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More Hydrus and Guy

The two don’t run into each other for a while until Guy is out walking to a bus stop from the store. Unfortunately from him it started raining halfway there and now he regrets not wearing a jacket. He sees Hydrus sitting under the bus stop hood typing on his phone. Guy walks along the path, getting closer and closer to this…stranger. Does running into someone really count as meeting? He sits on the opposite side of the bench, trying to give as much space as possible. He takes this time to sneak glances at the attractive stranger and take in his appearance. The tall man leans against the corner of the bus stop hood, one leg stretched out in front of him, the other propped up on the bench with his arm resting over it. He wears a white button up with the first two buttons undone. The tie has been untied and discarded. It drapes off his neck framing the teasing window of his chest. A large trench coat rests over his shoulders, the empty sleeves hanging limp and his sides. The coat seems to have taken the brunt of the rain, but his black hair still looks damp, and his shirt clings to his chest, the rain causing the white fabric to turn see though. Guy is so caught up in his appearance that he doesn’t notice the piercing eyes staring at him.

“It’s rude to stare.” Guy startles from his thoughts and looks up at the annoyed set of dark eyes staring back at him. He sits up straight and laughs awkwardly.

“I’m, uh, sorry about that, Just didn’t think I’d be seeing you again, Mr. mysterious stranger.” Guy gives a playful, lopsided smile, a faint blush of embarrassment from being caught staring still on his cheeks. It’s an adorable sight. Hydrus tilts his head and slowly looks the man in front of him up and down. He feels the man’s emotions spike. Embarrassment, intrigue…fear. Hydrus furrows his brow. Why does it feel so wrong to cause this stranger fear? He scoffs lightly and looks away.

“Kind of stupid to not be wearing a jacket.” Guy rubs the back of his neck and he looks out towards the street as it gets obscured in the downpour.

“Yeah, didn’t think it was gonna rain tonight. At least this bus stop has a cover, and I got some handsome company too.” Guy winks at Hydrus. The daemon freezes.

‘Is this unempowered stranger really flirting with him right now. Usually people all avoid him, give him a wide berth, both empowered and unempowered people alike. Yet here this guy is, flirting with him.’ Hydrus tilts his head,

“I’m grateful for the shelter from the rain too, but my company seems to be doing his best impression of a popsicle.” Guy didn’t even realize how cold he was. He had been too preoccupied with the man I front of him. Before the can get out a response, a thick bundle of fabric is pushed towards him. He looks up, surprised. The man looks to his side as he offers his coat. Guy smiles,

“Awww, trying to keep me warm. How kind of you Mr. Mysterious Stranger.” Hydrus narrows his eyes at the teasing and retracts his arm and his coat. Guy quickly starts apologizing inbetween laughs.

“Nooo, I’m sorry, I was just kidding, please, it’s fucking freezing.” He is handed the warm jacket and puts it on, grateful for its heat. “Thank you Mr. Mys-“

“Hydrus”

Guy pauses and smiles.

“That’s an interesting name. I’m Guy.” His voice takes a joking tone, “The Pizza Guy if you will.” Hydrus rolls his eyes and Guys laughs at the joke that he’s probably told a thousand times. A bus drives up to the stop and opens it’s doors. Guy stands and turns,

“I better get going, are you getting on too?”

Hydrus shakes his head.

“Well then thank you for keeping me company.” Hydrus nods.

‘This dude really doesn’t talk much’ Guy thinks as he sits down on the bus, putting his hands in his jacket….not his jacket. Guys eyes widen

‘Oh my god, I just took this persons coat’ in the middle of his freak out he feels something in the coat pocket. He takes it out to find a small piece of paper. It looks like a business card, but all the writing on the front is scribbled out. He turns the card in his hands and finds a phone number on the back, underneath it is a note.

‘Give me my coat back sometime’

-H

Guy smiles at the note and immediately takes out his phone and calls a familiar number.

“Hey Rosa, you’ll never guess what just happened”

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Bada-bing and Bada-boom

Sweetheart has 100% named both of Milo’s tiddies.

I’m all for the hype about a video of Darlin meeting the Solaire Vamps, but I raise this. They met during the inversion.

We know that makers and progeny can feel each other’s emotions to an extent. I doubt that the wards could stop that connection, meaning William, Alexis, and Fred all felt Sam and Vincent’s panic when the shades appeared.

They all arrived at the stadium quickly, (Bright coming along too ofc) only to have to wait outside the wards. Once they fell they went searching through the crowd for their family. They find Sam in the chaos, just as they are about to zip over there. They catch sight of a giant wolf bounding towards him, only to shift back into a human last second to nearly tackle Sam into a bone-crushing hug, he returns it with just as much energy. The spectating vampires are caught by surprise as the two separate only for a split second before passionately kissing one another while holding each other as close as possible. This is the wolf Sam comes back smelling like? Fred is worried, but still happy for Sam nonetheless. Bright is surprised and confused. William is glad he’s okay and has someone to take care of him when he neglects himself in favor of others. Alexis stares at the exchange. Envy reigns supreme in her mind, not leaving much space for relief that Sam’s even alive. She watches as her progeny, and object of her immortal affections is held by someone else. She watches as the wolf clamps their arms around Sam as if to protect him from a threat that’s already passed, like the world nearly ended, and based on the way they held him so desperately. If anything were to have happened to him, it would have. It makes her blood boil. Eventually the two separate, the shifter pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Sam’s head. They look around and Sam catches sight of them. Bright and Fred run to him first, followed by William. Alexis hesitates, then follows.

Tank doesn’t miss the way Sam’s shoulders go tense under their fingertips as another vamp appears next to William. Her hair lays perfect even in the midst of a tragedy, her silver eyes didn’t look like Sam’s, or William’s. Their eyes are warm and kind. Her eyes are sharp and cynical. They can only assume this is Alexis, their grip on his shoulders tightens and they pull him closer. They weren’t there to protect him in the wards, but they’ll be damned if they let something happen to him now. Even if the thing they are shielding him from is his own maker and the first blood of a vampire king. They’d do it for him, they’d do anything for him. They would give him every star in the sky if he asked.

William stands in front of Sam as he briefly covers what happened, leaving out exactly what happened with Vincent and his partner. That’s for him to say. Once he finishes, William turns his attention to the shifter standing at Sam’s side. Said vamp notices William’s attention on the wolf, stiffening a bit. William extends his hand to the shifter, and they shake it firmly.

“I’m William Solaire, though you probably figured that out by now.” The wolf nods,

“Tank.” William quirks a brow at the name, a nickname he guesses. He feels a tug of envy in his chest; right where Alexis and her feelings lie. Looking over to his progeny he catches her staring at Tank, silver eyes piercing holes in them. They pay her no mind, they are too focused on Sam. This only seems to aggravate her more. Fred and Bright stand close to Sam but pointedly far away from the wolf shifter at his other side. He doesn’t blame them. The scars covering their body give them quite the image. They are young vampires, Tank must intimidate them, even if Bright’s trying to put on a brave face for Fred. It’s not just their appearance either; Their aura itself was on fire. The energy surrounding them was feral and wild, yet they were in perfect control of that chaos. Despite what he assumed many others would say before getting to know them, he thought that Sam had found a wonderful partner. He could practically feel the fierce loyalty they felt for Sam radiating off of them in waves. Their strength would always be used for him, never against him. Yes, Sam was in good hands with this wolf.

Sam gently picking twigs and leaves out of their hair with a soft smile.

I lowkey want sam to take care of darlin after a shift

Him cleaning them up after a day with the pack playing and getting dirty

And them bein pouty amd telling him that they can take care of themselves

While they both know they're over the moon and back with happiness that they're with their mate

Angel and Lovely being friends and knowing each other are dating important empowered people but not knowing if each other know about magic. So the just dance around covert with oddly specific yet vague comments.

Lovely: Soooo, team Jacob or Edward?

Angel:….Jacob, cause I like really big dogs and stuff…..

Lovely: yeah…. I like the vampires, but the movie wasn’t accurate….to uhh stories I’ve heard

———

Angel: are you squeamish around blood?

Lovely:…depends

———

Angel: you’ve been out at night more since you started dating Vincent. Any reason why….?

Lovely: He uhhh, works night shifts.

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I just think it would be funny

If your not in one of those then you’re in their trapezoid of hostility: run

Darling: If you're not in my circle of trust, you're probably in my triangle of suspicion, or my rhombus of doubt

Fight Night

So, the other day “[Not] ASMR | Pack Fight Night” appeared in my head as a concept and… this got long. I never thought I’d write a one-shot longer than “Fringes” ever again but here we are. This one literally took me several days It also switches POVs a lot so whose POV is it is at the top of their section, as usual. 7.6k words PS, I had to make up a couple wolves to fill out the roster. We had a bunch of their names but not enough and I needed more for the bracket.

CW: fantasy violence, mentions of blood, some Quinn memories

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Darlin’

“So… let me get this straight. You’re having a bracketed tournament in the woods with your pack. Where y’all do one-on-one fights until someone is the champion,” Sam said.

“Yep.” I nodded, stretching my shoulders.

“Do all shifter packs do that?”

“How would I know?”

Sam made a noise of mild frustration, but didn’t give me attitude about my attitude. “Who all fights?”

“Whoever feels like they’re up for it,” I replied. “Usually the younger members. If they’re under eighteen they can’t fight without their parents’ explicit permission given to David, and there’s actually a separate bracket for those who are under eighteen. A little league sparring match, as it were. But everyone eighteen and older is the main event.”

“Who’s the reigning champ?”

“David. But that’s a given. The competition is for second place every year. We all know David’s gonna get first.”

“Alright. Who’s last year’s runner up?”

“Ash. I wasn’t here for it. The year before, Ash barely beat me out for second and I’m still bitter about it. So this year, I’m gonna try to beat him. But I might not even need to fight him. He might be on David’s side of the bracket so David can take him out.”

“Who makes the bracket?”

“An online generator. We just put in everyone’s names and it makes the line-up. Keeps it fair that way.”

“Anythin’ else I need to know?”

“Uh… sit with David, Ash, and Milo’s mates? If you want? Don’t be surprised when we’re brutal with each other? We play rough and always have. We’re shifters—it’s part of the deal. I don’t know. If I think of anything else you need to know, I’ll tell you.”

“Alright.” Sam shook his head.

We ducked into his car.

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Angel

“This is gonna be fun,” I said, pulling my large plastic bag of popcorn out of the car with me. David climbed out of his side of the car and threw his jacket down on the driver’s seat, leaving him in just his jeans and tank top. Which I was absolutely shamelessly staring at. All chiseled muscles and skin gleaming softly in the moonlight.

“I agree.”

“Are you actually going to have fun?” I asked. “Or is this some sense of duty thing for you? Like, proving you’re strong enough to be the alpha?”

David leveled his vibrant green glare at me. “Tonight is a friendly competition, angel,” he said. “This has nothing to do with proving myself worthy.”

“Good. So that means it’s fun, right? You’re, like, capable of having fun?” I teased.

He swung an arm as though to try and catch me around the waist but I dodged away and started running up the trail. As always, we were the earliest to arrive so we had the hiking trail to ourselves.

I heard David’s boots crunching up the earth behind me. He was significantly taller and faster than I was, so I didn’t actually expect to get far.

I got maybe a dozen yards before he caught me around the waist and held me there—but he was smiling and laughing. “You are such a little snot, you know that?”

I laughed and squirmed, trying to wriggle free. “Yep!”

“You’re lucky that I love you.”

“Or what?”

“Or I wouldn’t put up with your teasing,” he growled. I kept laughing.

“Lemme gooo, Davey!” I protested.

“Why should I?”

“Because we still gotta set up for the tournament.”

“But you haven’t paid your Little Snot Tax,” he said.

“Which is what, exactly?”

“Give me a kiss, you menace.”

“You shoulda led with that,” I remarked, twisting around in his hold to do as he requested. I managed to keep the bag of popcorn almost as tall as I was out of the way to avoid it getting crushed as Davey’s arms held me tighter. Even in just a tank top and jeans, he was warm, pressed against me. He hummed quietly against my lips, acknowledging my words.

When he pulled away, his exasperated grin was fond, too. “C’mon. Let’s go set up.”

He held my hand and helped me up the trail. I didn’t need help, per se, but I liked letting him pull me. Made it easier on me.

When we got to the clearing, I set the bag of popcorn on the ground and slung my backpack off, pulling out the small red-and-white paper bags to distribute the popcorn out for the rest of the pack. Everyone else was in charge of bringing their own drinks and/or chairs, but we’d brought popcorn and a foldable table. As I started dishing popcorn into the white paper bags, David went back down the trail to go grab the table in the back of the car and our camp chairs.

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