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[melsworldofmusesarchived]

surprise starter for @trageadies​

Ethan was a patient man; he could wait for something for a long time - with confidence, he could claim longer than anyone. But he’d be damned to say that this stand-off between himself and Payne had been eating away at him, breaking down his patience as well as his will and self control. Their flirtatious back and forth only added to the attraction and...intimate tension that made itself known pretty much from the first moment he met her at the bar - a place he really didn’t seem to belong. That night he decided to act on the idea of change, to do something he normally wouldn’t (within reason), and it was perhaps the best decision he has ever made - perhaps in his entire life - as it lead to inducting Payne into his life. 

His affection and admiration for her only grew when he discovered she was a mother - while the child did not belong to her biologically, Ethan would be the last one to argue the maternity of the little girl; Payne was her mother, there was nothing that could nor would change that. Being a parent himself (despite the rocky relationship with both of his children, one more so than the other), Ethan had a special place in his heart for children (particularly little Nadia the more time he spent with her, taking his job as her babysitter quite seriously and close to heart) and seeing Payne with her child would’ve made his heart skip beats if the organ had any rhythm to it. 

He extended the offer for Payne to stay, if not for the night then just a little while, as Nadia had been sleeping when she arrived to pick up the child. With the youngling tucked in and fast asleep, Ethan lead Payne to his study room - a quiet and cozy place for them to talk and have a drink together. Their conversation quickly turned heated and tense - not at all in the sense of anger and an impending argument, but in the way they could both sense the desire and want for each other as they stood close with their gazes locked, their eyes speaking so much more than words ever could. 

Ethan’s patience had finally ran out - he was not normally one to act on impulse, but sometimes there was no point in even trying to fight certain urges. 

The vampire’s hand reached out, one wrapping around Payne’s waist to draw her in closer while the other tangled in the back of her long, dark hair as he dove for her mouth, kissing her with deep and heated passion.

[squarehammered]

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He had no idea why the other felt they could just come up and casually strike a conversation with him, so all he did was stand there with a cigarette in one hand and beer in the other and for the most part only half listened, going out of his way to look as unapproachable as possible.

[chokethelight]

“It’s gonna be dangerous. Extremely dangerous. Not to mention they might have metal detectors. Which, you know, can be a problem.”

 (  @trageadies​ - whoever )

[chokethelight]

It’s been years since Ky’s had this look, but you know what? It’s being brought back for his Lucifer. @trageadies​

[melsworldofmusesarchived]

@trageadies  liked for a starter​

"C’mon, Isaac, c’mon! Hit ‘em hard!”

The shouting of his friend and manager Jerry Nevans would’ve been drowned out by the roaring of the crowd around them if not for his enhanced keen hearing. A bit of blood trickled down the side of his face from his left eyebrow, skin broken from the surprising right hook his opponent managed to land just a few short minutes ago. The other male standing across from him, fists up and clenched, was not human - otherwise his punches wouldn’t have hurt Isaac as much as they did. But the wolf’s confidence hadn’t waned for a second since the fight started. He’d emerge from this the victor, no matter the cost.

“Bob and weave, Isaac! Bob and weave! C’mon, knock his ass out!”

Which is exactly what he did. Isaac pounced first, bare fists swinging strategically wild, his opponent unable to block and dodge every single punch he threw which nearly knocked him off balance - giving Isaac an opportunity to land a critical blow. The wolf’s fist connected with the temple of his inhuman opponent, dazing the man and sending him off of his feet to the ground - unconscious.

The crowd roared - some with cheers, others with boos as Isaac was declared the winner, his arms raised victoriously. After collecting the cash prize - a collective pot of 2300$ - the wolf grabbed a celebratory beer with Jerry before exiting the bar entirely. Passersby from the bar congratulated him as he left, some telling him that they were glad they came to the fight after hearing about it - the word spread around the city, though carefully as it hadn’t entirely been...legal. As Isaac walked out of the bar, Jerry beside him counting his half of the cash and already informing him of the next fight he was booked in, the wolf’s eyes caught a familiar face. 

The woman with long dark hair and darker eyes to match - eyes that, quite frankly, he would never forget - stood near the car he’d been renting since first coming to Boston. Lips curled in a smirk. He told Jerry to wait behind for a moment before strolling up to her. His keen senses didn’t catch the shift in her scent at first, blood and sweat from himself and his opponent clogging up his nose. 

“Well, well, didn’t think I’d see your pretty face again,” he said, the smirk widening. “Can’t say I’m not happy about it though. What brings you around here, darlin’?”

[fidelissimi-moved]

🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy!

stahppp!!! ur so sweet 😊

[cursedfire]

‘ I’m a vampire. What’s your excuse? ‘ / melitta

In all honesty, he wasn’t even SURE if he had one . Well, he did but not like most. Everyone else in the supernatural circle could blame most things, like their behavior, on what they were. Cooper, however, didn’t have a proper title outside of what had happened to him. And even then the details on THAT were fuzzy depending on what he chose to believe. Still, he looked over at the other after some thought and gave the best answer he could. “Don’t know, don’t have one.” He said rather matter of factly. “I’m CURSED, I’m not like you.” An added comment to his reply, giving more of an answer than the vagueness of the first. It was all he could say, nothing more and nothing less. He could always describe the abilities that came with the curse but that wasn’t WHO he was. Hell, even admitting this fact wasn’t something he just did. “Why does it matter?” Cooper asked, questioning in almost a growl to show how he felt about THIS whole thing. 

Vampire Diaries Prompts | Accepting | @trageadies​

[cursedfire]

‘ We both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time. ‘ / adalyn

“Oh we BOTH know?” Cooper questioned, gaze forming into a glare as he watched the other standing cross from him. They weren’t human, that much the redhead could tell. The feeling they gave off was darker, what little sensing ability he had telling him it was familiar. He’d encountered something like THEM before and from what experience he had, it seemed most were aggressive. Then again most of his experience with the supernatural had been negative, most trying to KILL or at least try to one up each other. But he adjusted his weight from one foot to the other, almost puffing out his chest slightly while noticing the air around him growing more hot. Sometimes he’d wish he could control that better, but it WAS a defense mechanism that was on instinct. “What makes you think you know anything about me to take me on then?” He questioned, almost tilting his head but fought the urge and instead let the GLARE remain directed at her. 

Vampire Diaries Prompts | Accepting | @trageadies​