#nova bright

Okay so, I really need to tell someone about this fic before I lose my mind😂😂

Long story short, I decided to write this one as a surprise gift for my friend and in classic fashion what was supposed to be a few thousand words is now 21k and rising and has taken over my life, I will either finish it or it will finish me.

It is a Disney Zombies fic, set 3ish years after the last movie - a bit more serious than canon (I feel like that is my brand at this point) and angsty (definitely my brand at this point) and I started out not knowing if it would be good because I’ve never written those characters before and now I’ve become invested. Like once this one is finished, I will write everything else too😅

I wasn’t sure if I was gonna upload it but I kind of want to because I am unable to finish writing anything and not put it out into the world so we'll see✨ I will leave a little snippet under the cut because it’s been three months and the only person in my life who knows these characters is the only person I cannot show this to, but I need someone else to see this at this point😂

This week? Zombies 4

Next week(s)? Who knows?!

Welcome to “I may be cringe but fuck it this song makes me cry because AAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

(I could and probably should make it prettier but… nah)

"Do you believe that dreams lead you to what you most desire?"

Nova didn't know about dreams. But she knew about visions. Being cautious and keeping Daywalker truths close to her chest, she murmured, "I would think so."

"Then that's something we agree on." The uneasy quality to his voice started to thaw.

Him too? She wondered. Even though she wanted to be different to her father, the idea of threats and Vampires being entwined colored her thoughts. Maybe he was taught the same things about Daywalkers.

The realization drove her on, towards something her caution and hesitancy couldn't fully stop.

"I think the stones - at least, our stone," She ventured in low tone, her eyes flitting to the people around them, "speak through us. Show us the path forward."

"Exactly. Like..." He squeezed her hand. "Maybe this?"

Nova stared into his eyes. The same ones she saw in her visions; dark, rich brown pools which had pierced through a cloud of darkness. "Yeah."

"I had dreams of long, blond hair, and those braids..."

Her heart jumped into her ears. "Really?" She swallowed around the lump in her throat.

It was a good omen. Right?

NO HATE TO NOVA. I Love all the characters.

₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ Angry Mistakes

Summary: Victor gets so angry, he hurts you with his powers, but automatically regrets it.

Pairing: vampire!girlfriend!reader x Victor

Warnings: Small angst

Notes: I love this. I love Nova. Don’t worry about thing! Enjoy!

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The night air in Seabrook felt too sharp.

You stood on the edge of the rooftop overlooking town, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

The moonlight caught the silver in your eyes — a telltale vampire glow you usually kept soft.

Footsteps landed behind you.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Victor said, his voice already tense.

You didn’t turn around. “You were busy.”

“With what?”

You let out a hollow laugh. “Don’t.”

Victor stepped closer. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

He ran a hand through his hair, jaw tightening. “If this is about Nova again—”

“It is about Nova,” you snapped, finally spinning to face him. “You’re always with her. Training. Planning. Laughing. And then I find out you’re still dreaming about her.”

His expression shifted — guilt flickering for a split second before frustration took over.

“That’s not how dreams work,” he shot back. “I can’t control them.”

“You used to tell me about them,” you said, voice shaking. “About how she was always there. About how you thought it meant something.”

“It doesn’t mean that anymore!”

“Then why haven’t they stopped?!”

Silence cracked between you like lightning.

Victor’s powers always responded to his emotions. The air around him shimmered faintly, charged.

“I chose you,” he said through clenched teeth.

“But your mind didn’t,” you whispered.

That did it.

The energy around him surged — not intentionally, not calculated — just raw emotion snapping loose.

“Stop acting like I’m betraying you!” he shouted.

The burst came fast.

A wave of force blasted outward from him — invisible but violent. You didn’t even have time to brace.

It hit you square in the chest.

The world flipped.

You slammed into the far brick wall of the rooftop. Pain exploded through you — not just physical, but something deeper, magic against magic. Vampire energy colliding with his.

“Y/N—” Victor’s anger vanished instantly.

Your vision blurred.

You tried to stand.

You couldn’t.

The last thing you saw was Victor running toward you, horror etched across his face.

Then darkness swallowed everything.

You didn’t wake up the next morning.

Or the next.

A week passed.

Victor barely left your side.

The guilt hollowed him out.

He replayed it over and over — the look on your face, the way his power flared, the sound of you hitting the wall.

He hadn’t meant to hurt you.

But he had.

Your hand lay limp in his as he sat beside your bed, eyes red from exhaustion.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered for the hundredth time. “I’d take it back if I could. I swear.”

And then—

Your fingers twitched.

Victor froze.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, unfocused at first.

The room felt heavy. Your body felt heavier.

He leaned forward instantly. “Hey. Hey, don’t try to move too fast.”

Your gaze found him.

He looked wrecked.

“You… look terrible,” you croaked weakly.

A broken laugh escaped him — half sob. “Yeah. I deserve that.”

Memory came rushing back in pieces.

The argument.

The surge.

The impact.

Your expression shifted slightly.

Victor flinched like you’d struck him.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said immediately, voice cracking. “I lost control. I was angry and stupid and I hurt you. I hurt you so bad you didn’t wake up for a week.”

Your brows furrowed faintly. “A week?”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Seven days.”

Silence filled the space.

“I thought I lost you,” he admitted quietly. “And every second you were unconscious, I kept thinking… if you never wake up, the last thing I said to you was yelling.”

Your heart clenched.

“And the dreams?” you asked softly.

He hesitated — then shook his head.

“They changed.”

Your eyes searched his.

“They’re not about her anymore,” he said. “They’re about you. About us. Sometimes we’re fighting side by side. Sometimes we’re just… laughing. You’re in all of them.”

His grip on your hand tightened gently.

“I don’t want anyone else in my future. I don’t want anyone else in my head.”

Tears welled in his eyes, but he didn’t look away.

“I was angry because I felt accused. But I should’ve reassured you. I should’ve calmed down. I should’ve protected you.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Instead, I hurt you.”

You slowly pushed yourself up despite the lingering weakness.

He moved to help, hesitant, like he was afraid to even touch you.

You cupped his face instead.

“You scared me,” you admitted.

“I know.”

“You broke my trust.”

“I know.”

“But you stayed.”

He closed his eyes briefly, leaning into your hand. “I’m not leaving again.”

You studied him for a long moment — the guilt, the exhaustion, the sincerity.

“Control your power next time,” you murmured.

A shaky breath left him. “There won’t be a next time.”

You leaned forward first.

The kiss wasn’t soft.

It was heavy — emotional, desperate, full of everything that almost got lost.

Victor kissed you back like he was afraid you’d disappear again, one hand cradling the back of your head carefully this time, like you were something fragile and precious.

When you finally pulled away, foreheads resting together, his voice was barely audible.

“I love you.”

You gave him a faint, tired smile.

“Then prove it.”