#and i was also so indecisive abt which colour i should make then

[ilygetou]

How'd it take you five hours when all you changed are the pictures and texts, pfp and header.

I JUST POSTED THAT. HOW'D YOU EVEN. BRO.

[lucky-draws]

HMMMM im like. so there's this local open art exhibition going on where like the public can submit works and i want to enter but im so indecisive abt what exactly to DO for it........i have a few ideas but it's so open ended it's hard to decide what sort of angle... i don't rly do Serious Original Art Pieces much ggjjg so im like uh...what to do... but then im also like well. art doesn't have to Mean stuff i could just draw some fun little creatures/something colourful and funky that's simply fun to look at... i guess i wouldn't mind doing something from life like some place in my town but hmm.... i also only have a week to do something LOL i gotta go fast... you can enter up to 3 works which makes me even more indecisive.........maybe i should just do a portrait of someone or something...my dad lives with me he's literally right there to pose for it hmm.. ...not a self portrait that feels too narcissistic and i don't wanna draw my face anyway LOL..... i kind of want to do something in coloured pencils like ive been doing all my fanart in lately and im trying not to feel intimidated by the fact that there'll probably be Proper Artists doing Oil Painting On Huge Canvas stuff and im just a silly little drawer... HMM well ill figure something out i guess. maybe ill just submit a painting of big boss and pretend it's a real life person

[virus-vodka]

This Spell You Got on Me, It's Like Magic

Ship: 5 Stars (Callow x Hattori)

Word Count: 2025

Warnings: Mildly NSFW near the end, but the smut is not the focus.

A/N: Establishing fic for my lad so he can have a boyf lul, also, title is taken from the song Magic by Mystery Skulls (also highkey their themesong)

[5554629]: sry 2 ask this so l8 but r u rich???

[Me]: Why does it matter?

[5554629]: i saw a article abt ur fam, ur rich???

[Me]: Oh, look at the time, it seems like I can’t make it to our date tonight

[Me]: Oh darn

[Me]: Such a cruel world

[Number blocked]

Callow stared down at his phone, one hand against his forehead. He was… upset. This had been the third date in a row that had searched up his name and found out about his money, and it annoyed Callow. At least if they were looking him up, don’t fucking tell him. He knew the signs of a gold digger and always ensured he never had a night with them, lest he put ideas in their heads.

That’s how he ended up in his usual gay bar; upset and frustrated that the past three nights had been busts, and he was just ready to drink himself under the table, pride and safety be damned.

With a wave of his hand, the bartender—a young woman with colourful wings folded against her back—brought him his usual of sprite and vodka, and he slid her a hefty tip. She had seemed flustered, but he was quick to grab his drink, turn, and lean back against the bar.

Normally, he prefered to wine and dine his company, get a feeling for them and see if they were even worth the time or effort, and as of late, if he could trust them. Seeing how his luck had run the last few nights, maybe picking someone up who didn’t have time to look him up was a better idea.

So, that’s where Callow was at, green eyes watching and waiting, sipping at his drink.

A few men caught his attention right off the bat; an older looking brown bear virus was sitting at a table by his lonesome, stirring his own drink idly with the tiny umbrella. A virus with pale white skin and neon pink veins was making his way to each table down by the stage, either one of the performers here or someone more desperate than Callow. A lanky werewolf virus with sharp teeth and even sharper eyes, ice blue that briefly met green, which lingered but continued on.

All three had their merits, but it wasn’t what he wanted tonight. What did he even want tonight?

Holding in a growl, upset and angry he didn’t even know what he was looking for, Callow’s eyes swept the room again. Another older looking man was dressed to the nines with a big gaudy boa around his neck, two younger looking men curled up on either side of him while a third straddled his lap. It wasn’t that type of club, but apparently this virus didn’t care.

Coming to terms that he’d be alone again for another night, Callow turned back to the bar, knocking the rest of his drink back, before ordering another.

After a third drink, Callow was finally able to start feeling a slight buzz, so with a gesture came another glass. Apparently, it also brought a stranger.

“I’ll have whatever he’s having.” Callow glanced beside him as the stranger sat down on the stool next to him, and Callow nearly stopped breathing.

Beside him was a virus who couldn’t be any older than himself, fuzzy ears poking up from stark white hair that was half tied up in a top knot, a sly smile on his face.

Brown eyes kept locked onto green, Callow unable to look away as he felt his face flush ever so slightly. This man was beautiful.

Thankfully, a glass of sprite and vodka was set down in front of the handsome virus, breaking eye contact for a blessed second so Callow could get his head in order. “Vodka,” the stranger commented, Callow watching as he took another sip, eyes trained on Callow once again.

“Er, yeah, I enjoy it as a mixer.” Callow internally cringed at his own words, having never felt this tongue tied before. What was wrong with him?

The stranger’s smile seemed to soften ever so slightly, his gaze less prodding and more admiring. “I’m Hattori, what’s your name?”

“Callow.”

“Callow,” Hattori repeated, like his name was a fine wine that needed to be rolled around and tested. “I like it, where are you from?”

“Astronomy District, but I’ll be in Dashland for a while.”

“I just moved here from the Supernatural District, and I’ll also be in Dashland for a while.” Oh, that was a very clear open invitation if Callow had ever seen one.

Finally feeling some semblance of normal, though his soul was still racing inexplicably, he leaned in with a smirk on his face. “Well, seems I’ve found a new friend,” Hattori smirked as he leaned in himself. “Mind if I come check out your place?”

Hattori let out a small chuckle, leaning in closer so their breath danced together. “I thought you’d never ask.”

.:.

Callow awoke in the quietness of the early morning, before the birds were up and singing, before his bedmate had even a singular thought of stirring.

He awoke to Hattori facing him, arms wrapped around his waist, face pressed against Callow’s chest. He was still beautiful, hair tousled and all, long since pulled out of the top knot. The five tails had surprised him, but for such a young kitsune virus to have so many tails already spoke greatly of his powers.

Callow didn’t care about his strength or power.

He awoke with an aching heart at the thought of leaving. He never wanted to leave this bed, this room, this apartment, this moment.

In previous one-night stands, Callow had no problem leaving a note and vanishing, sometimes having repeat partners, but otherwise never seeing the man again.

But this time… this time, Callow didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to miss Hattori waking up, miss seeing what his morning routine was, miss seeing him just… live.

Callow must have moved too much, too indecisive if he should leave or not, because Hattori suddenly let out a small groan, his grip tightening around Callow as he buried his face further into Callow’s chest.

“You’re warm,” he mumbled, Callow letting out a snort as his hand automatically came up to run his fingers through Hattori’s sex and sleep mused hair.

“And you’re beautiful.” Came the automatic response, Hattori let out a sleepy chuckle. A brown eye cracked open just enough to look up at Callow, before his head was tipping down.

Carefully, sharp canines nipped at his nipple, Callow’s tail slamming down on the bed loud enough to make Hattori laugh softly and pull back, pressing a gentle kiss to the bite. “I must admit, I’m surprised you wanted to spend the night.” Hattori didn’t meet his gaze, suddenly acting shy as he came back in and hid his face away.

“Why would I leave?”

Hattori was silent for a moment, slowly moving to place his chin on Callow’s sternum, looking up at him. “Ah, most people usually turn me down once they find out I’m a kitsune.” Hattori gave a shrug, eyes darting away. “I… I think they feared my powers.”

Callow felt his tail begin to tense, his body ready to follow suit, but he kept himself relaxed, afraid of giving Hattori the wrong impression. “I don’t fear you.” He mumbled softly, having never spoken more true words.

Fear of Hattori wasn’t even something he thought of, and as stupid as it was, he never even considered Hattori would want to harm him. After all his training, he should have been wary, should have looked further into a random kitsune virus who approached him at a bar unprompted. But something just… clicked in his mind, made him feel safe, like he could trust Hattori.

Callow watched as both white ears perked in his direction before those beautiful brown eyes were staring up at him. He felt nervous, his stomach rolling in anticipation.

Hattori suddenly moved to slide up to his pillow, Callow uncurling himself to better line up with the kitsune. “What else do you think about me?” He asked softly, Callow unable to help himself as he relaxed and leaned in.

“I like your laugh,” he murmured into Hattori’s neck, rewarding him with that deep and breathy sound, something that Callow wanted to hear for the rest of his life. “I like your claws for two reasons, not just aesthetics alone.” Hattori smirked, suddenly running his black claws gently along Callow’s chest, earning a small shiver that hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“What else?”

Callow took a moment to recover, but he continued on once he could have a functioning brain cell. “I like your jokes, and how bold you are.” He moved to sit up, using one hand as a support as Hattori moved to lie on his back. “I like how gentle you are, your kindness.” Callow leaned down then, stealing a kiss that Hattori returned.

He moved down, pressing another kiss to Hattori’s chest, teeth nipping at Hattori’s own nipple that had him letting out a soft moan. “Callow,” he cooed, the gator virus nodding as he moved to straddle Hattori’s waist.

“I like how you make me feel,” he managed to get out, gently gripping their cocks together. Hattori let out another moan, a hand coming to grip Callow’s hip as his claws dug into his flesh. “I… I think I’m in love…” Callow flushed in embarrassment at his confession, who just says something like that, and to a complete stranger! He caught feelings and now he was going to ruin—

Hattori surged up, crashing his lips against Callow’s, his own hand coming to help hold their cocks close. “Oh thank the stars, I think I love you too.” His voice was breathy and quiet, but Callow let out a loud whine as he kissed back just as ferociously as Hattori had.

Regretfully, Callow pulled away, breathing heavily as he gently pushed Hattori down. He batted the kitsune’s hands away, shifting and lining up his still wet hole with Hattori’s cock.

As he sunk down, they both let out a moan, but this time was different. Callow didn’t want a quick fuck, and neither did Hattori it seemed, content with just holding Callow’s hips. Gently, they rocked together, Callow leaning down to kiss Hattori, their tongues meeting lazily.

Callow was on cloud nine, his mind trying to figure out if this was truly love or just infatuation. But as Hattori kissed him, moving to press kisses to every available space with nothing but a gentleness he had never experienced before, it was wiped clear from his mind.

The thought pushed him over, moaning out Hattori’s name as he came on his stomach. Hattori followed shortly, crying out Callow’s name as his knot swelled and locked them together.

The kitsune gave a gentle pat to Callow’s side, both panting as Hattori helped Callow lay on his side, both holding each other close. “I’m getting you messy.” Callow mumbled into Hattori’s neck, the older one just letting out a soft chuckle.

“I won’t mind if you stay.”

Both fell quiet, Callow closing his eyes and breathing in Hattori’s scent as he thought.

Wasn’t this what he wanted? But why was he so scared? If anyone found Hattori… if they knew their relationship…

“It’s not safe to be with me.” Callow murmured, but he only felt Hattori tighten his grip to keep him close.

“Then I’ll make it safe. I want you, Callow.” He felt tears begin to pool in his eyes, nodding into Hattori’s neck as he buried his face closer, never wanting to leave this moment.

“I want you too,” he managed to get out, Hattori relaxing his grip as those clawed fingers came up to run through his hair. “I want you too.” He repeated, softer this time.

“Good,” Hattori rumbled, nuzzling the top of Callow’s head. “I don’t want to miss this, miss you.” Callow pressed a gentle kiss to Hattori’s neck, feeling him return the gesture to the top of his head.

“I don’t want to miss you either.”