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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Mista - By the Silvery Moon

Werewolf Mista and his vampire girlfriend.

I wanted some soft spice so I made my own food.

You laid peacefully upon your boyfriend on his bed, bodies pressing deliciously against each other with the odd feeling of your temperature difference.

Somehow, never was it unpleasant for you to snuggle on the overbearing warmth of your favourite wolf and neither was it for him to feel the ice of your skin, refreshing on his furry skin.

It was basically a routine by now. You both could only see each other at night time, and Mista was busy as ever. Loyal as he was to his team he always did his best to be present for them at all times, even though it meant not having as much quality time to spend with his lovely girlfriend as he would like.

Tonight was one of those rare nights. He laid lazily on his bed and you would always come lay on top of him, showering him with affection and his most favourite belly rubs and head pats.

You both stayed in comfortable silence. Sometimes, you'd strike some casual mindless conversations, and it was those small moments that made your nights together so precious. Just being close to each other, regardless of species.

In the mondane vampire society that you belonged in, you'd be damned to not marry a man of your rank and class, and Mista would be equally damned to not mate with a proper omega from his own pack. But both of you couldn't care less for these old out-dated traditions. Nobody hardly followed those strict rules anyways nowadays, except for the most conservative of people.

Who cared if a vampire girl and a werewolf boy had fallen in love? Who would even stop you? You found each other and nothing could ever change that.

You were laying your head on Mista's broad chest and caressed the bits of skin on his exposed stomach, making the male shudder delightfully as he held your small frame flush against him.

He never got tired of rubbing your cold back, wondering how you could live with such skin of ice. He also never got tired of touching your hair, the scent of you even more prominent in it, driving him absolutely crazy.

You carefully lifted yourself up to stare at your lover who looked blankly up into nothing in particular on the ceiling, but instantly shot you a lazy and handsome smile as your eyes met. Gosh, he was so cute.

"Hello beautiful." He playfully called out and you grinned at his uncalled spontaneous cheesiness.

"Hi sexy~" You giggled and you could feel his torso spasm under you with his deep chuckle.

You moved to climb up just enough to get impossibly closer to his face and he let you do as you pleased, spreading his legs wider to ease your access and loosening his strong grip around you.

You looked over him with a fondness that was reserved for him only, and he knew there was nothing else in this eternal world of yours that you looked at with the same adoration in your eyes.

"Woah..." He breathed out through a lopsided grin "Girl, your eyes always make me feel some kind of way, dang... Shooting fucking bullets with those red eyes, somebody arrest you before you kill someone!"

"Oh shush, pup." You teased at his dorkiness and booped his nose. He hated it when you treated him submissively, but he never stopped you either.

"Hey, don't call me that! You freaky bloodsucker." He glared at you.

Ignoring his thoughtless offense you made yourself more comfortable on him, your personal mattress for the night, and proceeded to smooth your hands over his 3-days beard, caressing his cheeks and admiring his chiseled face.

You did remember Bucciarati convincing him to shave more often because of how fast Mista's facial hair grew. Funny advice coming from a Mothman who was half covered in fluff himself.

You had to resist the urge to peck Mista's very inviting lips as you hovered over him, propping yourself on your elbows at each side of his head. As sweet as you looked and as cute as you were in his eyes, the poor werewolf could not be immune to your intimidating and pressuring natural vampiric aura.

It was always a blurry thing, the natural hierarchy of monsters and humans. People fought everyday to make this unfair discrimination and hierarchy disappear, but no one could deny the strong overpowering aura some species had over others without even controlling it. Vampires, demons, sirens, titans among many others. Species that could make anyone else falter underneath them with just one look, one word, one step.

He trusted you with absolution to never do him harm and he was confident in his physical strength and power to counter anything, but truly, the intoxicating anxiety your glowy red eyes could put him through sometimes, prompting him to sweat and tightening his throat...

That was hot as hell.

"Come on..." He murmured more to himself than to you, but seeing his hungry gaze on your blood red lips so close to his, it was more than obvious what he wanted from you.

And you obliged. First, pecking his lips in a million tiny blooming kisses, almost too cutely for his own likings. Your sugary little smooches way too innocent for his current needs.

Fortunately for him, you were quick to catch on, or maybe it was on purpose that you teased him, he couldn't guess. Your shy fluttering pecks soon turned much longer, slower and more languorous with time, much to Mista's appreciation.

He couldn't help his big clawed hands from roaming along your back, eager to having you pressed even harder against him if that was possible, never getting enough of you.

Mista was the vocal type. You knew it wouldn't be long until he started making noises that would either alert the neighbours, or alert the most sensitive bugfolks that would most likely come check the commotion and maybe try to bask in some nice lamp light too while they were at it.

So, before he could ask for more, which he was eagerly expecting, you moved your lips to kiss along the corner of his mouth, to his prickly cheeks, then traveled down to his jaw and neck.

He released a low and animalistic growl at your defiance and lack of cooperation.

"... What do you think you're doing?" He asked lowly, his voice deep and gruff as you showered his neck with some sweet loving.

"Nothing," you muffled against his skin and he shivered from your cold lips and breath on his sensitive skin as you sighed, "You smell so good..."

"You... You wanted blood?" He scoffed and clicked his tongue, "You could have just asked... You damn vampires..." Mista did not hide his disappointment, thinking you'd initiate in some hot make out session only to stop cruelly and feed on him.

That wasn't the case though. You didn't like to use your boyfriend for blood, and surely, it wasn't a procedure you took lightly either.

There were plenty of volunteers for that service anyways, and you preferred the person be both physically and mentally ready for you rather than just randomly partake in some unrequited violent neck biting. You wouldn't waste the short and precious moments with Mista on such trivial and unnecessary reasons.

"No, no, I don't want to draw blood from you. I don't need it, I'll just satisfy myself with your scent." You buried your face deeper into him, taking in the smell of his blood, coming strong, fresh and vibrant under his tan skin of musk. "Plus I wouldn't dare bite you with no preparations. That's unfair."

"You're too cute." Mista snorted and wrapped his long and sturdy arms around you, squeezing you hard and lovingly.

Godamnit, he wanted to be mad at you but you were so adorable and sweet, he couldn't help but feel so lucky and privileged to have you. Not everyone could brag about having such a kind-hearted, hot and brilliant vampire girlfriend.

But he could.

"I love you princess. But really, you can take from me anytime you want. We've talked about this already, cara."

You moved to look back up at him, your gaze soft. "No, it's fine. Not now. For now I want to make the most of the little time we have together before the sunrise."

He laid his head back in contemplation. That was right. You'd have to go back home at least 30 minutes before dawn to prepare for bed without being in danger. Nights were too short and Mista's weeks of work were too long.

"My poor little babe will be blood deprived..." He cooed half jokingly and caressed your soft hair, sympathizing with your struggles.

"It's fine. I get less and less hungry when I smell your delicious, sweet virgin blood."

"Vi-.... VIRGIN?!" He shot up, almost shaking you up, "Who said I was a virgin?!"

You laughed at his outburst and his eyes were horrified and wide as saucers on you as you tried to calm your fit of laughter.

"Hehehe hahaha! I can smell it! It's so obvious! Please keep it that way, it tastes great too. Very nutritious and easy to digest~" You commented, giggling behind your hands.

The poor male blushed, unable to counter attack truthful and straight facts. "Nooo...." he whined, his wolf ears flattening down against his head in defeat.

"Don't be down, amorino." You cooed and gently caressed his face, "You know I'm just teasing~. Let me make it up to you."

And as you said that, you snaked your finger in his curly hair, slowly massaging his scalp and eliciting a groany sigh from the male. That was his biggest weakness, besides you, of course. Gentle head scritches. No werewolf could ever stay indifferent.

Just having your long nails rake so pleasurably along his scalp and dancing around and behind his wolf ears sent him to a pure state of bliss.

"A-ah, Y-Y/N... Aah thanks... Feels g-great hehe..."

"So polite. What a good boy."

Subconsciously, Mista's tail bonked loudly the side of the bed repeatedly with excitement, like a natural response to the praise.

It was cute, you thought, how much he could act like a puppy sometimes. Even though he hated to hear it from you, and rathered appear strong, dominant and protective for you, because he could be just that for you, and keep you safe.

You kissed him again and he instantly caged you back in his arms, planting his claws on your back and shoulders possessively. He was so crazy in love for you and the realization that he'd be gone for another long mission without seeing you hit him suddenly, which prompted him to tighten his legs around your hips and effectively emprisoning you with his limbs.

With his mind filled with thoughts of you only, and feeling your body pressed so delighfully against him, he kissed you even harder, giving you all his passion as he was getting drunk off your ministrations and intoxicating scent, both fruity and metallic.

"Hmph Guido..." You moaned on his lips and he could swear you did it on purpose. "Slow down."

"You're testing my limits babe, I don't like that."

"Hmm... It's 5 A.M." You whined softly between his insistant kisses and love bites.

"So what? I don't see your point. Let me have you." He mumbled huskily and you had to push him down to let yourself speak without interruption.

"I have to go, the sun is about to rise."

He groaned in annoyance and went limp under you, defeated. You chuckled at his reaction and propped yourself back on your hands as he released you.

"Fuck... Already? We barely did anything..." He huffed, beaten by time itself which was stealing his girlfriend away from him.

"We did a lot actually. I fed you, we played games, gossiped a bit and cuddled for like... 2 hours."

"We had a tickle fight too. Can't forget about my victory..." He proudly added before smirking, "... And your cute little noises."

"Shut up!" You slapped his arm as you sat up. Oh no, he was going to rub it in again, you knew it.

"Kyaaaah~ stop it! Guido not there aaaah~! AAAAAHHH~" He obnoxiously wailed and moaned exaggeratedly with an awful girly voice.

"SHUT UP! I didn't even say that! I don't even sound like that! You're gross!"

After a few more, well-deserved slaps from you and a fit of laughter from him, you eventually got off of the boy and fixed your clothes, walking away from the bed as he joined you.

"Aww but really babe," He wrapped his long arms around your waist from behind and buried his nose in your hair "I'll miss you..."

"It's okay sweetheart," You craned your neck and reached behind you to hold his face, "5 days fly by fast. And Bruno is kind, he'll give you a vacation if you ask him nicely."

Mista sighed, nuzzling into your hand and relishing in your soft hold. He was probably being dramatic in your eyes, acting like each day was the last one, but he wasn't completely wrong. His work field was more dangerous than he'd ever let you know, and even if you did know, he was well aware that you weren't even close to being afraid of death as he was. Vampires were immortal, after all, werewolves were not.

"Guido..." You called out, voice careful and airy.

"Hmm?"

"Don't be scared."

The male pulled away from you and stared at you with wide eyes. Scared? Was your kind really that sensitive to other's emotions?

His heart raced and he stuttered. "Huh? What- How did you-"

"I can smell it Guido, your hormones are strong." You turned to face him and grabbed his huge clawed hands in your ice cold ones, looking tenderly into his eyes. "You know I would never let you die."

Mista gulped. You knew. Of course you'd have guessed, you were so perceptive. He was dense to believe he could hide anything from you. There was nothing he could say when you read him like an open book and pinned him into place with your confident stance and fierce eyes.

"I..." He huffed heavily, avoiding your gaze "I can never be sure, Y/N. I didn't tell you everything about my work...."

"I know." You brought his hands up to your face and pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, his fur soft against your lips. "But don't forget my abilities. I'll turn you into a vampire without hesitation if anything were to happen. If I'm not here, Giorno will do it, we've already established this."

Mista's eyes widened at this revelation. You talked with Giorno? Even though the blonde was only half-vampire, he did have strong healing abilities, but the werewolf wouldn't have expected the vampires would ever work together to actually revive any of the team members in worst case scenarios. Thinking about it, it may even have been Bruno's idea.

Mista scoffed, unbelieving. "You sly bastards... You guys know the implications of turning people into hybrids, right?"

"I don't care. I want you safe and to stop worrying." You smiled and pulled him closer to you. "We'll talk about this later. Now kiss me."

Pushing his worry and melancholy to the side, the male obeyed and bent down to capture your lips hungrily again, hugging you almost uncomfortably hard. Mista wasn't really one to hold back much, and only you could either handle him, or put him back to place.

"Get home safe babe. Call me when you arrive." He murmured, still craddling your face close and you matched his whispers.

"Will do. Sleep tight, cuore mio."

Not quite wanting to separate from each other, you hesitated to move and had to use all your willpower to actually start walking towards the window, Mista still holding your hand and following close behind.

He opened the window for you and helped you hop on the frame, the moonlight long gone to leave space for dawn.

You shot one last look to your lover and blew him a kiss, making him grin goofily, "Bye bye Guido."

"Love ya, Y/N."

And with those sweet words, you jumped out the window, only to transform into your bat form and flying off into the early morning sky, your presence and your scent still remaining in Mista's room, on his skin and on his clothes.

Certainly, he had nothing to worry about.

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axemetaphor · 3 years

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im definitely not ripping off my friend by making a list of au ideas i have no siree //gonna slap this under a readmore cause i. well i say a lot. all of the time. i tried so hard to format this Good but tumblr fucked me up i am so sorry

so first-off i know i already have one WIP AU (Auckland) on ao3 so i wont talk about That one cause like. spoilers. i actualyl have it like 80% created so its likely gonna truly get finished for once and i dont wanna ruin shit

the other one ive posted about is something me and ben (catgirlrepublic) have worked on together its not at all close to done or anything but it's. a fun little crossover. Between jdate and my fuckinuhm. Original characters story “Untitled Villains Project”. the sketches of the comic version ive started is actually my pinned post 👉👈 its like the first chunk of the story, i think half of part 1? yea.

Tldr john fucking Somehow is able t oget into contact with a certain curious scientist from another reality who’d just love to study the Soy Sauce, most certainly not for her own nefarious purposes

John and Dave meet up with the scientist, her name is Boss, and her lab assistant, Toxic, and after a bit of a preliminary Vibe Check where john determines her trustworthy (which Dave doesnt agree with,) the two agree to be taken to the world UVP is set in. from there they stay in Boss’s lab (big old fucking abandoned military lab). John and Toxic are fast friends due to mutual love-of-chaos. John n Dave get to fuckin, camp out on an air mattress.

The day after they arrive, the two get split up, not exactly intentionally; big plot points of UVP are liek. Fueled by Boss sending Toxic to go fetch her “research materials,” which are usually important artifacts

Fuckin side note i guess i have to explain my dumb bullshit: Boss’s, uh, field of expertise so to speak is actually fckin, basically the scientific study of magic and superpowers n shit like that. This shit’s all real in that world. Toxic’s got fuckin superpowers, so do 4 other main characters, whatever. It’s got a bit to do with spirituality, iss Boss’s hypothesis. So she has Toxic fetch important artifacts that might have “energies” to them. The thing is actually way more fuckin complictated than that, this is just Boss’s initial hypothesis.

Motherfucking anyways. So Boss gives Toxic a job to do, and John get excited about how Cool that sounds, and ends up going with Toxic, leaving Boss and Dave alone. Neither is thrilled about this. But Dave and Boss get to have a bit of conversation (while Toxic and John are off bonding and having a good time) and come to a… mutual grudging understanding of some kind. They still dont like each other though lmao

Theres gonna be deeper shit going on but we havent sorted it out yet/tbh havent like Written For It in a while but i still like thinking about it a lot lol

Also pretty sure our endgame is john and dave steal toxic and bring them back with em lmao boss is kind of not nice and toxic would most certainly be better off in Undisclosed. Actually theyd fucking love it. Theyd become a local cryptid im sure. Undisclosed’s mothman is a teleporting spike baby.

I have. Another crossover AU that i might. Post something about for halloween? Maybe? If i have it finished?

Crosses over into, you guessed it, another one of my original-character projects. God, am i vain or something?

I promise this is just because i think blue and dave should get to team up to beat up some monsters

Quick briefing on my fuckinuh. Original character story, this one doesnt have a name (yet? Idk lol my work never actually goes anywhere sso who gives a shit). It centers around two grim reapers, Red (26, bi woman) and Blue (22, aroace agender asshole). In this reality or whatever, grim reapers function kind of like low-level office workers. They get told who’s going to die + when by some middle-management types, and upper management only involve themselves when punishment needs to be doled out. These Higher-Ups can be seen as analogous to Korrok; they’re decidedly not human, never were, and fucking terrifyingly powerful. Additionally, grim reapers are sort of .. designed to be “background noise” people. In reality theyre supernatural beings and, uh, look Real Fuckin Weird (the whole deal has a neon aesthetic im terrible at drawing uwu) but most humans just perceive them like extras in a movie. A body’s there but the camera’s not focused on it.

To the narrative: the shit starts when Red n Blue get relocated to Undisclosed. Relocation is something that just happens every now and then to reapers; they usually work in teams, but they get split up into different cities to avoid any strong bonds forming (a counter-union strategy from the Higher-Ups).

Red, Blue, John and Dave end up running into each other for the first time in a McDonalds where John n Dave are getting some 4am “hey, we just survived another horrific monster fight” celebration burgers. John and Dave are the only two people who can see how… strange Red and Blue are. Nobody else notices.

John unintentionally pisses Blue off, leading to Blue whacking him upside the head with a dildo bat. They all four get kicked out of McDonald’s. Dave and Red both are less than thrilled

Blue and John end up resolving their differences, somehow. Red and Dave briefly bond over their dumbass best friends being, well, dumbasses. They all part ways amicably.

somehow-or-other (idk yet) they end up running into each other a few more times, and eventually john invites them over to his place, and the four (plus Amy now!) get to know each other a little better

while there, Blue gets a text about some guy who's gonna die and John offers to drive them to where that's gonna go down. they take him up on the offer and get to have a bit of one-on-one conversation

after that ordeal though Blue has had Enough of people and bails, leaving John to head home alone

theres a sort of mirror-development going on with the five of em. Red, John, and Amy would all like everyone to get along, though theyre a bit tentative about it (John moreso than the other two, actually, jsut cause. well Red n Blue could still be Sauce Monsters). Dave and Blue on the other hand do Not like people enough for this shit, and Dave's not unconvinced theyre Sauce Monsters. he will not trust them until proven he should

the story's kinda nebulous but i got an idea for some Shit going down that involves both Sauce Monsters and also the Higher-Ups to have some fuckin absolute chaos go down.

Oops! All Trans

Everybody is transgender. Everyone

Ive actually workshopped this one both with ben (catgirlrepublic) and ghost (ghost-wannabe) lmao its a fun lil concept ive had from the get-go cause i mean. What’s an internet tran gonna do other than hit all their favourite media with the Everyone’s Trans beam

Dave transitioned post-high school and faked his death for it. People go missing in Undisclosed all the damned time, after all. He moved to the next city over, transitioned fully, then came back as a completely new man. Yes i know this doesnt exactly fit with the “everyone knows David from high school” thing alright, hush.

Anytime anyone brings up John’s old best friend (pre-transition Dave) John throws an entire fit like an overdramatic grieving widow. Full-on sobbing “why would you bring her up?! I miss her so much—” to the point that people just stop bringing up because Jesus Christ That Sure Is Uncomfortable KJHGFDS.

This is a scheme he and Dave came up with prior to Dave leaving, though Dave hadnt exactly anticipated John putting on this much of a performance about it— but it’s stopped Dave from ever having tto hear his deadname again, so hey.

Amy transitioned sometime in middle school/early high school. Her family was super supportive and loved her a ton and most people just know her as Amy. she was super shy her whole life really so. Yeah. people just dont think to bring it up lmao also i Feel Like big jim would absolutely wallop anyone who gave her trouble of any kind

John’s nonbinary (genderfluid specifically) and not exactly Interested in transitioning ? like hes fine with how he is. mostly.

he came out to Dave in high school but hes not out to anyone else exactly. Maybe his bandmates. Probably any other trans person in Undisclosed knows, too, cause theyre safe to tell lmao. Johns mostly a “he/him out of convenience” kinda nb who’s cool with any pronouns but does prefer they/them most. Dave and Amy use they/them when the trio are alone

Also this is a totally self-indulgent caveat that i think would be great, Dave’s actually agender but because he's transmasc and transitioned when he thought there were really only two options, and being Boy at least felt less weird than being Girl, he just kind of assumed he was a dude. It’s only through a lot of (like fucking years and years hes probably in his 30s/40s when he puts 2 and 2 together on this one) talks about gender with John that he realizes he actually feels like No Gender. Masc aesthetic with none gender.

I Just Think It’d Be Neat Is All Okay

Also Amy came out to Dave about being trans early on in them seeing each other and his response was to get very nervous before blurting out “me too” and then just being too embarrassed to talk about it for the rest of the day. Hes got a lot of hangups on talking about it actually it takes years for him to get comfortable in that

by contrast when Amy comes out to John about it his response is to yell “EYYY ME TOO” and give her a big ol hug lmao

I think itd be neatt if Amy ran a like. Transfem help/advice blog on tumblr. Kind of helped-with by John who can give her transfem nb insight for certain asks. I also just think that would be neat.

Cowboy AU - i put this one last cause its got drawings to it actually. Theyll be at the bottom

Basically just. Hey you ever watched a western. I think they look neat

This is another one me n ben have come up with lol

The soy sauce and all that shit still exist, im not sure where korrok fits in yet but ill figure it out

Theres no real like solid narrative yet ? but heres the barebones of everybody’s arcs.

John

Johns an absolute troublemaker, Of Course. Hes wanted in several towns for absolutely stupid shit. Hes a loner who shows up, causes chaos, gets drunk, does some drugs, runs away if people get too mad at him

He definitely had the same kind of deal with the soy sauce as in canon— he was at some kind of party, somebody offered it, he took it cause why the fuck wouldnt he, now he can see monsters and shit

Hes kind of a mooch also. Like. dont let him stay in your barn man he’ll never fucking leave and drink all your booze.

He runs into Dave when they happen to just, cross paths in the same town. the bullshit John stirs up ends up involving Dave in a way that makes it seem like it's his fault too, and they both get run out of town

after that he just tags along after Dave. hes decided this guy's Cool he wants to stick around. Dave is pissed at first, but not enough to shoot him or anything, and eventually, John grows on him

Dave

Dave also is a loner but unlike John hes simply so fucking awkward and bad with people. He doesnt feel like he belongs anywhere so he just travels

He’s the stereotypical Lone Ranger tbh. He wanders from town to town, solving their problems, though hed deny its out of any moral obligation (it kinda is, a little bit, tbh. He does like feeling useful). He shows up, fixes things, leaves. He's kind of a legend but most people think he's hiding something dark. other people jsut know him as that guy who farted real loud in the middle of the saloon and promptly skipped town out of sheer embarrassment. you know how it goes with Dave

He ends up involved with the Soy Sauce when a snake (not Actually a snake,) bites him. The snake’s more like the wig-monsters, really. Anyway, it injects him with the soy sauce, he fucking trips balls in the middle of the desert, he can see monsters now

He runs into John and shit goes tits-up, as said, but they become traveling buddies after that. he'd never say so, but he's glad for the company, actually. it's nice. hes not used to companionship but he feels a strange kind of easiness hanging out with John....

not sure how the Monster Dave concept will like fit in to this reality but like. trust me i want it in here. I'll Figure It Out.

Amy

Amy’s been living in a town John and Dave end up passing through and she is very curious about these two new Handsome Strangers who claim to fight monsters and just kinda. Persistently tags along til they let her join for real

Her family’s all dead, unfortunately, just like in canon, and she’s been living alone for a few years before meeting John n Dave. she had nothing left in that town to stay for, she'd been fantasizing about escaping on wild adventures for a long time and this felt a little like a dream come true. (Dave still gives her a spiel about how Difficult it is, but really, her fantasies were pretty grounded-in-reality already. i jsut think thats how she is, yknow?)

Shes the first person to react to the whole “we see monsters” shit with a kind of “oh, okay. neat” kind of response lmao

John and Dave fix whatever the fuck is up with her town (maybe that’s where the Korrok shit can fit, who knows) and Amy ends up being integral to that. After, she insists they take her with them because “they need her now” and Dave just cant really say no. John too is very much "the more the merrier!" and hes actually glad to have another person along he loves people lmao

At the start she has long hair but after she joins them she chops it short with a knife for convenience

also she still is an amputee. justt. idk. it was a wagon/stagecoach accident rather than a car accident lmao. just to clarify since i hadnt mentioned it, i wouldnt rob her of her ghost hand or yknow. all of the significance to her character that Missing A Hand has. although also now im going to have to research what was used as painkillers way-back-when, but im betting shes still got, like, her pain pills, they probably had those, maybe i wouldnt have to try too hard there. old timey medicine could be WACK though,

Shitload

Yeah hes in tthis shit mostly cause i liked designing his cowboy self lmao

Hes a kid (like 16, 17, technically i think in those days that was more Young Man than Kid but whatever. Hes Young i mean.) who got possessed by the Worms out in the desert and, by his family’s perception, just went missing!

Hes also a wanderer, but he ended up at the same town john and dave met in, at that same time, and starts following them after, already aware of who/what they are.

He keeps his face covered 24/7. actually he covers a Majority of his self for reasons. kinda want him to be a slightly more horrifying Worm Entity rather than human idk,

I kinda dont have much for this boy yet sorry Shitload

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with some editing notes for me cause im doing a very specific aesthetic with this lmao. i might change some lil details/colours though ...... idk

im also kinda 🤔 about shitload's colour palette. i want things assoicated w the sauce to be black'n'red predominantly but i think his palette might mirror dave's too closely. also im working on a korrok design i jsut am too busy to draw it now

#jdate #john dies at the end #aus #erh. tthe hell do i tag this as #rambles.txt #long post #well let me know if youd wanna hear more or. or something #send an ask. or whatever #yaknow #:jazz hands:

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starlocked01 · 4 years

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These Words are Knives

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Summary: Virgil doesn't like being a secret boyfriend. He honestly just wants his soulmate to be able to be himself at home and at work. But has Janus ever been himself with anyone? Remus probably. But Virgil and Remus don't know about each other and that's about to become everyone's problem

Content Warning: Unsympathetic Janus, Swearing, Fighting, Capslock, Emotional Abuse and Manipulation

Day 28 Anxceitmus- A sentence appears on your arm each night recapping something your soulmate said that day. Modified so that it only shows up after you've met them in person.

"If you love me, let me go If you love me, let me go These words are knives that often leave scars The fear, the fear of falling apart Truth be told I never was yours The fear, the fear of falling apart" -This is Gospel Panic! at the Disco

"Oh yes, my girlfriend and I enjoy true crime shows pretty often."

Virgil sighed, staring at the golden letters glowing on his skin. It stung a lot to see his soulmate lie like this every night.

He turned over in bed to face Janus, "I hate your boss."

"Mmhmm, me too," Janus replied flatly, not taking his eyes off the newspaper.

"I shouldn't have to see this. You shouldn't have to keep me hidden from your coworkers," Virgil felt anger knotting at the bottom of his stomach. It truly wasn't fair.

"If he finds out I'm gay, he will fire me. I'm not having this discussion right now," Janus declared with a tone of finality.

"I'm not asking you to out yourself, I'm just upset about the situation," Virgil twisted onto his back and stared at the ceiling, "what does yours say?"

Janus gave an exasperated sigh and made a show of rolling up his sleeve before reading the shiny purple text, "'Oh my god, that would definitely have killed me!' Honestly, Virgil, it was a mouse. Bit of an overreaction."

"Whatever, good night."

"Virgil?"

"What?"

"I love you."

"Love you too."

Well, it wasn't a lie, Virgil is far too trusting of him for him to not mean it when he says he loves him.

Janus could remember back when they'd first met, Virgil wouldn't even give him his phone number. It had been a tedious process getting the anxious man to open up, and it was more than worth it to Janus. The problems only started when he'd met her.

Remus had been completely unexpected; Janus had literally run into her on his way to work. He panicked that first night the neon green script appeared on his arm opposite the purple text. Remus was also his soulmate and unlike Virgil, she was eager to know Janus.

Janus had made his decision to keep his second soulmate a secret the moment he saw the text, and now he sat like a spider atop his web of lies.

Janus glanced over at Virgil as he lay there, clearly not asleep yet, and started humming a lullaby that usually helped Virgil relax. The tension in his shoulders started to ease and soon he was snoring. Janus folded up the newspaper and took the disposable phone out of his nightstand.

R<3: heyyyy sexy i wanna c u tomrw ;]

He smiled and responded, keeping an eye on Virgil to make sure he was still asleep.

J: I agree, at our usual place?

R<3: !!!!!!

He quickly shut off the phone and hid it again before turning off the bedside lamp and rolling over to fall asleep. ---- Truth be told, it was simply easier to talk about Remus at work because they went by multiple pronouns. It also helped that they didn't immediately get suspicious anytime Janus brought them up. Virgil’s concern could be overbearing and it was just easier to stay under the radar of homophobic coworkers who would no longer respect him if they found out.

He didn't feel good about lying; it was survival. But he was good at it.

"Jan!" Remus waved him over as soon as he arrived at the restaurant. He smiled and joined them at their table, "it's been too long, why are you avoiding me?" Remus asked with a grin.

"I'm not, I just don't want to interrupt your work," Janus smirked, taking a sip of his water.

"What? You don't think I could handle you trying to distract me?" Remus laughed happily, leaning over to kiss their soulmate’s cheek.

They laughed and joked all through dinner, gossiping about coworkers, generally having a good time. The time got away from Janus and it was midnight before he realized how late it had gotten.

"Oh! I want to see what your soul mark says today!" Remus beamed, excitedly rolling up their own sleeve.

"You do tend to have quite… entertaining quotes," Janus' smile hid his irritation but he obliged, rolling up his sleeve as well, "'Why don't we eat the babies and call it Swifting?' Really, Remus? Do I want context?"

"You remember 'A Modest Proposal' by Jonathan Swift, right?" he giggled, reading his own quote of the day, "'Honestly, Virgil, it was a mouse.' Huh…" Remus looked confused, "who's Virgil? You don't talk about him but I see his name come up pretty often."

"A coworker. He's not very pleasant to talk with but we often have projects together," the lie was smooth as silk. He knew this one would happen someday and had prepared.

Remus glanced over and saw a streak of purple along Janus’ wrist of his other arm, "what's that?" they grabbed Janus' wrist and pushed the sleeve up before he could protest. They read the words out loud, "'sup, fellow cryptids? I'm your host, Virgil Keir and it's time to talk about why you absolutely should run to the woods to date the Fae.' Wait…" Remus looked up knowingly, "Virgil is your soulmate, not your coworker."

"He can be both. Like I said, he's not easy to get along with-" Janus was sweating under his collar.

"I want to meet him!" Remus exclaimed.

"Why?' Janus was genuinely puzzled by their reaction.

"Hello! I love his youtube channel and you're my easy in! Plus he's your soulmate so he's gotta be important to you, which makes him all the more important to me," Remus grinned happily, "I swear I'm not jealous that you have two soulmates."

Janus let the comment slide past him, "I'll talk with him, but he's rather private. He may not want to meet you. I mean, he hasn't asked about you at all."

"Alright alright. Thanks, Jan!" Remus kissed him again, "wanna stay the night?" they asked with a wink.

"Not tonight, we both have work tomorrow and it's late enough already," Janus gave them a silvery smile while standing to pay the bill.

"Aw man, I can't wait to tell Stormy about this!" Remus pulled out their phone and was already texting with fire in their eyes.

"Who’s Stormy?" Janus asked hesitantly.

"Tumblr mutual. He's like the biggest fan of 'Mothman Mondays'. He'll be so stoked!"

"Ah- well have fun with that. Goodnight, darling," Janus left quickly. This needed to be contained. ---- Virgil stared at his phone in disbelief.

thotiestthoughts: stormy ull nvr guess!!

thotiestthoughts: my soulmate knows Virgil K!!!

Thoti was probably Virgil’s favorite fan, they messaged on tumblr all the time and had become quite good friends, but it was through his anonymous account not the official blog for his show. He debated how he would respond before typing back.

stormcloud07734: wow what a coincidence. r u secretly him? ;)

The best defense is a strong offense, right?

thotiestthoughts: !!!! im so excite!!!!!!

stormcloud07734: that means u must live pretty close to him

thotiestthoughts: u think hes in Orlando???

Virgil smiled. He knew he was in Orlando. But he had a better idea.

stormcloud07734: don't know about Virgil but im in Orlando. wanna meet up?

His heart was pounding. If this were anyone else but thoti he'd never consider it.

thotiestthoughts: OMG WHEN? RN?

stormcloud07734: how about tomorrow?

Virgil smiled at thoti's enthusiasm. They both picked a local cafe to meet in the afternoon and signed off for the night. Virgil didn’t even wait for Janus to get home before falling asleep. ---- Virgil got to the cafe an hour early. He could barely feel his own breathing as his heart felt like it filled his whole chest and stomach. What if he was wrong and thoti turned out to be a creep or stalker? What if he was never heard from again? He hadn't even said goodbye to Janus that morning. He tried to scroll tumblr to calm down, tried to research for his next episode, anything to distract himself from the anticipation and anxiety.

Remus couldn't wait to meet stormy and was practically bouncing around the back seat of xyr Uber. He'd given xem his phone number since they'd never shared photos and xe was trying desperately to not call before xe got to the cafe.

About a block away xyr phone started ringing. It was stormy.

"Hello?" Xe answered breathlessly.

An all too familiar voice answered xem, "hey, thoti, I know you're not here just yet but I have a bit of a confession to make."

"Virgil…" Remus was practically shoved out of the car by the driver as xe was paralyzed in shock. Xe looked up and saw the familiar pale face, purple hair with swooping bangs and dark eyeshadow smiling at him from a table in the corner, phone held to his face.

"Yup, sorry," Virgil hung up as Remus walked over, mouth agape.

"All this time?" xe asked, not ready to sit at the table with one of xyr favorite minor celebrities.

"Yeah, I kinda like participating in cryptid culture without being hounded about my videos," Virgil shrugged with a grin, "come on, sit down. I'm a lot more like stormcloud than I am like my videos."

"I'm Remus," xe stuck out xyr hand.

"Virgil," he snickered and pinched Remus' fingers with three of his own and gave a curt little shake. Xe laughed and sat down across the table, fidgeting with xyr hoodie strings. Virgil gave xem a long look over, "so your soulmate knows me?"

"Oh yeah, I kinda found out last night and asked him to ask you to meet me so if he brings that up, sorry. I just got really excited about it," Remus blushed in embarrassment, "hopefully Janus will be cool about it."

Virgil stopped mid-sip of a mocha latte, "Janus?"

"Yeah, our soulmate."

"You're his soulmate too? I don't believe you," Virgil shook his head.

"I saw both lines of writing on his arms last night, I'm sure of it!" Remus' grin began to falter, "but whatever, right? We're not here to talk about soulmates. I've been so excited to meet you."

"Hang on, how long?" Virgil demanded.

"How long what? My d-"

"How long have you been soulmates?" Virgil smacked the table.

"About 5 months," Remus looked down at the table. This was going terribly.

"Janus has been my soulmate for 2 years and he never brought up a second soulmate. I can't-" Virgil looked like something inside him was dying, "why wouldn't he mention you?"

"He- oh my god he doesn't want me around… and you probably hate me just for existing…" Remus looked up as Virgil laid a hand gently on xyrs.

"No. I don't hate you. We're going to get to the bottom of this." ---- Virgil sat in bed next to Janus who was preoccupied with a book. He didn't know how to bring up Remus and every moment he felt sicker and sicker in his stomach. The frequent fights, the talk at work about a girlfriend, the distance between them, when he thought about it he realized it had only really started 5 months ago.

Janus reached out to take his hand and Virgil instinctively pulled away.

"What's wrong, Virgil?" Janus asked sweetly.

"Don't touch me," he muttered just as the clock struck midnight. He glanced at the yellow text without bothering to read it, "I bet this one is a lie too."

"Virgil, what do you mean? You're acting suspicious," Janus’ mind was reeling. He'd forgotten what Virgil had said he was going to do that day and didn't expect him to be so hostile. He glanced down at the purple text on his arm and asked, "who's 'thoti', Virgil?"

Virgil started to reply when he saw a flash of green on his own arm. He looked and was surprised to find a second soul mark in a dark green scrawl. His phone was ringing and he didn't even need caller ID to know who it was, "are you seeing this too, Rem?" Virgil's eyes flicked over to Janus and narrowed, "a second soulmate, who could have guessed?" Janus kept his face impressively passive at the news and subtle accusation, "okay, see you soon."

Virgil hung up and glared at Janus who simply repeated, "who's 'thoti', Virgil?"

"You insufferable bastard! You know exactly who xe is, your 'girlfriend' our soulmate," Virgil scowled, ready to tear out a throat and leave the body for the wolves. He saw that Remus had texted him that xe was 10 minutes away. Janus had nowhere to run now.

"Her name is Remus. Why would I assume she was your soulmate or that you would give her such a disrespectful nickname?" Janus tried to steer the conversation in his favor.

"You're going to accuse me of disrespect? For the last five months, you have done nothing but lie to us and you're saying I'm the disrespectful one? You can't deflect your way out of this one, babe," Virgil felt his eye twitch. Remus better get there fast if he wanted both soulmates intact.

Virgil was screaming and beating Janus with a pillow when the doorbell rang.

"What the fuck? Is this a confrontation or a sleepover?" Remus burst in the door, finding it unlocked. He ran over and pulled Virgil off of Janus, getting a face full of feathers in the process.

"Oh just casual domestic abuse," Janus picked himself off the floor as Virgil struggled to get out of Remus' grasp.

"I'm going to make him pay, one way or another!" Virgil snarled.

"I don't know, Virgil, I think we can work this out," he blurted out.

Virgil stared at Remus dumbfounded, "you think what? Work this out? He's lied to you the whole time you've known him!"

"So did you," Remus looked down as if ashamed to say it out loud, "I thought you were stormcloud. I gushed about Virgil to you for hours and you never thought to tell me who you really were. I bet you even got content ideas from me and never had to credit them. So how is that different, if not worse, than Janus being scared of you doing exactly what you're doing right now?"

"You really think having an anonymous tumblr is worse than being manipulated for years? Is that what I'm hearing, Remus?"

"I think you're overreacting. I want to try and fix this relationship because we're soulmates and we should be able to make it work," Remus sighed, turning away from Virgil, "I'm not cutting anyone off."

"It's alright, Virgil. I forgive you. Let's figure this out together-"

"NO!" something snapped. Virgil squared up, facing the other two, "get out."

"Virgil," Janus took a step towards him.

"I said, Get Out."

"Oh, did you forget? The lease is in my name. I'm not leaving my fucking apartment. If you don't want to work with us then you can work on getting your own place to live," Janus’ look turned smug and cold as ice.

"Janus, don't kick him out," Remus looked as though he were about to spiral into a panic attack. If he'd just kept his mouth shut for once maybe-

"No, he's right. He holds shelter and food over my head to keep me in line so he can keep a secret fuck boy on the side and expects me to 'work it out' like I'm too scared to fend for myself. Fuck you," Virgil started to laugh with tears streaming down his cheeks. He turned and grabbed his backpack, walking to their room to grab as much of his stuff as he could. Remus followed him, holding Janus back from saying anything more.

"Virgil, please. I don't want to lose you," Remus pleaded softly.

"I thought you were pissed at me for being a liar on the internet," Virgil muttered.

"Maybe, but if I'm willing to forgive Janus don't you think I can forgive you too?" Remus held up his arm to block the door.

Virgil stopped with a heavy exhausted sigh, "I don't want your forgiveness. Remus, if you love me, let me go."

Virgil watched as a tear slipped down Remus' face and he lowered his arm. The rage that fueled him broke and he grabbed Remus in a hug. The other stiffened, uncertain, before relaxing and hugging Virgil back.

"I didn't want to leave you; I just can't stay with him," Virgil fought to keep his voice from trembling as much as his shoulders were shaking.

"I'll see if my landlord can add you on my lease… that way you don't have to leave?" Remus offered hopefully.

"That sounds like a thousand more nights spent screaming. Not a good idea," Virgil broke away from the hug, "thank you, Remus."

"You… you know how to find me if you need me," Remus laughed sullenly.

"Thanks. I'm sorry."

Remus only nodded as Virgil made for the front door.

"If you leave right now, you'll never see him again," Janus spoke from his place on the couch, wine glass in hand, and already half-empty in the short time Virgil spent packing.

"I know. Anything to keep me from fighting you, right? Just watch me find a way to be happy, asshole," Virgil spat before walking out without a second glance back. ---- "Virgil?"

"What?"

"I love you."

"No, you don't!" Virgil hissed, pushing himself away as hard as he could.

"Virgil, I know I'm not your soulmate but I am confident about my feelings for you," Logan looked confused and hurt but all Virgil could see was a cold, sly smile he'd tried so hard to forget. Reality started to blur and Virgil began to hyperventilate while the smirk leered closer, "Virgil, it's me, Logan. In for four."

Virgil focused on the calming voice and followed its instructions. After a few minutes, he could see Logan’s living room, feel the blanket tangled around their feet, the soft touch of his best friend pulling him back from the edge.

"Logan, I- I'm-"

"Don't apologize. There's nothing to apologize for," Logan held him close, resting his chin in Virgil’s hair, "you were clearly triggered. I did not mean to hurt you and your lashing out wasn't directed at me."

"But I know you aren't him, it's not fair for me to treat you that way," Virgil shuddered, pushing in to be as close to Logan as possible.

"Perhaps not, but I'm choosing to forgive it because I know this isn't easy for you," Logan smiled rubbing small circles on his back, "I will learn one thousand different ways to show you my appreciation and care if those three little words are ineffective and harmful to you."

"I don't deserve you," Virgil's voice was muffled as he buried his face in Logan’s chest to hide the tears threatening to spill over.

"No, you deserve so much more than I can give you, and you didn't deserve what happened in the past," Logan kissed the top of his head sweetly.

Virgil choked back a sob, "don't your soulmates hate me?"

Logan sighed, "no. They are happy together and I am happy for them. It has been a while since I've talked to either Patton or Roman, but I think they're okay with me finding you. Not every breakup is toxic, nor are all soulbonds romantic."

They stayed curled together like that on the couch for quite a while, the movie they'd been watching left forgotten on pause.

"Are you happy, Logan?" Virgil whispered, breaking the easy silence.

"With you, yes."

"Promise?"

"I promise I won't lie to you. I am happy with you, Stormcloud," Logan squeezed him tighter, trying to impart every ounce of his love with the application of force. He never wanted to be the one hurting Virgil, and if he ever met Janus or Remus, there was a baseball bat with their names on it in the corner.

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flowing with milk and honey

Mackenzie Hunt x Pregnant Jewish MC

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When they find out Kelila’s pregnant, things start to happen very quickly.

Razi fires her immediately. Like, as soon as the words “I’m pregnant,” are past her lips, Razi starts writing out the severance pay check. “You’re bringing a new life into the world,” he says when she protests. “You don’t need to be working somewhere with heavy plastic balls flying around.”

“No one in town is gonna hire a woman who’ll need maternity leave in less than a year,” Kelila points out.

“We both know Mac gets payed more than enough to provide for everything. You don’t need a job.”

Kelila raises an eyebrow. “And you trust JD to work here with just your supervision?”

Razi laughs. “Your wife would be more than happy to arrest them if they do anything stupid while you’re pregnant. Speaking of which, where is she?” He makes a show of looking around. “You’ve been glued to each other since the mating ritual. I thought she wouldn’t let you out of her sight once you finally got pregnant.”

Kelila blushes. The “finally” is almost certainly meant to tease. She’d been joking when she told Mackenzie it would only take nine months for a baby Hunt to be coming, but she wasn’t far off. They took a week-long honeymoon by the lake while Mothman worked furiously on renovations to the house, took another three weeks to settle in to the house and prepare for the complicated ritual, and performed the ritual on the next full moon. The wedding really had been a formality more than anything, and Kelila wanted nothing more than to build a family with the woman she’d pledged the rest of her life to, so they saw no reason to wait.

“She’s at work,” Kelila finally says. “She wants to take at least a month off when the baby comes so she’s trying to give Elmer a crash-course in handling her job. Besides,” she adds, “we have to come up with an explanation for how I’m pregnant and we can’t concentrate long enough to think about it when we’re around each other.”

JD, of course, chooses this moment to enter the conversation. “Damn, she put a baby in you already?” They lean against the bar next to her, their usual mischievous grin firmly in place. “I thought it wouldn’t take long, but you really didn’t waste any time, huh?”

Kelila doesn’t give them the satisfaction of getting flustered. “At least I’m getting sex on a regular basis. That’s more than I can say for you.”

“Low blow, wolfgirl.”

“I try my best.” Then, side eyeing Razi, she says, “So, I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning—“

“—when you come to turn in your uniform, yes.” Razi slides the severance pay check across the bar.

Kelila groans.

Annabelle screams. They have a weekly pack dinner at the house every Sunday, and she can smell it as soon as she and Damien walk through the door. She pounces, wrapping herself around Kelila as gently as she can, and starts sobbing congratulations into her neck.

Damien is a little more composed, but Kelila doesn’t need a pack bond to feel his excitement. She wishes he’d taken Mac up on her offer to bring him into the pack officially after that nasty business with the Beast, but she respects his decision, and she counts the days until he’s ready to bind himself to them.

Diego knows, of course. He’s a certified midwife and has already insisted he’ll take care of all Kelila’s medical needs pro-bono.

“We have the money to pay you, you know,” Mac reminds him over dinner when the topic comes up. Kelila knows she still feels indebted to him for the suit he got her for their wedding.

Diego, of course, won’t hear of it. “You’re pack, and Kelila is carrying my little niece or nephew, and I have money to spare. I’m not charging you.”

The rest of dinner devolves into increasingly token arguments from both Mac and Diego. Kelila sighs into her chicken and resigns herself to another nine months of it.

Amare and Randolph bring a bunch of Mac’s baby stuff to the house. It takes a couple of trips to and from the truck because as soon as Kelila tries to help the three Hunts stare at her so hard she takes psychic damage.

“A few months ago, you were making me do pull ups in the woods,” Kelila points out when Mac finally sits back down on the couch and slings an arm around her shoulder. Her fingers come up to play with Mac’s wedding band just to feel the rush of affection through their bond. “Now you won’t let me pick up a cardboard box.”

“Diego said no heavy lifting,” Mac says.

“Ten pounds isn’t heavy, babe.”

“Humor me, please. I don’t want you bending over too much.”

Kelila has about five different suggestive comebacks she would use if Amare and Randolph weren’t here, so she just sends a general feeling of amusement over the bond and delights in the way her wife flushes. Aloud, she says, “So am I not allowed to pick anything up for the next few months?”

Mac raises an eyebrow. “You’re welcome to try if you think anyone wouldn’t stop you.”

She thinks about their pack and groans. Mac’s right; they’ll stop her from doing anything they deem too dangerous. “I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”

Amare, lounging in an armchair Mothman insisted went perfectly with the couch, laughs. “We know, dear. Just let us spoil you a little.”

“Well, when you put it that way...” With a dramatic flair she’s gradually picked up from working with Razi and JD for so long, Kelila swings her legs up and drapes them over Mac’s lap. The laughter that fills the room just makes up for not being allowed to move boxes with stuff intended for the little life growing in her womb.

They agree not to tell Grace and Gwen until they’re in Havenfall next so they don’t risk Code Black finding out. Even with a trusted ally (read: the alpha’s sister-in-law) working there, neither Mac nor Kelila trust them enough to let them know about a possible werewolf baby.

By the time Grace and Gwen show back up, Kelila has the beginnings of a bump. It’s not noticeable unless she’s looking for it, but it’s definitely there. She and Mac have also settled on a story for the regular townsfolk; they’re doing IVF and one of Mac’s cousins volunteered to be the donor so the kids look like they’re biologically theirs. They’re not going around announcing the pregnancy to everyone, but people in a small town are nosy and it’s only a matter of time until they start noticing the weight gain and the hormones.

Grace has clearly just come from the bowling alley and she looks concerned. “Why weren’t you at work?” she asks in lieu of a greeting, not bothering to knock on the front door like she used to. Gwen, as always, is half a step behind her, her arms crossed. She looks like she’s trying not to care, but Kelila can see the worry bubbling underneath her cool façade. She has to blink back tears. Fuckin’ hormones...

“What did Razi tell you?” she asks them.

“Just that you were home,” Grace says. “But then we drove by the station and your truck was there so I knew Mac was at work. What’s going on?”

Kelila takes them into the living room because she knows they’ll want to sit down when they hear the news. As she left the kitchen, her hand wrapped around a can of pears. She’s been lucky as far as cravings go; Amare says she couldn’t get enough funnel cake when she went to the county fair pregnant with Mac.

Grace raises an eyebrow at the sight of the can. “I thought you didn’t like canned pears,” she says.

“Yeah, well.” Kelila shrugs. “The baby likes them.”

Grace nods like this is an acceptable answer, then freezes. Next to her, Gwen gains what is no doubt the start of a shit-eating grin. “The—the baby?”

Kelila rests a hand on her swollen belly. “I’m pretty sure I have the Psalms memorized at this point.”

Grace shrieks so loud Gwen winces, which is an accomplishment. She launches herself at Kelila and hugs her, but checks her strength at the last second so she doesn’t hurt her. “Holy shit, that’s great! How far along are you? You’re keeping kosher, right? No graveyards? Holy shit, I’m gonna be an aunt!”

Kelila doesn’t see Gwen move with her arms full of her sister, but she feels her hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t understand half of that, but congrats to you and the sheriff. You’ll be great parents.”

“Thanks, Gwen.” Kelila runs a hand through her sister’s hair. “I’m about three months in, keeping kosher, and staying far away from graveyards. Mac won’t even let me carry groceries into the house because they might be too heavy.”

“I knew I liked her,” Grace says, and Kelila laughs. Her ears prick at the sound of a car door shutting. Mac’s home for lunch. Grace is too distracted to notice and keeps on going. “Is Mac reading the Psalms with you in English, or did you teach her Hebrew?”

“What Psalms?” Mac asks, standing in the now-open doorway and looking upon her wife and sisters-in-law (yes, including Gwen, because she’s probably not going anywhere anytime soon) in confusion. “Babe, what’s going on?”

Sensing the beginnings of a marital spat, Gwen and Grace head to the motel they’re staying at for the night, so Kelila has to do all the talking herself.

Mac sits down on the couch next to her and puts a hand on her knee while she speaks. “Traditionally, the parents read certain Psalms more often during pregnancy. The father—which, of course, isn’t a thing for us, but would be you in this case—is supposed to read Psalm 20 every night before bed. If possible, there are some Psalms you should say while I’m in labor, too.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” Mac asks, and there’s a wave of sorrow over their bond so deep Kelila feels like sobbing. She didn’t realize Mac would be so hurt by this.

“It’s not your way, Mac. It’s mine and Grace’s. There are a lot of other traditions I’m not following either, because they’re a little inconvenient in a town like this. I can’t go to temple services every day, for example.” She puts a hand over Mac’s and squeezes it. “I’m fine reciting my Psalms by myself. I don’t want you to feel obligated to follow Jewish traditions because of me.”

Mac gives her a humorless laugh. “I feel like we’ve had this exact conversation about other topics before.”

“You’re right, of course. I’m just being dumb and hormonal.”

“You’re not dumb, you’re pregnant. You get to be irrational if you want to.” Mac leans over and presses a kiss to Kelila’s temple, and Kelila melts into her, becoming boneless so Mac can maneuver her onto her lap. “Will you teach the Psalms to me?”

“I don’t have an English copy of them. Our Torah is written entirely in Hebrew. But I could translate them this afternoon if you want me to.”

“Please,” says Mac. “Our baby is going to be Jewish, too, so I want to do this right.”

Kelila feels her eyes go hot and tries to blink back the tears. “I love you,” she says.

“I love you, too.”

Mac says there’s something weird about her scent, particularly around her stomach, so they go see Diego for an ultrasound. They haven’t gotten one yet because she and Mac are somewhat able to gauge the baby’s status by themselves, but Mac is concerned, so in they go. “It’s just a precaution,” Mac keeps saying. “The baby is fine, it’s just weird, this is just a precaution.” At this point Kelila thinks she’s trying to reassure herself rather than Kelila.

Diego must have cleared his afternoon because they’re the only ones in his office. “Did you two want to know the sex while you’re here?” he asks after Kelila has settled on the table and pulled her shirt up to expose her belly.

Kelila meets Mac’s eyes and nods. Mac says, “We have to come up with an English name and a Hebrew name anyway, so knowing that would help us narrow our options down.”

Emotion catches is Kelila’s throat at Mac mentioning their baby having a Hebrew name and sends a rush of affection over the bond. Diego feels the surplus through the larger pack bond and chuckles.

Mac holds her hand while Diego spreads the gel on her taught stomach and moves the wand. The gel is cold—probably even colder for her because of how hot she tends to run. Diego consults the screen the ultrasound is being lead to and freezes.

Immediately, Mac stiffens. “What is it, Diego?” she asks, her hand a bear trap around Kelila’s. “Is—the baby’s okay, right?”

Diego takes a moment to collect himself. The time stretches much longer than it probably is, but he does eventually say. “Your babies are perfectly healthy.” Mac sags against her, tension gone, and Kelila rejoices in the fact that her babies—

Wait.

“Babies?” Kelila asks, confused. Mac is too relieved to know nothing is wrong to really notice Diego’s word choice. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Diego says, “that you two are having a boy and two girls. Triplets.”

There’s a party, of course. Any good news in Havenfall is celebrated like it’s the end of the world.

Razi and JD close the bowling alley early so they can all gather there. Everyone but Kelila is drinking, which she finds a little rude. She’s the one carrying three babies, so she feels like she shouldn’t have to be the only sober one.

To Mac’s credit, she only has one beer near the beginning of the night and sticks to water for the rest of it. She hasn’t stopped touching Kelila since Diego told them they were having triplets, and even though JD absolutely rips them to shreds over it, Kelila relishes in the contact.

“You two really are something else,” Randolph says to them over the clamber of JD and Annabelle belting Mariah Carrey on the karaoke machine. “I’ve never heard of the ritual resulting in multiple births.”

Mac whines and buries her nose in Kelila’s neck to hide her blush. Kelila laughs and says, “Are you really that surprised? ‘Weird’ is basically the hallmark of this relationship.”

“That’s true!” Randolph laughs.

They’re barely through the front door when Mac sweeps Kelila up off the floor and into a deep kiss. “Need you,” she gasps into Kelila’s mouth. “Please, please—“

They shed their clothes and Kelila finds herself laid down on the couch with Mac kneeling between she spread legs. Her growing bump obscures a majority of Mac’s face, so Kelila reaches down to grasp at her hair. “Not that I’m complaining,” she says, “but what’s gotten into you?”

Mac whines. “We’re having triplets,” she says. “Three babies, all at once. You’re giving me three babies.”

Something clicks in Kelila’s head. “Wait, is this a turn on for you? Me having triplets?”

“You in general, but, yeah. Imagining you getting so big because of me, imagining three kids that look like us running around...” Her exhale is shaky and full of emotion against Kelila’s thigh.

Despite the pink dusting her cheeks, Kelila smirks. “You like me being full of your babies?” she teases, tugging on Mac’s hair until she groans. “Anyone supernatural that comes through town’s gonna know whose I am, because I smell like you all the time. Then they’ll see my belly and they’ll know you put those babies there, that I chose you, that I’m continuing your bloodline by mixing it with my own. Do you like that, alpha?”

Mac shudders. She nips at Kelila’s thigh and growls, “Mine.”

“Then take me, alpha.”

And Mac does just that.

“I’m gonna strap you to that chair if you don’t stop getting up.”

Kelila groans and struggles back into the armchair she’s been occupying on and off for the last half hour. She’s in her last month of pregnancy now and about the size of a small planet, and this is the last scheduled pack dinner before the triplets are slated to arrive. “I just wanna set the table,” she tells Mac, knowing her wife can sense her glower without having to see it.

Mac doesn’t bother turning away from the oven where their venison is roasting. “Annabelle can do that when she gets here. She’s coming by early anyway.”

“Or I could do it, since Annabelle is our guest and this is our house.”

“The plates are on the top shelves and I’m not letting you get on the counter to get them.”

“You could get them down for me and I can set the table.”

“That would just encourage you.”

“Babe, c’mon. Setting the table isn’t going to send me into labor.”

“I’d rather not take that risk.” Mac finally turns away from the stove and points at Kelila’s belly with her tongs. “Those three are staying right where they are until their due date. If they come any earlier I might have a heart attack.”

Kelila sighs but doesn’t argue further, because she knows exactly how stubborn Mac is. Instead, she stretches out her arms and makes grabby hands. “If I can’t come to you, you come to me. The babies want their mom to talk to them.”

Mac’s stern gaze softens and she sets the tongs down to obey her command. She shifts while she walks and presses her ear against Kelila’s belly to listen to them move. “You guys better not be giving your momma a hard time,” she says. “She’s doing a lot of work to make sure you’re ready to come meet us.”

“I don’t see how leaving a semi-permanent imprint of my butt in the cushion is hard work, but whatever you say.”

She sees Mac readying a retort when one of the babies—one of the two girls, Kelila is sure—kicks, and anything she was about to say melts away.

She’d heard stories about how women’s breasts grow to prepare for breastfeeding, but Kelila didn’t know how much it was going to hurt.

They’re heavy, now, way heavier than they used to be. Her breasts stopped growing in high school, settling on a perfectly respectable B cup, but now they’re at least Ds. She can feel the milk kind of slosh around inside when they move, which is often, now, because if she’s not going out she doesn’t put on a bra. They’re throwing off her balance, too; her body isn’t used to having a lot of weight on her front, and with the big boobs/big belly combo, she finds herself overcorrecting and bumping into things more often.

Mac, of course, has a minor aneurysm every time Kelila gets too close to falling over. She winds up guiding Kelila around a lot, with an arm around her shoulders or a hand on her back, exerting a gentle pressure to help her move. Kelila thinks she should be more annoyed at it than she is, but she’ll never complain about Mac touching her.

Diego says this is good, a sign that she’s producing enough milk to feed the babies. “You might even be able to exclusively breastfeed,” he says when he comes to the house for a check up. “Mackenzie, did your mom do that for you?”

Mac nods. “She says it’s better for potential wolves to be breastfed because of the whole pack mentality thing.”

“But she just had to feed you,” Kelila points out. “I’ll have three babies to feed.”

“You may want to consider supplementing with formula or pumping if that really concerns you, but I’ve known plenty of women who were able to breastfeed multiples without assistance.” Diego squeezes her shoulder. “Trust your body. It knows what it can and can’t do more than you realize.”

Kelila considers this, then says, “I’d like to try breastfeeding, but I think I’ll pump a little beforehand so I have some extra in case I can’t make enough, and I think we should have some formula on hand for if I can’t do it at all.”

Mac kisses her forehead. “That’s a great idea, babe. I’ll sent Annabelle out to get what you need.”

“Why Annabelle? We could just run out to the store—”

A familiar heat blazes through their bond and Mac gives her chest a pointed look, making Kelila flush. Diego chuckles and excuses himself, and Kelila finds herself lifted up in Mac’s arms and carried into their bedroom.

Kelila’s due date comes and goes without the triplets making an appearance. Diego says this is unusual for multiple births; they usually come early and small. On one hand, Kelila is relieved the triplets won’t be underweight, but she’s also dreading the act of birthing three consecutive full-term babies.

“They’re stubborn,” she tells Mac as they lounge in bed the day after her due date, “just like you.”

Mac raises an eyebrow. “Are you telling me that you’re not stubborn, Little Miss I’m-Not-A-Werewolf-But-I’m-Fighting-Them-Anyway?”

“I always had you for back-up though.”

“Yeah,” Mac says, “you did. And you always will.”

Kelila cranes her neck up for a kiss.

She’s almost finished with dinner preparations the next evening when labor actually starts.

It’s more uncomfortable than painful at first, but it catches the whole pack’s attention. Mac and Diego are on the move right away, their presences a little panicked, but everyone else stays where they are like she and Mac told them to. No one else can help with the delivery and that many frantic people in one place would only stress Kelila out more.

Everyone agreed a home birth would be better than going into Diego’s clinic. Kelila decided against circumcising the boy right away, preferring to let him make that decision for himself, and there’s a good possibility she or Mac will shift during labor, so they don’t want to risk exposing their secret to any townsfolk who might come in for some reason or another.

Kelila knows they made a good choice when Mac bursts into the kitchen already wolfed out. “You’re in labor!” she says, grabbing at Kelila’s arms. “Sit down!”

“My water hasn’t even broken yet, babe. I’m fine.” As if to contradict her, another contraction rolls over her body, making her wince. “They just feel like bad cramps right now, honest,” she insists when Mac looks like she’s having a conniption. “I’m almost done with this steak and I’m hungry. Please let me eat before this whole thing really starts. I’d hate to let the meat your dad slaughtered go to waste.”

She’d been more than a little touched when Randolph offered to learn how to slaughter their meat so it remained kosher. She’d been practically vegetarian since her grandmother died because she didn’t trust a lot of the meat to be prepared properly. But when they started talking about her taking the bite, she knew she’d need the calories, and Randolph really stepped up to the plate. Mac knows how to do it right, and so does Kelila now, but Randolph decided to stock them up with a bunch of it so they would t have to worry about it and three newborns at the same time.

Mac reluctantly lets her finish cooking and then insists on sitting in the living room so Kelila is more comfortable when labor starts in earnest. Diego arrives not long after, black medical bag in hand. “How far apart are your contractions?” he asks in lieu of a normal greeting.

“About twenty minutes, give or take. Mac’s just overreacting.”

Mac squawks in protest, but Diego nods. Looking at Mac, he says, “The babies aren’t coming any time in the next twelve to sixteen hours. What’s most important right now is for Kelila to relax, and she can’t do that if you’re panicking.”

“Thank you, Diego.” Kelila reaches for the remote. “Wanna see if that superhero show you like is on, Mac?”

The incredulous look Mac gives her startles a laugh out of her. “How are you so calm about this?”

“Freaking out won’t do me any good, will it? I’m sure I’ll get a little more frazzled when my water breaks, but until then, I want to finish my dinner, watch TV, and cuddle with my wife.”

And so Mac goes, sitting as close as she possibly can and throwing her nervous glances every so often. It’s not quite as relaxed as Kelila would have liked her to be, but it’s better than nothing.

Kelila gets about five hours of sleep before a contraction so painful it makes her sit up and scream rocks through her body.

Mac’s awake in an instant, shouting for Diego, and be materializes out of the shadows half a second later. “Mackenzie,” he says, voice low, “I’m going to need to touch Kelila. Can you control yourself?”

Through the haze of pain, Kelila sees Mac’s jaw clench. “Yes,” she says, though it comes out as more of a growl than a statement. Then, she adds, “You’re pack. That makes it easier.”

Diego nods and looks to Kelila. “This will still probably take a few hours. Are you ready for it?”

Kelila tries to smile, but she’s sure it’s a snarl instead. “I wanna meet my babies.”

“FUCK!”

Mac, next to her, whimpers at the combination of Kelila’s shout and her iron grip on her hand. The pressure and pain are immense now, and from the way Diego hasn’t moved from his position between her legs for the past few contractions, it’s almost time to push. “You’re doing so good, babe,” Mac says in her ear. She puts just enough alpha oomph in her voice to try to calm Kelila. “You’re so close. We’re about to meet our babies. Just a little longer.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Kelila snarls.

“Yes, I know, you’re wonderful and I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”

Diego says, “I need you to push on your next contraction. Can you do that for me?”

Kelila nods and, with the next wave of pain, starts to push.

“They’re perfect.”

Kelila doesn’t even look away from the two babies—the youngest two, a girl and the boy—lying against her bare chest. Mac is next to her in bed, cradling the oldest. Twyla, she reminds herself. Mac is holding Twyla, and I’m holding Issa and Wade.

Diego left the room once he was sure the babies were healthy to give her and Mac some alone time with their children and update the rest of the pack. Distantly, Kelila wonders how long they have until their friends are pounding on the door demanding to see their nieces and nephew.

She’s still breathing heavily, but she manages a smirk. “I won’t even tell the others you named Wade after a comic character.”

Mac whines, and Kelila reaches up to scratch at her wife’s head. Mac catches her hand and presses a kiss against her wrist. “Do you know what you want their Hebrew names to be?”

“Yeah. The girls, at least. Twyla will be Ziva and Issa will be Gili.”

“Why those names?”

“It’s a tradition to name babies after late relatives. Never live ones, though,” she clarifies. “That implies you wish the person you name them after was dead. Ziva was my grandmother, so Twyla gets the older name, and Issa gets Gili, my mother’s.”

“Do they have any meaning?”

“Ziva means ‘beauty’ and Gili means ‘joy.’”

Mac looks at their children with an unbearably tender smile on her face. “Those sound wonderful. And Wade?”

“I was tempted to name him Zeev. It means ‘wolf.’” Mac chuckles. “But I feel like naming him after a fictional character is enough, so I decided on Tamir. That one means ‘tall,’ and if he’s anything like you, he will be.”

“I wouldn’t mind if he were short, like you,” Mac says. “They already got my skin. I want them to look more like you than me.”

“Well, I want them to look like you.” Kelila cranes her neck up, and Mac leans down to give her a kiss. “They have my hair, and they’re going to be raised Jewish. They need some more of their mom in them.”

Mac looks ready to retort, but she’s cut off when she yawns instead. “We should probably get some sleep,” she says. “Who knows when we’ll get it next.”

“It’s worth it,” Kelila says.

“Yeah,” says Mac, gazing down at the three babies in their arms. “Yeah, it is.”

#havenfall is for lovers #havenfall mackenzie #hifl #mackenzie hunt #mackenzie hunt/mc #my writing #my post #mine

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Experiment 808 AU

Hey so I did actually have someone show some interest in this AU, but I’m awful at formatting so I'm just making a separate text post. Read about each character under the cut. A bit about the setting. It’s pretty distant future, this big lab in the middle of the city was commissioned to make a ton of super soldiers. Not knowing where to start they just... started kidnapping kids. Like from their cribs and everything. Not legal but they can like start from scratch there. By the time most of them are ten they’ve been tortured and beaten and do not want to be there. So they just escape. Because like what are they going to do to stop a bunch of kids with powers. They run free into the city. They stay hidden in bunkers and hideouts. They are all about 15~16 ish. I haven't decided whether or not Al is still a year younger or if they are twins so, for now, its up too you.

Anyway, enjoy these stupid teens.

Has gills on his neck and sides, and dragonfly wings.

the wings are red and while he can fly fast can’t fly for a very long time.

Instead of his traditional black tank top and coat, he wears one of those knit sleeveless turtleneck things with his red coat that ties around in the front.

Anyone with gills is bioluminescent underwater, he glows red in his face and all around his arms.

he wears a different outfit because it hides his wings and his gills.

still kind of a little shit.

knows all the other kids, is friends with most of them surprisingly.

lives with his brother, Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeyes, and Denny Brosh in an abandoned library on the west side of the city. Because they are the kids he trusts the most.

he would live with Ling, Lan Fan, and Winry. But Ling and Lan Fan don't really live anywhere and Winry travels between all the kid's hideouts making sure they didn't break anything.

Likes knives, like really really likes knives

has like twenty on him at all times.

he actually meets Ling by throwing a knife at him and getting really pissed that he missed.

Roy Mustang

Has a salamander tail, sometimes breaths a small bit of fire.

Doesn't really like people at all.

is four ten and has a lisp and you can pry this headcanon away from my cold dead hands.

frequent all-nighters, whether playing video games or trying to master fire breath.

Wears really baggy cargo pants, he likes the pockets.

has a haircut with two very long pieces of hair in the front and kinda shitty bangs.

he regrets this haircut.

he’s best friends with Riza and Ed because Riza and Ed are also wild kids who won't stop him from jumping off really high places or putting bugs in Al’s tea.

Likes lollypops, no one is sure why he just thinks they taste nice.

huge crush on Jean Havoc from the group uptown, The others make fun of him.

Riza Hawkeye

Has a cheetah tail and likes to R U N

She's a very fast girl, for a long time everyone thought that was one of the abilities given to her during her time in the lab.

it's not

she just likes to run.

despite being a wild teen is the second most sensible one in their group. Has had to drag Roy to bed, but almost everyone has had to do that once or twice.

cant cook for shit. like really. she hates cooking shes so bad at it.

everyone expects her to be the mom for some reason like they think she cooks and cleans.

shed rather die, Ed cooks, they take shifts cleaning.

loves long skirts and horror novels.

likes to think she can talk to ghosts or summon demons.

or maybe she can.

nobody really knows.

Talks to herself on occasion.

Has gills like his brother. Very small antlers as well.

glows blue underwater near his ears and around his legs. He and his brother have matching symbols on their backs.

wears a blue hoodie to cover the antlers.

The actual Mom Friend TM

Enjoys tea and not having to deal with his brother and CO’s bullshit.

for once would like to sleep in. just once.

Would be a wine mom but he is responsible and doesn't drink while underage, unlike almost all of his friends who really don't seem to give a shit.

Sassy, like, really sassy.

bad at hiding his emotions.

you will know when he thinks your being a dumbass.

*looks into the camera like he's on the office*

“Al me and the others are going to jump off the top of the building and see with we can stop ourselves.” “Good luck brother.”

Is friends with everyone and really he loves them all but goddamn.

One time Ed dated a real shit head and you don't want to know what happened after he dumped Ed. he isn't dead but he won't be walking anytime soon.

Denny Brosh

Has Squid tentacles under his arms and fins on his legs. He glows a bright yellow underwater.

Knits, like a lot. Every one of them has a homemade sweater from him. the others he lives with wear theirs all the time. Because they do gross things like care about one another in this household.

Is still really good friends with Maria Ross, he wishes they saw each other more.

can and will shock you with his tentacles, especially if you make jokes about them.

Meme dream team leader.

Al doesn't understand memes and Denny hurts every day because of this.

has a bright yellow sweater that he knitted himself and then had every single one of his friend sign.

Thinks Kain Furey is super cute. Roy thinks he's super gross because Furey is an innocent Denny!

wholesome meme some days sex jokes on others.

pretty much all the kids have pretty severe mental health issues, but Denny is one of the few who has tried to help his.

takes anxiety meds.

while he doesn't have any sibling this timeline he has his friends and honestly they are pretty close to siblings.

has called Ed big brother but like everyone has once or twice. Ed doesn't really give a shit and has accepted his fate as the oldest and apparently the most brother like.

Maria Ross

Lots a scales, like all over her body.

has wings but she isn't sure what animal they could be from.

they are big and scaley like her.

Lives with Olivier, Mei Chang, Sheska, and Winry Rockbell when she's around. They live in an old dinner on the east side of town.

Would date Sheska 100%.

Sorta has claws, doesn't matter she enjoys painting them.

Good friends with Olivier, actually best friends. This is a problem in some ways because Olivier and Denny don’t get along at all.

Has a gun, only used it once or twice to protect her friends.

she hopes she never has to use it again.

Sometimes wonders what her family would be like if she hadn't grown up in a lab. Wonders whether of not her family sold her or if she was stolen. She wonders for the other kids as well.

Breaths and cries ice.

prefers if her friends called her Ria

Olivier Armstrong

This bitch got bat wings

they are fucking huge.

she can’t really hide them so she only goes outside at night.

she has become a cryptid.

blurry shitty pictures of her crouching on buildings wings extended, her eyes glowing are all over forums.

Batgirl strikes again??

she thinks its super funny.

Doesn't really try to hide how she's feeling.

most of the time she’s Arragont or amused.

Anime character tch.

Her list of people she dislikes is bigger than the list of people she likes.

that's a lie she loves all her friend's

she’s just bad about showing it and claims to hate them.

everyone calls her Livi.

she hates it but nobody cares.

keeps her hair in a ponytail.

Mei Chang

has a cat tail, and night vision.

Please don't make any jokes.

she doesn't want this.

People sometimes pull her tail. they only pull it once though. People learn from their mistakes.

wears a big pink coat with lots of pockets. she keeps both dead mice and her kunai in the pockets.

Is Winrys assistant when she's around.

loves to help. is crushing on Al from the west side library. Everyone knows but Al. Ed and Ling think that is hilarious. Like it didn't take them months to get over themselves.

Ling is her half-brother. She isn't sure how trustworthy the info is because it’s something she heard from lab technicians.

Wants to learn to fight better but nobody wants to spar with her.

Sit’s up at night and stares at her coffee.

it’s cold now but she can’t get to sleep.

Winry Rockbell

Has butterfly wings, emperor butterfly wings. They don't make her as fast as Ed but it is faster to fly than to walk and she can fly for pretty long periods of time.

automail isn't really a thing. So Winry does general doctor stuff.

she goes between bases and makes sure that everybody is healthy.

most of the time that isn't the case so shes pretty much always working.

Thinks Mei is a wonderful helper.

Wears her signature tube top. doesn't travel through populated areas and definitely doesn't by day.

Butterflygirl isn't as cool as a cryptid as Batgirl so she doesn't get much coverage.

Will still hit you with a wrench don't test her.

She carries it and her entire toolbox because she’ll be damned if she loses time for her machines while helping out these idiots.

Dating Mothman.

Mothman is actually Lan Fan. this joke doesn't make a lot of sense to her because Lan Fan doesn't have moth wings. Ling and Ed tell her to shut up and go with it. She rolls her eyes fondly.

Kain Fuery

Has ant antenna. he can send messages across radio waves because of this. makes it easy to keep up with his friends.

Lives with Jean and Rebbeca in what they think was once a club. It's unused now but it does have an underground bunker for some reason.

He is an innocent

(He isn't)

keeps a picture of some dog in his pocket.

he needs it to keep up morale.

yes, it is just a stock photo of a dog that he stole out a picture frame at wallmart a couple years ago.

He really likes animals. Ed and Roy hate going out with both him and Al in a pair because both of them insist on stopping to pet every dog and cat or whatever animal.

Functional Bi

Jean Havoc

Has fins he thinks. they are like spiky and help him swim better. they are all over his back and wrap around his arms. Has gills, and he tends to glow a bluish purple.

he lives in the club but prefers to be near the docks.

Loves to swim

Just call him Jean

Please god just call him Jean.

Olivier and Maria butchered his last name so bad when he first meet him that he is permanently traumatized.

he’s being dramatic but like, that's who he is??

Disaster Bi

Pinning? His constant mood?

Ling Yao

Red panda tail and claws.

Loves sweet things, like so much.

Can see in the dark, loves his night vision

Thinks Ed throwing knives at him is super hot

Ed is Concerned TM

Doesn't really live anywhere.

bounces around the bases with Lan Fan.

Lan Fan is actually his twin sister but they haven't told Mei that yet.

he doesn't know why people don't just know.

Climbs in Ed’s window in the middle of the night.

freaked Ed out the first time it happened but he got used to it.

spars on rooftops in the middle of the day.

For some reason, nobody seems to freak out.

Kink is love and appreciation

doesn't actually know most of the other kids. Sometimes there will just be a different kid at the base and He’ll be like cool.

Everone knows about Ling though.

Lan Fan

She has lunar moth wings. Although Winry seems to think they are from some type of butterfly like her. Ed and Ling know the truth and call her moth man.

She flicks their faces for it.

loves food. thinks it must be because lunar moths cant eat, that side of her wants to eat E V E R Y T H I N G.

Or maybe she just has a huge appetite because Ling eats a ton as well.

has night vision as well.

Is her last name Fan? Not even she knows.

Everyone calls her Lan Fan though.

Spars with Ling but prefers fighting with Ed because Ling holds back. Ed doesn't.

tries so hard not to scream at her friends.

god, she tries so hard.

This took so long. If you want to hear about specific characters request it and I’ll make another one of these. If anyone wants to write a fanfic send it to me, I’ll be the first one to kudos that ish.

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