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Summary: Happy Halloween! Here is what was supposed to be a oneshot about vampire Jake and happy little solo artist Danny but I kind of took off with it. Originally it was posted in two parts on AO3.

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Danny Wagner *slash please don’t read if it’s not your cup of tea

Warnings: absolutely no minors! m/m sex scenes, oral m receiving, angst, biting, drinking blood, sharing blood, if I missed anything please let me know

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Word count: ~12.4k

Chicago, fall of 1973, it was exactly 50 years ago on the dot and the old rustic bar still stood its ground in front of you. Its brick structure was crumbling around the edges, but stubbornly holding onto its life and its place amongst humanity just as you were.

Memories of your last night here all those years ago still played freshly in your mind like reels from the first moving picture you ever saw.

It was a lifetime ago for anyone who didn’t have the time you had. An eternity.

Piwnic Cellar, was the name of the bar. Paying homage to the original owners Polish heritage. Although you always found it foolish that the name literally translated into ‘basement’ cellar, which was a little redundant, the place held a home in some corner of your still-beating heart.

The place oozed a European atmosphere even with it being over 4,000 miles away from its point of influence.

Not many Chicagoans knew of the bar's existence. Even far less than the last time you had visited you came to notice upon entering. The ones who did, more than likely knew of its reputation for housing the damned. Typically only those curious of the fantasy, or outsiders wandering too far off the tourists' beaten path, found their way in and mingled with the dark that resided within.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” a caramel coated voice smoothed its way into your ear as soon as you found a secluded seat at the end of the old wooden bar. You liked to associate feelings with what you remembered food tasting like, just one more annoying and tattered string still holding you together to your past self.

“I could say the same” you replied with a smirk, looking over to see a familiar face underneath decades of styling changes. “Didn’t know if I’d still find you here”.

Irene had become a close friend to you back in your Chicago days. Although then she had long naturally dried wavy locks, hand painted freckles to make her complexion more friendly and like it had seen the sun in less than a hundred years.

Now she didn’t bother with the makeup, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight. You were sure yours looked paper thin since it had been so long since you had fed you were wearing yourself dangerously thin. Her hair was cut short now and pin-straight, surely having to change it up so that her endless youth wouldn’t go too noticed.

The look did give her a more mature edge than the groovy flowery girl you had come to adore before. Though when she smiled at your unexpected visit, you knew she herself hadn’t changed and she was just as glad to see you after so long as you were her.

“What brings you back to town? Where the hell have you been?” Her smile never broke as she hounded you with questions all while retrieving a glass from under the bar and pouring you a whisky neat from a cloudy unmarked glass bottle. She knew how you liked the aged liquor.

“Europe mostly” you answered as you swirled the amber liquid around before tossing it back and placing it down for another.

“Figures, you always talked about spending more time there. I took a break from here for a bit. Went to South America for a few years. Had some wild times even you wouldn’t believe”. She laughed when your brows raised at her, knowing all too well that you had surely gotten yourself into some more trouble at one point or another as well.

Your eyes scanned the vast room while she left you to sip on your next glass to help another patron. The interior of the bar had changed just a bit. An upgrade in furniture, new upholstery on the booths, and lighting fixtures, but it still felt the same.

Besides Irene, there wasn’t anyone else you knew there tonight. Though you didn’t know who, you knew all too well exactly what the majority of them were. They were like you. Lost souls doomed to roam the Earth in misery and darkness.

“If you’re searching for anyone from your group of vigilantes, most of them left when you disappeared. The couple that stuck around didn’t stay quiet and got hunted down. Poor fools”. Irene clicked her tongue and shook her head at having to be the one to inform you that some of your friends had died, but that wasn’t why you were here.

Matter of fact, you didn’t know why you were back here. When you left you left for a reason. You didn’t want to run in that crowd anymore, it was becoming dangerous, and from the sounds of it you were glad you got out when you did.

There were those out there who thought your ailment was a gift. An endless number of chances to get life done right, and you had succeeded for the most part. You had money, like you even needed money at this point, you had traveled far and wide, you even picked up a few languages on the way like Portuguese and Latin.

Besides everything you’d experienced, you had come to realize just how lonely you were.

Your kind was meant to pack together, otherwise spending all this time alone could easily drive one insane. Obviously you had tried to fit in, make yourself a part of a group, a family, but your stubborn unwillingness to treat other life as mere food had alienated you from a lot of your kind.

So you found yourself alone most of the time, sticking to the shadows and only taking from those what you needed to survive. That’s what your life had been reduced to, primal survival, and now here you were searching for something more. Something to keep the madness from taking you, for any emotion other than loneliness, and for love.

More time passed than you had even realized, only knowing how close to dawn it was getting by the way your body started to feel drained. You needed to feed at some point tonight, the whiskey wasn’t going to hold you over much longer.

Just as the thought crossed your mind, the door opened and an intoxicating smell entered in along with a tall curly raven haired man.

What is he doing here? You thought to yourself, as you held your breath, eyes carefully following the figure as he walked confidently through the bar and took a seat at a booth. Is he alone? Is he waiting for someone?

You couldn’t tear your eyes from him as you waited to see what his presence in the bar was for. Finally, someone else approached him and he smiled, getting up to greet the person like it was the first time meeting before they both sat down together.

“Like that one do you?” Irene asked you from behind since nearly your whole body had turned in the chair to get a better look.

“Do you know him?” You asked back, desperate for any bit of information you could learn about this strangely appealing man.

“Never seen him before, but you know humans only make it in here if they’re looking for something, or they were lured. By the way you and his friend is looking at him I’d assume-”

“You know I’m not like that” you cut her off, turning back around in the chair and resuming staring off into the distance instead. The whisky stung as it slid down your throat, you were so raw that it tasted metallic.

She shrugged her shoulders and left you to be again. You tried to remain calm, but your ears were subconsciously tuning into their conversation.

“Thank you so much for coming, I thought maybe I had scared you off by asking you to come out so late and to this bar of all places” the man accompanying him at the table spoke.

“Of course, and I don’t mind, I like antiques and old places like this”.

You and the man laughed under your breath, like antiques do you? You don’t even know who you’re talking to.

You could hear his heart beating loudly, echoing off the stone walls, the only heartbeat around in a room full of people. You knew why he was here, but you didn’t want to acknowledge it.

As your breath quickened, you forced your attention away from the two of them. Just the thought of feeding was sending you spiraling and you knew you would have to get out of here soon if you were going to hunt before the night was over.

You closed your eyes, trying to listen to anything other than their conversation or the sound of the heartbeat behind you until the banging started to get louder.

“What can I get you?” Irene asked the person who was now standing next to you ordering a couple of drinks.

Irene was the best damn bartender you had ever met, but she took her time making the drinks, prolonging the time the two of you shared a small space.

“Hey, are you alright?” He asked, placing his hand on the bar top next to where you were doubled over in pain.

Straightening up quickly, you were met with his hazel gaze looking right at you. A softness in his expression that only someone who wasn’t troubled with a thing in the world could manage.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking” you tried to sound sincere and warm, but your breath ended up coming out forced and icy.

“I’m Danny” he lifted the hand resting on the bar in an offer to shake, and smiled showing all his pearly white, straight, and non-threatening teeth.

“Jake” you accepted his invitation, hesitantly reaching for his hand with yours.

His skin was so warm, hot even, and you could feel the blood rushing just under the thin skin. You pulled away quickly, and if you could blush with embarrassment then you were sure your face would have been painted. “Nice to meet you”.

“Are you here alone?” Danny collected the two glasses from the table but paused to continue to speak with you for just a bit longer.

You didn’t have to answer, it was obvious.

“Would you like to join us?”

You could feel the man sitting at the table behind you closely watching the interaction, more than likely listening in on your entire conversation like you had theirs.

“No, I don’t think your date would want me interrupting”. You hoped maybe Danny would deny he was here on a date, but he only shrugged his shoulders “If you change your mind we’re just over there”. He flashed another toothy smile before leaving you alone again, you trying not to turn your head and watch him walk away for fear you might just get up and follow him. You were not in the best head space right now to be socializing.

As the hour changed from late night to early morning, you maintained your spot at the end of the bar and kept your ears tuned into the two behind you sharing stories and laughs wishing it were you that was the one casually getting to know Danny.

Even though he wasn’t talking to you, you heard everything he said. He was soft spoken, and incredibly cheerful considering he was in dangerous company. Gullible wasn’t a word you would use to describe him though. He held an air of confidence, did not for one moment let it slip that he was maybe a little too out of place here.

The patrons that remained were thinning as dawn was just around the corner. Once Danny and his date decided to leave, you found yourself silently stalking behind them.

You had to make sure he would be safe, nervous beyond hell that his companion was just waiting for the right moment to get him alone and devour him in one go.

Thankfully, they parted ways at the end of the block.

Although Danny had no idea you had followed them from the bar, the man turned and made eye contact with you hiding in the shadow, shooting you a challenging look before disappearing down the next street.

Danny made it to the train station, alone, before you decided he was in the clear and high tailed it back to your hotel.

Once inside your room you double checked all the windows were covered and popped open the mini fridge. Because you took the time to follow Danny you’d eliminated the chance to eat again.

There were three blood bags left after you took one, ripping the top off and downing the whole thing too quickly.

It burned your throat as you drank, but you immediately grabbed another and finished it in the same manner.

After having your fill but still feeling empty and drained inside, you flopped onto the bed face first and tossed the light down comforter on top of you, effectively shrouding yourself in even more blackness until you drifted into another dreamless sleep.

The next few nights you found yourself at the bar again, just waiting for Danny to show back up. He did return, every night for that matter, but never with the same person.

“Jake”,

“Danny”.

Those were the only words you said to each other when he would slip away to say hi to you as he ordered whatever he was in the mood for.

And you held onto that.

Everyone in the bar seemed to enjoy his company. He was a refreshing addition to the usually dull and stagnant atmosphere. The embodiment of a ray of sunshine through the endless nights. Laughing and flirting with just about anyone who waited for their chance to get him a drink. No doubt all sharing the same hidden thought and intention. Who was going to be the first to get a drink of him?

You didn’t join in on the consorting. Instead, you kept your safe distance.

Although every early morning before the sun came up you silently walked behind him. Ensuring again that he got to the train station in one piece without any problems from any of his nightly companions. You wondered just how long it would take him to realize that the longer he hung around, the more he put himself in jeopardy.

“Jake” he nodded his head in your direction as he waited for Irene to make his first drink of the night.

You held your tongue this time, even though his name was the only thing you had been able to hear in your head as you had held your breath in anticipation for his arrival.

He cocked an eyebrow at your even more than usual silence, turning his body to lean his hip against the bar.

“Everything alright?” He questioned with a bit of a snicker in his tone since he knew you were just going to brush him off like you had the first time he’d asked you how you were doing.

You bit your lip, hard, nearly drawing blood from the pressure. Your mind was running wild with thoughts of what you wanted but were too apprehensive of acting on until your mouth opened and the words spilled out.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

His mouth fell open for a moment as he tried to comprehend what you’d just said, before the corners twitched up into his characteristic bright smile.

“I thought you’d never ask”.

You waited for him to finish the drink he’d just ordered before the two of you left together. He didn’t seem to mind the others watching, but you could feel their hungry prying eyes, ripping you to shreds.

“Where do you want to go?” You questioned as soon as you had him out onto the street. Your plan, or lack thereof, had ended the moment you got him outside.

The only way you could tell it was a cool night was the way the gentle breeze raised tiny bumps on his beautifully sun-tanned skin. Yours stayed cold as the brisk air and pale from lack of exposure.

Danny chuckled, catching onto your nervousness. “Well, I figured ‘get out of here’ kind of alluded to your place?”

“Oh, you did?” You let a small laugh fall from your lips as well at his boldness. People these days really didn’t have anything to be ashamed of did they? You didn’t mind though, because Danny was partially right. You just wanted to get him alone, so tired of seeing him mingle with everyone else but you and at your own fault.

“I’ve seen the way you watch me Jake. Know you’ve been interested” he simpered as he continued to walk beside you towards an unknown destination. “Why didn’t you ever say something?”

You hadn’t said much to him at all, although you felt like you knew him from the way you’d watched and listened. Or at least you knew the bubbly, friendly, flirtatious person he presented himself as at the bar and now as the two of you strolled through an old park filled with rolling grassy hills and abstract art sculptures, stopping every so often to marvel at them.

“They just don’t make art like they used to” you mumbled under your breath while examining a particularly odd hunk of crafted metal trying to understand the idea behind the piece.

“And what type of art do you prefer then?” Danny questioned, not quite ready to leave the previous subject behind, but still willing to talk to you about anything and everything. From your peripheral you caught him eying you instead of the sculpture as he waited for your response.

“Art with meaning, emotion, an intention to cross boundaries and cause unique thought” you answered him, continuing along. “What about you? Do you like art?”

“I like anything that makes me smile, and feel good. Some art does that, some I don’t quite understand” Danny replied honestly, not very profound, but still endearing.

“There are a plethora of emotions to explore Danny, not just happiness, and art can bring those emotions out of you if you allow it to”.

“Sure, but don’t you want to be happy all the time? I’d much rather watch a funny movie rather than something that will make me want to cry” you had walked ahead, but Danny caught up with you, his hand brushing against yours as he met your side again. “What emotion do you feel the most?”

He was serious in his question this time, up until now having been mostly playful in his tone and conversation.

You thought about what to respond with, thinking surely this gentle giant might be frightened away by the depth of turmoil you felt, but the answer you gave surprised yourself. You looked around the dark cityscape, having made your way out of the park and onto another street lined with closed shops just waiting for the morning to reopen their doors and go about their business.

“Nostalgia”.

“Ah, that’s a complicated one” Danny nodded his head, allowing his hand to brush against yours once again, this time seemingly on purpose.

“It is” you agreed, complicated indeed and you had been struggling with the complication since your return.

“Can I ask you something else now?” You proposed to Danny, him nodding his head again to tell you to go ahead. “Earlier you said ‘I thought you’d never ask’ and you ‘know I’ve been interested’, why didn’t you say something? Or, is this all just a game to you?”

You swallowed down hard, trying not to be afraid of the question you’d asked and of the answer he might give.

Danny allowed himself to take your hand for real this time, stopping you and pulling it towards his chest so that you could feel the heat radiating off of it and the loud thumping sound returned to your ears.

“I’m not playing a game Jake. I’ve noticed because I like the way you look at me. Not like I’m just some form of fleeting entertainment, like I actually mean something”.

He brought your hand up to his mouth, and ran your knuckles against his lips, his warm breath caressing your skin with every exhale through his nose. Then he flattened your hand across his cheek, and leaned his head into it.

He didn’t seem to notice the icy cool of your touch, or if he did, he didn’t mind as his eyes fluttered closed and you used your hold on him to drag him down into a kiss.

The two of you drifted through the night on the streets, hand in hand and bodies pressed close against each other until you found yourself staring at him from across the elevator on the long ride up to your room.

“You staying in the pent house or something?” Danny chuckled breathily as he watched the little red lights above the doors increase in number the higher you went.

“Yes, actually” you replied dryly, not for the luxury factor though, out of certain necessity he wouldn’t know.

A quiet ding finally signaled the elevator had reached its requested floor, just before Danny launched himself at you. His hands wrapped into your hair and pulled you back into a heated kiss as yours trailed up the expanse of his back. Walking backwards you guided him out into the small hallway and to the door of the only room on the floor.

You had to break the kiss long enough to find the keycard in your pocket, Danny sighing in frustration at the lack of contact until you were kissing him again, blindly slapping the card around behind you.

Finally the key hit just right and the magnetized lock whirred as the door clicked open and the two of you fumbled inside.

Danny reached down to pull your shirt off you first, showing that he wasn’t planning on wasting anymore time with ‘getting to know each other’.

His hands explored your bare skin, lighting a fire in their wake, his thumbs slowing to a stop as they found your nipples.

You exhaled against his lips, him using the parting as a chance to dive his tongue inside to explore there next.

You whimpered and pulled away though, afraid that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself for much longer and sharp teeth could accidentally pierce the wet muscle.

“Are you alright?” He asked, this time expecting an actual answer as he held your shoulders and peered down at you.

“I’m just scared of hurting you” it came out in a whisper, but when you looked back up to see his face, calm and smiling, you knew he’d heard you.

“You won’t hurt me Jake” he assured you, unaware of how easily it actually would be despite the size difference.

He cupped your face with one palm and placed tender kisses on the opposite cheek, trailing them down until he was dropping to his knees in front of you and unbuckling your belt.

“Danny, the bed is right there” you pointed out that you had stopped just short of the large king mattress still messy from your last sleep.

“I know” he replied, successfully unbuttoning your pants, drawing down the zipper, and freeing your hardened length.

He laid more gentle kisses on the tip, and down the shaft, until he was licking a stripe back up and wrapping his lips around you.

A moan escaped and you tangled a hand into the hair at the top of his head only to ground yourself.

Was this really happening right now? After all the time you had laid awake during the day, imagining any form of intimacy with Danny, here he was pleasuring you.

It had been years since you had been with someone you actually cared about. Someone who actually stirred those feelings inside you that had stayed dormant for so long. Emotions? What emotions do I feel now?

Desire, serenity, adoration, happiness… Danny made you feel happy.

Danny was a work of art that the both of you admired. For you, the kind that brought you the range of emotion you yearned for, and for him the kind that brought happiness.

“Danny” you growled his name, causing him to look up through his lashes from where he was working. His mouth was full of you so all he could do was hum around you sending an electric shock of sensation up your spine.

“Up. Bed. Now”. You said each word through a tight jaw as you helped him up and tore his own shirt from him.

He fell back into the bed, his mop of hair sprawling out around him like how some artists painted glowing halos or crowns around their subjects.

You felt like the animal you were as you crawled on all fours and stalked him up the bed until your arms and legs were wrapped around him and you were burrowing your face deep within the crook of his neck.

You sucked the skin there between your lips, careful to not nip it with your teeth, and lapping over it with your tongue. You could hear his heart rate increase, the way the blood pumped faster through his veins just under the surface.

Your senses were completely envaded and engulfed by him. The taste, the smell, the feeling, all him.

“Oh god, please, just do it Jake” Danny whined, one hand coming up to thread his fingers between your hair at the back of your head and hold you there. “Bite me”.

Yes, bite him, drink, make him yours. A tempting voice rang through your head, the voice of the rabid beast you kept hidden within you.

Your gums ached, teeth begging to sink themselves into any bit of flesh they could get a hold of. No!

“What?” You panted, pulling back just a bit but not yet able to tear yourself away. You tried to calm yourself, telling the voice in your head that he could just like it rough, he could like the occasional teasing bite. He was by no means suggesting you feed from him.

“Jake, it’s ok. I know you’re hungry, and I don’t want to stop. I want you to have me in every way you need”.

Wait, he does want me to feed on him? You were confused, torn. You didn’t want to stop either, you wanted to ravish him completely. But you were so hungry. The past few nights of neglecting the hunt yet again had put you past your limit.

“Danny, what? I… do you…?” You couldn’t form the right words, unable to pry from him if he truly knew what he was asking of you.

“I do, I know what you are, and it’s ok” he brought his other hand up between your shoulder blades, rubbing his fingers in and pushing you back down until you were buried in the whirlwind that was his intoxicating scent again.

Without further question, unable to deny yourself any longer, you felt your fangs emerge. Flicking your tongue over them once, ever so slowly and as soft as you could possibly manage, you sunk your teeth into the curve where his neck met the top of his shoulder.

He gasped in a high pitch at the momentary pain, until the endorphins took over and he relaxed all of his muscles.

It was an unnatural reaction, but one your supernatural powers had subconscious control over. It wouldn’t be an easy task to stay hidden and feed while your prey screamed and feebly attempted to fight you off of them. Instead your species had somehow developed a chemical reaction to the bite that tricked the brain into thinking that the pain was actually pleasure.

Danny seemed to really enjoy it though, slipping a hand between your bodies and groping himself over his pants as you drank him in.

You seized his wrist and pinned it up on the pillow over his head, sliding your hips over until they were square with his and grinding down.

He let out a moan that trailed off into a whimper as you managed to unlatch your mouth and drag your tongue over his fresh wound. With not even a single drop spilled, you moved from his neck, littering open mouth kisses across his chest that left behind slightly pink blotches until you reached his hips.

He lifted them to help you as you shucked off his pants, taking his underwear down with them and tossing them both onto the floor.

You wanted to return him the favor as you saw him perked up over his stomach. Ready and waiting for a touch, a kiss, anything, but your mind was preoccupied still with what you had started.

Your hand smoothed up his legs, stopping on his knees and spreading them open for you to fit between them. You connected your mouth to him again. The skin here was still as smooth but roughened your lips with the hair. It was a nice feeling though, as you drug them across his inner thigh, the muscles there quivering and tightening.

This time he cried out when you bit down, his back arching off the bed. Your hands had to circle around his thigh to hold him still as you drank again.

He was intoxicating. Tasted like crisp apples steeped in whisky and syrup. An interesting combination but oh so delicious.

You could have tasted him all night, but you knew you’d taken enough, at least enough to satiate you for now.

Once you released him again, you pricked the pad of your thumb before letting your fangs retreat. You had to be quick at rubbing your thumb over his wounds before yours healed, watching as his skin slowly mended with nothing but a raised flushed bruise in place as a reminder of what had happened.

You kissed the bruise, Danny groaning and twitching still underneath you until you rose to see he was coming down from an orgasm.

“Oh, did you?” You couldn’t help but let a smirk cross your face as you took in the sight of Danny’s release glistening across his abdomen.

“Shut up, you don’t have to say anything about it” Danny’s face somehow managed to turn red despite the amount of blood you had taken and the amount that was still circulating through his lower half.

“Don’t be embarrassed, minha arte” you comforted him by tucking a lock of hair behind his ear and noticing he still had the wound on his neck.

He stopped you before you could move to try and heal it, grabbing your hand and placing it on his cheek like he’d done before.

“Leave it, doesn’t hurt. What was that? Spanish?” He let you continue to touch him, questioning what you’d said in hopes you might say something more.

“Close, Portuguese” you smiled down at him, savoring in the calm he emitted.

“Now, I have some questions for you before we continue”.

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You sat quietly in a chair next to the window playing over in your head all that had happened in the night hours.

Not sleeping during the day was always difficult, and if you hadn’t had the pleasure of a warm meal then your body probably would have given out hours ago. Even if sleep sounded wonderful, you weren’t 100% sure you could trust leaving yourself so valuable in your current company during the day. Though they had done nothing but peacefully sleep since you left them in bed.

You straightened your back against the wall and gently pulled the heavy black curtain covering the window next to you to the side, sending a ray of sunshine through the unnaturally dark room. You were careful not to draw the curtain back too far, just enough to drown the body in your bed in a pool of warm light.

Danny didn’t stir, not even a flinch or twitch of his brow when the sunlight engulfed him. He just continued to soundly sleep.

In the light, you could see the color in his skin, tanned and pink with blue-green veins just underneath the surface. A few purple bruises littered his otherwise perfect skin, evidence of how you had completely ruined him. He slept on his stomach, one leg free of the covers and nearly falling off the side of the bed, and one arm tucked up underneath his pillow. His raven hair was a dark contrast to the crisp white but visibly softer in comparison.

Some might think you were eying him with hunger (after having a taste the beast within was definitely scratching at the back of your brain, but you had learned to keep that side of yourself at bay for the most part). Danny had looked past that though and seen the real way you looked at him. In awe.

Letting the curtain slide back into place the sun disappeared back behind it. Your eyes hurt. From not sleeping after the night you just had, and from the residual UV you were no longer able to see for more than just a few brief moments at a time. It only took a minute for them to heal though and you were back to yourself. Sight adjusting to the dark the way it was now designed to be.

Danny had answered every question you’d hurled his way, which mostly satisfied you, but more questions still pricked at your mind.

“First of all, how did you know what I am?” You asked after Danny had so calmly and wantingly let you feed on him.

You remembered the way Danny sat up in the bed, causing your faces to come only centimeters apart. Your head was spinning from smelling the blood underneath the wound still on his neck.

“It’s sort of a long story, but I kind of know a few others, and once you know, it’s easy to spot you guys out. Especially when you all hang out in the same shitty bars every night” he’d flashed a crooked smile, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you even closer until you were having to crawl into his lap.

“Know a few others?” Your eyebrows knit together as you attempted to pry for more information. Yet you still placed your hands on his shoulders, careful not to get too close to his neck in case it was now tender to the touch.

He sucked his teeth, he knew this conversation would come, but there were so many other things on his mind right then. Like the way you felt when he used his grip to rock your hips into him, your still hardened length rubbing against his that was spent but quickly regrowing.

“I’ve been to nearly all the old grungy bars in Chicago, befriended a guy named Giovanni. He was a weird guy, always talked like it was the 20s or something. He told me his secret then just disappeared”.

“At first I didn’t believe him, I just thought ‘damn that guy is crazy’. But then I thought, ‘what if he wasn’t lying?’ So I went looking for him. Guy knew a lot of people around here, guess he was some kind of mob boss back in the day and still had a lot of loyal friends. That probably kept me out of trouble, because no one wanted to mess with one of Gio’s guys”.

“He told you his secret?” It was obvious what he meant, but you couldn’t believe this Giovanni guy had just casually revealed such a thing to a human and for no particular reason. Then your face felt uncharacteristically hot, a sudden possessiveness overcoming you. “Did he ever feed on you?”

Danny looked up, his hand moving up your back in feather light brushes of his fingertips along your spine until it came to rest on the back of your neck and he pulled you down into a kiss.

“No,” he quickly became shy, knowing now what an intimate experience it could be, “just then was the first time”. His breath came out hot against your cheek as he let his lips trail down to your neck now.

You shuddered at the feeling, that really was such a sensitive spot, and yet Danny had let you there knowing what you wanted to do all along.

“So, did you end up finding him?” Danny was doing a good job trying to distract you. Kissing and even nibbling all along the curve of your neck and across your collar then over to the other side, but you needed to know the rest of the story. How it ended with him walking into that particular bar the same night you returned to Chicago.

“No, I haven’t, but someone told me a few places to check. I’d go to a spot, stay a few nights and see if he’d turn up, then move onto the next one. Piwnic Cellar was the hardest one to find and the last on my list.”

“Where are you going to look next then?” You hadn’t found a reason for why you had come back to Chicago yet, but if Danny asked you to, you would help him look for his friend, even if every fiber of your being would want to fight to keep him all to yourself.

Danny unlatched his lips from your cool skin with a slight whimper of disappointment from you, liking too much the way his mouth heated you up everywhere he kissed. He shook his head “I don’t think I’m going to look for him anymore. If I haven’t found him yet, then I don’t think he wants to be found.” He took a moment to organize his thoughts, the friction that had been steadily growing between your bodies slowing if only for a moment. “Besides, I’ve found someone better”.

“He was a good friend, helped me in a lot of ways when he was around. He was always just that though, and he left me”.

A new wave of emotions washed over you, protectiveness of course, but also the want to comfort him, slight pity, and disdain for your kind’s fleeting habits. Before you could correctly put together what you truly wanted you blurted out “I can be your friend Danny”.

A breathy chuckle left him, his chest rising and falling against yours with how close you were holding yourselves together. “I don’t want to just be your friend Jake.”

A sly smile played itself on your face, because Danny was telling you that he felt the same way you felt in this moment. “Then what do you want?” You had to make sure though, you wanted him to tell you, to hear him say it and revel in the way his voice sounded the words.

“I want to be lovers, starting tonight, right now”.

You crashed your lips back into his, the impact so hard that his bottom lip was slightly cut open against his teeth.

“Sorry” you apologized, tasting the hint of sweet blood again and turning you on all the more.

To fix it you bit down onto the tip of your tongue and used your thumb to gently pull on his swollen lip so you could investigate the damage. Right in the middle was the tiny gash in the delicate glistening skin. You licked over the cut, immediately healing it, and then continued to kiss him only this time slowly and more carefully.

“When you said you want me to have you any way I needed?” you began to ask another question when you pulled back, only this time your questions would hopefully lead to something fun.

“Mhmmm” Danny hummed, nuzzling his face back into the crook of your neck and beginning to wiggle his hips upwards from underneath you hoping you would get the hint.

You used just a little bit of your strength to push him back down onto the pillows, his eyes blowing wide with surprise and then glowing with excitement.

“Well I want to…” you let your voice trail off, not because you were embarrassed, but because you liked the way Danny was squirming from the anticipation. You were still straddling him, but you moved a knee between his legs, then the other, until you were spreading them back apart and ghosting your fingers along the pink mark still left on his thigh.

“You want to what Jake?” He lifted a leg and let the back of his calf hook around your waist in an attempt to keep you there this time.

The next move he made sent you into an absolute frenzy. He ran his hand up the expanse of his torso. You could hear his breath quicken at the way even his own hands made his body feel as he touched himself. Then he ran his fingers through his hair at the crown, letting his full body be on display for you. His other hand sneakily came to place on his completely hard again cock. “You want to fuck me now Jake?”

You held your breath, not like it was hard for you when you didn’t really need to breathe at all, as your eyes scanned everywhere they could. From the way his fingers dug into his scalp as he pulled gently at his roots, the way he brought his lip between his teeth, no residual pain from the cut only moments ago. The slight concave of his chest between his pecs to the rosy color of his hardened nipples. The tautness of his stomach though not defined, definitely toned.

You were careful and diligent with preparing him making sure he would enjoy it, though eager to connect yourselves again. As soon as he was begging for more you were already lining yourself up and pressing inside with a slow exhale to steady yourself.

You started off pacing yourself though quickly losing it at the sound of his whining for you to go “faster”, “harder” until you were both creating a rhythm with your bodies.

“I can be your lover too” you whispered when he was nearing his second orgasm. “And I won’t leave you”.

“Sleep well?” You asked when Danny finally stirred at the smell of food.

“What’s all of this?” He questioned with a shocked smile, looking around at all the plates of food covering nearly every surface of the room.

You moved from where you had taken occupancy at the desk onto the corner of the bed, feeling kind of silly now that all of the food was here. It was a lot more than you had expected.

“I knew you would be hungry when you woke up, but I didn’t know what you liked, so I ordered one of everything off the room service menu”.

“You did what?” He laughed, though the light in his eye as he searched for the plate that smelled the most delicious showed that he was actually quite thankful for your decision- as over the top as it was. “There's no way I can eat all of this though”.

“Well, have whatever you’d like. We can store some of it in the fridge and I’ll dispose of the rest” you watched as he got out of the bed and made his way to the desk you were just sitting at, grabbing a plate of some sort of pasta on his way.

“I’d hate for any of it to go to waste though” he took a bite and you guessed it must have been good since his eyes closed and he let out a content little hum. “You can’t eat any of this?”

You were nervous at first to reply truthfully, but after watching him sleep all day you’d started to feel a little more trusting, just a little.

“I could if I had to. To keep up appearances or whatever, but I’m afraid it wouldn’t go anywhere. I’d have to cough it up later”.

Danny raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly, taking another bite graciously knowing that at least he could enjoy this.

“I wouldn’t want to eat any of it though. Human food doesn’t really taste good anymore”.

“Is that so? That’s unfortunate because this pasta is heavenly”.

You smiled over at him, glad he was liking it and hopeful that he would be able to regain some of his strength after filling his stomach.

“Does blood taste good to you then?” The question caught you off guard as he turned the conversation around though he didn’t seem unnerved by it at all.

“Seemed like you liked it quite a lot last night” he added at the end with a smirk between more bites.

“Seemed like you liked it a lot last night too” you replied, leaning back onto your hands and crossing your legs.

Danny was still shirtless, having not bothered to put any clothes on after waking up and smelling all the food, and you let your eyes wander over his body again. A hollowness grew in your stomach that was not from years of a lack of eating food, but from the images of him lying underneath you last night flooding back.

You’d remembered everything that happened, but now that Danny had a good sleep did he still feel the same way? Does he still want to be lovers?

What a silly thing to be worried about you thought to yourself. You were anxious like you had never been in this position with anyone before. Perhaps it was your past that made you so apprehensive and careful.

“Hey,” Danny set his utensils down and moved from the desk back over to where you were on the bed, dropping down to his knees in front of you and placing a gentle hand on your knee that was crossed over the other. “You look far off, is everything okay?”

He seemed worried as well, but confident enough to approach you about it.

“I was just thinking about some things you said last night and wondering if you still felt the same”. Your eyes were avoiding his, so instead you fixed your vision on his hand and the way his thumb was ever so slightly rubbing into the fabric of your pants in a subtle massage.

“Depends on which things I said you’re thinking about” he replied with a lopsided smile, not helping your nerves at all.

Reading the energy in the room growing darker with your worry he quickly corrected himself, “I’m kidding! You’re talking about wanting to be lovers right? Of course I still feel the same, why wouldn’t I?”

It was comforting to hear him say that, but now you were only worried he might think you were second guessing things if you didn’t clarify yourself. “I thought maybe you were just in the mood, you know. Just wanted to make sure now that you got it out of your system it didn’t change things”.

“Got it out of my system?” He laughed and knocked you onto the bed as his arms came to wrap around your shoulders. “You think I’ve ‘gotten it out of my system’ after only one time? Not even close Jake!”

If your heart still beat then it would have jumped from your chest. You weren’t sure what you’d done to suddenly deserve someone as bright as Danny but it was increasingly becoming easier to let your guard down around him.

Danny didn’t leave your hotel room for four nights. The two of you becoming completely lost within each other without a care for the outside world until one night Danny woke up next to you and started to get dressed without a word.

“Going somewhere?” You questioned as he was slipping on his boots, trying not to sound too overbearing but honestly intrigued by where he was suddenly in a hurry to get off to. He was free to come and go whenever he wanted to of course, but you didn’t want him to go even after all the time you had spent together.

“Have to go to work tonight” he answered matter-of-factly. With all the conversations you shared, you were surprised his mystery job never came up before now.

“Work?”

“Yeah, I have a show tonight”.

Show?

He laughed at your confused expression, understanding that it was very sudden that he was leaving and that he hadn’t brought it up sooner.

“Would you like to come?” He offered instead of an explanation, and without anything better to do you agreed.

After a quick stop at his apartment for him to change into new clothes, some tight black jeans, a patterned button up with the top three buttons left undone, and a brown leather jacket since it was another cold and windy night in Chicago, you were entering one of his frequent grungy bars.

“Hey! There he is!” A few guys immediately recognized him and sent a wave in his direction.

“Hey man, this is Jake” Danny quickly introduced you to his friends. This guy really did get along with everyone didn’t he.

“Is Tony in the back already?”

“Yeah he’s getting you set up. Going to be another good show tonight?”

“Always is!” Danny flashed his bright smile and waved again before taking your hand and leading you through another door into the back area of the bar.

This room was larger than the front but with less tables, and situated in the corner was a small stage with a few old looking speakers on either side.

“Here, this is the best seat” he led you to one of the few tables and pulled out a chair. It was a tall table, so although there were quite a few people standing around in front of the stage, you still had a good view. “I’ll see you in a bit then”. He squeezed your hand before letting go and walking over to the stage.

You felt out of place. Though the bar was just like many others you’d wasted nights away in, this bar was different in the way that it was full of life not the undead. You focused in on a few random conversations as you watched Danny disappear through another door behind the stage.

When he returned his long raven hair was pulled back into a messy bun and he was carrying a scuffed up old acoustic guitar. One that was colored in fiery oranges that faded into near glossy black around the edges. He picked up a cord that was connected to the amps and plugged it into the bottom of his guitar before perching himself against the stool and adjusting the mic to the correct height.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” His voice resonated through the rattling speakers, soft and meek even though it was being projected through the room.

The conversations died down as everyone started to turn their attention towards Danny, excited that the show they had come to see was finally getting started.

“For those of you who have seen my set before, I usually start with my song Alive about overcoming challenges, but tonight I’d like to start in the middle of the set instead” he paused to look around and make sure everyone was on board with his split decision, and although there were murmurs no one objected.

“Truth is, I met someone who has made me feel very important. Someone compassionate, and a little edgy, but beautiful” his eyes flicked over to you for a moment, only long enough for you to catch them but not long enough for anyone else to really notice. “So tonight I want to start with Moonlight instead and it’s about falling in love”.

The music filled the entire room as he strummed a heartwarming melody and then his voice came back, this time in song. It took you by surprise, much like many things that involved Danny did, but in a good way. He played beautifully, and his voice was quiet yet powerful, having almost a folky feeling with his own personal touch.

The energy in the room was swarming as Danny’s set continued. A few people moved further towards the front of the stage to try and get Danny’s attention while he strummed away at his guitar but he merely closed his eyes and rocked along on the stool letting himself feel the music his fingers were producing. A few others were feeling the music as well, pairing up and dancing with each other, swaying through the little crowd.

A young girl approached you from behind, asking if there was anything she could get you from the bar.

Though you briefly gave her your attention, your eyes flickered back over to Danny who was now also watching your interaction from up on the stage. You suddenly remembered all the nights you watched from your seat at the bar as Danny pranced around with guy after guy, locking eyes with you from across the room just like you were now.

“Yes actually” you smiled over at the girl who seemed to be rather interested in who you were since you weren’t one of her regulars. “I’ll take your best whiskey, double, neat”.

“Of course, I’ll be right back” she flashed you a smile back and left to get your order. When she returned only moments later she set the glass down onto the table but her hand lingered even as you reached over to take it. Your fingers brushed against hers as you reached for the glass and you could see the way her face flushed with the slight touch before she retreated and you took a sip.

“Perfect” you commented when she didn’t leave right away, making sure the whiskey was to your liking.

“Anything else I can get for you?” She was stalling, she wanted you to talk to her, ask her about her night or tell her something about yours. Although you could still feel Danny watching, your animalistic instincts started to overcome you as you reached over and brushed her long wavy hair over her shoulder.

Yes, there is something else you could get for me. The voice in your mind echoed as you examined the curve of her neck and how her pulse beat quickly in the large vein right there on her jugular.

Though you had managed to sneak away into the bathroom while Danny slept to drink from your few remaining blood bags, you really needed to feed again.

All you had to do was sneak her out back somewhere while Danny was busy playing. She would know the way and she seemed like she’d be more than willing to escort you if you asked. You’d only take a little, just enough to hold you over, to satisfy the beast.

Just when you were about to make the suggestion, your eyes flickered back over to Danny who had a sour look on his usually cheerful face. Your stomach turned. Did he know you were thinking about making this girl your next meal? Was he disgusted by you?

“I can make you another if you like it?” She spoke up. Though she wanted to wait around with you she did need to get back to work.

Your shoulders fell a little, but you nodded your head and watched as you let your chance at a fresh drink get away from you.

What were you thinking, being on the hunt while Danny was so close. He had been so calm and accepting of your existence, but that didn’t mean he’d want to see you sneaking away with someone knowing what you were off to do. Even if you wouldn’t hurt her, it must weigh on his conscience to watch.

She brought you another glass, only this time she just set it on the table and left. You tossed back that one just as you had the first and waited for the alcohol to start to take its effect.

If there was anything you were glad you could still experience it was getting a good buzz.

Danny finished his last song and gently set his guitar down in the corner before turning to chat with a few guys. They started to have a look at one of the speakers. The one you noticed had a slight rattling sound coming from it though were certain no one else noticed. Danny had noticed and you were impressed, he had a good ear.

Another drink started to sound like a good idea. Just as Danny finished up his conversation he started a b-line through the crowd towards you.

Before you could suggest visiting the bar he was murmuring into your ear “Follow me” and his hand was in yours again, tugging you along through the door he had disappeared behind earlier.

It led to a small tech room, practically a closet, full of old dusty equipment and his guitar case.

Danny pressed you up against the wall and attacked your mouth with his.

“You know how hard it was to watch you from up there and not want to tear through that crowd and take you right there on that table?” His voice was quiet, slightly rasped from the exertion of singing for the last half hour.

A moan fell from your lips as Danny’s hand cupped you over your jeans, the heat from his palm already causing you to buck your hips up into it.

Though you had both explored each other's bodies extensively the past few days, Danny had willingly been on the receiving end every time. It’s not that you were opposed to any other position, it had just worked itself that way, at least up until now.

“Then take me now Danny” another moan came when his other hand had already started to work at undoing your jeans. “God, I want to feel you so fucking bad”.

You were gripping onto his shoulders and pushing back against the wall to hold yourself up as he pulled your pants off and tossed them to the side. There was no remembering if Danny had stopped to lock the door, or if there even was a lock on that door, but by this point you were already half naked and didn’t care.

“I will Jake, but you have to be quiet” he commanded as he kissed up your neck and behind your ear. “Don’t want someone interrupting us while I’m making a mess of you do we?”

So the door doesn’t lock, great. It shouldn’t be a problem you thought. You were a predator, stealth and being quiet when necessary were a few of your talents, but oh were you wrong.

“Quiet Jake, I said you have to be quiet” he kept muttering into your ear as he pounded up into you and you were crying his name over and over with each beat. He had one of your knees hooked around his arm to hoist it up and the other was beside your face with his palm pressed against the wall behind you.

“Here, bite me” he moved his hand on the wall closer towards you but you hesitated, unsure what he was really telling you to do.

“It will quiet you down, it’s okay, just bite me”.

You turned your head and was met with the silky expanse of Danny’s forearm. Ropes of muscle taught against the skin from holding himself up.

Letting your lips latch onto him first you thought it might be enough. Your voice did calm, but as you kissed and sucked further down his arm you could feel his pulse fluttering.

Instinct took over and you did bite him, your mouth filling with the hot delicious liquid. It was smoother than the whisky, searing its way down your throat in a soothing rush.

Danny’s head fell into your shoulder as his hips staggered, but he persisted with his upwards movements until the coil in his stomach snapped and he was filling you up just as you took your last drink.

You healed his wound quickly and he eased you back onto both feet, fighting to catch his breath and catch his head from spinning.

“I don’t want you to be with anyone else like this” he confessed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. The sound of his heartbeat thundering through your head. “I saw you with that girl and I knew what you wanted. It made me jealous”.

“Jealous?” How could he have been jealous of such a thing? And how could you have been so wrong when reading him? Then it hit you, both times you had fed from him it had been during sex. Though it wasn’t always such an experience, he didn't know it any other way.

“I see, I’m sorry” your hands came up and wrapped around his lower back, holding him just as tight as he was holding you. “I didn’t mean to upset you but I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone. It’s my folly, the sick and twisted joke of the fate of my damned existence”.

“You’re a gentle soul Jake, don’t let what you are define who you are” he squeezed you tighter, moving to rest his cheek on the top of your head. “I’m sorry too, I don’t usually act that way, I guess you just bring out another side of me I didn’t know was there”.

“It’s okay Danny” you moved to look up at him and he matched your gaze, adding a quick kiss to your cheek “I kind of liked it”.

Danny’s lips pulled into a smile against your cheek and he exhaled a sigh of relief you didn’t know he’d been holding in.

“Come on, I'm going to go back home for the night. Get some rest; cook myself a meal. You should do the same” Danny explained, insinuating that despite his confession only moments ago he was going to give you some room to hunt in solitary. Though you didn’t want to be parted from him, he had the right idea, so you agreed and headed out while he stayed to finish up a few things.

Walking the dimly lit streets you had everything but the search for a meal at the forefront of your mind. Worry was the most prominent as you fought off thoughts of Danny needing space to reevaluate his position.

He had said he was jealous, that meant he felt possessive in a way as well. It still perplexed you though how accepting he was of your needs.

You’d tried every argument with yourself over the years. That it was only natural, following a simple food chain. That you had taught yourself to be careful and only take what you needed l, never more.

Sometimes you had nights like tonight where it just felt like excuses. Those nights were the ones that your inner beast would take over and you would take a little too much, you would nearly hurt somebody. So instead while your mind raced with doubt, your feet carried you towards your old bar and you sat in your same spot hoping another drink would dull the pain.

“Where the hell have you been?” Irene questioned with a wicked smile when she saw you occupying your seat. Then she saw you were alone, face even paler than she’d seen it before.

“I’d say you look like shit, but I’m sure you already know that” she pulled out a glass and your usual bottle as she spoke. “Have a rough go with your new friend?”

“Danny” you corrected her. Even if you were in a worrisome state, you still couldn’t stand the sound of Danny being referred to as just a ‘friend’. The thoughts of that first night coming rushing back to you again were at least a comfort. “Actually, I just had the best few nights I’ve had in at least a decade”.

“Then what are you doing back here? I figured once I saw you two disappear out that door you wouldn’t be back for a bit, but less than a week?”

“He's… giving me space to find someone to feed on. Can’t say I have much of an appetite right now though”.

She raised a brow as she worked on cleaning a few glasses while you talked, with it still being rather early in the night she wasn’t that busy yet. “So he knows then?”

“Yeah, knew before we even met. Some guy named Giovani told him. That name ring any bells by the way?” Since Danny had told you his story about learning vampires really existed you were itching to get to Irene, the only one still left in Chicago you trusted.

“I’ve heard of him, he didn’t come around here much. Had his own place he ran closer to downtown, in fact I think it’s named Gio’s”. Her eyes trailed off into the distance, memory always being a difficult thing to navigate when you had so many years of them to shuffle through. Never knowing when even the most insignificant of them would someday be of use. “Naming his bar after himself sounds right, he was a little arrogant”.

“Any idea where else he might be? Apparently he’s given a few people the slip”.

“I’ll see what I can dig up for you. Will I be seeing you in here more often again?”

You sighed, swirling the amber liquid that was left in your glass around a few times before tossing it back. “Not sure, tonight I just needed somewhere else to be other than alone in my room”.

“Damn Jake” she filled your glass once more, reaching over and squeezing your hand for a bit of reassurance. “I haven’t seen you so love-sick since Helen”.

Helen. You hadn’t heard that name spoken aloud in so long. Weren’t even sure if your lips could still form it working quivering.

“Sorry” she noticed the way you slightly winced, figuring it was still too soon even after just over 70 years passing.

“No, you’re alright. I’ve actually been thinking about telling him about what happened. It’s interesting, I don’t talk about it much, but I’d found myself thinking about them just before I came back. I’m sure that’s partly the reason why I did. To find some closure or something. Then I met Danny, and you’re right, I haven’t felt the same with anyone, until now”.

Her worried expression softened and a small hopeful smile appeared, “I think you should, she was a big part of you, still is in some ways. He’d want to know”.

“Thanks love” she left you to nurse your last drink, trying to fill as much of your time with the slight comfort of a familiar surrounding before kicking your feet back to your hotel.

Once back to your room you took your shoes off and undressed so you could get into the shower, turning on the hot water while you did so to let the steam fog up the bathroom before getting in.

Just when you were about to step in, a knock racked across the door.

You grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped it around your waist, unsure of who could possibly be at the door at nearly 4am.

Not even bothering to check the peephole you swung the door open, immediately being surprised with who you saw.

“I couldn’t sleep, can I come in?” Danny sheepishly asked, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his shoulders hanging.

You pulled him inside and into your arms without a word, his lips coming down onto yours in a silent acknowledgment of your shared relief.

“Were you about to take a shower?” He chuckled, pulling back to take in your state of near undress.

“Want to join me?” You smirked and he leaned over to kiss you again as you both stumbled into the bathroom.

“I want to tell you a story” you began as you turned his hand over in your grip. You were nestled into the crook of his arm, legs tangled together underneath the covers, and hair still drying from the long shower. The curtains in the hotel room were pulled tightly shut before the two of you crawled into bed together in anticipation of the sun rising soon. It felt right to have him back here with you. Although just laying in each other's arms sounded like a perfect end to the night, after having some time to think you knew you needed to talk.

“What’s it about?” He replied, voice slow and fighting sleep.

“It’s about the two people who were most important in the world to me”. You looked up and watched as his eyes opened wide, a rush of energy lighting him up again.

“I don’t really know where to start” you began, shuffling down further into the bed and wrapping an arm around his chest to hold onto. “I guess it would be the fall of 1949, that’s the year we met Helen. She was a war widow, a young one, and a respected member of the community”.

Danny could tell where the story was leading, Helen being one of your past loves, but there was one detail he needed clarification on.

“We?”

“Well, Josh and I, my brother”.

“You have a brother?” He sounded excited, definitely not having expected to hear about a blood relative of a vampire as old as you were.

“Twin actually”. There was a story to how the two of you came to be vampires together, but that was one for another night.

“Helen caught both of our attention. She’s the sweetest girl I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, but she had a fire to her too, one that made courting her all the more fun. Even though I knew my brother liked her too, I sought her out for myself and she did become mine, for a while at least”.

“Eventually I couldn’t keep my secret from her. I was so afraid she would hate me when I told her. You see I had never told a human that before and telling people at that time was very dangerous. She still wanted to be with me though, wanted to be with me forever actually. I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t change anything about her even if I knew it meant one day I’d lose her. I felt like having her the way she was for as long as I could would be enough”.

“That was until she got sick. It happened so fast, at one point she was healthy, and then she was dying. I panicked, I knew her time compared to mine would be short, but that was too short. I still couldn’t do it though, so I took her to Josh, begged him to save her, and he did. Josh turned her and everything changed”.

“The thing is, our kind typically mate for life. You’re drawn to someone and it’s like once that connection is made no one else makes sense, just them. I thought Helen was it, the one I was drawn to, but I wasn’t it for her. Josh was, and when he turned her the feelings only heightened. I guess because we’re twins, share the same DNA, the love she felt for me as a human was just a manifestation of that bond she and Josh now share”.

“I was heart broken for years. Thought I was doomed to face my long life loving the same person as my brother. So I moved away, came to Chicago in the 70s, tried to start another family, messed around a little and got into some trouble. The time away helped a little, but it still felt too fresh, too close, so I moved even further away. Europe was a good distraction, but I started to realize the more I tried to numb the pain, the more I started to cut off all emotions”.

“I couldn’t live like that any longer, alone and homeless, so I decided to move back. I’m still not sure exactly what I'm doing or where home is, but I guess the point of telling you this story is that for the first time in a long time I'm letting myself feel everything”.

“I want you to know that for the first time in a long time you have made me feel happy. There’s a light in you Danny that I thought I’d never see again. It’s big and bright and beautiful and I want to let it envelop me in its warmth, but it also scares me. I’m afraid the darkness in me will dim the light in you. I’m afraid of putting my heart out there again. I’m afraid of losing y-”.

Danny had been patiently listening to everything you told him up until this point when he interrupted you by wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you to lay on top of him. “Jake, you have nothing to be afraid of. I came back to you tonight didn’t I? I’m not going anywhere”.

You shuffled onto your knees, one on either side of his waist, and pulled yourself up leaving just a few inches between your faces. “You did, and you don’t even know how happy that made me. I want to promise you that I won’t make the same mistakes I made before”. You cupped his face tenderly in your hands, taking in the slight flush in his cheeks and the mossy shine in his irises as he stared back up at you. “I’ll do anything for you Danny. I’m yours now and I hope with all that I have left in me that you will be mine”.

Danny placed one of his large palms on top of your hand and pulled it across his cheek until he was pressing the pads of your fingers into his mouth. “I’m yours Jake” he whispered, his lips moving against your fingers in a hot tickle. “Thank you for telling me about Helen and Josh. I hope to meet them one day. When you’re ready. Until then I’m here with you”.

He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, letting his hand fall back down to rest on your hip and giving you back control of your own. You let your fingers trace the shape of his lips, then down to the shape of his jaw until you were digging into the hairs at the back of his neck. You lowered yourself again until your lips met his and you kissed him passionately.

It wasn’t an I love you yet, but you felt safe here as Danny kissed you back, sealing your promise.

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AU where the entire old mondstadt gang gets revived into modern (as in version 4.4 give or take) teyvat. Nb and venti are absolutely overjoyed to see eachother again, gunnhildr and jean have an “:D twinsies!!!!!!!” moment, diluc has to take a few seconds to comprehend that the redhaired warrior is not in fact his dad (genetics is one thing but those two look nearly identical), and amos is off somewhere teaching amber and razor how to hunt. everything is going great until the traveler reports to venti a few days later that they can’t do their weekly dvalin bossfight because someone keeps arguing with him and occupying the domain (deca comes along too but the only reason no one knew is because he was too busy trying to negotiate who lives in the tower and how)

This is all wonderful but consider this: Decarabian is just laying on the floor of the boss fight and Dvalin is just. "TRAVELER PLEASE MOVE HIM. I THINK HE'S DEAD. HE HASN'T MOVED IN .... A WEEK OR SO"

Dvalin has no context on who this guy is. He smells kinda like Barbatos but why is just???? Laying down???? He could feel the sadness emanating from the guy and its Really killing the vibe.

The old Mondstadt and new Mondstadt team barge into the tower battle ready and are "..." when he's not even attempting to fight.

Deca is just in shock and has been processing things. For instance apparently his entire city hates him???? And then they tried to murder him???? And.... and they succeeded. He could feel ever speck of light inside him fade away. His citizens murder him. Amos murderes him. They set fire to the tower and killed him.

So many emotions are going through his head. Sadness. Bitterness. Fear for his citizens. Anger. All the stages of grief and betrayal!!!

Also theres a giant dragon here now and a blonde person with a talking toddler trying to swordfight. Huh. This might as well be happening.

#Diluc did not tell Keaya that his ancestor was back and so imagine his shock when he walks into Angel's share and sees his dad #<Diluc. You could have told me.>#<... you would have found out on your own>#<Oh hello! Are you friends with my kin?>#<His brother actually>#< :0. Diluc why didn't you->#<That is none of your business. drink your wine and / or leave >#steel text #Decarabian #genshin #old Mondstadt

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doe-writes-stuff · 2 years

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The Center for Disease Control offered more than just hope: food, running water, electricity...and all the whiskey one needed to forget about the hell outside for awhile. Daryl makes for unexpected company to your night of reckless indulgence, but you don't even think to refuse when he's looking at you like...that.

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+ explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, drunk sex (consentual), mentions of canon-typical violence, one-night-stand vibes.

The first shot burned on its way down, angry and lukewarm. That instinctive reflex to choke it up and spit it out was smothered by other wants, other needs, and you manage the harsh drink down your throat with a swallow. Only a small, half-hearted cough comes out, but for the most part it wasn't terrible.

The shock of alcohol after so long without was dizzying. Water kept you alive, but it was bland and more often then not tasted like the canteen it was carried in. But whiskey...oh, the pleasant aroma had called your name, the amber liquid glistening like gold in its glass bottle. And you'd claimed it before anyone else thought to.

"What, not gonna share?" Shane had joked in mock outrage, seeing you snatch a shot glass from the counter and start to turn away. You send him a raised brow.

"Absolutely the hell not. Have all the rest if you want," you gesture to the other untouched bottles of liquor lined up on the counter, cheeky smile and all, "but this baby's mine, officer."

"Alright, fair enough." He waves you away with a quiet laugh, a wink thrown in for good measure.. "Just keep me in mind if, you know...you don't feel like finishin' it by yourself after all."

You hum, as if considering it, but only give him a incredulous smile.

It's easy enough to brush off Shane's flirty tone, the guy thought himself quite the Casanova, but there was always a feeling of desperation behind his charm and suave.

Plus, you were pretty sure he'd been fucking Lori until Rick's miraculous appearance. So...yeah, definitely not a drama you wanted to step foot in. Best to leave the cop alone, even if he was a decent looker.

Too bad he wasn't the one you had the occasional dirty thoughts about. Those starred...someone else.

Prize in hand, you retreated back to your quarters. On your way, you passed by an exceptionally pleased T-Dog, fresh out of the shower and beaming a smile like the sun. You hold up your bottle of whiskey in solidarity. He makes a noise of approval, bumping the top of the bottle with the bottom of his clenched fist.

Now back in your room for the night, as you let the notes of almond and caramel-esque settle on the back of your throat, you sink into the plush armchair of your room and close your eyes. A simple, satin cami had been scavenged from the closet--whichever scientist had lived here before, she had excellent taste in nightwear--and offered a rare moment of...normal.

As if this was your right of self-care after a long day of work. God, how long had it been since you'd had one of those? Too long...

The sense of comfort the CDC and Dr. Jenner provided was second to none. Never again would you think to be able to relax without keeping one eye open for walkers around the corner. In hindsight, the camp in Atlanta had been dangerously exposed to any walker that happened to stroll up close. Out in the open, only a makeshift tin can alarm system tied up by a string...It was a miracle it had lasted as long as it did. The attack, the deaths, had all been inevitable. Unavoidable.

You shake your head, forbidding the darker thoughts to come forward. That wasn't what tonight was about. This place was an oasis, a chance to start fresh and right. No more thinking about what was lost.

Better yet, no more thinking at all tonight.

Stretching out on the couch, you carefully pour a second shot, eyeing the amount to make sure it doesn't spill over. You bring the shot to your lips and knock it back, this one much easier than the first. It was just as sweet, and just as potent. Another one of those and you'd be feeling a lot better.

Your eyes open, taking in your room in more detail. Each new thing you discover--a small collection of books, a record player set up on a table in the corner, and a guitar leaning in one corner. The stray idea to pick it up and play surfaced, but then you laughed at yourself. You were a terrible player.

The quiet was pressing in again, threatening to drag you back into another sad wallowing. You hop up off the couch towards the record player, thumbing through the neatly-organized records with curiosity. The available songs were a mix of genres and names you did and didn't recognize. Some new, some old. Some you couldn't even tell. And while you liked the idea of listening to a brand new sound, it felt more appropriate to play a song or two that was familiar and comfortable. Something to listen to without really listening.

You slide one of the records out of its paper cover and lift it to the player, turning on the right knob and lowering the needle onto it when it began to spin. It crackles for a second, and then the first notes of the song begin to play softly into your space, filling the silence with blessed music.

Back to the couch you return, eyes closed, content to just lay there and listen for awhile. And you do, the two shots you'd had thus far finally beginning to present in a warm and pleasant buzz, letting your mind wander wherever the music chose to take you.

You mostly thought of life before, when the most you had to worry about was paying rent, or beating the traffic to get to work on time, or shitty ex-boyfriends not getting the hint, or any number of things you'd happily take back now that you could very well die if you stepped foot outside. A parking ticket once felt like the end of the world. You knew now exactly how wrong that impression was.

Hindsight was a sweet and cruel mistress.

You should have called your mother more. You should have thanked your neighbor for the chicken recipe he'd taped to your door after a brief conversation one day. Hell, you even should have told your boss right where he could stick his coniving nose at least once. But now you never would. All of them were probably--almost definitely--dead by now.

When things started descending in a downward spiral towards sad thoughts again, you lift yourself up from the couch, unsure of how long you'd actually been there listening, and reach for the whiskey bottle and shot glass.

A rough knock on the door stills your hands, and you stare at it in puzzlement. For a brief moment, you wonder if it had been a figment of your imagination. Maybe just a scratch on the record, tricking your mind, but a second set of knocks follows the first when you make no move to answer.

Quietly, your feet carry you to the door stumbling a little when you don't quite catch your balance, and stare at the doorknob. You blink. It's probably Shane, wondering if you had considered his offer of company with your whiskey. He was persistent, to an annoying degree. Probably used to having things go his way, before all this. With a sigh, you pull open the door, preparing a rejection speech to the lovelorn cop.

The words die on your tongue before you even speak one of them, blinking back surprise when Daryl is the one standing there in the hallway. He's leaning against the doorframe on his forearm but you suspect it's less a product of attempting to seduce you and more that he was already an inch away from being outright drunk. The way his eyes shift and can't seem to focus is testament to that.

"Heard you took the whiskey." He stated through a thick slur of words, his southern drawl more pronounced in such a state. Despite having showered, freshened up from all the sweat, dirt, and grime, he still somehow looked rugged and roughed up. He looked dangerously good...

You manage a reply after a moment. "I did."

"Still got any?"

All thought seems to derail when you notice the way his eyes drift down over your figure, then back up for good measure. You swear you can see stark interest in his gaze, but maybe that was just your own desires talking. The tip of his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and the sight is hotter than you cared to admit. Suddenly reminded that you were only wearing a cami slip, you shift on your feet. Oh, dear...

"Yeah, there's more." You say, throat suddenly feeling very dry.

Despite your better judgement telling you it would probably be a better decision to turn him away, you find yourself opening the door wider to give him space to enter. A silent invitation, since you doubted the words would have come out properly. He steps past with the barest stumble, arm brushing across your side in a way that gave you an anticipatory shiver.

Something propels you to look into the hall both ways, just to see if anyone had noticed Daryl suddenly coming to your room. But it was empty.

Heart beating a frantic, shaky rhythm in your chest, you shut the door and lock it, taking a second or two in an attempt to compose yourself before daring to turn around to see Daryl of all people in your room. You had half a mind to believe this was just another of your lewd dreams...

Turning, you notice he's forgone using the shot glass and lifts the bottle up to his lips instead. His Adam's apple bobs with a swallow, your eyes following it down his throat before shaking out of this daze.

You return to your spot on the couch, shoring up whatever composure you had left remaining to try settling down, all while hyperaware of precisely where in the room he stood. The buzz you'd so far been drinking towards was starting to show itself. After a few good swigs, he lowers the bottle and hands it back to you. Your fingers brush

"That's expensive shit." He mutters in appreciation. "Better than whatever was in that damn flask I found in one of them docs' rooms."

"Should've stuck around the group a little longer, then. You could've pre-gamed with something other than rubbing alcohol." You mention with a shrug, deciding to follow his lead and abandon the need for a shot glass. Gripping the neck of the bottle, you upturn it and feel the liquid burn down your throat.

"Finally get some space all myself, ain't spendin' more time with y'all than I have to." He grumbles, idly walking around the room to see what was there. He briefly picked up the guitar and inspected it, but set it back down without attempting to play. Guess he was a shitty player too, if he played at all.

"Tell me how you really feel, why don't you." Is your sarcastic reply. "Look, this is the first time in weeks we've been able to just...kick up our feet and relax. Would it kill you to be nice for one night?"

He scoffs, circling around to the record player still providing your music for the night. His head shakes. "Why? Not looking to make friends."

Your brow raises a fraction of an inch. "Better friends than enemies, right?"

"What do you care?"

You hand comes up defensively. "Ease up there, Dixon. My room, my rules. So put the teeth away or the rest of this whiskey is mine."

He looks at you but says nothing, perhaps caught off guard by your stark honesty. There weren't many in the group--let alone women--who'd talk to him like that. Old impressions of the country folk, you assumed. Sure, the younger Dixon brother had often caused you a headache with the way he griped and got all temperamental but he'd never given you reason to be afraid of him.

...but erotically attracted to? More than you would ever willingly admit. And the worst part was he didn't even realize how incredibly hot you thought the mundane little things he did were. Hell, just watching him string up that crossbow was a sight to see.

You smile a little, showing him you didn't mean offense. "Come on. Sit down, have a drink, and pretend you aren't an asshole for a couple hours, alright?"

He doesn't say anything for a second, but your heart beats a bit harder in your chest when his eyes once again drift down your figure. But you wave the thought away. Definitely your own fantasies seeing what they wanted to...

"Fine. Maybe y'ain't so bad." He admits with a mutter, turning his attention back to the records behind the record player. "Don't talk to me like I'm gonna snap any second, at least...

"Ain't a cop or one of them women naggin' everyone all day, got damn good taste in whiskey..." He admits with a shrug that's supposed to be uncaring. Then his head shakes and he lifts the needle from the record, cutting off the music with a scratch. "Can't say the same about your taste in tunes, though."

You set the bottle back down on the side table with a glass thud, the sound much louder in the silence. "Hey, I was enjoying that!"

"Pfff, how?" He asks, setting the vinyl aside and pulling one from the shelf that caught his eye. "Just a bunch'a mindless noise. Gonna make my ears bleed."

You can't help the laugh that bursts out of your mouth. "It's music, you ass. I happen to like it."

"It's a headache is what it is." There's amusement in his voice, even though you can't see his face. From your seat on the couch, you can't see which record he chooses. But he's quick to place it onto the machine and sets the needle in place.

Your room fills with the sound of some kind of metal or rock hybrid, you can't be sure. It's loud, it's heavy, and it's...not at all the sort of music you were used to listening to. Daryl turns towards you with a cocky little smirk, as if to tell you that he had just solved the problem. You can only return the gesture with an incredulous smile of your own, one brow raised.

"Really?"

"Better than whatever shit you were playin.'" He said with confidence, sauntering over with a swagger only a drunk could possess. He gestures to you with his hand. "Come on, make room."

Scooting over on the couch, you watch as he sinks down into the cushions, arms stretched to either side of the back of the couch and legs spread comfortably outwards. His eyes are closed, relaxed even with the outrageous music currently filling the space.

It's surprisingly easy to sit next to him. Even wearing so little, you were getting comfortable yourself. Perhaps your bluntness earlier broke the ice a bit. Somehow. And for once, you felt that ever-present distance Daryl seemed to keep between him and everyone else was fading, or at least being put aside in the wake of his drunken state.

He didn't ever show it, but maybe this escape from reality was exactly what he needed. Daryl never let anything get to him or slow him down, but after the loss of Merle, you figured a night of setting aside his troubles was exactly what he needed.

It was the only explanation for why he was in your fucking room. Why else would he be here? Maybe you were just looking too much into it...

You barely speak for the next little while, passing the whiskey bottle back and forth, until nearly half of it is already gone. Each new sip lightened your soul and made you just a little bit more dizzy. Each motion of your head felt more pronounced, the room swaying just a little even while sitting still. You companion was three sheets to the wind by this point, at least you figured after so much whiskey, though you weren't far behind.

Eventually, you make mindless conversation. Mostly on your part. Daryl wasn't much for small talk, and even less enthusiastic about offering up personal information. But you're content to just be able to drone on about your life before, about the person you used to be and the one you seemed to be turning into now. He hummed where appropriate to make it obvious he was still listening, but didn't offer up much feedback other than that.

A man of so few words...but a great listener. It was appreciated, even if you did wish to know more about him. Maybe another time.

When you finally ran out of words, silence settled between you once again. Your head was heavy with whiskey, body sensitive and buzzing. And with each passing minute, Daryl was taking up more and more of your attention. The warmth in your chest, the alcohol filtering into your veins, and hell, even the 'music' Daryl had put on was lulling you into a trap. You could feel it, the lustful thoughts that normally were reserved to your dreams or carefully hidden fantasies emerging.

They pushed and shoved their way to the forefront, where you were unprepared and sadly unable to stop them. Rather than fight, you let them flood in, the alcohol telling you 'what did it matter?' They played every little scenario you'd imagined the two of you doing together in full detail through your head, the sensation and sounds making you shift in place on the couch.

Him and his strong arms, lifting and pushing you wherever he damn well felt like it...

You don't realize you're lost in thought until Daryl breaks the silence.

"If there's somethin' you want, speak up." He slurs out of the blue, eyes pinning you with a sidelong look.

Your head lifts up. Blearily, you blink at him in confusion.

"Starin' at me like that." He's still outwardly relaxed, but you can see the way his fingers are digging into the couch cushion. His eyes can't seem to focus on one part of you, rather flicking all over where you sit. "Givin' me ideas...So if it's just the whiskey, then say it."

"Oh." Is all you think to say at first. It takes several seconds for your drunk brain to comprehend what it is he was implying, but once it does, you flush heatedly. Oh.

Being called out on your display of perversion was surprisingly less mortifying than you'd expected it to be. That...was probably thanks to the whiskey dulling your inhibitions and delaying your train of thought quite a bit. Definitely. Yes.

Daryl isn't making things any easier when he gives your body a very obvious once-over with a heavy gaze, hips adjusting on his own cushion. Suddenly it felt imperative that you find out what ideas he was getting thanks to all this. You shift in your own seat, a knot of curiosity eating away at your insides.

Your eyes search his face, but you don't see any sign of anger or outrage over his observation. Just inebriated curiosity, and a bit of heat. A lot of heat. You weren't wearing much, so really, there wasn't much of you to undress with his eyes...

...and that line of thinking has you glance down at his pants...which look particularly tight around his-

Oh shit. He was being serious. You dry swallow hard.

"You don't even like me." You blurt out, immediately feeling stupid after the words leave your mouth. Covering your embarrassment, you take another swig of whiskey as Daryl looks at you with a strange expression.

"Never said that." He grumbled, turning to lean in closer. "Just ain't lookin' to make friends. Don't mean we can't fuck around if you wanna. It don't have to mean nothin.'"

"I can't say I haven't thought about it..." You admit, unable to stop from eyeing his arms and the small amount of his collarbone visible from underneath his shirt. "...More than once."

The answer is vague, skirting around the response you know he's looking for. But you want time to wade through the fog of your drunkenness to think about what the both of you were saying. You absolutely wanted to, but...in the morning you'd have to deal with the consequences. Were you prepared for that?

He leans in further, drawing all of your attention. Daryl grabs the bottle from your hands, taking one more large swig before setting it down on the side table, inadvertently forcing him to lean over you. The momentary position sets a pounding heartbeat in your chest. Excitement. Anticipation.

He pins you with as steady a look he can at the moment, propping himself over you with his hands on the couch. Your faces are less than 6 inches apart.

"Watch'u want?" He whispers in a husk. It takes you several moments to muster up a reply, one mental foot already stepping down the rabbit hole of lust. Perhaps you take too long, because he shakes his head slowly. "Won't ask again."

"You." Is your choice, eyes meeting his before drifting even lower to his lips. Still, you figured asking beforehand to clarify would be a good start. "But what does that mean for us?"

"Don't mean nothin.'" He breathes, not giving you a chance to finish your sentence when he leans in to cut you off with a kiss. Demanding and overwhelming all at once.

It's an asshole move. But you already knew he was a bit of an asshole the moment you met him. Lucky him he was so damn good-looking. So with a subtle roll of your eyes, you reciprocate the quite uncoordinated kiss with an equally drunk one of your own. All teeth and messy, open-mouthed and pressing insistently.

Daryl crowds you against the cushion of the couch, hands latching on to any part of you he can reach. Now given permission to touch, he's handsy and curious in all the right places. Your hips and waist a particularly favorite spot if the way he was pulling you closer by them was anything to go by.

His words bounce around your brain, but you don't really get the time to contemplate what they mean. For now, you're fine focusing on the promise of a good fuck.

Realizing the position he's got you both in is awkward, you shove him backwards to the other side of the couch. The sudden movement has him looking dazed for a second, but you only send him a coy smile. Grabbing the whiskey from the side table, you take a visible swig and crawl forward on your knees to straddle his waist.

He's quick to pull your core onto the straining length beneath his pants. He grunts at the friction, but you swallow it with a sloppy, drunken kiss. With only your underwear between you and his pants, you can't help but clench at the sensation.

You gasp against his mouth when his hands snake up under your cami to squeeze at the mounds of your breasts, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. While rough hands paw at your skin with reckless desire, you're haphazardly grinding down onto his lap and drawing out strained grunts from his throat.

One hand still holding the whiskey, your fingers fumble at the edge of his shirt, pulling upwards in a clear sign for him to take it off. Daryl is forced to pull away as you drag the garment over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. You can't be bothered to care where. When you lean over to put the whiskey bottle down on the table behind his side of the couch, he suddenly tugs off your cami and his mouth latches onto your left breast and sucks hard.

A surprised moan escapes you, hopefully covered by the noise of the record player, and your fingers card themselves through his hair. When his teeth scrape harshly against your nipple, hands grabbing at your waist with strength, you give the strands a rough tug. Left in nothing but your underwear, you press down further onto his straining, covered cock.

His name leaves your lips like a prayer, slurred and gravelly. One more downward grind of your core onto him and he's snatching at your underwear with a muttered curse against your breast, yanking them down and to the side just enough to press his fingers against your clit. There's no slow build-up of pleasure. No slow start. And while he's clumsy and uncoordinated, the enthusiasm makes up for it. You're both much too drunk for anything other than a fast fuck now, and once he finds that sweet spot he rubs circles over and over right where you need him.

The sparking nerves have you shuddering and convulsing on his lap, at the mercy of his unrelenting touch. Your orgasm is fast approaching, whether you like it or not. The sounds you make are keening, desperate. So anxious to cum. His mouth hasn't let up against your breast, licking and sucking a wet, red mark upon your flesh.

You can't seem to say anything other than his name laced between a string of incoherent curses. You want to punch him for dragging you to this point so quickly, but you're thankful he's not wasting time and giving you what you've fantasized about all this time.

And then he's pulling away and you get the sensation of moving. Your back hits the couch cushion, Daryl having pushed you backwards and switched up the position. You whimper at the loss of his touch, but the sound of his shallow, ragged breaths and the button of his pants only makes your core throb with desire.

He fumbles at his zipper, clearly in a hurry but the whiskey hadn't helped his coordination any. Just as you're about to lean over and help him, he's shoving them down his legs enough to free his erect cock.

You bite your lip, wiggling in place with your legs on either side of his as he leans down to press his tip to your entrance. Another time, you'd be concerned about protection but everything is clouded with alcohol. You doubt you'd have the self-restraint necessary to pull away even if coherent, anyway. You wanted this man far too much to care now.

He pushes in, watching your expression as it morphs through the emotions of being penetrated, and there's only a moment of discomfort before he bottoms out entirely inside. He groans, breath fanning along your collarbone hotly.

It's only natural that your arms wrap around to his back, but you're taken aback as he suddenly yanks them away and forces your wrists above your head against the couch's armrest.

"Don't." He growls out, keeping you from touching him again. Your mouth opens to say...something. You hadn't thought what to say exactly, but Daryl's already pulling out to push back in with a harsh thrust, snatching any words you might have wanted to say. All that comes out is a pleasured moan.

He fucks you senseless. You were already so close to orgasm with his fingers, but he's got you on a fast-track to it once more. And he manages to brush his cock against your clit with each and every piston of his hips against you. The sound of your moans sound foreign, as if they weren't originating from your own mouth at all. As if they were just another part of his god-awful music spouting from the record player.

You cum from the shock of his intensity and the sight of his abdominal muscles at work, orgasm shaking you to your core. Your eyes ring, your vision swims. And yet even as you clench your muscles to ride the waves and push against the hands holding you down, he still continues to fuck into you mercilessly. It's overwhelming in the best way possible. None of your fantasies could have lived up to the reality.

You were most certainly fucked.

Overstimulation is swift in following your first orgasm, your body twitching and spasming with the aftershocks, but Daryl doesn't seem to notice. Simply shifting positions and further pressing you down into the cushion, your moans take on more of a whimpering tone.

He watches every part of you, flicking between the way your breasts jostle and bounce time with every thrust of his hips and at the point where his cock enters into you over and over. He's mesmerized, caught in this moment, the drunken haze heightening some senses and dulling others.

You hoped to God he was trying to commit this to memory. You wanted to be remembered by him come morning.

His own end comes abruptly, Daryl tensing and holding himself inside of you as he groans out his release. You're practically limp, laying there and taking the last of him before he slumps against you on the couch. You're sweaty and his weight is a bit oppressive, making it difficult to breathe, but you can't muster the strength or mental clarity to say anything about it.

Minutes pass, the air conditioning doing wonders to cool the both of your off. Another song or two plays before it falls silent, the vinyl reaching its last track. The sudden silence is eerie, and you almost miss whatever music he'd put on.

You struggle against the fatigue that's settling in place, now that you were well and truly fucked and the alcohol was working through your system. Daryl hadn't moved an inch, still sprawled on top of you, and after so long you suspected he'd passed out entirely.

In the morning, you'd have to think of something to say. You'd have to look him in the eyes and pretend you hadn't cherished it. Pretend it meant nothing to you as it so clearly meant nothing to him. He'd said as much.

You're following after him into sleep not long after, wondering if this would be a night to look back fondly on, or the first of many mistakes to come.

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shirogane-oushirou · 7 months

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♡• @rockstars-babe •♡

NO IT'S SO REAL THO!!!! i pogged when i saw your face next to java's akjsndfkjnsf like?????? oh they're LITERALLY just reffie ok ok ok LMAO. and i can definitely see you in amber too!!!! idk i just feel like your s/is fit you so clearly despite having such drastically different designs, it's Wild!!!

god, i really need to take that approach when i start looking into getting new frames sometime soon ;;; that's such a nice way of thinking about it. like. if you're going to put that much investment into something you're expecting to wear for a number of years straight, may as well get some that are cool as shit KJNDFKJN and have the most comfortable vibes, gender be damned.

it's so odd, bc i've mostly known rockstar through you, and 90% of the time it's been CRK rockstar... but as soon as you really 'discovered' him, it's like a switch flipped ksjndf. it just fits him so well!! and i'd especially trust that view from someone who knows as much about him as you clearly do, from all of your talk about the new game >:)

and the voice thing!!!!! that's so odd too!!!!! when i was doing that "give me a series and i'll find an f/o" ask game, i listened to a couple of his voice lines for curiosity's sake. and his voice was like... it felt like it could grow on me, but his visual image and his voice were just a little... out of sync? if that makes sense? they weren't quite lining up w each other. but as SOON as you posed the topless comm of him i was like :0 OH. THIS IS WHO THAT VOICE BELONGS TO. JKNASFKJN.

i love reading your gushes about him; you have SUCH passion for him and for everyone who makes up your cookie family with and around him. 😭 it's why i like to really consider what i say in the tags; i want to match that energy! and it's why i look forward to when YOU rb stuff!!! you put just as much passion into appreciating everyone else's ships!! you just have so much passion in general and it's something i admire about you 🥺🥺🥺

(though i would 100% be behind if you decided to not pressure yourself so much KJNSDKFJN ;; you're dealing with so much outside of selfshipping, and you should feel able to come on here and Just Chill without feeling like you have to put 200% effort into replies and tags ;w; )

#sorry if this is ramble-y i am very eepy and out of it KJSNDFKJN.#fr tho i've read this ask a number of times now and i get so happy seeing you express your love for your f/os. all of 'em.#you've put so much of yourself into your s/is and your f/os and the worlds they all inhabit; it's comforting to see how much love #you put in and how that mirrors all of that love back towards yourself! that's that Good Shit!!! 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻#idk ilu (/pl) and appreciate you so much and love seeing you around as you show your love for your beloveds!!!! 💕😊#how many times can i say love in one tag KJANSD ;;;#📌 [ my posts. ]#[ asks. ]#[ oomfies ; reffie. ]

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truthem · 1 year

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Mis Canciones Favoritas en Español

(my favorite spanish songs)

1. Tú- maye

This song is literally beautiful. I can’t get enough of it 🙏

Maye just has amazing songs in general, i recommend listening to her songs.

2. Pruébame a Ti - Jósean Log

I love this song so much. It’s so easy for me to sing along with… It’s so fun to just scream this out loud

3. Círculos - Marem Ladson

God her voice is so pretty. This song is so good, too! I could listen to it all day. I need to check out more of her music tbh

4. Fantasmas - Amber Lucid

This song is Spanglish but I’m still gonna count it. I love Amber so much omg. This song specifically gives me Lana Del Rey and Melanie Martinez vibes. Smash those two together and you’ll get Fantasmas.

If you like Lana and/or Mel, I would recommend Amber so much!! I listen to a couple other of her songs and they’re just absolutely amazing.

5. Dormir Contigo - Ruzzi

I literally just found this song but it’s literally so good. I have no other words tbh it’s just that good.

I’m in the process of finding more songs so this might be updated soon 🙏

(if this looks funky i’m sorry, i had to type it out on my notes app and then paste it into Tumblr bc tumblr is glitching out for me 😅

#langblr #language #languages #bilingual #polyglot #studyblr #study hard #trilingual #spanish #spanish langblr #just talking #langauge learning #learn spanish #study spanish #spanish music #new music #música #español

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mollymarymarie · 2 years

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15 Questions | 15 People

Rules: Answer these 15 Questions, then Tag 15 People

Thanks for the tag again @billsfangearring! ❤️😘

so i don’t clutter up anyone’s dash, i’ll make this a ‘keep reading’ post

Are you named after anyone? yes and no. i share a middle name with my grandmother but i ABSOLUTELY was not named FOR her because she is a very hateful woman

When was the last time you cried? i mean, i cry all the time lol. i literally sobbed over a tiktok where a sweet older lady said “one of the most courageous things you’ll do is to say ‘I’ll try again tomorrow’.” and i was having a hard day so i just fucking lost it.

Do you have kids? i have a very spoiled ten year old cat baby (named Molly, where i got my name) and a very traumatized little dog i adopted last year named Mochi (she was in a VERY abusive situation, so she isn’t exactly cuddly, but she’s warm and fed and safe and she loves to have her ears scratched, so i’ll take that at least)

Do you use sarcasm a lot? me? no. never. wouldn’t dream of it.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? their general aesthetic, i guess. like if someone has a punk rock thing going on with their clothes and their hair and tattoos or if they look more like a PTA mom with a blonde bob and designer bag. you know, just ... the vibe.

What’s your eye colour? brown? my husband says they’re yellow. (I give Remus my eye color in my fics, so like an ... amber? sorta?)

Scary movies or happy ending? oh happy ending all the way

Any special talents? i can play piano upside down. i saw a kid do it once on Figure It Out on Nickelodeon when i was a kid and i told my siblings “psssh i bet i can do that” and they didn’t believe me so i had to prove it but i did! i haven’t tried to do it in a while because it involves laying down on the bench, crossing your arms and playing from behind your head and i’m, like, old and arthritic now so i don’t do a lot of contorting these days lol

Where were you born? louisiana, actually, but i don’t live there.

What are your hobbies? writing, listening to music, playing video games (i’m not very good at those so it’s only a few i do well at, like animal crossing and stardew valley and old school games).

Do you have any pets? i like @billsfangearring answer that, actually, i am my cat’s pet. molly runs this house.

What sports do you play/have you played? when i was in school, i played volleyball and basketball. i was a great runner and a great swimmer, but my school was tiny, so we didn’t have a track or swim team.

How tall are you? 5’5″ ish

Favourite subject at school? english/literature, always. but i also have always liked biology

Dream job? honestly, my dream job would be a writer. i know it comes with its own challenges, but it is already the thing i do as a hobby. it would be great if i could just stay home in my own office and write instead of having to go to a job every day.

#tag game!#thanks bills!!#this was fun!#if anyone else wants to jump in #consider this me tagging you if you haven't played yet and you want to!

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mejomonster · 2 years

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Midnight Museum ep 2 was SO scary and So sexy for it uvu

I'm totally serious, yeah the special effects aren't the best in the world but moments of it reminded me of Manner of Death, of Strangers from Hell, I LOVED the fucked up monster body horror designs they reminded me of Junji Ito stuff, the ACTION fighting (it was so cool and fun to see fluff romcom BL actor Winny as a thief who ends up monstrous and the horror chasing and terrifying WOOH. So cool to see the twins in a HORROR and looking so satisfyingly terrifying after so often seeing their face in fluffy comedies. Seeing Mike who I'm also used to in comedy wirh his tits out, looking more likely to kill someone than the killers in 3 Will Be Free or the Player, turn into a spider monster. Dome TAKING HIM TO THE VOID with his shadow monsters. DOMES EYES TURNING BLACK AND HIM CONTROLING THE FORCES OF WHO KNOWS WHAT

So sexy. I can't overstate that. I am a way bigger fan of action and horror than fluff romcom and for me? This kind of plot is just a lot more rewarding to me to watch I'm screaming and laughing it's great >o<)/

If there's an immortal secret bl situation I'm gonna break over this show is already such a COOL concept such a fun execution, if you add this mysterious immortal guy who comes alive every midnight? And his DEMON CONTROLING lost love??? Ohhhh sexy sexy I'm beyond hype

And I'm really curious what the plot setup for those 2 is because I'm comparing to Hotel Del Luna, Guardian, Goblin, and Fairyland Lovers...so far this show doesn't match any totally. Khatha is able to be injured so probably not super-powered (but maybe? I'm not sure if he's stronger than the average human but he's certainly as vulnerable when injured). He IS regenerating whenrever midnight hits in the hotel so maybe more of a Hotel Del Luna cursed spirit lingering on thing? He has a magic cane with an orb on it that looks so much like Shen Wei's amber necklace it intrigues me greatly. It seems to be the source of magic (and rhe museum regenerating him is the other), so maybe his loved one he lost gave him the orb in the cane?

Dome meanwhile. Oh man. I get the vibe he's like Wu Xie - a nice helpful mortal guy who takes responsibility and Wants to help others and ends up somehow pulling shit together, inexplicably tied with an immortal Khatha (like wu xie is to Zhang Qiling). But khatha already recognizes him from something... and Dome has powers, implying there's more to him than "simple human who can see ghosts." So I can't rule out he's immortal too or magic or SOMETHING so it's not a full parallel to wu xie/Zhang qiling. Book Guardian kunlun/shen wei might be closest to their current dynamic?? But Khatha refreshingly, despite some similarities to rhe Hotel Del Luna and Goblin immortal leads... feels unique. He's got some elements to him I don't usually see or at least not in this specific combo. If anything, he reminds me of a more kpop esque style modern version of Bulgasal's lead guy... which is absolutely wild because visually you wouldn't peg Khatha for THAT kind of protagonist immortal, but that's the vibe he gives me. Stoic, angry and with some private goals, but once he's decided to protect someone he can honestly say it even if it's awkward ("I came to save you" "It's not your fault" "I'm sorry" they all feel more like Bulgasals lead then the tsundere Ness of Hotel Del Lunas girl, or the Absolute Commiting to sucky lies that Shen Wei commits to for a while).

It's all really unique world building so far surprisingly? Like it reminds me of a few things I love, but I can't say it's ripping tjem off either because it doesn't feel like it's following their lore or worldbuilding enough to be "the same kind of story." Yes ep 1 could be in any supernatural case show almost, like Hotel Del Luna or Guardian easily. But ep 2? It distinguished itself as something that can be terrifying, and have a whiplash kind of blend of Girl From Nowhere IM ON EDGE with Guardian level almost whimsical comic book level fantasy in the real world. I think maybe partly that's why I oddly get a Bulgasal feel.. nulgasal didn't have Guardians almost campy bits, but it had a level of Gory Horror and Realism in the world building that stuff like Goblin, Hotel Del Luna, Fairyland Lovers stayed a bit too polished and light hearted to do much of. Guardian did ir a little but they had real cheap cgi and blood and sets which limited how Gory Terror it could actually manage and toned it down a lot (say in comparison to the novel).

Such a cool concept so far... basically my point.

Also. The main assistant and Bam? Very cute. I ship them. I love Foei in cute kind Roles I eat it up and I love Bams actress so I'm quite smitten. I also love when the investigator in these kinds of shows is a woman (cop in The Guest, cop in Flower of Evil, Zhu Hong in guardian, Lang Qiao in Justice in the Dark, cop in Strangers from Hell) like if there's gonna be an investigator aiding the magical bitches on the down low? I like the choice of Bam.

Casting is FUN. Again it was so Cool to see Winny from My School President in such a different role, I appreciate actors getting a wide range to do genre wise and casting wise. And I saw that next episode Bright and the guy who played Neo in 3WBF are in it?!!! Every ep is gonna be cameos of actors I love apparently! And it looks like the trend of case eps will continue, which is great for Me!

#lb #midnight museum #im eating it up WHOEVER came up with the concept of Gun leading this type story?#bless them give them a raise give them a long vacation let them know theyre Inspired Talented Dreamworthy

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nya-vivi · 1 year

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in the end im replying to the oc ask in. another ask lol because 1. replying in comments is a pain 2. tumblr dms don't have the option to reply to a particular message and an ask will probably look more organized and better for you to read/reply because i got carried away and it's LONG (also i feel like we're gonna ping pong those long ass answers back and forth nehdhdhs not that i complain) but anyway,,

okokok im finally making a proper reply.

and im connecting in academical pain 🤝

about fandoms i'm interested in, my main ones at the moment are orv and honkai and afaik you're in neither so genshin is a perfect choice BUT im also kinda interested in the non fandom ones 👀 so if you'd like to talk about these ones too im all ears

for Lore:

ok so i had to point this out:

i suppose lore's lore really needs to be as correct as possible jdhdhd (i already love her name it's perfect for a travelersona 11/10)

anyway. so the whole idea is that what if there was another pair of siblings from which one was lost and another searching for them, yes? that's actually really cool, common goal, common adventure, like a better travel companion (sorry paimon). also aether mains unite and pretty boys so true

she honestly sounds like such a fun and positive person, i mean,, running around the teyvat, swinging the claymore back and forth, climbing to random places only to suddenly jump from them giving a heart attack the companions who only a second later notice that shes already gliding and laughing. like a chaotic moving source of serotonin a rey of sunshine etc etc, i think she would get along with amber!

OMG GOLD LORE TIED TO HER i love you for that this is literally my favorite piece of genshin lore. artifical heart is an interesting one i don't think ive seen this one that often actually, so more lifespan in exchange for altered body hmm does it affect her daily life in a way? or does it work the exact same way like a regular one but only works for a longer time?

omg omg so. lore and aether traveling together and at the same time lumi and lorena's sis ended up in the same place AND together together? now that's an interesting coincidence i wonder what lore and aether's reaction would be to finding out

the recent quest. did give us a lot of info about khaenri'ah indeed jdhdhd but that's good! you have now more insight into it

for Qinxi:

ok so this one thing is making me curious, how difficult was it to get a name for her? you listed the symbols that are part of it and was it that you first thought about words/meanings you want to include and then constructed a name, or firstly came up with a name and the symbols alongside it?

oOOoooooOo make up maker, i know absolutely nothing about make up HOWEVER it doesn't stop me from thinking that it's cool! and expensive one? so she's probably on her way to start a very lucrative business

it's nice she managed to combine the two without giving up on one another (if she had to then i hope she'd decide to follow the artist dream) and getting the best outcome. so: effective work ✔️ doing something she likes ✔️ man i wish that was me

omg so even the tianquan of the liyue qixing orders her products? damnnn so she's basically set for life jdhdhd im really curious how you're going to develop her further!!

for Vivi:

she's named like you!! i guess the reason is being self insert right? FAVONIUS LIBRARIAN OMG shes living the best life fr

owow the story has angsty parts im now really curious jdjdjd also a self insert not being involved in the plot has a vibe like when a player does everything in the game - all side quests missions etc EXCEPT the main story (like my friend tends to lol) ndhdhd. also #2: reincarnated villainess in a way she was one but died and now is just a girl or she reincarnated into a villainess character or something? because i read one (technically two if we count a guy version or three if we also count an anime) comic about the latter and that's what my brain associates with that trope jdhdh

geo catalyst so like ningguang, that's really cool of her

jshdhdhs you're also studying languages, right? im starting to see the self insert-ness.

oOOoO irminsul thingies, i must admit i really like the magic time/memory tree stuff in all hoyo games. also ok so this kinda answers my previous question, she was a villainess in a past life but now she's someone else yes? AND got enlightened about all the stuff from previous life when she touched the tree?

ah damn you student debt, but graduating also has its merits so ig it's not the worst scenario's especially that she managed to transfer to mond (truly ms worldwide, from fontaine to sumeru to mond)

honestly being afraid of celestia doesn't surprise me the slightest, everything regarding it is sus as hell. also getting a vision despite not wanting it is in a way suffering from success, she could bond with keqing over that ndhdhd

and mannn, living under celestia's watch sure must be stressful, especially considering all the irminsul and past life things. springvale in this situation you described made me think about the shire from middle-earth jshdhd a peaceful piece of land in a huge fantasy word and its schemes and secrets

please tell me when you come up with next events of her story because this does indeed sound intriguing! i wonder if nahida knows about vivi's past, now that you mentioned her

also #number idk which, we'll be getting fontaine soon, will you be adding more details to vivi's backstory now that we'll have more insight to how exactly life there looks like? or will you just focus on her in the current place and time meaning sumeru - > mond with celestia kiiinda involved?

and ok that's all thank you so much for sharing these with me!! you weren't bothering me at all i asked about that myself after all and to be fair im actually pretty interested in the creation process, because when i have an oc it's really chaotic and random but yours seem so well thought!

also, you know what. reading about your ocs and especially vivi since she's like your own special genshinsona made me think about what would mine be and. now im flooded with thoughts but. here it's not a place for that ksjdjd

also also, if you dont mind could i make a doodle of one of them for you maybe 👉👈 they seem cool and recently i got a sudden boost of motivation and have been practicing digital art so. yeah

Len my beloved I was smiling kicking and giggling silly at the ask fr ♡♡♡

Thank you for the sweet words! I'm not used to sharing original characters, since they tend to be personal and, well, I understand it's not everyone's cup of tea hearing about a random OC that doesn't have even a proper story yet hahah (not me tho, I'm not sane when ocs are involved,,, I love how creative everyone gets about them ♡) so it really made my day!!

I will be answering your questions (and some corrections because I did not express myself correctly ajbsiask English my beloathed) below the read more as last time, not to clog the dash ♡

Uhm, spoilers from Caribert & Act IV of Sumeru's archon quest??

So! Part by part:

About my other non-fandom ocs » so I once (a lot of years ago) made a story (a teeny beety dark) about a girl who could see ghosts and supernatural creatures and she could see her dead friend. In the end I made her friend, Anna, pass away, and I don't like killing my ocs ngl.

So I revived Anna and made her part of a blog idea I had, which was kinda restaurant-like thematic, so there would be a few ocs who worked as servers and the owner was a cat... That was before I found I was not meant to get into the spotlight LOL, but I still keep her in my head as part of the staff and occasionally play with her HAHA I quite like her, she's nice and I learned better of plot devices (so I try to kill my darlings the least I can).

About Lore, the idea at first was that both Lore and her sis were from another city but ended up in Khaenri'ah for one thing or another. Since Lore was the eldest of the two, she was the one to 'get to work' for both of them, but she was sick with a rare heart problem and it was difficult to work.

That's when Gold enters and makes the deal with Lore: Gold gets to experiment on her about artificial hearts (since it is before Albedo and, in my own supposition, she was perfectioning the art of artificial life) and she gets a good heart and money for her and her sister. In the end, the heart is perfectioned just before whatever happened in Khaenri'ah and Lore is sealed away to avoid her heart to be damaged.

That's when the timeline in my own story gets fuzzy, but roughly her sis ends up meeting Lumine and since she's alone (for Lore is asleep and secure), she leaves with Lumine and Dain.

The thing is, that in the Caribert quest they said everyone residing in Khaenri'ah that wasn't part of the nobles ended up turned into hilichurls, so I had to discard that idea </3

Most of the story is adaptable, but I have to get the most important thing very well thought before anything (I kinda need a bit more lore, ah the irony).

Her heart works like a motor: it works like a normal heart but it doesn't beat. It can stop if it is not properly maintained (and after 500 years, it needs revision) so as she's going to look for her sis, she's also looking for Gold (and Albedo) so they can revise her.

In an AU ending, Aether and Lore end up as in-laws LMAO they are friends but the surprise is there.

About Qinxi, the name was hard, because I don't know Chinese Hanzi (the logograms), but I usually use one website where you can see Hanzi combinations for actual names (I cannot quite find the website rn, but I will send it to you if you are interested) and found first the Qin logogram and then the Xi logogram with other combinations. Then, I copied the two and pasted them in yabla and liked how they sounded together. The name was primarily phonetic, then the meaning went along well and left it at that.

My main inspiration for her is the Song Dynasty, specially the make up (you can find there pretty designs of huadian) and also they seem to have pants? Pretty cool imho. But make up making is difficult to find ajdgajdja so I'm still searching for that 👀 (Edit 1: I did in fact find a bit on how chinese people used to do make up, so I have that more covered than before).

About Vivi, okay this is a bit difficult to explain: what I meant with the 'villainess' part was that Vivienne existed as a person before my self-insert inhibited her body.

Basically she died and was transmigrated to a body whose soul died at the same time (that's the mechanic, but it will not be explained tbh). So Vivienne (original) became Vivi. She is not a villainess nor was the previous host a villainess but that is what I informally call a 'villainess reincarnation' lol she still has her memories but they are fuzzy.

I'm thinking of making her transmigrate when Vivienne (og) was already into the Akademiya, simply because I'm not masochistic enough to go through college again HAHAH

I thought about making her catalyst because I detest combat aksboad but at some point I thought about making her ability/ultimate another weapon (since it has been increasing with more charas) but I'm debating, because it was when originally I thought of making her go through adolescence again. As I didn't like the idea of that, I think I might just scratch that out.

The geo part was because I got both geo/dendro elements/characteristics, but I really don't want to go through the academic system again (and honestly, I would be both curious but terribly afraid of finding something I weren't supposed to so a big nono) kavdoadb

To go through the last part of your ask: I didn't remember Celestia has in fact not appeared in 500 years, but because she ends up in the same timeline as the Traveler, she's still afraid xd I was thinking of making her a descendant, as she isn't quite of this world, and her information doesn't really appear in the Irminsul until she actually gets into the body (and thinking over a 'corrupted file' in the Irminsul 👀🤭), so Nahida knows something is up with her but Vivi really doesn't want to say anything important enough to change the plot, so in the end they get into a deal.

We will have to see what is cooking in Fontaine, but I already have a bit of a subplot (Vivi is going to become a wanted woman at some point HAHAH) the only thing left is to see if it isn't discordant with the world quest 👀 I also plan to include some info about her family! She has a brother and a father in-game, so both of them will appear, as she has a good relationship with them.

My goal is make her life difficult but not a disaster jagskadh my poor baby.

I would be SUPER excited if you decide to make art of Vivi 🤭🤭🤭 I have Vivi's info in my pinned post, but I have changed her design a bit 🤡 let me present the bust of her that I changed:

I changed a bit her hair and made her skin complexion darker, because the idea is that her mother was from Sumeru and her body got all the melatonin and I didn't quite knew what ✨color theory✨ was at the time because her base skin color is way lighter than it seems aksbaoxb

I want to change her outfit too, the idea of a sash tied around her waist as corsette type but not as rigid as one is still in my mind. I want her have something flowy (and ribbon-y) to match with both Sumeru's and Fontaine's clothing designs, but at the same time comfortable enough to be in the library or taking a stroll or fishing (because I haven't forgot about it. I have been making rounds and getting the fishing rods and I want her to have it as a hobby lolol). I'm looking for historical references (since it is theorized Fontaine is around the 1700/1800s France) but nothing concrete yet.

The reality of the well thought character (even if I feel she's still way underdeveloped for what I want) is my hyperfixation qjsnsoxb idk if that's good or not, but writing about her makes me think of her more solidly if it makes sense? More tangible than only a concept. Do you want to get mentioned if I ever decide her clothes?? (It's ok to say not don't worry fufu 🤭)

I am very excited for Fontaine (next month??) the only thing I know rn is what the npcs have told us but I'm super excited to see it (and the level of mechanical advancement, which I am obsessed with in genshin) to see what I can work with 👀

Oh! Don't forget to tell me if you ever think more things about your genshinsona 👀 you know I am very interested 👀👀 I feel like mr engineer and Vivi would get along as she's kinda of a mechanic and kind of a nerd about it too <3

#lovemail #len🎆#oc: vivienne #oc: qinxi #oc: lorena #i did not proofread this enough so if there's something i haven't explained well #pls tell me akxboaxj #i think i will make it in time!

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