#coded writes

Here's my take on thrall!Abolish inspired by this prompt, with my own twist on it! I hope you enjoy <3

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Summary: Abolish knew that there were vampires, that Scott could be a vampire, but this— this is not— it’s at a whole different scale, because if Abolish has to follow and listen and answer that means he’s—

“What a surprise it must be for you then,” Scott says in a purr, his obvious delight a horrible contrast to the horror coursing through Abolish, “that you found your sire instead.”

Sire. Sire. Sire.

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The reception to this fic has been so lovely, ty ty everyone!! I hope you'll enjoy the second chapter! <3 <3

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Summary: “Scott,” Nom calls out to him when the meeting ends. It’s the first time they’ve spoken since their argument, and the first time Nom has willingly looked him in the eye since.

It’s unfair how much that affects him. “Did you need anything?” he questions lightly.

The final chapter is here! I hope you enjoyed the story <3 <3

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Summary: Dandelions are survivors, they represent hope, and emotional healing. When put in a stew, they satisfy a deep hunger inside of you, and with a gentle breath, they can make a wish come true.

Do not give up, they say. They’re resilient, they transform.

Here's my fluffy post-canon crossfangs one-shot, I hope you like it <3

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Summary: Abolish slips into the seat right across from him, and as Scott’s red eyes flick up to meet his brown ones, his expression brightens. “Scott,” he greets quietly.

“Oh hello, Abolish,” Scott replies without even a hint of surprise, slipping a marker between the pages of his book before he puts it to the side. “Got a day off?”

He holds back a snort. Funny. “Yeah,” Abolish answers. “How have you been?”

Here's the first chapter of my pre-sleep curse crossfangs butler au! I hope you like it <3

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Summary: “Tell me something, Abolish, do you want to die?” Scott questions lazily, his cape fluttering around him as he spins around to face Abolish, his arm outstretched as he uses two fingers to beckon his servant. There’s something fluid and majestic about Scott’s movements, a dance practiced until perfected, switching smoothly from near stillness to extravagant motion within the blink of an eye.

The question though, that’s a relatively easy one. “No,” Abolish says simply.

“No?” Scott repeats, raising an elegant eyebrow.

“No, my Lord, I don’t want to die,” he amends.

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Definitely forgot to post this yesterday lmao, but we're nearing the end! Just one more chapter after this, but I hope you enjoy this one first <3

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Summary: Scott trails his finger over the curves of Owain’s helmet, rays of sunlight making it gleam golden, and he gently retraces the scars by his eye that he knows are hidden beneath the lion’s facade.

Oh, why couldn’t it have been Owain instead of Nom…

Almost forgot to post this! But here you go, I hope you enjoy the newest chapter <3

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Summary: “Did you ever want to be monarch?” Scott questions.

There’s no reply.

“Probably not, right? I’m not too fond of the role myself, I mean, King Springwell,” he says with a scoff, rolling his eyes, “no, I definitely won’t miss that.”

Scott sighs.

This was a lot of fun to write, so I hope you enjoy this chapter <3

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Summary: “Please, Scott, you do not have to do this, there has to be another way.” Not even Mae’s tearful pleas will be enough to change his mind. When he got the crown, he’d wanted to be a monarch like her, a lofty goal to strive towards, but a nice one.

It truly wasn’t meant to be.