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When Jon had first met Gendry he had taken an instant liking to him. Maybe it was because Starks and Baratheons were always meant to be friends. Or maybe it was because there was something about being two bastards thrust into roles they never thought they’d have to worry about that brought them close. All Jon knew though was that he wanted Gendry by his side. He trusted him as much as Davos and that meant a great deal.

Still it was hard to remember all of that when you catch the man you’ve been calling a friend sneaking out of your younger sister’s bedroom early in the morning. Jon could only watch on in complete silence As Arya his sweet wild young sister pulled Gendry back into the doors threshold long enough to place a kiss on his lips quickly before shutting the door on Gendry’s stupid face. Jon moved out of the way not wanting to be seen, as he had to control his conflicted emotions. On one hand Jon wanted to use longclaw right then and there to run through Gendry. On the other hand Jon knew he was being a hypocrite. Hadn’t he done the same with Ygritte? With Danny? The threat of the white walkers loomed over them and no one could say confidently how long they had for this world so who was he to stop his beloved sister from any happiness she could receive?

Besides he knew Gendry’s worth. He was a good man, a good friend. And he had known of Gendry’s and Aryas’ history. well only a little bit. Neither mentioned much of their time together, only that they wouldn’t have been alive if it wasn’t for the other. But obviously there was more to it than that.

So Jon began watching them. Watched when Arya, who was so different from the little girl he’d left behind. Who seemed to carry all the darkness and secrets of the world on her shoulders, would smile and joke easily when Gendry was around. Jon was glad to see that, that easy happy nature was still in her. He watched how the sullen look that seemed permanently etched on Gendry’s dirty face would instantly melt away as Arya drew close. The looks of adoration and protectiveness he sent her way told Jon all he needed to know. However that didn’t stop him from needing to hear it for himself.

“You, I need to talk to you.” Gendry stiffened for only a minute as he felt the weight of Jon’s hand on his shoulder. Looking around to see the concern etched on his king's face Gendry could only nod in agreement. Instructing the men working tirelessly in the forge to continue on with making the dragon glass weapons, he followed Jon out into the biting cold.

Jon was silent for a while instead of speaking out right he opted to walk with Gendry inspecting the on goings of the castle as he did. Pausing now that they were alone overlooking their surroundings at a gate post Jon caught Gendry smiling to himself.

“What’s got you laughing?”

“Just how similar you and your sister are.” Gendry watched as Jon’s eyes softened, at the comparison of his beloved sister. However Jon held back his smile as he forced his famous scowl and eyed his friend warily

“I hope not too similar, after all as much as I like you Gendry I don’t want you in my bed.” At Gendry's sputtering and choking Jon had to turn away to keep from chuckling.

“I- Your grace it’s not. I mean” Gendry was panic stricken looking around wildly whether for a trap, or even a possible escape route Jon didn’t know but he held back his smile for a few more moments enjoying his friends' panic. However when it looked like Gendry was contemplating jumping over the wall to get away from him Jon finally gave him mercy.

“It’s fine Gendry. Am I happy it happened like this? No. but I won’t try to stop you two. Besides it’s clear to me how close you two are. You said that Arya and I are similar, correct?” at Gendry’s nod Jon continued.

“Yes we are similar, but it’s always been more than that. Arya’s been the one person that I could always count on, the only one I’ve ever been able to be completely honest with and up until now I thought it was the same for her.”

“I-” Gendry was struggling to come up with words however Jon continued on knowing he had to get this off his chest.

“But I know now that it’s not. I can’t begin to imagine what the both of you went through together. Nor what Arya dealt with while she was in Braavos. I know my sister well enough to know that those are things she will keep from Sansa and myself, and won’t dare speak with Bran about. But She trusts these secrets to you Gendry. So I will trust you with her.”

“I promise I have no intention to ever leave her or hurt her again my king.”

“I believe you Gendry and I am happy that it’s you she’s chosen. But be warned if we all survive this, you two will have to tell Sansa about what you two have been doing and I suspect she will be less accepting than I am. At the very least a wedding will be demanded.”

“Oh she knows already.” Gendry spoke with such casualty, Jon wondered if he had misheard him.

“She knows?”

“Yes, she uh- she caught us a few weeks ago.”

“Weeks ago?” Jon wondered just how long he had missed the signs, He tried to ignore the annoying thought that came to him suddenly along with the memory of Ygritte’s laugh, yes it felt like she was laughing at him even now.

“Yes, she actually handled it even better than you, I think the only thing she was truly upset about was the fact that she caught us in the grain room. Complained about contaminating the food preserves.” Gendry laughed as he patted Jon on the back walking away from the stunned man. Not realizing his revelation left Jon mortifyingly paralyzed. It wasn’t until breakfast the next day when Danny questioned why he hadn’t touched his meal, on top of her overall concerns over his general tiredness that Jon could come out of his stupor. Though only because he could hear the low chuckle of Sansa sitting across from him.

He blinked blearily at his half sister, trying to ignore the mounting headache he was becoming oh so familiar with when dealing with Sansa. Who for her own part smiled deviously at him as she passed half of her food over to him.

“Yes Jon eat up, we can't have you losing your strength. Right Arya? It would be horrible for Jon to train today on an empty stomach, yes?”

Arya, who up until that moment was not so secretly flirting with Gendry from across the hall, turned to look at the two of them studying Sansa’s mischief and Jon’s discomfort before grinning wolfishly herself.

“Of course, only some one stupid would train on an empty stomach. Also Jon I know for a fact that this meal was made with a little extra love, so you should really try and finish it.” Jon, who had taken a sip of ale in a feeble attempt to deflect began to suddenly choke, gasping for breath as Arya ignored him and continued. “ Wouldn’t want to hurt the cook’s feelings.”

“They’re right Jon.” Danny addressed giving him a stern once over, “You shouldn’t waste this food. Especially with how little everyone has.” Jon exasperatedly looked around the room. Bran was sitting at the opposite end of the table being of absolutely no help yet looked suspiciously as though he too was in on it and enjoying the show. Looking out into the hall he spotted Gendry, who had clearly been trying to listen in and at least had the decency to blush before shrugging his shoulders as if to say “Eh what can you do?”

Jon feeling like a petulant child brought the gruel closer towards him as he pushed the food around with his spoon waiting for a chance to toss it to Ghost. As he waited he thought that maybe going up against the Night King wouldn’t be so bad, he’d have to be more merciful than this lot.

Arya having had her fun and seeing that Jon was at his limit rose asking Sansa and Danny to join her. Claiming she wanted to train with them for a bit. Both women readily agreed, all thoughts of food wasting forgotten. Relief and gratitude flowed through Jon. This was why Arya would always be his favorite. He silently nodded his head in thanks to her. She winked at him before turning away, as they stood to leave Sansa turned to Jon once more.

“If you must know, I had the bags they were rolling around on removed.” Jon looked skeptically at the bowl before him before turning to eye Sansa. Jon eyed her searching for deception when he felt secure enough that her words were the truth he took a giant spoonful, then another. It wasn’t good at all but food was food. Sansa, satisfied to see her brother eating, began to leave wanting to catch up with Arya and Danny. Only pausing long enough to say one final thing. Mirth glinting in her tully eyes.

“Honestly, Jon it’s not that big of a deal, at least you aren’t Bran, imagine he has to tune them out all the time. Why just the other day he caught them in your room.”

“Excuse me?!” Jon spat out gruel flying across the table as he looked accusingly towards Gendry who had suspiciously disappeared right after Arya. Looking towards Bran only to have his brother stare back blankly at him, giving nothing away. Jon cursed, pushing himself out from the table and away from the hall looking for longclaw. Forget what he had said last night. He was going to kill both Gendry and Arya, favorite sister be damned.

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I did it! didn’t think I’d get it done to be honest.I won’t lie I’m very happy with the way it turned out. just wanted something light and fun to get me back in the mood again! Hope y’all enjoyed it as well!

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nightmare-circus · 4 years

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Serica | Reaction 4/4 | Ode to…

When: Second motive, when their surroundings were not these ephemeral islands but a quiet village. In the midst of suffocating fear, after she had committed to holing up in her room, before he had come to stay with her.

Where: On their mirrors. Due to aforementioned self-isolation.

Who: One conspiracy theorist, one nurse. Just friends, for now.

What:

( > seriously though i dont want to find you dead )

> then don’t go looking

( > how could i not? )

Why:

IX. Yamamoto, Deacon

Was it her fault, for trying to make concrete plans for the future?

( “Deacon Yamamoto, I will do everything in my power to make sure you and I can leave here, that I will find you and bring you home and we’ll spend days just sitting on the couch watching terrible sitcoms, riding on the subway gossiping about tourists, walking through the park hand in hand…“ )

No, that was stupid.

Serica may have been a woman who believed in more than the average person, trusted in platitudes and jinxes where others would scoff, but even in the midst of the unthinkable she was dimly aware this wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t his fault. It was…. someone else. Someone else’s fault.

A someone else who she needed to find. But, she found herself once again incapable of meaningfully investigating. Not this time for exaggerated pain and weakness, but of a pure inability to move forward both physically and psychologically.

She’s done this before. She had just forced herself to shallowly rationalize and pack away the deaths of Miles, Juniper, Tatsuya, Elise. One more couldn’t be bad. She was great at compartmentalization wasn’t she? She was able to laugh and have drinks hours after poisoning a man, she was able to pretend to be a victim when only half an hour before she had killed one Danny Ostergard with her two hands. If she approached this from a distance, with the veneer of a woman who had nothing to do with the dead man before her, with the objectivity of a woman who simply was trying to figure out what was going on… she could do this, right?

Let’s begin.

How does she even begin to explain Deacon Yamamoto?

(Ah… he’d probably like that reference, wouldn’t he?)

u/BoysBBUGS || u/aviary23

Head mod of Fanatical Ravings of the Disappeared, he(?) had a lot of theories that she didn’t necessarily subscribe to, but saw his contributions interesting to pick at. Ships passing through the night on the world wide web ocean.

IX. The Hermit || XI. Justice

A neighbor of a neighbor, though she hadn’t seen him around much. Does he keep to himself? Why the mask?

Cockroach & Serica

A riot of a man, able to make her laugh to hysterics at their first meeting. Supposedly 32 years old, supposedly unable to bath for fear of chemicals, supposedly with child with a man he had just met. Willing to have himself come off as incredibly unreasonable in public. Despite all this, clearly intelligent, clearly possessed a mind that had a voracious appetite for information and was wonderful to bounce theories on. An asset, despite it all.

( “I’m Serica by the way!” )

[…]

“They gave me the name Cockroach. Fucking COCKROACH Ser. What kinda joke is this shit?”

“I have a dumb fucking gift and Cockroach might as well be my real name since I doubt I’ll ever hear my original one ever again.”

Roach & Riccy

Slippery in every way, but not so unreasonable as he seemed. Logic was a great way to combat him, and any answer often had to be weaseled with either heavy theorizing (her specialty) or with a tango with some off the cuff roleplaying (decidedly not her specialty). She wouldn’t be so cocky to say that he changed his habits for her but… she thinks she had a hand in convincing him. He really wasn’t so bad, if you gave him a chance, and he’d surprised her more than once with acts of care and thoughtfulness.

Dee & ██

A friend for sure, and one who seemed to have a genuine loyalty. No qualms at seeing her drop a stun gun in front of him, no reservations when she admitted tentatively that she slept with a knife, no judgements when she casually brought up murder once more. Morals in the traditional sense didn’t seem to shackle him, which was very convenient to incorporating him into her tentative plans. 26, not 32. A New Yorker, as well though rather than any borough, his car was his home. Given his life he had become a stranger to hugs, to positive affection, but once he had a taste he was hungry for more. For all his mock lovers and public swooning, he was dense to actual subtle flirting.

( “My middle name. Aka, no risk of harming me if a faelien hears it. ██.” )

“I don’t have a middle name. I’d tell you if I did, swear. You can call me Dee though. It’s a part of my first name and you already know the first letter of it when I fucked up that one time. So Dee is a pretty good substitute then, yeah?”

Deacon & ███

Incredibly cute. A true newcomer to being hit on, to being told he’s handsome, to being kissed, to being in a relationship. A strong backbone even as she herself wavered in the days leading up to the decisive moment. Determined, stating possibilities as if they were facts and refusing to acknowledge her agonizing over the worst case scenario. Through everything, an unwavering support, a hand on her back, a shoulder to lean on. A good singer of lullabies, in her opinion.

( “███. My name is ███.” )

“Deacon.”

Deacon Yamamoto & ███ ██ █

Did not hold himself in the same concern he showed her. Makes a fuss in the public chat about the wrongs done to him but brushes off the severity when questioned by his own girlfriend. Still a liar, still a master of faking a smile.

( “I won’t remember much but i’ll know your name, your, that you helped me so much in escaping that, that you mean the World to me–” she’s just babbling “I probably will believe myself if, if I actually try to find your information or maybe your drivers license– maybe if I put you in as a missing person or– But oh no will you believe me? What if I just show up at your car and you just think I’m a scam artist or–” )

“My license plate is HGO789. Deacon Yamamoto. I’ll believe you. I’ll always believe you.”

( “…█. My last name is… █.” )

███ ██ █

There once was a man upon whom was foisted a change. Upon his rise to a breathing dream, he was stripped of his taste and stripped of subsequent limits. Immune not only to the aches of poison but the salve of saccharin, the burn of capsaicin. To match with his steel stomach was his mercurial tongue, not gifted but cultivated carefully. Silvery and poisonous with every other word, it was at the command of a mind that paralleled in fluidity. It was as if he was a maestro, and his instrument of choice was a dictionary, phrases and scenarios slung with such rapidity that all who listened were on guard for constant whiplash.

So, it meant something when words became actions.

Anyone can say anything. He especially was able to say anything, a master class perjurer of the highest degree. The sun was about to peek through the sky at any moment, he was a Staten Island woman in an unhappy marriage trying to hook up her hair dresser with her son, he was fine, he was going to be okay, he was going to get out of here–

…

There is a difference, between telling someone that you will take consideration for the situation, and spending precious currency to fit yourself with a weapon.

There is a difference, between telling someone that you will help them, protect them, and taking the extra mile to pull down the mattress of a woman who’s waking hell of a gift would not let her climb up the steps otherwise.

There is a difference, between telling someone that you want them to live and helping them plan and execute the death of another person.

There is a difference, between telling someone that you want to live and…

…

(She was failing miserably in this task).

…

No one who looked at his body, at the stagnant ichor dripping out of his head, could understand the potential for warmth like she would. His fingers combing through her hair, pulling out loose tangles and tucking locks behind her ear so she could look at him unfettered. A grin, not sharp and pulled taught, but gently reassuring, murmuring soothing phrases to ease her anxious hands. Irises, bright not with the promise of information to unravel but with unbridled emotion that made his eyes crinkle, a devoted gaze meant for one.

One person, who stood here alone.

“And it’s not like I need it, yanno? I kinda wasted my life away before all of this. Not sure if I want it back.”

"I won’t die. Not yet at least. I have some things that need getting done."

“I mean I’m not gonna let myself die after I break a leg like some racehorse. I wanna be useful, not a damn trigger happy martyr. ” He had snorted. “I’ll still make a valiant effort to get out of here Rics. But if it comes down to me and you? Well.” He had shrugged. “As a consolation prize I will say, you do make me wanna become someone worth living again.”

"I was impliiiied my dear, of course I’m making it out of here with you. What would the point be otherwise. I was trying to make it seem all badass and broody, adding a technicality to it all would’ve been underwhelming.”

“You’re going to be stuck with me until the end of times.”

“You’re getting out of- we’re getting out of here. You were wonderful.”

“Yes I know. I will. I’m going to get out. With you.”

“Of course, █. We can live a life worth living together out there.”

“It’s going to be alright █.”

“I love you █, please. Trust me, things are gonna be fine.”

“One day at a time.”

One day at a time, she had repeated.

One day at a time, she repeats, staring at his face, flesh frozen in the way that only a cadaver could. She’d never forget the first time she had touched a dead body, and was forced to confront the jarring dissonance, the coldness, the stiffness, the pallor of the skin that had been warm, soft, pliable, just hours before. Only a child, forced to confront the concept of lives ending for the first time. Since then she had seen more than her fair share, from work, from this place, before her very eyes.

Joints creak and echo through her body as she moves, finally. To fold her knees under herself, sit at his side, hand hovering indefinitely, torn between not having to face that final moment of confirmation and wanting to just hold him once more. Before she would have to be torn from him for hours, before they returned from a useless trial and his body would be gone, before she’d have to trudge to their caravan, who’s emptiness would threaten to collapse on her.

“There is nothing worse than not knowing.”

( “No, there’s nothing worse than not living.” )

#ch4 #serica #submission

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khymer-vulture · 7 years

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Hunter’s Moon Headcanons

I’m still kinda hesitant to post em, but screw it, I’mma gonna do it.

There’s still more to eventually list, I’m still kinda brainstorming. Also a shoutout to @linkedsoulwrites for some headcanons and tons of encouragement ;w;

Click the Keep reading button to check em out. (It all takes place after the story, so spoilers if you haven’t finished).

During their travel

They often stay at inns or any type of place that offers a room.

In the era they live in, the keepers do not hesitate to give them separate rooms. An unmarried couple in the same room together is kinda frowned upon.

Zack HATES it a lot, and HATES being lectured about it more.

Either Zack or Ray will sneak into each other’s room anyway. Damn the consequences!

Zack is aware he has bounty hunters after him, but doesn’t hesitate to take them all out. None of them can last very long against him and Ray.

To make ends meet, the two either loot what the bounty hunters have, they sell it off or they themselves take up odd jobs or even bounties while staying in a town.

Zack eventually figures out a way to get the bounty hunters off his back, and gives one of them his old false leg as “proof” for them to claim the money. Zack and Rachel live their life with no problems, everyone wins.

Zack normally gets Ray to read things for him, he only knows very little when it comes to reading.

There are days where they’re perfectly fine on funds and Zack lets Rachel explore to her heart’s content.

Zack secretly likes that glimmer in Ray’s eyes when she learns new things about each place they go to.

They don’t like to go into cities very much, aside from it being so crowded, they both feel wary since they grew up in shady cities themselves.

Rachel loves to learn about other cultures, ranging from how the people live to their religions.

Zack learns a little something too, but mostly shrugs it off.

He likes to poke fun about it too, her reactions are so amusing to him.

They both enjoy that sense of freedom from the places they once lived in. They are free to do what they want and go where they want to go.

There are rare nights of Ray having nightmares, it’s worse when she’s in a different room than Zack. She’ll either crawl into his room or he’ll rush to her aid. Fuck getting an earful from anyone else.

Zack sometimes gets nightmares as well, but mostly of the battle he had with Danny. Something about it left a nasty impact on him. Ray’s there to help remind him that Danny’s gone and never coming back to antagonize the both of them.

Zack’s Nightmare mostly consists of twisted forms of either Catherine and Danny, and even confronting the beast within himself.

When they don’t find a town to sleep in, Zack offers himself for Ray to sleep on. He’ll keep her warm while he keeps watch during the night.

The night after and they do find a town, Ray lets Zack sleep the hours he missed.

Zack will spend time with her and wander around town to make up for it.

When taking a job

Jobs can vary between simple labor to a dangerous bounty hunt.

Zack tries to take on the more dangerous jobs himself, but Ray won’t let him (especially since he has physical limits now).

They both have to remind each other to not take a job without being prepared first, either tends to forget...mostly Zack.

Ray is much more cautious during the more dangerous jobs, but notices the people there don’t fight with as much ferocity like Danny did. She refuses to lower her guard though.

Dangerous jobs are what keeps Zack’s bloodthirsty nature in check, it lets him kill people legally…and he’s totally okay with that.

Zack gets furious when Ray does get hurt, and also the other way around.

The more dangerous jobs mean bigger rewards so they can travel longer, even though Zack is reluctant to Ray tag along with them. Then again, he did teach her how to fight…and is pretty damn proud of it.

Though Ray is a very capable fighter, she still prefers to use a pistol. She becomes sharper each time she uses it.

There are rare moments where Zack could just knock a guy out and the job is done.

Some casual work Zack doesn’t mind too much, easy money.

They still have this dread of running into beasts again, or worse.

Around other people

They’re not new to receiving strange looks, because of the clothes they wear to the weapons they openly carry.

People think of them as quite the odd couple, Zack is a blunt man of little words to the people while Ray’s demeanor is kinder.

Of course, people tend to gossip when they see an unmarried couple together. It makes Zack pretty pissed, but Ray’s there to calm him down. He’ll even flaunt his affection for Ray to spite the gabbers.

Ray does most of the talking for the two, since Zack will either say very little, swear with every sentence, or plain argue.

Smiling people used to piss Zack off, but he has Ray, so fuck it.

Zack always keeps his face covered, be it with a face-mask to even wrappings.

Zack doesn’t care if people look at him strange, but won’t hesitate in giving others the death stare if they look at Ray the wrong way.

When they finally have a home

Zack and Ray are both glad they both have a place to call their own.

Plus, no worries about having to go into separate rooms, they can sleep in the same room to their heart’s content.

They do have neighbors, but their homes aren’t very close by…which is good for Zack…for…reasons.

They live in a small town, there is a city only a carriage ride away, so it is well stocked in trade.

Ray is quick in adjusting to the new life, though it took Zack a little longer.

With his bounty gone, no one knows of Zack’s past crimes, which is hard for him to get used to…but he can’t really complain…probably.

Zack does the heavy work, Ray helps cook and clean, though she does try to teach Zack, but he refuses to go anywhere near fire, even if it’s small.

Zack feels weird dressing in regular civilian clothing when outings with Ray ask for it.

Likes when Ray does it though.

Zack worries about people finding out about this other side of him, or even of Ray’s former life.

Rachel does help quell his uncertainties. She’s here to make sure his inner instincts don’t get the better of him, and reminds him that they both swore to keep their secret forever.

The town does hold their own festivals, Ray is always excited to go, Zack is pretty meh about it because that means being around large crowds of people. He relents anyway, they do have some pretty damn good food.

There have been moments people asked for Zack’s “help” since he’s crazy strong. He does hate being told what to do, but if the job involves smashing things, then sign him the fuck up. Sometimes watching the people’s stunned reactions is entertaining to him.

·After a busy day, the two enjoy relaxing in their home together, be it on a couch or a bed.

Zack’s Bestial Side

Zack has a very hard time controlling it, Ray is around to help his human side keep it in check.

It emerges most commonly when he either picks up the scent of blood, or when his most primal instincts are most active, such as rage, hunger, or even lust.

He really hates when it shows and does his absolute damndest to ignore it. It doesn’t feel right to him.

It causes him great pain when it does show, the body isn’t meant to change into something else so quickly.

He has nearly gone full beast once, and only once. His physical body completely changed, but his mind was still there. Zack worries the next time, he won’t come back.

Zack can barely make a sentence when he’s mostly beast. It’s a body he’s not adapted to and can’t understand it.

His body wants to act mostly on instinct, so it’s hard for him to act using sense of self.

Signs of his bestial side showing is most commonly a glow in his gold eye, claws, and sharp teeth…sometimes growling.

He has increased strength and speed as well, it did show once during a bounty hunt, poor guy immediately surrendered – taking him in alive increased the reward…so…yay?

There is a time his beast side craves blood, and he winds up biting himself out of frustration.

Zack reluctantly asked for Ray to put him down if he does lose his sense of self, because he won’t be able to live with himself if he harms or kills her.

There are some humorous moments, he does tend to act a bit doggish, like chewing whatever he got his hands on when he’s bored.

Ray does notice this and teases him a little, sometimes calling him a puppy.

He does not like that, and doesn’t know why he lets her get away with it.

Parts of Zack’s past (will work on Ray’s later)

Zack did have people he made a sort of silent truce with. A band of gypsies nursed him back to health when he was knocking on death’s door in his teen years. It was a short period of time where he and them did good turns for one another.

Zack killed or knocked out anyone who gave the gypsies a hard time, and they gave him cover to hide from authorities, and sometimes their share of food.

Eventually the city rounded them up for false crimes and wasted no time in execution.

That’s when Zack escalated his killings.

Zack has had sex before, but HATED IT (mostly himself). He did it as a desperate survival necessity. He never did it again, until he met Ray, and for all the right reasons.

There are times where his human side did kick in and would give up his steal of food to a kid starving on the street. A semi-hopeful attempt to keep them from becoming like him.

Even he had dreams of escaping the hellhole he lived in, but they are just dreams.

Zack learns about places to avoid, the ones with the foulest stench meant it was riddled with disease, and he stays the fuck away.

Those with red lamps are where the lowest of the low go, he can pick off city victims easily there…but the residents creep him the hell out.

Sometimes he’d sneak into the main city, besides for looking for victims, but also better scores of shit to steal for his next meal.

He learns that his victims give him a better reaction when he wants to give chase.

Zack is used to living in poor conditions, rotting in jail was nothing to him, hence why the court of judges pushed for execution (or tried, mwahaha).

Love Life (NSFW)

They are not secretive about being a couple.

If Zack wants to kiss her, then he god damn will. So will Ray.

Zack will fight until the ends of the Earth when it comes to having a single room. He only stops when Ray doesn’t want too much trouble.

Zack is pretty damn affectionate towards Ray, when he tries to say it, he feels like his tongue is in knots. Actions are easier to convey. Ray learns to read his body language rather quickly.

Ray eventually made the first move of becoming intimate. (NSFW starts here)

Zack was unsure at first, he did want her, and was surprised with how bold she was. He did not hesitate to take the hint.

Zack does like to get Rachel riled up, it makes her desire him more.

Rachel learns to do the same, and she can see it in his eyes. (His gold eye glows much brighter)

Zack has a damn hard time controlling himself though, there are times he’d bite or lightly claw her, and he’d quickly apologize after.

Sometimes his moans are replaced with growls.

They both prefer a position where they can see each other, their love and lust filled expressions are one of many turn ons for one another.

Zack does cave into his instincts a lot when he’s intimate, almost like a hungry wolf. He gets very explorative with his mouth.

When Ray does the same, she finds out he’s a lot more sensitive than she thought, Zack almost tore the mattress to shreds while preventing himself from pouncing on her.

They both know people will talk, but screw them…they love each other. They’ll officially tie the knot sooner or later. They’re spiritually married.

Ever since becoming intimate with Ray, another instinct woke up inside of Zack. It shows itself maybe once or twice a year, but he does go into a sort of heat for a few days.

Zack was so confused and internally embarrassed. Complained a lot about the house being too hot, which left Ray puzzled (it wasn’t hot at all).

As soon as he so much glanced at Ray, his head filled with tooooonnsss of thoughts and urges. Fuck, it almost left him drooling.

He locked himself in their room, thinking he might hurt her if he lost control of himself.

Ray got worried and figured out how to pick the lock (or Zack did a shit job at locking it)

Zack tried to get away or hide, it only made her more concerned.

Poor Ray got herself into a pretty big predicament as soon as she laid a hand on Zack.

She did get the idea that he wanted to make love, but damn, she didn’t expect HOW BADLY, Zack literally ripped his own clothes off with ease. (She had to buy new ones)

Ray couldn’t even think straight when the deed was being done, he touched every inch of her body. He did bite an absolute lot. The mattress and wooden bed frame didn’t even survive, RIP.

Ray couldn’t walk the next day, she does figure out what Zack’s “problem” was. Sort of never lets him hear the end of it. Zack is so damn embarrassed…but slightly refreshed. Apologizes a thousand times.

Next day, Zack sleeps on the sofa (Ray kinda earned it for putting up with him). The following night, Ray allows him into her arms…after they replaced the bed, of course.

Ray eventually figures out when his “problems” surface and notes it on a calendar…one she has to tuck away from any visitors.

Zack doesn’t know if he should be worried with how precautionary Ray gets around that time.

She doesn’t fucking joke about being precautionary. She makes lists of do’s and don’ts along with buying extras of everything.

Ray doesn’t mind when Zack gets a little too passionate, but sometimes she will tell Zack that he does need to cool it. Claws can be a little much when he can barely control himself.

In an attempt to cease his need to scratch, Zack wound up breaking the head board.

Both Zack and Ray are really fucking glad their neighbors aren’t close.

They do keep their bedroom secrets to themselves, though it’s hard for Ray to explain bite marks. Sometimes she stays at home until they’ve faded enough to not be noticeable.

When they aren’t exhausted (can’t say for the certain days though), they do like to whisper to one another.

Ray has a habit of drawing shapes on Zack’s body when they’re relaxing after a passionate session.

When days are normal, there will be days where just cuddling and sweet kisses will suffice, but if either do get in the mood, they both can read each other’s body language rather well.

Sometimes Zack nuzzles without thinking.

Rachel finds it both adorable and endearing.

Rachel likes it when Zack isn’t hiding his real self, she calls him handsome every day to remind him of that and not his scars.

Zack is internally ecstatic when she says it.

They’re both everything to one another, the two have changed their lives for the better and are glad they’ve met.

Zack has never known what love is like, but he knows for damn sure he feels it when he’s with Rachel.

Rachel knows that Zack hates formalities, but she’s noticed that he reacts differently when only she says his first name. He doesn’t get agitated anymore, but instead, he really likes it.

His beasty behavior does make showing affection a little awkward, when he does want to give Ray a simple kiss on the cheek, he might lick on accident.

Even though he hates dressing in civilian clothing, he still enjoys going on outings with Ray.

The two will tell each other often how grateful they are in their life.

They both enjoy the roles of husband and wife.

Home Life

There are times where Zack has troubles getting up because of his leg, Ray is there to help him.

Some days Zack will take the false leg off when it becomes too uncomfortable to keep on. Ray got him a walking cane just for those days.

Sometimes he still walks with it with the leg on, mostly on regular outings. Cobblestone streets are hard for him to keep balance. Regular brick streets are much easier.

Ray thinks he looks fancy when he does walk with it.

When they’re not out to work on a hunting job, the two do like to spend time together, either at home or out in town.

Ray enjoys in taking the task in fixing up Zack’s wrappings, Zack secretly admits to himself that she does a better job at it than he does.

Zack does learn how to actually fix stuff than just outright smashing everything, he wants to help too if they’re living together for the rest of their lives.

Future Plans

After a few months of settling into their new home, Zack proposes to Ray. She accepts without hesitation.

Zack enjoys the thought of Ray being a mother, he wouldn’t mind starting a family with her, but there’s a bit of a problem with that idea

The two tend to travel a lot when they go out to do bounty hunting jobs.

They still have Old Blood coursing through their veins, and they worry about passing it on to any future children.

They still can’t shake the thought about what Danny tried to do with her, and fear that such a result may still happen.

They do consider the thought of settling for good and possibly adoption.

When the pair go to a nearby city to pick up some things like new clothes (Zack has a tendency to tear em up), or something for the house, they come across a kid being chased down for stealing bread. Zack’s all too familiar with that situation, Ray stops the vendor from hurting the kid and pays for the bread. Ray sees that nostalgic look on Zack’s face, and asks if he’s thinking of taking the young kid in. Of course, he shyly nods.

The kid distrusts them at first, but Zack is the one that talks to him because he knows of it’s like. The kid doesn’t feel alone when it comes to struggling on the streets, and is actually glad he’s being given a home.

Takes all of them a while to adjust to a new addition to the home, but eventually start behaving like a normal family.

When they settled, Arty seems to fit in to the family rather well. They’re all a bunch of misfits, and it couldn’t be more perfect.

Their adopted child is named Arthur, but prefers being called Arty. He thinks his full name is dorky.

Arty’s father was a military man, he never returned home when sent to be on duty. His mother passed away from illness and no other family members wanted to take him in.

The couple do plan on what to do next, they can’t go out to do regular hunting jobs and Ray doesn’t trust in leaving Zack alone to do them without her keeping his humanity in check.

Apparently hunting and trapping is just as good, Zack gets to kill something while the pair stay in the area. Who knew pelts could sell for a good amount? Even if his methods weird people out.

Their kid asks about stories of their travels a lot, and enjoys hearing every word, though Ray has to dumb down the violence.

Though Zack and Ray are both caring parents, they are diverse in their own way. Ray is the nurturing parent, while Zack is the dad you’ll take with you if someone threatens to beat you up.

Zack was worried about their adopted son being scared of his scars, but he doesn’t mind them at all. He thinks his scars prove his dad is tough. Zack is amused by it and plays along.

Both Zack and Ray feel touched when they’re addressed as Mom and Dad.

Zack is hesitant to tell their adopted son how he lost his leg, but he keeps the summary very simple. He lost it in a fight to save Ray, and that is that.

Since Arty knows his new dad used to be a street rat like him, they both tend to share stories of tricks they used to pull when stealing or evading the authorities, sometimes they learn something new.

One day, Ray becomes very ill, Zack is panicked and their adopted son fetches a house doctor. Her illness is due to pregnancy, Zack nearly faints. They are all surprised, both Zack and Ray are a little nervous though because of those inner fears. They do want the child more than anything though.

They assure Arty that they want him to stay in their life too, he’s their child also.

The child is a normal human baby, with no evidence of old blood.

They have a son, named Reese.

Both Arthur and Reese get along very well, though they are little trouble makers.

Zack will teach his sons how to fight and hunt when they’re older.

Ray teaches all of her boys how to read (even Zack).

#satsuriku no tenshi #au related stuff #some headcanons for them #hunter's moon AU

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