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For Reza: ❣️, 📱, 🎶

❣️ - What are their love languages?

Acts of service.

📱 - What social media do they use the most?

It is canon that Reza has an OnlyFans 😏 He also has Instagram and Tik Tok that he posts a lot of thirst traps.

🎶 - What’s a song they really like?

Reza's music preferences are greatly influenced by his tío growing up, so he listens a lot to The Police, The Clash, and Sex Pistols even now. If he has to choose his all time favourite, it would be "I fought the Law" by The Clash.

#reza.ans

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New - what would you do if you won the lottery?

"First off, I won't be tellin' nobody that I've won the lottery. Don't want no lost relatives suddenly showin' up at my door wanting a piece of that dough, now do we?"

"Next, I'd probably disappear from town again. Maybe for good this time, hm?"

#reza.ans

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From Topher to Reza: 🐰 for barely intimidating

"You got that right, pretty. I'm the least intimidating civilian in this town." Reza snorted, actively denying that he has beaten a full grown werewolf with his bare hands during the full moon before.

#reza.ans #he's not abt to confess to his crime nope #violence mention tw

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for Reza: if you ever were to be asked to join a coven in Fenrir's Wood, which would you pick? Or would you start your own?

"Do you think startin' your own coven is like startin' your own band in your daddy's dingy garage? I mean, even if it is, I don't wanna start my own coven, that's for sure. Too much responsibility. I won't have enough time for myself. Look at Helia takin' care of her bunch of ragtag misfits."

"And I don't think I'd be joinin' any of the existin' coven anytime soon. Who wants a broken witch who can't even do magic, anyway?"

#reza.ans #reza you're part of that bunch of ragtag misfits #even if you won't admit it lmaoo

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🗺️ , 🍽️ , 🍳 (reza)

🗺️ - What languages do they speak?

Malay, English, Spanish

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

Reza likes anything that is sweet, since sweets were a luxury for him growing up. Other than that, Reza doesn't have any preference and will eat anything and everything.

🍳 - How well can they cook?

Reza is an excellent cook since the skill is a necessity for him growing up. Now, he cooks because he loves it, and so he can impress his dates.

#reza.ans

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🎲 💀

🎲 - Pick a random question to answer from this list.

>> 🌱 - Do they have a green thumb or are they a plant killer?

Reza is definitely a plant killer. Everything dies in his hands. It's one of the reason why he thinks that the spirits hate him so much.

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

Reza loves horror movies, especially badly made ones. He loves making fun of the plots and cheap jump scares, and he especially loves watching it with someone else so he can get free cuddle/snog.

#reza.ans

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🐭

"Me? Intimidating? Where?"

"Compared to you, sweetheart, I'm as docile as a lamb."

#reza.ans #lmaooo will not stop antagonising evanora XD

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🎁 🎨 - Reza

🎁 - How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general?

He hates the idea of celebrating his birthday the most, so he never tells anyone when his birthday is willingly. Soon enough, he forgets about his birthday altogether until it's way too late, then maybe does something to 'celebrate' it with his subscriber because they're usually more generous when there is a celebration.

🎨 - What’s their favorite color?

Blue.

#reza.ans

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Where: Odin’s Tree, Lords Wood With: Calahan Farrer (@fromfenrir)

Chung-Hee came to the famous Odin Tree with offerings of his own; little ducks that he crocheted in his spare time and fresh flowers that he bought specifically for this event. He placed the offerings under each picture, taking his time to offer his prayers in his native tongue in remembrance of the dead and spoke to the spirits to ‘take care of them’ when no one was able to. He closed the garage for the weekend so his employees could spend their days to remember those who departed, hoping for Reza especially to come here and paid his respects. He might not like the rascal, but even Reza deserved a time to mourn his loss.

He was about to place the last piece of offering in front of Sietse, standing next to a man he knew to be one of the coven leaders. Chung-Hee nodded his head in respect and smiled politely before turning to Sietse’s picture and offered his prayers. “Quite the turnout you have here.” His gaze lingered to the visitors around them as he clasped his hands behind his back, at ease. “Have you given your offerings as well?”

#chunghee.calahan1 #fenrirodintree2 #lmk if you need anything changed!

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“Well, you’re not wrong. I am new in town.” Another chuckle escaped his lips. He then extended his hand. “Chung-Hee. Eun Chung-Hee.” It was always better to know more people that made up the community he was in, easier for him to blend in and ask for help when he needed to. Of course, Chung-Hee wouldn’t hesitate to offer help any way he could, the teaching of always putting others’ need before his was mercilessly drilled into him growing up.

Chung-Hee shook his head. “I came here alone, actually.” He wanted to invite Chae to the gallery, though it seemed he had learnt to escape when Chung-Hee wasn’t looking. It saddened him, more so than usual, though he supposed he should give Chae the space he needed to grow his wings. “I didn’t expect to witness –” His gaze caught another proposal in public, and he couldn’t help but cringed. “–that, a lot. Is this a regular occurrence around here?” Perhaps the difference in culture made him unsure of how to feel, or perhaps there was something in the air that made people mad in a way.

Bijan smiled. “Obviously to someone who knows plenty of people,” he admitted. Not that the scientist could say that he knew plenty of people, he knew enough through the hospital, at least a good chunk of the Supernatural population. “I could’ve easily been wrong,” he added. And then he would’ve been able to start a conversation that way, he’d been taught conversation starters, his aunties back home had always wanted him to make sure he wasn’t being too introverted. 

At the question, the scientist considered the room. He’d come here with his partner, so to say he was waiting for him would be incorrect, he was merely killing time away from him. “I am appreciating the crowds,” he admitted. "Are you waiting for someone?"

#chunghee.bijan1 #fenrirpink

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He raised his hand and looked at his watched, before cursing under his breath in his native tongue, his hands on his hip as he shifted his weight from side to side. “It’s not even lunch time yet.” Chung-Hee knew there was no point in grumbling when both his workers were already gone, but he couldn’t simply contain his annoyance, especially when it came to Reza. Not after he learned what went on between that bastard with his Chae. Chae might be an adult, but that didn’t stop him from fretting over the young witch as he always did.

Chung-Hee turned to Logan, brows furrowed together and lips pressed into a thin line. “Nothing.” He then heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head. “Are you done with that?” He pointed at the car Logan was working on. “If you are then come inside. Make sure you clean yourself up and close the garage door.” There wasn’t much traffic today, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt. He hoped that Rex would know to stay out of trouble, though looking at those two’s interaction so far, he doubted Rex was any better.

Gods helped him.

"dunno, think they went to lunch or something." she answers, her voice emitting from under the hood of a car. logan didn't pay much attention to what her coworkers did, whether it was at work or otherwise, so she probably wasn't the best person to ask. she probably wouldn't even be able to say how long they'd been gone for, she just remembered the sound of them leaving, they didn't bother telling her what they were doing.

"reza might have mentioned taking off early to rex, but i don't know why. they don't really talk to me to be honest. why do you ask?" she closes the hood and looks at chung-hee, wiping her hands off with a cloth.

#chunghee.logan1 #boss man has accepted his fate lmaoo

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Chung-Hee shrugged. He wasn’t well versed in art himself, so he couldn’t say he understood the reason behind having an unconventional band played at such a grand setting. “Maybe they’re trying to challenge the norm. Let people question what is weird and what is not.” He then leaned into the younger man. “Maybe they just like the band.” He chuckled as he pulled away, deep creases etched at the corner of his eyes as he smiled.

He arched his brows, surprised at the description of the art director. “Huh.” Chung-Hee furrowed his brows. “Maybe so. Maybe he has quite the eclectic taste and simply wants to combine everything that he loves into one.” He shrugged. Maybe the director was aiming for a theme, though it was certainly lost to him. “Do you know the director personally?”

Fabio rolled that thought around their mind and then nodded. It seemed probably. Or they just knew those guys were in town and decided to rope them in. They wondered how much money it was taking the venue to pay for that. “Art is art, si,” they agreed, nodding their head slightly. “I still think it’s weird, but I guess as a place of art, weirdness is acceptable.” They gave the other a look over. “And why are you here? For the art, for the music or for the complementary free drinks?” There weren’t any complementary drinks. 

“Mostly punk,” Fabio said, as if they’d listened to more than just one song. “I’ve seen the art director of this place with blue hair, so hey, maybe they’re the one who invited the band.”

#chunghee.fabio1 #fenrirpink

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The way his heart felt like it fell out of his chest then slammed back in again made him think that he was about to have a heart attack. It was definitely not good for his old heart, despite how well he took care of his body.

Chung-Hee placed his own hand above his heart with his brows knitted tightly, forcing himself not to curse in front of someone younger than him. “Well, I’m sorry for scaring you.” He waved his hand, trying to calm both himself and the other. “But you really shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous at this time of day, hm.” He waved on the general direction to where she was going. “Or at least don’t go that way. That’s where the wolves are running.” Chung-Hee figured she would know what he meant, seeing who or what she was.

He took a deep breath and adjusted the weight from one foot to another. “Do you need help going back to town?”

how she ended up out here, she'll never know.

the plan had been to get away from the main city for a while and be as far as she could possibly get that wasn't straight up abandoning the place and taking off in her truck, as appealing as the thought was. she'd gotten close to the border a few times on her drives, half tempted to put her foot down on the gas and just, go. but every time she got too close, something pulled her back, made her turn the truck around and drive back to the hotel as if to start over again, and so harper had decided if she couldn't escape on wheels, she'd escape in some capacity on foot.

a fat lot of good that appeared to have done.

fortunate then, that her headphones had died a few minutes before the gentleman with his warnings sprung out of no where and scared her to the nine hells and back again. harper springs back with her hands out before her, wide eyed and surprised and half expecting something foul until she registered the man's face and clocked him for being the one present when reza had been fixing her truck.

the other person in the room holding reza under some serious scrutiny at that.

"jesus, mary and joseph, you scared the shit outta me," harper wheezes, placing a hand to her chest with a breath of relief that perhaps today wouldn't be the day she met her maker.

"that's grand an' noted an' all, but did ya have to shave years off my life in the process?"

#chunghee.harper1 #fenrirpink

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Reza pointed at Rex, nodding his head in agreement with Rex’s statement. “Right? He always has that frown on his face.” He mimicked the Boss’ expression; knitting his brows tightly together and pressing his lips into a sneer as he narrowed his eyes. He then leaned against the car once he relaxed his face, moving closer to Rex in a mock whisper, “How far up do you think the stick is?” He leaned back, snorting to himself at the implication.

He clicked his tongue, his nose scrunched in disgust at the mental image that had just conjured in his mind. “Why would you even say that?!” He flicked the towel against Rex’s arm a little forcefully this time. “Now I can’t get the image of Boss jerkin’ off to my stream.” Reza shivered, making a show of how repulsed he thought the idea was, even when he had experienced something far worse than that in the past.

Working as a mechanic was more than just a job for Rex. He wouldn’t go as far as to say it was a passion, but tinkering with the intricates of mechanics and getting paid for it was, in his opinion, the perfect gig. He liked his coworkers well enough, though his interactions with Logan had so far been limited to mostly brief greetings or necessary work-related discussions. With Reza it was different. He was both hilarious and infuriating at the same time. Some might call him insufferable, so he was exactly the kind of person Rex enjoyed.  

“Hm?” Rex’s attention snapped up from under the hood of the car he was diligently working on when Reza playfully slapped his arm with his greasy towel. “Yeah, probably. But the guy has a whole tree stuck up his ass, so I wouldn’t lose sleep over it,” he chuckled as he straightened up to lean on the car. He wiped his hands on his own towel as he faced Reza, a teasing glint in his eye. “Why? Did he say something to you? Or did he cancel his weekly subscription to your night job?” Rex’ smirk widened playfully.

#reza.rex1

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He could feel the curious gaze prickling on his nape, but Reza chose to ignore them, wanting to get this done and over with as soon as possible. The woman, brows furrowed and thin lips pressed into a frown, suddenly perked up at the mention of donation, before schooling her face back into something akin of someone that had smelt something rancid.

“Like I said, We’ve already counted everyone’s part for this to work.” She cleared her throat and unlacing her fingers and placed them on the counter. She must’ved had them newly done from the way she was desperately trying to show off those seemingly obnoxious coloured nailed. “But, I suppose I can make an exception if you’re willing to provide monetary contribution.”

Reza couldn’t help but scoff. “So you’re willing to overlook our entries if we bribe you, huh?” The woman balked at the accusation, head turning so fast that he worried that the thin neck would snap. “Fine.” He took out his worn out wallet and took out a fiver and slammed it on the table. “And I’m not payin’ more.”

she could feel herself getting more frustrated by the second as the receptionist spoke, willing herself to keep her mouth shut and not interrupt the woman. one of logan's hands grasps the edge of the desk, knuckles practically going white from how tight she's gripping it. it seems like her and reza aren't being listened to in this situation, isn't it obvious that this is some kind of mistake?

"so what, we have to do this no matter what?" she blurts, not thinking before she speaks. "i mean, come on lady, do you really think the parents in the audience are gonna wanna see two grown adults dance with their children? not to mention two grown adults who weren't even supposed to be involved in the first place."

she takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before she speaks again. it's not going to do either of them any good if she blows up at this woman and she can feel herself getting closer to doing that by the second. "i can't speak for my coworker but i'll contribute a donation if it means i don't have to do this. we can't come to some sort of an agreement here?"

#reza.logan1 #fenrireaster

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So playful tug of push and pull began between them, and Reza smiled lazily when the other closed the distance between them. He stayed where he was, with his hands in his jacket, not wanting to give in to the urge to pull the other even closer. It was a different kind of fun when the person of his interest boldly flirted back, and he was definitely enjoying every second of this chance meeting. “Well, gotta know the name before I can appreciate the brain, hm.” And maybe for him to call when he praised the other in bed.

His gaze followed the other’s back before lazily turning towards the painting, before turning back towards the man in front of him when he turned around once again. His brows arched at the comparison and a surprised chuckle escaped his lips. “I don’t know about that, pretty.” Reza leaned forward, his turn to whisper into the other’s ear. “Though I am curious now that you’ve said it. I wonder if you’ll be able to prove if it’s true.” He leaned back, his signature smirk still painted on his lips. “How about it, hm? Maybe I’ll give you one that’s better than the feel of mornin’ sunrise.”

Ezhil grinned, clearly his look had worked, and he wasn’t surprised. Clearly he’d get what he wanted, just judging from how Reza looked at him. He crossed his arms lightly and shrugged his shoulders, one hand reaching out to twirl his moustache. “I do not mind that, after all, one has to also appreciate the brain behind the painting at times.” He said brain in a suggestive manner, as he took a step closer to Reza, almost obscuring the painting from anyone else’s view. He wouldn’t call himself freaky in bed, but Ez had no problem with experimentation. 

“Hmm, this one,” he said, as he looked back at the painting, his hand still playing with his moustache. “I was inspired by the morning light and the way it affects certain people, especially morning people in a rather odd way.” The drawing was one of a form laying in bed, the sun streaming in through the window, setting the world ablaze with its light while obscuring everything about the room. “Washing worries away as the light blinds.” He turned back to Reza. “You could say, to some people, waking up to the sun is as good as an orgasm.” 

#reza.ezhil1 #fenrirpink

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His eyes twinkled and his brows arched when he heard the laughter that managed to escape Harper’s lips despite her attempt at stifling it with her hand on her mouth, futile as it was. “I’ll be sure to bring us some snacks to celebrate the outcome.” Reza’s lips painted with a slow smile, his signature smirk when he was with others. If it were anywhere else, he doubted anyone that looked like Harper; innocent and naïve and far too kind, would win in a fistfight. But it was different in Fenrir’s Wood. The spirits buzzed excitedly around her despite her attempt at ignoring them, and despite Reza couldn’t make a lick of sense of what they were on about. She was favoured, that much he could tell.

He scoffed at the accusation. “Excuse you, but I’ll have you know that I wrap myself every time and got myself checked regularly.” He took a sip of his drink. “I may have a death wish sometimes, but dying by an STD is definitely somethin’ I don’t want to remember by. Can you imagine the writin’ on my tombstone would be? ‘Here lies Reza Harris, he had too much fun while livin’ ’.” He scrunched up his nose and was about to take a sip of his drink before he paused, thinking that the writing wasn’t so bad after all. But he definitely didn’t want to go out that way. Their government might be shit but at least the NHS is cheap.

“Then why don’t you ditch your work altogether.” Reza leaned in a whisper, though he doubted he needed to do so amidst the loud music. “I’m sure somebody can cover for you tonight. ‘Sides, don’t think you’re supposed to drink while at work, hm.” He looked at her pointedly. “Come on, live a little, will you?”

a snort of laughter escapes harper long before her hand can reach her mouth to hide it. "eh, i'll put you on speed dial. set up a ring at the back of a crummy mcdonalds an' do you proud." which is so much more talk than it will ever be action. harper might jump to throw hands any chance she got but seldom did she ever walk away the victor.

holding back on purpose, naturally. better to avoid any incidents like that of her teenage years if she could, the note to self forever screaming 'magic isn't real'.

though, reza might be right about this one. something certainly lingered in the air and harper could still smell the whiskey on her breath when she hums and leans on the bar with a shrug and a "couldn't say i'd be opposed to rollin' around with ya, but, don't know whatcha might have, bein' the scoundrel you are an' all that."

"ehh, we could wing it. see what's goin' on. blame the full moon or the alcohol everyone's consumin' but, i'm itchin' to do anythin' but spend another borin' night in the damn hotel room."

#reza.harper2 #fenrirpink