#yes i gave him fangs. 13 year old me would be proud

[fabesy-arts]

Hello, Chase.

[knifesxedge]

hi love im deep in ur art blog for reasons and im SO in love with the fact that ur ghoul has his OWN nickname tattooed on him in party's writing they are SO 🥺 was wondering if you wanted to talk a bit more abt ghouls tattoos??? theyre just SO gorgeous and intricately laid out

HI i LOVE u i am KISSING u i would love love love to talk about ghoul’s tattoos 🥺❤️

^ yeah ghoul & party have each other’s handwriting tattooed!! for party it’s one of the only tattoos they have & it’s right over their heart (im sure ive mentioned this fact before but idk if ive explicitly noted that it says ‘sunshine’) and ghoul didn’t have the space to put his right over his heart because poison’s kj symbol is there so his is on his upper arm (they ARE soooooooo 🥺 i love them)

ghoul’s tattoos are a healthy mix of sentimental ink and things he just thought were beautiful. when he met the rest of the four he didn’t have THAT many tattoos because 1. he was 14 2. he’d only been in the zones for a little under a year and a half at that point but the ones he DID have (aka his oldest tattoos) were his knuckle tattoos (‘freed’ and ‘fuck’ what can i say he was 13), the big raven on his upper shoulder and neck (he started believing in the witch very early compared to other cityborns but yeah that tattoo was both a way of symbolizing his devotion to the witch and a way of marking himself as a killjoy/shedding his past in the city in the way that he considered clearest), the fangs on his hand, two bats on his leg, the zombie bite on the other side of his neck (i could get a little more into this but BASICALLY ghoul being an ex-crow trainee + a cityborn + being the only surviving member of his first crew had a problem with feeling inhuman and a lot of survivor’s guilt and so he really. idk he connected a lot with zombies & frankenstein’s monster and ghosts & the like when he was a runner for dr. d post-his crew’s deaths. he got better about Seeing Himself as a Person especially once kobra + the other two showed up but the fascination remained) (also not tattoo-related but that’s when he chose his name. before that he’d been called ‘sandpup’ by his old crew & he never had a chance to tell them before they passed but he really loved that they used that as a name for him especially with how much he didn’t want to associate himself with the city) (ghoul had A Lot of issues but the difference there is that he worked thru them a lot earlier than the rest of the four) and “I FORGIVE U” on the back of his neck (in remembrance of said former crew).

umm along with that kind of fascination with the undead/feeling that kind of connection are the frankenstein stitches on his wrists (tho thats more of a common hc) and he has this pretty big tattoo of abstracted bones following his vertebrae down his throat and chest that he’s gotten expanded/fixed/touched up over the years. ik i do a lot of b&w doodles but i feel like i’ve been kind of inconsistent about coloring (most of his tattoos are color). pretty sure ive mostly drawn them in green (???) but in my head they’re like a faded light blue using natural skin tone as highlights.

his more sentimental tattoos…let me see if i can outline them here. this might not be exhaustive but i will do my best to list what ive figured out at least thus far:

the two little bats on his right thigh are for his grandmother and little sister. his sister (juliet adele fujikawa, b. april 2009 d. december 2014) was killed in a car crash shortly before he left the city, and likewise, his grandmother (charlotte fujikawa [藤川 千尋] b. june 1936 d. december 2014) was “moved to retirement housing” at about the same time. that was pretty much the last straw & ghoul left battery city within the week

there’s his crewmates’ symbols on his chest (in order from his right to left: kobra, jet, party) (gotten when their crew had been together for a while. dating this one is based on a couple things: 1. ghoul had been with them for long enough that he felt secure 2. poison and ghoul were friends by this point, or else he wouldn’t have included their symbol and 3. poison’s is over his heart so you can read into that as you will)

text from the graffiti bible on his right calf, as protection for his crew & as a reminder of one of his former friends who was a droid that believed very strongly in destroya’s return

his raygun on his chest (he was pretty proud of the design! this was when he was ~15 or 16) that he had poison’s added to post-sing post-engagement pre-commitment ceremony (so. september 2023) (yes i have my handwritten timeline + my own drawings + my fics out in front of me rn cross-referencing sldkdksksbx!)

one of the girl’s childhood drawings (one she drew of him & her & the stuffed animal he made for her when she was a baby all having a tea party together) from when she’s about 5 or so on his right hip (december 2022 or so)

shooting stars on his upper right shoulder, partially because they’re pretty and blend well with his other tattoos and partially because they’re a reminder of a lot of things, including but not limited to his first night out in the zones seeing the stars for the first time, stories his grandma used to tell him, and right when he’d first joined the fab four and him & kobra sat on the roof during a meteor shower

besides the other one i already mentioned ^ he has more of poison’s handwriting on his left inner forearm — this is also one ive mentioned before but once they’ve been in a relationship for a while they get into the habit of leaving little love notes around for each other! there’s nothing particularly special specifically about the one he got tattooed, besides the fact that it reminded him of poison and they love each other. the text in full (which i don’t think ive ever put anywhere, though im pretty sure ive put fragments of it in fics and art) is as follows:

Good Morning baby <3! I needed new paints, went on a run. Kobra has the Girl @ the Crash Track, Jet’s at the station. call me when you wake up! I love you, be back soon. XO Party <3

he also has the anniversaries of when they started dating and their commitment ceremony (03•03•21 and 10•26•23 respectively) on the inside of his right wrist ^ !

he’s got a snake wrapping around his left leg that kobra picked out and a hand of cards with the ace of spades face up that jet picked out (and these ofc are because they remind him of his crewmates!!)

he has the phoenix witch tattooed on his ribs, left side, styled vaguely after catholic saints (since that imagery can still be found in the inner zones & especially where ‘joys who still practice that religion gather!)

there’s a version of the eye from the mailbox on his right shoulder, and this one is also a sort of symbol of protection/good luck, to show devotion to the witch and to help protect himself and his crew

the constellation libra on his left forearm! this one was done a little while after he started running transmissions and supplies for dr. d! he liked the connection that astrology — whether he believed in the practice or not is up for debate — gave people to the stars, and the feeling that he had a place in the universe, predestined or not

after charlie is born, he gets a portrait of her (~age 4) with her name and birthday underneath done on his left thigh! (~2036)

and on his lower back, he has a fairly simple tattoo of two crows on a wire with their beaks pressed together (aughhhhhh romance) that he gets done as an anniversary surprise for their 10-year (so. 2033)!

his non-sentimental tattoos are largely based off of images from books, either from dr. d’s collection when he was working as a runner for him or from cherri’s after he joined up with the fab four, or else they’re naturally occurring in the zones!! this includes but is not limited to: california golden poppies on the back of his left shoulder, strawberries around his left bicep (he doesn’t ever have a strawberry until he’s like 35, this one is absolutely based off of a particularly pretty illustration), a thundercloud with lightning on his left elbow, a moon on his right inner bicep, a ring of thorns around his right forearm right under the elbow, a dagger on his inner left calf, and a sun, small bat, cross, rose, ribbon (with the word ‘faith’ in script), and wing on his right forearm and hand, all picked from flash sheets

so yeah! that’s about everything i have to say about ghoul’s tattoos atm but ty ty ty sm for letting me ramble abt them i think about his tattoos so much 😔❤️

[chelsfic]

I Fell into Fantasy - Nandor x Guillermo One-Shot

WWDITS Masterlist

Summary: Guillermo admits to a secret desire. Nandor tries to fulfill it without compromising his aloofness. 

A/N: The title of this fic comes from a song called “Days of the Phoenix” by AFI. I was inspired to write this fic by the scene in the movie where Viago talks about how he likes to make things “nice” for his victims during their final moments.

Warnings: Blood drinking, a bit of smut, frottage, pining, angst

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Guillermo really should know better.

How many nights has he spent digging up the garden to dispose of the mangled corpses left behind after the vampires’ feasting? How many bruised, torn throats has he seen? Cracked collar bones and broken limbs? Lifeless, staring eyes? 

He knows the victims are in pain before they die. He knows the vampires sometimes like to play with their food, chasing tearful virgins through the house, giving them a taste of escape before tucking into their meal. He knows it hurts. He knows it isn’t sexy.

Really. He knows.

He’s still jealous. He’s jealous when he shows up to yet another sad familiar mixer to find that nearly every other human in attendance has faded puncture wounds and he has to hide his smooth, pristine throat with a turtleneck sweater. He’s jealous when he’s forced to stand in the corner and listen to his master’s obscene, tantalizing moans as he drinks from some random human who isn’t him. He’s jealous when Nandor remarks on how tasty a victim is, licking his lips before discarding their lifeless forms like so much garbage.

He knows it’s wrong. But he gave up caring about right and wrong a long time ago, around the time he dug his first clandestine grave.

He’s wanted to be bitten ever since he was 13-years-old and he first watched Lestat turn Louis on the 18-inch TV in his bedroom. He’d paused the movie, rewinding and frantically beating off as the blood poured onto Brad Pitt’s lips.  He wants to know what his master’s lips would feel like on the tender hollow of his throat. He wants to feel the scratch of his beard as he closes his mouth over Guillermo’s sensitive skin. He wants Nandor to hold him close. He wants to feel those sensual moans rumble through the vampire’s chest as he takes his fill.

He wants so much.

Whenever he feels jealousy, lust, longing... he reminds himself that he should feel grateful, proud even, that Nandor has never fed from him. Nandor sees him as more than a meal. He’s a trusty companion, a person, a...friend? This is what Guillermo tells himself. He knows it’s not a matter of taste. How many times has Nandor scolded him for looking too tempting when he blushes? Or warned him to be careful with his sword collection because he didn’t want him bleeding all over the place and testing his self-control? 

Whatever his reasoning--respect, boundaries, taboo--Nandor doesn’t feed on his familiar. But Guillermo often wonders if things would be different if his master knew how badly he wanted it.

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“Guillermo, you’re very serious tonight. Are you having to take a human shit? I can wait until after for you to do the tucking in…” 

Nandor stands by his open coffin with an uncomfortable smile on his face that’s akin to a grimace. Guillermo has already helped him remove his outer layers and brushed out his flowing, dark hair. All that remains is for the familiar to hold his hand while he steps up into his coffin.

“No, master, I--I don’t have to take a shit. I’m fine,” Guillermo murmurs with sadness practically oozing out of his pores.

Nandor bristles, his eyes darting all over the room as he wars with himself over whether to press further or simply to ignore Guillermo’s stupid human moods and hope they go away.

The vampire sighs dramatically, “I think you better tell me what is the matter, Guillermo. I don’t want this affecting your work performance. You do a very poor job dusting the paintings and the window dresses when you’re sad. Now what is it? Laszlo and Nadja? Are they giving the guff to you?”

Guillermo is quiet for a long moment, looking up into his master’s fathomless brown eyes as he decides how to respond. Nandor’s whole body is tense as if he’s awaiting the guillotine blade. Maybe he should just get it out of his system and finally admit--well, certainly not everything he feels for his beloved master, but at least about his deep desire to be bitten. 

He blushes, lowering his gaze as he finally answers, “I guess...I’m just a little jealous. Of...of the people you feed from.”

Nandor’s face drops into blank befuddlement before his dark brows lift upward and his lips curl in a poorly concealed smile.

“You’re jealous of my victims? I kill those people! You want me to murder you? Is this some kind of death wish thing? Because I find that really annoying!” Nandor sputters, half amused and half serious.

Guillermo’s face is burning with humiliation now and he rushes to clarify, “No! No, I don’t want to die, master. It’s just...I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to be bitten by a vampire...”

His voice fades to nothingness but Nandor clearly understands him and his face grows pensive as he contemplates his words.

“Are you bullshitting me?” Nandor questions and his tone is just close enough to irritation to cause Guillermo to shrink in on himself as he answers.

“No, master.”

“Well…” Nandor sighs and affects a look of disinterest. “It’s alright to say that sort of thing to me, Guillermo, because you’re my familiar. But you want to be careful out there with the other vampires. You could get eaten up! And then where would I be? Having to make another ad on the Greg’s List!”

“...Craigslist…”

“As I said!” Nandor snaps, holding out his hand expectantly as he moves to get into his coffin. “Now, that’s enough of this crazy talking. Alright?”

“Alright, master,” Guillermo murmurs subserviently, reaching up to release the lid and slowly lowering it, sealing his master inside. 

“Goodnight, Guillermo!” Nandor’s muffled voice calls as the familiar moves around the room, blowing out candles.

“Night, master!”

Sealed in the claustrophobic darkness of his coffin, Nandor’s mind races as he tries to process this new information about his familiar. Guillermo--his little Guillermo!--would let him bite him and drink his delicious blood? No, he wants him to do it. Yearns for it. He is jealous of the people he kills just because they get to feel the sting of his fangs and the touch of his lips. Nandor palms himself through his trousers. He’s harder than he’s been in a century just thinking of it.

---

He tries, he really does. Guillermo tries to forget about his shameful admission and go back to normal. Nandor certainly seems unmoved, doing nothing to even hint that he remembers having the conversation. So, Guillermo goes through the motions, dutifully completing his chores, searching for fresh sources of virgin blood, and standing by while Nandor sates his bloodlust with perfect strangers. But now that he’s revealed his secret--part of his secret, let’s be honest--and faced his master’s outright rejection, he just can’t seem to let go of the hollow ache in his chest.

He feels inadequate, pathetic, unattractive. And sad. Mostly sad.

Guillermo might think that Nandor has forgotten all about their little chat, but the vampire dwells on it just as much as the human does in the days that follow. And it’s impossible to ignore the scent of “sad human” that’s begun to permeate the household. Nandor spends several days battling with himself over what to do. He considers killing Guillermo and starting over with a new familiar… Guillermo gets his wish, Nandor doesn’t have to confront his shameful attraction to his servant… everybody wins! But the thought of Guillermo’s sweet little face gone still and lifeless sends a foreign stab of emotion into his chest that is really unpleasant.

He could ignore the situation and hope for it to go away on its own. But now that he knows his familiar is secretly lusting after his bite, he can’t get it out of his mind. He’d avoided feeding from Guillermo for years. At first it was a matter of preserving a valuable asset. Guillermo is a good familiar, why risk slipping up and accidentally draining him? After a while, when Nandor started to fixate on his familiar’s adorable smiles, fantasizing about how his soft, little body would feel against his...then it became a matter of self-control and rejecting his disgusting, unnatural feelings for a... servant!

So, that leaves him with one option. He must feed from Guillermo...carefully. So, so carefully so as not to be overcome and either kill or ravish the poor fellow. And if he is going to bite his Guillermo, then he must make it a pleasant experience for his familiar. He can’t stomach the idea of simply ripping into his human and hearing him scream and cry with the pain of it. No, it has to be...special.

---

Guillermo is barely in the door, laden down with shopping bags, when his master’s voice calls to him.

“Guillermo! Is that you?”

“Yes, master! I’m back from the store. I got you some more of those bath bombs you like,” Guillermo answers, wrestling with the bags as he edges towards his room. “Is there something--?”

Nandor appears at his side and interrupts, “The one with the lavender? Very good, Guillermo. Ehm--why don’t you put down those satchels and come with me to my room for a moment. I have a surprise for you.”

Guillermo’s face lights up with a warm smile and he drops the bags on the floor by his closet-room, “A surprise? For me, master?”

“Just for you, Guillermo! Come!” Nandor practically skips at his side as they walk back to his room, his eyes lit with anticipation.

Nandor closes and locks the door behind them, watching his familiar take in the arrangements he’s made. He borrowed Laszlo’s gramophone and set it up in the corner. It’s playing a soft, quiet melody that floats gently on the incense-infused air. A vase of vivid red roses sits on an end table next to his fancy couch, which he’s covered in a layer of bath towels. 

“What...what is all this, master?” Guillermo breathes, walking up to the flowers and burying his nose in the fragrant blooms with a smile on his lips. 

“Do you like it, Guillermo? I wanted it to be--” he pulls a face but manages to get the word out “--nice for you.”

“But, why?”

Nandor steps up beside his familiar, towering over the smaller man. “I’m going to feed from you. If... if that is still something you are wanting.”

“Oh,” the word comes out on a shaky exhale and Guillermo feels his knees go weak. “I--yes, I still want...that. Thank you, master.”

Nandor smiles, baring his fangs and crinkling his eyes. Guillermo feels his heart do a flip in his chest and wonders, distractedly, if Nandor can hear his heartbeat. They’re standing so close. Guillermo could lean forward just a bit and they’d be touching. He looks up into Nandor’s eyes and finds them melted with warmth. His master has never gone through such an effort for him before. Guillermo feels like his heart could burst.

“You want to take a seat?” Nandor gestures to the towel covered couch and Guillermo snaps out of his daze.

He sinks down onto the cushions, running his hands appreciatively over the terry cloth, “This was clever, master.”

Nandor takes a seat beside him, close enough that their thighs brush together and Guillermo gulps. He’s brushed his master’s hair, helped him dress, helped him bathe for goodness sake, but he’s never felt as close to him as he does now.

“Are you comfort-a-ble, Guillermo?” Nandor asks, staring at his face with a hungry intensity. 

Guillermo locks eyes with him and he sees his master’s pupils dilate, his lips part to bare elongated fangs. He gasps out a quivering breath as he fights the waves of exhilaration, lust and fear in order to answer.

“Yes, it’s...very comfy, master. Very nice, thank you.”

“Good,” Nandor responds, his eyes flicking down to Guillermo’s collar. “Why don’t you remove your woolen garment and open your collar. I don’t want to spoil your nice clothes.”

Guillermo feels like he’s in a dream. Nandor is never this...considerate. His mind flashes back to every time he’s watched his master strike out at a victim unannounced, with fierce aggression and even cruelty. It’s pathetic that his standards are so low, but the fact that Nandor isn’t treating him like just another victim to be used and discarded sends a rush of affection and hope flowing through him. He hastily grabs the bottom of his sweater, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside. Next, he reaches for the collar of his shirt, but Nandor is there first. His long, thick fingers pluck at the buttons, releasing each one until Guillermo’s chest is visible. He pulls the collar aside, revealing the smooth, unblemished curve of Guillermo’s neck and shoulder.

“Are you ready?” Nandor asks with a hiss as he eyes his familiar’s naked skin. He’s never seen so much of the man before and he feels his cock stir with interest inside his trousers. 

“Yes,” Guillermo breathes needily, tilting his head to bare his neck even further. 

Nandor brings his hand up to cradle Guillermo’s head, letting his fingers sink into his soft curls and cupping his warm cheek in his palm. The pulse point at Guillermo’s throat is practically visible, his heart is beating so fast. Nandor feels his mouth flood with saliva as the rushing flow of Guillermo’s blood reaches his ears. 

He wraps his other arm around his familiar, drawing him onto his lap and finally leaning in to bury his face into the warm, inviting crook of his neck. Nandor breathes in the intoxicating aroma that even the human-things-for-smelling and his incense cannot obscure. He moans loudly. He might be embarrassed if he were less overcome with the sensory feast of his familiar’s soft body in his arms and the promise of his warm, thick blood.

Guillermo mewls at the touch of his master’s mouth on his bare throat. His beard is scratchy and rough but his lips are impossibly soft and gentle. It’s like a kiss, he thinks, his heart rushing with affection and joy. Nandor’s arm around him is firm and strong. He knows that he could never hope to escape if Nandor truly wished to restrain him and drink him dry. Putting this level of trust in his master makes him feel like a tiny, frail rabbit in the jaws of a hungry wolf. A delicious shiver runs down his spine at the image. And then Nandor’s lips pull back and he feels the sharp points of his fangs graze over tender skin.

“Oh!” Guillermo cries out. 

Nandor growls low in his throat but pulls back just slightly to check, “Is this still alright?”

Guillermo nods quickly, bringing up his hands to run them through Nandor’s soft hair reassuringly, “Yes! Yes! Please, master!”

He feels Nandor’s chest rumble with suppressed laughter and then there’s just the blinding, burning flash of pain that blooms as Nandor finally strikes, burying his fangs into his familiar’s soft, warm throat. Guillermo’s mouth falls open and his hands fist in Nandor’s hair as the first wave takes him. 

“Shhh,” Nandor murmurs wetly against his neck, lapping the spilled blood with long strokes of his tongue. “Shhh, you’re safe.”

“Nnghh!” a pleasured groan strangles from the familiar’s throat at the touch of his master’s tongue. Guillermo squirms, his cock filling even as blood drains away from his body. 

Nandor tightens his arms around his little Guillermo, pulling him flush against his broad chest and biting down once more as he begins to drink in earnest. He moans wantonly as the sweet blood fills his mouth. He’s as hard as he’s ever been and he rolls his hips against his familiar’s generous backside. He drinks and he drinks.

The pain ebbs enough for Guillermo to lose himself in the delicious feeling of connection with his master. His hands, his lips, his tongue, his teeth are all on him, inside of him, part of him. Nandor’s touch unlocks a secret room inside of Guillermo where he keeps his most tender feelings. For once he allows himself to truly feel the devotion, the affection... the love that he has for his master. It’s wonderful and dizzying. Tears slip from his eyes as he reaches his arms around Nandor’s broad shoulders, hugging him closer for as long as he’ll allow.

Too soon he feels his head start to spin and his grip on Nandor’s shoulders loosens. The vampire senses it immediately and draws back with a feral growl. Guillermo is limp and breathless in his master’s arms. He looks up with heavy-lidded eyes and watches Nandor lick blood from his lurid, stained lips.

“Thank you, master,” Guillermo whispers, snuggling into Nandor’s chest with a contented sigh. His arousal is flagging and he hopes that his master hasn’t noticed. He’d felt Nandor’s rigid erection grinding against him while the vampire drank his blood, but he has no way of knowing if that’s just something that happens every time he feeds. Whatever the case, he’s far too weak and drunk with happiness to do anything but drift along and hope that Nandor keeps holding him.

Nandor’s dead heart squeezes in his chest at the sight of his sleepy familiar burrowing his face into his chest. His plan seems to have failed. He’d wanted to give Guillermo his fantasy while remaining aloof, but instead he’s feeling an annoying rush of warm affection. Worse, he’s shamed himself by...rutting against the human like a street dog. He should push him away, or give him an order to remind him of the boundaries that are still in place. But as he looks down at the sweet smile on his familiar’s lips he can’t find it in him to spoil the moment for him so soon. Tomorrow. Tomorrow night he’d remind Guillermo of how things still stand between them.

“Will you keep holding me, master?” Guillermo mumbles, his eyes drifting shut. The human has read his thoughts!

“Yes,” Nandor replies, leaning down and tracing a barely there kiss onto Guillermo’s forehead. “For a little while.”

[mona-stay]

Her initiation - Sweet Pea

Request - no Pairing - Sweet Pea x reader Warnings - maybe a little to the end slightly nsfw but not much A/n - Sweet Pea and read around 19 years old. 

Prompt - y/n is going to join the serpent’s can sweet pea stop her final task

Story You woke up, sometime in the night you subconsciously must have decided because when you woke you knew it was time to become a serpent.

You told Toni you wanted to when birdie an older serpent woman laughed “ if you wanna join the club, you gotta do the dance Serpent dance”. Toni rolled her eyes at her, “Excuse me, Serpent dance? It’s an outdated, sexist Serpent tradition. Tried to get it outlawed, but misogyny dies hard” Toni says with a hint of disgust. “what’s the serpent’s dance” you slowly ask, thinking did you really want to know. “you don’t want to know,” Toni told you, “yes, I do” you answer.

Both Toni and birdie point to a woman dancing on the pole at the stage. You watched the girl dance, looking back at Toni “tell me what I have to do” you say, Toni, rolls her eyes again “okay but pea’s not going to be happy about this”

Going to see fp Jones you told him you were serious about joining the serpents. He gave you a week to think about and if you still wanted to join he would organize your initiation at the weekend.

You had to finally tell sweet pea, at first he didn’t think you were serious about it but as the week went by he started trying to talk out of going through with it, “you don’t need to do this for me” or “baby, you don’t really need to do this your my girl so your part serpent anyway” he tried telling you.

Yes, sweet pea was part of the reason for joining, but the serpents were the only family you knew. Your mind was made up you were becoming a serpent.

Friday came quick, Fp stood over you “your sure you want this?” he asked you nodded as fp handed you the leash to hot dog. Like all serpent’s you need to do the four trials the first being 24 hours with the beast.

You took the dog home, he stunk and was barking but he wasn’t as bad as some of the others made him out to be. On Saturday you entered the Whyte wyrm handing hot dog back, kind of sad seeing him go.

The bar was full, you looked round to see where sweet pea was. He sat in the corner on a table with a blank look on his face. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. This made your mind race, what if he hates you for doing this. What if he leaves you for dancing in front of everyone. Sweet Pea was known to be jealous and protective of you, what will he think once this night is over.

Fp’s voice got your attention, “tonight, we welcome a new member” the while bar cheered. Sweetpea included, although he still didn’t look happy. “but only if she can prove her worth and pass the tests” fp said though the mic.

Again the bar cheered some of the men wolf whistlings when fp said she. Your heart started to race thinking about the final challenge, part of you now didn’t think you could actually dance in front of all these serpents.

“y/n, come up here time for trial 2,” Jones said calling you onto the small stage. You took one last look at sweet pea who wouldn’t look at you, before walking on to the stage. Once you stood next to Fp the rest of the bar erupted, stamping their feet, banging their fists on tables. The roar could be felt in your chest. You weren’t worried about this task, you knew all the laws and had even help sweet pea and Toni lean them back when you went to high school, now felt so long ago. Once you stood on the stage with the lights on you and the crowd of angry serpent’s you didn’t feel as confident as you thought. Fp made the whole thing a real show like he did with every initiation and now all eyes were on you, making you feel sick.

“y/n y/l/n” fp shouted “what is the first law?” he demanded. “A Serpent never shows cowardice.” you said, your voice not loud or strong as you wanted. “what’s the second law?” Fp roared in your face.

You look through the crowd to the table sweets was sitting on, only to see it empty. Your heart and stomach dropped had he left. “If a Serpent is killed or imprisoned, their family will be taken care of,” you answer back in a low mumble. Fp looks at you frowned brows, “what’s the third law” he screams.

Out the corner of your eye, you see sweet pea. he was right at the front of the stage, giving you one of his amazing smiles. With a new found confidence your scream the words at the serpent leader. Before fp can ask for the next law, you take a step towards him, as though you were squaring up to him and scream the rest at him “the fourth law, No Serpent is left for dead. The fifth, A Serpent never betrays his own. The sixth and final law, In unity, there is strength.” you shout back. Fp looked at you with raised brows and an impressed look.

The whole bar all shouted “In unity, there is strength” about 3 times before fp silenced them “looks like our little y/n is halfway there bring out the tank” fp shouted, again the serpent’s all broke out in shouts and roars. They parted as Toni and Fangs carried a glass snake tank to the stage. Inside you see a large rattlesnake, you stirred at it feeling nervous. You had seen this done before, on more than one occasion but like the laws you didn’t expect it to be as overwhelming as it was. “task 3 retrieve the knife” fp said.

Looking at sweet pea, who nods at you to say do it, you smile. Putting your hand in the tank, the second you touched the handle of the knife, the snake bit you. Freezing stiff, the snake quickly left go, you pulled your hand and the knife out as fast as you could.

FP grabbed your hand with the knife in it, holding it up like a referee would to the winner of a boxing match. Sweetpea jumped on the stage and put his arm around your shoulders as he cheered with the rest of the serpent’s looking proud of you. Fp saw the blood starting to flow from the bite, told you to clean it up before you continue.

You sat on a stool at the bar, fangs Toni and some of your other friends all surround you as sweet pea puts a bandage on your hand. The all congratulate you for what you’ve done so far talking all at once.

Toni tells sweet pea he’s doing the bandage wrong, nodding for everyone to go without looking obvious to you so she could talk. “you know you can stop, you’ve proved enough y/n. Even if you don’t officially compete the four tasks you have earned respect here tonight” she tells you with a worried look in her eyes. “I have too” you hardly say back.

Your own look only matched hers you really didn’t want to dance but if that’s what you had to do, then you were going to do it. Looking at the barman “hog eye, get me a tequila” you shout. He comes over with two shot glasses pouring you and Toni one each. You down yours as Toni slides you hers “your going to need it” she says.

You turn landing eyes on Fp, he nods at you. Without words, you knew what he was saying, next task. getting up of the stool, you make your way to him. “y/n time for the fourth and final test” fp says his hand gesturing for you to come up on stage again. Taking a deep nervous breath you, get up on the stage.

FP was about to speak again when sweet pea jumped up too. “No!” sweets shouts “she’s not doing it, I can’t let my girl get up and do this Jones,” he says almost challenging his leadership. Fp groaned gripping the top of his nose, this wasn’t the first time a new members boyfriend wanted to stop their girlfriend doing the fourth trial. “look sweet pea you know the rules it’s the gauntlet and the dance” he said hoping sweet pea would drop it. “but you can’t…” sweet pea started only to cut off by your words “can I choose the gauntlet?”

Sweetpea looked at you horrified, while fp looked at you unsure. Everyone was silent looking at you and FP. Toni broke the silence “why not! Let her choose the snake dance is old and outdated anyway” a few mumbles off agreement came from the crowd. “no you can’t let a girl run the gauntlet” sweet said now in more fear of watching you get hurt instead of dancing for the serpents. He was being to think about letting you dance would be better.

FP looked over the crowd of serpent’s then to you “the fourth task must be completed, however, it’s ladies choice what she wants to do” he announced looking at you. You looked at sweet pea giving a small smile “like all serpent’s I chose the gauntlet” you say loud as the roar of the crowd fills your chest again.

Outside fp lined up the serpent’s making two rows. Sweet Pea grabbed you “look y/n you don’t have to do this please,” he begged. Fp heard him something about this reminded him of Jughead and how he wasn’t there to stop his son. Looked at you “y/n before continent what are you doing this for” fp asked getting a smile from sweet pea, who was now hoping his leader would put a stop to this.

You turned around and looked at everyone to make sure they were all listening. “I was 13 years old, homeless, no family, no money, sleeping behind trailers, when a group of serpent’s found me. Since then tall boy gave me a home” you said point to him. You had lived with tall boy until 2 years ago when you got your own trailer on your 17th birthday, a few away from his. “Hog-eye gave me my first job when I was 14, cleaning the bar so I could pay my own way” you continue your speech. You turn to fp, “Jones was the one to convince me to go back to school and hell I get a place in Southside high” you say raising your eyes at him, earning you a chuckle from fp. Next, you look at Toni and Fangs “at south side I made real friends who showed me what loyalty meant, all serpent's” now you face sweet pea. “a serpent also showed me how to open up again and know what it’s like to be loved” you say directly to sweet pea.

Turning to face everyone again “the serpents have been there for me, I’d be dead if it wasn’t for most of you. The serpents are a family and I officially want to be a part of that family, so I want to do this like you all have before me and proudly walk down the street and say I AM A SERPENT” you yell.

You couldn’t describe the emotions you felt, the lines of men all stood clapping. This wasn’t like the rowdy cheers before, it was a respectful clap. All in agreement to what you had said. You looked at fp and sweet pea, raising your arms to ask if this was happening. Fp nodded, nudging sweets into place. Once sweet pea was at the end of the gauntlet, Jones put his hands on your shoulders “final chance, you sure you want to do this” he asked. “yes!” you answer without hesitation. With that, you stepped forward letting it begin.

Most of the serpent’s felt uncomfortable and unsure, to begin with, most of them having an unwritten rule about never hitting a woman. Nearly all of them only used half their strength behind their punches. Tallboy and fangs both you knew could hit hard than they were right now. You were only a third of the way down the line when you asked yourself why didn’t you just chose the stupid dance. Even if they weren’t going full force on you their blows still hurt. your back ribs and head getting hit from countless different directions. You kept your focus on sweet pea forcing you to keep stepping forward. As you stepped in front of sweet pea, “that all you’ve got” you joke waiting for his final punch. Sweet shook his head “I can’t hit you” he said low, his head hung low. You wanted to finish, needed to “pea you can” you say breathlessly.

FP watches sweet pea, he can see the look in his eyes. Fp shouts over “well I think we can all agree y/n passed the gauntlet,” he told them all, giving sweet pea a wink. Sweets smiled and nodded a thank you to fp for not making him hit you. Toni came running over holding out a brand new jacket in your size, proudly handing you it. You put it on with a little help from pea as the gang all cheer you.

After a few drinks in the wyrm, sweet pea drove you home. He came inside wanting to make sure you were okay and not too badly hurt. “your crazy, I love you but fucking crazy,” he said cleaning a small cut on your cheek, kissing the spot after wiping it. He slowly starting kissing down your neck and along your jawline until his lips met yours. His kiss started slow and gentle, his tongue slid over your lips begging for access to which you grant. As the kiss becomes more passionate, sweet peas hands move up your body sending shivers through you.

You quickly stop, pushing him away so you can move. Sweets look at you confused as to why you stopped. He watches you grab your new jacket, before running back into him. “take this and go sit on the couch” you smirk at him. Sweet Pea looks more confused but does as he’s told. You come in a few minutes later, walking right to the radio, turning it on. “what are you doing” he asks still unsure as to what was going on in your mind.

You walk over standing in front of him, “well seeing as I may have broken a rule today, I think it’s only fair that I still have to do the serpent dance for you” you say in a sultry tone. Sweet Pea’s smile grows as he sits up a little “well rules are rules baby” he says with a smirk. You start to sway your hips in time with the music, sweet peas eyes following them. Turning so your back is facing him, you continue to dance shaking your ass at him knowing it’s one of the things he loves most. Teasingly you slide your jeans down swaying out them, leave you in your underwear.

You turn to look at sweet pea who liked and bit his bottom lip, his eyes memorizing every inch of your body. You continue to sway your hips and arms as your stir I to sweets chocolate brown eyes. After a minute or two he stands coming close to you “your my serpent” he says dipping his head to kiss you “you always will be” Without warning sweet pea picked you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He looked into your eyes “I meant it I love you y/n” he said kissing you carrying you into the bedroom.

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Loomingtruths  - answers as long as the fic XD

1:What inspired you to write the fic this way?

The game,the chars, and my depression back then.

2:What scene did you first put down?

It's hardto remember.  The first ones were with Lang. Another of the firstones was the scene in which Phoenix tells Miles to stop behaving likea child, that they looked like actors in a opera soap. It was meantto be a parody/criticism of my own ridiculous scene lol.

Anotherone was the first scene in which Phoenix is depressed, laying on bed,unable to get up, sitting a bit but then falling again on the bed, wanting toforget his life, struggling with his bisexuality.

Also the 2possible Endings: the one in which Miles died (that turned out to be a scenein middle of the fic), and the solution of the whole plot about thecase of faceless bodies. You can't write police-like texts without doing them backwards: solve the crime and then, start splitting theparts that form the crime and making them fade out into thecharacter's doubts, assumptions, and lack of info.

3:What's your favorite line of narration?

Milesmonologues in front of graves. He got all my existential shit there.XD

AlsoLang's.

“Kay.Once again, her image appearedon his mind, and like his father's, it gave him some kind of vaguesafety, that only those pastprotective figures could provide in the world of the living ones. Maybeafter all this time he had found a sense to that strange habit ofvisiting old stones. The uselessneed to talk with those who were gone. Those who would never, everreturn.

“Everycase I read, now more than ever,scares me by foreseeing the image of the most terrifying hellawaiting us. The madness that humanscan reach frightens me. There are no rules for what is waiting foryou when human creativity,the disrupted one, is challenged. There is not even a kind of naturalrewarding system afterlong periods of suffering. It's more of the same. Uncertainty, chaosand nonsense. It's all you have.So unpredictable. That's why my father lies here. And also, that'swhy I'm here, alive. This universeworks in such fearful, chaotic ways. If humans can't put order toit... an order that could givesome kind of consolation to those who are lost in this storm...what's the point of being humansand be proud of it? What's the point of Justice and Law?”

“What?!”Klavier opened his eyes wide for a second. That was the mostrevolting suspicion he hadreceived in years. He was angry, but also tired. Putting his hands onhis head, he shook it slightlyover the desk and his voice started to get louder. “I can't believethe kind of image you haveabout me... all of you. I've done everything by the book. Myprosecution skills were perfect afterthat unfortunate first case. I've tried my best to do everythingright since then. But people are moreconcerned about my leather pants than the amount of cases I'vesolved. Yes, I don't wear a damnsuit, or glasses, and I work on my tan. But I'm a fair man. I'm notmy brother! I don't care aboutthe Gavins' legal fame!. Stop thinking of me as if I were him! He isdead! I pushed forthat tohappen!” Klavier sighed, calming himself down while straighteningon his seat. “Don't you dareto treat me as the twisted man he was.

4:What's your favorite line of dialogue?

Thereare many. One that comes to my mind is the one with Lang and Kayabout idealism:

“Iknow, but at least this will stop it. So many deaths weren’t invain” [said Kay]

“Iwouldn’t be so sure... but I let it go”, defeated emotionsplastered in his voice, in his eyes, in his soul.

Curious,Kay raised an eyebrow and smiled as if what Lang had just said was amere joke. “are youserious?”

“Let'sbe honest. You can't be serious believing this willfix the world, don't you think?”

Kay'ssmile was wiped out of her face. “So, you are doing things withoutbelieving they would changeanything?.”

Heshrugged, “Hmph, who knows.”

“Well,you should. It’s you I’m asking. You. You should know, it's yourown fucking mind.”

Bothof them looked at each other, defying, aggressively provocative. Anold tired wolf fighting againstthe Master. A little crow too smart for a savage predating world. “Ihave no time for over-thinking those things so much, like certainpeople could. I need to watch thosecriminals and sink my fangs in their throats. That's all my father,my whole family, my ancestorshave been doing through the years. But when your so long-lastingheritage has been doingthe same you do, century after century, and things never change onebit, you start to doubt if whatyou are doing right now will be the same useless thing they have donebefore.”

“Youare a bit pessimistic, Wolfie...” her face darkened. “I want tobelieve my father's ideals will beaccomplished, some day. A world that doesn't need the Yatagarasu. Hedied for this... you can't beaccomplished, some day. A world that doesn't need the Yatagarasu. Hedied for this... you can't sayit was useless....”

“Ofcourse it was not completely useless.Some people could have been saved with all this. I'll giveyou that, but... let's be serious. “

“Ican't believe that”. Kay looked at a screen, but her eyes were notwatching any of the lines displayedon it. A cold silence tensed the atmosphere.

“Forwhat it's worth, believe what you want, crow girl.” Lang threw histired body on the bed and sighedagain. A glimpse of Tyrell's image crossed his mind,  remembering howmuch the old man usedto complain about the youngsters' enthusiasm. Probably time hadgotten to Lang as well, too oldfor interacting with young people in the same way he used to

5:What part was hardest to write?

Apollo'ssubplot. All about Apollo was always hard to write for me.

6:What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

Thefandom. I usually write one fic in each fandom, and that's all what Ido. I put all my passion, all what I want and I like in that singlefic. That's why my fics are... ridiculously long.  The topics maychange according to the fandom. In Ace Attorney I try to focus a loton topics such as Justice, Power, corruption of the powerful ones,the loneliness, depression, several existential shit, love hard todeal (I mean, romance in Looming Truths is more about romance thatsometimes cross toxic limits and the couple tries to come back to ahealthy way). It's far from pinky romance, I guess. And of course,sexuality in a non-smut way. I read all my life fics with such smutin them, that I'm unable to write better things than that, so I tryto show the others things that may happen in sexual situations that Ididn't read in fics often.

7:Where did the title come from?

It'sthe common thing of all chars: truths that are there, hard to find or to see, that lurk aroundthem, like looming threats. It also applies to the case of facelessbodies, the main plot of the fic.

8:Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Hohoho.Like... Sure. There is a mix between the characterization of the gamechars and how I relate them to some people I've met in my life. Tosay the least, Phoenix is unbelievably similar to one of my ex, theone I had a long relationship as wonderful as you can read in the ficwith a person so hard to deal with due to their lack of emotionalintelligence like me.

Allthe stress and the conflict that Phoenix lives related to hisbisexuality, realising that he is bisexual when he was almost thirty,the shock it gave him is basically all the struggle one of my exlived, and I was close her to see all the process and how her mindwas deeply conflicted to this.

Klavier'sweird emotions and doubts for his brother are basically thestrangeness I feel when I think of my relationship with my father.

Theconcept of “let it flow” with Miles' stress and lack ofunderstanding?, Franziska dealing with all the shit around men, abouthaving to be much better than all of them because otherwise she willbe not recognized at all? And all her walls of rudeness around hereven though she was destroyed about Andrew's death? Because beingseen as a woman in a masculine environment makes surviving hard toaccomplish?. That's all different sides of myself in my real life translated into AA situations.

MyAura? it’s basically the friend I dedicated this fic: noir. I wroteAura always thinking in her.

10:Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Narumitsu:because I love the pair. It will sound lame but I had a relationship like this once, and I know this is the kind of relationship I want to have. Writing about this gave me a lot of nostalgia. They look such a healthy couple, despitetheir weakness and flaws and fears. Their brutal honesty is what makes themkeep going on.

Klapollo:Well, I was not planning to do this pair, but considering how Klavierwas portrayed, I wanted a bit of good things in his life, same forApollo, so I tried to do what I did: a toxic relationship trying totake away the toxic part.

Franziska/Andrew:I wanted to write a lesbian, and Francy has that type ofpersonality that usually is only portrayed on male chars, so that'swhy I tried to write as much as possible about her, andI wanted her lesbian as fuck. But, to be honest, Andrew and Franziskaare not a pair I like. I simply see them too toxic in the game,that's why I changed a bit Andrew's personality. I did not want toshow co-dependant relationships as “good” relationships, but Idid not want to show the only lesbian couple in the fic as anunhealthy one, so I played a bit far away from the “in-char”field there. Sadly, I dont have lesbian pairs in AA. :( it hurts me. I can’t ship Francy with anyone, because she needs someone like Phoenix: tender, but that also has enough personality to calm her down. Ema is too aggressive and bitter for that. Maya is too naive and too “out of Francy’s field” (I mean, Laws. They dont have common ground from where to build the cound), Andrew doesn’t have a personality that could make Francy behave. I see that a “no” from Andrew is always too weak for the storm that Francy is. Lang’s personality is really good for her, but again, I want her lesbian as fuck, sorry.

Lang-Miles:Not my pair, but my friend's (Noir). I wrote half of this fic due to her,because she wanted to read a fic about lang-miles relationship in-char without rape, and well...Looming truths turned out like this.

11:What do you like best about this fic?

Thecharacters interactions and their existential shits.

12:What do you like least about this fic?

It'sgrammar, the words I used, the way I wrote it. English not being mynative language makes some sentences hard to write. In Spanish I cancraft a really good fitting sentence, but then it goes clumsy inEnglish, with less intense emotion or simply weird. But well, thisfic was, in part, written as a way to force me learn English. And Itdid it in a marvellous way.

Stillyet, I resent a lot its grammar issues, and some weird descriptions.Sigh.

13:What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writingthis story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you thinkreaders should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Myplaylist. It's immense. It's full of OST from videogames, classicalmusic such as Vivaldi or Mozart, Jrock, Jpop, electronic music, tango,electro-tango, enka, celtic music, Irish music. Uff. It's a looong list.

Theonly song I think readers should listen while reading is the one Ilinked in the Epilogue.

14:Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Alot of things. But I leave that up to the readers. Every readerlearns or takes from the text what they want/need in that moment.That's all what I expect from the writer-reader relationship.Also, I’m always too obsessed with people developing their own critical thinking. I always try to stimulate that on my fics, to make situations that force readers keep thinking, and taking positions. If that happens, that’s all I want from my readers. That, and comments helping me to improve my grammar XD but those never came. 

15:What did you learn from writing this fic?

English,lol. A loooot.

AndIt helped me to overcome my deep depression in that moment. It helpedme to survive really bad times. Like I said to one of my ex once: ifI write, it means I'm really bad. If I'm feeling happy and ok, Idon't have wishes for writing. But when I feel myself eaten bydepression, I learnt that writing helped me to kill me, to hurt me, toforgive me, to guide myself. Writing is for me a healing process thatno therapy can match.