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wait. wait. sorry im still thinking about connie from admin and this is mostly just for me. but. bighud coming into the office one day wearing sunglasses and everyone’s like whoa man what happened to you and connie from admin is trying not to eavesdrop but later on she passes bighud in the hallway and puts a hand on his arm and gently asks if he’s okay and bighud sighs and pulls down his glasses slightly and there’s bruising around his eye. he admits he got into a little fight and he’s trying to smile but it’s making him wince. don’t worry though i beat his ass, i grew up mma fighting, remember? this is nothing, i’m goodddd mami. and connie’s like you shouldn’t be fighting in the first place. you need to ice your eye. and what if you have a concussion. and ofc bighud’s like it’s fine it’s fine. it’s kinda sexy though right? and connie’s like no obviously not but she’s red in the cheeks
connie from admin drops an ice pack off at his desk later (which she may or may not have gotten from her lunch bag and popped in the freezer)
they don’t say anything. bighud sits at his desk with the ice pack over his eye. connie pretends to forget to ask for it back.
putting this out here because I've been thinking of it thoroughly however I want to write other things first, and thus this is the most efficient method of expelling this thought from my body,,,
Priest x Vampire.
I quite like the idea of two men who grew up together, in a very catholic-victorian esque time era, suffering repression of their sexuality. As they grow older, one only becomes more and more chaste - he struggles with his emotions, or it feels like his lack thereof. There's not a woman who catches his eye. Meanwhile, the other man feels like he's losing his mind. He can see it so clearly in their friendship. They're meant to be more, aren't they? But then he disappears.
Everyone assumes he's dead, eventually, and the man who was once his best friend becomes cold and lonely; he can't bring himself to marriage, maybe it's just his grief, but truly, there's still not a woman he loves, so a vow of celibacy and the duties of a friar suit him better.
The friar falls deeper into fanaticism without his old friend to ground him, and he climbs ranks, and builds something of a reputation. People find it enrapturing when he speaks. His only love is his faith (or rather, it was the only love he was ever allowed to express). His hair grows peppery and grey.
But that old friend of his didn't die all those years ago. It's complicated, but it led him down quite a comfortable road. He lives the life of something of a pirate, a vagabond, a plunderer, and more interestingly, a vampire. The night he disappeared was the night he turned, and he couldn't stay.
The church hated vampires, monsters, whatever his kind were. Always unholy, always unwelcome. He was Satan-spawn now, and soulless, and belonged in hell. And maybe he fell in with the wrong crowd, robbing and killing and drinking from the innocent, but if he was already evil, why did it matter?
In that way, he also becomes more comfortable with his sexuality; if existing is a great sin, then loving a man is child's play. Through the decades, he learns plenty about himself, and becomes increasingly more comfortable with the idea of being completely, utterly, morally repugnant by standards of the Church, and even by standards at large.
Some of it's good for him, but some of it is definitely morally dubious, to say the least.
All of that to say, someday, the friar finds himself in the midst of an awful raid - a group of monsters are helping themselves to the church's wealth, and there's nothing he can do but hide and pray. He hears footsteps prowling about the corner, and he begs his god more.
But then he sees him - that old face, those eyes, unmistakable, even when blood red, and the friar calls out a name the vampire hasn't heard in decades.
It's him, they both realize.
Oh no my poor writer brain is fighting the urge to over explain everything vs just keep it simple!!!
yet another idea … lifeguard! jj ?? 😝😝
Should I... update my fics?
So uh. Are we gonna talk about how from afar Soren’s bloodied face looks sort of like the after effects of dark magic. Or.
you can’t make this shit up