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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Nine

���Your pretty face and electric soul.”

Vampire!Josh x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: Good morning, readers! Sorry for putting yall through the wringer in Chapter Eight. It will happen again, but not in this chapter! This one is a lot sweeter. If you haven’t read Chapter Eight yet I highly suggest you do so because this chapter won’t make a lot of sense without it. Also as always my inbox and DMs are always open so if you want to come scream at me after a chapter feel free to do so! Every single one of y'alls comments and thoughts means the world to me and I love hearing what you think. 😘😘😘

Word Count: 7310

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, allusions to violence, SMUT, 18+, minors DNI, blood play, teasing, brat taming if you squint, fang play(?), I think that’s it. :)

Sixteen hours. That's how long Josh had been asleep. The first two hours, you didn’t even move. You just held him as he slept, gently cleaning up any blood with a towel and running your fingers through his hair. Eventually, you shifted from behind him and got him properly tucked in. But you kept your promise, your eyes never left him for a second. After redressing you laid down next to him on the bed over the duvet. 

You were so focused on him that you didn’t even hear the door open, or notice Dimitri standing next to the bed. 

“How is our dear Joshua?”

Without looking up, you say,, “he’s fine.”

“How long has it been?”

“Sixteen hours.”

Dimitri hummed in response, “how long did it take for you to wake up?”

“Two nights.”

“Typically it's around the same amount of time for a Maker and their new Vampire,” he paused and said, “have you slept at all, darling?”

Ignoring his question you replied, “some people don’t wake up at all…”

“Oh that's very rare, and you know that-”

“Rare, but not impossible.” 

“I knew someone who took six nights to come back, and do you remember that Mary girl who lived with us during the twenties? She took over a week. It all just depends, darling.” 

“How long did you take?”

He looked off in the distance for a moment, “roughly three nights. Woke up in the basement of a church of all places.”

“I was in a carriage,” you said softly, the memories floating back to you, “in the middle of the day, no less. He was inside, sleeping.” For a moment, you were back in that carriage, terrified and unsure of where you were. You had made the mistake of pulling one of the curtains to the side to look out the window, only to be immediately met with searing pain on your hand from the sun. It was hours before your Maker came back to check on you. 

Dimitri shook his head, “Isaac wasn’t the most…thoughtful of Maker’s.”

You sat up on the bed, laughing a little, “that's putting it mildly.” 

“Have you heard from him at all?”

“Not since ‘84, and even that was too much.” 

Dimitri chuckled slightly before turning towards the door, “you should come downstairs, Portia and Magnus are finally back from their holiday. They’d love to see you.”

You shook your head and looked back at Josh, “no, I’m good…I’m staying up here.”

He smiled warmly, “I meant what I said last night, that you must mean a lot to him. Some people beg to be turned for other reasons, power, immortality, staying young forever, but he simply didn’t want to see you hurt. He didn’t even hesitate once he heard the terms. Love like that is rare.” 

The l-word caught you off guard and you sputtered, “I don’t know…I mean…we’ve barely even…it's kind of soon for that.”

“We’re Vampires, darling, since when do we care about time?” You were silent, trying to will the blush away from your skin. Before he left the room, he said, “if you need anything, just call for Phillip. He’ll bring you anything you need.” 

You resisted the urge to make a smartass comment about Phillip, “thank you, Dimitri.”

“Any time, darling,” he said before disappearing down the hall. 

Josh remained still in the bed, having not moved very much at all in the last few hours. You reached over and brushed his curls back again, and you weren’t sure if you were soothing Josh or soothing yourself. 

As the hours passed, you could not fight off sleep any longer, eventually letting it wash over you as you laid beside your lover. It wasn’t a restful sleep, in fact you found yourself waking up every other hour or so. Each time you’d sit up and check the time, noting how long it had been. You were still so full from the draining that you couldn’t even fathom feeding for at least a couple more days. Dimitri had checked in a few more times, sitting beside the bed to keep you company, but you turned down any invitation to come downstairs. You couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t miss him waking up, you were not going to chance Josh waking up frightened and alone. You wouldn’t let history repeat itself. 

~!~

Miles away, a now solitary hunter paced around his brother’s apartment. He had not felt ‘right’ in hours. Specifically, sixteen hours and five minutes. His Witch had tried to calm him down several times, but this was something she couldn’t fix. Not with her words, not with her love, and not with her magic.

~!~

It was the second night now, and you were dozing next to him. Movement next to you had you snapping your eyes open, and you saw Josh had rolled over on his side, facing you. His eyes were still closed, but his brows were knitted tightly together, and a frown was fixed on his face. 

You reached out, wanting to smooth your hand over his face, but his hand shot out from under the covers and snatched your wrist midair. The reflex was too fast, and his grip was too hard to be…human. Your entire body froze. 

Suddenly his eyes snapped open, his brown eyes staring at you, but not seeing you. You were flipped onto your back as he hovered over you, hand still gripping your wrist next to your head. He was still looking at you as if he didn’t recognize you. That was common after a Vampire wakes up, as the adjustment period was far longer than the movies and books would lead you to believe. 

“Boy Scout…,” you whispered slightly, hoping to jog his memory.

A low rumble came from his chest in response. That was another thing, it often took Vampires a little while to regain the ability to speak. 

Breathing heavily over you, his eyes raked down your form and his other hand reached towards your face. Those soft fingertips of his grazed your cheek, tracing your bone structure, your nose, and down your neck. His hand curled around your neck, his thumb slid across your jaw and landed on your lips, a familiar move he had done many times. 

You remained stock still, letting him explore. His eyes hadn’t met yours again, instead he was staring down at your lips while his thumb rubbed your bottom lip a few times. Taking a chance, you slightly puckered your lips to kiss the pad of his thumb. He blinked several times before finally looking up and into your eyes. There he was. His eyes softened immediately and he opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. He tried again, but it wasn’t happening for now. 

“It’s ok…you don’t have to talk right now, Josh,” you whispered. 

Instead, he crashed his lips onto yours, and sank his body down to rest fully on top of you. The hand wrapped around your wrist let go and slid up to thread his fingers in yours, which you gladly squeezed back. Now it was your turn to reach up and cup his face, feeling his muscles move as he tilted his head to get a better angle. 

But the sweet moment was cut short by him wrenching away from your face in pain. He sat up and straddled your waist, hands covering his mouth as he groaned into his palms. His fangs. They were trying to come down but he didn’t know how to relax and let it happen. Contrary to how they’re depicted in various forms of media, fangs don’t just instantly ‘click’ down. It's a skill. A skill one has to learn and hone in order to be able to feed properly and efficiently. 

You carefully sat up and gently took his hands away from his face. His eyes looked scared again, and you quickly shushed him and softly spread your thumbs across his upper lip where his gums were. He winced a little at the sensitivity as his hands rested on your forearms. 

“It's your fangs trying to come out for the first time. You have to relax, Josh,” he looked at you skeptically, “they can’t come down until you relax. Breathe through your nose for me? Yeah?” 

He fully sat down on your thighs, and did what he was told and took deep breaths through his nose. His eyes were trained on you the entire time. He could feel his teeth begin to move, his canine teeth especially. It felt like an invisible force was prying them out of his mouth. 

“I know it hurts, it always does the first few times, but soon you won’t even feel it happening, I promise,” your thumbs moved to his cheeks, your right one resting where his dimple normally was. 

He nodded slightly and leaned into your hand, trying to stay relaxed. 

“Watch me, ok?” You opened your mouth, baring your teeth and took a few deep breaths and slowly let down your own fangs. After over 350 years, it was hard to slow down the process, as you could complete the action as fast as blinking at this point, but you tried your best so your hunter-turned-Vampire could see it for himself. He studied the movement as it happened, finally having a proper visual to mentally focus on. 

After a few more deep breaths, his teeth shifted again, this time down, but not all the way. A smile lit up your face as he parted his lips to show you, and you whispered praises to him as he continued breathing. With a slight groan, his teeth descended all the way, and you saw his fangs for the first time. 

You stared in awe. While you met him as a human, seeing fangs in his mouth looked so…natural on him, as if they had always been there. Unexpected tears formed in your eyes, as it really hit you that he was a Vampire now, he was like you, and the two of you were the same. 

“Beautiful…,” you mused while touching one with your thumb, “do you want to see them?”

He nodded, and you looked around to see if there was a mirror. The closest thing you had was your phone, and you quickly snatched it off the nightstand and turned the camera on, flipping it to selfie-mode and handing it to Josh. He turned the phone over in his hands and held it in front of his face. It was definitely strange to see protruding fangs in his mouth, but they didn’t feel out of place. He ran his tongue over them a few times, feeling how sharp they were, how much longer they were from his other teeth, and he turned his head back and forth to see them at different angles. Satisfied, he tossed your phone to the side on the bed before turning back to you and cupping your face once more to collide his lips to yours, this time smiling into the kiss. 

It had been so long since you’ve kissed a fellow Vampire, especially one you lov- had feelings for. Your tongue slid across his teeth, feeling the contours and length of his fangs, and it was your turn to smile against his lips. He laid you back down onto the bed, shifting his legs so that he was between yours. His lips were everywhere, kissing all over your face and playfully scraping the tips against your skin. 

But the urge to drive them into your neck, to fully taste you in a way he couldn’t when he was human, was reaching a boiling point in his system. He was putting more and more pressure against your neck, but not breaking the skin…yet.

You quickly recognized what he was doing, what he wanted, and you pushed him away so that he was back over your face instead. 

“As much…as much as I’d love for you to do that…your first feed has to be with human blood…,” you were almost sad in telling him no, but this was a process that wasn’t fully complete until he tasted human blood for himself. It was what fully sealed a Vampire in their new form of existence, the full stop at the end of a sentence. Sheepishly, he closed his lips over his teeth, feeling like he had done something wrong. You caught the look in his eyes and quickly reassured him, “no no, it's ok, we’ll have plenty of time to do that afterwards, I promise.” You figured Dimitri himself would have a human or two on hand for feeding, as he was never a fan of blood bags. 

As if on cue, the older Vampire in question rapped his knuckles on the door as he opened it.

“Is our dear-,” before he could finish his sentence Josh immediately shifted on the bed and practically shielded you from Dimitri, his instincts taking over briefly. Dimitri held up his hands in truce, “now now, Joshua I’m not going to do anything. It's wonderful to see you awake and back with us.” 

You sat up behind Josh, looking at Dimitri over his shoulder, “you wouldn’t happen to have a human on hand? Please?”

“About that…after we talked earlier I let the Council know about your decision and that you were handling it yourself. They insisted on sending a representative here to make sure it actually happened.” He sighed before continuing, “Judith…is downstairs in the conservatory waiting for you.”

“Right now? He still can’t talk! He needs to have his first feed.” 

“I know, darling, I didn't expect them to send her this quickly,” he rolled his eyes as he said ‘her’, letting you know that Judith was not one of his friends on the Council. “I’ll give you a few minutes, but it’ll be better for everyone if you don’t keep her waiting.” With a sympathetic look, he closed the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone. 

“I’m so sorry, Josh, I didn’t kn-,” he turned and pressed a finger to your lips and shook his head, shushing you and letting you know that he understood. He got off the bed and collected his clothes from earlier that you had folded and placed on the couch. He threw his shirt on as he walked towards the ensuite at the far end of the room. You had already dressed while you had waited for him to wake up, so you sat at the edge of the bed and let him get ready. As he walked to the ensuite, you couldn’t help but notice that his walk was slightly different. His shoulders were straighter, his strides were quieter but more deliberate. You wondered if he himself even noticed the changes yet. From the angle of where you were sitting, you could just barely see himself checking his teeth out in the mirror again. His fangs had retreated back into his gums, and now his top row of teeth looked completely normal. 

His eyes looked at you through the mirror, catching your gaze. He smirked at you, before turning to finish getting dressed. As he exited the ensuite he locked eyes with you again and in an attempt at his new speed, he tried to race over to you. However, stopping was a completely different story, and he ended up tackling you onto the bed. 

Giggling, you reached up and traced his nose with your finger, “don’t worry, you’ll get there, Boy Scout.” You lifted your head to kiss him, and whispered against his lips, “come on, let's get this over with.” 

It wasn’t hard to find the conservatory, all you had to do was follow the classical music being played. Just like the rest of the manor, Dimitri spared no expense in this room either. It was a massive space, with a complete wall of windows that went from the floor all the way into the ceiling, creating a dome-like appearance. It was a perfect view of the stars at night, and a perfectly lethal place for a Vampire to be in after sunrise. He also had so many plants in the room it almost looked like a small forest in the room. Most of the flowering plants had closed their blooms for the night, and the evergreens sat peacefully in their pots. The main source of light in the room were the various lanterns that were strategically placed among the greenery. It created such an intimate atmosphere, especially with the light of the Waning Moon filtering in from the windows above. 

The beauty of the room stopped when you spotted the Council member sitting rather stiffly on the couch towards the middle of the room. Judith, as Dimitri called her, was a Vampire who appeared to be in her late fifties, with blonde hair that was so faded it almost looked gray at certain angles. She had it in a tight ponytail, making her sharp cheekbones the main feature of her face. Her eyes were equally gray, and they narrowed at the sight of Josh. 

“Ah, finally, there they are,” she said in mock enthusiasm. 

“Judith please,” Dimitri said with a sigh while nursing a drink in his hand.

Josh’s hand slid into yours as you made your way to the center of the room. His expression was neutral, but you knew his mind was full of thoughts and words for the snotty Vampire in front of him. 

Judith uncrossed her ankles and stood up, clipboard firmly in the crook of her arm. She gave you a look that let you know to let her look at Josh alone, and you reluctantly let go of his hand and went over to stand next to Dimitri. Her back was to you now, but you were still able to maintain eye contact with Josh.  

“Open your mouth,” she commanded flatly. She wanted to see his fangs. 

Josh looked at you briefly over her shoulder, starting to panic because he had only made his fangs come down once at this point, and was still getting the hang of it. He put his hands behind his back and wrung his wrists, trying to remember what you had told him. 

You kept eye contact with him, and motioned for him to take some deep breaths and to relax. Dimitri nodded along next to you; he wanted Josh to succeed almost as much as you did. 

Josh’s Adams apple bobbed a little before he opened his mouth. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to replicate how he had done it upstairs less than an hour ago. Judith stood there, staring at his teeth with an unimpressed look on her face. But after a few tense minutes, his fangs descended and locked in place. 

Judith made a small “hmph” sound and reached into the pocket of her skirt to fish out a measuring tape. She held the tape next to one of his fangs, and wrote down the measurement on the clipboard. She switched to the other side to get the other’s measurement, before mumbling loud enough for everyone to hear, “it's ok they’ll get longer in time.” 

Josh clamped his mouth shut and gave her a look that was so pointed, you were glad he wasn’t able to actually speak. But the way his eyes glared at her spoke volumes on their own. 

Judith ignored him while she made notes on the clipboard, scribbling away her thoughts and observations. 

“Has he fed yet,” she said without looking up.

“Umm…no, not yet-”

“Excellent. Bring in one of your humans, Dimitris,” she commanded as she finished her notes and looked back up at Josh. 

Dimitri sighed and took a long sip of his drink before motioning to one of his staff to fetch one of his human companions. He always had a steady supply of willing humans who were into being fed on. He had a knack for finding them in the haystack that was humanity. 

Josh looked at you again over Judith’s shoulder, the same panicky look from before had returned on his face. 

You mouthed, it's going to be ok, at him as the door opened and a woman in her mid twenties entered the room. 

Her eyes lit up when she saw Dimitri, “hi Dimitri…,” she gave him a flirty wave with her fingers. 

“Pleasure as always, Rebeckah,” he said with a small smile. She already knew where to go and dutifully went over to the couch and sat down, keeping her eyes on Dimitri the whole time. 

Judith motioned for Josh to join Rebeckah, and made his way over to the couch and sat down. You started to follow him before she barked, “I’d like to witness this alone, actually.” 

Something in you snapped, “the fuck you wi-”

Dimitri quickly stepped in, “what she’s trying to say is, as his Maker, I think it’s more than fair for her to be in the room for his first feed? Since he doesn’t know what he’s doing, she has a right to be here. In fact it would be the responsible thing to do, don’t you agree?”

Judith rolled her eyes, “fine, but she can’t interfere. The Council wants to see how he does on his own.” 

The Council didn’t want to see shit, you thought, they wanted him to fail. They wanted the ‘I told you so.’ 

Dimitri’s large hand landed on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze. 

“Very well,” he said in a clipped tone. 

You looked up at Dimitri, the worry written all over your face. He gave your shoulder another squeeze. 

Tentatively, Josh reached over and took Rebeckah’s wrist in his hand, figuring that would be the best place. He could feel her pulse through her arm, and it made his gums above his fangs throb. He felt is instincts trying to guide him, which was a good sign until-

“Oh not the wrist, it's your first feed after all, I know you really want the neck deep down,” she was practically taunting him at this point, and turned back to the older Vampire and used his own words against him, “don’t you agree, Dimitris?” 

Dimitri’s mouth twisted into a frown, “it is the ideal spot I suppose…”

You were practically vibrating with rage right now, and you wanted to physically rip Judith’s head off her body yourself. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be right there with him, guiding him through it and making sure he didn’t take too much. 

“Don’t be shy, get closer to her,” Judith said while flicking her wrist at Josh. 

Rebeckah obliged first and scooted close to him, angling her head to expose her neck. The smell of her blood filled his nostrils, and at first he thought he was hallucinating. He knew his senses would be stronger, but actually experiencing it was completely different. 

Judith had her back to you and Dimitri once again, and you used this to your advantage as you looked at Josh over her shoulder. You feigned scratching your neck to show him where to put his hand, which he immediately copied. 

He lowered his face to her neck, the scent of her blood was almost overwhelming to him now and it was still safely in her body. Part of him was running on pure instinct, and getting impatient that he hadn’t sunk his teeth into her yet, whereas the other part of him was having an out of body experience as the reality of the situation hit him. He was really about to drink blood, as a Vampire, for the first time. However, the instinctual side of him won out and he pressed his new fangs against her neck. He could feel her pulse against his teeth, and with the same ‘fuck it’ mentality one has before a shot of tequila, he pierced her flesh and her blood began flowing into his mouth. 

Rebeckah made a small squeak, but she relaxed in his hold and a serene smile spread across her face. 

Josh breathed through his nose and took his first real pull from her, and the sudden burst of flavor nearly had his eyes rolling back. He never expected blood to taste this good, let alone have a flavor profile. He recalled the taste of blood as he remembered it from his youth, that gross metallic flavor that would fill his mouth whenever he’d lose a tooth, or that one time Jake hit him in the mouth while they were fighting and cut his lip open. But now? Now he was getting notes of…lilies? Lavender maybe? It was all so overwhelming he wasn’t sure, he just knew that it was good. He kept pulling and pulling, feeling it run out of his mouth a little and down his chin. 

You on the other hand were watching him like a hawk, and listening to Rebeckah’s heartbeat even closer. It was still steady and normal, but you knew it wouldn’t be that way for much longer. The way Josh was pulling was very deep, but he didn’t understand that yet. If you hadn’t been so stressed about your lack of involvement, you would’ve noted how absolutely gorgeous he looked while feeding. He needed to slow down, if not stop completely. You thought back to your first feed, and it didn’t end well for the human involved because you had zero guidance. Isaac had just let you do what you wanted and cleaned up the mess later. But you didn’t want that for Josh, he didn’t deserve to be traumatized right out of the gate like that. 

He didn’t want this to end, part of him wanted to keep going until he couldn’t anymore. But this low thumping noise in his head got slower, and it was then he realized he had been hearing her heartbeat the entire time. It was slowing down, and he had just enough wherewithal to know he needed to let go. But knowing and doing were two different things. 

You were starting to panic, and you looked at Josh, hoping he’d look up just long enough to make eye contact with you. Judith started scribbling notes again, and you wanted to crack that entire clipboard over her head. You thought about faking a cough, making some sort of noise, but you didn’t want her to send you out of the room for ‘interfering.’ 

Josh wrenched his eyes open, and looked up to find you. He saw your eyes were watery and filled with panic, and he understood why. From your vantage point, you mouthed the words, “you need to let go,” to him, and he wanted to listen, he really did, but it was as if his mouth and his brain weren’t working together. But, he tried anyway, and loosened his grip on Rebeckah’s neck and slowly worked at dislodging his fangs from her neck. He fought the urge that was screaming at him to keep going, to drain her dry like a juice box, but he refused to let that voice win. With more force than he would’ve liked, he pulled his teeth from her neck, and let go of her completely. 

Before he could fully relax, he saw you point at your teeth, and then patted the side of your neck with those same fingers, silently telling him to use his blood to heal the bite. Josh sprung into action, quickly and hastily biting his index finger, breaking the skin and rubbing his own blood amongst her own on her neck along the puncture wounds. Within seconds they began to close and he was able to lean back on the couch, out of breath. 

Judith paused for a second in her scribbling, and looked at her watch on her wrist and wrote down the time. She observed Rebeckah for another minute, who seemed completely fine with the situation and was only slightly miffed she had blood on her dress. 

Dimitri gestured at the staff member standing by the door, “please take Miss Rebeckah to the kitchens to get her something to eat. Have the chef make her whatever she wants.” 

Rebeckah smiled and stood up from the couch, “and what about my dress?”

“I’ll get you a new one, as always,” this made her smile as she made her way out of the room. 

Without a second glance at Josh, Judith turned back to Dimitri and sighed, “I’ll give my observations to the Council but everything seems to be fine.” She looked at Josh over her shoulder, “welcome to your new life, don’t fuck up. We know who your family is, after all.” 

Josh glared at her as she exited the room. Dimitri gave you a nod and left as well, leaving the two of you alone. 

As soon as the door shut you rushed over to Josh, your hands immediately took his, as apologies fell from your mouth, “I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t know that was going to happen, you weren’t supposed to be alone like that-”

“...sw-sweetheart…,” his voice was so faint, but it was there. He was gaining his voice back. Relief flooded through you, you didn’t realize just how much you missed his voice until he spoke again. You couldn’t take it anymore and practically lept into his lap and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. His arms instantly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He was so thankful to finally get his hands on you. 

After spending several minutes just lying in his arms and breathing him in, you pulled back and said, “are you ok? How do you feel?”

A dreamy smile spread across his face, “honestly? I feel fucking incredible right now.” His voice was still scratchy, but it was gradually getting stronger.

You smiled back, “yeah? You did so good earlier, I want you to know that. They were setting you up to screw up but you didn’t. It's so difficult to stop like you did the first few times, let alone the first time. I’m so proud of you, Boy Scout.”

His cheeks reddened at the praise, “Ah, I just…I just remembered what you told me about listening for the heartbeat…had to force myself off though.” 

You were beaming at him now, “I’m not saying it's going to be easy, but I just know you’re going to be so good at it in no time. Next time I’ll be right there with you, I promise. I won’t let anyone get in the way of that again.”

His hands slipped under your shirt and rubbed the skin of your back, “I know you wanted to be there, it wasn’t your fault…” 

“But I-”

“I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this, it happened, but all we can do is move forward.”

You knew he was right, but you still felt bad, “I know I just-”

“Next time we can share, yeah?”

That surprised you, and you smirked at him, “Boy Scout…” 

He glanced out the wall of windows, and noticed the dark blue sky was starting to get lighter, “I think…I think we need to go back upstairs…and shut the windows…,” the suggestion dripped from his voice.

“Race you there?”

“You better get started, sweetheart…,” his eyes bore into yours before you took off from the conservatory. The two of you were a pair of giggling blurs rushing up the stairs to the third floor. He caught up to you at the door, and lurched to a halt while pressing you up against the solid wood. You reached behind you to start twisting the doorknob as he snaked an arm around your waist. His eyes looked even darker in the dim lighting of the corridor, but his smile was sweet, a combination that only he could pull off. 

Stumbling into the room, Josh locked the door behind him before reaching down and firmly gripping your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. He carried you backwards to the bed, while you stripped your shirt off and threw it blindly to the side. Your hands instantly returned to his cheeks as he laid you on the bed. He stood up momentarily to throw off his own shirt, before crawling up the bed and getting on top of you. The rest of your clothes were quickly shed, leaving the both of you naked. 

Josh’s mouth devoured yours, sucking on your bottom lip before he slipped his tongue inside and tangled it with your own. You moaned into his mouth, the relief of him being okay and back in your arms spurring you on. He groaned and lifted off your lips slightly, running his tongue along his top teeth. He looked at you, a little annoyed at his own body as his fangs tried to descend again. 

You recognized the look, and you smiled, “don’t fight it, Josh. Let them down, I wanna see them again…” 

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and concentrated. They came down ever so slightly faster this time, but he still winced at the pain. 

Staring at him, you reached up and gently touched one with your finger, “I just can’t get over how beautiful they look on you…” 

His cheeks reddened before he started working his way down your body, kissing every bit of skin he could reach. Every so often he’d drag his fangs across your skin, causing you to arch your back. As he made his way down to your core, he deliberately skipped where you needed him most to pay attention to your thighs. 

You sat up on your elbows and made a noise in protest, which made him chuckle against your skin. One of the few downsides (at least to him) to you being a supernatural creature was that any hickey’s he made would heal within minutes, but he loved littering your skin with them anyway. The way you arched towards him, trying to get him where you needed him only made him tease you further. Every time you thought he was going to put that perfect mouth of his against your core, he’d switch to the other thigh to nip and suck at your skin. 

“If you don’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence your lover latched onto your core, flattening out his tongue and licking a stripe from your entrance to just below your clit. A frustrated noise escaped you, and his eyes met yours with the most mischievous energy behind them. Those pools of molten molasses seemed to darken even more. Tilting his head slightly and curling his lip up to show you his teeth, he drug one of his new fangs over the edges of your lips, up and up, and slowly circled your clit. He put just enough pressure for you to feel the sharp edge against your sensitive flesh, before diving in and sharply sucking your clit into his mouth. You cried out, loud enough to echo around the room, and you couldn’t give a shit if anyone in this fortress of a house could hear you. 

Two of his fingers teased your entrance before plunging in, curling upwards and giving that spot inside you all the attention they could. His pace was quick and brutal, spurred on but the grip you had in in his hair and how you were practically fucking his mouth. He grinded his own need onto the mattress, desperate for some friction of his own. 

It wasn’t long before your first orgasm of the night washed over you, making you shake beneath him while grinding on his face. His fingers worked even harder to ride it out, drawing it out as long as possible for you. But he didn’t give you a chance to fully still. Placing one final kiss to your clit, he crawled up your body to claim your mouth, letting you taste yourself all over him. 

You were far from done when you flipped him over, straddling his hips and grinding against his cock. He threw his head back and made the sexiest whining sound you had heard in a long time. He sat up and gripped your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Tell me what you want…,” he whispered against your mouth while keeping you hovered just above his cock.

“Josh please-”

“Josh please, what, sweetheart?” 

“I need you, don’t be mean,” your voice was nearly an octave higher than normal, and now it was your turn to sound whiny. 

“...and what do you need?”

Your nails dug into the skin at the base of his neck, not caring if they broke skin a little now, he could handle it. 

“Your cock, Josh, I need your cock.”

His eyebrows raised in the cockiest manner, “oh? This? This cock?” Before you could answer he pulled you down onto him, plunging him deep inside as he bottomed out. His eyes rolled back at finally being inside you, and you used this distraction to tighten your pussy around him as revenge. A strangled noise left his throat, “you are…such…a little brat…” 

You smirked as you started to work yourself on his cock, relishing in every ridge and vein he had to offer you. He kept one arm around your ass, guiding you and gripping you as he leaned back on his other hand. As your pace quickened, you felt your own gums start to itch and move. You let your fangs descend, not wanting or needing to hold back anymore while with your lover. He was kissing your shoulder, and you leaned your head down to graze your teeth against the shell of his ear. 

He lifted his head, and gave you an equally toothy grin, both of you baring your fangs at each other. 

“Boy Scout…,” you started, nearly breathless, “remember earlier when I told you to wait?” He instantly caught on to what you were referring to, when he had almost bit you earlier. His Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded. “If I let you do that…can I bite you too?” 

His cock twitched inside you at the question, “please, please do…”

“Taste me, Josh, show me you know how,” you whispered. 

Another strangled sound escaped him before he lowered his head and pierced your neck with his fangs. It had been…a long time, decades even, since you had had a Vampire taste you. It was such an intimate act, most considered it almost sacred. 

Josh took a long pull off of you, and the first note that hit his tongue was a distinct cherry flavor, tart but sweet, along with a distinct undercurrent of sea salt. He could practically smell the ocean. Flashes and sounds started to flood his mind, swirling around in his mind's eye. They focused, and he saw you, as a teen in Jamestown, scrubbing the floors of the house you used to live in. A second flash, it's the Victorian era, and you’re giggling in bed with another man. You called him Colin before it dissipated. Another flash, it’s twenties and you look sad as you sipped your drink. You were surrounded by people partying, but you weren’t matching the energy. A final flash, this time it's the seventies and you look darling in your bell bottoms and feathered hair. You seemed happier then, laughing with a few girlfriends in a bar. 

The feeling of his fangs in your skin hurtled you toward your second orgasm. Before you could reach your high, you bit down on your lover's flesh. His taste…his taste was the same, but it was so much more vibrant? As if it had been turned up several notches. That orangey citrus flooded your senses, and as the vanilla showed itself to you, flashes started behind your eyes too. A small, scared, seven year old Josh scrambled to stab a rogue Vampire in the leg with a knife from under his bed. Another flash, this time Josh was older, late teens at best, getting lectured by his father about a hunting job gone wrong. The importance of his responsibility as the “oldest” was being drilled into his head. Flash number three, Josh is sitting next to his twin in front of a fire, laughing at some inside joke as he brings his beer to his lips. Who knew Jake Kiszka was capable of smiling? The final flash was him gathering some files on a table, the one on top had your name clearly on the tab. He wasn’t in his apartment, but in a room that looked like an office. 

Your vision went dark as your high overtook you, making you shake and pulse around him. His cock twitched inside you again, and a muffled groan shuddered against your skin letting you know he had reached his own high. Carefully, you each withdrew your teeth and lapped at the fresh blood on your skin as your wounds healed. 

Josh kissed you softly, mixing your blood with his, enjoying the taste. He opened his eyes and smiled at you, feeling more content and happy than he had in days. The stress from the past week had completely evaporated, and in this moment, all he saw, all he cared about, was you. 

His Vampire. 

The adoration for him was written all over your face, and you silently noted the blood smeared all over him. You looked over your shoulder at the ensuite, and could see the edge of a clawfoot tub from the doorway. 

“Lets get cleaned up, Boy Scout…”

His grin widened and he looked over your shoulder, seeing what you were looking at. He also saw the first light of the day start to filter in through the windows. Thankfully the bed was positioned in a way that didn’t put it anywhere near them, but in order to get the ensuite they’d have to cross them. Carefully he kept you in place as he reached for the remote on the nightstand. 

He punched the buttons, and the shades came down. His hand squeezed the flesh of your ass, “only the moon gets a free show, sweetheart…” 

You gave him a quick kiss before crawling off of him and leading him into the bathroom. Soon, the both of you were situated in the hot water, enjoying the extra wide clawfoot tub. 

Josh tried to take the lead in cleaning  up, but you stopped him and took it upon yourself to clean the blood off of his skin. He relaxed into the water as you swept the rag over his skin. Meticulously you cleaned any dry blood out of his beard and mustache, kissing him as you went. It had been a long time since someone had properly taken care of him afterwards. 

It was clear to you that the new-Vampire exhaustion was creeping up on your lover, and you worked a little faster to get him cleaned up so the two of you could return to bed. He would probably have another long sleep again, but not nearly as long as that first one. The process of becoming a Vampire was complete, but it still took time for the body to adjust.

Soon you were back in bed with him, the covers pulled over your exhausted bodies as you wrapped yourselves around each other. His ear was on your chest, and you were softly grazing your nails against his scalp. His eyes were closed, and sleep was well on its way. 

He pressed a soft kiss against your skin before mumbling, “...love you…” 

You stared at him as he completely stilled in your arms, eyes welling up, 

“Love you too, Boy Scout,” but you weren’t sure he heard it. 

To be continued…

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[frindoka]

my ultimate isaac bpd analysis

isaac o’connor is a guy i love to pick apart in a petri dish so here i am with my analysis on him and his feelings towards his relationships. and also, bpd, which will be mentioned throughout this because i see a lot of aspects of myself and my experience with bpd reflected with isaac.

sorry if any images r weird i wrote this in a google doc and the images tend to get a bit wacky as a result, i think. its long so i put it under a cut.

fast forwarding to a scene from chapter 7, it’s pretty important to this entire thing:

isaac, shown to be well-meaning and friendly, doesn’t exactly do the right thing because he’s just like that, just selfless; he does it to feel good about himself, to get others to like him, to get him to like himself. this is not necessarily a bad thing. for a lot of people, empathy and helping others can be a very big struggle, and they’ll be perceived as heartless if they don’t show what is expected of them.

isaac struggles with his self esteem and seemingly bases it upon what other people think of him instead of forming his own opinions about himself, formulating those based on what others say, and usually, his own analyzations of how they act. he wants to be perceived as, both to others and himself, a good person that could never hurt his friends. because by this point he had struck dimitri with a blow caused by his own fear, he already feels this thing he’s so carefully built up for himself starting to crumble. he wants to be good, and is a good kid, but struggles with his emotions and his outbursts, which he perceives as getting in the way of being a purely good person.

he is not violent nor cruel, but perceives himself as such (poor thang) which is why he seeks out other relationships to prove that he’s not all that what he thinks he is. if that makes any sense. tldr, isaac thinks he can prove (mostly to himself) that he’s a good person if he does good things for other people.

DOORMAN & TRUST

doorman, isaac’s caretaker, is a veeerrryyyy prominent figure in isaac’s life. with his first appearance, he’s introduced as a mentor that guides him through his struggles with his emotions, also showing that doorman is probably the only person isaac has confided in about this at this point (chapter two, excluding the past conversation with boss leader.)

isaac trusts doorman a lot, and doorman trusts him in turn. for a quick side track, let us turn to isaac’s relationship with trust.

if he trusts someone, he��ll do anything to keep that trust. he’s very over-analytical and anxious about breaking it, and when broken, he’ll steer clear of them in turn. he trusted spender, who had broken that trust and earned scorn from isaac. he trusted max with showing him doorman and the shortcut, and gets frustrated when max seems to break that momentarily, by not instantly spilling a secret in return- something isaac thought he “owed him for” instead of just doing something to help max. in the earlier chapters, his relationship with the other characters is very strained, as he does not communicate his emotions properly. at this point, he thinks of friendship as something beneficial to aid him in liking himself. which is something he should not be faulted for, considering he’s just 13 struggling with having no emotional outlet and rocky friendships in general. he desperately wants to reach out and talk to the other members of the club, but because he views them as the results of a broken trust, failed friendships, and has a perceived notion that they must hate him for something far in the past, he bottles himself up so he does not ruin anything further.

back to doorman, as isaac begins to try and move past this mindset following chapter 5, and begins to open up more, isaac returns to this state after doorman, someone he’s confided in for a very long time, reveals he has been keeping things from isaac- it reaches a boiling point.

isaac, who additionally already has issues with people holding things back from him (chapter 5: his and isabel’s argument, where he’s upset over his own beliefs of the club being mad at him), sees a part of this confirmed and immediately puts walls back up. isaac lashes out at doorman, made afraid of what he could have been “using him for” the entire time he’s been under his care, panicking in his emotional state because he had just had his previous trust shattered.

after putting all of his trust into someone (doorman) i can’t imagine he’d be willing to go back and mend this relationship for a while, as he thinks doorman had been using him the entire time. he picks out and over analyzes everything from what doorman had been saying, throwing him into a worse emotional state, leading up into where he leaves the slanted manse in a rush.

this is not to say isaac is a bad person, of course. he’s impulsive, letting his emotions guide him despite his best efforts- which isn’t a bad thing. he’s clearly trying to work on it throughout the whole comic currently, but with stress from everything happening in his life piling up, there’s no way he could have kept a cool face after his relationship with his mentor is broken in his eyes. he’s a kid who struggles with his emotions. it doesn’t make him evil.

MAX, & A SECOND CHANCE

as soon as max moves, isaac keeps himself close to him in an attempt to be his freind. not necessarily because he likes him at first! but because he sees him as a second chance to fit in with the rest of the activity club, as he had already ruined his previous one in his own eyes.

because isaac keeps pushing himself away from the rest of the club, he doesn’t allow himself to heal, and repeats his mistakes with another person. when he’s upset, he hangs onto it, which is why he’s clung onto his previous mistakes for so long- due to him being so caught up in the past, he doesn’t focus on what he could do in the present. it’s why he’s distrustful of mr spender, and the activity club, and starts gravitating away from max, too, when he’s hurt by him. he finds himself jealous of the way max can bounce back so easily while his emotions fester in his head.

with bpd & holding grudges, it’s hard to let them go- with intensified emotions following every thought about a past event that could have hurt the person. because so much is tied to specific events, no matter how small they could have seemed to other people, it’s easy for it to eat you up inside. (especially when you bottle it up and let it fester for a long while!) the pile of this makes it hard to trust people, and in my experience i’ve been afraid to trust people because of past friendships. i feel like isaac ticks somewhat of the same way, his feelings pushing away his friends, no matter how much he doesn’t want that…

following his argument with isabel, he turns to trying to prove his worth Again by defeating hijack’d spender.

max, of course, doesn’t hate isaac like isaac may think he does... he messes with him, but doesn’t turn that into a dislike towards him. even so, he tries to push himself away again by quitting the club when he hurts max. in these panels he explicitly says he saw max as a fresh start, not exactly a friend- he wanted to start over with someone who didn’t know who he was or what he did. in the end, it’s unfair for him to push his frustration onto max because he was worried about how he was perceived. 

following his admission to this, he’s able to form actual connections with the rest of the club (albeit with a bit of hesitance on his part shown in the panels below. i choose to interpret this as him trying to search for a lie behind isabel’s words when there isn’t one in actuality, because he’s so used to thinking of other people as having ulterior motives against him)

(also the line about him expecting rejection but craving acceptance wrecks me. it speaks for itself here)

with this leading us into:

ISAAC & THE ACTIVITY CLUB

his distrust stems from the people around him keeping secrets. while the secret of the activity consortium is kept out of necessity, it’s unfair in isaac’s own eyes. if everyone else can know, why can’t he? (of course we know the answer but we’re talking about this guys thoughts right now) adding on his regret from hurting dimitri, and him thinking that dimitri quit because of the injury, isaac’s fear melts away into distrust. he keeps himself around the activity club, but this is a matter of him proving himself and craving their acceptance.

however, because he’s busy festering in his emotions regarding past events, he doesn’t bring them up to anyone else. he doesn’t try to fix his problems, leaving the rest of the club confused and upset on as to why he “keeps picking at the scab,” in isabel’s own words-

leading to him paying only his own emotions any mind, rather than considering the feelings of others. while isaac desperately wants to talk about his own emotions, his distrust leads him away from that, until it eventually reaches its boiling point, exploding in an argument with isabel. they hurt each other consistently without realizing because neither of them talk about what’s happened. the alt text for this page makes me insane, by the way.

isaac is afraid of the past and the mistakes he’s made then, and it carries over to the present, manifesting in unstable emotions and rocky relationships. luckily he’s able to go towards fixing this between him and the other kids of the club, shown in the section with max & how he ends up admitting his faults. it shows to isabel that he hasn’t been treated all that fairly, either, and she begins to act weary of spender as a result. look at the club being all happy this panel makes me sick and ill 

i feel like this is as much as i can say on this since im kind of running out of content a bit. i’ve never been all that good at collecting coherent thoughts but i <3 isaac and i wanted to give my thoughts on him since i see a lot of my own bpd traits in this guy, and generally it just makes me happy to see a character who reflects some aspects of myself have good relationships & happy moments in life, yknow. live laugh love isaac o’connor

[isabelguerra]

YOU. WIZARD AU GUY. TELL US MORE ABOUT WIZARD PROM PLEASE. DOES IT GET DEEP INTO SHIPPING TERRITORY? WHO GOES WITH WHO? PLEASE I NNNNNNEEED TO KNOW

HI ANON AS YOU WISH

Wizard prom. head in my hands. Dont even get me started on wizard prom. I’m assuming you’re talking about yule in their 6th year, pls correct me if that not it but I can’t think of anything else youd be referring to so I’m going to talk about Yule.

It gets a little into shipping territory! Some of the yule pairups aren’t automatically romantic. The ships in wizard au are, since i made the au, catered to me, but don’t let that stop you. These are how I wrote them but if you think it’d be fun to see stephen/alex or idk collin/cody be my guest. With that said the yule pairs are:

- Isabel & Max: They go for appearances (Hogwarts champion & Quidditch captain, Guerra family heir, one of the best witches in their year) and because neither got dates with people they liked otherwise. Which is not to say other people didn’t ask them, but neither were interested in those people. So, why not go with your best friend?

- Cody & the Beauxbatons champion, who is a sweet boy with soft brown hair and glasses

- Ed & RJ: #nonbinaryswag

- Ollie & some Durmstrang twink

- Stephen & Dimitri (imo still the funniest crackship out there)

- Johnny does not get a date (loser)

- Violet & Lisa

- Spender & Garcia: I used to have Spender go alone but that was before sparcia became real so as much as i would like to laugh at him and make him single again i have to vote for gay rights

- Isaac also doesn’t get a date (loser x2). Maybe he asks someone and they turn him down. I like to bully Isaac

- Day & Zarei

Those are the pairings I can think of. Otherwise we have Jeff who goes alone but has a great time, Suzy and Collin who spend the whole night trying to get a scoop rather than dancing (Collin was roped into this unwillingly), Professor Walker who is chaperoning, and I feel like I’m forgetting some but if I remember I’ll add them in later.

This lineup is WAYYYY WAY different than the OG au, I think back in 2015 it was more like:

- Max alone because he couldn’t get a date

- Ed & Isabel went as bffs

- Isaac no date

- Jang went as a group of 4 bffs with matching outfits

Which has changed a lot. Ed & Isabel don’t go together anymore because going with your sibling is social suicide and also Ed likes RJ. Wizard AU is first and foremost an izjo au, and Isabel and Johnny did the chicken dance around asking each other until it was too late, so Isabel going with Max is part of that. They end up hanging out through most of yule anyway, but they didn’t ask each other and they both kind of regret it. The gang doesn’t go with each other anymore because as fun as I think it’d be, I think it’s something they would do at 12 and not 16. Theyre all growing into being their own person, and that involves being daring and asking the person they like to wizard prom except Johnny.

I dug through discord and found these old messages bullying izjo for not asking each other. Please enjoy

[junk-thrillz]

I’ve tried multiple times today to write down Suzy’s name in full, but it’s like a shadow spirit is holding my fingers back every time. My desire to have an easy-to-guess, accurate method of character tagging for Paranatural posts is completely at odds with the fact that tagging ANY post as ‘Suzy Starchman’ feels like unleashing a million devils.

This isn’t a negativity post, like I’ve been genuinely delighted by everything these past few updates have thrown at us, but I’ll admit, it’s fucking WEIRD knowing Suzy’s last name. It’s so weird!! It’s so weeeeeeird!! I archive-binged the comic and joined the fandom right as Chapter 7 was starting, and on top of that I started reading as a teenager (still a teenager), so the couple years it took for Chapter 7 to wrap up felt much, much longer than it actually was. And in those years I’d gone through so many damn fic/au ideas and binged so much fan content and memorized so many fan theories and reread the comic so many times and had had such an eclectic development of my character/shipping/etc. tastes that it all felt like an eternity.

But now we’re out of Chapter 7, and because it’s not a flashback chapter, things are progressing at a normal pace again, and because of that every new reveal feels to me like a punch in the face you know is coming, but that comes way faster than expected. The thing is, Chapter 7 feeling like such a long stretch of time to me got me into the mindset that I’d be waiting for a lot of stuff for forever. Suzy’s name being this big mystery was something I’ve been thinking about since the very beginning of my reading the comic, but any sort of information being revealed about it felt infinitely far-off, like the kind of thing that would never really end up happening. Putting together the puzzle pieces of what happened between Isaac and Dimitri, getting a crapton of information revealed about Paranatural’s fundamental lore, finally getting confirmation that Max’s mom was Agent Summers... all of these things felt that way too. I wasn’t expecting to be knocked out of a fandom-only existence, where fan content remains, on some small level, stagnant*, because we simply weren’t getting a ton of information revealed to us.

My immediate reaction is, “didn’t the Angel’s-identity reveal happen too soon?” “Didn’t the reveal of Suzy’s name happen too soon?” “Didn’t Dimitri’s lie getting thrown out into the open happen too soon?” But this is how it should be. This is normal. Not everything can or should be revealed at the very end of the comic. It’s just hard for me to wrap my head around, is all. On some level, I don’t think I was able to imagine someday waking up to a new page with Violet and Lisa on it. But Chapter 8′s happening, and we’re moving forward in time, and we’re almost back at Mayview Middle...! I just don’t know how to explain to my own brain that information getting revealed is normal.

*When I say stagnant, I mean it in the sense that Paranatural’s only ever going to have so many mysteries. For the longest time, Suzy’s name was THE mystery about her! For the longest time, Suzy and Isabel’s dynamic was stand-out as being completely and utterly incomprehensibly fantastically hilariously weird. And silly. So these things come up again and again, and they never stop being fun. Every fandom’s got its own identity! Bits like the Miss-Suzy theory and Suzabel’s dynamic are wonderfully ingrained in fancontent, and have been for years. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[incorrectpnatquotes]

[Isaac sneezes and accidentally shoots Dimitri with lightning in the Slanted Manse]

Isaac: Oh no!

Mr. Spender: Oh my God, why did you do that?!

Isaac: I didn't do it on purpose, there's like a lot of dust in here!

[thejangisautistic]

time to ramble about shit since i’m thinking about it again

ok so like i know a lot of people seem to think that the isaac flashback is going to focus on what happened to dimitri but personally? i’m kinda hoping it doesn’t?

first reason is i’m kinda hoping to see this theory get confirmed

so like i am hoping the flashback takes place either sometime around the possible spender & catnine fight, or after when spender finds out isaac is a spectral & medium to catnine. did spender see isaac get possessed or did he find out about isaac being a spectral later and then learn about how catnine possessed him. i kinda want to see how spender found out about isaac being a spectral and how he got him to join the activity club too, since out of the remaining activity club members, he’s kinda the odd one out since unlike ed and isabel, spender hasn’t known him for a long time and he wasn’t a spectral for basically his entire life. also just think it would prove for more focus on spender and isaac themselves and how they interact with eachother.

and then there’s also the fact that. i kinda don’t want to learn about what happened to dimitri just yet. i just feel like it’s too soon to really get into that? it was only two chapters ago that we learned that something even happened at all and that dimitri’s more plot relevant than we first thought, after 4 chapters of barely seeing him. solving that little mystery so soon after learning it even exists and when we’ve seen and learned so little about dimitri himself just doesn’t feel right to me? i feel like seeing more of dimitri and learning more about how he is now, seeing how he reacts to spectral stuff, and maybe getting little crumbs on how the event effected him and his relationship with the other club members would make learning about it feel more satisfying. also dimitri getting his own little flashback chapter separate from the activity club about why he left it would be fitting for fuckin. ✨symbolic✨ reasons i guess kjlsad no i am not hoping for this because i want a dimitri centered chapter no what are you talking about

[impossible-rat-babies]

Inktober Day 11 -- Dimitri Enallasani

“I knew the choice I was making; I don’t need to be chided like a helpless hunter on their first hunt. The consequences that will come I will bear as I’ve always done.”

“It’s up to Mythal and Elgar’nan to judge my actions now.”

--

[paranaturalpop]

I rate your pnat ships by how well they work as foils

I’m Professor Pops, welcome to Literature 405: comparing and contrasting in pnat ships. Love is in the air but all that really matters is narrative symmetry!

Mina and Agent Day (submitted by @anxanhh)

two women on missions who need a confidante. 

Mina is a calculating woman of science with a tender, vulnerable heart deep down that she guards. Day is a fun, giggly love goddess but beneath the surface she is just as calculating.  

They are both focused on their prospective goals to the point of subterfuge. 

They have similar missions, to solve the many mysteries of Mayview, but they’re at odds instead of working together. Will these lone wolves learn to let their walls down and work towards a common goal? 

Their spectral energies are complementary colors!!!!!!!!!!!! 

9/10 so different yet so alike. They should kiss and also develop as people.

Spendcia

Where's that post about paranatural having what my hero academia wants?

These two had interacted in cannon only once before we found out they were dating, power move on Zack’s part

The cousinhood and the consortium seem to have bad blood…. Enemies to lovers????

As teachers, Garcia is tired and phoning it in while spender is energetic and committed. But when it comes to mystery solving Spender is burning himself out while Garcia keeps him grounded.

Garcia does things like pack spender lunches with little hearts drawn on the bag but was surprised to be called his boyfriend. He acts chill but inside he is deeply invested in spender but also knows about spender’s isolating tendencies. 

8/10 there's a reason these two have been off and on again for 6ish years, they’re walking a tightrope of vulnerability.

Imaax (submitted by Rubyya)

The Destiel of Paranatural. No I will not elaborate.

Here’s a pnat history lesson, the original ship name was Maxaac, but Zack weighed in on twitter with a much better alternative: Imaax. Also sometimes called Team Lightning Rod. 

Black and blue colors, just like the emotional bruises they leave on the people around them. 

Isaac wants to be seen as heroic and Max wants to be seen as aloof. It presents in different ways but deep down they both really care what other people think.

They both fear sincerity. Isaac protects himself with theatrics and Max with sarcasm. 

Isaac puts on a big show of having strong ethics but he’s a little mean on instinct. Max puts on a big show of cutting people down with his snark and devil-may-care attitude, but when push comes to shove he’s kind and cares how other people feel. 

Max immediately insults every person he meets and they still want to be best friends with him, while Issac tries so hard to be cool and nice but people just can’t stand him. 

The meta tension between Isaac, who wants so badly to be the protagonist, and Max “magnetic personally” Puckett who is exhausted with being the protagonist, is delicious. 

There’s a reason official art tends to portray them together. They bring out the best in each other. Isaac brakes through Max’s performative pessimism and Max brings Isaac down to earth. 

10/10 these two were written as a pair and it shows.

Suzabel (submitted by Rubyya)

One of my fav tropes is ‘enemies to friends’ where the enemy part is completely one-sided. Isabel probably thinks she and Suzy get along great. 

Both the heads of their respective clubs, but with very different leadership styles. 

Isabel only studies her grandfather's spectral style to please him and is a near master of it, while Suzy is incredibly self-motivated even though her actual skills are lacking. 

Isabel is at a crucial time in her life where she’s learning to distance herself from adult authority figures in order to take on more personal responsibility. Suzy is already blazing with independence and could help her adjust. 

Inversely, Isabel could teach Suzy a thing or two about treating your club members with respect and doing the emotional labor necessary to prevent future conflict. 

Red and pink! Valentines colors! 

Isabel could kill you but would never, Suzy would actually try to kill you. 

Investigative reporter/person living mysterious double life is a great dynamic.

Back when Izzy had Eightfold they had the ship name ‘Paper Girls’ which is awesome

7/10 Don’t ask me how I know this but they would kill at karaoke together. And they’re ok foils.

Bullymagnet

Max ‘too cool for clubs’ vs a boy who defines himself by his tight knit group. 

Max is learning to be less passive aggressive and johnny is learning to be less aggressive aggressive. 

Max’s entry to spectral life was when he injured Johnny and saw a shade of a doctopi on him, and Johnny's first shade was Max's doctopi after the hit ball game. 

Johnny refuses to commit to not bullying max anymore even though he really likes him, and max is working on being nicer but he’s still gonna be snarky with people even though they’re his friends. Old habits die hard. 

If he hadn't seen that shade, Max might have joined Johnny's gang. He has the style, the stunts, the snark. 

8/10 Just two bros whose lives are changing forever.

Isaac and Dimitri (submitted by Rubyya)

Here’s my pitch for a ship name: Brainstorm

Orange and blue are complementary colors. 

Isaac hurt Dimitri accidentally somehow. Hurting others accidentally is the central theme of chapter 5. 

Idealist/pragmatist is a classic dynamic

They both have relationships with their spirit partners that are rooted in fear. 

Dimitri’s self concept is overly dependent on his sense of intellectual superiority, and Isaac’s on ethical superiority. 

7/10 have not directly interacted in the comic yet but the narrative symmetry is there

Johnny and Isabel (submitted by Rubyya)

Burnhound Vs Shockadile

These two are natural leaders who know how to treat their friends with respect.

These jocks are both lethal weapons, but while Isabel is a master martial artist, Johnny is a passionate but blunt instrument.

They’re both going through similar identity crises.

Isabel is struggling to reconcile her violent and disciplined upbringing with a good, gentle heart and Johnny is trying to reconcile his violent and self-centered lifestyle with a developing respect and empathy for other people.

Johnny dies his hair red, so he would think it’s cool how Izzy emits a fiery red aura when excited.

8/10 there's a reason these two were the team leaders in the hit ball arch.

Violet and Lisa (submitted by Rubyya)

People have been theorizing about what kind of cryptid Lisa is since day one meanwhile Violet gives off big normie energy.

Lisa is very plugged into all the Mayview weirdness as the queen of the school underground, while Violet was the only person who thought to go get a teacher during the hit ball arch. Lisa was also the only one who really spoke openly about how something was clearly very wrong with Jeff, everyone else talked around it and played by the so called ‘rules’. Lisa’s secret brokering Vs. Violet’s ‘sunlight is the best disinfectant’ attitude presents two different approaches to trying to survive in a school run by a mysterious shadow organization within a town that contains several other mysterious shadow organizations.

“If you were, I’d have to be jealous too.” just two middle schoolers pinning over their crushes.

7/10 two girls against the world.

Isaac and Johnny

ship name: Firestorm?

Just 2 fiery redheaded mediums with anger management issues that command primal forces and wanna be best friends with max

Johnny chooses to have red spiky hair, Issac has had red spiky hair thrust upon him.

Both met Maxwell Pucket and decided they needed to change for the better.

I’ve said this before but Johnny and Issac have equal and opposite philosophies. Johnny doesn't care about the greater good, he just cares about a small group of people who he loves. Issac cares about the greater good, but can’t connect with individuals and ends up hurting them. Together they form one GoodTM boy.

Both their spirit partners want revenge on Spender. This spells trouble.

If there’s anyone to teach Isaac about unconditional friendship, it’s Johnny

Isaac has sworn off violence and Johnny worships at the altar of it.

9/10 they’ve only interacted in canon once so far but I’ve think we’ve got a big storm coming.

Suzy and Collin (submitted by Rubyya)

The Bakudeku of pnat. I will continue to not elaborate.

Suzy once stole Collin's phone which prompted Collin to try to cut her hair which prompted Suzy to stab Collin and at no point did either of them think to move to a different bus seat. As different as they are they are also very much the same.

Collin is the definition of mouth service (constantly disapproving of suzy’s antics but going along with it anyway.) while suzy is all action.

Despite their different attitudes they both seem genuinely passionate about the journalism club.

Fashion icons. Suzy’s sunglasses and legwarmers, Collins sweater vests and wrist bands, this duo could walk for Paris fashion week: middle school edition.

We’ve gotten an indication that Collin cares a lot about what Suzy thinks of him (taking off his wrist bands when she made fun of Max's) but we haven't gotten any sign yet that the feelings are mutual.

5/10 I think their story is yet to be told and we’ll get to know more about how they compare/contrast to each other in the future. Maybe brought on by Dimitri's betrayal?????

Cody and Isabel (Submitted by @a-bitchtm)

Cody is gay by WOG but that doesn't matter here since we are evaluating thematic compatibility, not romantic compatibility.

Red Vs. Blue

Izzy’s arch about stepping into her role as leader through communication and honesty contrasts Cody’s role as the secret class president. Izzy finally told Isaac the truth about the consortium, while Cody blatantly lied to max about being president.

Both seem to have generally good motivations and the skills/talent to back those motivations up.

Isabel is in the process of unlearning the ‘firm hand’ philosophy that she learned from her grandpa and Cody’s dad straight up tried to mind control him into murdering a toddler.

They were both taught to fall back on their capacity for violence and intimidation but those teachings conflict with the people they really want to be.

6/10 just two kids who are being led astray by authority figures trying to learn to be themselves.

Cody and Collin (Submitted by @gatortavern)

They both like vests.

Both beholden to blood thirsty predators

Collin is a journalist, Cody is a vampire/leader of the shadow government. It’s a huge power move on Cody’s part to hang out with Collin.

Cody’s support of his friends is enthusiastic while Collin would have you believe Suzy has kidnapped him.

4/10 they hang out for a reason but those reasons have yet to be fully developed

Isabel and Max (submitted by @Paranatural-goofiness)

They’re both people who have learned to put up walls to keep people out. Isabel through violence and intimidation, max through sarcasm and mockery. T

he other side of this is their mutual journey to let their walls down and connect with other people more genuinely, starting with each other.

Their search for acceptance and identity has led them both to become incredible athletes. Spectral fist martial arts = shred eagle stunts

As we saw in the hit ball game, Izzy faces things head on while Max is all about evasion. However we’ve seen how Izzy has actually learned to be evasive and guarded about her feelings while Max is a little more forthcoming.

8/10  Never has there been faster friends.

Isaac and Cody (submitted by Rubyya)

Drama kings

Isaac wants the likability Cody has.

Parallels of power: Isaac with power he didn't choose and cant control vs. Cody who also didn’t choose to have his power (elected), but wields it like an instrument.

Involuntary anime hair and involuntary glowing monster eyes

These two definitely both fall under the category of “lawful”.

I can see these two ending up on opposite sides of a conflict because they both have such rigid personal codes and an intense sense of duty.

I know I’ve been approaching almost all of these platonically but Isaac probably really wants a cool vampire boyfriend deep down

 7/10 Unstoppable force, meet immovable object. You two should watch anime together.

Hijack and PJ (submitted by @gatortavern)

They both wanna join the activity club so bad

Both have immature ideas about heroism and villainy. 

Both aspire to heroism while at the same time understanding that they aren't that yet and maybe never will be. 

They both, like many people in this comic, wanna be friends with max.  

5/10 Two supernatural babies who should play wii sports together

Stephen and Isaac (@Gatortavern)

Two boys who are easily overwhelmed

Lawful vs. chaotic

Isaac has enough secrets to give Stephen his conspiracy fix for a long time. 

In their own ways they both just want everything out in the open. 

Isaac is Stephen's dream, someone actually living a secret double life, and Stephen is Issac's dream, someone with a cool scar who would think he’s actually very interesting. 

5/10 these two are both very intense in their own way.

Johnny and Ed (Submitted by @theevilbrainman)

Two souls lost in the wind

Two people for whom friendship and loyalty is central to their character, and they’re both struggling with personal growth because of it. Johnny is afraid to change because his friends have always liked the person he already is, and Ed is struggling to even define himself outside of Isabel, the person he cares about the most. 

Both impulsive and uninhibited. 

They both live lives free from expectation. Johnny’s wild bully persona means no one is surprised by his antics or cruelty, while Grandpa Guerra doesn't really care if Ed takes up phantom fist like Isabel. He actually calls him a freeloader. Not having much expected of you can feel free but it’s also lonely and can warp your self-perception. 

6/10 these two crossed paths at exactly the right time.

I didn't cover every submission because even though only 9 people submitted you sent in 34 ships between you. Pnat’s fanbase is small but very dedicated. 

Honorable mentions: 

Johnny and clear sinuses, submitted by @gaul-the-unmitigated

Isaac and therapy, submitted by both @squidgeons and @somethingfishysgoingon

PJ and Johnny, submitted by @gatortavern, who seems to be under the impression that Johnny Would protect PJ and not destroy him just by breathing near him.

Day and Scabs, submitted by @gatortavern, because funny.

Special thanks to everyone who sent in ship between people who have never interacted in cannon, which was a lot of you. My eyes are opened now, so many possibilities.

[themaxbox]

How well does Max know his classmates names?

Okay so let’s be real. Max has been in Mayview all of four days by the end of Chapter 6. He met a lot of people all at the same time and then a lot of things happened. And so here we have, the order of names actually learned:

1) Johnny. First impressions man. fairly sure he shouts his own name a few times. That said he does not know the rest of that group’s names. Give him a sec he might get one more of them. Probably not though. 2) Suzy. she makes herself very known. That said, Max still does not know Collin’s name. 3) Dimitri. We see him get introduced and we know it sticks because the next instance of Max hearing his name is when he greets him by name in chapter 5 (”hey Dimitri” “Sup”). 4) Isabel. He gets her number and she is the most outgoing of the group. Probably sticks as he puts her number in his phone and has her name as the contact. 5) Ed. He’s heard Ed’s name a few times by the end of midnight visitor, but the first time only half sticks because it was in the same minute as Cody, Jeff, Violet, and Lisa. That is why they are not that high on the list. No way any of those names stuck when he was told all five at once. 6) Isaac. We see him fully grasp the name in “YOU!” “YOU!” at the start of Chapter 3. 7) Jeff. He was friendly and cool but it only really stuck when he got possessed. 8) Cody. Look they literally talked ONCE before ending up on opposite sides of a hitball game, and it was while everyone else was also doing introductions. He processed that boy’s name during that game. 9 and 10) He did not know Lisa and Violet’s names until the school store. This is like 70% projecting my memory issues and 100% headcanon. If you have thoughts I’d love to hear them. The only thing I feel strongly about is Max barely remembering who Cody even is by PE. The kid has met so many new people man. Let him rest.

[mariamermaid]

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

Derek Hale x Fem Reader

Summary: After exhausting events, you decide that it was time to have some fun for the pack. However, Derek seems to be in a bad mood and you try to make him jealous…

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: underaged drinking

  You hadn´t thought Lydia would be the one to panic, however, you turned out to be wrong. Sighing to yourself, you wondered if it had been such a good idea after all. But now it was too late; you could the see the neon lights of club glowing from afar. It was a dark night in the early spring, the weather still cold at the late time you now arrived. You had taken it upon you, to organize a little night out for the pack and surprisingly, you had managed to talk everybody in joining. Plus, you knew the bouncer that was working there and with some cogency, he had promised you to let you and your friends enter the fairly famous club, even though some of them were underaged.

Well, besides you and Derek, they were all underaged. There was a weird feeling of mother protectiveness, but also a good amount of vodka aunt vibes, since you were excited to show them the clubbing life. You hadn´t expected for Derek to come, you had thrown the comment relentlessly in the room, guessing that he wasn´t going to be interested anyway.

You all shared two taxis, you together with Alison, Lydia, Kira and Malia and in the other one the boys with Scott, Stiles, Isaac and Derek. Unlike the boys, who were just picked up at Derek´s apartment, you had been getting ready together and shared a fair amount of wine already, making you a little tipsy.

“Y/n? Y/N are you even listening?” Lydia pulled you back into the reality after snapping with her fingers in front of your face. You shook your head, but then starred at her waiting to repeat her question. “What?”

“Are you sure that your bouncer is here today? And how did you exactly persuade him into letting us in?” Alison, who sat behind you, leaned forward, her head sticking out between you and Lydia. “Yeah what exactly did you do to persuade him? Is he cute?” She asked smirking and you heard Kira and Malia giggling. Lydia sighed and snapped against Alison´s head, who furrowed her eyebrows just to lean back again. “Don´t you dare”, she warned Alison. “Y/n is basically made to be with our sour wolf, everybody knows it!” You rolled your eyes, while giving the cab driver the money. Then you opened the door and hoped at first. “Derek and me are not made to be together, we are not even dating, never been and probably never will.” Lydia stepped out next and threw her hair back.

“Try to tell yourself as much as you want, but I see the way he looks at you.”

In the dim lighting in front of the club, they couldn’t see how you blushed and luckily for you, they dropped the subject since the boys arrived in the second taxi. You eyed the flask in Isaacs hand, which he unsuspiciously let glide back into his pocket again. They had been drinking as well.

There was a waiting row, it was almost always there and two bouncers waited at the entrance. Stiles made his way rather sloppily to you. “Y/n, that´s quite a row, you sure we´re gonna get in?”

You sighed. “You sound like your girlfriend.” “She´s not my… We´re not officially-“

“Calm down, Stiles, I´ve known that guy since kindergarten.”

Full of confidence and maybe a little liquor, you walked right past the waiting people, the rest of the pack slowly following you. Grinning you hugged Dimitri, the bouncer, and happy to see you, he lifted you off the ground a little. You had known Dimitri indeed since kindergarten, even though the both of you had moved away in school, only to come back in your early adult years.

“Y/n, so nice to see you!” Dimitri was more than a head taller than you, he had overly broad shoulders and dark, short hair. He eyed your friends. “That´s your pack?” He asked more quietly and you felt Scott tensing up next to you. You nodded grinning and he opened the door for you to enter. Gentleman like he firstly waved the girls, then the boys in. Last but not least Derek followed, but he didn´t seem convinced and starred angrily at Dimitri.

You had heard the loud bass from outside, but now the volume rose even more and the closer you got to the dancefloor, the more crowded the place became. Alison had taken lead and pulled you to the bar. “First round of shots is on me!”

 After an hour, or maybe two later, you had lost track of time, you had talked a lot with your friends and mostly danced. Just then you realized that you didn´t see Derek anymore. You wondered if he had left, but there was no text from him. You left the dancefloor to go to the bar and have a look around. A strong hand around your arm stopped you from doing so. You didn´t know the man, but in the glowing lights of the club he looked attractive and about your age, as far as you could perceive. “Hey!” He greeted you, screaming closely to your ear in order to go against the loud music, you smiled subconsciously. “Hi!”

“Are you alone here?” You shook your head. “I´m here with my friends”, you nodded toward the group of people and he nodded still smiling. “Good, as far as I can see that, none of them is your boyfriend. Maybe you want to dance with me?” He grinned shyly and you blushed, but then you remembered Derek and your smile dropped. “You seem nice, but I´m looking for a friend of mine, maybe another time.” You explained smiling sadly and he nodded disappointed. He also knew it was polite way of saying no, however he seemed to accept it. “He must be special then.”

He added and then left within the crowd. Confused about his statement you watched him disappear, but then you made your way to the bar, where you had spotted Derek. He was sitting there rather lonely, a brown liquid half empty in front of him. You sat down on the stool next to him.

“Hey, I looked for you!” He shrugged, not looking in your eyes. “Why´s that?” His voice sounded harsh and if you hadn´t known better, also a little drunk. But you were to focused on your own thoughts, the words he said within the loud room and trying not to fall off the stool.

“I was worried about you!” You explained and he shrugged again, but finally he turned to look into your eyes. “Why don´t you go have fun with that boy?”

It hurt you the way he said it, the way his eyes looked hurt but his words stung more. “Fine!”

But all the stubbornness in your blood, decided differently. You jumped of the stool with a surprising amount of grace and found the guy in the crowd, who had previously asked you to dance. Without an explanation, you took his hand and lead him to the main dancefloor, making sure Derek had the perfect view on you. Fitting to the music you started moving your body, swaying your hips, your hands wandering to your hair. The boy, you didn´t actually know his name, maybe he had mentioned it and you had forgotten, adapted to your movements. Within a few moments, your bodies moved in sync and you felt the distance becoming less and less. He took your hand, spun you around, so your back moved against his chest. He then leaned down to somewhat whisper in your ear. “I thought you didn´t have a boyfriend.” You shrugged. “I don´t.”

“Well then he looks jealous enough to be your boyfriend.” You didn´t even bother to glance at Derek, his statement was enough and you guided his hands on the side of your hips.

Derek on the other hand, couldn´t hold back anymore. Scott and Alison had sat down next to him, but now they watched as he made his way through the crowd.

Derek grabbed your wrist, you hadn´t seen him coming and pulled you away. “Hey!” You wanted to protest, but he leaned to the guy. “Leave her alone!”, he growled, but you pulled your wrist back. “Derek! Leave him!” Surprise to find you on his side, Derek starred at you. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “I need some fresh air.”

There was a back terrace, where many people sat to smoke and a staircase lead down the club and offered a second exit. You heard his steps following you as you hurried down. When you reached the bottom, he had caught up to you. The music now echoed in the background.

“Y/n, wait!” “What Derek?! What is it that you have to ruin my night of perfect fun?”

He went quiet, avoiding your glance and eyeing the ground. “I´m sorry, it wasn´t my place to give you orders.” “Damn right it wasn´t!” You huffed, not allowing your voice to go down and continually starring at him. “You know, if you wanted to dance with me, you could just ask!”

He looked up. “You would like to dance with me?”

“Of course, you idiot!” “Even though I can´t dance?” You let out a rough laughter, letting your shoulders slightly drop and relax a little.

“I don´t care, you could hold onto my waist”, you explained growing a little shy again. He smiled and carefully grabbed your waist to pull you closer. “So, you wouldn´t mind if I did that?”

He leaned down and kissed your lips. You smiled and removed your lips from his again.

“Not if you´re gonna do it again.” Now he smiled as well and kissed you again, this time more passionately and his tongue glided against your lips until you let him enter.

“Y/N, DEREK!” You parted to look up to find Lydia on the terrace. “Hate to interrupt you, but Stiles is throwing up!”

You both sighed. “I told him to drink less”, Derek muttered. You took his hand and he followed you up the stairs again. “Next time we´ll go alone.”

[isabelguerra]

Could you share some Wizard Au worldbuilding (i.e family, changes you might have made, etc?) :]

Yes absolutely!!! Thank you for the birthday ask :’)!

There’s not too much worldbuilding that hasn’t been mentioned already so I’ll recount the basics and list anything new that might come to mind. I’m not sure if you mean what everyones wizarding families are like, or if theres any history IN the families, or if the changes I made are to the current story over the past few years vs changes to the world r*wling wrote? So I’m going to fudge around a little bit.

FAMILY MATTERS:

Max: One magic parent (mom) / one normal parent (dad); grew up in the normal world

Isabel: Both parents have magic; grew up in the wizarding world

Ed: ???; grew up in the wizarding world

Isaac: Both parents have magic; grew up in the wizarding world

Johnny: Neither parents have magic; grew up in the normal world

Ollie: One magic parent (dad) / one normal parent; flip-flopped between regular and wizarding world growing up. Knew Johnny since they were little

RJ: Neither parents have magic; raised in normal world

Stephen: Both parents have magic; grew up in wizarding world. Really want to know the deep secrets of normal human life. Like what a normal sized squid looks like. He knows it exists hes seen theories on wizard forums

(+Supernormals bc why not)

Lisa & Cody (pry the twins headcanon from my lifeless body): Both parents have magic; grew up in wizarding world

Jeff: Neither parents have magic; grew up in normal world

Violet: One magic parent / one normal parent; grew up in the wizarding world

Suzy: Neither parents have magic; grew up in the normal world

Collin: One magic parent one normal parent; grew up in the wizarding world

Dimitri: Both parents have magic; grew up in the wizarding world

That’s a lot of base knowledge I haven’t iterated in a while! Here’s an overview of how the school is run and who teaches what class :) More below!

If I did this today I mightve gone for some Consortium = Ministry of Magic parallel, but it’s MUCH more fun to mash everything together rather than making a perfect 1:1 to Mayview Middle.

STAFF & SUBJECTS:

Boss Leader: 🎓 Headmaster. Best and worst decision I ever made. Headmaster Boss Leader.

Agent Walker: 🐺 Care for Magical Creatures

Agent Day: 🌱🦡 Herbology & House head for Hufflepuff

Zarei: 🧪🩺🐍 Potions, head Doctor, & House head for Slytherin. She runs the infirmary wing.

Spender: 📙🦅 History of Magic & House head for Ravenclaw

Garcia: 🪄 Defense Against the Dark Arts

Starchman: ✨🦁 Charms & House head for Gryffindor

Baxter: ↔️ Transfiguration

Coach Oop: 🧹 Flying (for underclassmen), he’s also the Quidditch coach for the entire school! Isabel and the other quidditch captains work closely with him during game season

Thats most of what I remember, I think someone suggested once that VP DuNacht be the groundskeeper so that’s potentially something.

ACTUAL WORLDBUILDING

This is a little more vague so I’m just gonna list some headcanons/ general AU-relevant facts!

The Guerra family is one of the Wizarding world’s oldest. Francisco Guerra was an extremely powerful wizard on-par with Merlin, known for pioneering an entire technique of wandless magic. He lived to be a very, VERY old wizard, around 200, before passing on. Stubborn and married to his craft, however, he’s ran the dojo as a ghost for the past ~20 years. In wizau the dojo is a type of training camp for those seeking to learn Francisco’s methods; it’s very elite and private, only the best are accepted under high amounts of scrutiny.

Which is EXTREMELY embarrassing for Isabel. Imagine going to school and everyone looking at you because they learned about your Grandpa in textbooks. He probably has fanboys. And she has to go to school with them. Isabel is essentially the Guerra heir, and is expected to take on the family legacy one day. For her this means getting her basic education at Hogwarts and “graduating” to “real magic” after her 7th year is over, which involves abandoning her wand and spending the next several years at home training to take over Fancisco’s legacy. She hates this.

I’m struggling to think if this would make them high society or not. While they’re renowned for Francisco’s work, I don’t think he would flaunt things publicly. And the Guerras in canon are actually pretty poor, almost exclusively surviving off of Amy’s hospital work and the students’ odd jobs.

The difference is that the spectral world is very hidden and near nonexistent in Pnat, whereas magic world has a whole society of its own. Grandpa Guerra pioneering an entire type of magic ages ago would be much less secret, more akin to something you’d learn in history books. So maybe they are a private elite old rich family? But don’t live particularly extravagant unless when it comes to Making Appearances. They’re very very very old money, but the dojo’s actually very close to the its depiction in canon: i.e. old building, limited hot water, thin walls, devoid of loving family.

When Yule happens in their 6th year, Grandpa lectures Isabel on how this will be an important networking event and opportunity to grow her leadership skills- so don’t make an embarrassment of the family.

I talked a little about Yule costuming last year, so I’ll reiterate now- while I have most of the cast dress way cooler than yule fits went in canon regardless, Isabels outfit is considered in regards to Representing The Guerra Family. She doesn’t pick her own dress. She goes with Max for a couple of reasons, but him being the Hogwarts Champion™ got a grunt of approval from her grandpa. So her dress, sent to her, is Not something she would normally wear and is more extravagant to befit a public tradition where there will be appearances to be made. In the words of a post I made a hear ago; “i wanted her 2 have something she could feel natural in but a little restricted by, as she likely had her dress chosen for her rather than chose it herself. so she likes it, but it reflects her wizarding world status more than her actual personality.”

Sorry Isabel!

Aside from that, Max’s mom was the witch in the family and is who he got his magic from. Zoey is a normal human. Her and their Dad come visit from time to time and they always invite Max’s wizard friends to visit them in the human world. Ummmmm

Who befriended each other first. hm.

I think Isabel and Max would have met on the train when they were first years. Ed probably went to get candy and Max, not knowing anything about the Guerra family, approached Isabel like a normal random student and was like Hey Uh Can I Sit Here. Isabel grew up isolated but not spoiled or snobby or even really aware of how important her family is bc grandpa’s annoying so suuuure grandpa youre suuuuper important ugh whatever. So she’s like :D yeah! And then Ed gets there and all of them ride the train to school together. It’s not until they get there and start sorting that other students are like What Did You Just Say Your Last Name Was.

I can also make this izjo probably lets see. Johnny, also being human world exclusive, definitely did not know who the guerras were and really couldnt care, so he probably picks a fight with her almost first thing when they get to school. Huge 11 year old bitch Johnny Jhonny, beefing with the girl who thinks she could be as buff as him. As if. God their first meeting is probably so bad. SO fucking bad. And then they’re absolutely horrible to each other for the next 2.5 years. But in a way? It’s refreshing. Isabel doesn’t often get to sling insults someones way without them Actually fearing for their family’s safety. Johnny’s probably the only person who doesnt know and doesn’t give a shit.

And so Isabel gets to school and has the humiliating experience of realizing her bitch ass shithead grandfather actually is as important as he said he was. He probably arranges special treatment for her and she fucking hates it. She’s the only Gryffindor to have her own room. She’s got her books pre-bought and are all first editions. She hates it! What if she was excited to have roommates! To run around the wizard stores and press her face up against the shop windows and pick through bookshops and meet people in the crowd and talk to other to-be first years! Her room is decently sized and so so empty. It’s lonely. Maybe she joins quidditch to regularly see people, to make friends, to get dirty and rough. Shame that pain in the neck redhead made it on the team too.

Cody and Lisa are twins and I wrote this AU before Davy was introduced to I have no idea if he exists or not. If he does he’s not a vampire, just some wizard real estate agent. They’re probably the rich ones, that I can abide. Cody is the Hufflepuff quidditch Captain and seeker on the team, Lisa is scarily good at potions brewing and runs a business of enchanted drinks that serve different purposes. Charges an arm and a leg for them too.

Suzy still runs the Journalism club, theyre just much more wizardy. Shes got a fancy floating quill and it’s her sole ambition in life to be head editor for Witch Weekly. Nothing will get in the way of her dream. Nothing. Is she understood, Collin. Pick up that rope shes got an interview to get.

Max parkours on all the moving stairways in the castle. At first they terrified him but when he realized how they could be used for sick flips he went bananas. Despite how much he loves doing this, each time Isabel tries to get him on a broom he has The Worst Time Imaginable.

RJ comes from the normal human world and theyre really enamored by moving portraits! They bring their cell to school and everyone is amazed at how the pictures just….. stay there. All the time. Ed and RJ spend a lot of time together since they’re in the same house.

The Jang/ AC pairings are:

Max & Stephen in Slytherin

Ed & RJ in Hufflepuff

Isabel, Johnny, & Ollie in Gryffindor

Isaac alone in Ravenclaw (lol loser)

So Max constantly evades Stephens creepy ambushes when heading to the dungeons. Which there are many of.

At one point in their first year, the AC finds the maurauders map a special compass that seems to show them the directions to get wherever they want/need to go. Things like pointing to secret entrances, hidden passageways, the quickest route to get somewhere, forbidden areas of the castle, etc. The jang finds out about it and thus begins a THREE YEAR LONG STRUGGLE as the two groups CONTINUOUSLY steal is back and forth from each other.

Johnny steals is while Isabel is changing in the quidditch tent. Max grabs it from Stephens bookbag in the Slytherin commonroom. RJ grabs it out of Max’s pocket when he’s not looking. Ed grabs it when RJ makes a snack run to the kitchen. Isabel gets it from Ed and Ollie mistakes it for a biscuit at breakfast, Johnny takes it from there, Isabel hexes him to take it back. That goes on until roughly their 3rd year when theyre on good terms and just decide to share it.

The compass is old and worn and engraved with the name Smith on the side. nobody knows what that means. Max found it on accident, but something about it feels familiar.

Ed’s family is still missing and he still stays with the Guerras. Ed Burger is fully nonbinary and using theythem by 3rd year. Or maybe he/they and feels out their gender over the course of the series, rather than being a 1 and done? I like the idea of us watching them grow. Maybe Ed’s fully theythem by 5th year. I was roughly theythem by 15, that sounds about right. Ed is REALLY good at Charms and potions magic, they have an incredible talent for joke spells and pranks. They once bewitched themself to only speak in puns for a week and Max nearly lost his mind.

Isaac is a Ravenclaw Prefect by his 5th year (everyone elses 4th year) and is Head Boy™ by his 6th year. In his 7th year Isaac is a teaching assistant (TA) for Garcia’s DAtDA class. He’s not on the quidditch team but gets along well with the teams captain because they both have ridiculous haircare routines

Isabel avoids the prefects bathroom (whicj quidditch captains also have access to) for this very reason. She doesn’t care how nice the soap is. It’s not worth hearing Isaac and Palmer talk gel brands nonstop at 6 in the morning.

GOING TO STOP HERE BUT I MIGHT COME BACK TO IT LATER. THANK YOU FOR THE WIZARD AU ASK!!!!! 💞💞💞

[dracoria-azucar]

some stuff to analyse in the new PNAT page

This page is packed with an absurd amount of lore and hints as to where the story is going and I wanted to talk about some of it

First off is the board in Spender’s room:

It’s a cork-board with lots of pictures, maps, notes, and what even seems to be GRAPHS. The red string attaching certain things as well as the fact that the board is surrounded by stacks of paperwork and books makes it pretty easy to assume that Spender has his own “Conspiracy Theory Board”. There’s honestly a lot of things he could be trying to figure out so I don’t think this is too weird for him to have but I just felt it should be acknowledged that Spender isn’t just blindly following the organization at this point. He KNOWS something is wrong and he’s trying to figure it out on his own.

NEXT thing is something I’ve already seen people point out!

Spender used to have a shovel tool! It may not be particularly significant to the overall story because we KNOW from Isabel’s situation that sometimes people just lose their old spirit companions. However I do think it’d be interesting to learn more about the spirit in this tool and their relationship with Spender! Maybe even what happened to the spirit...

Next is something I personally think is very interesting but haven’t seen anyone point out yet:

This punk hand! The position that the hand is in would make it impossible for it to belong to Spender due to his right hand being shown holding the shovel. I think it’s interesting that we know who everyone in this picture is EXCEPT for who’s hand it is. We can easily recognize Ed’s parents, baby Ed, young Zarei, and even the vague figure of Spender! It could just be a throw away character who was a specter around the same age as Spender and Zarei but I don’t think Zack would have needed to put a throw away character in this specific panel unless they WANTED to.

And LASTLY this very small photo that I’ve decided to read way too much into:

This photo is cut off and on the very edge of the page but is noticeably a flame coming out of a pipe attached to something seemingly mechanical. Though this is just a major leap in assumptions I think that it may be somehow tied to Forge, who we conveniently haven’t heard from in a while. 

Also some fun stuff that I won’t include images for so go look at the dang page if you want! - BABY GARCIA!!!!!! He looks so grumpy, I love him? Also his parent is holding a crossbow way too close to his face please be careful frejghwg

- The fact that Dimitri and Isaac’s photos are so close together is hurting me physically and there’s probably some symbolism about how spender is actually WITH dimitri in his photo but Isaac is alone and shooting lightning in his

- Ed’s dad has a present that LOOKS like it’s about to explode and I NEED to know the context behind that photo specifically. He’s just a silly guy with silly inventions!

- Lastly, baby Isabel holding out Eightfold is so cute and I’m actually super surprised how long Spender has ACTUALLY known the kids? Isaac made a comment about how he was the newest member before Max and I kind of assumed it was just like a YEAR at most but it’s looking more like Isabel and Ed GREW UP with Spender around????

[incorrectpnatquotes]

Not really a headcanon from me but what kind of video games, if any, do you think the activity club would play?

Isaac is a huge Undertale and Hollow Knight fan. Max plays Five Nights At Freddy’s (which terrifies PJ) and is probably more into the lore of it than he likes to admit. Ed likes Legend of Zelda games and Smash Bros. Isabel crushes at Mario Party and Super Princess Peach (which is one of my fave games so don’t judge).

Johnny’s gang can’t play Mario party against each other (it gets too heated and they feel bad about the other members losing), but Mario Kart? That’s a free for all. They would kill for Mario Kart.

Suzy likes Phasmophobia for some reason and constantly gets Dimitri and Collin to play with her, even though Collin screams the entire time and Dimitri purposely antagonizes the ghost and gets Collin killed a bunch.

Lisa probably doesn’t play many video games, but had an Animal Crossing and Cooking Mama phase. Violet actively plays Animal Crossing. Cody and Jeff are into horror RPG’s like The Witch’s House and Ib at the moment.

Max’s dad and Zoey also play Animal Crossing, and Zoey plays Poptropica a lot.

I can’t see many of the adults playing video games, but that’s just me!

[thejangisautistic]

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