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sebastian:

Sebastian laughed, his mood lifting immediately as he deposited the carrots into the bowl with the onions and went to the sink to wash his hands. Some part of Sebastian had been nervous when he’d moved to San Francisco with Dex, wondering if Dex would grow board of him now that they were able to live together without anyone actively trying to tear them apart. But he always remained solid and present and there. “Even if I had let you talk me into doing it the day after I proposed, it still would have been the most special thing I’ve ever done,” he explained, shutting off the sink and turning around to just watch Dex work for a little bit. “I chose you.”

Finally, he went over and flicked some of the water from his damp hands into Dex’s face to get his attention. Then he turned around and hopped up onto the countertop to perch there, his eyes following the glint of the kitchen knife, thankful that the conversation was being steered towards lighter topics. “No, it’s going to be very wholesome. She booked a pottery class for us, and I’m a little embarrassed about how appealing that sounds.” It had been very thoughtful of her, and he smiled fondly at the memory of how nervous she’d been when he’d first reached out and asked her to be his maid of honor. “Let me guess, Stella and Dimitri are trying to sell you on the idea of a stripper and a penis cake respectively.” Sebastian wouldn’t put it passed either of them. “I can be okay with the stripper if that’s what you want, you know. They just can’t be prettier than me.”

Dex felt his whole face heat up with Sebastian’s words, skin tingling and turning red. He averted his eyes, instead keeping his eyes glued to the meat he was currently slicing up. It wasn’t fair, how Seb could make him come undone with three words, so sweet and appealing Dex didn’t want to admit how much he’d like to hear them over and over again. Then, a spritz of water drew his attention, eyes following as Seb hopped up on the counter. “That’s cute. It sounds like something you’d all do. You’re gonna make vases or something? To put all the flowers we’ll probably get after the wedding?” With that he bunched up the sliced meet on one side of the cutting board, moving to the sink to wash the knife and his hands.

Frowning, Dex slid the knife back into the block, then bending down to grab the wok from athe bottom cabinet they kept it in. It was true that the invite list to his bachelor party was less wholesome than Seb’s, but it still felt a like a low blow. Even if the statement was completely true. “They’ve both suggested their share of non-family friendly ideas, that’s for sure,” he replied, standing back up and placing the pot on their cook top. Placing himself squarely in front of Seb, who was seated on the counter, Dex lazily wrapped his hands around his fiance’s neck. “That’s sweet, but I think it’d be a little strange if you showed up to my bachelor party.” He’d made the same joke with Stella, there was no way it wasn’t getting use on Seb, too. “Besides, there’s nobody prettier than you. You’re the most beautiful, handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

#( sebastian barnett )#( sb7 )#whoops this is disgusting #eh whatever

david:

David nearly whined childishly when Dex took the time to exit the conversation he was having, even more impatient now that he was nowhere close to sober. But then he was getting the attention her desired, even if Dex was leading him in the complete wrong direction. He glanced back at the dance floor, confusion written clearly across his face as he turned back to Dex. “I don’t want to ditch,” David replied, a small frown creasing his face. “I want to have fun. Like they’re all having fun.” He pointed back to the crowd, which was full of smiling faces he didn’t recognize. If he had to bet on it, he’d say Dex probably didn’t recognize the majority of them too. “I wanna be a part of things. I’m bad at having fun.” He was pouting now, and leaned against the wall closest to him. It was solid and steady, and things were spinning just a bit. “Why did Seb kill his dad?” he asked, changing the topic completely. He had been meaning to ask at some point, when the time seemed right, and when he remembered his intent, he blurted out the question without thinking it through.

Drunk logic was an interesting beast, how it could go from ‘I’m not having fun’ to murder in the space of a breath. It’d been a few years since he’d seen it in action, a few decades since he’d made leaps of logic that large. Ruffling David’s hair slightly, he only smiled at the brazen question. “It’s a long story. But he was kind of a raging asshole, made Seb’s life generally miserable, almost killed me. He wasn’t a very good guy.” Not that the two of them had tried particularly hard to hide anything from David, they certainly hadn’t mentioned that. Maybe one day, when it was less crazy and David wasn’t drunk, Dex would have Seb explain it to him in full. For now he simply wondered who told him, but perhaps it was a question for a more sober David. “Not everyone has fun at weddings,” Dex started, moving them away from the side-alcove and closer towards the dancing crowd. “But I’d be glad to dance with you, if that’s what you want to do. Your probably going to be a lot more fun than most.”

#( david )#( d1 )#&& woo-barnett wedding ⟪ event ⟫

sebastian:

Sebastian didn’t even pause at Dex’s suggestion, just went right along slicing the carrots and only wondering vaguely what julienned meant. Dex could be a wonderful teacher when he wanted to be, but sometimes the funniest part of cooking with him was watching the expressions he made when Sebastian didn’t do things that catered to his instructions. “I don’t know who Julien is, but he’s not coming near these carrots,” he said smoothly as he continued his work and didn’t look back at Dex to see his reaction.

In all honesty, Sebastian had been trying to ignore any memory of his previous engagements as his and Dex’s wedding approached. He knew that if he thought about any of it too hard, the nightmares would start up again, like they had when he’d first proposed. Dex’s body where Lorelai’s had been when he’d found her, covered in blood, leaking into the carpet, then into the stone floors of the castle, then into Sebastian’s hands. Aurelia, sneering at him over her glass of wine, calling him little wolf, warning him that the world was much more terrible than he knew before disappearing in a puff of smoke. His hands stilled for a moment and he swallowed down the sudden burst of fear that had exploded in his stomach. “I don’t want our rehearsal dinner to be anything like the one at Altolusso,” he said quietly, before clearing his throat and going back to preparing the carrots. “It’s- it’s fine. I know I’m just worrying too much. I’ll be happy as long as at the end of it I get to be your husband.” A thrill went up his spine at the thought, chasing away the fear. “And beef, obviously. We’re not trying to starve ourselves.”

Suppressing a laugh at Sebastian’s beyond un-funny joke, Dex sent a pout his way instead, not that he would be able to see it anyway with his back turned. He had a feeling Seb was slicing thin little discs of carrot, something he’d have to correct later. The quiet that came after was eerie, oppressive, and reminded Dex of all the moments between them that hurt the most. Where he said the wrong things and made Seb unbearably sad, the hurt in his blue eyes crystal clear like water. Where his heart clutched because after four years he still didn’t know how to fix it. Certainly by now Dex should be able to soothe him, say all the right words to make Seb’s heart ease, but he didn’t. Grabbing the beef from the fridge, he’d try and convince the validity of tofu as a main protein to Seb another day, he quickly set everything down on his cutting board.

“I just meant I wanted it to be special,” Dex said softly, warm and affection in his gaze as he watched Seb cut carrots, his own hands still. “I want it to be more special than anything else you’ve ever done.” It had to be, because getting married to Seb meant everything to Dex, wanted it more than anything else in his life. Seb had already been engaged three times too. Not wanting to think on the topic much more, Dex turned his attention to slicing thin strips of beef instead. “I heard Ophelia’s planning your bachelor party. I’m guessing she’s not going to get you a stripper or a penis cake or something fucking idiotic like that.”

#( sebastian barnett )#( sb7 )

sebastian:

“And you’re infuriating,” Sebastian replied, with absolutely nothing but warmth in his voice, his head tilting to the side just slightly so that Dex could slot his mouth against his. Only, Dex didn’t kiss him. He booped him on the nose and drew out an offended noise from Sebastian’s still parted lips before he pulled away and left Sebastian digging his fingers into the counter top as he scowled. Something glinted in his eyes that wanted to meet Dex’s challenge and then some. It would have propelled Sebastian forward and lowered Dex down to their new hard wood floor. It would have pinned his wrists there and kissed him until that small little smirk Sebastian loved so much was buried so deep Dex wouldn’t be able to find it for at least a few minutes. It would have, but they really did have to get dinner done.

So instead, Sebastian let Dex step back in to melt his heart and call him baby. The fight went out of him, stored away for after dinner, and he pressed up onto the tips of his toes to affectionately bump his forehead against Dex’s. “I love you,” he breathed, then pushed on Dex’s chest and hip checked him on his way passed him towards the fridge. “But if you think anything Marlowe does is ‘little stuff’, well, then you’ve probably offended them.” When he returned to the counter he had a few carrots in hand and went about putting the already sliced onions into a plastic bowl. “It just feels like we’re painting a target on our backs. There are so many people here we know nothing about.”

Trading ‘I love you’s’ had become common place over the past few years, whether it was in the morning between sleepy kisses goodbye or over take-out and a movie with their hands locked together. “I love you more,” Dex replied almost unconsciously before being playfully pushed away. Guess he’d have to deal with the cabbage now and play with Seb after they ate. “If Marlowe is so offended, they can send us a ticking dildo for all I care.” Actually, a gift like that would be somewhat welcomed, it’d at least give Dex confirmation the lycan wasn’t dead or horribly maimed. The mounting strange disappearances of members of the truce and their friends from Altolusso continually unsettled him. There was a chill at the back of his spine when he thought about it, what could of possibly happened to them.

“Make sure the carrots are julienned,” Dex said absentmindedly as he caught a glimpse of Seb grabbing something orange from the fridge. Finishing breaking apart the cabbage, he made his way to the fridge, browsing through the foodstuffs they had on hand. “Didn’t you invite like, all of Altolusso to your rehearsal dinner?” He tried not to let any jealousy bleed through in his voice. “It can be like, a welcome back thing. It’s cool we’re all together again, let’s hang out at a wedding. It’s practical.” He didn’t mention the other reason he was so laissez-faire about the open invitation, mostly since it would sound idiotic out loud. Dex logically knew he didn’t have to compete with two departed women Seb didn’t even like, let alone love, logically knew he didn’t need to put on some performance that he was all okay now. He wanted to do it anyway. “You want to use the tofu or the beef?”

#( sebastian barnett )#( sb7 )

stella:

( @dexwxx ) There was one wedding tradition that she couldn’t let go- and that was the bachelor party. Sure, Dex had settled down, mellowed out, and he couldn’t keep up with any version of their old antics, which made a real party out of the question. Whatever the silver had done to him, she wasn’t going to pretend that he could bounce back. But she could still harass him about it all she wanted to. She sat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee steaming on the table in front of her. There was fuck all to do in Tromso, so she found herself just continually stopping by the one cabin that she knew would always be willing to let her kill a few hours. “I’m going to throw out a few ideas, and you tell me what you think.” she said, assuming that he would catch up to the topic of conversation without her having to give much more detail. “Do you want a stripper?”

A lot had changed in four years, it was almost like Dex’s life did a complete one-eighty. Still, there was constants and it seemed Stella dropping by randomly at her own leisure would be one of them. It was a surprising comfort, he’d previously assumed that being around her would be as painful as being around the rest as Altolusso. But instead, they were sitting in Seb and Dex’s kitchen at an hour much too late to be drinking coffee, converse as if nothing changed. “A stripper,” Dex repeated, a confused look on his face. “Isn’t the point of a bachelor party to not have your fiance there? I mean, I don’t mind, but I’m pretty sure Ophelia already planned something for Seb’s.” He was being a dick, he knew Stella was decidedly not thinking of her nephew as a stripper. “Okay, another idea. Maybe something that doesn’t prematurely end my marriage.”

#( stella barnett )#( stb3 )

david:

{ @dexwxx }

After taking his leave from Stella, David looked around the wedding’s party lost. He didn’t want to sit there alone, empty glasses littering the table where he had sat with Stella earlier. It looked sad, and everyone else looked like they were having a great time, dancing and laughing, and David wanted to be apart of the festivities. He stood up, scanning the crowd for anyone he recognized. He spotted Dex in some corner, talking to one of the many guests at the event. He wasted no time walking over, completely ignoring the person Dex was conversing with. “Dex, Dex, hey,” he put a hand on Dex’s shoulder, half to get his attention, and half to steady himself. “I’m bored. Do you want to dance with me?”

Catching up with everyone from Altolusso had been excruciatingly exhausting, both from having to give the same speech about how ‘okay’ he was now and ‘no, he didn’t miss anything at all’, but also from listening to like fifty years worth of depressing shit. Catching up with another former pack member, a hand pressed down hard into his shoulder. “Hey,” he said, trying to keep himself from swaying under the hybrids wait. “We’ll continue this later, Sofia. The not-so teenage dirtbag son is calling me.” Softly grabbing David’s arm, barely letting his skin touch the other, he walked with him a little bit, until they found a little alcove away from the chatter and noise. He’d seemed on edge, more than a little pissed and it made Dex feel a little bad for not keeping him closer during the evening. “You okay? I don’t mind dancing with you, if that’s what you want. Or we could ditch, if this is stressing you out to much.”

#( david )#( d1 )#&& woo-barnett wedding ⟪ event ⟫#this is so pure...

sebastian:

Sebastian frowned, even as the warmth from Dex’s front pressed up against his back and he felt Dex’s arms go around his waist. “I want you to care,” he said quietly, but without much conviction. His hands stilled on the onion and on the knife until he just barely held them, staring down at dull grooves in the cutting board instead of turning his head to look at Dex. Sebastian’s eyebrows were furrowed, something between affection and annoyance caught between them in the soft creases of his skin. They’d had this conversation countless times before in the nine months they’d been engaged. Sebastian knew Dex was impatient and that he’d only waited so long for Sebastian’s benefit, that if Dex had had his way, they would have been married the day after Sebastian had proposed. “I want it to be just as special as the last two times, because it actually matters now.” What he really meant was that Dex mattered. He mattered more than Lorelai and Aurelia and the truce all tied up together.

Dex even mattered when he was covering Sebastian’s hands with his own to try to correct his technique. Maybe even especially mattered then because even when Sebastian thought about stepping backwards on to Dex’s foot, he still loved him. Even now, after a handful of years, he still felt his heart thrum as it tried to sing along to the tune Dex was humming in his ear. Then he took his hands away and Sebastian didn’t bother to start cutting again, only turned around with the kitchen counter digging into the small of his back and Dex’s arms still around him. He was careful with his hands, placing them behind him so he wouldn’t be tempted to put them anywhere near Dex’s face. “How about I go over there and micromanage your cabbage, huh?”

There was an infinite list of things that Seb did which drove Dex crazy, made him want to lift his smaller body on the counter and ravish him right in their kitchen. Rake his hands over all the skin he’d memorized long ago, whisper to Seb about how much he loved him until his voice was hoarse. All with a single look, one single stupid look and it filled Dex’s heart with a soft ache that it’d be his for all of eternity. Tipping Sebastian’s chin up with a free hand, his other one snaked around his waist again, Dex murmured, “God you’re so cute.” Bending down for a kiss, lips parted, he instead booped Seb’s nose in one quick motion before untangling him arms completely. “I’d like to see you try, little prince.”

It wasn’t that Dex didn’t care per se, because everything pertaining to Sebastian’s happiness was important to him. The last few years seemed copied and pasted straight from Dex’s dreams, from every kiss hello and goodbye to the silly fights they’d had, to the nights he soothed Seb’s tears with his arms and his lips. He didn’t need to be married, to have a wedding to know that he’d never leave Seb’s side. Yet every time Seb mentioned their wedding or how Dex was his fiance his heart beat just a little faster. “I care, baby, I do. Just not about little stuff like that.” He leaned down to give Seb the kiss he’d teased earlier, softly pressing their lips together in reassurance. “I just want to be there with you, in stupidly fancy clothes, dancing to some song that you like under the stars. Nothing else matters to me.”

#( sebastian barnett )#( sb7 )#i might of lied this might not be super cute idk

van:

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were just normal people? Trying so hard to act like we don’t care

@dexwxx

There was an odd sort of way relationships developed. Through the standard things, such as likes and enjoyment - it could be slow. However when there was lives on the line - everything got just a little quicker, a little more worrisome. Have a quick friend just in cause it was your last day. Van had noticed that among those that had been in Paris and lived through it, there was a look in their eyes. A simple bond that seemed to go beyond species. As if they agreed what they had seen was enough to put everything aside and think nothing of it. With those relationships came stories, and stories became gossip for anyone to hear - even among the immortal.

More so the piece he had heard was a wolf that stood upon the cliff of humanity. The words he had caught among them all were ones of worry and confusion. Admittedly it wasn’t anything he had heard of. Almost as if the Lycan was stripped from him. He wasn’t too proud to say that he was curious. Van couldn’t help himself. It was the very reason he found himself walking through the halls of the main area before wandering off further into town. Part of him could feel something childish curling at the corners of his thoughts. The wolf man wasn’t some sort of side show attraction.

Van sighed at his own thoughts before pushing away any want of finding the other man. He wasn’t going to act like he was a good man but sometimes he wished he would grow up. Internally of course. Not as if anyone was around when he pulled open the door to the coffee shop. The town wasn’t the largest he had ever been in but it was one of the safer over the last few years and his coffee enjoyment had followed him since Ethiopia all those years ago. Certainly it changed over the years but there was still something enjoyable in the black decadence.

The line was quick and the coffee warm in his hand when he turned to take a seat. It wasn’t until he took in all of the faces that he recognized one. Van honestly couldn’t tell if it was the fates shinning upon him or toying with him. The very man in his thoughts sat alone and he wanted to be a better man… however it didn’t seem to be a thing. The seat across from him was open, next to the fire place and it reminded him suddenly of how Starbucks enjoyed setting things in colder regions. Taking the open seat he offered a smile at the other man and tried to stem his words but they wouldn’t stay down for long.

“You were in Paris weren’t you,” the inquiry finally bubbled up in a soft tone, trying not to poke at too many wounds. Literally or figuratively. In that moment he tried to remember if he had ever been more tactful but honestly he didn’t recall. Blunt honesty seemed to serve him better than anything else over the years.

The nostalgia that coffee shops had was a bug Dex couldn’t get away from, even back in San Francisco. Even on days he knew the apartment would be empty, he still occasionally found himself hauling his laptop and keyboard down the street to a local shop and bathing in the relaxing atmosphere. He needed something like that even more now, yet again surrounded by lycans, vampires and hybrids from all walks of life. There was a sadness he couldn’t escape now, a pain in his chest more from feeling inferior than any residual sting of silver. Lukewarm cup of black coffee in hand, Dex had been fiddling with a vocal hook for a good hour before someone else sat down.

Dex gave a nod to the stranger, acknowledging how he didn’t mind his sharing his space. He moved to move a few things around the table, condense some of the clutter he’d created over the past hour. With the other man’s words Dex’s eyes snapped up to meet his, shock and confusion making it’s way across his face. “Uh— well, yes,” he_ _stammered, slightly taken a back by the sudden change from silence to something deeply personal. “I left before the battle began. And if you knew what happened in Paris, you should know why I left.” The ending came out bitter and pained, wounds still raw even though it happened a few years ago. “I don’t remember seeing you there, though. Which means I’m—” he cut himself off, not finishing the thought. “Whatever.”

#( van )#( v1 )

sebastian:

@dexwxx

There was music playing softly in the den, spilling out of the speakers of Dex’s sound system and drifting into the kitchen without much resistance thanks to the mostly open floorplan their cabin contained. The music was something from Sebastian’s playlist, because now that David wasn’t living with them, he couldn’t be outvoted or ganged up on by the both of them. It was nice, if not a little lonely, and Sebastian would much rather cook dinner with Rihanna playing in the distance than he would trying to talk to Dex over Dance Gavin Dance.

“Are you sure you’re alright with the wedding being open invitation?” he said as he cut into an onion to add to the stir fry, picking up on a conversation they’d been having hours ago with Morrigan. “I hate thinking about this as a political statement, but even if we don’t intend for it to be one, that’s what everyone we don’t know will see it as. Having it open for everyone to come will be… diplomatic, but what if someone like Marlowe shows up?” The knife edge hit the plastic cutting board with a loud thunk on his last syllable. He’d never had another altercation with the lycan after they’d killed his driver in Glasgow, but apparently, they’d been crucial to their escape in Paris. It seemed to Sebastian that all they really liked to do was cause chaos, which wasn’t something Sebastian was particularly welcome to as a theme for their wedding.

Normally, Dex was fairly quiet when he was cooking, opting to listen to the sounds of metal against wood or plastic and whatever music he’d put on rather than speaking much. He was in the middle of hacking up a nappa cabbage, totally not bobbing his head to Desperado when Seb brought their imminent wedding up. Looking over his shoulder, he frowned slightly at his fiance’s needless worry. “I told you then, it doesn’t matter much to me,” Dex replied, setting down his knife. With a few small steps he was behind Sebastian, snaking his arms around his waist. “I just want to be married to you, I don’t care how it happens.” While he was planning to move back to finishing up his vegetables, looking down at Seb’s partially chopped onion changed his mind.

“Your cuts are so big, Jesus Christ. Let me show you.” With that he rested his left hand on Seb’s, where he’d been holding the onion down, and moved to wrap his right around Seb’s right to hold the knife with him. Guiding his hands for a few moments, Dex hummed along to the nameless song that had popped on their sound system. “See? Much better. Just like that. Now they won’t be all hard and inedible.” Letting go, he pressed a kiss to Seb’s cheek, clearly avoiding speaking about Marlowe. While they hadn’t always seen eye to eye, they’d struck up a hesitant understanding as of late. And not hearing about them or their shenanigans over the past four years was strange indeed.

#( sebastian barnett )#( sb7 )#hey lottie is this cute enough???

ashton:

Ashton mocked with a little fancy now in reply, hand twirling down to add some spice right there at their entrance announcements. “Oh yeah because I’m sure you’re very attracted by the constant snow here,” his voice snark with their banter as he handed the receptionist the logistics sheet before turning he full attention to Dex, taking a proper good look at him. “Well if you ever just casually see him around oh like in your bed or something, let him know we’ll be setting up just a really brief catch up council meeting soon.” He mimicked and leaned against the reception desk, grinning as he gave a good look over, the number of familiar faces around here was more comforting than he thought it’d be. And Dex looked good, a lot better than the last time he saw him before he left Paris. “Oh you know, same old same old, except much fucking colder here,” he shrugged, him and Astor hadn’t really changed much, a lot closer, a lot more like a family. “Yeah we three and Lili have been living here for the last four years. There’s a little coffee shop you could go grumpily make coffee again to feel nostalgic.” He laughed slightly, knowing Dex had already moved on with music, that’s one thing he’s heard about and definitely genuinely happy for the bastard. He noticed the band on his finger, that was something he did not know, perking up as he asked excitedly, “Are you guys married?” He couldn’t keep the surprised tone in his voice, just because it’s hard to imagine Dex he knew for decades getting married.

“If Seb’s in our bed, I doubt the first thing I’d mention is a council meeting,” Dex replied, eyeing Ashton all the while. Not that he was surprised that the vampire was all snark and business, considering the last time Dex probably saw him was during his little bleed-out session in Paris. Even four years later, it seemed like everyone was still edging around what had happened to him, like he was a lost boy they needed to protect from hurt. It never got less annoying. “You guys are a cute little family, huh? Lili’s lucky, she’s got two good parents and one somewhat decent one,” he joked, though if he was being honest, Ashton would be the more responsible parent between him and Astor.

With the mention of the ring on his finger, Dex felt his face heat up, breaking eye contact with Ashton to look at an interesting wall. “Uh— no, uh we’re just engaged.” Nine months, twelve days. Not that Dex was counting or anything, but the feeling of the ocean breeze in his hair and Sebastian’s hand slipping cold metal on his finger would be forever seared in his memory. The way Ashton asked the question made him wonder if they’d gone to quick, rushing into things as always. Or, from Dex’s end it was like that, considering he would of been willing to get married the very next day. “Seb wants to get married properly and shit. With everyone around. No Elvis impersonators officiating our wedding.”

#( ashton ryder )#( ar4 )

violet:

@dexwxx

At the familiar ring of the bell, Violet continued to read their book. As if they had repeated it a thousand times, and they had, they said, “ The bad romance books, the harlequin esque shit, is on that shelf. ” They gestured to a bookshelf around ten feet away from the door. “ The good books, classic lit, mostly, are towards the back of the store and the self-help books are probably somewhere in the middle of the store. Those are the heavy hitters but if you need anything else let me know. ”

Overwhelmed was the first feeling Dex had, being greeted so gruffly and bluntly. It was ironic, it almost reminded him of his own personality during his days as a barista. Trying to do other work, begrudgingly dealing with customers. “Uh— fuck,” he muttered under his breath, clearly out of his element. He was reading the few recommendations Dimitri had given him, along with a few novels of his own interest. Dex had originally planned to discretely pick up something about how to survive marriage, along with perhaps a gift for his old vampire friend as well. “What would you recommend for like... someone who’s engaged and maybe getting married soon. Along with someone who’s read like, everything under the sun.”

#( violent garczynski )#( vg1 )#idk what this is

ashton:

@dexwxx

Though he had his own home with Morri and Astor and Lili, it was only a few minutes from the main building, close by to the cabins they secured for the people coming in from the truce. As the truce still amazingly stands after four years. When they sent out the calls a lot of members turned up, but they still had a list of those unaccounted for, which was slightly troubling. Ashton had went over to the main building to check on the logistics, making sure they had what they needed as more members started strolling in. Heading inside through the main doors he stumbled upon a familiar figure, a scent he knew almost too well through his instincts to want to rip his throat out. Not so much now but back then. A grin formed on his lips, placing a hand on his hips, “And in comes Dexter Woo” His tone was light but at that back of his mind memories of Dex bleeding out, dying from the silver and everyone trying to save him. He couldn’t even remember if he spoke to him there after. “How have you been? I’m guessing Seb’s somewhere around.”

It was a large shift, moving from sunny California to the dark and cold north. Not that Dex could voice his complaints about the change, he was going to be married to a council member, after all. Wherever Sebastian went, he’d have to follow. Though, regardless of the ring around his finger, Dex probably would of come with him anyway. He’d been moving around a fair bit, unpacking boxes in their cabin, seeing the few things in the city, along with checking out the main house in the little village of cabins. It was fairly quiet, letting Dex soak in the warm of open fire and the rustic look of wood. Of course, Ashton fucking Ryder had to join his solo expedition. Though, his hatred of the vampire seemed to burn away when he woke up from his almost death. “And the great vampire Ashton Finley Ryder graces us with his presence,” Dex joked, matching his light tone. “No, I just came to snowy fucking nowhere by myself. Yeah, I think he’s back at our place. Or he might be out. I dunno, not his fucking keeper.” With that he moved to lean against one of the support beams, assuming their little catch up session wasn’t going to be brief. “How’s living with Astor? And I think Seb said Morri and her kid was living with you too.”

#( ashton ryder )#( ar4 )

@stromaintic

Perhaps it was nostalgia that brought Dex to the small cafe in the center of Tromsø, he didn’t go to any regularly when Sebastian and him were living in San Francisco. Coffee used to be something he did day in and day out, he knew how to work everything in Uncommon Grounds like the back of his hand. Even after years of being away, the subtle smell of grounds and warm milk was somewhat soothing. There was a late night atmosphere, despite the fact it was probably only three in the afternoon. Permanent darkness for three months will do that.

Waiting in a small alcove for his coffee, Dex mindlessly flipped through his phone, checking emails but not really reading him. Glancing up from his screen, he noticed a familiar outline scribbling away on a piece of paper. It took Dex three seconds to realize who it was. “Dimitri,” he called, not loudly enough to disturb the atmosphere, but enough to at least get the vampires attention. Sending the other a wave, Dex stepped out from his spot and inched closer to his long time friend. “Fuck me sideways, I guess it’s like a whole fucking reunion here. Altolusso 2.0”

#( dimitri st. romain )#( dr3 )#sorry friend this took me so fucking long

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THE FIGHTER ♱ LYCAN ♱ LEE HYUN-JAE

Every time they tell you to stay down you spit out the blood and stand back up. You’ve been playing this game all your life. They don’t realize the hardest punches you could ever take were the ones thrown by your father. There’s nothing they can do to you that hasn’t already been done.

THEN

[TW: Abuse, Alcoholism, Drug abuse, Suicidal ideation, Murder]

The first gift Dex’s father gave him was anger. The second was littering his body in blue and purple spots.

Born a bastard child, the culmination of his mother’s extramarital affair, Dex knew little love as a child. Raised in a section San Francisco that was predominantly Korean and a place where word got around fast, almost everyone could pin him as the disgrace of the Woo family. His mother, Eunji Woo, had long retracted into herself prior to Dex’s awareness of the world, her own self-punishment for her sins. This left his “father”, Richard Woo as his majority caretaker. He was not a kind, forgiving man. Beatings were consistent, especially after his father had anything to drink. There were punches, kicks, smashes; every sort of physical torture one could inflict upon a child. Often, Dex thought about death as an escape.

As he grew into adolescence, music became Dex’s salvation from his father’s drunken abuse. Through a slew of interesting, illegal, and potentially dangerous part time work, he eventually was able to scrape enough cash together to purchase a bass guitar. It was old and beat up, but it served Dex’s purposes. Everything seemed to fall away between each and every chord he played, every song he learned.

School was rough for him, much to his father’s disappointment. Dex would rather skip class and gather a small jam session, playing rock tunes louder and more aggressive than would be tasteful. He could relax lighting up a smoke, notating a new piece of sheet music. This disregard for normal social conventions eventually caused his father to kick him out of the house. It might have been the best moment in Dex’s pathetic life.

He made his way around. While he was in many bands over the years, his first, Nasty in a Bad Way, was by far his favorite. It had all of his friends, it had a great sound. He wished it could keep going forever. But, high school came to an end, therefore causing the band to split.

It wasn’t hard to find other bands for Dex. Though, being a rockstar, even in a marginal sense, isn’t all it was cracked up to be. The anger Dex had locked within himself had started to spill loose among the myriad of drugs and alcohol which surrounded him. His salvation wasn’t music at all, his salvation was killing himself in the most painful way possible.

A bandmate was the one who changed him. He went mononymously by the name Allen and could pound the life out of a drum set with a single shitty stick. If there was ever a moment where Dex wished to change, it was that. It took dying to realize he desperately wanted to live. He soothed him through the process, coaxing him with sweet words of how strong he was, how he was born for this. His memory became hazy at this point, he only gets flashes of kisses and claws and blood. Dex was fairly certain he killed the wolf who turned him in the first place.

While starting out as a singular Lycan had its difficulties, Dex had no trouble contacting a local pack. After all, if asking people nicely didn’t get you anywhere, super strength usually did the trick. His cool, relaxed air had become cold and stiff, his smiles had disappeared completely. Quite the heel-faced turn he’d made. He was a perfect candidate to fight a war.

At the beginning, Dex cared little for the reasons why he was fighting, it just mattered he had an outlet for his rage. There was so much anger inside him; for his father, his mother, his friends, music, the world. He was enraged with everything, it consumed him day and night. Soon, he found family from the once strangers who’d cursed him with eternity. Perhaps, he’d found another reason to fight as well.

There was relief and stress when the war ended. Relief, because perhaps Dex could take a vacation. Stress, because killing was his only way of coping. If Dex can’t find anywhere for that anger to go, he’ll combust from the inside out.

NOW

Squandered away from Paris, with everything played out frame by frame in newsreels and on paper, Dex was certain everything he’d loved burned. He’d made a promise, and even if it hurt like hell, he was going to keep it. As it turned out, the curse of the silver running through his veins was a blessing in disguise, making it even easier for Dex to blend in with the human population of San Francisco. With his cousin’s help, Dex was able to completely construct a fake identity for himself. He became a full time music producer and songwriter, eventually getting work with a major label. He had human co-workers and friends, an entire life that seemed eerily joyous against the backdrop of purges and experimentation. Still, it was hard to be unhappy with a gold band around his finger and a warm body in his bed.

Connections

THE SOLDIER: Your paths had crossed long, long ago. You were the Lycan they could not kill, the enemy that would not quit. The moment you refused to fall to their fists was the moment it became personal. They would hunt you to the ends of the Earth if that’s what it took, and for a few years that was exactly what the two of you did. You always got away, somehow. It’s not running if you make sure they follow, it’s just a part of the game. For some reason, they were called away from the hunt. A shame, in your mind.

THE CLEANER: They watch you with a cool indifference, taking bets on how long it’ll finally take you to lose it. You’ve dealt with many people like this in your life, people just waiting for you to explode. It’s just your nature to fight, to take the harder path through life. You were surprised when they began to lecture you, when they accused you of being wasted potential. Their words were harsh, but not without meaning. They wanted you to see who you could be, if only you tried.

The Fighter is taken.

#( timeskip start )#( biography )

♱ A LOT CAN HAPPEN IN A SHORT TIME ♱

#( timeskip start )#&& it's been a long time coming ⟪ headcanons ⟫#more stuff will be added as plotted

ashton:

“Hey I had a few good ones..” Ashton started to grumble under his breath, having had a pretty good run not counting Dex. Assassinations, intel, troops and strategies, just that Dex has been at the front row seats of his failures. Most people here were sadly. They’ve probably heard but so far in Altolusso he doubts he’s ever really proven himself in that field, maybe that’s a good thing. At least Margot fully believed in him at one point. He had to roll his eyes at the comment, almost capable of a light flush thinking about the night before leaving for Paris- but the point is it doesn’t matter if Astor mind or nor, Ashton was confident he wouldn’t mind. He shook his head lightly, “He doesn’t need to worry even more than he already is right now.” Unloading all this wasn’t going to do anyone any good.Listening to Dex’s thoughts was probably better than wallowing in his own, he was pretty thankful for a shift, or at the very least someone to talk to without sparring. Ironically that someone being the one person Ashton’s fought the most.

He nodded, looking to him with empathy, thinking that if Astor came, it would’ve been for the same reason and they’d end up in the same scenario. “Seb’s pretty busy huh, I doubt Romulus is going to let him off anything easy,” ironic for the fact that Romulus doesn’t seem that confident in his son. “Hey it’s fine, good to just bitch it out really. Plus it’s nice to listen to other people’s problem, listening to yours makes me feel better about mind,” Ashton scoffed with the joke. “Maybe just break into his room and hide there, he’s bound to come back in there some times every day. And at least you don’t really have to train with Dev.” Considering the way he fights Dex is probably good for whatever’s coming.

Eyebrows raised at Ashton’s comment, Dex clearly not buying the excuse the other was trying to give him. Though, it wasn’t as if Dex could claim to be the patron saint of talking about his feelings to Sebastian. He’d made a real effort these past few weeks, but often he felt he was hiding more than he was sharing. Maybe that would change some day, a few years from now they were still miraculously together. “If he loves you, he’s worried regardless of if you talk to him or not. Probably more if you don’t.” Trying to speculate on their relationship would be pointless, Dex knew little about whatever the fuck they seemed to see in one another.

“Secretly dating the lycan heir has it’s downsides, I guess. I just—” Even if Dex had told Sebastian over and over he didn’t mind, really it was for his boyfriend’s peace of mind, it didn’t make it any less frustrating. He just wanted their relationship to be easy, to be open, tell everyone the reason behind his brighter eyes and subtle smiles. “I wish it wasn’t such a big deal all the time. And it’s so stupid, when there are couples who actually need the truce.” His thoughts traveled to Darcy and his wife, how if he had indulged in his own selfishness he could screw up life for all sorts of people. “Breaking and entering? Super romantic,” he laughed, but Ashton’s slightly idiotic idea wasn’t all that bad. It’d be a cute surprise, unless anyone else besides Seb came in. “Dev? You call the lycan boogeyman Dev? You’ve got more balls than I fucking took you for. Talk about someone who’ll beat you within an inch of your life.”

#( ashton ryder )#( ar3 )

stella:

She wanted him to fight, to stop lying on the ground and throw the vitriol right back, coffee shop atmosphere be damned. But instead he was choking out words, cheek an angry red where the bruise would no doubt take hold, and heaven forbid if she felt just a little bit of pity for him. He’d been shot, that much was obvious, taken the bullet for Sebastian, and those kinds of injuries didn’t just fade away. But what the fuck was she supposed to think? It wasn’t going to be pity, not even if it started to creep up the longer he looked disoriented. She didn’t want to see her nephew get shot and she sure as shit didn’t want to see someone she dared to call a friend end up the same way. It was a Catch-22 and for whatever reason Dex’d seen fit to put her through it anyways. “I’m so glad to hear that you went and saw your boyfriend after your little magic trick.” She didn’t offer him a hand up, letting him sort out the injury of his own accord. “Really warms my heart.”

The problem wasn’t that she was the last person to know the secret (well maybe just a part of it was). The problem was that she knew Dex. She’d seen him at arguably some of his lowest points, and while he could claim the same honor she was the only one who was family. Maybe some day she’d see it as a positive, that there was someone willing to die for her nephew, but right now her veins were humming with too many emotions to distinguish anything from the anger. “I wasn’t worried jackass. I was-” Her voice finally lowered an octave, “It clearly doesn’t matter now. Congratulations on your second chance, or whatever the fuck this is.”

“You’re angry.” It was an obvious statement, considering Stella had pretty much attempted to start a physical brawl in front of some unfortunate bystanders. Though, Dex hadn’t heard a word spat with so much vitriol as his friend (if they were even that— if they were ever that) did saying the word boyfriend. “What the fuck was I supposed to tell you?” It was loud, full of emotion and upset, heart still raw from the brief moments he’d spent with Sebastian before. Grasping the leg of an unused chair, Dex pulled himself up off the cold floor, legs wobbling all the way up. “Yeah, I know your nephew? He might be at my place now? Because we’re in a secret relationship? I love him?” Onlookers might be horribly confused at the interaction, but Dex couldn’t bring himself to care too much. Especially when he was leaving. “You would of disapproved of it even if I told you in the beginning. You would of tried to talk him out of it, into leaving me. And when that didn’t work; I don’t wanna think about what you’d do.”

He made a lot of assumptions, that was certain. They were meant to hurt her really, if Dex could he’d just forget that words existed and would of knocked her into next week. With strength diminished and his healing more fucked than he was, vile words was all he had to defend himself. “Oh? What were you then?” Honestly, Dex wasn’t too sure. He’d known Stella for years, that was true, but all of this was new. They weren’t the type who shared how they felt at all. Pained laughter escaped his lips as Dex leaned against a wall, legs already tired from propping himself up for only a few minutes. “Thanks. I don’t think you’re actually fucking congratulating me for anything. But I appreciate the fake sentiment anyway.”

#( stella barnett )#( stb2 )#lmao sorry this took seven years

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