#ridiculously Fang has a lot of names

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Btw I don't have many ideas for Bark's name, if anyone has any ideas I would appreciate it

Headcanon random: Bark isn't her deadname, she kind of made that name up on the spot :"D

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Kinktober - {Day Thirty-One} {<- kinktober masterlist}

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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ HAPPY HALLOWEEN ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

{Elijah Mikaelson X Klaus Mikaelson x f!Reader} Request {@originals23}: Well, I am all for Elijah, but Kinktober without Klaus must not happen;) I therefore request a Klaus story with a female reader and kinks 15 (m/m/f) and 17. Maybe with some jealousy as Klaus doesn't like to share. ;) Hope you are feeling a bit better! Thanks!!

♡♡♡ Hiii darling @originals23 you know how much I adore you~ And of course the other man in this ménage à trois HAS to be Elijah ♡♡♡

7.3k words - Kinks: costumes, lots of blood drinking, threesome, lots of flirting, a haunted house && Klaus and Elijah competing over you in bed ...

“You’re joking.” Rebekah’s tone was flat as she stared you down in the doorway, her disapproval nearly tangible.

You blinked at her, feigning innocence, and looked down at your outfit as if trying to figure out what could possibly be the problem. “What?” you asked, tilting your head. “Is something wrong with it?”

Rebekah’s gaze didn’t waver, taking in every inch of your ‘vampire’ costume. The short, form-fitting dress, plunging neckline, lace gloves, and, of course, the dramatic collar. 

“Is this supposed to be funny?” she asked, her voice dripping with barely-contained irritation. “I thought you’d have more taste than to show up looking like that.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a buzzkill!” You laughed, waving off her disapproval with a flick of your hand. “It’s Halloween, and I’m here to have fun.”

Rebekah’s lips tightened. “You do realize there will be actual vampires at this party?” she said, her eyes narrowing.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “So... they’ll get the joke then?”

Rebekah sighed, moving over to sit at the edge of her bed as she slipped on the ridiculous hot pink heels she had chosen to complete her Barbie costume. The look suited her in a way that only added to her usual allure: effortlessly beautiful and intimidatingly flawless. “I don’t think you quite understand,” she started, giving you another withering glance.

“Sorry? Didn’t catch that,” you interrupted with a grin, pulling a pair of plastic fangs from your pocket and popping them into your mouth. Turning dramatically, you flashed her your best vampy grin.

Rebekah let out an exasperated sigh, but you saw the slight grin that tugged at the corner of her mouth. You always had a way of making her laugh, even when she didn’t want to. “I’m being serious,” she told you, standing up and reaching for her handbag.

“Ya don tink I can sedu a ampire like tis?” you said, grinning wider, struggling to speak around the fangs. You barely had time to flinch as Rebekah reached over and snatched the fangs right out of your mouth, tossing them over her shoulder without so much as a second glance.

“Hey!” you protested, trying to catch them as they sailed behind her. “I was just starting to get the hang of those!”

Rebekah rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked at you with a smirk. “Honestly, you’re hopeless. And I can’t imagine what Elijah and Klaus will think when they see you dressed like… well, that.”

At the mention of their names, you felt a warm flush rise in your cheeks. You quickly looked away, pretending to fix a wrinkle on your dress. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you muttered, hoping the blush wasn’t as obvious as it felt.

“Oh, please.” Rebekah’s grin widened, clearly enjoying your sudden shyness. She had known for a while about the little crush you had on her brothers, but she had never outright called you on it. Not until now.

You gave her a wary look, but she only shook her head, laughing softly.

“That dress is definitely going to test their self-control. Elijah, I suppose, will try to behave himself. But Klaus? Good luck with that. He’ll probably drag you off to some dark corner the second he sees you.” She smirked, leaning in conspiratorially.

The flush in your cheeks deepened, and you turned away, embarrassed. But Rebekah wasn’t finished. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Or maybe you wouldn't mind that. Maybe you're hoping for it." She raised an eyebrow, studying your reaction carefully. "If you had to choose one of them, which would it be? Elijah, or Klaus?"

You swallowed hard, feeling your face grow hotter. Your pulse was racing, and you knew she could hear it, could sense the quickening of your heartbeat. But there was no point in lying to her. She would know if you did.

"Both," you whispered back, meeting her gaze at last.

Your face was definitely burning now, and you bit your lip nervously. The thought of either one of them alone was enough to make you weak in the knees. The thought of both of them... well, it was almost too much to imagine.

Rebekah's grin widened, and she leaned back, looking satisfied.

"That's what I thought," she said, chuckling softly. Then, with a shrug, she turned away, heading toward the door. "Well, come on, then. Let's go. We can't keep them waiting forever."

You hesitated, still flustered from her teasing. But after a moment, you followed her, trailing behind her out of the room and down the stairs to the party happening in the courtyard.

The place was decorated to the nines, just like any other Mikaelson party, with elaborate decor, dim lighting, and an ever-growing throng of guests mingling and dancing to the live music. The scent of alcohol and expensive perfume filled the air, and you caught sight of a few familiar faces, including Marcel and Cami. They both looked like they were having fun, chatting and laughing as they sipped their drinks.

You felt a rush of relief at seeing them, glad that there would be someone else around to help ease the tension. The last thing you needed was to be alone in a room full of vampires, especially in your current outfit.

You followed Rebekah through the crowd, trying to stay close behind her so as not to get separated. As you approached the bar, you saw a few of the vampires look your way, and you quickly averted your gaze, pretending not to notice.

You could feel their eyes on you, and the weight of their stares made the back of your neck prickle. Wearing this costume was so funny when you imagined it, but the reality was far more nerve-wracking.

You tried to push the anxiety aside, focusing instead on the music and the atmosphere. The music was loud and pulsing, with a heavy bass that vibrated through your body, and the lights were dim enough to make everything feel a bit surreal, like you were walking through a dream.

You spotted Elijah at the bar, nursing a glass of wine and talking with Hayley. He looked dashing as always, dressed up as a 1920s gangster. His suit was perfectly tailored, and his hair was slicked back, making him look more like a mob boss than a vampire. It was a very good look on him, and you felt your pulse quicken as he glanced your way, his gaze lingering on your outfit for a moment before returning to the conversation.

Klaus was nowhere to be seen, but you figured he must be around somewhere. He wouldn't miss his own party.

As you approached the bar, Marcel and Cami waved you over, inviting you to join them. Marcel chuckled at your outfit, shaking his head as he took in the whole thing.

"Nice costume. Did you leave your fangs at home?" he asked, laughing.

You blushed, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, Rebekah wasn't really a fan," you admitted, glancing over at her. She had joined Elijah and Hayley, and the three of them seemed engrossed in their conversation.

"I like it, it's very bold," Cami chimed in, giving you a reassuring smile. She was dressed as a butterfly, with big, sparkly wings and a glittery top. It suited her well, bringing out her bright eyes and golden hair.

"It's supposed to be a joke," you explained, a bit self-consciously. "I figured if I showed up looking like a cliché, maybe the actual vampires would find it funny. Guess not, though."

Marcel shrugged, taking a swig of his drink. "I think you look hot," he told you, grinning. He was dressed as a prince, complete with a crown and fake sword. "You're definitely turning some heads tonight."

Cami nudged him with her elbow, rolling her eyes. "You're such a flirt," she teased, shaking her head. "Ignore him, he's just saying that because he thinks it'll get him lucky."

Marcel feigned innocence, raising his hands. "Who, me?"

You laughed, relaxing a bit. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"You must check out the haunted house," Cami said, gesturing across the courtyard. There was a small building, covered in fake cobwebs and skeletons, that had been transformed into a spooky attraction for the party.

"It's pretty awesome, there are some seriously creepy creatures in there," Marcel added, giving you a sly smile. "Some of them might even bite."

Just then, you heard the familiar sound of Klaus' voice coming from behind you. You turned, and your heart skipped a beat as you caught sight of him. He was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, and the mask accentuated his handsome features perfectly, making him look even more mysterious and dangerous than usual. His gaze fell on you, and he grinned, his eyes darkening with hunger.

"There you are," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've been looking for you."

Marcel and Cami exchanged a look, and you could see the amusement in their eyes. You swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself.

"H-hey," you stammered, your voice cracking slightly.

"Interesting choice in costume," he teased, his gaze raking over you slowly.

You felt your cheeks grow hot under his scrutiny, and you bit your lip, trying not to squirm.

"Do you like it?" you managed, giving him a coy smile.

Klaus' lips curved into a wicked grin, and he stepped closer, his hand moving up your arm. "I think it's perfect," he murmured, his fingertips trailing along the choker around your neck.

You couldn't deny that you enjoyed the way his gaze seemed to undress you, and you swallowed hard, feeling a familiar warmth pooling between your legs. You couldn't remember ever being this affected by someone, and the fact that it was Klaus only made it worse.

"Well, I'm glad someone has good taste," you said, forcing a lighthearted tone, trying not to let him know how flustered you were.

"Mmm, indeed." Klaus' fingers traced the collar of your dress, brushing against your skin and sending a thrill through you. He moved closer, his other hand settling on your waist as he bent down to whisper in your ear.

"But I think it could be improved," he breathed, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "You need a real bite."

Before you could respond, he dipped his head, his fangs grazing the side of your neck, just above your pulse. Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart began to race.

Marcel cleared his throat, and you suddenly remembered where you were. You flushed, pulling back a little and glancing around, noticing that several people were staring at you.

He chuckled and pulled away, giving you a wicked grin. He was teasing you, and you both knew it. But there was no denying the heat in his gaze, or the way his fingers tightened on your waist, as if he wanted to pull you closer.

"Save me a dance later?" he murmured, his thumb stroking over your hip bone.

You nodded, still a little breathless. "Of course," you managed, licking your lips.

His eyes followed the movement, his gaze darkening. "Good." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering against your skin. "I'll hold you to that, love."

With that, he stepped back, giving you a wink before turning and heading back into the crowd.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart pounding. It was almost overwhelming how attracted you were to him, and it didn't help that he knew it, too.

Marcel and Cami exchanged a knowing look, and you rolled your eyes at them.

"Oh, shut up," you muttered, taking a long sip of your drink.

They laughed, shaking their heads.

"It's about time, though," Cami said, grinning.

"I'll drink to that," Marcel agreed, raising his glass.

You gave them a warning glare, but they just laughed harder. "I'm going to check out the haunted house," you announced, turning on your heel and walking away.

Their laughter followed you as you crossed the courtyard, heading toward the small building. Your mind was racing, replaying the way Klaus had looked at you, the way his touch had sent a thrill through you. You knew you were blushing, and you were grateful for the cover of darkness as you slipped inside the attraction.

You immediately regretted the decision. It was dark and creepy, filled with cobwebs and skeletons, and the eerie soundtrack only made it worse. There was definitely a spell or two involved, the entire atmosphere was designed to put guests on edge.

You wandered through the maze of corridors and rooms, trying to find the exit. There was something about the dark corners and flickering candles that made you uneasy, and you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you.

You reached a dead end and cursed under your breath, turning back. A sudden loud scream came from the speakers, and all the lights began flashing, making your heart leap into your throat. You hurried forward, desperately searching for a way out.

You turned a corner, running blinding for the exit. But instead of finding the door, you crashed into a hard body, nearly falling over. Two strong arms wrapped around you, steadying you, and you gasped as you looked up into familiar brown eyes.

"Elijah," you breathed, clutching his chest. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you."

He chuckled, his hands resting on your hips. "That's quite alright,"

"I-I was looking for the exit," you explained, a little embarrassed.

He grinned, stepping back and gesturing to a nearby door. "You've found it," he said, taking your hand and leading you through.

The fresh air hit you, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. Elijah's touch was still making your pulse race, and you couldn't deny that you had been hoping to run into him, too.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," he said, his thumb tracing over the back of your hand. "Need a drink?"

"Please," you breathed, following him as he led you toward the bar.

He ordered two drinks, handing one to you and lifting the other in a toast. You clinked your glass against his and quickly took a sip of your drink, hoping he couldn't hear the way your heartbeat quickened.

"I'm a bit insulted by your outfit." He said, his tone playful. "I've never considered a vampire so... tasteless."

You nearly choked on your drink, surprised by his bluntness. You couldn't tell if he was serious or not, but the look in his eyes told you he was at least half-teasing.

"Hey, now. I'll have you know, I put a lot of thought into this outfit," you told him, feigning offense, though you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up.

Elijah smiled, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "Did you put glitter on your face? You're sparkling."

"Isn't that what vampires do?" You flashed a coy grin. "Sparkle in the sun?"

Elijah shook his head, his fingers trailing over your jaw. "If we did, we wouldn't do it nearly as beautifully as you."

You felt your cheeks flush at his compliment, and you looked away, taking another sip of your drink. You weren't sure what to say, he was so damn smooth with his words.

"Thank you," you finally murmured, meeting his gaze again. "For rescuing me in there."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. "My pleasure. Though, I'd say the rescue was a bit mutual."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you've rescued me as well, darling. From a very dull night."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Dull? Hardly. It's a Mikaelson Halloween party, there's nothing dull about it."

He shrugged, his gaze traveling over you again. "Perhaps. But a night spent in your company is much more exciting."

You blushed, looking down. You could feel his eyes on you, and the tension between you was nearly palpable. You had always had a crush on him, and it was surreal to be standing here, with him looking at you like that.

"Dance with me," he said, pulling you closer.

You nodded, letting him lead you onto the dance floor. The music was slow and sensual, and you could feel the beat pulsing through your body, making your heart race.

Elijah's hand settled on your waist, his other gently grasping your own as he drew you in close. You rested your free hand on his shoulder, looking up at him through your lashes. Out of all Rebekah's brothers, he was the hardest to read, and sometimes the most intimidating.

But there was no denying the heat in his gaze as he looked down at you, or the way his fingers tightened on your waist. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he said, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Did you pick your costume specifically to try and get attention?"

You blinked, caught off-guard by the question. "I, um..." You weren't sure how to answer. The truth was, yes, you had picked the outfit hoping to attract their attention, but you hadn't thought anyone would call you out on it.

"I'm not judging," he assured you, his hand sliding down your waist, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. "I'm merely curious."

"Maybe," you admitted, a flush rising in your cheeks. "What do you think?"

"I think," he murmured, his fingers dancing along the hem of your dress, his touch sending sparks of desire through you, "that you don't have to try so hard," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

You let out a soft gasp and your hand curled into the collar of his suit jacket. You knew it was a reckless idea, that getting tangled up with a Mikaelson was bound to end badly, but right now, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"You're dangerous, you know that?" you whispered, looking up at him.

"So are you," he replied, his eyes darkening.

You could see the hunger in his gaze, dark veins rippling under his eyes ever so slightly. You knew that he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

"How much did this little outfit cost?” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "What does that matter?"

"Because I want to know how much money I'm going to spend replacing it."

You blinked, your cheeks growing warm. "Elijah," you whispered, a thrill rushing through you.

He smiled, a wide toothy grin, and then spun you around, dipping you back. The move was fluid and graceful, and you clung to him, laughing breathlessly. The alcohol was making your head spin, and the heat between the two of you was intoxicating.

"I must confess I'm a bit jealous," he murmured, bringing you back up. His hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you close as the two of you moved together.

"Of who?"

"Niklaus has made it clear he's interested in pursuing you. I'm afraid that if I let you out of my sight, he'll steal you away." He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through you.

"And what do you intend to do about it?" you asked, a challenge in your voice.

He smirked, his eyes darkening. "Why, I intend to keep you right here, where I can enjoy you for myself."

"You can't keep me, I'm not an object," you teased, even as you felt your pulse quicken.

Elijah smiled, amused, his gaze moving to someone standing behind you. "Perhaps not. But Niklaus certainly thinks so."

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Klaus leaning against a nearby pillar, a drink in his hand and a smirk on his face. He gave you a wink and lifted his glass, silently toasting you.

Your cheeks flushed, and you turned back to Elijah, biting your lip. You were torn between being flattered by their attention and feeling embarrassed by it. You were just a human, after all, and they were two powerful vampires, kings among their own kind.

You felt another pair of hands sliding along your hips, and Klaus' familiar scent filled your nostrils. He nuzzled against the crook of your neck, pressing a soft kiss against your skin.

"Can I have that dance, love?" He murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

Your breath hitched, the proximity of both of them sending your pulse racing. The fantasy that you had built up in your head suddenly seemed very possible and it overwhelmed you. The heat of them, the way they touched you, the way their bodies moved against yours as they danced. You felt like a piece of prey caught between a wolf and a panther, and they were circling, waiting for the right moment to strike.

You saw Marcel watching you, an amused grin on his face. He had seen everything and was clearly entertained by the whole situation. You felt a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over you, and you stepped away, clearing your throat.

"I, uh, I should probably go find Rebekah," you said, avoiding their gazes. "I'll.. see you guys later."

Klaus' brows furrowed, and he reached for you, his fingers brushing against yours. "Love, wait—"

You pulled away from them, mumbling an excuse, and hurried off, disappearing into the crowd. Your cheeks were burning, and you could feel their eyes on you, but you didn't dare look back.

You made your way through the party, keeping your head down and avoiding eye contact with everyone. Searching for Rebekah, you found her in a far corner, chatting with Cami.

Rebekah smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Have you received the attention you were hoping for tonight?"

"Uh, yeah," you muttered, shaking your head. "Perhaps a little too much."

Cami snorted, hiding her grin behind her hand.

"You don't say," Rebekah chuckled, giving you a knowing look.

"I'm not sure what I was thinking, wearing this." You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, and you looked down at the ground, your cheeks heating.

"Nonsense," Rebekah said, linking her arm with yours. "It's not the outfit, but the girl wearing it. And besides, those idiots have been pining after you for ages, this is hardly news."

Cami nodded in agreement. "They're smitten, and everyone can see it."

You rolled your eyes, not quite believing them. "I guess…”

"Did they bother you?" Rebekah asked, a hint of protectiveness in her tone.

"No," you replied, quickly shaking your head. "I mean, not really. They were just a little... overwhelming. I'm not used to having two guys chasing after me."

Cami nodded, giving you a reassuring smile. "If anything, I think it's a good thing. Gives you the chance to decide which one you're more into."

Rebekah let out a laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Please, if she knew who she was more into, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

You glared at her, trying not to blush. She had a point, but that didn't mean you wanted her bringing it up in front of Cami.

"I don't know," Cami said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You seem pretty torn. Maybe you should just try them both out, see which one fits better."

You blinked, surprised by the suggestion. But before you could respond, Cami held up a hand, stopping you.

"No, listen, I'm serious. There's nothing wrong with trying to figure out who you're more attracted to. It's healthy."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Are you saying I should sleep with both of them?"

"If that's what it takes," Cami replied, shrugging. "You deserve to know what you want, and I don't think you'll find the answer until you give it a try."

Rebekah pretended not to hear, sipping her drink, but the corners of her mouth twitched, as if she were trying not to smile.

You stared at her for a moment, speechless. You hadn't expected such a suggestion, but at the same time, part of you wondered if Cami was right. You did want them both, and they were clearly interested in you. But there was no way in hell you could choose between them. Maybe sleeping with both of them was the only way to make things clear.

"Here," Rebekah said, interrupting your thoughts. She handed you your fake fangs, smiling mischievously. "Go put these back on, and then find my brothers. I'm sure they'd be happy to continue the party in private."

You gave her a look, but she only laughed, patting your arm.

"Just trust me," she said, winking. "I've seen you with them, you are not acting like yourself, all shy and sweet. That's not you. Go be reckless, have fun, and maybe get laid. You need it."

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and she pushed you gently back towards the dance floor. Cami joined her, both of them laughing and pushing you playfully.

"Hey, are you blushing?" Rebekah called after you, giggling.

You waved her off, rolling your eyes. But there was no denying the heat rising in your cheeks, and the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You made your way through the crowd, looking for them. But they were nowhere to be found on the first floor so you headed upstairs.

You found them sitting on the lounge on an ornate looking sofa, discussing something in hushed voices. It seemed heated, like they were arguing over something… But when they saw you, however, their conversation halted, and they exchanged a glance.

"Back so soon?" Klaus teased, his eyes sweeping over you.

You kept your mouth closed, trying to hide the fangs. You sat down in-between them, letting the silence stretch between the three of you.

Elijah cleared his throat, glancing at Klaus, and then back to you. "Is everything alright, sweetheart?"

You have them a wide grin, the ridiculous plastic fangs finally revealing themselves.

Klaus burst into laughter, throwing his head back, and Elijah's lips twitched.

"That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen," Klaus said, snorting.

"And yet, somehow, it looks quite fetching on you," Elijah remarked, a small smile playing on his lips.

You giggled, feeling a bit foolish, but also emboldened. "Why, thank you gentlemen. Now it's only fair you show me yours," you said, waggling your eyebrows and popping the fangs out of your mouth.

Klaus chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “If that's what you wish."

You watched as the veins under his eyes appeared and his fangs lengthened. It looked extra frightening, paired with his phantom costume, and you couldn't help but reach out, touching one of his fangs.

He grinned, and his eyes flashed gold, a sign of his werewolf side, too. "Does this frighten you?" he murmured, leaning closer.

"Not at all," you told him, biting your lip.

He smirked, his gaze flickering to your mouth. "Good."

You turned to Elijah, and found him watching the two of you intently, his dark eyes glittering.

"Well, don't I get to see yours, too?" you asked, batting your eyelashes.

Elijah hesitated for a moment, and then his own fangs descended, his eyes flashing black.

You let out a soft gasp, reaching out and touching his cheek. His skin was warm, the dark veins under his eyes were dancing, and you could feel the power radiating off him.

"Beautiful," you whispered, awed by their supernatural sides.

Klaus chuckled, watching the two of you with amusement. "Our little human has quite the appetite," he murmured, his eyes gleaming.

"Indeed," Elijah replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.

They exchanged a look, and then turned back to you, their gazes heated. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a bit nervous.

"Elijah and I have a bit of a wager going," Klaus said, leaning closer.

"Niklau-" Elijah started to speak, but Klaus cut him off.

"No, no, no, Elijah. We should get to the bottom of this, once and for all," Klaus said, a mischievous look on his face.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, confused.

"Well, my dear brother is under the impression that he is the one you have feelings for," Klaus explained, his tone playful.

"Niklaus, I swear to-"

Klaus held up a hand, stopping Elijah. "However, I believe it's me you're attracted to."

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. You had a feeling they had been bickering over this since the moment you left them downstairs.

"What if I can't choose?" You asked, meeting their gaze.

"Then you'll just have to spend the night with both of us," Klaus replied, a wicked grin on his face.

"Niklaus. That's enough," Elijah said, his tone sharp. You could tell he was irritated by the way Klaus was behaving. But you didn't mind the teasing, and you knew just how to shut them up.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage, and then you grabbed Elijah's tie and pulled him toward you, kissing him.

Elijah let out a surprised grunt, but quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. His lips were soft and warm, and you could feel his fangs scraping against your mouth.

The kiss was intense, and you were breathless when he finally pulled away. He smiled, his eyes dark with desire, then he looked over your shoulder at Klaus, a smug expression on his face.

"Well, there's your answer," he said, sounding a bit pleased with himself.

You glanced behind you and saw that Klaus was glaring at Elijah, his jaw clenched tight. You giggled and turned to him, pulling him in for a kiss.

He growled, his hands sliding over your body as he kissed you, hard and demanding. You could feel the anger rolling off him, and you had to admit, it was kind of thrilling.

"See, she likes me more," Klaus said, a smug grin on his face.

"Incorrigible child," Elijah scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Both of you shut up," you told them, feeling impatient. "You're ruining the mood."

Klaus smirked, his eyes flashing. "As you wish, love."

They both leaned in, pressing soft kisses to either side of your neck simultaneously. You closed your eyes, sighing, your fingers curling into the fabric of their shirts. Their lips trailed over your skin, their fangs gently scraping against you.

"We should go somewhere more private," Elijah murmured, his hand sliding up your thigh.

Klaus nodded, nipping at your earlobe. "My room, perhaps? I'd very much like to have you alone."

"Oh, no. My room," Elijah countered, his voice low and husky.

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in your throat, and you opened your eyes, looking at both of them.

"How about the guest room I'm staying in? Feels like neutral territory," you offered, smirking.

"Agreed," Elijah said, pulling you closer and nuzzling your neck.

Suddenly he scooped you up into his arms and you yelped in surprise. He smirked, and you watched Klaus grab multiple bottles of champagne. He popped one open and began to chug it.

You giggled, holding onto Elijah's neck as he carried you to the bedroom. He placed you on the bed, and you watched as they stripped their clothes off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.

"Why Phantom of the Opera?" you teased Klaus, admiring their toned bodies.

"Because I look dashing, of course," Klaus replied, grinning. "I miss the fashion of that era,"

"And you?" You looked at Elijah, "did you just find an old outfit in your closet?"

Elijah chuckled, shrugging. "More or less. Though, I did take some liberties with the suit."

You rolled your eyes, amused. They were such divas, always wanting to look their best. But you weren't complaining, they were incredibly sexy.

Elijah was the first to move, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you. He captured your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. His hands moved over your body, gently squeezing your breasts before ripping your costume open. You gasped, and then moaned as his mouth moved down, trailing kisses along your exposed chest.

"Cheap satin, mass produced garbage," he muttered, tossing the shredded fabric to the side.

You laughed, but your laugh turned into a moan as his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking gently. His hands slid over your hips, squeezing possessively.

You arched into him, your fingers tangling in his hair. He was rough, but not too rough, and you could feel the heat building between your legs.

You felt the bed dip, and then Klaus was kneeling next to you, his cock already hard and throbbing. You reached out, wrapping your hand around his length and giving him a slow, firm stroke.

"That's it, love," he groaned, his hips jerking forward.

Elijah chuckled, nipping at your neck. "Impatient as ever, Niklaus."

Klaus glared at him, his eyes flashing gold. "And you're not, Elijah? Look at you, rutting against her like a bloody animal."

Elijah pulled back, a smirk on his face. "Touché."

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head. The tension between the two of them was palpable, but you couldn't bring yourself to mind. It was thrilling, being the focus of their attention.

You quickly shut Klaus up by leaning forward and taking him into your mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hand tangling in your hair.

You swirled your tongue around the head, and then bobbed down his shaft, taking him in as deep as you could. Enjoying the low moans you pulled from him.

Elijah kissed and nipped his way down your body, settling between your legs. He spread your thighs, and you whimpered as he ran his tongue along your slit, the sensation making your toes curl.

You knew they would be good in bed, but this was... beyond your wildest imagination. The way they worked in sync, almost competing for your attention, left you breathless. It was exhilarating, and you couldn’t help but revel in the pleasure they both brought you.

Elijah's tongue danced over your clit, his skillful movements driving you wild as he circled and dipped inside you. You moaned around Klaus's cock, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure building within you.

“Fuck, love. Your mouth feels incredible,” Klaus groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he thrust forward. 

You tightened your lips around him, feeling the heat radiating from both men. Elijah’s grip on your hips was firm, holding you still as he devoured you. The pressure inside you mounted, a delicious tension just out of reach. Your thighs squeezed his head, and you caught a glimpse of his smirk through the haze of pleasure.

Klaus was groaning and cursing, his thrusts becoming erratic. You knew he was close, and the thought made your core ache. With a final, fervent moan around Klaus's length, he spilled himself down your throat, a deep growl escaping his lips. You relished the taste, the raw connection of it all.

Elijah pulled away, and you whined at the sudden emptiness, your body craving more of his touch. He grinned, fangs descending, and pressed his lips to the delicate skin of your inner thigh. His bite pierced your skin, and the pain quickly transformed into a rush of pleasure. You could feel him drinking from you, pulling your essence into him, intensifying your arousal.

Your breath caught as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. Climax ripped through you, leaving you trembling and gasping. Elijah pulled away, licking the wound on your thigh clean, then pressed a soft kiss to your skin, his eyes dark with desire. 

“So sweet,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I could drink from you all night.”

Klaus chuckled, tracing a finger along the bite mark. “Now, now, brother. Let’s not be greedy.”

Elijah’s mouth moved higher, trailing kisses along your hip bones and stomach. You could see the dark veins under his eyes, the whites of his eyes now black. He was equal parts beautiful and deadly. You reached down, tracing the veins under his eyes, captivated by the sight.

Klaus smirked, watching your reaction. “Our little human is quite fascinated by our supernatural side.”

“Indeed,” Elijah murmured, his mouth hovering over the curve of your breast. 

“It’s kind of hot,” you said, breathless with a smile.

Elijah grinned, then latched onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. You moaned, arching into him, feeling the tension building again.

Klaus chuckled. “Elijah, I do believe it’s my turn.”

Elijah paused, glancing at him. “Of course.” he muttered, reluctantly pulling away.

Klaus shifted behind you, pulling you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest. “Now, when it comes to you making a decision, it’s all about who’s best, isn’t it?” he whispered in your ear.

You swallowed, eyes fluttering closed as his hand slipped between your thighs, pressing two fingers inside you. “I-I guess,” you stuttered, struggling to focus on his words.

“I’m going to show you why it should be me,” Klaus said, his voice low and husky.

Elijah’s eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. He didn’t like being upstaged, but you couldn’t help but feel amused. They were both so competitive, always trying to prove themselves better than the other.

“Come now, brother. No need to be jealous,” Klaus said, smirking.

Elijah’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m certain I’ll win her favor.”

You giggled, the sound turning into a moan as Klaus curled his fingers, rubbing against your sensitive spot. He pressed a kiss to your neck, nipping at your skin, and you could feel his fangs scraping against you.

Your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin. He groaned, fingers pumping in and out of you, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Elijah watched, gaze intense. You could see the jealousy in his eyes, but there was desire there too. And it turned you on even more.

“Don’t hold back, love,” Klaus murmured, his voice seductive. “Let me hear those sweet sounds.”

Your lips parted, and you couldn’t stop the moans spilling from your mouth. It was overwhelming—the way Klaus touched you, the way Elijah watched. The tension inside you was building, and you knew you were close.

Klaus sank his fangs into your neck, and you cried out, the sensation pushing you over the edge. Your body trembled, waves of pleasure crashing through you. 

Klaus growled, teeth digging deeper, and you could feel him drinking from you. The combination of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, and you found yourself wishing he would never stop.

But eventually, he pulled away, lapping at the bite marks on your neck. You felt lightheaded, a pleasant buzz flowing through your veins.

“Delicious,” he whispered, his voice rough.

Elijah leaned forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He tasted like blood, and you could feel the desperation in his touch.

“Now, now, brother,” Klaus said, amusement lacing his tone. “I didn’t say you could have a turn.”

“Oh, stop,” you chuckled, pushing on Elijah’s chest and turning to face Klaus. Straddling him, you kissed him passionately, then slowly lowered yourself onto his length.

“Bloody hell,” Klaus groaned, his hands gripping your hips.

“You feel so good,” you whispered, biting his lip.

He smirked, thrusting into you. You moaned, throwing your head back, and began to ride him. His fingers dug into your skin, and you knew you’d have bruises later, but you didn’t care.

Elijah pressed himself into your back, licking the bite mark on your neck, sucking more blood from it. You shuddered; the feeling of him behind you combined with Klaus thrusting into you was almost too much.

Klaus’s eyes flashed gold, veins dancing beneath his skin. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his and locking your gaze with his. He looked so damn beautiful, eyes dark with lust, skin flushed.

“Cum for us, sweetheart,” Elijah whispered, breath hot against your ear.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. You cried out, your climax crashing through you as they both watched with rapt attention, intensifying the pleasure.

Your vision blurred, and you felt dizzy. You had no idea how much blood they had taken from you, but it must have been a lot.

“Niklaus,” Elijah warned, voice strained.

“Yes, yes, I know,” Klaus muttered, letting you fall back into Elijah’s arms.

“I’m fine,” you said, breathless. “Just a little dizzy.”

Elijah scooped you up and laid you down, his lips finding yours. “I’m afraid we got a bit carried away,” he said, his expression regretful.

“I’m not complaining,” you replied, giving him a weak smile.

“Here,” he said softly, biting down on his wrist and holding it to your mouth.

You nodded, taking his blood. It was surprisingly sweet, reviving you, clearing the fog from your mind.

“That’s cheating,” Klaus grumbled, pouting.

“We need her in top form for the rest of the night,” Elijah replied, lips twitching with a smile.

You ran your fingers through Elijah’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss as you parted your legs. He smiled, positioning himself between your thighs.

You moaned as he eased into you, filling you completely. His movements were slow and deliberate, and it felt so damn good. You could almost feel the way his blood flowed through you, rejuvenating you.

Elijah’s rhythm was steady, thrusts deep and sure, kissing and nipping at your neck and jaw. You were lost in pleasure, fingers digging into his back.

It didn’t take long for your release to build again, your whole body trembling. Elijah groaned, pace quickening. You felt his body tense, control slipping, and he finally spilled himself inside you.

He kissed you, eyes dark with desire, then pulled out, breathing ragged.

Klaus began to slow clap, a smirk on his face. "Well done, brother."

You couldn't help but laugh, even though you were utterly exhausted. "I guess we're all winners tonight," you said, a sleepy smile on your face.

Elijah chuckled, rolling onto his back and pulling you into his arms. You snuggled against him, feeling safe and warm.

Klaus shifted on the bed, lying beside you and pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "So... who do you choose?"

"Both," you replied, not even having to think about it.

"Afraid that's not an option," Elijah murmured, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your arm.

"And why not?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because," Klaus said, his hand sliding over your hip, "we need to know who the victor is."

You rolled your eyes, knowing this was just another game to them. "Fine. Elijah, then."

"Ha!" Elijah exclaimed, looking smug.

"Actually... No. Klaus," you said, turning your head and smirking at him.

"Don't lie to make him feel better," Elijah said, a teasing tone to his voice.

You giggled, unable to keep a straight face.

"You're not going to make a choice, are you?" Klaus asked, his tone amused.

"Nope," you replied, grinning. "Also, you both owe me a costume,"

They exchanged a look, and then turned back to you, their eyes glinting with mischief.

"We can arrange that," Klaus said, his lips curving into a wicked grin.

"And perhaps," Elijah added, his tone suggestive, "you could wear it for us."

You smirked, your pulse racing at the thought. "Oh yeah? What would you have me dress up as?"

"Hmm," Klaus murmured, his hand trailing over your hip. "How about a naughty nurse?"

Elijah raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Or a sexy librarian?"

You giggled, enjoying their suggestions. "Perhaps a French maid," you said, giving them a flirty smile.

"I think we could work with that," Klaus said, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Agreed," Elijah replied, his expression mirroring his brother's.

You sighed, smiling contentedly. "I love Halloween,"

Below, the sounds of the party continued, music and laughter drifting up to you. But the three of you remained locked away in your own private world, enjoying each other's company, and the promise of what was to come.

{<- kinktober masterlist}

[rae-writes]

An Angel?

om demons x reader (+Simeon, Solomon, Mephi, Raph)

wc : 2.k

warnings : more simping bois, more humor, a lot more sprinkles of suggestive comments

synopsis : a deviltok trend has the boys on their knees for you, part two: electric boogaloo

a/n : for the record, Luke was in the room while Mc was making it, cheering them on, doing his cute little “Waahhh!” // idea brought to me by the lovely [your-next-daydream]​ // AND, as usual, let’s not talk about how ridiculously long this took me to finish ahaha rip me-

demon ver. 

<Simeon> Mc looks rather...heavenly, don’t you agree? 

[attachment sent] 

Intrigued, he wasted no time in clicking on the file, grinning when he realized it was one of your deviltoks. Decked out in your RAD uniform, you sat in a chair with your hands clasped together. 

“Who are you?” 

Smoothly, almost as if you were floating, you stood and took a few steps towards the camera with a rather shy smile. 

“An angel.” 

You bowed ever so slightly, flitting your gaze to the floor. 

“What’s your name?”

You spun suddenly, sending your red accessory swooshing in front of the camera, covering everything from view. 

“Michael.”

As fast as the transition happened, it ended; the view was cleared to reveal you— angelic down to a T and beautiful wasn’t even enough to describe you. 

You were adorned with sheer, white clothing that was loose and flowy, probably swaying due to a fan that was off camera. Light blue accents were scattered here and there- including an extension piece in your hair of the same color. Sparkling gold accessories glinted under the light, but not as much as the halo that hovered above your head. It was a gorgeous molten gold tint, partly transparent with glitter floating around inside (with a few cracks decorating the outside of it). It only brought attention to the snowy wings spanning out behind you, flecks of iridescent scattered amongst the feathers. 

[9 people saved a video attachment]

Lucifer

Ah. Yes. He’s not combusting on the inside, not at all. 

*insert internal screaming*

Ahem. Now that his jaw has been picked up off the floor, he is immediately wondering how the fuck Simeon of all people got access to the video before him

Don’t get him wrong though, he is on the way right now- leave the door open, Mc

He has to put his marks all over your body to get rid of the fact that you looked that pretty while using Michael’s name

Possessive urges aside, please keep the outfit on

Does not care if you’re dressed up like an Angel, he will gladly corrupt you

In fact, he wants to corrupt you- let him see that pact mark of his while you look so angelic, yeah?

might be into role playing it if you’d like

Mammon

Blinks a couple times before looking around slowly; poor boy really thought he’d been yeeted back to the celestial realm for a minute there

It’s all quiet before suddenly everyone in the house (and probably outside) hears “HOLY FUCK WHAT”

You never cease to amaze him, by the devils, is he in love 

The blush on his face- if he was anything other than a demon- would look severely concerning. Like no, it’s not a red beacon of light, it’s just him coming through the halls

Is creepin outside ya door practically on his knees. Please let him in. His greed is flared and you’re the only cure even if you’re also the reason

He is dying to have a diy photo shoot of the two of you in your angel fit

Step on him. Do it- it’s the perfect angle, the shot comes out beautifully and he is putting it right in his wallet once it’s developed 

Will step on you in return if you ask

You’ll let him kiss all over your body, wontcha, Mc? (he’ll even be gentle with his fangs when he nibbles around that golden necklace you’ve got on)

Levi

*cue his very nervous yet giddy laughter*

This is just like that anime he saw last week called ‘Help! My human s/o just turned into an Angel but I’m a demon and actually kind of into this?!” 

Seriously though, you look so beautiful, Levi was immediately down in the floor with his face covered and tail wagging 

Please allow 3-4 business months before he can recover 

Jk lol he’s hovering in your doorway before you you can even click on his contact

Shyly asks if he can touch your halo and wings (and ends up with his tail wrapped around you, knocking you side to side because it’s still attempting to wag) 

Unlike the eldest brother, Levi practically begs you to roleplay this with him and have a cosplay photoshoot 

Will shamelessly keep you to himself for the rest of the day and hiss at everyone who gets too close 

Please sit on him and call him mean names while also holding him sweetly 

Satan

Sign him tf up- he’s got a pen at the ready 

Irony aside, Satan thinks you look absolutely stunning— straight out of a fairy tale 

Irony not aside, Satan is actually so into this and craves to play it out with you

He was never an Angel to begin with, he was born a demon; just thinking about making your ivory wings turn black makes him excited 

Satan understands it’s just a simple spell you’ve casted so he won’t get too out of sorts (but if you like it, then what’s the harm?) 

Wants to read a forbidden love trope book and maybe act out some of the scenes while you’re still dressed like that 

The hopeless romantic in him is front and center the entire time

If you think he’s gonna let you go now, you’re sorely mistaken— let his brothers try and take you away 

He’s got tons of scenarios to act out if you can handle him 

Asmo

That weird high pitched sound you hear from across the house that should be something only dogs can hear? Yeah that’s Asmo squealing

Posting your video EVERYWHERE bc everyone needs to see how fucking gorgeous you look 

You can hear his footsteps from a mile away as he hurries to your room 

He MUST see your outfit in person ASAP

Azzy. Is. So. Fucking. Down. For. This. Shit. He thinks he’s dreamed about this once actually  

Please let him just examine every inch of you, he’s begging

Once again his camera is out and ready for a photoshoot and his demon form is out right alongside it 

He will be keeping you for the next 24-48 hours thanks

Beel

Choked. Again. 

Don’t be alarmed by the loud rumbling sound— it’s not Beel’s stomach for once, but instead a growl

He didn’t mean to make that sound but you just look so— and he just— and you— and and— A a a A A 

Has that cute little blush plastered over his face all. day. 

Might be tempted- or actually try- to take a bite out of your halo or something else ifykyk

Rewatches the video at least ten times because you're just. Wow. Wow. W O W. 

Is now in the mood to eat some celestial realm food with you 

though his appetite is half for food and half for you 

Pls don’t mind his staring or the way he’s probably drooling a bit, he can’t help it :(

Belphie 

“...wait, what?”

Lays there staring at the ceiling for a moment bc PHEW you got him sweating and he hasn’t even moved yet-

Manages a straight face all the way until he enters your room and sees the outfits in person

To which he is, once again, dropping right at your feet with a look of ‘PLEASE’

He needs a whole ass minute or two to catch his breath from how fucking gorgeous you look and then he needs another whole ass minute or two to scan you over again

Please sit on him

Is uncharacteristically stuttering through every sentence— how can he possibly concentrate on stupid words in these [amazing] conditions?!

Gatekeeping you AGAIN

Underneath you the entire. time. 

Barbatos

*windows shutdown* 

*windows restart*

…aaand we’re back ladies and gentlemen and every cool dude in between but Barbatos is still fucking astonished— absolutely flabbergasted at how badly he’s got it for you

He dropped everything he was carrying in that moment and swiftly picked it back up, hoping no one saw

Diavolo saw. He recorded the entire thing and sent it to you, zooming in on Barbatos’ blush

There’s just something primal in him that makes him want to sink his teeth into you and coil his tail around your body so that you won’t be able to go anywhere else until he lets you

Everyone be damned, Barb will be having you to himself for the entire night

Will also run his fingers along the faux wings and halo before he absolutely ruins you until the magic dissipates

He is…totally normal about the entire thing..

Diavolo

His father help him— Diavolo is so incredibly thankful for the exchange program

Is OUT of the castle at mach speed before Barbatos can even say otherwise

And then he’s speeding right back and summoning you to him instead so he can have you to himself

Mans is kneeling at your fucking feet the second he lays eyes on you

And while it isn’t ‘proper’ for someone who wants unity between all three realms to want to corrupt you— 

—he does. So badly. He thinks he might even beg you for it 

Also wants to take a picture of the two of you with him in his demon form (it’s the it picture for weeks after he posts it)

Cannot stop looking at your halo; please let him touch it

(If you slowly begin altering your wings to bleed black, he’s practically foaming at the mouth—) 

bonus: 

Simeon

*sharp inhale* . . . *yeets halo*

He deadass forgets he’s an Angel himself for a few minutes bc he’s too busy simping fawning over you 

God who?? Like get tf outta the way, beep beep, archangel on a mission comin through 

Is begging as soon as he steps foot through your door. Please, please let him touch you and explore— he should be ashamed with how unabashed he is but fuck look at you 

Will let his own wings out just so you can compare your angels forms (melted on the spot when you brushed your wings against his)

Honestly can’t decide if he wants you to corrupt him or if he wants to corrupt you…or both at the same time

He’s not sharing you. Not now. Not like this. 

You may look like an angel, and he may be an angel, but he won’t treat you like one tonight 

If you do the fancy trick of letting your wings turn black, he’s completely bowing down to whatever you wish right then and there 

Solomon

Kinda forgot he was immortal for a split second and wondered if he’d either died or accidentally traveled to the celestial realm

Gains his bearings rather quickly, but the hold you have on him is still very much there

And he’d like you to have a hold around his throat— what? Who said that??

His pretty little blush where he averts his eyes all nervously? YEAH THAT

He’s taken aback for a couple moments before his usual shit eating grin comes back but that blush? Still there. 

Backs you against a wall, in a corner, and let’s his hands roam with a small laugh, quietly asking how you manage to make him lose composure so easily 

Is so soft and sweet for a minute before his eyes darken and that SEXY smirk crawls onto his face

Plucks that halo right from above your head and tosses it behind his shoulder because how could he possibly do what he has planned if you’re an angel?

Makes your wings bloom black himself (and challenges how long you can handle him)

extra little bonus: 

Mephisto 

Simply raises a brow and wonders why the hell his body got so hot all the sudden 

Ignores the video for a couple hours until he realizes he can’t stop fucking thinking about it 

Promptly decides he’s going to go straight to you and demand how dare you invade his thoughts like this 

And then promptly decides he’d rather just revert to using his hands instead when the sight of you makes his mouth dry and water at the same time

Will take it upon himself, right then, to corrupt you

Because there’s no way in the seven rings of hell he’s letting you switch sides and he’ll break the magic you’re using as proof

After though *cough cough* he will bashfully tell you how gorgeous you looked…

Raphael

Let me tell you, mans was not ready 

Like if you’ve seen the video of the person with a stacked ass on the stretcher being carried by and the news reporter’s face afterwards, that’s Raphael. 

Luke takes a picture of his expression and makes a meme

Won’t address it until the very next day, stiffly telling you that your outfit was very pleasing to the eye (he thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous, okay, he’s just struggling)

If you offer to show him in person, he is ascending right back home. Won’t deny, though. Like please do. 

In awe for the whole experience 

And blushes an alluring deep shade if you show him some ‘corruption’ tricks you have up your sleeve

[goopyedgay]

so I asked a long time ago if you wanted me to talk a little about my ocs story so here we go, part 1?

JEROME "FUZZ" CROSS

Age: 24

status: alive (unfortunately)

Height: 1.84

Birthday: October 31th

Occupation: Witch hunter

Species: Human?

Jerome is a witch hunter from the prestigious "Cross" family, although he does not live up to his last name, as he is better known for his poor performance in his job and in short he is the clown among hunters (and the witches lol)

Being the youngest son of three children of Elliot and Helena Cross, he has very few poor pleasant memories about his family, with the exception of his father for whom he has great admiration and respect, although he has not seen him since he was little due to strange circumstances, and being raised since then exclusively by an old friend of his father, Frank Rowyer.

Fuzz aims to be the best witch hunter of all time, to not only earn the admiration of the hunters who constantly make fun of him, but also his family (especially his mother), and humiliate his older brother. So he decides to go after a powerful witch named Maria, the leader of a coven of witches known as the Coven of the Three Moons. Although he hasn't had much success in capturing her, he won't give up until he captures her and all the witches once and for all.

FRANK ROWYER

Age: 56

Height: 1.90

Status: Alive

Birthday: January 28th

Occupation: Hunter

Species: Human

Frank Rowyer is a hunter not only of witches, but also of supernatural creatures that lurk in the darkness and especially in the forests. He actually never thought he would end up like this, before being a hunter he was an ordinary guy being a single father of a little girl, but he was forced to join the hunters after discovering something he shouldn't have seen.

Seeing his life in danger, and of her daughter as well, he decided that the best thing for her was to leave her in a better place away from him, leaving her in an orphanage, feeling a lot of remorse until now. It wasn't long before he was given the task (and a favor) by his friend Elliot Cross, to take care of his son Jerome Cross, found a way to deal with the loss of his daughter, now in the care of a young child. that despite not showing it, he sees him as a son, and will do everything in his power to protect him, not only from danger, but also from himself and his stupidity.

JULIET "JU"

Age: 18

Status: Alive

Height: 1.56

Birthday: March 17th

Occupation: -

Species: Hybrid

Juliet is a hybrid, a human-animal creature, the product of an ancient curse, in her case being a coyote. Hybrids are one of the few creatures with which humans have managed to "coexist", although that does not eliminate the constant discrimination and fear that people have. Ju's parents died when she was very young, forced to wander the streets, receiving different treatment from humans, some good and others bad. Until Fuzz and Frank found her, and Fuzz's multiple pleas made Frank relent in order for Ju to join the team, Ju's heightened senses come in handy in detecting various anomalies.

CARRIE

Age: 26

Status: Alive

Height: 1.70

Birthday: May 19th

Occupation: -

Species: Witch - Hybrid

Carrie is a witch and rattlesnake hybrid, and the newest member of Fuzz's team. She never knew her parents and she was found by witches in the forest, being adopted fand becoming part of her coven, curiously, the coven of the three moons, the same place where she met Maria.

She had a "decent" childhood as far as possible, despite the constant ridicule and rejection of the other apprentices for her condition as her hybrid, in addition to the danger posed by the poison from her fangs. After a series of rather tragic and disastrous events, she was exiled from the coven at the young age of 15, and was forced to live as a snake for the rest of her life, or at least until she met Fuzz and his friends.

Carrie was seriously injured after an attack by some witches, on the verge of death, Fuzz gave her two options, end her life or join him, Carrie obviously chose to join him. Being the small light of hope for Fuzz in his plan to capture María and her coven, since when he find out of Carrie's old connection with them he decides to use that to his advantage. Carrie doesn't care, she has a big grudge against witches, and especially Maria.

Also, Ju and Carrie do not have an exact occupation, since legally they don't officially work as hunters for obvious reasons-

Well that was all, it was just a small sample of the story I'm doing with my characters, if you want to know more about it please let me know, thank u for reading this ^^

[piscespetals]

summary: in which sevika becomes your roommate. read part one here

content: fluff, angst, lesbian disaster

word count: 4k

sorry for the long wait! i've been very ill and it's taken a long while to recover since i'm immunocompromised. let me know your thoughts!

Chapter Two

Sevika is right...

Her friends are nice. 

The first time that you meet them is two weeks after she moves in.

She tells you that she initially, “Just wants to show them the place.”

She asks if you’re okay with that.

“Of course,” You respond, taken aback by the question.

You have a feeling that Sevika will do that often–ask for your permission, that is.

A part of you is flattered that she respects you so much to do so.

When they arrive, there’s two of them. One is a short heavy set woman with a buzz cut and gauges. She has striking cheekbones and smells nice. Her name is Hazel.

The other is a burly man, maybe ten years your senior, with a greying beard and ash brown hair. He wears clunky boots, something that you notice about him immediately and his name is Vander.

Hazel hugs you upon introduction. She has a tattoo on her neck in red ink; a viper with its fangs bared. The sight catches your breath. Instantly, you decide that you like her.

The four of you make your way throughout the flat. It’s easy to laugh along to Vander’s terribly corny puns and Hazel’s witty side-remarks. Sevika is the tamer one of the trio, which is not something you had expected, yet makes sense nonetheless.

When you all have made your way to the living room, the setting sun shines through the blinds of the patio door. It must be closer to dusk–a time of day that you often enjoy.

Your stomach grumbles and your nerves have settled to near nonexistence. With a sense of ease, you turn to Vander and Hazel and ask, “Would you two like to stay for dinner?”

You can tell that your offer shocks them. The original plan was for their visit to be short. At least, that’s what Sevika has assured you of. But you didn’t seem to mind their company for a few hours more. 

“We’d love to!” Vander replies, without hesitation.

When you glance towards Sevika, she’s peering at you with bright sparkling irises. A slow smile creeps onto her face, one that displays her pearly whites and gap. A buzz of exhilaration shoots through you. She winks, a small notion that somehow manages to speak a thousand words.

Your veins nearly explode. 

Your teeth gnaw on the inside of your cheek, as you struggle to contain yourself from bursting into a shit-eating grin.

There’s a routine to you and Sevika’s livelihood.

She usually cooks the meals. You do your best to clean the house afterwards. Though you're not much of a cleaner, Sevika’s presence seems to make you want to do so. She’s particular about her living space. She likes everything tidy and organized; two words that you weren’t very familiar with before meeting her. But she somehow makes those traits easy for you to adopt. 

She likes to grocery shop. You don’t take kindly to those sorts of errands; that was a chore that Mel used to happily complete. But now, it’s been delegated to Sevika.

When she arrives back home from the store, you meet her in the parking lot. She always looks mighty and powerful when she pulls up in her shiny black truck. 

And it feels natural when she regards you with a warm grin, climbing out of her ridiculous vehicle with ease. You never fail to smile in return. Because smiling around her is the easiest thing to do–nearly as easy as breathing. 

She slips a few bags of groceries into your arms–which always seem to be the lightest loads–while she grabs the heavier items. And the both of you walk back to the apartment, glued at the hip, chatting about everything that comes to mind. Or, on some days, nothing at all.

Conversation is never a necessity around Sevika.

Her presence is, invariably, more than enough.

Sevika has a girlfriend. 

It’s brought to your attention a month after she moves in. One day, Sevika asks you if her girlfriend can stay the night. “Is that okay with you?” She mutters, during the early hours of the morning.

You were aware that she had started seeing someone, but you didn’t think it was so… serious. 

Not serious enough for her to want the woman to sleep over. Not serious enough for her to ask your permission.

“If it’s not,” She adds. “I completely get it.” 

She wants to know if you’re okay with that idea. Oddly enough, the fact that she’s merely asking for permission is a gesture that spreads warmth inside of your chest. 

But there’s also a much stronger emotion that washes over you. For some reason, your instinctive reflex is to wrinkle your nose. You catch yourself trying to cloak that reaction by diving your nose into your mug and taking a hearty gulp of your tea. The liquid burns your throat.

After you swallow, you turn your back towards her, expressing a sudden interest in the toast she’s made you. Suddenly, you aren’t as woo’d by her request to make you breakfast. Did she butter your toast because she wanted to? Or because she was trying to lift your spirits, in hopes that you’d be okay with meeting her girlfriend? 

Your mouth sours. “Why would it bother me?” Your voice is hoarse from lack of usage. “You’re a grown woman. You can have anyone over that you’d like. I’m not like,” You clear your throat. “Your mother or anything.” Then you shove a piece of warm buttery toast into your mouth. You aren’t the type to eat toast on a daily basis, but since she’s moved in, you have. You hate how much she makes you love it. “Plus, you're on the lease. So this is your place too. You don’t have to ask me for permission.”

She hesitates before replying, “It's the polite thing to do.”

You roll your eyes.

Polite this and polite that.

Sevika’s always being polite with you, even when you don’t ask her to. Even when you don’t feel like you deserve it.

Even when you’re being anything but polite to her.

You hate that about her. She makes your muscles relax and your toes simultaneously curl. She makes your heart leap whilst somehow causing your breathing to even. She makes you feel like a walking contradiction. She makes you…

She makes you–

“She’s your girlfriend, Sev.” You don’t mean to seem disgruntled when you say this. But somehow–you just are. “If you want her to be here, let her be here.”

You grab your mug then your plate of toast, and head to your room.

“Thanks for breakfast!” You force yourself to sound chirpier. It’s an attempt to smooth things over, because you feel bad for being grumpy, even if you don’t have the emotional intelligence to actually correct it.

She doesn’t reply and she doesn’t follow after you.

You shut your bedroom door with a sigh. 

You meet Sevika’s girlfriend later that night. It’s brief. 

You had been eating pizza while watching reruns of The Nanny in the living room. Your mouth was full of crust when Sevika came traipsing through the living room, introducing you to her girlfriend while holding her hand.

“This is Monica,” She said. 

The first thing you noticed was that Monica was pretty. Big chocolate brown eyes, russet brown skin and a leggy figure.

Your chewing came to a halt then, eyes widening in surprise. A part of you wanted to shrink at that moment, due to your faded old tshirt and sweatpants. Monica was the sort of woman that you’d probably find yourself ogling any other day. But today was different, because she was Sevika’s Monica. And that made you feel…weird.

“Your tights are ripped,” Was the only reply you gave, zeroing in on the exposed patch of skin above her knee. It was the only flaw that you could spot at first glance. It was the only thing about her that didn’t make you feel small.

“Oh,” Monica mumbled, gazing down at her leg. “Um, thanks for.. Letting me know?”

Your lips pulled into a toothy grin, “Anytime.”

“Alright, well..” Sevika’s sentence trailed off as she took a few steps toward her room.

“I ordered pizza, by the way!” You called, hoping to keep her there. Just for a few more moments. “It’s from that favorite place of yours on Eastern Avenue.”

Her lips twitched when she peered at you, halting her steps. “You’re the best.”

“I know.”

An awkward drag of silence filtered in.

Suddenly, you were aware of Monica’s presence again. “It was nice meeting you… Melissa, is it?

A laugh track from The Nanny sounded. You don’t remember the TV being so loud.

“Monica.”

“Oh, right.” Your grin widened. “Monica. That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.”

When you tore your gaze away from her, Sevika was grinding her jaw, glowering at you. 

Your teeth clenched through your smile, and it took all of your strength to keep from laughing. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Monica!”

She hummed quietly, seemingly offended. Sevika’s steps quickened. 

Seconds later, her bedroom door slammed shut.

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t bothered by the idea of Sevika having a girlfriend. But it's not for the reasons that someone would assume.

You don’t care that she’s interested in another woman. No, that’s the least of your worries. You totally don’t care about that at all.

She can date whoever she wants to date.

It’s none of your business. Plus, she’s merely your roommate. Nothing more.

What you do care about is the fact that Monica doesn’t seem right for Sevika. Even though you're still trying to figure out why you feel that way—it still rings true to you hours after meeting her.

When you walk into the kitchen every morning, you’re normally met with the sight of Sevika making toast. You greet Sevika, and she talks with you about everything going on in her life. 

It’s a routine that the both of you have made. 

But Monica disrupts that.

It begins with her standing in the kitchen beside Sevika the morning after she sleeps over. And she's eating toast. 

Your toast.

Melodramatic or not, that’s your first straw.

“Hey,” Sevika smiles.

“Morning,” Monica chirps. 

You’re tired, eyes half shut, bonnet nearly slipping off your head and lips chapped. 

You try to muster up enough energy to be genial. 

But that’s disregarded when you see Monica reaching for a burgundy mug with yellow daisies. 

Your favorite mug.

Your eyes widen and your lips part.

“Oh,” Sevika mutters, swiftly grabbing the mug from Monica’s grasp. “That’s not yours.” She sets it down infront of her, before reaching for another mug and holding it towards Monica. It’s one that you rarely use. “This one is.”

Monica blinks owlishly, a little thrown off by Sevika’s quick interjection. But she takes the mug with nimble fingers, muttering, “Thanks.”

When you walk closer towards the island, Sevika tilts her head towards the daisy-ridden cup. It’s tea. “I hope it’s warm enough.” She says.

You’re groggy and still trying to recover from your fatigue. You had a late night. But you do have to admit that Monica’s presence doesn’t help your sour mood.

A part of you is aware that your dislike for Monica isn’t rational. But a bigger part of you doesn’t care.

“You look exhausted.” Sevika says.

You take a swig of tea. She’s made it exactly how you like it. 

“My colleague’s been out of office for a while so,” You sigh. “I’m stuck with the brunt of her work.”

Sevika’s lip tightens. “That doesn’t sound ethical.”

“Probably not. But,” You shrug. “That’s the way it’s going to be for now.”

Another swig of your tea while silence envelops the room.

Monica rests her head against Sevika’s shoulder, nibbling on her toast absentmindedly. You allow your gaze to linger on her for a few moments. She's close to perfect. Clear skin, sleepy doe eyes, pouty lips.

You don't question how she's caught Sevika’s attention. Anyone would be enamored by Monica’s beauty. 

That's something that you can at least acknowledge.

“Toast?” Sevika mutters, pulling you out of your reverie. When you glance at her, she’s waiting with a quizzical stare and quirk of her eyebrow. She's caught you staring and the better half of you feels the need to look rueful. But you settle for a small smile and shake of your head.

“No, I’m alright. I'm going to start some work soon.”

“Already?” Creases form in her forehead.

“Early bird gets the worm.”

You need a distraction. Sevika’s been taking up too much space in your brain lately. Especially since Monica is in the picture.

Work will help you recenter yourself—and it'll be nice to get out of the house. 

“See you later,” Monica interjects. Her voice is much smaller, eyes trailing to you slowly with a tentative grin. 

You find yourself halting, thrown off by her voice. 

For a small, small moment, you had forgotten she was there. 

Your eyes flicker to Sevika, who’s watching you with an incomprehensible expression. She rubs her lips together, creating the smallest craters in her cheeks. Cheeks that look quite soft to touch—to caress.

You blink away those thoughts before they have a chance to plant a seed of other desires into your mind. 

Nodding, you manage to return Monica’s grin, “See you.”

Then you're heading back towards your bedroom.

Sometimes, Monica is with Sevika while she grocery shops.

Those are the instances that you wish, more than ever, you had tagged along with Sevika instead.

Those are the few moments that you feel a sudden desire to embark on errands that you usually hate.

It’s been a little over a month since you’ve met Monica, and Sevika certainly didn't wait long until she started having her way with the girl.

It’s not like Sevika isn't allowed to have sex. You should have known this would happen at some point. This is her home too. And she’s an adult. She can do whatever she wants in her room—with whoever she wants.

But it starts to become an issue when you hear it.

Initially, it makes you laugh a little. Sure, it’s a little uncomfortable and causes your stomach to knot in a nauseating way, but it’s also fairly comical. The night begins with you relaxing in your room, watching a Julia Roberts rom-com on your television, while eating a bowl of ice cream. A loud knocking noise erupts halfway through the movie, and is what makes you pause your movie.

Then, fervorous cries are heard seconds later.

“Fucking unbelievable,” You mutter, jaw falling slack. 

You listen for a few moments while ice cream drips onto your cleavage. Then you frown at the sound of Monica wailing, passionately, “Oh Vika!” Which is followed by, “Oh my god. You're so good..Too good.”

Those words, within itself, are traumatic enough for you to press play on your remote and raise the television volume up to a thundering 40 decibels.

The next morning, when Monica is long gone, you sit in the living room with Sevika. She’s going over tattoo designs in her sketchbook, looking completely domestic in a pair of grey cotton sweats and a baby blue crewneck. You hate how enamored you are by the beauty of her brown skin, and how it seems to pair perfectly with the color of her sweatshirt. 

Liza Manelli sings before you on the television screen—surely a choice of yours rather than Sevika. But your roommate always seems to be content with whatever you put on.

It's only when she glances up from her sketchbook, catching you mid-stare, when she truly looks at you for the first time that day. She’s been absent minded for the majority of the evening.

She sends you a smile, “Hi.” She addresses genially.

“Hey,” You swallow. 

Then you take this opportunity as a cue to begin your complaint about the previous night. She’s in a good mood right now, and it’s better to hash it out sooner rather than later. 

Sevika listens intently. And when you're done, she nods, presses her lips into a firm line before apologizing earnestly.

Of course, you accept her apology right away. 

“All is well,” You respond.

Then, without more than a beat that passes, you find yourself adding, “Besides, from what I heard, it must have been worth it. You're too good, apparently.”

Sevika lips part, eyes darting to you with traces of shock. “Oh my god.”

“I mean,” A slow smile stretches across your face. “You're far, far too good.”

She groans. “I hate you.”

“Oh, Vika!” You mock, hand flying to your heart. You present your best impression of an impassioned Monica, voice lilting up to the same squeaky resonance as hers. “You're just…too-”

“Jesus. Shut up.”

You laugh because it's easier to laugh about it. At least when you do so, you aren't allowing yourself to focus on the nagging lump at the back of your throat.

Seconds pass before Sevika’s laughter joins you.

The next time Monica sleeps over is three days later. You find the pair slipping into the apartment late at night, hand-in-hand, while they steal quick kisses from each other. You're sitting in the dining room, watching it all unfold with a mug of tea in your hand.

“Fancy some tea?” You ask.

Monica screeches, jumping away from Sevika as her hand flies to her chest.

Your roommate halts her movements, turning towards you with a snap of her neck and a string of colorful words.

The lights flicker on.

“What the fuck?” Sevika grumbles.

“Sorry. I shouldn't have interrupted,” You raise your mug. “No need to stop on my account! I’ll head back to my ro-”

Deep lines etch into Sevika’s forehead. An incredulous expression paints her features. She shakes her head, almost out of pure disbelief. “Why the hell are you sitting in the dark?” Her grey irises flash with a hint of annoyance.

In all honesty, you had been scrolling through Facebook on your phone and must have lost track of time. You were having trouble sleeping again and your usual habit of music playing wasn't helping. So you decided to make yourself a cup of tea.

It’s past midnight; a time that Sevika is rarely out. If she does stay out this late, it’s because she's spending the night at Monica’s residence. You hadn't exactly expected either one of them to come walking through the door. But since they have, you might as well pick some fun.

You clench your teeth through a smile, trying your hardest to suppress your laughter. “So, I’m guessing that’s a no?” You clarify. “...To the tea?” 

Monica seems to be coming down from her fright, staring at you with furrowing eyebrows and a frown. Sevika rolls her lips into her mouth, placing both hands on her hips as she gazes down at the floor and leans onto her heels. You can tell that you're trying her patience. You’ve been doing a lot of that lately.

From your articles of clothing laying around the house to the sound of your music playing late into the night—you've really been testing her. It’s something that you’ve found yourself doing ever since you overheard her and Monica having sex. An act of rebellion? Sure. Immaturity? Most definitely.

No matter how much you try to talk some sense into yourself, nothing can really dissolve the feelings that you have towards that night.

It’s affecting you deeper than you currently understand.

“You have a little something right…here,” You say, raising your hand to the corner of your mouth. Your observation is directed towards Monica, and she mirrors your actions, wiping away at her smudged lipstick. “Oh, you almost got it. Sev, why don't you help the poor girl out?”

Sevika hardens her gaze at you, a warning that you should probably heed.

A warning that you, instead, disregard.

Standing up, you grab your mug and add, “Last call for tea? Going once?” 

Monica lets out a bitter chuckle, peering at you under her lids before muttering something under her breath. She shakes her head, directing her attention to her nail beds.

“Twice?” You turn towards Sevika, who remains unamused. “Well, you can't say I didn't offer.”

You're not sure why that exactly makes Sevika snap.

Any other day, she'd happily say yes.

But tonight, you’ve seemed to provoke her.

Instead of being met with her charming smile, you're inflicted with the sight of steel eyes and hard lines. 

“May I speak with you for a moment?” She doesn't wait for you to respond, instead, turning on her heels and walking towards the living room.

You follow after her, without so much as a glance towards Monica. 

“What is it?” You ask, the moment that you step into the kitchen. You're barely able to get the question out before Sevika flips around, nearly knocking straight into you. 

You stumble backwards, attempting to regain your balance, as your head tilts back to meet her gaze.

There’s something about the way that Sevika towers over you that makes you feel emotions you’ve never experienced before.

You generally don't like to be around people who diminish you; who make you feel small. Despite the obvious height difference, Sevika’s never been the type of woman who’s made you feel like that—even with all of your insecurities considered.

But even in that moment, it’s almost as if she could swallow you whole.

As if she could consume you.

Even with all of her fiery anger considered… 

Even with—

“What's your problem?” Her question comes out cold and harsh. 

It takes a lot of effort for you to not flinch. You aren't used to her having such an attitude with you—this is something completely new.

“My problem?” Your response is akin to someone being deeply insulted. You don't even try to hide your anger. “Am I not allowed to enjoy some tea in my dining room, for Christ’s sa-”

“That's not what I’m talking about and you know it.”

“I don't know what else you could be referring to.” Your arms fold across your chest while your wall of defense grows a foot taller. “Is it because I scared you? Scared her? I didn't think you’d be home. I assumed you would be at her place.”

“Why are you acting like this?”

Your lips purse as you roll your eyes. “...Don't know what you're talking about.”

“It's not like I haven't noticed it—she notices it. The way that you are around her…” Sevika tilts her head. “Are you trying to scare her away? Do you not like her? Because if so, I’d suggest that you say whatever the hell you need to say instead of acting like a teenager.”

Her breath mingles with yours, eyes flickering over your face with urgency. Looking. Searching for something.

Then she’s pulling away, putting space between the both of you as she leans against the kitchen island. 

Her attention diverts to the surface of the countertop, shoulders heaving as she tries to catch her breath. 

Although you probably asked for it, the effect of her words still land on your heartstrings, tugging painfully. Your ears ring and your gut twists. 

“I ran out of my ambien.” You announce, voice taut. “So if you fuck her tonight, will you be a dear and do so quietly?”

You set your mug in the sink, but with more strength than you intend, so it falls over with a loud clatter. Out of the corner of your eye, Sevika startles at the sound.

When you walk past her, her hand that is closest to you twitches. Then it moves, as if she’s reaching to stop you, but you're already swatting her away.

“Don't,” You say, just loud enough for her to hear.

Her hand falls. She concedes. A low curse slips from her mouth, but you don't stay around long enough to address it. 

Instead, the apartment remains silent for a few breaths as you slip back into your bedroom and ignore the cruel echo of regret.

[billy-royalton]

okay fine fine i'll take the silly karate show seriously for a second.

i have spent most of the day talking about what i liked about it because, well, there was a lot i did like. remember, the bar wasn't just on the floor. it was buried in mariana's trench. but to say it exceeded my expectations is still an understatement. i really did like it.

putting this under a cut. spoiler warning obv. (also me talking in stream of consciousness.)

as for criticisms, yeah i have some. the first being the same one everyone else has: there were almost no johnny & robby moments. robby beats miguel for captain and johnny chooses to comfort miguel for his loss. he gives them both the exact same speech before they fight. literally word for word. now, sure, we can imagine their relationship is still pretty fraught but this would have been a good opportunity for johnny to show how proud he is of robby and instead we got...nothing. huh. okay then.

the next would be tory. i cannot fucking fathom why they set up this friendship between sam and tory and everyone only for NONE OF HER FRIENDS to comfort her or go to her when her fucking mom dies. (on a positive note, that episode won the whole season for me. more on that later.) obviously the idea is to set up tory running straight into kreese's arms but also we could have had that set up and still shown some fucking sympathy for her. (another positive: peyton list can act her ass off.) it felt out of character for all of them. sam spends all of the third episode befriending tory. they have that million minute hug. what do you mean sam didn't run after her and instead just accepted her captain position?

also. samtory. i kinda wish they dragged it out just a little longer. especially considering what transpires in ep. 5 (or doesn't?)

devon and kenny. what devon did to kenny was fucked up and just. wow not okay. i didn't like it. i didn't find it funny. again, it's a set up for conflict between kenny and anthony but 1. is that really necessary at this point? and 2. why THAT? it was cruel and unnecessary. devon trained for like 6 weeks she's not as good as the others use that as a character development tool instead of her cheating to win. i liked devon when she was introduced. i don't know if i like her at all now. she came off as petulant and entitled and it left me feeling so disappointed in her.

and the miyagi secret. look, i think it's ridiculous that they added this plotline in the first place but besides that, what exactly did we learn? he may have robbed a guy and he was a boxer? and he fought in the sekai talkai? (that part might be intersting let's see where that goes.) it just didn't really land for me personally. we could probably do without it entirely and the season wouldn't change.

okay some positives now. guess what they're almost all about johnny i'm not even sorry if you're following me you should be expecting this from me.

from the fucking beginning we get to see some actual growth from him. the whole naming the dojo thing in previous seasons would have been the cause for the dojo divorce but johnny and daniel both handled it so well and so mature i could cry.

the fact that they made him a car salesman and not like a mechanic or a janitor was also great. i feel like this season they really gave johnny some positive pride in himself. the way he talks about eagle fang and how he built it himself. how he learns from chozen when they go house hunting. and him being a GOOD car salesman not just pretending to do it for laughs. i loved that. i loved it so fucking much. that's what i want to see going forward. to that end, they finally eased up on the "johnny is a moron" shtick. thank god. because he's actually not a moron, he's not a complete idiot he has thoughtful ideas and can create lesson plans that have deeper meanings and all of that is innate in his character and should be played up more rather than "here's the himbo from the 80s who doesn't know what pandora's box is or how public parks work."

episode 5 really nailed it for me. tory's grief is palpable. her fighting through it literally is beautiful to me. and yes, YES, it was the right thing to do to stop the fight okay i'm not saying they shouldn't have. but what we get out of that is a real and emotional and RAW fight between daniel and johnny. not about fighting styles or who has the better dojo. they are both coming at this situation from their own trauma and past and johnny explains that (bonus points for the laura mention THANK YOU WRITERS) and daniel isn't hearing him so he goes for the jugular and daniel reacts in the MOST DANIEL LARUSSO WAY I HAVE SEEN SINCE SEASON 3. he punches johnny right there and doesn't hold back even if you can see the regret on his face a moment later. and johnny -- the GROWTH is in the way he doesn't react. he doesn't punch back. it's a real fucking moment for the two of them. we aren't talking about defense vs. offense. we're talking about GRIEF and all of johnny's bottled rage about feeling sidelined by daniel this whole time (which has been sort of daniel's default stage for the last few seasons) comes spilling over the top and it was such a good moment of catharsis i will be thinking about it forever.

there were other things i liked: johnny leaning into his girl dad-ness, the fights (always the fights!!), the return of shawn, sleeveless gi my beloved, johnny prom king confirmation (never ever getting over it). but these were the stand out moments for me on my first watch.

and look. these were the first FIVE of FIFTEEN episodes for this season. a lot of y'all are acting like this is the whole thing when this is literally just the beginning. so i understand what you're saying about what the show lacked but it's not like they're ending it here. we have ten more episodes to go let's hope they continue the trajectory they're on in the next drop.

TL/DR: I LIKED IT A LOT.

[theficpusher]

Soul by roaroftheninth | T | 4772 Liam tosses a grin back over his shoulder. “What are you going to do when I’ve gone and there’s no one around to drive you round the bend?” Louis’ bike coasts to a stop. It happens so slowly that by the time he’s at a standstill, Liam is far ahead, up by the curve. “I’ll forget.” Liam stops much more quickly. They’re alone in the dome; their private conversation can be held across thirty feet of open space. “You’ll what?” Louis watches him. “I’ll forget,” he repeats. “Not the way you forget things, when you can’t pinpoint them but you still carry them in your heart. I’ll just have my hard drive wiped.” Or: Louis is the medical android tasked with taking care of Liam in a world after nuclear war.

Will You Still Call Me Superman by el_em_en_oh_pee | T | 6370 When Harry opens his locker, there's a box wrapped in blue tissue paper, wound messily in a skinny white ribbon, just sitting on top of his textbooks. A piece of paper taped to the top of the box readsTo Harry, Happy Christmas! I noticed how you're always chewing on your pencils in class so I thought this might help! -Your Secret Admir Santa xx In which Harry has an overwhelming crush on Liam, the nicest, coolest guy in school, and his friends aren't very supportive of the pain his crush causes him. The jerks.

we speak in tongues and start to teethe by theamazingpeterparker | G | 8856 There’s a moment, a second, where Liam’s eyes are spitting angry. Bright gold and looking like he’s going to tear Louis’s throat out. And then Louis growls low and tightens his grip on Liam’s neck, leaning close enough that he can lay his sharpened canines on the pulse that’s jack-hammering in Liam’s neck. He could kill him. He could at least bite him, sink his fangs into the soft meat where his neck and shoulder meet as a reminder of who’s pack he’s interfering with, whose turf he’s on. It’s the first time that Louis misses it, for a heartbeat, blood flooding his mouth from more than just a scratch in a fight. Enough blood to satiate the full moon buzzing in his ears. Or, werewolf fight club.

FourFiveSeconds from wildin' by apfelhalm | E | 11366 "What about this one? He doesn't look too bad. I could take on, uh," he stops to look at the name, "Liam. I bet I'd stand a chance against Liam." Liam looks fit, well-trained without being too beefy, and perhaps a bit ridiculous, too, with his gold chain and a bandana hanging from his trouser pocket. He also looks fit fit and if this were a normal dating app, Louis would swipe right in a heartbeat. This isn't a normal dating app, though, and Louis has a bet to win. "So? Are you going to pick him or what?" Harry asks, grinning very much like a predatory shark. Or: the one where Louis and Liam meet through a Tinder-style fighting app.

written in my memory by carissima | M | 21646 Liam turns towards the voice. It sounds a bit like Harry, but deeper somehow. Huskier. He blinks carefully as he stares at Harry, who's half-sitting in the window, staring back at him. Or maybe it's not Harry, he thinks dizzily because this boy is taller, much taller than Harry is. He's also got longer hair, tucked back in a bandana, and he's wearing clothes that Harry would never wear; tight skinny black jeans and a loose black tee, silver chains around his neck hanging loose over his chest. Or the one where Liam has amnesia and he struggles to connect with the boys.

Your Lips On Mine by taecheeks | E | 56139 The situation is weird, like really fucking weird. Liam thought maybe he was hallucinating when he first saw Zayn in their apartment, exhausted from work or something. He thinks about Bradford a lot more than he probably should, always eager for the next time he gets to watch him. But when Niall told him about the other new roommate, Zayn, he never in a million years thought it would be him - even when Niall said Zayn was just his type and had silver hair. [Or the one where Zayn is a camboy, who likes to think about the fit mechanic with a liking for leather jackets and scruffy beards from uni during his shows. And Liam, the mechanic, who realizes his new roommate is Bradford, the man with the smooth skin covered in tattoos that Liam watches late at night with a hand wrapped around himself.]

Floating On The Water by scottmcniceass | M | 58206 Liam just wants to get through his last summer working at Malik Resort before University without incident. Of course, life is never that easy, and he ends up getting roped into giving the bosses son, Zayn, swimming lessons. That wouldn't be so bad, if Zayn didn't happen to hate him so much.

Crawling on Your Shores by juliusschmidt | E | 66631 "You're a mechanic?" Liam nods. Harry gives him another long, appraising look. This time it lingers on his hands. "Your nails are clean." The tips of Liam's fingers tingle. "Got laid off a month ago." "Sorry to hear that." Harry smiles, soft and small. ~ Liam is searching for direction, purpose, connection, and, ultimately, himself. Harry is searching for aliens.

Easy As All That (Go Around A Time Or Two) by sunsetmog | E | 84957 Sometimes the hardest part of growing up is figuring out who you are in the first place. Or: The one where Liam and Louis only kiss when they're on nights out, when it's secret, when there's no one around to see them. If no one knows you're having a sexuality crisis, that means it isn't happening, right? Or, or: Liam accidentally turns Louis' world upside down. A high school sixth form AU.

[hersterical]

Being the change I want to see in the world by posting Faith and Angel friendship/sibling headcanons (ignoring the comics cause I’ve never read them and some of the parts of ats that I don’t like):

Barring apocalyptic or other comparable season finale-esque events, Angel would call her in the prison every single week without fail

Faith is embarrassed by this in the same way a teenager is embarrassed when their friends find out that they have parents who love them

Every single one of these phone calls begins with a long, awkward silence as both of these losers struggle to find something to talk about. Eventually these long pauses become comforting to both of them

What they usually end up talking about (other than the progress of Faith’s redemption arc) is Angel venting about the annoying/mildly uncomfortable things he had to do during a job (the guy could literally be stranded in a hell dimension and what he spends the most time talking about is how itchy the clothes were) while Faith keeps him updated on the petty relationship/political drama happening around her like it’s a soap opera

After everything goes down and they have the occasional time to hang out, their time together is almost always spent watching their guilty pleasure chick flicks. Angel prefers the more serious, tragic, tear jerkers while Faith is more into rom-coms. They’ve sworn to never reveal this to anyone ever

A viewing of But I’m a Cheerleader leads to their first in depth discussion of both of their love lives.

Spike worked his way into a movie night once and they ended up watching Rocky Horror Picture Show. Angel refuses to admit that he loves it just as much as the other two did

Angel and Faith occasionally patrol for vamps and other demons at night clubs. On nights with less demonic activity they end up spending a lot of time people watching. Sometimes they’re petty and judgey and sometimes they try to get the other to break by telling the most ridiculous backstory possible while still maintaining a dry delivery

Whenever Faith is traveling she’ll send Angel a postcard. She’ll also occasionally call him. Faith claims to hate all of his worrying and mother-henning but secretly loves it. Angel doesn’t call her because she always forgets to give him her phone number

If Faith goes for more than a month or two with no contact then Angel will contact one of the scoobies so he can be not mad, just disappointed with her for worrying him. He’ll avoid contacting Buffy about Faith because the dynamics between all of them are still kind of weird even though she’s the one most likely to know where Faith is at any time

Angel is unaware that he’s dating both Cordy and Spike until Faith asks him about it

All of Faith’s singing abilities fly out the window whenever she’s hanging out with Angel and his gang

Lorne and Gunn make occasional cracks about how it makes sense that Faith and Angel get along, considering their names. The only ones who find these jokes funny are Lorne, Gunn, and Fred

Eventually Faith begins to show some small signs of aging. The only acknowledgment this receives is a silent, bittersweet smile shared between the two of them because who ever thought that they’d be alive long enough for Faith to show signs of aging? and Angel will never have the chance to grow old

They tend to forget to hold back with each other whenever they spar. This is both a source of concern and entertainment to the different members of the Fang Gang

Angel gets into the habit of fondly messing up Faith’s hair as a sign of affection. In return, Faith punches him in the arm or chest hard enough that no one else, not even a fellow slayer, would consider it to be playful. This is the most reliable way anyone has found to make him laugh

Angel has yet to approve of anyone Faith has dated and will occasionally try to convince her to at least try to ask out Buffy. Those conversations usually end in an impromptu sparring session

They both order huge meals when they go to their favorite 24-hour diner after patrolling or working a case together where Angel will then give Faith all of his food. There’s a demon friendly butcher not too far away that they usually hit up for blood anyway since the owner is still grateful that Angel helped them out one time

They. Are. Siblings.

[calciumcryptid]

I started to read a fan translation of the We Are novel and uh, wow.

Peem curses like a sailor, to the point it is ridiculously funny.

Fai is immensely snarky and crude.

There is a character named Green who dresses in different subculture fashion each day and is fabulously gay. I mourn his loss.

Pun is a protestor???

Pun's thing with penguins in the show is immensely different. Apparently, Pun is studying poetical science because he wants to join real life Thai politician named Penguin Pharit Chiwarak. There is a lot to his political views, but from what I can tell all are positive. I assume this was cut to keep GMMTV apolitical or whatever business sanitized bullshit.

Unlike the show, the core five have split off into their own friend groups and they don't really like each other. :'( For the sake of my sanity, I have chosen to ignore that. :)

Peem describes Q as sent from hell to kill him.

Peem has known Q for eight years, which means Peem has known Q since lower secondary school (middle school I believe?). I infer he has only known Tan, Pun, and Chain for five years.

Apparently, the fine arts faculty treat Peem and Q as husband and wife. Who is who? I don't know. Hilarious though.

(Damn the chapters are long.)

Apparently, Peem is nosy.

The core five call Q 'Dent' due to an accident in science class that caused Q to have permanent faint scarring around his eyebrows.

Pun plots to burn down the dean's house.

The reason Pun wants to burn down the dean's house is because his faculty building isn't wheelchair accessible.

Tan is on board with the plan, and Chain has bail money.

Pun rejects Chain's bail money on the principle he is simply too built different to be arrested.

Peem supports the arson plan.

I imagine if this was the show then Q would come along too as begrudging support. This sounds like the start to a hilarious meet-ugly au where Fang and Phum are the sons of the dean who catch them plotting arson.

Chain is the designated driver.

There is this scene with a weird senior who insists Peem won't find a wife because he is short. Peem looks him dead in the eyes and says 'How do you know that I like women?'.

Novel!Peem is short.

Peem complains about beauty standards a lot.

The last time someone gave Peem shit about his looks, Q beat the shit out of them so Peem dedicates a portion of his life to keeping his discomfort from Q before Q ends up in jail.

A good chunk of the first chapter is dedicated to Q telling Peem to set boundaries, which can only go well when Peem meets Phum.

The only character I can safely say I like more in the novel is Pun, and I mourn Poon not getting to play an unhinged character. So far, the novel is quite fun mainly because Peem's inner monologue is ridiculous and hilarious and completely unhinged.

[anyamaris]

Crimson and Clover

Word Count-4k

Summary-After centuries of boredom, one random encounter changes things. It's just a matter of whether it's for the better or not.

Pairing-Vampire!f!reader x Ateez

Trope-Supernatural AU

Warnings- Vulgarity, mentions of blood, leg humping, random ridiculousness, injury from accidental supernatural powers, lots of biting, references to blood, drinking blood, hospital setting, reader passes out at one point, a bit of obsessive behavior, will eventually contain smut so MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @flowerboykun @millennial-fangirl @ericssmile @kthpurplesyou @changbinslovelylegs @yeosxxx @ssaboala @millennial-fangirl @starillusion13 @duchesskaren

As always thank you to @cafekitsune for use of banners and dividers!

A/N- This started out as a convo with @sanjoongie that got me all feral and now it's become its own little monster. I hope you enjoy, and I plan on just writing for fun. It's a little cracky so that's entirely intended. I decided on the title because I love the song and the lyrics are kinda perfect. As always, comments and reblogs and feedback appreciated!!!! Thanks also to @babesindestroyland @mint-yooxgi for listening to my ramblings about this and helping me brainstorm things! I appreciate you both sooo much! 🤍💜🤍

“No.” you slam the door in the pleading man’s face.  You’d seen and done a lot in your many, many years upon this earth, but not once has someone been this persistent to have you use them more.  “Please!  Please…just…listen…” You just groan, having heard it all in the last 48 hours.  Never once have you regretted biting someone so much.  

“Really, I have so much more to offer you, my whole body! I…I have friends too! Think of all the delicious blood!” He’d been ambiguous before but this was too much.  You could handle him screaming outside of your apartment about sex, orgies, bdsm, but mentioning blood takes the cake.  

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you ask as you whip open the door, grabbing the man by the throat and yanking him inside.  The delighted squeal he lets out just has you rolling your eyes as you toss him onto the couch.  “Oh god, that was so hot-” “STOP.” you demand and then he’s on his knees in front of you, his dark brown eyes looking up and blinking at you.  

“Yes, mommy.” he purrs out and you heave out an exasperated breath.  “I’m not your mommy, kid.” you tell him, poking him in the forehead and pushing, the force barreling him over.  But instead of deterring him, he’s crawling eagerly back over to you, his eyes glinting even more from fascination and excitement.  “But…I want you to be my mommy…” he pouts up at you and you can’t help but let your eyes bleed red, your fangs filling your mouth as you kneel down to grasp his hair and yank his head back.  

At the club, you’d been sweet and kind to him, so maybe showing him your true nature will work.  “I could drain you dry faster than your heart could register your veins being empty.  Don’t test my patience.” you hiss into his face.  Instead of fear, you frown in dismay as he whimpers and slides closer to you, pressing his now hard bulge into your thigh. Dear lord, was he…was this boy…..??

 “Are you…humping my leg?” 

“Listen…will you stop that!” you yell as his hand creeps up your leg.  “I don’t even know your name-” “Wooyoung, it’s Wooyoung….” he pants out and you roll your eyes at his desperation.  “How did you even find me?” you ask him, standing up and shaking him off of your leg.  “If you keep sticking that lip out, I’ll tear it off and eat it.” you tell him and just like before, instead of backing off, it seems to encourage him even more.  

“I’ll let you do whatever you’d like.” he says, reaching for you.  “SIT DOWN.” you tell him and he scrambles to take a seat on your couch.  You rub a hand over your face, frustrated.  Stupid, stupid, you think to yourself.   You’d let yourself get careless.  “Wooyoung.” you say, glaring at him to keep him seated.  “Answer my question.” He looks confused for a moment but then his eyes tell you that he’s remembered.  “Oh!  I…it sounds really strange…but…” he glances at you for a moment, watching you cross your arms.  “I can smell you.  Well…it’s not like a smell really, but …. I can sense you, like a smell but it’s different…” he explains and you sigh, sitting down next to him. That was new…was your blood affecting him differently? 

 Patting him on the leg, you just turn to him, frowning.  “Wooyoung? You..what you’re experiencing is probably just a side effect from the bite.” you tell him, and his eyes fill with lust the moment you mention it.  “No-” you have to push him back, holding him in place as you talk to him like a child.  “It’s not real, ok? I didn’t intend for it to happen, but I must have not been thinking the other night. Sometimes if I bite someone, they feel a bit funny afterwards.  It’s probably just blood loss, it just might have done something strange to you.” His pout has you feeling guilty for doing this to him.

“If you go home and give it a little time, it’ll wear off, alright?” you tell him, trying to get through but he’s shaking his head.  “I don’t want it to go away though!” he tells you, grabbing your hands and placing them on his face.  “I like this, it feels nice.  YOU feel nice…” he sighs out, licking his lips, placing a kiss on your palm.  “Are you listening to me?” you say to him softly, feeling a bit sad because he truly was a beautiful man.  

You could-… NO! What were you thinking?

“I want to always listen to you.” he breathes out, his mouth meeting yours before you can stop him again.  His lewd groan as he climbs on you, pressing himself against you has you almost giving in to him.  It has been ages since you’ve had more…intimate affairs with a human.  Hell, with anyone at all.  His tongue brushes against your elongated fangs and his hiss as he nicks it has him grinding against you.  The taste of blood mixed with his kiss has your head swimming and without thinking, you throw your hands out to get him off of you. 

Unfortunately, your strength being what it is has him launching across the room and slamming into the wall before you can think.  Jumping up with a yelp, you run to him and panic.  “No no no…oh shit…” you cry, grabbing him in your arms and taking off.  This was going to be a long long night.  

This is how you find yourself in the hospital instead of out feeding, and you pace as you wait for the doctor to come back.  Looking down at the slumbering man, you frown with guilt.  You can’t help but wonder what kind of human he is without the craziness of your effect on him.  Was he really some weird stalker? Or was he some nice guy who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time?  He was a pretty human but looks were very deceiving, you’d found through experience.  

Hearing a commotion in the silence of the hospital, you glance over as the curtain is drawn back to reveal two men.  The shorter one clucks his tongue and shakes his head, taking in the slumbering man.  “Woo…what did you do this time?” he says, but then a third man is pushing into the room, launching himself onto the bed with the unconscious man.  

“Oh my god-” you start, drawing the eyes of the two men still standing.  “Who are-” “Wooo!! WHAT HAPPENED?” the man on the bed is saying dramatically and all three of you sigh simultaneously.  “Um…I-” “Sannie?” you hear, turning to see Wooyoung’s eyes are open, but sleepy.  “Sannie?” Then he’s sitting up, looking around as the dark haired crying man is clinging to him.  “Where is she?” he is asking and you sidle behind the two men, sneaking out of the little curtained area.  

Should have left when I had a chance…shit…you think.  You are confronted with a fourth man now and you stop, looking around.  “Holy crap, how many of you are there?” you ask and the beautiful man in front of you just tilts his head at you as he takes you in.  “Four.” he responds and you can only nod.  “Uh huh.” “Eight all together.” he adds and you just nod along.  “Ah.”  

“Can you tell us what happened?” you hear from behind you, and you turn to see the taller of the first two that came in, his big dark eyes full of concern.  “I swear, I didn’t mean-” you start but he sighs, pinching his nose.  “I’m sorry for whatever it is he did, he’s just reckless sometimes, but he means well.” The man glances back towards the curtains, where you can hear voices arguing and you turn to the fourth man, who is just nodding.  

“What did he get you wrapped up in?  I apologize on his behalf.” the beautiful man is saying, and then the taller man…who is also gorgeous…what the fuck?...is taking your hand.  “If you’ll give us your name and a contact, we can-” “NO -SHE IS!” you hear yelling and you tense up, knowing that shrill voice at this point.  You’d been hearing it for days.  

“Woo-you can’t just disappear and then end up in the hospital and expect me to believe-” “SHE IS, I’M SERIOUS.” You attempt to pull your hand from the tall man’s grip but you’re too nervous to use much power.  Then the curtain is shoved aside before you can get away, Wooyoung standing there in a hospital gown as his wild eyes land on you.  

“HWA! Don’t touch her, she’s mine!” he screams, coming over to pull you into his arms.  “Wooyoung!” The man is yelling, pulling together the back of the open gown where his bare ass is hanging out.  You just stare at him in shock, gritting your teeth as he holds onto you.  “Hongjoong, she’s mine! I won’t let go!” he is crying, whimpering as the man you assume is Hongjoong is trying to pull him off.  

The man holding your hand, the one Wooyoung called Hwa, is frowning at Wooyoung as he clings to you, shaking his head.  “What the hell did you take? Have you been drinking? I’m so sorry,” he starts saying to you, then the fourth man is next to you, whispering his apologies as he tries to pry Wooyoung off you as well.  

You just stand there in defeat as you try your best not to toss the man again, looking over at the final man sitting on the hospital bed, seeming to have found some crackers they’d left for Wooyoung and was happily munching on them as he watched the chaos before him.  Sannie? You recall Wooyoung saying, he just smiles at you and shrugs as if this is all normal. 

“Wooyoung…” you murmur and his head snaps up, his smile cheerful.  “I love when you say my name.” he sighs out, then he’s pressing his lips to yours before you hear all of the men cry out, and finally he’s yanked off of you.  “What in the hell has gotten into you? Are you insane?” Hwa was asking him, the unnamed man gently pulling you behind him.  “I’m so sorry, are you alright?” he is asking, his eyes darting between you and Wooyoung.  It’s your turn to pinch the bridge of your nose as you sigh.  

“Yeah…I’m fine.  He’s not though.” you mutter and the man’s eyes study you closer now.  “You’ve got something to tell us.” he states and you feel your heart stutter as he seems to read your mind.  “Uh-” 

“She’s a vampire! She drank my blood and now she’s MINE, she’s MY VAMPIRE and I want to KEEP HER!” Wooyoung is yelling and the man staring at you raises his eyebrows in shock as he watches his friend.  “Well…that’s new.” he says, shaking his head.  “Stop it this instant!” Hongjoong is saying, then a doctor is pushing them out of the way as they get him back into bed, Sannie moving to the side to keep watching.

“Was he drinking?” the man named Hwa asks you and you can only nod as you bite your lip.  “Umm…you could say he was drinking…” you respond evasively, looking away.  “Well..I apologize profusely for his horrible behavior.  Can we go somewhere to talk if you have the time?”  You check the clock and notice that it’s 435am and you wince.  Noticing, the unnamed man places a hand on Hwa’s shoulder.  

“It’s extremely late…or early…” he turns to you and holds out his cellphone.  “Could we exchange numbers and talk when it’s not…like this…” you all look over where Wooyoung is pointing at you, crying and arguing with the doctor and his friends.  “Yeah…I guess that’s fine.  I can…explain later.” you murmur and they both nod as you put your number into his phone.  He immediately calls it as you pull out your phone and you reject the call to plug his contact info in.  

“Yeosang.  My name is Yeosang, and this is Seonghwa.” he gestures to the taller man.  “Ah, Hwa…Seonghwa.” you nod, noting Yeosang’s name in your phone.   “San is the one to the side, and Hongjoong is the one yelling.”  You nod as you bite your lip, really wanting to make sure Wooyoung is fine before you just leave.  “It’s my fault.” you tell them, feeling horrible.  

“Sorry? Your fault?” Seonghwa asks and you nod.  “I … he was…being kind of clingy like you saw and well ... .I may have shoved him.  I think he hit his head.”  The two men just stand there, staring at you for a moment, incredulous, then look at one another before they burst out laughing.  Your frown deepens as you realize they aren’t taking you seriously.  

“I’m sure he’s fine, he’s likely just doing this for attention.  He will be fine, I’m sorry he’s been harassing you.” Seonghwa is saying, and you look back at the now sleepy man.  They must have given him something to make him calm down.  As you watch, his eyes meet yours and the pain and need in them has you feeling awful and guilty.  

“I…just let me know if he is alright?” you ask Yeosang and he nods, both of them thanking you as you wave goodbye.  You stop by the desk on the way out to make sure his bill is covered, alleviating some of the guilt.  “Going to have to be more careful…” you tell yourself, rubbing your forehead.  You hadn’t been able to feed given the circumstances and now you were going to have to wait until tomorrow night before you could go hunt. 

As you make your way out of the emergency room doors, you feel your head swim a bit and you have to stop to fight a wave of dizziness.  You’d gone without feeding before but this reaction to it was unnatural.  The weariness you feel as you make your way to the parking lot suddenly becomes too much and you’re suddenly aware that down is up, and up is down.  You wonder why the night sky is in front of you as everything goes black.

“Somethings wrong! I HAVE TO FIND HER!” Wooyoung sits up, screaming.  Seonghwa’s eyes are huge as he watches the heavily sedated man start to fight to get out of the bed.  “Wooyoung, what the hell! STOP!” Hongjoong is yelling, holding him down with San.  Casting a worried look to Yeosang, Seonghwa goes over to talk to him briefly.  

“I’ve never seen him like this…maybe…” Yeosang watches Wooyoung thoughtfully, then sighs, nodding to Seonghwa.  “I’ll go make sure she’s fine, just to alleviate his worries.” Seonghwa nods, chewing his lip as he turns back to go help the others with Wooyoung.  Shaking his head, Yeosang walks through the emergency room area and out the doors, sure he will find you and have to apologize again.

Instead, he’s dumbstruck as he spots your body laying still on the pavement of the parking lot, seemingly lifeless.  His calm is shaken as he rushes over to kneel beside you, lifting your limp arm to check your pulse.  “Holy shit…oh no…” he murmurs, then slips his arms under you to pick you up, turning to return to the emergency room. 

 Before he can take two steps, he looks down in shock to see you gazing up at him, your eyes now crimson as you instinctively reach for him, your hunger too overwhelming so near a source of blood.  “What-” is all he manages before your fangs are sinking into his neck, pangs of hunger finally satiated as you moan in bliss at the taste of him.  

He’s different from Wooyoung; Woo’s blood was rich and savory….but this man was sugary sweet, like a dessert.  Your moan mixes with his as you drink greedily, and he slowly lowers the both of you to the ground, his arms holding you close, urging you to drink more.  Finally coming to your senses, you pull back, horrified at your behavior.  

You’ve never felt so blood starved, so uncaring of your surroundings before; not since you’d been a fledgling vampire, trying to make it on your own.  You were in a lighted parking lot, exposed and vulnerable and here you were drinking from someone you’d just met after having harmed his friend.  “Oh no….I’m so sorry-” but he’s cutting you off, his mouth seeking yours, his eyes glazed with need.  

“....more…take more…take it all…” he’s whispering, then he’s kissing you and you’re too startled to do anything but let him for a moment.  “Wait…hey..oh man…” you are trying to speak but the man is shoving his tongue down your throat and it’s extremely hard not to just kiss him back.  Finally grasping ahold of his shoulders, you force him away from you and stifle a laugh as you watch him continue to reach for you, his cute lips protruding for more kisses.  “Yeosang? YEOSANG?” You finally manage to get his eyes to clear a bit, but his hands are still a little gropey and you are more shy about the PDA you’re both giving off right now than the blood drinking.  Strange, but true.  

You manage to extract yourself safely from his arms and stand, looking down at the now seemingly afflicted man.  His big brown eyes are gazing up at you in desire and admiration causing you to groan in defeat.  “Not you too….” you whimper and then he’s standing at your side, arm around your waist.  “I’ve made you upset.” he whispers, and you can only groan, wondering what the hell is causing this strange effect on men you’d just met.  

“You are a vampire.” he states, smelling your neck, nuzzling you and you have  to push him gently to keep him at arm's length.  Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be a spastic as Wooyoung, but he was still being persistent.  What was going on with these men after you’d bitten them?

“Unfortunately, yes.  Please…look…I just haven’t fed and I am so sorry for doing that-” you manage, but he’s shaking his head, and you watch him shudder.  “Damn…now I understand why Wooyoung was so frantic…this is ... .wow.” he swallows and licks his lips at you, and you suddenly have the feeling of being someone’s prey.  Much different than the dynamic you were used to.  Trying to put more space between yourself and him, you back away a bit.  

“I think it’s safer if I leave-” you tell him, but he’s shaking his head, his eyes pleading.  “No..don’t go…please…you can have more if you’d like. Just don’t leave.” he begs, reaching for you.  “You know, it’s not smart to go around offering vampires your entire blood supply, pal.” you hiss at him, looking around.  

“I…suppose you have a point…” he nods and you roll your eyes.  “I don’t know why this is happening, but…just ... .don't come near me…AND DO NOT OFFER YOUR FREAKING BLOOD TO OTHERS-god…do you two have a death wish or something?” you ask him, and he just tilts his head at you.  “No, I don’t think so…but if you want me to-” “I do not want you to die.  Holy crap…I didn’t even want to bite you!” you yell at him and he frowns at you, looking a little bit hurt. 

“Did you..not like my blood?” his lower lip juts out a bit as he touches the spot on his neck where you’d drank from him.  “Was it not good enough?” he continues, then you’re walking back towards him, feeling awful.  “Oh…no no….that’s not it at all! Oh my…no your blood was delicious, really!” The smile he gives you has you backpedaling again as he runs to you and is nuzzling you again.  

Oh you little shit, you think and have to give him some credit.  He was a little bit smarter than Wooyoung in getting close to you, choosing subterfuge.  But you did not want a repeat and another mortal in the hospital. You may have plenty to spare for bills, but the guilt would just smother you.  “Look…please…I may be a vampire but I’ve worked hard on not being a monster.” You tell him and he frowns as he takes your hand.  “You could never be a monster to me.” he tells you and you just put your face in your hand.  “I’ve upset you again…” he mutters and you just shake your head without looking up.  

“No…yes….I don’t know.  I’m an all powerful vampire and here I am being flustered by a few humans who want to be my snack.” you snort out.  Suddenly he’s pressing against you, tilting your head up to make you look at him.  “What-?” “I don’t want to be your snack.” he whispers, brushing his lips over yours and you shiver a little.  

“I want to be the only meal you ever need.” “Well fuck.” you choke out, swallowing hard.  “That’s a new one…shit.  Goddamnit..NO!” you say, trying your best to be gentle as he presses himself as well as his…obvious arousal against your leg.  “No..no.  No.” you keep saying, then you spot the tall man named Seonghwa coming out of the hospital and feel a sense of relief.  

“Seonghwa!” you cry, trying to walk towards him but Yeosang is clinging to you so you kind of pull him along with you as you shuffle towards your savior.  His confused look is understandable as he watches the man paw at you, holding on as you try to free yourself.  “What the…what in the world?” he stammers, mouth hanging open at the sight.  

“Please help….he…I…shit.” you just say, pleading with your eyes.  “What the hell has gotten into you, Yeosang?” He sighs as he tries to pull him off of you, but he’s pouting again and you have to try to not look at his angelic adorable face.  “I understand Woo, he’s a mess…but come on man…this is unacceptable.”  Hwa says and Yeosang just whines as he finally lets go.  

“It’s our secret.” he whispers as he is pulled away and you just frown at the two men as you back away.  “I’m sorry…yet again…I am not sure-” he starts but you put your hands up.  “No no…it’s my fault…listen just…we can talk on the phone, it’ll be better that way.” you say, turning and taking off to your car.  You can hear the cries of the afflicted Yeosang behind you and your heart drops.  If only what they were feeling was real and not some weird blood thing.

When you finally get home, you just look around your lonely apartment and feel the overwhelming emptiness of your life creep back in.  The last 72 hours had been the most eventful you’d had in a long, long time and a small part of you was kind of longing for the physical touch of someone again.  Those poor boys, hopefully it’ll wear off and they will forget all about you.  

That’s what you wanted right? “Of course it is!” You scream at your walls, then you’re apologizing loudly as your neighbors yell to keep it down.  “Don’t make me come bite your ass too, dick.” you mumble, then snort, remembering Wooyoung crawling all over you, his lips on yours, offering you himself and his blood.  Then Yeosang…

You definitely didn’t go to sleep that morning fantasizing about draining them both dry in more ways than one.  Definitely not.   I wonder what would happen if I bit any of the others? You think drowsily as you drift off with the sunrise. 

[adobe-outdesign]

Review for my good boys the bellsprout line?

Bellsprout has gotta be one of the silliest Pokemon out there in terms of movement, second only to Toedscool. Look at this ridiculous thing with its skinny little root legs and dot eyes. How can you not enjoy it?

Also, pitcher plants are always cool, and giving it a "body" made of the roots and stem is fun and something that weirdly isn't done a whole lot with grass-types. The colors are also pretty nice, with a good mix of complementary yellows, greens, and browns, with a pink rim to boot (similar to actual pitcher plants, though they usually have a red gradient as well). It's super simple, but really enjoyable.

Weepinbell starts to edge a bit close to the "even blend middle evolution with no unique traits" trope, but it avoids it mostly by lacking the body of Bellsprout, but being oriented upside-down compared to Victreebel. What also helps it is it's absolutely silly googly eyes, which combined with the always-open "mouth" give it the impression of constant shock. I also like the addition of the green dots, which help break up the yellow areas a bit without being overly intrusive. Nothing too crazy, but it works.

Victreebel is probably my favorite of the line. I really like the change to slit-like pupils and the eyes being directly under the rim, and the way said rim now sports a pair of fangs for good measure. The eyes taking up less space means there's more room for green dots, and the leaves and body shape are really nice and have a better flow to them than Weepinbell's.

I also like the long stem in the back, which kind of mimics the bottom of a tropical pitcher plant without literally having it in the same place. Likewise, the leaf at the top is interesting, as it kind of works to pull in food in place of it not actually having any hands. Just a very balanced design all around.

As a quick note, the line was supposed to get a split evo ala Bellossom in Gen 2. There's actually a subtle baseball theme to this guy, because it's name (Tsubomitto) references catchers mitts, and its legs look a bit like baseball pants. Get it? Like the opposite of a pitcher is a catcher? Anyway, it's kind of fun, but it just looks a bit too similar to Bellsprout in overall body shape to really feel like it would've added anything to the line.

(Also, side note 2: these guys don't need anything too badly, but given that pitcher plants are normally extremely red in color, I think it would be fun to have a fire/grass regional that spits oil instead of acid. Bellsprout's legs could look like little fuses!)

Anyway, overall, a simple but pretty fun line with some neat looking plant monsters.

[jerefishvr]

hello, first time taking a visit to your asks, I have to say I love your work and was wondering if you could do a Wednesday Addams x Male Reader where the reader is a vampire and is into a lot of punk music (example: metallica and black sabbath) and dresses punk and stuff. Scenario would be enemies to lovers (also if you don’t do male readers you can just do gender neutral, I don’t mind.)

— god save the queen ☆

— wednesday addams x gn!punk!vampire!reader <3

— summary : IN WHICH, Wednesday Addams hated loud music, ripped jeans, heavy rings, awfully dyed hair, big eyeliner and long earrings,yet a certain punk vampire caught her eye.

a/n : babe not to ruin your happiness but metallica and black sabbath are more metal/rock and i decided to do punk PUNK yk like , sex pistols. If you don't like this ill gladly do a metal/rock ver <33 also let's pretend Wednesday already has a phone!!

Tall black boots stepping on the hard wood, making a creaking sound. Pants ripped with patches all over them and random sewed on designs with band names. Horribly and messy teased hair, eyeliner bigger than their boots, black sunglasses and long black crosses hanging from their ears.

That was Y/n. Nevermore's most "not normal" student. They stood out in the crowd with their lanky figure and weird style.

They were a vampire, a blood addict, with long fangs and fingers full of rings that grasped their victim's neck with hurry. A fan of loud noises and music that made most people want to rip their ears out.

Everyone always turned their head at the sight of Y/n, in awe of the rare beauty in front of them. Y/n was everyday greeted by every single person in there. No one hated them and their funky style, sirens to werewolves and even more. Except from one girl named Wednesday Addams. Who was right now, standing infront of them.

Y/n didn't even bother to look at her as they barged into Enid's shared dorm with Wednesday while listening to music on their headphones.

"Will you be quiet?" Wednesday said with her usual cold tone while staring immediately into the poor vampire's soul.

The red haired punk took out their headphones to hear what Wednesday was saying with a light blush on their cheeks.

Oh, Wednesday, Wednesday. She was like a total dream to the vampire. Well, actually more like a nightmare. They admired her from afar everytime her mouth said

While on the other hand, Wednesday "hated" them. She hated how cool they looked with their teased hair, their patch filled jackets and their weird earrings. And what she hated the most was how SHE found them cool. She, Wednesday Addams, thinking someone who's like a rainbow, with colorful eyeshadow and bright red lips, was cool.

She remembers telling Enid about how it looks like a rainbow threw up on her, yet here she was. Acting like she despises the school's cheerful punk and admiring their pops of colours here and there.

"Do you know where Enid is?" Asked the punk, patiently waiting for an answer while plopping down on Enid's bed comfortably.

"No. I do not and I really couldn't care less where she is right now. Turn down that absolutely awful music or else I'll cut your ridiculous hair off." Said Wednesday with no emotion in her voice.

The vampire laughed and unplugged the headphones from their phone. Their fangs glowing in the sun of the day as they smiled while turning up the volume. Chipped nail polish on their long fingers as they tapped on their phone's screen.

The first thing that came out of the phone was loud instruments and yells. Wednesday looked at the screen in confusion and interest.

" GOD SAVE THE QUEEN" was shown all over the screen, some dudes with funky and spiky hair singing while behind them was written on the wall "SEX PISTOLS".

Wednesday found herself actually taking a liking to the music, slightly bopping her head and bouncing her leg in rhythm.

Y/n smirked and looked at her. "I see you're quite enjoying "awful music"" They said, making Wednesday roll her eyes and grab the punk's phone.

"Just shut up and send me the link" She said while typing her number in the phone,with her usual cold demeanor dropping as she smiled a little, barely noticeable but the vampire saw it and felt their heart clench in happiness and enthusiasm.

"Aight, see ya later Nes" were Y/n's last words as they stormed out of the room to find Enid and tell her about making her "emotionless" roommate,THE Wednesday Addams smile.

Wednesday kept on staring at them as they ran out of the room, their chains and necklaces along with their heavy boots suddenly looked like art to her and not just stupid jewellery. Or maybe, they looked like art to her.

[lexsang]

Can I ask what your take is on Sebastiaan and Sabretooth? I don't really know anything about the established groups beyond House Kheperu.

Sorry for the wait. Life and work have both been busy, and I also wanted to do some more research so that this could be more than just my opinions. But here we are!

So first of all, my opinions of Father Sebastiaan are mixed. I don't like the way that he does things, I don't think they are inclusive or representative of the whole community, but I also recognize that, as one of the biggest names in the community, he has done a lot to make the community what it is today, for better or for worse.

Sometimes people ask where to start with learning psychic vampirism, and the answer almost universally is Michelle Belanger's Psychic Vampire Codex, but Father Sebastiaan also has a number of books that are helpful too. However, all books on vampirism are either based on the writer's personal experience with it, which varies greatly, or their group's dogma, which can be misleading. It can be easy to read any of these books and believe the author knows exactly what they are talking about, the history of vampirism, etc. They don't, they only have a part of the whole picture, and Father Sebastiaan's part is entirely exclusionary of the sanguinarian experience. Without fail, in every one of his books, there is a section devoted to how sanguinarian vampirism is basically a sin in his eyes. His opinion is always rooted in how he believes that it is a guarantee for disease and in his own words "blood drinking is the most highly dangerous activity you can do" (From the end of this short vice documentary called 'The Real Vampires of 'True Blood'?' [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XmdsiyjbT0]). I can understand how people coming from an psychic/magical vampirism perspective see blood vampirism as a lesser choice. They see the act of drinking blood as a roundabout way to take in the life energy that is in the blood, so they see taking that energy in through psychic feeding as a better way to do it. That's not a problem, but the way that Father Sebastiaan does it has been a large factor that has led to the schism in the community, the ridiculous, elitist ideas coming from people on both sides, that only one of these vampiric experiences is the 'true' vampiric experience. And if he actually knew anyone from the sanguinarian side of things, he would quickly see how careful we are. We know that blood can carry diseases, so we test, and we communicate with our donors, easy.

I also personally have a problem with how his house, the Sabretooth Clan, deals with membership. In his own words, from his own site, he says that "Sabretooths are individuals that share the common experience of having had fangs made for them by Father Sebastiaan, which is known as the Rite of Transformation". And this I think is where the big issue, as well as the misunderstanding is. With other psychic vampire groups, like House Kheperu, vampirism is still something that awakens within you. It isn't a choice. That is and has always been one of the things that has made me feel so close to others that share my experiences. It is great to feel the good that vampirism can bring, but the part that makes me feel deeply connected to other sanguinarian, hybrid, and psychic vampires is that we all suffer in a way that no one else does. I can relate to that suffering and I can help others through it. To me personally, a receipt from a purchase of fangs from a guy in a cowboy hat that always feels the need to mention that fangs, a symbol that is, to me, synonymous with the mouth watering hunger I feel for blood and all of the pain I have gone through to see my own vampirism as a blessing rather than insanity, are a great sex toy, being the thing that gets you into his club, is an insult (that sentence feels like a train wreck, but hopefully it makes sense). I could go on about this forever, but overall, the way that he not only looks down on blood drinkers himself, but forces others to do the same, is disgusting. We didn't all bleed so much to be seen as less than others.

And I am no psychologist, but I do feel like I know where this elitism might stem from. We all know that White Wolf, the tabletop RPG company that developed Vampire: The Masquerade, had a large impact on the beginning of the community. Many vampires met through VTM when it became popular, including Michelle Belanger. Fantastic, a fun IP that has a few things we can sort of relate to in it, which gives the opportunity for people like us to have a fighting chance at finding others who might be able to understand us. But with VTM came a fantasy of big underground vampire houses with hierarchies, territory, etc. and that fantasy mixed with reality for some, it still does. Check out this documentary, called "World of Darkness" which can be found for free on YouTube for a deeper look into VTM, it doesn't directly mention the real vampire community, but sections of it are connected to the way that our communities started [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZbwivA3uj8].

And this idea of the vampiric delusion of nobility isn't just an idea that comes from research. When I was living in Arizona, I started really looking for community, meet up groups, anything. I found one other vampire that was living fairly close, and we joined out efforts trying to find or create a meetup group for the Phoenix area. I looked a number of times for established groups in the Phoenix area, but the little I did find wasn't active anymore. After a decent bit of looking, we were contacted by a group in the area, and instead of a welcome, a hello, or any kind of greeting I had come to expect that people suddenly meeting other people they have things in common with would give, we were told to stop trying to create a meetup group because they were the local house and we were infringing on their territory. Lunatic behaviour. Maybe if we were a part of their court system, that would make sense, but we weren't. In no world is one group of adults under the law of another just because they said so. It was basically kindergarten playground rules. I yearn for a world where, when you visit a city, you can contact the court there and find some connections. If someone is available, maybe you can go out for lunch, or they can show you around. We are all the same, psychic, sanguinarian, or otherwise, right? We have something that ties us together.

In all honesty, I don't mind the pageantry, the hierarchies (in moderation and for sensible reasons), or some of the flowery language. What I do mind is the misuse of these things, and large houses seemingly doing nothing to support their communities other than throwing events. Events can be fun, but 'vampire balls' seem to have become the face of the community and all we do. There are no teaching resources, there are no networks of butchers that might be able to supply clean animal blood, there is no effort to further knowledge, especially not in the realm of sanguinarian vampirism (luckily we have The Red Cellar and the Black Books).

This is probably long enough as is, and I could clearly go on a while longer, so my biggest problem with Father Sebastiaan is that he is seemingly always present for the things that have created rifts in the community, and distorted our use of community. And I'm fully within my rights to hate someone who looks at me and others like me, who have been so good and kind, as lesser, and filthy. I appreciate that he helped build the vampire community into what it is today, but we need people who are willing to care for, accept, and understand others to take the torch and carry it from here.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Your post about pointy ears got me thinking…have you seen what they are doing to Penelope? She has pointy ears, fangs, gills, etc. People are convinced she's a Naiad, but she's not a Naiad. In one version her mother is a Naiad but

Being the daughter of a Naiad does not make you a Naiad, but a demigoddess. Just think about how no one would claim that Aeneas is a god just because he is the son of Aphrodite, who is a goddess! It's a ridiculous statement to say something like Telemachus has a Naiad mother…NO, TELEMACHUS DOES NOT HAVE A NAIAD MOTHER! He has a HUMAN mother, not a GODDESS mother. If Penelope were really a water nymph, surely she would have other ways of checking to see if Odysseus was alive…let's see…in the SEA. Even if she couldn't leave Ithaca, she could simply ask another nymph to check for her. Making her a Naiad [which she is not. Penelope is not a goddess] makes her seem dumb for not using that to her advantage, not as intelligent as she is supposed to be

Naiads did not have these characteristics, so even if it made Penelope a Naiad it would still be incorrect. They were practically women similar to humans but more beautiful, if we are talking about appearance! Yes they have powers like breathing underwater, but it is not that VISUAL

Even considering Penelope as a demigoddess of nymph, this idea is wrong. Nymph demigods usually do not even have strong physical abilities like Olympian demigods do. Yes Akhilleus is the son of a Nereid and he even surpassed sons of "greater" gods than Thetis [Aeneas/Aphrodite, Penthesilea/Ares, Memnon/Eos] but Akhilleus is an EXCEPTION. He is not the norm! No one can even cite anyone other than Akhilleus as an argument, which makes it even more obvious that he is not the norm. It is part of Akhilleus and Thetis having a much more complex cosmic and prophetic context, that is why he is the way he is. It is an extreme simplification to use Akhilleus as the basis for the other demigod and nymph cases, it is ignoring that there is a significant context for this specific myth. Penelope is not like Akhilleus and she doesn't need to be

People talk about how sad it is that Penelope is only talked about in conjunction with Telemachus and Odysseus while both male characters are better explored as individuals and how they want to see more of her… and I agree! But this wild, scary, eccentric, exotic, weird woman who is half fish, eats raw fish and lives all day at sea is NOT Penelope. There is no point in complaining about how Penelope is erased if the only way you can talk about her is by making her other characters. There is no point in complaining about how frustrated you feel about Penelope being portrayed as a girlboss in retellings if you need to make her weird and eccentric to be interesting

Maybe I am probably taking this personally because I honestly see a lot of myself in Penelope. In my family, it is a tradition for women to learn to sew, it is a form of family affection and a way to keep our stories alive. As you certainly know, this is a tradition present in our ancestors. However, I've still been seen as "old fashioned" before and not in a good way…so I was always amazed at how Penelope used her abilities in such clever ways! She did not have to be like Atalanta, she was amazing at being a completely normal mortal woman who used her feminine attributes [weaving] and intelligence to protect her family. As someone who loves my family deeply, it was always amazing to see a story that showed how a tradition was used to protect a home. My Yiayia even called me "my Penelope" as an affectionate nickname [not my real name]! So seeing how Penelope is treated is really sad. Either she is criticized for not defending herself violently [as Atalanta, Amazons, Medea, Klytemnestra could have done] or her "fans" are only interested in her if she is a "girlboss" or if she is a fish woman. The story of a human woman using tradition to protect her home and family is not enough...she needs to be imposing, she needs to look like a fish, she needs to act wild, she needs to have physical abilities and only then is it enough

Hello! Thank you for your message and the interesting observations! I didn't know people drew Penelope like this... As I said, I am very positively predisposed toward all of Jorge's works but some people from the fandom of Epic the Musical have been very ehm... inventive, in counterproductive ways. It's not just "people being creative", it's "people making up characteristics they were never there to begin with" (like fangs and pointy ears and eating raw fish??? what in the Celtic hell). And of course, I'd like to repeat here what you wrote:

There is no point in complaining about how Penelope is erased if the only way you can talk about her is by making her other characters. There is no point in complaining about how frustrated you feel about Penelope being portrayed as a girlboss in retellings if you need to make her weird and eccentric to be interesting

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Lucian x Peter Vincent

+ Peter gets harassed by an annoying fan/stalker and Lucian steps in to “help”

Have I written this before? I feel like I have, oh well, haha.

Warning: harassment from a fan

On with the fic!

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Lucian didn't always attend Peter's shows, they were typically the same performances (depending on if the effects worked or if Peter was a bit too drunk and flubbed a line so he had to improvise), but he was always there at the end of the shows to wait for him.

Whether it was to go out for the night for whatever activity Peter had planned or was spontaneous about, a hunt they had planned, or just to go back up to the penthouse for so in-home activities, Lucian was always in the lobby, waiting near the doors to the theater for his boyfriend.

The staff was aware of him by now, and often told him he could wait in Peter's dressing room, but Lucian declined because Peter often just wandered out of the theater instead of going there. It pissed off the costume people, but they were used to this.

Glancing about, Lucian looked for the familiar figure, trying to spot leather and a dark brown wig. He spotted Peter near the doors to the theater, talking to some fans of his show. Lucian didn't really get the whole appeal of fanatics over things like this, but then again, he was a centuries old lycan who didn't really understand humans in general. Peter seemed pretty happy, stopping to take pictures with some of the people, be them goths and vampire fans, or even the odd tourist who got a kick out of whatever happened on stage.

But there was a familiar face nearby, hovering, waiting.

She has been at a lot of the shows lately, nearly every single one Peter did, including the matinees. She was dressed as a typical goth chick, Peter's words, and wore fake fangs. She was clutching something in her hands, it looked like a notebook, and was bouncing on her feet.

When Peter was finishing up with an autograph, the goth girl got right in front of him, chatting him up before he could even say anything. She did this often, and tried to follow Peter when he left, always trailing him towards the lifts until Rory the security guard would stop her. Lucian wondered if she'd try again tonight.

She was talking a lot, but it was hard to figure out what she was saying over the background noises of humans and the casino, but she kept looking over at Lucian, and he didn't like that. She gestured at him and then at Peter, before showing him what was in her notebook.

Peter made a face and started talking at her, putting his hand over the pages and pushing her back. Lucian decided to step in.

"-speculatin' on shit like that is just... I dunno, fuckin' weird? I mean, I made it clear I'm in a relationship online." He heard Peter speak. "And who I'm with ain't any of your business!"

"But you never show his face! You just always talk about him and show, like, his boots or even a hand, but no full pictures! And you always use a wolf emoji for the guy!" The girl huffed, jabbing at a page. "See! You never did this with your girlfriends, you always posted pictures of them and their names, why's this guy special? Is it that guy you always leave with? Or is your 'boyfriend' fake?"

"For fuck's sake..." Peter growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why do you even care?"

"Cause it's not fair to use fans that love you if you're fakin' a relationship to avoid us!"

"What the fuck?"

"Excuse me," Lucian spoke as he approached, "is there a problem here?"

The girl glared at Lucian from behind the glasses she wore, lenses tinted a neon red and looking like they were blood drops. Peter owned a pair like them, they were tacky. "It's nothing to worry about, sir. Just asking some questions, Peter always does little Q and A's after his shows."

Lucian frowned. "Yes, I am well aware. Peter, is everything alright?"

"No." Peter huffed, crossing his arms as well as he could in that ridiculous jacket he wore. "She's askin'... personal things."

"Such as?"

"What's it to you?" She snapped. "Unless if you'd like to answer the question bugging everyone on Peter's reddit page?"

Lucian didn't know what a reddit was, but it sounded like something Peter understood, judging by the noise he made. "I am willing to answer the question."

She turned to face him, snapping her notebook shut. "What's your relationship with Peter?"

Lucian didn't like her usage of his boyfriend's first name, in a tone that said 'we're friends' even though Peter complained about her constantly, always calling her 'one of those fans that needs to touch grass'.

He glanced at Peter, who stared back, then rolled his eyes and mouthed 'fine, tell her'. Lucian looked down at her and smiled. "I'm Peter's boyfriend."

She looked very unhappy with this answer. "You're lying."

"Oh, no, young lady, I very much am. I am the one with the wolf emoji, the one he sometimes calls 'wolfy' in those ridiculous videos he posts online. I do not have social media, and I do not like being bothered or being known, and Peter respects that, he just shows glimpses and respects my privacy."

She stammered for a moment. "A-are you serious? Who the hell even are you? What's your name? People want to know!"

"Just an old soul who somehow keeps this confounding, brilliant fool in line. No need for names, Wolfy will do, I suppose. But even then, that's for Peter's use only."

He took Peter's hand, tugging him close. "Come along, love, we have plans tonight, don't we? Best to go get ready, I'm sure you don't want to go out in that getup."

"You just don't want people droolin' over my ass in these pants." Peter smirked.

"Possibly, but you hate wearing the costume and what we're doing requires more athletic clothing, you never know when you need to run." He turned them away before smiling at the goth girl. "Have a nice evening, and please stop bothering Peter about his love life. Be more invested in the ridiculous things he says online when he drinks, I'm sure that's much more interesting."

"Guh, don't mock me! I have important things to say when drunk!"

"Like when you told people the other day that for three years you thought Bat Boy was real?"

Peter started ranting about that as Lucian walked them towards the lifts, and he glanced back, seeing the very confused girl still standing by the theater doors. He smiled again, giving a little wave.

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I'd like to think that with these two, Lucian is a complete mystery to people who are invested in Peter online. Like, where did he come from? Who is he? A bodyguard? A friend? A fuck buddy? Who knows!

Maybe one person out there is all 'hey, I swear I've seen this guy in old art when I was study werewolves', but it's one of those things like when people said Keanu Reeves is a vampire cause there are some old paintings and drawings that kinda look like him. No one thinks Lucian's a supernatural creature. :)

[lumilasi]

UPDATE: Decided to make Max' human form colors match her naga design better, I think that was what was bothering me about them

Note: Max has no ears on purpose even in human form, also they can transform only partially where their upper body still looks like the human one.

Bio below: (unfinished, I'm gonna need time to develop them/her)

Name: Max Karuna

Nicknames: Snakes (Sebastian, Chouma) Maxie (Franziska)

Nonbinary, uses She/they

Age: 29

Height: 167 cm (human)

Occupation: A rockband's drummer

Family: They apparently has a MASSIVE family, but rarely sees them due to her job (not relevant to the main story either)

Love Interest: Franziska Belmont (A sith cat/cat witch)

Friends: Sebastian Kravchenko (Wyvern, bandmate) Chouma (A moth spirit, bandmate) Kaspian Kravchenko (Also a Wyvern, Sebastian's brother) Laurent Delune (Sebastian's friend) Taiga Delune (Laurent's GF)

Powers:

Aquatic abilities: They can breathe underwater, dive into the depth of 4 km, swim 50 mph, and send supersonic signals through water and has some water elemental powers, though she needs to be in contact with water to do so, unlike actual elementals.

Excellent drumming skills: Self explanatory

Shapeshifting: They can switch between a human, a half or full-naga, as well as a full snake form. The latter is the size of a normal python snake, whereas her naga form can be up to 10-15 meters long.

Snake hair: She can turn her hair into snakes that have very sharp teeth, and can choke or crush things. (Being a python type, Max is one of those rarer Naga with no poison production, most Nagas are venomous snakes)

Venom: She can produce venom from her fangs and clawed hands that can either sedate, paralyze or kill a target. They aren't the most poisonous type though, so typically the venom doesn't work lethally on most healthy humans, let alone nonhuman beings.

Sixth sense for treasure: Her kind generally are well known for finding anything lost that holds importance, and she is no different. If something is missing, their bandmates often ask them to find it.

WEAKNESSES:

Max can be easily coaxed for shenanigans, which can cause some issues and messes to be cleaned. She, as a snake, is not fond of cold climates and can get the flu extremely easily during winter.

PERSONALITY:

Max is confident, outgoing and friendly person, who makes friends easily and is generally seen as a bit of a sunny personality to be around. They have a mischievous side despite seeming very chill and mature at first glance, and tends to pull pranks on people a lot. They are also very attuned to people's emotions and vibes, and can tell when someone is having a bad day and what could perhaps help, or when is not the right time to talk about something.

They can be a bit of a potty mouth, but they try their best to censor themselves when around kids or people who don't like swearing (at least, if they like said people)

EXTRA FACTS:

Her snake colors and pattern is inspired by the banana/coral glow python

Max enjoys ridiculously sugary and sweet drinks and freakshakes.

Max' trademark coat was actually designed by Sebastian's brother, it was a special birthday gift and not available for sale anywhere. Kaspian made it based on her ideas.

Max finds it funny how all of their love interest are cats; Sebastian and Chouma with the Bakeneko brothers Alois and Quinn, and her/they with cat witch Franziska. (Though it takes a while before Frankie actually dares to ask her out, basically this happens properly post-main story for Frankie's brother)

Max loves action movies and silly goofy b-movie horror movies, finding them hilarious

They can't sing, at all. But they do make sick beats with the drums

Max of course largely follows punkish/grunge style, but also tends to enjoy including something really bright and colorful to it.

In general she tends to wear one really eccentric statement piece with almost every outfit, or at least one with a very strongly contrasting color.

Max's favorite style of party is treasure hunting, and anytime they celebrate her birthday or something, their friends arrange a hunt of some sort.

She has a habit of jokingly saying "oooo, Shiny!" about anything she likes, not just actual Jewels. It could be a friend, their girlfriend, clothes they like, etc.

Their kind tend to not have ears by default in human form, so if trying to blend in with actual humans, they have to remember to shapeshift their head to include those.