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Too many people overlook how California is a coastal state WHICH MEANS DAHLIA IS RIGHT BY THE OCEAN

WHERE ARE THE SURFER ASHER HEADCANNONS??? AS A MATTER OF FACT WHERE ARE THE SURFER PACK HEADCANNONS?????

WHERE ARE THE BEACH FICS WHERE VINCENT GOES CLIFF DIVING BECAUSE YOU KNOW HE WOULD

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE DAMN CREW HEADING DOWN FOR A BEACH DAY AND DEAR PUSHING BACK THE TIDE SO CAELUM CAN COLLECT SEASHELLS

AND WHILE WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE BEACH THERES ALSO BIOLUMINESCENT BEACHES. BECAUSE I SAID SO.

AND THE VAMPS CAMP OUT AT THE SHORE IN HEAVILY TINTED CARS WATCHING THE SUNSET BEFORE THEY CAN GO ON NIGHT WALKS AND KICK UP STARS IN THE SAND.

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Angel is one of those people that cries a little bit when they yawn and even though it's barely a pair of teardrops, David will drop anything and everything to immediately hold them close and swaddle them and look them in their sleepy watery eyes as he envelops their face in kisses.

He hates seeing them cry so he smothers them in his loving embrace. It doesn't take long for them to fall asleep in his arms after that, blissed out in comfort paradise.

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So, like we can all agree that Porter was pacing outside Treasure's door for at least an hour before finally gathering enough courage to knock, yeah?

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Vampires are cold-blooded, and have long lost the ability to generate heat of their own, so when they do find themselves in the lulling caress of warmth, they are intoxicated by it all the more fervently.

So when Vincent first found Lovely, and held them in his arms for the first time {and held someone in his arms for the first time since his turning}, their warmth cascaded through his body and seeped into the cracks formed by the crash, and for the first time since his rebirth he felt like he was complete.

So when Sam is smothered by Darlin's wolfen cuddles, and engulfed in a sea of fur and paws and thumping tails and soft, sweet purrs; he cards his hands through their coat as he buries his head further into the crook of their neck, and knows that in this bubble of warmth and love, both him and his mate are safest, home, and inescapably in love.

So when Porter -who is so used to the frigid chill of shadows and blades- lets his Treasure feather currents of heat across his stiff, scarred body, and finds that their touch makes his shoulders droop further down than he had ever thought possible, and when he feels every muscle in his body be coaxed into blissful relaxation when his love presses kisses into the crown of his head and murmurs sweet nothings into his ears, when his arms are around them and he is lost to their ethereal tides of heady warmth, he knows he has found love so reverent- so sacred he never knew it possible, and he knows he would sooner die than ever abandon his god.

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'Darlin' turns into 'Dawlin' when Sam is sleepy and his mate does everything in their power to keep him dozy so they can spend their time flush against his warm body, listening to his honeyed lips mewl that sweet name into their ears like tender devotion.

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Darlin has spent most of their wolven existence in snarling, shredding, brutal fights, and a particularly bad one left them with a ravine of a scar right atop their heart, and when they shift, fur refuses to grow above it, leaving them more exposed, more vulnerable, and more vicious.

But when they're basking in the warmth of dozy cuddles with their lover, and when they invite Sam to snuggle into their ragged, shabby coat, he rests his forehead right above the patch of gnarled skin, for it is there that he can feel their heartbeat most intensely.

With their mate flush against their deepest scars, and the feeling of his soft breaths dancing in tandem with their heart, Darlin feels most exposed, most vulnerable, and most safe.

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When William turned Vincent at the wreck, he had to pry his and Stranger's broken, intertwined fingers apart, because even in death the two were holding onto each other for dear life.

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Vincent that could laugh and banter around with and even playfully hit William whenever they would speak, as if the bounds of royalty and monarchy were wholly nonexistent.

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Porter that had to be reserved, and always took a knee while in His Highness William Solaire's presence, head bowed low and only speaking when spoken to.