#V. Tell The Wolves I'm Home

[loserchildhotpants]

Fic Writer Q & A

Tagged by @casdeans-pie :3333 (thank you for tagging me!!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

on loserchildhotpants I've got 151

on someonetoanyone I've got 30

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

on loserchildhotpants it's 1,614,148

on someonetoanyone it's 370,992

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Oh, so many. Right now, I'm writing strictly for Supernatural bc i have too many ideas to split my time lmao but I still v much enjoy writing for Good Omens, Star Trek, Star Wars and IT : )

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

On loserchildhotpants my top 5 fics by kudos are:

Madman and a Fool (w over 9k kudos y'all are insane ilu)

Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves)

Just to See You Again

Derek Hale's Possible Heart

The Witching Hour

And honorable mention to surprising me by showing up in 6th place: The 'Do Not Fucking Touch Me' Tour which is my reddie post-canon fic that i wrote an entire, original, actual stand up routine for skjdhf

On someonetoanyone my top 5 fics by kudos are:

Being Lead Home

Threw Stones At The Stars (But The Whole Sky Fell)

Years of Sorrow Wash Away

What Used to Be Mine

Perihelion

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I try my best to reply to every single comment a person leaves on any and all of my fics, no matter how old! I hope it encourages them to KEEP writing comments, not just to me, but to any authors. Fic authors suffer a huge disparity between kudos/views/bookmarks and actual comments written. The ratio sucks so bad, actually, it's kinda disheartening.

There's a big difference between eating someone's homemade cookies at an event and giving them a thumbs up before walking away, and staying at the table to tell them how the texture and sweetness was PERFECT, and they don't even usually like snickerdoodles, but you made them so well, they want more and more, they're so glad you're at the event and so glad you brought your cookies!! -- like, that really is the difference between leaving a kudos and comment. Comments are my lifeblood.

I've also made great fandom friends in the comments section of my fics lol

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

On loserchildhotpants the angstiest angst I ever wrote is in the Angst November collection for kylux -- none of them have happy endings, and happy endings are sort of my staple! It was fun to write a series of tragedies though. Beyond that, probably my kylux series Not About Angels

On someonetoanyone, probably The Levee Breaking, which is just a specific scene rewrite that offers an alternative to Despair where Cas' body is left behind by The Empty or One And Only, Time And Again which is endverse, so.....

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A curious question! The HAPPIEST? Huh.... uh.

On loserchildhotpants probably Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) or Madman and a Fool. The endings for both those fics are gooey and tooth-rotting lmao

On someonetoanyone maybe Being Lead Home or It Won't Be Perfect ? idk this is a hard question lmao what makes a happy ending happier than another?? sdljkfh

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes! I have had to delete several fics in the past because the threats, suicide-baiting, slurs, and absolute vitriol was actually too much for my heart.

One of the reasons I made a new account was to outrun that sort of abuse. There were people that knew and fucking hated loserchildhotpants and among several other reasons, i decided making a new account was a good idea, but the hate i got on fics under loserchildhotpants was definitely a contributing factor.

I've had people be shitty about my fics on someonetoanyone in the bookmarks and on twitter and tumblr but not on the fics themselves.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i write so much smut sldkjfhsldkjfhksdhj now, i'm generally a p vanilla smut writer; some end-of-fic, on-top-of-the-covers w the lights on missionary stuff, but I've been widening my horizons as of late.

I went outside my typical comfort zone for Red, Red, Red (sterek), and Arrows Made of Desire (sterek), and I've got an unpublished WIP on someonetoanyone rn that's sitting in the drafts and it's... perhaps the most animal, insane, monsterfucking smut i've ever written lmao sdlkjfhsdkfjh but y'know, after writing so many years of original flavor smut, you wanna take up new challenges!

Like, im not into food play, so i would have never thought of it on my own, but someone prompted me w it and i was like '.... you know what, i bet i could write the shit out of that' and i did! lmao (the fic in question is on someonetoanyone; Lost In The Sauce lmao) it's not my usual gig, which made it exciting and new and fun! so, i'm usually v vanilla but i am starting to try new flavors lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have not written any crossovers, but I'm attempting my first one! It's for a dear friend, and I'm trying to make it just right, but this is way harder than i thought it would be lmao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Several! Oh my god, so many of my fics have been stolen, and I always find out through a reader. Someone always lets me know through a comment like 'hey, head's up, [x] has literally copy and pasted this entire work and replaced the names w their current ship' and every time my shit is stolen or reposted on different sites without credit, i see fuckin red, dude.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Many! I was going to list them here, but it's actually a v long list lol if you look at my top kudos'ed fics on loserchildhotpants, you'll find several translations and podfics of those available, and i think maybe two of my fics on someonetoanyone have been translated as well : )

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Sorta? We haven't published it yet, but once it is published, I'll have officially cowritten a fic lol check back in

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i have stared at this question for 5 full minutes i have no idea sdkjfhlsdkfjh i can't choose!!!! i love them all so much T A T my top five IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER are probably destiel, bagginshield, kylux, spirk, and johnlock (this list being comprised of who i have read the most fic for - although, sterek also deserves a spot tbh)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I do not have an unfinished work currently that I have no intention of going back to. A few months ago, I went to loserchildhotpants and deleted all unfinished works that would not be finished, so if it's still up on AO3, it's JUST a hiatus and i WILL be returning to it someday

16. What are your writing strengths?

... uhhhh... huh. Does tangential, narrative metaphor count? Tbh I'm not sure. When folks have told me what they specifically like about my writing, the consensus has been that it 'feels like [i am] ripping [the reader's] heart apart and then tenderly putting it back together' and that my stories on the whole are 'satisfying.'

I have a certain speaking cadence, and I write like a talk, and I talk like I write, so people can usually hear it in their heads as they read. Whenever I am composing what I hope is a deeply emotional crescendo, it appears to land ?

Again, no idea what I'm doing there, idk the technical word for that. Maybe pacing? But it feels tied to diction too... composition ??? idk skdljhfksjdh if anyone's got an answer to this, lemme know

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition and character introduction skdjlfhslkdjhf too many years of writing fic have allowed me to neglect these skills and i'm really bad at them. i just hate exposition!! just let me psychically transfer the information to you!! how do i write out the rules of the universe in a way that doesn't feel like a boring info-dump ??? thiS IS HARD

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Back during my FF dot net days, I'm p sure my first fic was an Inukag fic for Inuyasha. Back in the day, I majorly wrote for Inuyasha, OHSHC, HP, Death Note, Star Trek and South Park. But yeah, I think the first time i was like 'i need these two to kissy kiss right on the LIPS' was when i was 10 and watching Inuyasha for the first time sljkdhfskjdfh

Idk who to tag! If you see this and you want me to tag you in future stuff like this, consider yourself tagged by me! I'll make a mental note!

#destiel #deancas #sterek #ineffable husbands #reddie #good omens #loserchildhotpants #someonetoanyone #my stuff #fandom stuff #melanie writes #long post

[raayllum]

what’s your opinion on Soren and Claudius character arcs? they both fall under the same lie given to them by their father Soren has a positive arc from being an antagonist to realising wrong from right and doing the right thing

whereas Claudia falls under the negative character arc where she falls deeper into the lies of her father and Aaravos

by the end of the series do you think Claudia will redeem herself or continue to plummet into the lies she’s been told?

So Soren and Claudia are great precisely because of the contrast they give each other. Soren has a rougher personality, but a more moral heart; Claudia has a sweeter personality, but a sharper edge to her. They both care a lot about the boys, but Soren is a knight - inherently used to taking orders - and Claudia is a dark mage - solution, creatively and independently oriented. This distinction is made clear in their character designs, but also their early choices in S1: moments after Claudia sent smoke wolves after the boys, Soren is saving Callum’s life; while Soren is yawning in the funeral procession because he spent all night defending his king, Claudia burns Harrow's body with dark magic without a second thought, despite it going against traditional funeral rites.

I think Viren's biggest mistake was that he asked Soren - his strong, older son - to be the one to kill the boys, thus leaving Soren open to tell the truth with none of the justification that Viren offered up. Justification she, reluctantly but ultimately does accept and reaffirm in S3.

V: But if we are led by a child king... S: He'll make bad choices? V: He will make weak choices.

V: Claudia, you understand why Prince Ezran had to be removed? C: ... Of course. He couldn't have done the things that needed to be done.

Claudia buys into and predicates a lot on necessity, for both her and others (mostly her father). She needs to take the boys home; she needs to recapture the dragon egg, etc. Part of that is her father in her ear, of course, but Claudia isn't mindlessly obedient either. (Again, that independent thinker.) She is regularly the one coming up with solutions for her and Soren's plans, while Soren most provides distractions (attacking Rayla so his sister can go after the boys) or tools (Claudia already had the tracking spell in mind, Soren finds an ingredient).

Post-S2 meta on Claudia's character here. Post-S3 meta on Soren's arc here.

The main thing, I think, is that because Soren was asked to do something more terrible, he was given more room to have doubts. He also was already leaning more toward seeing elves as people (not entirely, but he didn't dehumanize elves or dragons to the same capacity). Soren also made a lot of mistakes in S2 (trying to kill Ezran, lying about Harrow, his prior treatment of Callum, the dragon debacle) that he was able to recognize as mistakes. Soren pre-emptively striking first was him following through with father's ideology, and everything in that experience humbled him, I think, but mostly made him re-evaluate his life. Most importantly, Soren expresses the desire to be Free: "I'm free to do what I want without expectations from Dad, or - or anyone!"

Claudia never realizes that she's in a cage. If anything, she's bolted the door shut and think it's a good thing, and is in many ways now trapping Viren in there with her, as of S4, rather than being orchestrated into and pulled forward by devotion. She's shifted from repeating Viren's laws and each of them reaffirming each other's cognitive dissonances ("You're doing this to help us, to help everyone!" "Yes! Yes, exactly") to repeating everything Aaravos has told her (and hence why it's beat for beat what Ziard said, too): "All of the elves and dragons except for Aaravos saw humans as nothing more than worthless, stupid, dirty animals. But Aaravos saw we could be better! So he gave us magic." Which, given what Viren almost did to Soren (the heart of cinder spell) under the guise of making him better/stronger... yeah, no wonder that isn't a convincing argument for Soren. And no wonder ("But you're going to be better now, that's all that matters") it's a compelling argument for Claudia, who's always been such a Fixer by nature (something she shares with Callum, although his manifests in a different way, of course).

That said, there's still plenty going on with Claudia. Her hair being literally black and white (with the black nicely representing her humanity), her sympathetic motivations (she just wants to save her family/dad), her sweethearted boyfriend, the fact she still cares about Soren and she gave the coins back in the end. I still do think she'll be redeemed & always have, I just think she has to get worse (hair going either almost fully or entirely full white) before she gets better, and that her family (Soren, Viren, Terry, and possibly Ezran as well) will play the main / initial roles in helping her get there (to either / both ends).

#knight sibs #tdp soren #tdp claudia #thanks for asking #anonymous #arc 2 #tdp #the dragon prince

[tortoisesshells]

fic title game!

to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish.

the dogs on main street.

seaward from the heather.

Thank you for the ask, kind friend!

to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish: Vicki's first trip to the beach house in the r/v/b alternate universe. It's certainly not got many of the amenities of home - like electricity or internal plumbing! - but who can beat that view of the sea? modernity couldn't improve a thing about this place, however much Roger and Burke might grumble about it.

the dogs on main street: remember when Burke's monster motif was wolves - the big bad wolf, described even by people who like(d) him as insatiably hungry? pepperidge farm remembers. Willie's been beaten like a dog; Barnabas has that wolf-headed cane, and howling dogs signal that he's on the hunt - I don't think it would have a plot so much as being a compare and contrast about the three men's various kinds of villainy early on in the 200s, when Burke's been partly defanged/domesticated, Willie's been put on a leash, and no one seems to suspect the new Collins in town of having teeth.

seaward from the heather: I think this would be the building out whatever on earth was going on in the House by the Sea/Seaview, and the ghost ship that Vicki saw through the windows - and who on earth F. McA. C. was supposed to be - a Collins, certainly, and one by marriage. Maybe the eccentric Caleb Collins's mother or grandmother? It seemed significant that Liz was one of the first people we see entering Seaview, and she's certainly the most eccentric Collins we've got. I'm sure the Collins family history would have something to say about Seaview and F. McA. C., but at least we know the history book is flat-out wrong about a lot of what happened in 1795, at least - it would be interesting to see Liz facing up to that? Liz, the keeper of the Collins Family Honor - and most of the Collins family secrets? I just need to figure out a way to stick Bill Malloy's ghost in this one and I'd almost certainly write it.

Send me a made-up fic title (or 2 or 3) and I’ll tell you what I would write to go with it.

#ask meme #polkaknox talks #my fic #... sorta #i say this like i'm not contemplating writing vicki goes to the beach house for the first time. or how she realizes it exists.

[sasavia]

This story was originally written in German. I'm not that talented at writing fluent English, so I put it into a translator. I wanted to try it out this way. Traditionally it's supposed to be an Angel Dust x Oc story, but here the focus is more on Alastor.

If anyone reads this, I'd appreciate feedback on what it's like to read this from a native speaker.

I give warnings for blood, murder, cannibalism, rape, death, drugs. If anything is missing, I apologise.

The little girl with the soft toy in her arms looked confused. "Daddy?" she asked tiredly. The big man winced and quickly turned round to face her. "Faelynn. Why… Why are you still awake?" he asked with his typical grin, masking his nervousness.

"I had a nightmare… then I wanted to cuddle with you, but you weren't there and mummy isn't feeling too well and you said I shouldn't disturb her because you're there and - …" she fell silent and felt his big hand on her head. She squeezed her eyes shut slightly and sniffled a little.

"I'll be in your room in a minute, yeah? Go ahead," he speaks to her calmly. She nods. "Ok Daddy…" "Good girl".

A little confused, the girl looked around as she came to. She was sitting on the ground in the middle of the city and everything hurt. She slowly stood up shakily and leaned against the wall as she felt dizzy.

She touched her forehead lightly and cursed softly. "…I… have to go home. Mum must be worried," she whispers. She walks on slowly and the headache only seemed to get worse.

She saw strange people, they looked like animals, had horns and or tails. "I haven't taken anything, have I? I never have…", she mumbles.

"Hey, sweet little vixen," someone called out. But she didn't feel addressed. Only when something seems to grab her, pulls her backwards and she falls weakly to the floor. "Mh… seems like she's a newcomer here" "Such a cute thing, she's supposed to have done something to end up in hell?".

She listened up. "Hell?" she asked, looking up slowly. These men looked like wolves. They looked at each other and laughed. "You don't get it? You died!" they laugh. Her eyes widen. "No… I have to… I have to…", tears welling up in her eyes.

She cried out as her hair was grabbed and she was pulled up like this. She was never usually this sensitive, but the pain in her head was getting to her. She opened her eyes, her vision became completely blurred and she saw double.

She was thrown to the ground, pushed down. "Dead…" she whispers and whimpers too. Laughter again, but it stops all at once. She tries to sit up, but her body doesn't hear. She saw the outline of a person, who slowly took her wrist. Then she was lifted up and she made a pain-filled sound.

"I know…" a voice said to her calmly. She knew that voice. She missed that voice for 8 years. She clings to what she recognises as the red suit. ,,… You - …", she croaks softly. Humming softly in agreement, he walked past the bodies of the now dead wolf demons. The other demons simply stared at him.

Shock, fear and confusion.

Why was the dreaded radio demon carrying a newcomer to hell and why did he save them?

•.¸♡¸.•

A stare glance went to the grave.

No one came except her mother and herself. Tears ran down her cheek and she sniffled. She wished her beloved father would live. No matter if he was a serial killer and a cannibal. She would always love him, would love to be in his arms right now, which he always did, even though he didn't like physical contact.

"Come on Faelynn, it's getting late," her mum gently took her hand and pulled her along. "Couldn't Aunt Mimzy come?" she asked softly. Her mum bit her lip. She couldn't tell her 10-year-old daughter that this fake snake had escaped.

"She wasn't well, my darling. When we get home, I'll make you jambalaya. Daddy always made it for you when you were sad, mh?" she tries, suppressing her own sadness. "Okay," the little girl replies. "Good girl".

She slowly opened her eyes. "You told me you had a daughter, but such a pretty and sweet one~?" a woman's voice spoke softly. "I always thought it was a joke at first, my dear Alastor~". "Why should I joke about it, my dear?" the demon shook his head.

"Now everyone knows that the radio demon saved a newcomer in hell and then such a bloodbath," she giggles.

She wants to move her head slowly, but hisses and grabs her head. Quickly, their heads go to her. The male demon quickly rushes to her and puts his hand on her forehead. "Careful. This will last a while. An after-effect of the way you died," he said calmly.

She then looked at him closely. This man looked different from her father. His voice also had a strange radio effect, but it would suit him. It's you," she spoke now. He stroked her cheek gently. Then he leant down and hugged her in a lying position.

You've grown up so much, you have a lot to tell me and explain," he says. His grin was now more of a gentle smile. "I do Daddy…" she sniffs.

"Oh how sweet~".

They both break away and look at the woman. Alastor is grinning again now. "This is Rosie. Rosie, this is Faelynn, my daughter," he grins, patting his child's head. "You can call me Aunt Rosie my pretty one".

•.¸♡¸.•

Alastor looks at Husk and Nifty and continues to grin. But he furrows his brows because someone important is missing.

"Sorry, dear, but one person is still missing," he says to the Princess of Hell, who is hanging over the bar counter. She looked at him in surprise and with sparkling eyes. "Anyone else?" she asks excitedly.

He nods and swings his staff slightly above his head. You could see a kind of shadow hole, then a scream and the radio demon catching a girl without any problems. She blinks a few times, holds her mobile phone in her hand and looks around.

She had long curly black hair, ears sticking out of it in a shiny black colour. Her eyes sparkled like amber and a fluffy tail hung to the ground. The radio demon now grins proudly.

"I always save the best for last, my pride and joy Faye!" he says enthusiastically. "His… His pride and joy?" asks Angel Dust somewhat sceptically. "Oh, hello Faye! It's been a long time! How are you?! How's business?" asks Nifty excitedly, jumping like a bouncy ball. Alastor lets the girl down and she knocks the dust off her clothes.

"Everything's great - … damn Dad! If you always do that, my clothes are always so dusty afterwards!" she grumbles at the radio demon. He just smiles and starts stroking her head.

"Dad?!" Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust ask in horror.

"Then the rumours from back then are true," Vaggie mumbles under her breath.

The girl clears her throat and everyone turns to her. "Right then. Hello, I'm Faye and I'm actually the daughter of that grinch," she points to her father behind her. He chuckles quietly in amusement and pats her head again.

Charlie then hugs the smaller one tightly. "Welcome to the Happy Hotel!".

#hazbin hotel #radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastorxdaugther #angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #fat nuggets #alastor

[ventiswampwater]

hey hi someday when u have like ten minutes would u teach me how to write please??? just cause that itty bitty lil snippet you just shared made me physically ill and altered my brain chemistry permanently. if u could just like........sneeze on me......maybe everything will be okay????

dsjhjdsfhjfdshjdfs MEG HOW DARE U SAY THIS WHEN EVERYTHING U WRITE HAS MY BRAIN ON FIRE

just for u, I dredged out the rest of that absolute horrorshow. it's been gathering dust in my docs for months

it's weird speculative fucknonsense like, oh shit!!! boseph and the reader are stuck in a timeloop!!!! an ouroboros of pain and misery!!! it's all v confusing out of context but I definitely.........wrote it jdsfhjhdfsjhdfsj

1. 

"There has to be something wrong with you." Your mother looks at him across the kitchen table. He brought tulips. You can't tell if she's wearing her face or someone else's. 

"There's something wrong with everybody, mama." You've never called her that. Is that your mother? Is that his? You don't remember her hair being that shade, but your memory isn't what it used to be. 

"I hurt her on purpose." Sometimes it seems like he's grown more teeth and they're crowding into his mouth. They've gone sharp again. Wait, look at the flowers on the table. Carnation now. 

"So, you got a brother?"

He has two. Two and you've kissed both of them. You'll do it again. They know what your cunt tastes like. He doesn’t, he tells you. He never will. Because that's a place of rot, of death. But you wake up with a tongue inside you because he's between your legs again, practicing penance.

He must not mind blood. He must not mind decay on his tongue. He must taste his brothers. Maybe he misses them. 

“Where have you been, my love? My sweet girl. You left one day and you never came back.”

And you say 

Mama, I'm sorry, I've just been real busy. 

Busy doing what? Getting hurt? You're growing up, baby. I can't stop you from getting big. No matter what I do, I can’t. 

And you know, you know, because suddenly you're sitting on her side of the table wearing her skin and your son is holding some girl's hand. And she's looking at you and telling you that she hurts him on purpose sometimes. Because he asked her to, he begged her like a slut, and he’s so pretty when he takes himself apart in front of her. She knows what his blood tastes like. She wants more. 

Do you love my baby? Do you have any siblings? Will he leave one day and never come back? 

Do you love me on purpose sometimes or is it always an accident?

2. 

His cum tastes like mercury from a broken thermometer. Oranges with sugar sprinkled over them. Home. Wait. Wrong boy, same face. You got a little confused. It's understandable. You can't help yourself. You want to scoop out your insides and give them to him to eat. He'd do it nicely, if you ask politely. 

There are rules here, gorgeous. We weren’t raised by wolves.

3.

You’re leaning on the pool cue. You look like you did the first day, in your pretty little clothes, the flush of health in your cheeks. In this dream, you reached Baton Rouge. He meets you here. He’ll always meet you here. This is his favorite bar. He’s always here, he’s a regular.

“Need a partner?”

“Don’t know.” You wink at him. “Are you okay with losing?”

“Feisty.”

“This time, yeah.” You smile at him. You’ve got lipstick on. He wants to smear it down your chin. 

4.

“Why did you do that?” Your voice is small, gurgled around the blood on your teeth. He likes the way the crown of your head is wet with blood. 

“Why you think?” He stands in the doorway to the basement. You’re in the chair and you’re dead, but so is he. 

“Tell me, please. Tell me.” You hiss. “I love your voice.”

“I missed ya’.” He hears the words echo in his head, fifty feet high in neon. 

“I thought I would give it a try again, you know.” Your voice is a dirty croak. “Just to see.”

“And whatchu find out?”

“We always end up back here.” You smile at him. “You took a different road this time. I haven’t been there in a while.”

“Didn’t notice.”

“You know, we got a hotel room up in the city once. I made you buy me wine.”

“Sounds nice.”

“I was hoping this was the one where we walked on the boardwalk. Before.” His initials trickle down your arm. “I don’t know why.”

“How many times we been down here?”

“Couple times." You hiccup out a laugh. "I like your shirt. You look good.”

“Night, baby.”

5.

He's fucked you or you've fucked him. He's not sure where the ache is coming from or where it's all supposed to go but someone can't sit down. There's a bag of peas in the fridge. 

6.

You’re a tableau of gore, blood soaked through your nightgown. Your head sloshes unevenly on your shoulders. He can see the window through the shotgun blast in your eye. It’s dark out there. You clasp your hands and hum, busying yourself with the stove. You leave muddy footprints on the floor, the bottom of your nightgown sodden. 

He sinks to his knees in the kitchen. You thread a hand through his hair, tugging his head up to look at you. Dripping with murky water, leaving parts of you everywhere. 

“Where are we?”

“Heaven.” You smile at him. Blood drips onto his face. 

“How long we been here?”

“I’m not sure.”

Are you cooking tonight, baby? Are we having peas, am I having you, down my throat and inside me and in my blood? Are we going to bed again or are we going to church? There’s a hole in your head and I’ll fuck it. I’ll fill you up because you love me. Because we’re having a baby, mama. We’re having a baby! I’m gonna be a daddy. You’re sitting in the waiting room and you’ve had the baby and I’m showing you pictures of him at baseball practice. What are you making? Let me help. Please. 

“You ain’t never gonna get tired of this?”

“Of course not. Never. I love you.”

7. 

You sit in an apartment living room. There’s Halloween decorations still up—it’s May, isn’t it? and a collection of half-eaten takeout boxes on the coffee table. Lazy fucks. You can hear the city outside the window. Where are you again? Does it matter? You look into the bedroom. They’re playing a card game. 

“Lick your partner's boot, yay or nay?” 

“Gross. Nay.” The version of you on the bed wrinkles her nose. “Question time. Where did we meet?”

“Uh. Huh…uh.” The him on the bed screws up his brow, sticks his tongue out in mock-confusion. He looks out at the living room, grinning. “Ya’ know this one?”

“House party.” The Him you know leans into the bedroom, resting his head on the frame. He’s bleeding from the back of his head. You shot him. There’s no exit wound. That’s your blood. “It’s a fuckin’ dump in here.”

“Bingo!” The boy on the bed folds his fingers into the shape of a gun. Taps them on the girl’s forehead. She’s wearing a t-shirt they bought in some backwater town last year. 

“You can’t do that! I don’t have a phone-a-friend! She won’t even talk to me.” The you that sits on the bed has chipped nail polish. She’s pouting. And suddenly he’s kissing her, and the cards are slipping off the bed. 

“Are you ever one of them?” You ask Him. 

He shakes his head. 

“I’m always out here watchin’. I dunno who the fuck that is.”

And he asks you “Which one do you want?” while you’re reaching for the knife in the kitchen and you want to say him, because you can hear them fucking in the other room and she’s giggling. They went on vacation and he drove. He had his keys, you guess. She’s giggling and there are flies buzzing around the takeout and suddenly you guess that this might just be a dump anyway. He’s right. He’s always right, except when he’s turning down the back roads. Then he’s left. 

If you could find your fucking keys, we could get out of here. You stupid fuck. Please kiss me again. 

So you tell him “Her.” and he presses himself against your back and you ache because you aren’t full, you aren’t hurt. He hasn’t actually fucked you yet. It might be another thousand years until he does again. 

Where were you at the party? Which room did we meet in? Did you fuck me in the bathroom? Did we ever go on that trip? I’ve got questions, please, please, daddy. Haven’t I been good? Don’t I deserve to know? Why don’t we ever wake up as them? Why do I have to listen to him fuck her? Why is she laughing? 

“Don’t make us wait all fuckin’ day!” The him in the other room calls out. “The next card is voyeurism!”

“Yay or nay?” 

You eat the rest of the chow mein. The maggots taste like love. 

8.

Your son calls you by your name. You haven’t heard it in years. 

Daddy’s a photographer, baby. He takes pictures of weddings. He takes pictures of the sky.

“I found more in Pa’s drawer.” He chokes around air, his words coming out in watery gulps. He stares at you through your eyes. You see him without seeing him. You see yourself.

“What were you doing in there, baby?” You hear your voice behind you, curled beside your ear. It comes from the door and the window and the wallpaper—and then deeper still, in the core of the house, bleeding.  

“I was lookin’ for a gun.” 

The floor underneath you splinters and you bottom out. You’re in the caverns snaking under the town and the church pews. You’re not in any of those places, either. The fuzz of television static is back, crowding around you and pushing you between the jagged hopping of the lines as they jitter around your skull. 

“Baby.” You gather him into your arms, pulling him into the crook of your neck. He sobs. His grip is too tight. You’ve been here before, but never like this. The static hisses into glittering points of light. The front of your dress is soaked with tears, with the blubber of drool from his mouth as he babbles that 

he didn’t know why he did that, because daddy always keeps his guns in the living room, and he knows that, but he went in anyway because maybe he’d forgotten this time—

Your lightning bug boy with baby fat still in his cheeks, skimmed off the edges to make room for a face that began and ended with you. Half-man already, limbs too big for the space he occupied. The remnants of the boy on the roof, a bruise blooming on his cheek. Your heart walking around and growing teeth. 

—and maybe maybe mama, I could. I could. 

I know how. 

“Baby. You gotta go put all that back.” Your voice is a whisper of smoke above the treeline.

“How long you been here, mama?”

You can see yourself on the set of drawers over the top of his head. She smiles at you.

9. 

You're at the top of the ferris wheel and you ask him if you can stay here. He tells you that you're stupid, that if you stayed here you would die. You're too high up. Eventually all the air would go out of your lungs and the amusement park would fall out from underneath your feet. You stupid slut, take it, choke on it, choke on it for daddy. Keep calling me that, I'm gonna come. Fair season is ending. Everything's gotta end eventually. Except for this, right? You celebrate the harvest, you tuck a cigarette in his back pocket. For luck, for love. If you stayed here, maybe you could see past the top of the trees. Maybe you could see the smoke.

Are you trying to fucking LEAVE me, baby? 

Don't leave yet. 

Hold your breath. I like being up here with you. 

10. 

So many gods, but only one church. An old western plays on the theater screen. It's the idea of a different world. This town ain't big enough for the both of us. It never was.

#u did not ask for this but I gave it to u bc I am INCAPABLE of shutting tf up tonight djhfdjhdfjhdfsj #anyways ily meg can u teach ME how to write #FR!!!!!! #asks #visceravalentines #sinclair brainrot hours #this is pre-writing sanguine and u can absolutely tell lmao hdjhdfjsh #I was on some other shit fr

[michael-westly]

I. I was out of the house when the first bomb went off. If I had known that I wouldn't be able to find Patrick until then end of everything, I wouldn't have left the house. But running back home wasn't really an option, not with everyone freaking out. I wasn't really sure who I could trust too, because I saw people attacking others. Patrick was still on my mind though, and I did everything I could to get back to him.

II. Even following his scent was hard. With the smell of blood and fear in the air, it was hard to concentrate on one essence. I ended up on the East side, and saw things I wasn't prepared for. People were shifting into wolves while the sun was in the sky. For a moment I thought I was going crazy, but one of the wolves lunged for me. I was able to fight them off but I ran away shortly after. I wasn't in the mood to be wolf food, and there still wasn't any sign of Patrick. I had to keep looking.

III. Things aren't really looking up are they? The hardest part of all of this is just how difficult it is to sort through the chaos. I swear there is nowhere safe in the whole city, and that scares me. I haven't been able to find anyone that I know, and there still isn't any sign of Patrick. It makes me worried, not that he isn't capable of taking care of himself. Things have to start looking up right? I have to be positive, it's what Patrick would probably want. I can't go losing my wits just because I'm worried.

IV. I can't explain it, but I feel there is something wrong in the air. It's like my heart can tell something happened, I just don't know what. The feeling is eating me alive though. I feel like I've never been this worried before. I think it's because I just don't know what's going on or the status of the people I love. The unknown is the scariest part truly. I hope whatever is happening has an end, and that the city can rebuild. I'm sure it can, as this isn't the first time it's been attacked...but it's still scary isn't it?

V. By some turn of luck, I found Mathias. It's the first time I've actually been thankful to see him. If he was here, then Patrick couldn't be too far behind. Also, he seemed set on finding Patrick, more so than usually. I don't really understand it, but it's hard to understand him to begin with. When I ask him about Patrick, he just dodges the question and says something about finding his father. I think he's talking about Patrick, but I can't be sure. He keeps me safe though, tearing through people like it's no issue. We're going to find Patrick. I just know it.

VI. Mathias left, or I left him. I wish I didn't. Because then maybe the truth of reality could be left unknown. I saw Patrick's body laying there in a pool of blood. His scent was human, it could explain why we couldn't find him. Humans...as much as I do adore them, they're so fragile. Patrick was anything but usually, but as a human he suffered their fate. After I stopped crying, I carried him home. If he was to be truly gone, then I would make sure to care for him still. I still can't believe it. Of all the things to tear us apart, it's this. If I could, I would take him far from this place, to some place beautiful and quiet. When Mathias found me, he said nothing, but I could see it on his face. We both lost someone we never should have.

#event: Titan War

[creation-is-chaos]

[ @lavishbylaw liked for a werewolf start ]

"Do you know how beautiful the moon shines upon you? My fairest of witch kind?"

The final words he spoke to her last he was in her presence rang true. They were a profession. A confession of the fearsome wolf king bled with the twilight of the full moon. It now bled from the wound on his shoulder. Blood black, viscous and draining from a precision blow crippled him for the moment.

Corvus suspected a betrayal. The witches would make great allies or troublesome enemies. It would appear this warlock chose to assert authority. It comes as no surprise there is someone who does not approve of the Wolf King with Genevieve. However, he hardly expected this male witch to be so bold. Attacking him means war.

In the ensuing chaos, their traveling caravan dispersed. Several other wolves accompanying him were met with grim ends. This warlock is fr more powerful than expected. Corvus did manage a blow to him in return but he was forced away by North. Her job is to protect at all cost. Corvus found his way to the familiar haven in the aftermath. "Genevieve!" he called, rapping on the door, clasping a hand to his shoulder. He leaned near the door, nostrils flaring with the familiar scent of his marked mate. He chose her despite it all. His lost love...

#lavishbylaw #V. Tell The Wolves I'm Home #[Silver Bullet To The Heart // Werewolf AU] #[Wolf King] #{Were!Corvus x Witch!Genevieve; It's A Bad Ritual As Long As You're Mine} #[an angel in a devil's playground] >> [lavishbylaw]

[asilverforgcd]

@mindsmade​

        SHE’D  COMPLETELY  FORGOTTEN.  or  she  hadn’t  really  taken  him  seriously  when  he  told  her  that  he’d  stop  by.  not  that  she  didn’t  trust  it.  he’s  really  been  making  good  on  his  word,  but  it  doesn’t  change  the  fact  that  there  was  no  solid  plan  for  today.  it  truly  doesn’t  matter.  audience  or  not,  she  doubts  she  could’ve  prevented  this  from  happening  ;  it  always  happens  when  it’s  quiet.  it  starts  mellow,  ringing  in  her  ears,  ominous  but  not  yet  concerning.  not  until  the  voices  begin,  so  close  to  her  eardrums  that  they  shake  up  her  entire  body.  &  it’s  okay.  she’s  been  here  before.  so  she  squeezes  her  eyes  closed,  wincing  as  she  slides  her  back  against  the  kitchen  island,  the  solid  surfaces  used  as  an  anchor  as  she  waits  for  the  worst  of  it  to  pass.  she  hears  battle  cries  &  whispered  warnings  all  at  once,  her  very  own  in-built  danger  detector.  her  fists  stay  clenched  on  top  of  her  knees,  nails  digging  inside  her  palms  just  as  the  door  is  pushed  open  --------  A  WELCOMED  INTERRUPTION,  though  she’s  suddenly  mortified  &  still  unable  to  focus  on  anything  other  than  holding  herself  together.  “  d-don’t  freak  out.  ”  another  wince,  chin  dropped  enough  to  hide  her  face.  she  might  have  some  explaining  to  do.

#mindsmade #( v; tell the wolves i'm home ) #alli at whatever minion billie sends to do this: u pick the worst moments dude #it's actually never a good moment for this but still fkdjgh

[accidentalharrie]

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#this is v off-topic #but i've seen lots of book chatter on my dash lately #so psa that one of my favorite books is only $2 for kindle today #tell the wolves i'm home #it made me ugly cry #but is so so so good #anyway good tag chat

[necros-writing-stuff]

How would remy, wren, Bailey, Leighton, Eden and Avery react in a scenario where theyre the protective (read, yandere) father and they find their daughter sneaking around with some boy?

Feel free to add Sirris and Morgan or whoever else >v>

I won't do Wren/Sirris in this one (can't write their characters confidently) or Remy (simply hate his guts), but the rest I certainly can. I'll try out Wren and Sirris later, though.

Warnings for implied/overt incest and non-con mentions, as well as some violence. Leighton is Leighton, Morgan is Morgan, Eden do be Eden, Bailey is indeed Bailey, Avery- you get the point. They're nasty.

Avery: Avery knows plenty of shady people. Knows people who can hack things and find blackmail. He'd likely hire someone to scare off every person who ever gets close to you via incriminating them. You want to stay out of jail or avoid lawsuits? You leave his daughter alone. As for his dearest? Well, Avery has you go and take virginity tests. Even if they're scientifically invalid, he won't listen to you. Won't back off when you tell him about how invasive it feels. And if you keep fighting him off? Well, Avery isn't afraid to put you over his lap when you're at home.

Bailey: Bailey has kept you safe and pure all of these years despite everything. Has ensured that you've been allowed a job at his side, unable to leave his sight for more than a few minutes as he works. You'll leave this town one day. You both will, he's determined to make it so.

So now why then did he have to find you giggling with Robin, the boy's head in your lap? You should know better than to get friendly with the orphans. How many times has he told you that they're only nice to you so that you'll give up information on him. Robin isn't like that? You poor, naïve baby. Looks like he'll have keep you at home for a few weeks until he can make you see things his way.

Eden: You're his pride and joy. His everything. He'd be so so scared of fucking you up when he'd been left to raise you alone, but you'd grown into a wonderful young woman. A loyal, caring, capable young woman who shouldn't be running around with those feral wolf boys.

You're a human, he'd yell at you, you'll only be hurt by those filthy animals. But you insist on ignoring him. You keep meeting up with this one mutt that looks like a younger version of the big black wolf, running around and screaming in delight as you'd play.

So Eden has to fire a warning shot to scare it off. Has to grasp your wrist and drag you home. Has to put that collar around your neck. The same one your mother had worn... And he'll let you out when you realise the danger of wolves and how daddy is a much better option.

Leighton: Lets be real, this sack of bones would likely encourage it. He wants to control who you see and use it for his own damn pleasure. He wants videos, photos and items of clothing you'd have worn. When you ask why, he'll tell you that he just wants to know his baby is being treated right. Uh-huh. Sure. He's totally not watching the videos over and over again with a stiffy in his office.

Morgan: Unless it's Charles, Morgan won't ever ever let you touch someone that isn't him. He'd encourage you and Charles to be close and bond, says that siblings should love each other just as much as they love their parents. But if you show interest in anyone else, Morgan will become absolutely hysterical.

And I'm talking about nearly killing you hysterical. He really doesn't mean to, but he doesn't realise how strong the grip he has on your neck is until your eyes roll back, with Charles pulling at his wrists to let go. Morgan sinks to the floor, pulling you in close and cradling you as you gasp for breath. He won't do it again, he promises. Just a mistake. Just Daddy's little mistake.

#avery the businessperson #bailey the caretaker #eden the hunter #leighton the headmaster #morgan the sewer dweller #spill your guts #anonymous #'nw grapefruit' #'nw inc*st' #degrees of lewdity

[ruinaa-a-blog]

‘i didn’t think it’d be a big deal.’

stranger things.

          ( accepting – mutuals / @tenccs )

          in the grand scheme of things, it’s not. if sam knows someone who ought to be here –– well, she’s had others invite people before. maybe it’s his own hesitation that makes this seem strange, out of the blue, but it doesn’t deserve half the trepidation she’s treating it with. she forces the hard lines of her face to soften, though she can’t quite manage a smile. “it’s not. sorry, i didn’t mean to –– sorry.”

#tenccs #ANSWERED. #STRANGER THINGS MEME. #V: TELL THE WOLVES I'M HOME.

[marvelousmagicalaura]

(Yonko Rewrite) How I Would Write Big Mom - Character Design

Big Mom's garb

While Big Mom's character design isn't atrocious, it feels boring. It's boring compared to the other Yonko and it feels worsened by her lack of impact. The other Yonko have something in their designs that hooks you in immediately, and they benefit from impactful appearances. They give off a sense of intimidation.

Pre-timeskip Blackbeard looked like a "stereotypical" pirate for lack of a better word, and now he's starting to look like a true pirate captain, like his real life counterpart. Whitebeard was the epitome of awesome. He had the mustache, the captain's coat, the bisento, and the Devil Fruit powers to back it all up. Shanks has the simplest Yonko design but his sparse appearances impress me more than Big Mom's entire arc. And while I'm disappointed in Kaido's personality and even the fruit, he does have a great character design. The horns, the hair, the dragon tattoo, the scar, and the loincloth give Kaido the stature of a battle hardened monster.

But most importantly, each of the male Yonko's designs tell us about their character. Big Mom's design only tells us she's an old woman, not about her past or personality. That's why I would revamp her character design to reflect her known original home: Elbaf. She lived in Elbaf, Ikoku is inspired by Elbaf swordsmanship, and we know for a fact she respects the Giants' strength. Due to all these factors I want her design to reflect Viking garb, with the addition of a captain's coat. I want Linlin's design to reflect both her heritage and status as an Emperor and Queen. But she can still wear the canon dress when she's asleep.

The combat boots' general design would look like this: https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/71DjzxvhbCL._AC_UX679_.jpg

The boot's color and additional features would be inspired by this: https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1569/1655/products/red-suede-military-style-lace-up-high-heel-over-knee-boots_2_y_1800x1800.jpg?v=1587932588

The aesthetic of Big Mom's normal garb would more or less resemble this: https://armstreet.com/catalogue/full/viking-coat-kaftan-with-wolves-embroidery-gudrun-the-wolfdottir-1.jpg

The captain's coat would like this: https://i.etsystatic.com/5533372/r/il/7aa86c/1172567159/il_1588xN.1172567159_aehs.jpg

Under normal circumstances for weddings, Big Mom would wear a more formal dress like the one in the last image. But since this is her first major arc - and because she doesn't want to put in the effort for an assassination - she's in her normal garb for the Vinsmoke assassination.

Buff Big Mom

I would make her a buff character. We have only a few buff female characters and it would make sense for her reputation as a Yonko. I want rookie Linlin to be a natural born destroyer who still wanted to improve herself. I don't have much to say for this section lol.

#one piece #big mom #big mom pirates #rewrite #yonkou #one piece yonko

[iceysheep]

I'm begging you to tell us e v e r y t h i n g you can about this cutie

 well i originally made her for the one piece universe. But since Im not much into One Piece (because idk the manga became lame to me) anymore i also use her outside one piece, just for fun Idk if you know one piece so i wont tell the one piece stuff about her now xD

I have a kawaii pink sheep plush, thats why i got the idea to make a character out of it..xD

Her name is Nana, she is 19 years old and a marine soldier.

She is a kind hearted person and believes that everyone that is “bad” still has a good side somewhere deep down. But they still need to get in prison when they do something against the law. She is also sometimes goofy and has a naive and childish side. She may look cute but she is good in martial arts and can kick ass. 

She has a big brother and a little sister and a loving mom and dad. 

Because she is often not home due to her job, she misses her family a lot.

She is a vegetarian, loves coke and salad, martial arts and other sports.

She dislikes wolves, coffee and loud noises. 

cool yukata thing

casual clothing (old art with different horns)

Nana is happy that you are interested in her! ;w;

#ask #my art #nana

[raven-black102]

The Vampire and Symbiote.

Imagine being Jasper Hales little sister and dating Eddie Brock/ Venom. Twilight Saga crossover Venom. I just made this out my butt and I'm to lazy to fix my mistakes. Hope you enjoy my crazy cross overs.

(Y/n)'s POV

A small sigh escaped my lips as I stood on top of the room of the apartment complex me and my boyfriends live in. "Babe? Why are you out here?" I heard as I didn't look away from the view of the city. "I'm waiting." I said softly as he stood next to me. "WAITING FOR WHAT?" Venom asked as he appeared out of Eddie Shoulder.

I smiled as my phone started to ring. "Hello?" I asked as I heard a soft chuckle. "Its been awhile sis." My brother Jasper said as I smiled softly. "It has hasn't it. Is there something wrong?" I asked as Eddie and V looked at me intensely. "We need your help." I heard Edwards voice said causing me to frown.

"With?" I asked as I was meet with silents. "Its the newborns isn't it?" I asked as I couod see them looking at each other with a worried look. "How do you know?" Jasper asked causing me to chuckled. "They've been here. My and my boyfriend had to kill a few of them." I said as Eddies and Venoms eyes widen.

"You have a boyfriend?!" Jasper yelled causing me to move the phone back slightly. "Watch it!" I growled as I saw Eddie bit his bottom lip and Venom went back inside Eddie. "Yeah I have a boyfriend. Thats not the problem though is it!" I yelled as I can imagine both Edward ans Jasper whining. "I'll meet you there in a few hours." I mumbled then hung up the phone.

"Your gonna leave us?" Eddie asked with a small pout. "Not really. They mifht need you and Venom for the battle field." I said as I wrapped my arms around Eddies neck. "So that mean I get to meet your brothers..." He mumbled with a slight panic look. "Yeah and my sister's, and foster parents." I said as I saw him paled.

"Don't worry you two. I'll protect you." I said as I lend in slightly. "But where supposed to protect you." Eddie mumbled as I smiled at him. "I lived for 178 years. I think I can live a lot longer." I mumbled as Eddie chuckled softly before pressing his lips agents mine.

Time Skip

I smiled slightly as I parked my car close to tge house Esme has design along with me, Alice, and Rosalie. "What if they don't like us?" Eddie asked softly causing me to look at him. "Is Eddie Brock and Venom scares to meet a coven of vampires?" I asked cauaing him to chuckled nervously. "I mean I am kind of human. They could drink my blood." Eddie said causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.

"You my mate now Eddie, Venom, if they so much as hurt you. I'll kill them myself." I said seriously as they look at me. "Come on. Oh and Venom. Don't be talking to loud in Eddie mind cause Edward can read minds." I said as Eddie nods his head. We both got out the car as I then appeared next to Eddie cauaing him to laugh. "Show off." He said as I closed the door to the car. "Only for you." I winked as the door opened and someone wrapped there arms around me.

"Hey Alice." I said hugging her back. "I missed you! Oh this must be your boyfriend Eddie!" Alice said as she took notice of Eddie right away. "Yes he is." I said as Eddie chuckled and took out his hand for Alice to shake. "Nice to meet you. You must be Alice. (Y/n) has told me so much about you." Eddie said as they shook hands.

"Jasper this is Eddie. Eddie this is my brother Jasper." I said aa Jasper appeared next to Alice and slightly glare ar Eddie. "Jasper Whitlock form the Civil War. (Y/n) has told me a lot of story's about the battle you guys where in." Eddie said as he didn't seem a bit fazed about Jasper.

"She has had she?" Jasper said as I saw his eyes darken slightly. "Major." I said as I stood infront of Eddie. "How come you never told me about your Boyfriend." Major said causing me to glare at him. "Ya never asked." I said as my accent came out strong.

"He's hidin' something." Major growled as I hissed at him. "Babe. Don't." Eddie said as he place a hand on my shoulder calming me down slightly. "His my mate." I said then took Eddies hand as we walked towards the house.

Time Skip

Eddie wrapped his arms around me as we watch Jasper teach the wolve on the others how to kill Newborns. "It seems that only Jasper dislikes me." Eddie said causing me to laugh softly. "He doesn't dislike you. He just doesn't trust you." I said softly then felt something on my shoulder.

"CAN WE EAT HIM?" Venom asked causing me to bit my bottom lips to stop me from laughing. "No V. As much as I love to see you try. His the only real family I have left." I said softly as V started to nuzzle himself closer to me and slightly purr. "(Y/n)!" Jasper called causing Venom to disappear and Jasper or Major to look at me.

"You ready big brother?" I asked as Eddie lets me go and watched me instantly. "I'm not gonna lose to you sugar." Major said causing me to chuckle darkly. "Then let the game began." I grin as we got in our stance. It looked like we were dancing around as me and Jasper continued to fight. At last I bet him to the ground. "I win." I said darkly as Major panted and chuckled.

"Seems so." He said as I helped him up. "You guys look like you were dancing." Alice said as I smile at her. "Its been awhile since me and Major spar each other." I said as Major placed an arm over my shoulder. "You've gotten better." He said as I grin at him. "And you have gotten slower." I said then stood next to Eddie.

"(Y/n)." Edward called as I looked up at him only to see him glaring at Eddie. "Your not keeping your thought to yourself Eddie." I said as Eddie to chuckled and scratch the back of his neck. "It can't be help." He said with a childish grin. "Who's that?" Edward said as he stood in front of Bella.

"Who?" I asked confused until I took notice Eddie frown look. "V?" I asked then Venom appeared over Eddies shoulder scaring everyone even the wolves. "WHY DO YOU ONLY TALK TO EDDIE?!" Venom snarled casuing me to chuckle at him softly. "Cause I was gonna introduce you to them V. I didn't mean to make you feel sad." I said as I pat his head causing him to purr.

"Guys meet Venom. A Symbiote from another planet." I said with a soft smile. "His not dangerous. Unless you anger him." I said softly as Eddie held an panic look. "He could help us." Carlisle said as I chuckled when V started to nuzzle himself closer to me dragging Eddie with him.

Time Skip

"Get ready." Major said as I nod my head and grin. "Ready you two." I said to Eddie as he pulled me towards him. "Please be safe." Eddie said as I frown at him. Then he gently pressed his lips aganet mine. I smiled as I pulled away and chuckled softly. "I always well." I said softlty as I peck his lips.

Once the Newborns started to run towards us Eddie lets Venom take over. The fight was easy as me and Major Jasper fought and had each other back just like back then. "You need to watch your back brother dear." I said as Major chuckled. "Behind you." He said as I turned a 180 with my leg up breaking the newborn neck.

"Your no fun." I pouted causing him to glare at me playfully. "Kill the rest." Major said as I nod my head. Once we only had a few left I saw two of them jump on V causing me to get on off him. "(Y/n)!" I heard as the newborn through me acrossed the field. I gasped slightly as time went slow around me.

Then I felt a sharp pain on my head, back, and shoulder. "(Y/n)!" I heard V yelled as I started to lose consciousness. "You pay for that!" V yelled as I felt myself starting to heal. "(Y/n). Baby. Please come back." I heard Eddie said as I saw a blure. Once every part of my body healed I gasped again and quickly sat up.

"Fuck that hurt." I mumbled as Eddie wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Your okay." Eddie whispered as I wrapped my arms around him. "I told you never go for the obvious kill (Y/n) Major said as he looked at me with concern. "It not like I'm human anyways." I said as I heard a small whimper escape Eddies lips.

"Please. Don't do that. We thought." Eddie said as I took notice there no more newborns. "Its gonna take a lot more then that to get rid of me you two." I said softly as I kissed his neck to his cheek. "There coming." Alice called as Edward and Bella got here.

"They won't accept the fact we have the wolve here. They need to go." Carlisle said as I ignored them. "I can't wait to go back home." I mumbled softly as Eddie helped me up and wrapped an arm around my waist when I lost my balance. "Thanks." I smiled as he pecked my cheek.

"Can't wait to go back eating some chocolate and tatter tots." Eddie said as Venom appeared between us. "Yes and some snakes on humans." V said causinf me to chuckle and Eddie to sigh. "There here." Alice said as I tensed up and lookes ahead. "Stay close to me." I said as I took Eddies hand and stood close to the last Newborn girl.

"Seems we messed an entertaining fight." Alec said as I rolled my eyes. "Maybe if you wouod have been her earlier then you would have some fun yourself." I snarled getting there attention. "Hmmm. Another Vampire with a human mate." Jane said as she looks at Eddie up and down with her red eyes.

I could tell V and Eddie didn't like them. "Sure. You can say that." I said with a grin. "You missed one." She said as she took notice of the girl next to me. Me and Jasper glared at Jane as we stood next to the girl. "She's with us now. She didn't even have a choice." Esme trued to be reasonable. "That wasn't your choice to make." Jane said then stared at the girl.

"Why did you come?" Jane asked and before the girl could saw anything she started to scream in pain. "Who created you?" She asked as the girl fell to the floor. I glared at her as I used my gift making Jane look at me. "Let her speak." I said darkly as she looked at me scared. The girl panted as she looked up.

"I don't know. Rally never told us. He said our thought weren't safe." She cried as I crouched down and helped her up. "The name is Victoria. You should know." Edward snarles slightly as I chuckled. "Edward if the Volturi knew about Victoria they would have done something. Isn't that right Jane?" Carlisle asked as I saw Jasper used his gift. "Of course." She said then looked at the girl.

"Caius wouldn't be happy to hear that shes still human." Jane said as she looked at Edward and Bella. "The Date is set." Bella said as Jane then look at me. "Aro would like to meet you two once he finds out another Cullen has a human." Jane said causing me to chuckle. "I'm not apart of the Cullens anymore. I moved away." I said as she glared at me.

"You want proof kid?" I asked as I stood in front of her. She narrowed her eyes at me as she look down at my hand. She grabbed it as I showed her me the day I told them I'm moving away, to the day I meet Eddie, to how I told Eddie about myself, and how I told him about the Volturi. "Interesting." She said I she lets go of my hand.

I didn't want to show her about Venom knowing they were gonna take him away from me and try to kill him. "Felix, I'd like to go home now." Jane said as I stood next to Eddie. I looked down as Felix went to the girl causing her to scream in fear.

I quickly pulled Eddie down to my neck as we heard a snap causing Eddie to tensed up. "The Volturi doesn't give second chances. Keep that in mind." Jane said then they left. The girl's body was on fire as Eddie looked down at her. "We could have done something." Eddie mumbled as I looked down.

"We couldn't. Or they'll kill us all." I told him as everyone looked at the girl. I frown slightly as it started to get a bit winder blow out the fire. I raised my hand causing bright neon blue flames to appear and revised back time. The girl's body was pit back to place as she gasped out.

Third Person POV

"(Y/n)." Carlisle said as she held her throat. "When was the last time you hunt?" Jasper asked (Y/n) as she frown at him. "Your safe (Y/n)." Eddie said as she look down at the ground confused. "What wrong?" Rosalie asked Eddie as he place a gentle hand on her shoulder. "(Y/N) HASN'T USED THAT GIFT IN WHILE. WHEN SHE DOES SHE TEND TO FORGET THINGS AND PEOPLE." Venom said as Eddie moved his hands down to her hands and intertwine there fingers.

"Where am I?" (Y/n) asked confused as Eddie slowly. "Fuck. My head hurts." (Y/n) mumbled as Venom nuzzled himself closer to her. "You guys should go." Eddie said as the Cullen's were hesitant. They nod and took the girl with them leaving only Eddie, Venom, and (Y/n) alone.

"You know where you are sweetheart?" Eddie asked as (Y/n) frown before slowly nodding her head. "Florks?" (Y/n) said confused as she looks around. "Yeah. We just defeated the Newborn army." He said as (Y/n) frown slightly. "Yeah. Now I remember." She said with a slight smile.

"Come on. Your brother is probably waiting for you." Eddie said as he let V took over and picked (Y/n) up bridle style and ran through the woods.

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Royals 4/9: I'm a Star and I'm Burnin' Through You (Branjie)- athena2

A/N: Thank you to everyone that’s read and left feedback! B and V are getting closer in this chapter, and I hope you all enjoy! A thousand thank you’s to Writ for betaing, you’re absolutely awesome! Your comments mean so much to me, and I would really appreciate it if you leave some for this chapter!

Chapter title from Love song by Lana Del Rey

—

In hindsight, the eggs were probably a step too far.

But this ‘spend a month with Brooke’ plan sounds exactly like something her mother would dream up, and it most likely would have happened even without throwing eggs at Brooke’s door.

They had definitely moved it along, though.

Hopefully Brooke knows she’s not to be messed with now, and won’t try to murder her in retaliation. Just because she didn’t follow rules as intensely as Brooke, or turn rigid as a soldier around her parents–she noticed Brooke do that this morning, there’s definitely some secrets in the Hytes castle–didn’t mean she wasn’t a good princess. Since when did following rules and doing well in lessons become the only qualifications of worth anyway? Though throwing eggs definitely wasn’t on the list, either.

Vanessa has always known she’s lovable, grins and handshakes and agreements blooming where she tred. She’s won over lords and ladies, princes and princesses. Her parents said she could walk into a room and have people on her side in minutes. So why couldn’t she act that way towards Brooke? Vanessa had fun skirting the rules for all they were worth, but what about Brooke made her take it to the point of throwing eggs? She thinks back to their interactions, trying to picture them clearly this time, not tinged with hatred. Brooke has been polite to her, if a little cold and condescending, but she probably didn’t deserve what Vanessa had done. She had overreacted. Again. It’s been a problem the past year—overreacting, letting her temper take control, not knowing when to stop acting out. Maybe she can be nicer tomorrow, turn on some of her charm. She knows the alliance is important to her parents, and she doesn’t want Brooke and her family angry at them. Besides, the month will only be even worse if she and Brooke aren’t on speaking terms.

Her thoughts are pierced by howling outside her window that chills Vanessa to the bone. Inside this creepy castle, where it already feels like the walls watch her, she can’t be sure the howls don’t sound like her name.

Great. Not only does she have to worry about Brooke poisoning her breakfast, but there’s also a chance she might get eaten by wolves. They probably wouldn’t even find her body out in the woods.

She rolls over in bed and sighs. This damn wedding couldn’t come fast enough.

—

Vanessa pulls on her favorite dress, gold swirling around her like the sun’s rays. If she has to spend an entire day with Brooke, she’s at least going to look good while she does it. She always wore her sun necklace with it, but that’s long gone now.

A knock at the door signals the start of the day’s suffering.

Brooke stares at Vanessa’s dress so long it’s like she’s trying to find the individual fibers in it. Vanessa’s cheeks burn as Brooke’s eyes take her in; it’s probably just anger. “You can’t go out there like that,” Brooke says, matter-of-fact, and all thoughts of being nice fly out the window.

The heat in her cheeks spreads to her whole body. “Now you’re telling me how I can dress? It’s bad enough I have to spend the day with you. I’m wearing what I want.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just…if you go out there obviously dressed like royalty, people might not be happy to see you.”

That’s not something she had considered, admittedly. She gave up on pretending to be someone else last year and flaunted around the city square in fancy dresses, not caring who saw her. People were always excited to see her, talking and smiling with her, telling her their stories. Figures that can’t happen in the north. This is the place where joy comes to die.

She can tell Brooke is serious–who is she kidding? Brooke is always serious. Vanessa thinks her whole face might crack if she were to smile. But there’s something–maybe an ounce of fear that passes across her face before it resumes its steely mask so quickly Vanessa might have imagined it–that makes her think she should listen, that Brooke knows what it’s like to have people unhappy at her presence.

“Fine. Do you need to watch me change?”

Brooke leaves and Vanessa exchanges the gold dress for a dull gray one, pulling her black winter cloak tight over herself. She can’t say they don’t fit her mood.

“Let’s get this misery over with,” she brushes past Brooke.

—

The village is a few minutes’ walk down the road, and it’s nothing like the bustling village home. The cobbled streets are a dusty gray brushed over by people with scowls plastered on their faces and eyes staring icily. Everyone seems hunched over, like the same force keeping their lips downturned is also dragging them toward the ground. It’s much quieter than her village; no children laughing or merchants chatting with customers. Two guards dressed in regular clothing trail a few feet behind them.

“Why did guards have to come with us? I thought no one is supposed to know who we are.”

“Well, not all of us parade around and fight people without guards–”

“I could handle myself,” Vanessa insists. She doesn’t bother telling Brooke that she wasn’t even the one to get in those fights. “Obviously you can’t take two steps from your door without someone watching you. Do you faint like an old lady or something–”

“It’s my father’s orders. They come in normal clothes and no one notices. It’s for our safety,” Brooke informs her, leaving no room for argument. “Look, I don’t like them any more than you do. I wish I could do one thing without people watching me.”

She’s about to retort that Brooke probably loved having people watch how perfect she is, but something holds her back. Brooke is less steel and more silk today, bags under her eyes dulling some of her sharpness. Maybe Brooke is just pretending to be nice, trying to talk normally to her, but maybe she really does mean it. And maybe Vanessa should do more to make this work and keep her parents happy. Either way, Vanessa understands, and she nods in agreement.

“Sometimes it feels like I can’t even take a bath in peace.”

“Yes,” Brooke agrees, nodding fiercely.

“It’s like you can’t just be you. Nothing you do is your own. There’s always something else involved.” It’s a feeling she was born into, royal rules and standards dictating a lot of her life, but it didn’t settle into her bones and cloud her mind, didn’t really squeeze her like a vise, until last year.

Brooke doesn’t speak, but her eyes are deep with knowing, and it occurs to Vanessa that she’s probably the only other person who can understand something like that.

Any further connection is interrupted by a woman swinging her basket in rage after leaving a butcher shop, almost beheading Vanessa. Another miserable northerner with a scowl, eyes on the ground rather than the light blue sky above.

“Is there a law against smiling here?” Vanessa demands.

Brooke shrugs. “It’s not a common practice. People mostly keep to themselves.”

“Well, I’m hungry,” Vanessa whines. “Do they have lunch in the village, or is that not a common practice either?”

And she swears, just for a second, that Brooke’s lips quirk up into a half-smile.

—

Brooke doesn’t talk freely; Vanessa discovers that their second day, as they chew roasted chicken sandwiches for lunch in a silence that makes her restless, but she answers questions like they’re in a lesson and she’s receiving marks for her responses.

When Vanessa’s voice grows hoarse after a day of rambling to fill the silence, she asks Brooke questions about the north and its villages. Brooke gives her answers like a human history book, and Vanessa is back in lessons all over again.

“Alright, let’s talk about something else,” Vanessa cuts off Brooke after her innocent question about northern trees becomes a lecture on tree bark exports. She wracks her brain for something to get them through the next hour until they went back to the castle as painlessly as possible. “What’s your favorite color?”

“I hardly see how that’s relevant,” Brooke splutters. “Surely there’s more important things–”

“Just answer the question.”

Brooke’s mouth opens but nothing comes out. It’s the first question she doesn’t have an answer ready for, and Vanessa wonders how she knows a dozen uses for tree bark and history going back several centuries but has to think about her favorite color. Was it possible that no one had ever asked her?

“What’s yours?” Brooke counters.

“Yellow,” Vanessa responds without hesitation. Yellow like the sun, like the lemon candies in her village, tart and sweet in the same bite, like the birds welcoming the morning outside her castle window. “Now you answer.”

Brooke bites her lip. “White,” she says finally.

“White?”

“Yes. Like the snow when it falls all fluffy like a cloud.” For a second, her voice has the wonder of a child and her eyes shine.

Vanessa nods, glad she didn’t laugh at Brook for choosing a boring color before hearing her explanation. She guesses the snow can be pretty, when it’s not numbing your legs. She’s just a little surprised that Brooke likes it so much when she sees it every year, but Vanessa supposes that just because something’s familiar doesn’t mean it can’t be beautiful. Maybe it was even more beautiful when you saw something countless times and still appreciated it for all it was.

“Favorite food?” Vanessa asks.

Brooke describes the honey cakes and crusty rolls Nina makes, and Vanessa tells her about the roasted chicken with beans that she devours back home.

If this is what she has to do to make Brooke stop hating her, this is what she’ll do.

Only after exchanging favorite seasons (spring for Brooke and summer for Vanessa) does she think that maybe the questions are making her stop hating Brooke.

—

Vanessa didn’t think it was possible, but somehow the nightly dinners with both their families are more painful than days with Brooke. Tonight, Thomas has been talking about the wedding so long it might be here before he finishes, and the bread with roasted garlic that Nina made is the only thing keeping Vanessa from sprinting out of the dining room. She reaches for her fourth slice as Thomas lists names off the mile-long guest list, watching Brooke fiddle with her knife.

A clang sounds underneath her. Brooke has gone completely rigid and stares intensely at her empty hand, lips parted and brow furrowed, as if she’s trying to understand how she could have dropped it.

Vanessa’s body reacts without thought, sliding her own knife over to Brooke as heads turn their way.

“My apologies,” Vanessa offers. “The knife slipped right through my hand.”

From how tense Brooke is, Vanessa expects shouting, but there’s no reprimand from anyone. She doesn’t know if Brooke would have gotten in trouble for that, but she thinks of how stiff Brooke got when her father scolded her the day of the eggshells, how scared she was after the knife hit the floor, and Vanessa figures it’s better to let everyone think she’s clumsy if it keeps that fear from Brooke’s eyes.

One of the kitchen staff brings her a new knife, and the dinner continues like nothing happened.

Brooke’s fingers brush against hers, light as a bird’s feather.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and Vanessa knows she did the right thing.

It’s not until she’s in bed that she thinks of how last week she would have paid a bag of gold to see the Ice Princess slip up like that, to see a crack in her perfect exterior. But now that it’s happened, she wants to patch that crack up and keep her whole.

—

“Are there any shops that sell candy here?” Vanessa asks. They’re in a different village today, a little farther from the castle. This one is even more gloomy than the one they normally go to. The snow is a dirty gray and many shops are closed, empty behind broken glass. It’s been a week and though she no longer hates Brooke, they’re far from friends. Brooke is still too guarded, too composed for Vanessa to really know her. When Vanessa asks questions she always expects Brooke to say more, but she doesn’t; she just gives simple, exact answers. Vanessa considers if she just doesn’t want to talk or if she’s hiding something.

“There’s one on the next street. It has chocolate truffles,” Brooke says, and Vanessa needs no more.

She turns the corner to see the sign reading Scarlet’s Sweets hanging off its hinges, rocking in the wind. Thick dust and grime coats the windows. Looks like she isn’t getting chocolate today.

“I think it’s been closed for a while.”

“I didn’t know,” Brooke replies. “I don’t know much about the stores or people here, really.”

Vanessa knew all about the people in her village. She knew Honey, who appropriately owned the candy shop where Vanessa bought lemon drops and chocolates by the pound. She stopped in Ariel’s tailor shop to talk to her, bearing raspberry chocolates for Ariel’s little sister. She knew Ra’jah at the apothecary and Mercedes at the butcher shop, has listened to all their stories and helped her parents enact laws that protected merchants.

“You don’t? Thought you knew everything,” she teases, wondering what has changed over the past few days for her to venture teasing Brooke. Or what has changed that leads to Brooke not yelling at her, but flashing a half-grin–Vanessa doesn’t think she has any others–before resuming her frown.

“I don’t really go out much,” Brooke explains. “My parents like me to stay inside and do my lessons and go to meetings because that’s more important.”

She couldn’t imagine being stuck inside all day like Brooke. She was like a caged animal when she was inside too long, eyes flitting to the sky and dense green trees when she was in a meeting. Running along the village cobblestones or through the cornfields where the stalk towered over her was the best part of her day. Her parents had always let her, setting aside time each day for her to go outside, knowing how important freedom is to her.

“Oh.” she says, things starting to make a little more sense. Brooke’s parents keeping her inside all day, forcing her to study, is another piece that helps add up to the puzzle that is Brooke. It explains why she knows so much about history and commerce but so little about the world or even herself, why she seems uncertain of the shops they go in.

“There’s chocolate truffles in the candy shop closer to the castle,” Brooke offers.

“Let’s go then.”

—

The howling is back, jolting her out of a somewhat decent sleep. Now that she’s awake, the cold returns and digs into her bones like tiny knives, back aching as she shivers.

Maybe there’s more blankets somewhere. She grabs her robe and opens the door, only to narrowly avoid bumping into Brooke. Vanessa notes the deep bags under her eyes.

“What are you doing stalking around in the middle of the night?” Vanessa asks, holding her robe closed.

The light pink tinge to Brooke’s cheeks glows rosily in the light of the wall torches.

“I-I couldn’t sleep. Thought a walk might help. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

Judging from those bags, Vanessa suspects this sleeplessness is nothing new. But Brooke looking so vulnerable, so small and lost without her glittery jewelry or dresses is new, and she softens, uncrossing her arms and waving Brooke off. “I was up anyway. Some animals outside woke me.”

“Right,” Brooke nods. “I’ll just be moving along then.” She turns smoothly and shuffles back down to the other end of the hall.

Sleep well, Vanessa thinks but doesn’t say, surging with a sudden warmth that makes her forget the blankets.

—

Vanessa’s grown bored with the village today, drumming her fingers on the tabletop in the square, and she jumps when Brooke asks if he wants to return early and have tea with Nina.

Snow is fluttering to the ground on their way back to the castle, sticking to her cheeks and landing bright on the shoulders of her black cloak.

“It’s so pretty when it falls.” Brooke is so quiet Vanessa isn’t sure whether she’s meant to hear.

“It is pretty,” Vanessa admits. “We don’t get it at all down south. It’s socold though. Especially at night. I’ve been sleeping with three blankets and I still can’t get warm,” she laments, but she lacks any real bitterness. It’s hard to be bitter about it when it’s falling so thick, fragments of a cloud like Brooke said, pearly-white and delicate as it lands on her forehead. Brooke nods, and Vanessa again gets the idea she’s holding something back, that she wants to say something but isn’t sure she should.

Regardless, Brooke is a little looser as the snow settles in her wavy hair, head lowered until they stride across the castle’s stone floor, when it snaps back up like she’s on a string.

Thomas is there to greet them. Brooke pales, her mouth twisting as she appears to bite the inside of her cheek, before becoming the perfect princess again, face a blank canvas. Thomas’s eyes are rimmed with hatred when he first sees her. He forcefully brushes the snow from her hair, muttering under his breath about presentation and that she needs to change for dinner. Brooke nods and Vanessa knows tea with Nina is out of the picture.

She considers the defeat in Brooke when she saw Thomas, and Vanessa’s thoughts have to regroup. Had she gotten it wrong? What if it wasn’t Thomas that was stuck with Brooke, but the other way around? It wouldn’t be the first time she had completely misread a relationship, seen things that weren’t there, missed the problems staring her in the face, changed the narrative to fit her emotions.

At least this time it wouldn’t cost her anything.

–

That night, there’s a stack of thick, fluffy blankets on her bed. She plucks the note off the top.

Stay warm.

The handwriting is so elegant and precise there’s only one person it could be from, and Vanessa finds her mind tracing the curves and swells of the letters all night.

—

“You’ve been watching every other day, correct?” the correspondent asks the man.

“Yes. I think I’ll increase to every day. I need more time sizing that one up, picturing that arrow going in,” the man says.

“If you think more surveillance will help, do it. Just make sure you aren’t seen. I’ll increase castle surveillance as well. Neither of them expect anything, I’m certain of it. And don’t forget to keep working on your aim.”

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