Lachlan Dunn

I created the sound of madness Wrote the book on pain Somehow I'm still here To explain That the darkest hour never comes in the night

[riseup-lachlan]

Outside of Town || Lachlan + Mathis

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He’d like to say that most of the night they finally started their life together was a complete blur due to alcohol and panic, but the truth was, at times he could recall a large portion of it with shocking clarity. It wasn’t always the good parts that he could remember, either. Often times the horrors of what had happened were all he could see. The panic that had settled in his bones the moment someone had come looking for him in his destroyed club and the sick feeling that had twisted in his guts had never truly left him. His mind liked to cling to the worst parts of his life and show them to him as though it was a never-ending rerun of a bad horror film. His vampire mind was a steel trap of knowledge and memories. How fortunate he was that he could remember every painful moment of his near century and a half. 

He had to force himself to focus on the better parts of his life, though they were far more current with the change in his and Mathis’ relationship. His happiness had taken a steady uptick since their relationship had gone from employer and employee to boyfriends. There was no denying that Lachlan had fallen hard for the crazy witch with the weird magic and the sharp blue eyes. He couldn’t honestly remember a time when he was happier than when he got to be with Mathis. 

Their relationship wasn’t just physical, though, for the first few hours of their initial meeting, that was not clear. Lachlan let himself lose himself in Mathis the second the man’s lips wrapped around him. His multicolor eyes focused on the beautiful sight of his boyfriend between his legs and enjoyed every single sensation the young witch pulled from him. Ghost white fingers threaded through raven colored hair directing motions as much as encouraging them. 

The groan he let out when Mathis let go of him and got up was louder than the little sounds of pleasure he gave him. Lachlan was, by nature a quiet individual, but he did know how to protest when he didn’t like something. Losing Mathis mouth was certainly something to protest. Though it fell away as he watched the witch remove the rest of the clothing he wore. Lachlan always liked to watch Mathis rid himself of his clothing, it was hurried and sporadic, no rhyme or reason to it, but it was because it was impatient. He liked to see the level of desire reflected in the witches behavior. If he hadn’t already been rid of his own clothing he’d be in a similar state of impatience. As it was all he could really do was watch from his potion and be rewarded for his patience when the two of them finally came together. 

Fingers gripped Mathis' hips, the hold strong and firm, preventing him from moving more than he already had. Lachlan took a moment to get used to the tightness around him, to breath in the scent to pair of them had created within the room and to listen to the heartbeat of his lover as it pushed a rush of blood through his body. It was a primal moment and the beast inside him snarled with desire and want, not just for the body of the witch but for the blood as well. He could smell it as well as taste it without so much as a drop being spilled. His grip tightened, bruising likely with the hold he had as he began to move the pair together. 

[riseup-lachlan]

Outside of Town || Lachlan + Mathis

[riseup-lachlan]

mathis-savoie:

In spite of the weight carried by the Savoie name, Mathis had never given any serious thought to changing it. Perhaps he’d picked his own uphill battle in that regard but his dealings with the greater magical community had only caused him to be strangely proud of his family’s dark history. At least he could own their mistakes, unlike so many other families that sought to hide or deny their own problems. Still, it was objectively for the better that his son didn’t share his surname, and with some levity he was able to admit, “Well, it would probably make it easier to find a job…” Not that he didn’t thoroughly enjoy his current gig at the distillery. It had just been a process to find employment anywhere within the city much less the old quarter, and telling that only a foreigner had welcomed him without preconceptions or reservations.

Mathis’ boss, Laslow, was one of the few that knew of Lachlan’s existence and the nature of Mathis’ relationship with him. It was a secret he hadn’t managed to keep for long where the older witch was concerned, though initially he’d tried, fearful of what the response would be. He’d since learned than the man had secrets of his own, and the trust between them was deep, feeling almost almost conspiratorial at times. Their controversial views would be enough to land them both in quite a lot of trouble if word ever got out - to say nothing of the Savoie’s current conduct. But consequences were the furthest thing from Mathis’ mind as he got increasingly tangled up with his boyfriend. Eventually they managed to move past the door he was happily pinned against, but not before another kiss that let his lips throbbing and raw.

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Lachlan didn’t like to think about the time before and leading up to his and Mathis’ joining. It was possibly the darkest moment in Lachlan’s history. Lachlan’s life was riddled with strife and conflict, loss and sadness. He was no stranger to painful endings, but the time he spent with the hunters on the outskirts of Chicago, watching as his boyfriend met the fate he was sure would be his as well. He mourned the loss of his boyfriend, the sweet man from the wrong side of the track. The man Lachlan never expected to meet on a random excursion to make his club friendly for the humans that frequented it. He missed his boyfriend, but it was a different kind of missing that it had been when it had occurred. 

They hadn’t been together all that long, so he could hardly say he loved him, not like he could say he loved Mathis, but he stilled missed him. He still missed seeing him and talking to him. Knowing that he lived and the other hadn’t was more than he could bear at times. Guilt was a wound that never seemed to heal properly. It would split open and seep without any warning at all. One wrong move and all the healing he’d done would be undone. He tried not to think about his time with the hunters because the thoughts and memories of their torture could be debilitating. When Lachlan says Mathis was the light at the end of the tunnel, they aren’t just words meant to lull the other into a sense of love and contentment. They were truthful and real. Mathis had been the one to find him when he’d escaped. Mathis had been the one to heal him, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Lachlan was alive because of Mathis.

He landed on the bed, his arm bracing himself at Mathis' ear and smirked at the quip about the bed. They had indeed run into a few beds in their time together that made far more noise than they did. He always felt a little bad afterword for the people on the other side of the wall, but at the moment, he rarely mustered the worry to wonder what others thought about their escapades. It was none of their business. He did, however, appreciate the quietness of the bed because it meant he could focus on his boyfriend and nothing else. Which was always far easier to do than anything else in his life. 

They spent so much time talking on the phone or through text, but never in person. Their lives had taken them on different paths and only when they made time did those paths cross. Lachlan sat up to remove the jacket he wore. Most would think it was a standard issue vintage motorcycle jacket, but the truth was, it was authentic for the time period it came from and one of the very few possessions Lachlan had that he would never leave behind. It slid from his shoulders and he tossed it away. His shirt went shortly after that through his own doing, though he barely noticed his own actions. His focus locked on the deeply rich skin of the handsome man under him. Lachlan’s fingers danced along the warm skin, feeling the pull of the muscles as they moved. 

His focus didn’t last long where it was, finding his position changing with the speed of Mathis’ mind. His hands, suddenly free of their exploitations fell to the side, fingers wrapping in the sheets to brace himself when he found himself completely on his back. He groaned softly when the weight of the other left his body but it changed from one of frustration to one of pleasure the second the hand wrapped around him. Lachlan’s fingers found their way into the unruly and dark hair of the boy between his legs, fingers twisting into the locks, holding tightly as his hips bucked in response to Mathis’ mouth. 

[riseup-lachlan]

wtf - something they do that hurts themselves

You know, if you asked Mathis, I’m sure he could give you a laundry list of this I do that hurt myself. I torture myself by dating a mortal.. He’ll grow old and die and I will live on without him eventually. I’d say that's plenty enough hurt and it's all self-inflicted.

[riseup-lachlan]

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

There are few things I can’t forgive so, probably. 

[riseup-lachlan]

wtf is wrong 1

I’ve been told by my boyfriend that I’m too shy and too self-deprecating. I suppose he’s right. 

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WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY CHARACTER? (an ask game!)

Understanding a character’s flaws is key to making them well-rounded and believable, so send me a number (and a character, if there’s more than one option) and I’ll tell you:

a trait they have too much of  (ex. too much pride = arrogance)

a trait they don’t have enough of (ex. too little pride = insecurity)

a trait they express in the wrong way

a trait they’re ashamed of

a trait they’re not ashamed of (but maybe should be)

a bad habit

something they do that hurts themself

something they do that hurts others

a reason (or excuse) they haven’t improved on any of the above OR

a way that they are improving on any of the above!

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vaguely nsfw asks

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

3. Are you a virgin?

4. Are you in a relationship?

5. Are you in love?

6. Are you single this year?

7. Can you commit to one person?

8. Describe your crush

9. Describe your perfect mate

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

11. Do you ever want to get married?

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

13. Do you get jealous easily?

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

15. Do you have any piercings?

16. Do you have any tattoos?

17. Do you like kissing in public?

20. Do you shower every day?

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

43. How long was your longest relationship?

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

47. How old are you?

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

55. Share a relationship story.

56. State 8 facts about your body

57. Things you want to say to an ex

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

64. What is your definition of cheating?

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

68. What is your sexual orientation?

69. What turns you off?

70. What turns you on?

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

83. Who was your first kiss with?

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

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Pls I’m so bored… LOVE ME

[riseup-lachlan]

Outside of Town || Lachlan + Mathis

[riseup-lachlan]

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These meetings were risky but ever since they had found one other, no so-called authority on heaven or earth had managed to keep them apart. Mathis wouldn’t hear a word about how he didn’t have to live like this because, according to him he didn’t have to, he got to. Head over heels for the vampire in his arms (who had to travel so much further than he did to meet him), his relationship with Lachlan was one of the very best things in his life. It was just unfortunate that it wasn’t the only thing in his life or Mathis never would’ve returned to New Orleans. Among other reasons, it was hardly his first choice to live in a place that only allowed them to see each other for a night or two at a time, but he was hopeful things would change soon. So hopeful, in fact, that he could scarcely contain his excitement tonight, much less keep it to himself.

Their rude commentator reminded the witch that they weren’t behind closed doors - yet. It wasn’t something that had ever seemed to bother Lach, but in spite of being the more outgoing of the two, Mathis had always shied away from public displays of affection. He’d said once that he didn’t like the way people stared, but he had grown more comfortable with things like simple hand-holding, allowing the other to lead him into the small reception. He was blushing, either from the encounter in the parking lot or the surprised look on the clerk’s face, but given his dusky complexion it was easy to miss. Lach would likely be the only one to notice as Mathis avoided eye contact with him (which only ever made it worse), allowing him to do all the talking up to the point that he gave his ‘name.’

At that, the witch  immediately burst out laughing but hid it the best he could behind a staged coughing spell. Slipping his hand from Lach’s, he mumbled something about needing to get something from the car and halfway to the door realized that was actually true. His phone was still somewhere in the parking lot, and he needed to grab his bag. So he went outside to do precisely that, locking up the car after getting what he needed from it and heading up the steps to their room. He’d caught the number while they were checking in, and when Lachlan made it upstairs to unlock the door he’d find Mathis leaning against it, waiting for him and grinning like the devil, “I don’t remember taking your last name…” He bit his bottom lip, half-thoughtful, half-suggestive as amusement danced bright in his eyes.

He was holding his backpack by the top loop in one hand but reached for the front of Lach’s leather jacket with the other, trying to tug him back in. Should be be successful, their second kiss was slower, sweeter, deeper. Deliberate and exploratory rather than desperate and rushed, he was reluctant to disentangle himself from his boyfriend even long enough to let him unlock the door. But there was only so far things could go in the breezeway, and with a sigh, Mathis eventually pulled back and then stepped out of the way. Shouldering the strap of his backpack, his eyes drifted up and down his lover’s lean frame. There was so much he wanted to tell him but the words just wouldn’t come. Then again, there would be time for talking later… There always was, once certain distractions were out of the way.

The quick rush of blood through Mathis system that heated his cheeks was easily missed by anyone but the vampire in the room. Not only could he hear the quickness of his boyfriend's heart as it sped up to push the blood through the veins at a quicker pace, but he could smell it. The sweet, magic-infused blood was a bouquet of delicate flavors that tantalized the blond. He said and did nothing to indicate that he had noticed the changes but he didn’t need to. Mathis knew, which was part of why he wasn’t looking at anything or anyone in particular. 

A smile cracked Lachlan’s lips when he heard Mathis laugh. It was a brilliant sound, one that would have made Lachlan’s heart beat a bit faster if the organ that dwelled inside his ribcage were still capable. Mathis’ laugh gave Lachlan life. Though, truthfully, Mathis gave Lachlan life. All of him, not just his laugh. This boy, with the sharp features and the brilliant eyes, had pulled Lachlan from his darkest hours. He had been a beacon of hope and light and love. It as more than Lachlan truly deserved from anyone. he put up no argument when Mathis mumbled about getting things from the car, simply turned to finish checking in. 

He slipped the keycard and the keys to his bike into the pocket of his leather jacket and thanked the clerk before following Mathis out. Mathis had already collected his things from the Jetta and vacated the parking lot in the time it had taken Lach to get the keys from the clerk. Lach allowed himself a moment to grab the small bag he’d stuffed into his side saddle and then headed up the stairs to let the both of them into the room. A smile graced his lips at Mathis comment but he gave no explanation for the change in his name. The Savoie name carried for more weight than either of them liked to admit so it was easier to drop that last name sometimes. “Maybe one day we’ll change that,” he said cheekily. 

There had been a time, not too long ago, that Lachlan had considered turning Mathis so that they could be together for eternity, but the fates had intervened and their lives had taken a drastic left turn without their say so. He wasn’t a fan of the curve they’d been thrown, but he was making the best of it, because he knew how important it was for Mathis to be around. New Orleans was a dangerous town, but there were reasons Mathis had to stay and he supported his boyfriend in the mature choice he had made. 

His hand, the one not holding his own bag slid into the thick locks of Mathis' hair as he deepened the kiss. He liked the slower, less hurried kiss. It gave him the opportunity to reacquaint himself with his lover. He didn’t want to let go of him or break the kiss, but eventually, they did need to migrate into their room. That was after all why they got a room in the first place. The key slid into the slot, the light flashed and the locked clicked. A second, that was all it took to get the door open. Lachlan’s hand reached for Mathis’ shirt, tugging him with more strength that was exactly needed and dragging him into the room and into another kiss. 

The door shut and his bag fell to the ground allowing him to wrap both arms around Mathis' neck. The height difference between the two was barely noticeable but there was still a slight dip to Mathis back as Lachlan pulled him into their third and most private kiss. In the privacy of their own room, Lachlan didn’t need to hold back or worry about others seeing them. He didn’t need to worry about Mathis feeling scrutinized by watchful and judgemental eyes. 

[riseup-lachlan]

Outside of Town || Lachlan + Mathis

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There had been a commotion outside his Algiers apartment building just before six in the morning but Mathis hadn’t given much thought to it till he was staring at the naked tires where his Jetta’s hubcaps used to be. Why anyone would bother stealing $80 hubcaps was beyond him. Unfortunately, he only knew the hubcaps to be worth $80 (that is, a princely $20 each) because this was the second time they’d gone missing. The dirty, gas station-issue crack pipe that had rolled under his front bumper told him all he really needed to know about both his pre-dawn Robin Hood and the odds of ever seeing his wheel covers again. Sighing, he’d just stood and brushed the dirt from his jeans. Any other day, he might’ve worried about finding replacements. Today, he had better things to do.  

Today, he was twenty-three years old. His birthday wasn’t a cause for any particular celebration, but it was a good excuse to take the weekend off work. Recovering from shutting down the distillery the night before (as much as any bar in the French Quarter ever really closed), the Savoie rejoined the living some time around two and had spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready. Knowing it would only make him even more anxious if he arrived in Biloxi too early, he’d managed to stretch taking a shower and packing a duffel bag into a full five-hour process. As soon as the worst of the rush hour traffic had abated, he was on the road, humming and tapping along to songs on the radio that he wasn’t truly listening to, counting down the mile markers and street signs till at last the inn came into view.

It was nothing fancy, but then, it didn’t need to be. Its proximity to the beach was a perk but for at least the next twenty-four hours Mathis didn’t expect to care much about the murky blue waters of the gulf (or much of anything on the other side of a too-thin motel door). His car’s headlights swept across a solitary figure at the far end of the parking lot, his phone chimed, and his heart skipped a beat. Later, he wouldn’t remember pulling his parking brake or killing the engine but the keys made it safely into his pocket as he scrambled out of the cab - unlike his phone that slipped from his gloved fingers and tumbled to the asphalt. If he even noticed, he definitely did not care. He closed the distance between Lachlan and himself in record time to half-hug, half-tackle the vampire.

He might’ve even managed to knock him back a step, in spite of Lachlan’s superior strength. Then again, perhaps Mathis had some element of surprise on his side. He wasn’t usually particularly demonstrative in public (nor prone to great bursts of speed), but he’d waited too long to see the blond to not kiss him till he was short on breath… Eventually, a  rude passerby suggested that they get a room, and startling slightly, Mathis pulled back - though really only as much as was needed to momentarily hide his face, run a hand through his hair and give a self-conscious laugh, “Workin’ on it…” But then his eyes found Lach’s and his sheepish grin faltered, becoming something more real in that moment. He looked for a long moment into the face he’d missed so much, then slowly laced their fingers as he mused, “I mean, it’s not the worst idea… Shall we?”

Before he could even put the phone back in his pocket a pair of headlights hit his eyes and a Jetta pulled into the drive of the little motel they had picked to be their destination. They changed it up every time, the fear being that someone could catch on and lay in wait for one of them. There were enough dangerous creatures out there that would happily see both of them dead just for existing. They couldn’t be too careful about their meetups. 

They weren’t doing anything wrong, truthfully. They were just two guys in love. It was what other couples did, unfortunately for Lachlan and Mathis, their lives were lived in the shadows a bit more starkly than others. Mathis, in all honesty, didn’t need to live this way, but Lachlan... well, is life was the shadows. Under the cover of night, a vampire had to creep, hidden from the world. The hunters still sought to kill any they could and it had become his mission to stay off the hunter's radars. He ran a club up in Ontario and never stepped out of line. The beast that kept him hidden also stayed hidden. 

The phone was barely in his back pocket before Lachlan’s arms were full of a sturdy witch. Those arms wrapped effortlessly and without thought around Mathis and pulled him tight against him. They only saw each other a few times a month so the rest of the time was spent missing him. The kiss, though hurried and eager brought Lachlan to a standstill. He’d taken just a slight step back when Mathis crashed into him, but he corrected himself as his hand slid into Mathis’ thick hair and his lips collided with the others. 

He didn’t even notice the passerby, to caught up in the kiss Mathis had for him. It was rare that his boyfriend felt the need to show affection in an overt and public display. Lachlan hardly cared though. He’d missed Mathis as much, it seemed, as Mathis had missed him. When the kiss ended and Mathis ducked his head Lach couldn’t help find it adorable. His fingers threaded through Mathis’ and he nodded. “Yeah, let's go do that. I put in the reservation. We just need the keys.” 

Lach tugged on Mathis’ hand a bit to get him to move and steered them in the direction of the tiny office, which wasn’t too far away from them. He put it under his last name but Mathis’ first name. The last name of Savoie just drew too much attention as Lachlan had noticed. 

[riseup-lachlan]

Outside of Town || Lachlan + Mathis

The voice mail Mathis had left on his phone only hours ago had served to shock and terrify him all in a matter of seconds. The range of emotions he’d gone through simply because of a single sentence had not been one of his finer moments, but he wasn’t willing to admit that to anyone but himself. Mathis certainly didn’t need to know that a simple statement about meeting someone could force Lachlan into a dizzying panic so strong he’d had to listen to the voice mail three more times before the sick feeling in his stomach finally abated. 

The whole message had been so much better than Lachlan had first realized but it had taken him some time to process what it was his boyfriend was saying. The final I love you at the end, though, that sent a completely different twisting through his body. He’d once heard it explained as butterflies. Perhaps that was an appropriate explanation, though the idea of having butterflies in his stomach was not all that appealing. 

It’d taken him three days to get from the edge of the Canadian border down to a town just outside of New Orleans. He wasn’t willing to attempt to cross the border into that particular city. Not now, not ever. Not even for the man he loved. Lachlan had already come face to face with a set of hunters when he lived in Chicago he was none too eager to do it again. Mathis was sadly on his own in the town of terror. Lachlan could only stay nearby and wait for Mathis to join him. 

He pulled the bike into a spot at the little motel. Not the nicest place around but it served it’s purpose and was decent looking. The main thing was that their curtains were nice and dark, allowing for a vampire to stay safe in the daytime. A daylight ring was a rare thing for his kind and showing off that he had one was not on his agenda. Besides, sleeping during the day was still very much something he needed regardless of his ability to actually stand in the daylight. 

With the engine killed on the bike and the kickstand down, Lachlan pulled the helmet from his head. He slid from the bike allowing him to set the helmet on the seat so that he could run a hand through his hair. Trying to tame the wild blonde locks was never easy after several hours in a sweaty helmet so instead, he pulled it back and tied it in a small pony. After he’d situated himself a bit in the parking lot, he pulled the phone from his back pocket and sent a message to Mathis. 

[[Text]]: Here.

@mathis-savoie

[riseup-lachlan]

💍: Have they ever been engaged before? What broke it off if so?

I haven’t. I came close a bit ago but life got in the way. There are other ways to bind yourself to someone, though. Marriage isn’t the most important thing. 

[riseup-lachlan]

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

Honestly, that’s between myself and my boyfriend but thanks for asking. 

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World Views/Experiences †: Did they come from a religious family/culture? ☩: Do they practice any sort of religion? If so, is it the same as their family’s? 📿: Have they ever had a supernatural experience? 💣: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? 💊: Have they ever dabbled in drugs? If so, what kinds? ☣: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run? 💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility? ✪: Have they ever let a rare opportunity slip them by?

Locations 🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? 💧: Are there any places they avoid? If so, why? 🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion? 💋: Where did they have their first kiss? Do they remember who it was with? 🌟: Do they have any places they want to go before they die? For what reasons do they want to go there? 🌙: Where is the most unusual place they’ve fallen asleep at?

People ✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them? 👊: Have they ever been involved in a physical fight? 💞: What was their first love like? 💔: Have they ever had their heart broken? If so, why or how did it happen? 💍: Have they ever been engaged before? What broke it off if so? 💛: Have they have sex? If not, are there any personal reasons why?

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sex+romance headcanons!

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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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Faceclaim: Dominic Sherwood

Full Name: Lachlan Dunn Occupation: Nightclub Owner Species: Vampire Age: 140

Eye Color: Blue with a half brown eye Hair Color: Blonde Height: 6'0 Weight: 200 lbs.

Personality: Lachlan is softspoken and gentle. He is a man who has seen and felt truly awful things and has set out to never be responsible for someone else experiencing such horrors and pain. He is generous and kind, selfless and giving. He opens his life and his doors to those in need and asks no questions. He remembers what it was like for him when he had no one to help him and nothing to his name and so he offers his own kind of charity to those in need. He never expects anything in return. He’s not an overly positive creature, always hoping for the best but expecting the worst. Self-esteem has always been something Lachlan struggles with, but it’s getting better as he gets older and makes more meaningful connections.

History: Being an orphan in the last quarter century of the 1800’s was not an easy thing to be. Lachlan Dunn did not have an easy life growing up. Truthfully, easy was and for the most part still is not a word anyone would use to describe Lachlan’s life. He’s strong both in body and mind only because there is no other way to be. He’s never known a quiet normal life. From the moment he was born, Lachlan was on his own.

Abandoned on the steps of a little church, Lachlan grew up carrying his weight and making sure his debt to the nuns who had taken him in was paid. Over and over again, he paid his debt to the church and the little orphanage. He wasn’t the only one in the little orphanage but sometimes, it felt like he was. He was shy and quiet and often alone. He didn’t really fit in nor did he try. He bided his time and kept his head down. It was easier that way. He knew it would make the transition out of that place easier when the time came, which of course it did.

While growing up, Lachlan did have one friend. Just the one. A boy by the name of Bryden. Where Lachlan was shy and quiet, Bryden was loud and dominating. The two shouldn’t have been friends. Everything about them was night and day, yet the pair found a common ground in their desire to be free of the tiny orphanage in southern Australia. The pair made up elaborate ideas and designed maps of how to get away and never come back. Once 17 and aged out of the system, they did just that. They left with what little they had (and it was very little) and never looked back.

For Bryden, life was cut short, for Lach life was extended. Over the course of his nearly a century and a half, Lachlan has often wondered why it was him that was pulled from the fire that killed his friend and turned into a vampire, but the wondering only served to send the already moody vampire into a deep pit of despair. He remembers very little of the incident that forced him into this unnatural life, and what he does remember, he does not talk about. It’s not a good memory and he prefers to leave it in the past where it belongs.

Leaving Australia was possibly the second best thing that ever happened to him. He explored the world with what little he had on him, sleeping in little shakes and closed off areas. Anywhere away from the sun. Earning money when he could and collecting experiences. It took him decades to find the desire to settle down and when he did, he chose a tiny spot on the outskirts of Chicago where he set up a little nightclub. It was focused primarily on creatures of the night offering a safe haven for those looking to feast without risk. While he owned the tiny club, he did something that would forever change the course of his life and would eventually be propelled to the top of his best thing to ever happen to him list.

In need of help for the bar, Lachlan took an interview with a witch with little knowledge in tending bar but enough to get by. This witch, handsome and bright, was not one Lachlan expected to truly find himself caught up with, but that does always seem to be the case. It was inconsequential, however, as both of them seemed to be rather taken. He with his boyfriend of several months and the witch with his socialite girlfriend. It was an infatuation that Lachlan never saw coming to fruition.

One night, in the midst of a feud, Lachlan’s life took a turn for the worse. His club was ransacked and him and his boyfriend captured by hunters. The goal was to make an example out of the pair, to send a message to the city of Chicago and to the vampire community. The goal was only half achieved. His boyfriend was killed, gruesome and terrible, right in front of him, but Lachlan managed to get himself free. He fled the place he was being held, made his way back to his place to collect his things and get out. He couldn’t stick around. Not after what had happened. While there, the witch stumbled upon him. The man offered his help in healing him and then, when it was all over, left with Lachlan.

Two years have passed since the night they vanished from the streets of Chicago. Though their time spent traveling was cut short by an unexpected obligation of Mathis’, they have remained in contact never once leaving each other on their own for longer than a few weeks. Lachlan stays nearby when he comes to visit, not willing to give up on the man he fell in love with, but the fact that he can not go where Mathis is bugs him more than he’s willing to admit. When he’s not down in Louisiana, Lachlan spends much of his time North, in Canada where he owns a couple of nightclubs. He’s more careful now, remaining more hands-off than he was before and keeping his policies far more strict so as not to attack the attention of hunters.

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Dominic Sherwood in “The Rat” vol.7 

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Dominic Sherwood in Katie Welch’s ‘Au Revoir’ music video