( josh hartnett, cismale, pansexual, he/him ) rome welcomes WILHELM ULRIK, an ORIGINAL WEREWOLF. they are 41/3000+ years old and have been in the city for FOUR MONTHS. they are known to be DAUNTLESS + BRAZEN, which makes sense because they’re LOST about the marriages. i heard they’re betrothed to ANY MALE FC and to ANY FC - an UTP and an UTP.

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@bloodwedstuff​

usually… the lips on his neck would calm him. make him swoon and moan.. but not now. tears fell down his cheeks as he leaned his neck back so faren has more room. “how do you know? you don’t…. you heard the conditions… what if they force us apart again…. what if you don’t love me anymore… i don’t know if i could bare it…” he whispered before he wrapped his arms around ronan’s neck, pushing himself against him.

he could feel faren’s tears, wet against him. ronan only grabbed onto faren tighter. “don’t think about the what ifs, faren. that’s a game no one can win. they’ve never stopped us before, they won’t start now.” ronan lifted his head so he could give faren a place to hide. he tucked his arms underneath faren’s, wrapped tightly around the siren. “you know no matter how much we care for someone else, i will not stop loving you. you’re mine, and you know it.” ronan kissed faren’s temple, smoothing his hands in circles against the other’s back. 

“Enough to know somebody has just a tiny anger management problem,” Quinn hadn’t been spying or anything of the sort but damned if he didn’t have a talent for showing up at the wrong place the wrong time. “What did the nice box ever do to you? Insult your mother? Point out unquestionable clothing choices? Oh, did it notice the grey hair?” He swooped down to pluck a piece of ripped box off the ground and hold it up in mild contemplation before he tossed it aside once again.

Really, he had a million other quips to offer as he navigated around the corpses of cardboard bleeding out their various contents onto the floor. “Somebody needs a nap,” he concluded with a swing of his gaze back Ronan; rage didn’t just frighten him offhand but it did stir some curiosity. Nobody was in a good mood lately, that dark cloud had settled over Rome and threatened to choke everyone and to each their own he supposed; destruction was a highly entertaining outlet for frustration at times. 

ronan’s gaze sharpened when the insults started falling from the kid’s lips. he was just lucky he found ronan post-rampage and not pre-rampage. he sat and watched quinn fiddle around with the leftovers, rolling his eyes. “you know, i’m your boss. not only your boss but your very sketchy vampire boss.” ronan lit a cigarette between his lips, assessing quinn’s fashion choices in comparison to his. “i’m the one with questionable fashion taste?” he huffed, finally getting up from the ground and dusting the dust and dirt off of his pants. 

“get someone who can clean this up and then walk with me. new venture opportunities.” he motioned with his head towards his office, already wandering off in that direction. 

he didn’t notice ronan at first, he was too in his prayers but when he felt the hands on his, his prayers stopped and he looked at ronan. his brows furrowed together in concern but his shaking wouldn’t stop. “i can’t… i can’t do this…” he whispered, bringing their hands up to his lips and shaking lips were placed on ronan’s hands. “i want to marry you… not them…” he whispered in confession. “they would never hold my heart like you are…”

the way faren shook made ronan want to start crying. how long had it been since he’d seen his little siren so upset? “shh,” he cooed, reigning his emotions back in. that was for later. faren needed him present. ronan glanced from side to side, assessing their environment. when he deemed it safe and appropriate, ronan tilted his head down and pressed it into faren’s neck and shoulder. he hummed as he gently ran his lips up faren’s soft skin, pausing to kiss it every so often. “everything will be okay,” he promised in a whisper against faren’s ear. ronan whispered french nothings in faren’s ear, far from perfect, but something he had learned long ago when they first met. 

      anton’s eyes narrowed as the man began to speak confusion riddling his features considering he’d never seen the other’s face before. as soon as ronan uttered his name anton’s breath caught in his throat in realization. his hand moved to shut the door just as the man put his foot in the door frame. there was nothing he wanted more in this moment than to slam that door and lock himself inside his apartment until the end of time. vampire ? suddenly a bit of anxiety curled in the pit of his stomach. the vampire stepped closer to anton and his heart stopped just for a moment at their close proximity before he took a step back as cooly as he can not wanting such anxiety to show in his movements or features. ‘ so i don’t only get a husband, but a laundry list of enemies he’s acquired over the centuries ? phenomenal. if it’s so urgent then, ’ his hand gestured into the apartment for ronan to follow. ‘ i’d offer you a drink, but i’m fresh out of o negative. ’

( @qunnblackthorn​ )

panic had set in the second that damn wolf revealed what had happened. ronan stood amongst the crowd, frozen in place as he gazed directly at the man who had made all of this happen. while his surroundings went to absolute chaos, ronan seemed completely cool. internally, however, panic and dread ran cold in his veins. brows furrowed, ronan turned sharply and left the room. he was going to find her, and then him. witch first, he thought to himself as he spotted her amongst the crowd. ronan went into full hunt mode, gaze tracking every little movement she made, nose following her distinct almost electric scent, ears drowning everything out except for her steps. it wasn’t long until he was right up on the witch, aware that she had probably known he was following her the entire time. “morrigan.”

      if anton could spend forever in his studio apartment, by himself, in this city, without being married, he would have absolutely done so. clearly that was a pipe dream, he wasn’t foolish enough to believe it could happen. in all honesty he had only looked at his wedding packet once, reading the name and then shoving the information into one of his desk drawers. the less he knew, the less accountability he felt. out of sight out of mind, right ? living life on his own was what he was used to and what felt the most natural, anton wasn’t ready for something different. the knock on his door brought nothing but irritation to anton’s features. pulling it open the man’s hand never left the knob, ready to shut it in a moments notice. ‘ if you’re selling something ? i don’t want it. if you need something, i don’t have it. anything else ? ’ he questioned tilting his head slightly.

i 100% support this

the rumble of his name coming from the throat he was biting into had ronan purring in pleasure. when they did this, when faren let him let go of his humanity a little more and just behave wildly, he felt free. but he was also reduced to very little words–growls deep in his chest, rumbling, moans, and sometimes, purring. faren was still speaking, still managing such pretty words when he was diminished to sounds. he growled when faren dared to pull his head back, zeroing in on the red droplets forming where he’d pierced the skin. “yes,” he managed, gaze going between faren’s face and that beautiful blood.