#C: Max

[bbcharity]

where: the three broomsticks who: @themaxgoldstein

Quite honestly, she hadn't had a great at the Selwyn wedding, not that she ever did at weddings altogether, but this one had been particularly dull on her end. Perhaps it had something to do with her run in with Malcolm, a rushed and definitely badly handled closure to whatever it was they were doing. Charity had been feeling rather annoyed for yet again having put herself in such kind of complicated situations that ended up doing her no good. Overwhelmed by her ever wandering thoughts, the witch had decided to go out for a late but very much needed drink, but as usual she'd been awfully distracted instead of paying attention to her steps.

It took a split second for her to regain her balance after she'd run straight into someone, fixing her dress before looking up to offer a quick apology and skip her steps towards the bar at last. None of it happened though, her gaze being met by a more than familiar face, one she couldn't have imagined she'd ever see again. The confusion clear on her features for a brief moment, she schooled them into something more resembling to composure and control. Her eyes fell to the cigarette in his hand, a newfound habit she'd been introduced to by the wizard, and one she suddenly craved. "I could so use a smoke right now." Charity finally blurted out, casual as ever, even if she did wonder. Perhaps they both would seek answers later. "Got one to spare, Ace?"

[gwen-lycaon]

Who: Gwen x Max Where: The Grand Ballroom When: VC Christmas Ball

Despite everything with her family, Gwen was determined to have a good time tonight. This was Max and Gwen's first real event together and she would be damned if anything, even her shitty attitude the last few days, ruined it. Even though they'd gotten ready together, Gwen hadn't been able to take her eyes off Max since they'd left the house. They were easily one of the most stunning people Gwen had ever met, and seeing her all dressed up tonight was the most welcome distraction to her family drama that Gwen could have asked for.

When they arrived, their first stop was obviously the bar. After probably one too many rounds of shots, the two hit the dance floor. Gwen's beamed with amusement and laughter at every accidental footing and bumping into each other as they danced to the coordinate dances. Winded and quite tipsy, the two eventually found themselves in the dining room to gorge on the endless display of food. "Having fun tonight?" she mused as she took another bite of roast beef, wanting to check in on Max. Her date had been through so much in the last several months, and she wondered if the holidays were weighing on her after the loss of her parents.

[closingwaters]

TIMING: Current

PARTIES: @twolittlefangs @closingwaters

SUMMARY: After a small online convo, these Max and Teagan agree to meet at the lake. They both think they're going to kill the other.

WARNINGS: WRSpice, Medical Blood (Descriptions of taste), Drowning

Okay, so Max’s Saturday night wasn’t turning out to be so bad after all. Could she handle a late night skinny dip in some random ass backwoods lake? Sure. She was dead already, so anything that nibbled on her would probably feel like a pleasurable tickle. But it was going to be finding this Teagan person that was going to be the real challenge. And while she was more than likely going to wear a bikini with a nice cover-up, the thought of wearing the good old fashion 1920’s wool swimsuit she had managed to snag over the years as a tchotchke from her younger days would be quite amusing, because HA. The joke would be on Teagan when she saw just how saggy and unflattering wool was in water. But that also meant going home alone, and that’s not exactly what she had in mind.

So off she went in her sporty little car to some Dateline special in the making, toot-tooting and beep-beeping all the way there, until she found a parking spot away from everyone else just to make the night feel even creepier than it was already turning out to be. “What the fuck is this shit? I swear. If this bitch lured me out here to kill me, so help me…” A look of disgust lingered on Max’s face as she walked towards the beach where not too far down were a group of teenagers with a bonfire and beer. “Guess I can always go snack on some Sour Patch Kids and drink their beer, if this fun little date doesn’t work out.”

—

Darkling Lake was by no means a small body of water. You could find yourself at one end of the lake, and it'd take at least two hours to make it to the other side on foot. Now, that wasn't an issue for the nix, by any means. Teagan could traverse the water and cut that travel time down in half, maybe more, if she really wanted. 

So, when a stranger online had agreed to meet her for a swim, Teagan had given her specific instructions, almost thankful that there was a random bonfire to provide a marker of sorts. She'd take care of them later, if they hadn't taken their leave. For the time being, her trap was set, and she watched from a dark patch of water, where the moonlight couldn't reach. 

Mismatched eyes crept just above the waterline, tail swaying side to side in tandem with the push and pull of the small waves. Excitement thrummed throughout Teagan's body as she watched the woman search. The water responded in kind, the current strengthening like a flex of a muscle. 

With a grin on her face, Teagan licked her lips and hummed an old melody. She could feel something tug against the notes, restraint taking its time to loosen from the desire that pooled with her song. Undeniable and alluring in a way that overwhelmed the body and mind into submission. Teagan waded closer as the song continued, watching as the woman inched closer to the shoreline. 

As she walked down towards the shoreline, the sand overtaking her sandals, Maxine let her eyes scan over the areas away from the bonfire. But soon it felt as if she were being guided directly to where she needed to go by the sweet sounds of something in the distance. She hadn’t paid any mind to it, but let it move her, because the sooner she got to where she was going, the sooner she could eat. And she had skipped a night of easy food for this little outing.

“Oh Teagan. Where are you…You said you’d be here, and all I smell is fucking fish, and I know it’s not me, because I took a shower, before coming over here to meet you…” Her voice was low. And teasing. But the closer she came to the darkness of the water, despite how good her eyesight was, the less amused she was becoming. “You better be here, cause you don’t want to see Maxie when she’s not happy, especially after she dressed for the occasion.”

By now, Max was close to baring her fangs and making a full on horror show out of the fun little group of teens singing Katy Perry’s latest trashy hit. Until she heard something and it pulled her mind back to the water, “I swear if that was just a fucking fish…”

—

And the prey takes the bait. 

Not that she had much of a choice in the matter. Teagan's song didn't leave enough room for argument, calling for the woman's body to walk to her doom. Whether she knew it or not. Teagan continued to sing, only pausing when the woman was at the shoreline. This was her time to shine. 

“Took you long enough.” The nix teased, keeping everything but her face below water. It wasn't time for the big reveal just yet. When that time came, she'd feast and the water will have a new companion deep down below. That was her favorite part. 

“You coming in or what?” Teagan grinned, wading herself just an extra foot back. She wanted her new companion to work for it.  “You still have to catch me.”

Finally. This bitch. “Finally. Thought I was never going to find you. You would pick the creepiest looking part of the lake, wouldn’t you?” Max glanced around and back to the bonfire, just to make sure all her little morsels were still partying hard to their shitty contemporary pop, before setting her sights back on Teagan. “How’d you know I’m a fan of Dateline?”

Slipping her sandals off, Max inched closer, but not too close. Teasing the woman in front of her sounded more fun than completely going at it like two horny eels, “Come on, Babe! What’s the rush? I just got here. Let me warm up to my dank, dark surroundings.” Cat and mouse is more fun that way. “Besides, wouldn’t you rather have a strip tease? I wore my cute bathing suit for you.” She quickly flashed Teagan to give her a little tease to a crimson red bikini. It was easier to hide the blood that way.

“How about I stick a toe in so I can adjust to the water first? Will that be enough?” Inching a little closer, she dipped her big toe in the water feigning a shiver before quickly pulling it out, despite not being able to tell much of a difference already being dead.

“I'm not sure what Dateline is, but whatever the case, I didn't take you for a water weenie.” Teagan stuck out her tongue, adding, “Besides, you wanted to get wet, didn't you?” 

To add insult to injury, the nix flicked some water, hoping it distracted the woman enough when she moved the water farther up the shoreline. Now her ankles were wet, so there wasn't much of an excuse to keep away. Although, Teagan did find the strip tease enticing, and when she was flashed that bit of red, she acquiesced. 

Fine, Teagan thought. She liked games, but considering her companion wasn't fae, she was confident she'd have the upperhand. They didn't call her kind tricksters for nothing. “Take it off then.” Her eyes grew dark, voice lowering. “Show me how beautiful you are, ysglyfaeth.” She emphasized the pet name in Welsh, if one would call the word ‘prey’ that. Teagan was sure it would just seem enticing. People loved when you spoke another language. 

“You don’t know what Dateline is?! What the fuck? Baby, baby, baby. Let’s cut the crap and just go back to my place so I can introduce you to one of the best shows known to mankind.” Max shook her head in shame. Dateline was a staple for her. It was how she came up with fun ways to snatch people up. However, being called a water weenie pulled her attention elsewhere, “Water weenie my ass!”

Max hadn’t noticed the water was now covering her ankles. Only that the bit of water being flicked in her direction had landed squarely between her legs and on the bottom of her bikini. Looking down, Max sighed and looked back at Teagan, “I mean, yeah, I wanted to get wet. But not that kind of wet. Damn.”

Brushing the water off, Maxine yawned. She was already starting to get bored, and needed something to spice up her undead life, but ask and ye shall receive. Hearing the drop in Teagan’s voice sent shivers down her spine - the good kind. And with a smirk slowly forming over her lips, Max obliged, “Now we’re talking.”

Without hesitating, the vampire pulled her phone out of the pocket of the coverup and put “Killah��� by Lady Gaga on. Lady Gaga was art. Not trash, like the music blaring from the bonfire. And with ease, began to dance along with the music; her hips doing most of the work as she slipped off the outer layer tossing it and her phone into the sand while the music continued to play. Shaking her ass, Max practically did a striptease in front of Teagan teasing to remove the crimson red bikini, before slipping further into the water, but not far enough that it was above her knees.

“Maybe later. Dateline can wait while I…feast on you.” Quite literally, though she was sure the other wouldn't get the joke. 

“Good song choice.” The closer the woman got, the harder it was for Teagan to keep herself from pouncing. Lucky for her, the dance gave her just enough resolve until she saw her prey sink deeper. She'd have preferred for her friend to have taken a few more steps, but it was fine. She was far enough in that Teagan's next move was easy to execute.

“That's more like it.” The fae whispered, desire dripping from her lips as she inched closer herself. Her breath shuddered, excitement brimming, on the edge of toppling over. “Let the real fun begin, yeah?” Teagan grinned, revealing sharp teeth, and before the woman could react, she moved the water again. 

She created a wall behind her victim, shoving her further into the lake. Teagan took the opportunity to pounce, wrapping one clawed hand around the throat, and the other at the waist. In an instant, water surrounded them both, and Teagan descended deeper and deeper. 

“Ooooo, you’re so kinky, you know that?” Too bad it’s going to be the other way around. Max loved a good tease. In fact, she loved when her victims played into her every whim, and Teagan was doing just that. However, the closer she got, the more Maxine wanted to take this little romp to land. And if she had any say in the matter, which she usually did, she would pull her new hot friend from the water so they could fuck like rabbits in the sand rather than risk a fish swimming into places it didn’t belong.

“Thanks. You know what would make this even better…” Max leaned in close, but before she had a chance to say anything else, she caught sight of Teagan’s teeth. “Motherfuck. You’re one of those fucking sea ha–”

Her words were cut short by the sudden clawed grip on her neck and waist realizing that she said anything else, she’d take in gross lake water, she’d probably be tasting for a month when she finally got out of this mess. But instead of panicking, like most people probably would, Max’s fangs protruded and her eyes turned a bright red allowing her a little extra wherewithal to force her way close enough that she was able to sink her teeth into Teagan’s arm with the goal of getting her to turn loose of the vampire’s neck. But the sweet taste of fae blood only led Max to latch on harder like a leach not ready to give up on its meal.

Bubbles flurried from the fae's mouth as she let out a pained yelp. What in waves?! She shoved the woman away from her, taking in the red eyes with a bemused frown. So Teagan had lured a vampire into the lake. Just her luck! Drowning would be useless, and furthermore, she didn't particularly care to kill people who weren't humans, and it wasn't like the woman was exactly trespassing. Teagan invited her. 

Damn. 

She was looking forward to a late night drowning. 

Yanking her arm away, Teagan swirled the water around her friend and flicked her wrist. The water did as it was told, shooting the body out of the water and back onto land. Teagan stayed in the water for a few more moments, watching the bleeding in her arm stop before she made her way to the surface. 

Her webbed feet slapped against the wet shore, and she approached the woman with an amused smile, asking, “What's your name, lass?” Teagan's tail swayed side to side, mismatched eyes narrowing curiously. She crept the water up the shore, ensuring her safety in case an attack came up. “Don't usually get the names of those I drown, but I'm not going to drown you. I can't.” She clicked her tongue. “And I'm hoping that means you won't try to eat me. Well…unless I ask.”

Max continued to consume the sweet blood, until she felt the woman’s arm get yanked away. Even under water, she let out a hiss, before being swept up in a flurry of water and sent back to dry land. The landing, however, was not so pleasant, especially landing on a log, instead of the soft sand she had once felt beneath her toes, “Son-of-a-bitch!” Max groaned as she pushed herself up from the log and leaned back against it trying to gather her bearings. One thing was for certain though, the little bit of blood that leaked from the side of her mouth had the same sweet taste she had just enjoyed from the fae.

As she savored the sweet taste, Max watched webbed feet pad up towards her, “My name? Now why in the world would I ever want to give a fae my name? I know the rules.” Well most of them. “I’ve been on Earth long enough. But I can still eat you. In more ways than one, might I add. I’d be happy to actually.” Max sent a smirk in Teagan’s direction cracking her neck, before she finally stood back up off the sand. “You know, you could’ve given me a little softer landing. I may be dead, but I still don’t appreciate having to take trips to the chiropractor.”

“I didn't ask you to give me your name. Simply asked to know it. I have no need to take it.” Teagan rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, her smile amused. She could still turn this evening around, if her friend was game.

“If you know about the name stealing though, then you must know about how we like to make deals.” The curl at the corner of Teagan’s lips was mischievous. “If you tell me your name, you can have more of a taste. Seems like you greatly enjoyed it. Just…” Her eyes narrowed, lips pursing, “You have to promise not to kill me.” 

Pleasure and pain mixed a lot with Teagan. More often than not, she brought a knife to bed. Not just for protection, but fun too. And despite how annoyed the other woman made her, an angry fuck wouldn't be the worst outcome. 

Max sighed. Could she trust a fae? She knew they could be slimy, tricky little fuckers. And this one had tried to lure her to her second death, but the joke was on her. HA. “Yes, I do know how you like to make deals. I can’t promise that I won’t drain you until an inch of your life, but I won’t kill you. What fun would that be? It seems like I might have garnered myself an aquatic fuck buddy with the sweetest and tastiest blood I’ve ever known. Which surprisingly doesn’t taste like fish. Hmmm. If that other sweet meat tastes just as good, this could be a regular thing.”

Dusting the sand off of herself, Max started walking towards her clothes and phone, “Thinking I might call it a night though. I’ve got sand up my crotch, and there’s nothing worse than a brown sugar taco, but…if you want to come back to my place, I wouldn’t be opposed. It’s not like you can kill me anyways. And I did promise not to kill you.” She intentionally withheld her name from Teagan just to get under her scaly skin a little more.

Okay, so the woman was keeping her name away from her. Whatever. It was fine. Mostly. Teagan was getting slightly irritated, but she could use that energy in her favor. Who didn't enjoy working out frustrations? Especially when the deadly vampire who'd work it out with you couldn't kill you. Even if she tried. 

“Regular thing, huh?” Teagan sauntered closer, comfortable enough to do so now that her safety was guaranteed. Waves, the woman was hot, but she was also so irritating. Why did Teagan love that so much? Why did she have the urge to lean in? 

“I'll go with you.” She hovered her lips just a few inches away from the woman, careful to not give in quite yet. Even if the annoying face in front of hers was asking her to. “Just bite a little harder next time, druenus.” If Teagan wasn't going to get a name, she'd find something to call her. “And expect me to bite back.” She grinned, her pale, amphibian skin slowly becoming flesh as she dried outside the lake. Teagan only gave the vampire a brief glimpse before she pulled her roughly into a kiss.

Max loved how close Teagan was getting. The danger and uncertainty of the whole thing made her tingle in all the right places, even if there was sand and lakewater coating everything. And while she would never admit that she had met her match, she still loved the thrill of having the Little Mermaid so close, “Pull the seaweed out of your ears, Ariel. You heard me.”

As she watched Teagan’s face inch closer and closer to her’s, Max let her eyes drop to the fish woman’s lips. Kissable and somehow sparkly in the moonlight, “Good. Wasn’t about to spend my Saturday night alone. With or without you, I was going to make my own fun. Probably with one of those campfire losers singing “Kumbaya”, but I’d much rather have you.” She let her tongue slip gently across her lips, before teasing her fangs, now merely a few inches from Teagan’s face, “I think that can be arranged.”

When the fae finally leaned in and pulled Max into a ferociously hard kiss, the vampire sank her teeth into the other woman’s lips gently piercing the skin, just enough to draw a little bit of blood, before pulling back, “I’d say fuck me right here in the sand, but there’s an audience, and I don’t want to end up on TikTok.” She nodded back towards the campfire.

The vampire wasn't Arden, and she didn't need to be. Whatever happened between her and Teagan wouldn't involve something as complicated as love. She didn't deserve it anyway. She hardly deserved the pleasure she got when her lip was pierced by the woman's fangs, but she wasn't going to think about that. If she did, Teagan would find herself creeping back into the lake. 

“We don't have to go to your house. My cabin is right over there.” The nix pointed at a brightly lit home just a few yards away. “You're welcome to go inside. Got quite the lovely shower as well. Any clothes you may need, too.” Claws tugged lightly at the swimsuit, and Teagan kissed the vampire again, trying to convince her into switching destinations so they can get to the fun faster. 

She needed this to hurry up or her guilt was going to consume any desire she had. 

It wasn’t her own home, but it’s not like it mattered at this point. She knew she was bound into not killing Teagan. It’s how fae worked to get what they wanted, which she seemed to be getting something out of it too, and there was no way Teagan could kill her, at least not until the sun came up. Fucking sun, but if the woman wanted to fuck the day away too, Max wasn’t opposed, “Whatever. But only cause I don’t think I can wait any longer to taste all of you.”

Now, the real question… “Shower fuck or are we going with a classic? The bed.” Max leaned in and whispered in Teagan’s ear, “You’re gonna wish you never met me, Ariel.”

Pulling away, she slowly bent down to pick up her belongings making sure to let her ass linger in the air for a little bit, before standing back up and heading towards the cabin.

Teagan shook her head, chuckling as she tucked a strand of hair behind the vampire's ear. “Who said we had to pick only one? You have all night, don't you?” With a sultry hum, Teagan led the two back to her home, eager to discover how many bites she could handle in one night. 

[thelucexcaldwell]

closed - @maxcarson

where - ocean crest

Lucinda had gotten out of work and was off tomorrow, so she fully intended on enjoying herself--which meant pizza and wine up on the rooftop pool. She'd gone to the liquor store as she got out of work and got a bottle of wine and then picked up a pizza for herself, looking forward to heading upstairs when she got to the building's doors and realized her keys were buried in the depths of her bag. Great.

Seeing someone walking towards the doors as well a moment later, she took her chances and put a bright smile on

"Hey! I swear I live here, I just can't get to my keys. Think you can let me in? I'll totally bribe you with a slice or two."

[darcyxanthonyx]

closed starter: @maxcarson

where: the aurora bay water tower

Darcy climbed the rest of the way up the water tower and dropped her backpack off her back and knelt by it to start digging through it. "My sister and I come up here to smoke weed sometimes. We saw a UFO while we were up here last Halloween. Maybe we'll see something tonight too." Darcy wasn't going to admit that they were high when they saw said UFO, but Max didn't need to know that bit of information. "I rolled a joint earlier too."

[rebekahhewitt]

"I feel like I should be offended that you didn't ask me to be your Lorax," Bekah scoffed playfully at her brother. "And now hearing that aloud, I cannot believe I just said that," she added with a snort. "It really is a killer costume though."

@maxhcwitt

[ursachaotic]

Not a great sketch but I tried haha, I haven’t drawn Max and Orion together in a long time 😭

[rcsalindatcrres]

"These'll probably look better on you," Rosa chuckled softly as she pulled the glasses she'd been trying on from the display to put on him. "Here. I'll try the other pair," she offered with a laugh.

@maxhcwitt

[last-of-the-lilacs]

LotL Max's information has been uploaded on Toyhouse! If there comes to be any changes I'll let ya'll know but for right now I hope you enjoy reading.

[samanthacreilly]

"Is that peppermint? Or maybe apple-cinnamon?" Samantha asked as she tried to decipher what flavor of ice cream the man was enjoying from afar. "It certainly smells festive. Have Fortescue's outdone themselves yet again and I've been missing out?"

@maxhcwitt

[willcwpicquery]

"Any chance either of your parents happen to be professional boxers?" Willow kicked off as she approached the other with one of the lines that had been chosen for her to romance another innocent victim to her and Roman's games. "Because you're a total knockout."

@maxhcwitt

[tuckersxwest]

"Oh really? Well if you're going to be so high and mighty about this then how about we settle it for real," Tucker gestured to some of the stands that had games for partygoers to entertain themselves with. "Highest score gets bragging rights forever and loser buys the next round of drinks?"

@maxhcwitt

[gwen-lycaon]

Who: Gwen x Max ( @gildedxink ) Where: Max's Tattoo Shop When: A few weeks after Halloween

Gwen tried to keep her breathing level as Max worked, knowing she would need to keep the canvas, which was her sternum, level for the artist. Although her chest was bare, she actually found the cold tattoo parlor to be quite comfortable against her normally hot skin. She resisted the urge to squirm as the tattoo gun traced tickles up her lower chest, knowing she'd probably get smacked if she made Max mess up.

The alpha had wanted this tattoo for some time, frequently pushing it off because family tension was higher than ever. She'd also been distracted spending every waking moment trying to comfort Max after the loss of their parents, wanting to find any way to see that smile she fell for harder and harder each day... even if just for a moment. Despite her family tension, she didn't want to burden Max with that knowledge, not after they'd just lost their own family, so she kept it quiet. A strong front is what Max needed right now and that's what she'd show. In her spiral of trying to be a supportive partner, Gwen had the idea for the tattoo again. What better way to distract your partner than letting them tattoo your boobs for four hours? Thinking about it all now caused an unintentional sigh to escape her lips, quickly darting her eyes to Max. "...Shit, sorry."

[monstermonger]

~3 months traveling in my wife’s home-country -> 100 journal pages

[whereishine]

"You need professional help." (idk intern!Max or something maybe? she’s probably judging him for something stupid like favorite pizza toppings tbh)

"Oh come on, don't knock it until you try it." Jimmy reached around Max to grab a slice of pizza out of the box that sat on his desk. On top of the pizza was black olives, chicken and feta cheese. "And you can, go on, have a slice."

[delilahhartwell]

"You're still gonna let me use your coat later, right?" Lila asked her costume companion. "Because these bodysuits do not provide a lot of warmth and it would be the gentlemanly thing for you to do, and you owe me for looking like an absolute idiot to pair with you. I could have dressed so sexy, Max," she sighed dramatically.

@maxhcwitt