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// Not around lately, will be more active tomorrow

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Peach blossoms under UV light.

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Can you come over today? Doesn't have to be immediately, after you finish work would be fine. I'm having a rough day and don't want to be alone.

txt: "Of course my love, I'll be there in a few.”

He decided to close his clinic ten minutes early, today was pretty slow in appointments. Ren drive, no, dash over to his boyfriend’s apartment as soon as possible. Many worrying thoughts wrapped his brain, but his main focus is to get there safe and sound.

He knocked on the angel’s door gently. “Hey, it’s me, Ren.”

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Ren’s eyes softened as he looked down at the ring now resting on his finger. His thumb brushed over it carefully, as if afraid he might smudge the moment somehow. He didn’t speak right away—he just stared, lips parting slightly. There was a visible tenderness in his expression, one he usually kept tucked away, but in this moment he let it show freely. “I love it. I love you.”

He had never thought he'd met anyone like this angel ever again. And he is beyond grateful that they are gifted with immortality so that they can live freely together, perhaps forever. "You know me better than myself." He chuckled, simply a joke of course. A light hearty joke. "Stay here, I'll bring the plates for the delicious cake you made." He shuffle to the kitchen to set up two plates with cakes for them to enjoy. He cannot wait to dig his teeth into the dessert to try.

He bought the two plates back to Ura, giving one to him. He eagerly try the cake, it was not too sweet, moist, contrast with fresh strawberries. He blinked, "Is this your first time making it? It tastes just like the bakery..." The simple taste turn into bigger bites.

Urara was excited but a little nervous when he rang his boyfriend's doorbell. He was so eager to see him on how birthday and he was more than happy that Ren made some time for them.

In one hand Urara held a bouquet of flowers, blue hydrangeas because he remembered Ren liked them. A small cake and a gift bag was held in the other hand. It had taken Urara some time to figure out what he wanted to get his boyfriend but he hoped he settled on something Ren liked.

He couldn't keep thinking about it too long as Ren already opened the door for him. Before he could say anything Urara already excitedly greeted him. Going inside he couldn't wait any longer and gave the dentist a sweet kiss. "Happy birthday! I would sing for you but you wouldn't want to witness that." the angel giggled and handed over the bouquet and cake, for now he held onto the gift bag.

"It's a simple strawberry cake. I made it myself so I hope it's good." he admitted with blushed cheeks. By no means was he amazing at baking and the cake looked a little rough around the edges but he did try his best to make it look pretty. "But a homemade cake always feels more special than a bought one, doesn't it?"

Today was the day, and Ren had been looking forward to his surprise. He blinked, momentarily caught off guard when Urara appeared at his door like a whirlwind of sweetness and color. Before he could say anything, soft lips met his in a kiss, drawing a smile from him as he melted into the affection.

Ren let out a low chuckle, his chest already warm with the angel’s presence. He looked down at the flowers and cake now in his hands — everything was his favorite. “Thank you, my angel. The cake looks perfect to me. Smells amazing, too. How did you know I love strawberries?”

He leaned in to kiss Urara’s cheek with rare tenderness. “Homemade does feel more special. Especially coming from you.” He helped him set everything down on the table before his eyes flicked to the gift bag still in Urara’s hand.

“Oooh What did you get me?” It was a rare display of enthusiasm from Ren, but the genuine sparkle in his eyes said it all. He closed the door behind them and led Urara further inside, heart full. His head began to run into ideas: a tooth plant holder? Science books? or something more surprising?

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I'm just here to remind you that I love you and that you are doing great. Take deep breaths and remember to take breaks. Do you have some time today? I'll pick you up from work and we could get dinner together. Plus then I could also check on the plants we got!~

Txt: "I am doing great, my angel. You don't need to pick me up, just tell me the restaurant that you want to go~ Dinner's on me." :)

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Ren was definitely intrigued by Fuji the moment he first saw him at the clinic. He’d treated a few vampire clients before, but none of them stood out quite like him. There was something different about this one—and Ren accepted him, just as he was. Like a good demon boy should.

A flicker of guilt surged through him again, prompting a quiet sigh. “I know, I’m sorry. That’s why I wanted… to satisfy you. To make up for it.” With gentle hands, he helped the vampire remove the last of his clothing, letting his gaze briefly roam across the intricate tattoos inked into pale skin—his entire body, really. Without realizing it, a faint blush crept onto Ren’s cheeks, quickly followed by a smirk of amusement.

“Ahem—I like your tattoos,” he muttered, about to guide the vampire toward the tub. But he paused mid-step at the firm tug on his shirt, a loud demand to join him. He bit his lower lip in a teasing one, silently reasoning with himself. Maybe if Fuji drank from him, it would help—even if only temporarily. Without another word, Ren pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a smooth, toned chest and arms—his skin like a blank white canvas before discarding the rest of his clothes.

Txt: Can I visit you at the bar? -Ren to Mount Fuji

Fuji was quite surprised to receive a message from Ren. It's been a while, and they didn't meet in private yet. Changing this sounded like a good idea. There was something among the doctor that intrigued him.

Txt: Feel free to come, there's still some time before my set for tonight starts.

He looked at his phone for some seconds before he added:

Txt: Looking forward to see you.

Because it's been the truth. His fingers even prickled lightly in eager anticipation as he grabbed his drink again.

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Ren’s jaw tightened, just for a second — a natural reflex he didn’t even try to hide. He recognized the signs immediately: the blown pupils, the twitch behind her smile, the way her legs wobbled like they were barely holding her up. He usually kept his distance from women in her state. But there was something about her. Something that tugged at a part of him that he should help.

“I’m Ren,” he said finally, voice low and even, like he was trying not to spook her. His hand lingered in hers for a beat longer than it should have before retreating to the safety of his coat pocket. It was obvious that he never done this kind of exchange before, judging the way he carried himself. Is best to not tell her what his true intentions were.

“Yes, my apartment’s just a few blocks from here,” he added, trying to keep his tone casual. “Figured we could talk more there. Warm you up a little.” Not a lie. Not the whole truth either.

She was still alert, at least enough to understand him. That much he could tell from the way her gaze tracked his, foggy but still responsive. He wasn’t sure how long that would last, which made his timing even more important. He just wanted to get out of here.

He started walking, slow on the streets full of red lights. After a few paces, he glanced back at her, offering a small lift of his eyebrow, “So… you in?”

Kat had been crying on the sidewalk. Her mind fogged up from the drugs she was on unable to think clearly at the moment. She didn't even know which street she was on in regards to the Red Light District. Forcing herself to stand as her legs wobbled.

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// the feeling of dont know where to start when following RPers is so real ><

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Ren blinked, mouth parting slightly in amusement. Even now—pale, blood-drained, legs wobbling like a fawn—he somehow managed to act like royalty on the verge of exile. And he'd be happy to serve him. He resisted the urge to smirk, biting the inside of his cheek instead as he watched the vampire groan and take his hand.

“You’re lucky I’m into sharp-tongued vampires,” Ren muttered, curling his fingers around Fuji’s hand and guiding him slowly toward the bathroom. “Demon wine doesn’t melt cocks off, by the way. I heard it gives vampires temporary increase in power and becoming strong...temporarily.” He hinted truthfully, giving him enough convince for the vampire to have the urge to consume his blood even more.

“Don’t worry,” he added slyly, “I’ll be gentle with your royal locks. Everything for you, Your Majesty." They entered the bathroom, he start off by turning on the water tub and resume to undress Fuji piece by piece.

Txt: Can I visit you at the bar? -Ren to Mount Fuji

Fuji was quite surprised to receive a message from Ren. It's been a while, and they didn't meet in private yet. Changing this sounded like a good idea. There was something among the doctor that intrigued him.

Txt: Feel free to come, there's still some time before my set for tonight starts.

He looked at his phone for some seconds before he added:

Txt: Looking forward to see you.

Because it's been the truth. His fingers even prickled lightly in eager anticipation as he grabbed his drink again.

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He didn’t meet Fuji’s gaze at first, still cleaning up the remnants of his guilt in the form of bloodied cloths and supplies. It was Fuji's hinted of his usual teasing self that made Ren relieved. He glanced up finally, brows raised slightly, wanting to smile so bad.

As Fuji mentioned staying, Ren’s shoulders eased ever so slightly. Tension dropped from his frame like weights he didn’t know he was carrying. He can preach Ren whatever he wants at this moment, he was glad he decided to stay. He is a bad boy after all.

Then Fuji suggested drinking his blood, and Ren stiffened—but not from fear. He tilted his head a little, the smile returning, more guarded this time. “You’d probably hate the taste. Too bitter. Like regret and poorly aged demon wine.” After a second of thinking deeply, he slipped, "I'll let you drink it." So that they're even.

He stepped back to give Fuji space, nodding toward the bathroom down the hall. "Let's get you to shower." He reached out his hand as an offer to help him up.

Txt: Can I visit you at the bar? -Ren to Mount Fuji

Fuji was quite surprised to receive a message from Ren. It's been a while, and they didn't meet in private yet. Changing this sounded like a good idea. There was something among the doctor that intrigued him.

Txt: Feel free to come, there's still some time before my set for tonight starts.

He looked at his phone for some seconds before he added:

Txt: Looking forward to see you.

Because it's been the truth. His fingers even prickled lightly in eager anticipation as he grabbed his drink again.

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Ren was on his way home from work at his clinic. Normally, he avoided the Red Light District for personal reasons, but today the main street was closed, leaving him no choice but to take this route. Ugh, wonderful. From a distance, he spotted a woman—someone who looked entirely devastated. He sighed and approached her cautiously, taking careful steps. When he reached her, he offered a hand to help her up just like any other human would do. "You good?" he asked, his tone neutral, void of emotion.

Kat had been crying on the sidewalk. Her mind fogged up from the drugs she was on unable to think clearly at the moment. She didn't even know which street she was on in regards to the Red Light District. Forcing herself to stand as her legs wobbled.

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ooc

Now that i am active, i know i dropped a lot of threads while im away. Feel free to send me plots/chat for new thread or like this post for me you send you a starter. :) SORRY AGAINNN

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Still locked in that kiss, they moved together, lips brushing, hands roaming. He hardly noticed when his shirt was tugged off, only aware of the growing heat between them.

Ren willingly let himself fall back onto the mattress. The softness caught him, but it was Kou’s weight, straddling him, that truly anchored him in the moment. He looked maleficent like this, and is driving him crazy. The dim light from outside framed Kou like something out of a fever dream.

Ren’s breath hitched, his heartbeat quickened when he felt those hands on him, exploring. There was something both worshipful and hungry in Kou’s touch. Ren's lips curled into a smirk, eyes dark and steady.

“And I always knew how hot you are.” he murmured, voice low and teasing, a faint rasp in his throat. One of his hands slid up to rest against Kou’s hip, fingers brushing against warm skin. His moans began to be out of sync, and they haven't even getting to the best part yet. He let Kou explore what he needed there on his body, and do whatever he desires. His hands began fiddling with the top of Kou's pants, wanting it off.

8. Sender whispers in receiver's ear they want to get out of there.

It was stuffy, vaguely uncomfortable. His chest heaved—though not unpleasantly. What he did know was that he needed to get out of there… with Kou. Just getting out would be enough. "Y-Yes…" he nodded firmly, his eyes scanning Kou's.

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Ren felt as if he were being pulled into another dimension—one where he surrendered to every desire without hesitation. And tonight, it seemed, was the night he would finally indulge in his reward. He knew exactly how Kou was, and what he was capable of, and still—he enjoyed challenging the guitarist anyway.

The car ride felt excruciatingly slow from his perspective. He was eager, nearly trembling with restraint, forced to keep it all in while confined to that damn seat. Patience is key, they say. But every second dragged, and his patience frayed with each passing moment.

By the time they arrived at Kou’s place, Ren was hanging by a thread. As soon as the door shut behind them, he was caught off guard by the sudden rush of a kiss—but he welcomed it. A moan escaped against Kou’s lips, his passion meeting Kou’s without hesitation. His fingers tangled in the back of the guitarist’s hair, gripping tightly as he deepened the kiss. God, his scent is intoxicating.

Without another thought, Ren began to trail at the ends of Kou's shirt, tugging them out. He wanted to strip the man's out of every piece.

8. Sender whispers in receiver's ear they want to get out of there.

It was stuffy, vaguely uncomfortable. His chest heaved—though not unpleasantly. What he did know was that he needed to get out of there… with Kou. Just getting out would be enough. "Y-Yes…" he nodded firmly, his eyes scanning Kou's.

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Ren was in a daze—likely from the alcohol, though the crowded bar certainly didn’t help. He was still conscious, at least. Thankfully, he had good company tonight—like Kou. He let Kou drag him outside, something he was silently grateful for.

It wasn’t often that Ren agreed to nights like this. But he deserved a little attention every now and then, didn’t he? After all, he had spent his life caring for others. “Yes, I’ll join you,” he said, his voice low but firm. “And don’t hold back. Don’t you dare hold back.”

8. Sender whispers in receiver's ear they want to get out of there.

It was stuffy, vaguely uncomfortable. His chest heaved—though not unpleasantly. What he did know was that he needed to get out of there… with Kou. Just getting out would be enough. "Y-Yes…" he nodded firmly, his eyes scanning Kou's.

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8. Sender whispers in receiver's ear they want to get out of there.

It was stuffy, vaguely uncomfortable. His chest heaved—though not unpleasantly. What he did know was that he needed to get out of there… with Kou. Just getting out would be enough. "Y-Yes…" he nodded firmly, his eyes scanning Kou's.