Me and my friend talked about what it might've looked like when Arthur first met Void. If she found him (the cutest option in my opinion, like he probably was really alone before her) or if he found her, or if he somehow made her into what she is idk :>
Anyway I thought about you and thought that i could send an ask your way, hope you have a great day/night
omg wait this is actually super cute??
like i was instantly hit with "wait i know how they met" and then had to google the rules for animal ghouls in VTM LMAO but for the sake of flavor we can add a couple details hehehe
cw / implied animal undeath
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He finds the cat on the side of the road.
It is dying. That much is clear- its breathing is labored and quick, and Arthur can hear its heartbeat, pittering and pattering at a rapid pace in the night.
It's a little creature. Small, black. He almost hadn't noticed it and probably wouldn't have if he didn't have better hearing than any human on earth. New York is a large, bustling city, with many bright spots. But it also has dark corners- and here, in one of those dark corners, lying half in a puddle of rainwater and fur slick with oil and dirt, lies a little black cat.
"I'm sorry," Arthur murmurs, crouching down on his haunches above it. The cat's eyes are closed, but when he speaks, they flicker open. The cat looks up at him, and Arthur watches as its aura flashes between fear and pain, spite lashing through like gentle fire. For such a small creature, it still seems to have spirit. Tucked away in the dark, unable to move, it still tries to hiss at him. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I simply..."
Arthur sighs. He watches as the cat's eyes flicker shut, then open again. He's not sure why he stopped.
He'd gone for a walk in the rain, that's the thing. A walk towards Brooklyn, away from Manhattan, his feet pounding the pavement and watching as cars whizz by in the streets. New York at night is never quiet, but it is quieter, and that's what Arthur likes about it.
It's easy to feel alone in New York City at midnight. You can be surrounded by very many people, and yet know no one at all.
"I guess I just didn't want you to be by yourself," Arthur murmurs quietly, and then reaches a hand out. He skims his fingers down the cat's side, watching its breathing hitch in fear, but the fear drains slightly when all he does is pet the poor thing, once, then twice. He rests his hand on its little head, and the cat looks at him again, the heartbeat slowing.
And Arthur-
He's never done this before. His teeth aren't even sharp, dull and blunt, and it takes effort to bite into his own skin. But he manages to tear a little bit of his inner wrist and he watches as his own blood wells up, bubbling over the edges. It takes very little to lean down and hold his wrist to the cat's mouth. It can't lift its head so he helps, turning its mouth to his skin and finds himself smiling slightly as its small tongue scrapes over his wound, lapping up the little bit of blood he managed to squeeze out.
"I've never done this before," Arthur murmurs, watching as the cat's pupils dilate, as its heartbeat picks up again, as its tail starts to lash back and forth. It licks at his wrist again, then again. "With humans or animals. But I could not let you die alone."
It takes a little while, but sooner than later, the cat manages to stagger to its feet. Arthur reaches out and scoops it- her, he finds- into his arms. She barely weighs a thing, as light as a scrap of paper; as he holds her to his chest and stands up, tucking her gently into his woolen walking jacket, she starts to purr.
"Ah," Arthur says, looking down at her moon-yellow eyes, blinking slowly. Carefully, with purpose, the little kitty blinks back. Arthur looks back out into the street, to the light there, to the blazing artificial suns, then back down into the darkness of his jacket and the pink maw of a creature yawning, then blinking up at him again. "I think I will name you Void," Arthur says, and starts to walk, out of the light and further into the dark, "How does that sound?"
Void, for all her credit, just snuggles closer into his chest.
"Yes," Arthur agrees, something warm blooming in his heart. "Void will do."
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“Chase? Chase, I need to get up.” Marvin said to his sleeping…boyfriend? Were they boyfriends? They messed around and kissed and held hands but they never actually said the words. Did they have to? What made it official?
“No.” Chase groaned in protest, hugging Marvin tighter to his chest.
“Chase, I need to run some errands.” Marvin tried to wiggle away.
“Can wait.” Chase nuzzled his face into Marvin’s hair.
“I have appointments.” Marvin rolled himself so he was now sitting on top of Chase, managing to wake Chase up a bit since it’s hard to sleep with a mostly naked man sitting in your lap.
“You sure you can’t stay, just for a bit?” Chase placed a hand on one of Marvin’s plush thighs.
“I won’t be gone long.” Marvin picked the hand up and pressed a kiss to Chase’s knuckles. “Get some more sleep and I’ll be back before you know it.”
“How can I sleep without you?” Chase said with a little smile and Marvin leaned down to press their lips together for a second.
“You’ll figure it out.” He said before getting off of the bed.
Marvin dressed in one of the spare outfits he’s kept in Chase’s room and stepped out. He gave a quick wave to JJ, helped Robbie tie his shoes, told Henrik he was heading out, took a package from Jackie and stopped when he opened the door and was greeted by Anti. Anti was holding his shoes, his hair was a mess and the collar of his shirt was stretched out, showing that the dark marks on his neck went down all the way.
“I thought it was earlier.” Anti cleared his throat.
“I thought you two were fighting?” Marvin asked.
“It’s complicated now.”
“Do the others know?”
“No…”
“Here.” Marvin snapped his fingers and Anti was magically cleaned up. “Put your shoes on, make sure Chase gets to sleep in and I’ll call us even.” Anti just nodded as his form of thanks and slipped past Marvin to get into the house. “What would they do without me?” Marvin chuckled to himself and headed out.
Going to the post office was easy enough, it was more boring than difficult but it was Marvin’s turn and he had to do it today in order for everything to get where it needed to on time. He needed to get Henrik and JJ into emails for most of this stuff. No one sends letters anymore.
Marvin went into a flower shop next, but he wasn’t looking for any roses or daises.
“How may I help you?” The woman behind the desk asked.
“I’m here for some eyes of newt and lizard tails,” Marvin said with a sly smirk and the woman only nodded her head.
“Right this way, sir.” She said and guided Marvin to the back area of the store, stepping through a doorway that could send a shiver down a normal man’s back but Marvin knew that feeling all too well to react. “Mr. Mason will be right with you.” The woman said and walked away before Marvin could thank her, another thing that he was used to, but he still felt the need to.
“I heard that our favorite kitty-cat is here?” A man giggled as he came in from a different room.
“I’ve told you not to call me that,” Marvin stated, his friendly aura dropping.
“I’ve told you I’d stop the day you quit wearing that mask of yours.”  Mr. Mason said, heading over to the desk and gesturing for Marvin to sit in the chair in front of it. Marvin shook his head in refusal.
“I’m just here for my ingredients, I have someone waiting for me,” Marvin said.
“Is it a special someone?” Mr. Mason asked with a hum.
“That doesn’t concern you. What should concern you is getting me my ingredients.”
“Well, there seems to be a problem with that.” Mr. Mason leaned back in his chair.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s about your payment.”
“My payment?” The hair on the back of Marvin’s neck went up, they weren’t alone anymore, he could feel it.
“It’s short.”
“Short? I pay the same amount every time for the same ingredients. I didn’t order anything special.” Marvin took a step back towards the door and felt himself hit something that wasn’t wooden.
“Those ingredients are starting to get a little harder to obtain. The competition is getting stronger while we’re the same. We need an upper hand on them.”
“Fine, take what I have, keep what I’ve ordered.” Marvin took out his wallet and took out what little cash he had, tossing it on the ground. “I’m leaving.” Marvin gritted his teeth when he felt hands grabbing him by the upper arms.
“About that.” Mr. Mason chuckled. “We’re getting an upper hand by having an actual witch in our company, someone who knows how to work what we’re getting. You are no amateur, you’re no hobbyist, you’re the real deal, cat.”
“I’m giving you one warning to let me go,” Marvin said, clenching his hands and lifting his lip into a snarl.
“Don’t make me get a spray bottle.” Mr. Mason laughed.
“I warned you.” Marvin’s eyes went green and soon did his arms. The man that had been holding him shouted out in pain and released him.
“He burned my hands!” The man cried. Marvin ducked away from the second man in the room and held both hands out, blasting the two with a wave of energy. He made it to the door and opened it, running back to the store’s front.
“Stop him!” Mr. Mason called out. Marvin looked over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed, not realizing it was a mistake until he felt something hot go through his leg, forcing him to scream and fall over in pain.
“Bad cat.” Marvin heard the desk worker say as he held his bleeding thigh. Marvin could only try to even his breathing, looking up and making eye contact with the barrel end of a shotgun. “Don’t move.” The woman ordered. Marvin shifted his glance up and bared his teeth while he slowly raised to his feet. “I’m warning you!” The woman shouted. “I will shoot again!”
“I dare you.” Marvin spat, eyes going wide in shock when the woman was tackled. “Chase!”
“I got it!” Chase grabbed the shotgun with both hands and yanked it out of the woman’s grasp, using the handle to hit her in the head, knocking her out.
“Chase, get out of here!” Marvin heard that more people were coming and didn’t have time to move before being grabbed once more, this time by both men.
“Let me guess, this is Mr. Special?” Mr. Mason teased.
“Let him go!” Chase demanded, aiming the shotgun at Mr. Mason.
“Do you even know how to use that, kid?” Mr. Mason scoffed, face dropping when Chase pumped the gun and stood his ground, eyes hardening. “Two can play at that game.” Mr. Mason pulled a pistol out from under his jacket and pressed the barrel to Marvin’s temple.
“Chase, run, please. It’ll be okay, I’ll be okay.” Marvin was shaking in pain, the hole in his leg aching as he tried to keep as much weight off of it as he could.
“I’m not leaving you,” Chase said, taking a step forward, Mr. Mason’s gun now moving so it was pointing at him.
“Watch it, kid.” Mr. Mason warned. “We just want the cat.”
“They’ll kill you,” Marvin said.
“I don’t care.” Chase took the sunglasses that were sitting on his hat and put them on. There was a short pause before Chase suddenly aimed up and shot out the light to the shop, sending glass to rain down on them. Chase rushed forward and bashed Mr. Mason’s head in the same way that he had done to the woman. He quickly fired the shotgun and got one of the men the leg and threw the weapon at the other man’s face. Chase slid on his knees, grabbing the pistol with one hand and catching Marvin with his other arm. The other man held his bleeding nose and cried out when his leg was shot. “Karma’s a bitch.”
“Chase?” Marvin kissed Chase on the check. “My hero.” He added with a chuckle.
“I just wanted to surprise you and take you out to lunch.” Chase weakly laughed. “But I think a trip to the hospital is more fitting.”
“Just get me home, I’ll be fine. I just need some sleep.” Marvin grunted in pain when Chase moved him so he was being held bridal style.
“I’m not letting my boyfriend bleed out,” Chase stated.
“Boyfriend?” Marvin couldn’t help the little smile forming on his lips.
“I mean, y-yeah.” Chase’s face flushed a little as sirens started to go off in the distance.
“We should go, there’s some…not so legal stuff happening in the back,” Marvin said.
“There’s some what?” Chase made some sounds of shock before grunting. “Damn it, Marv.” Chase cursed and rushed over to the side door. “You owe me an explanation when you’re better.” He said as he started to run, thankful that the Septiceye House was only a few blocks away.
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Chase knew that look in Marvin’s eyes all too well. The hatred that sparked deep within them, every time he found out that Anti had shown his face again. He had dreaded it, even before Marvin knew, ever since Anti told him what he had done to Stacy.
What compelled Chase to tell Marvin now, he really couldn’t say. There was a weird sort of safety in sharing secrets with him, but this time he didn’t want the safety. He didn’t want Marvin to react, or take action. That would only make things worse.Â
But he told Marvin anyway, when Henrik was asleep and it was only the two of them sitting at the kitchen table. He told him about Stacy’s dreams, and what Anti had done to her, and not much more. But it was enough to trigger something in Marvin more intense than Chase had ever seen before.
He had barely even finished, in fact, before Marvin stood abruptly from the table and headed toward the door. Chase stood too, taking a sharp breath as he felt his ribcage contract in fear and dread. “M-Marvin, what are you doing–”
“I’m getting a beer,” Marvin replied evenly as he put on his coat. Too evenly.
Chase ran to the door before he could even think, putting his hand on the knob before Marvin could. He met his friend’s eyes in desperation, but suddenly felt very small under them. His heart was pounding. “Marvin, wait–”
“I’ll be out late,” Marvin continued, terrifyingly stone-faced. He reached for his mask and put it around his neck. “You can sleep here if you want.”
“Please,” Chase persisted. His voice was shaking. “I know what you–”
“You have no idea what I’m going to do,” Marvin told him. He stayed calm, but there was a power behind his words that shook Chase to his core. “And you don’t want to know.”
Then he stood, patiently, expectantly, as he waited for Chase to step out of the way.Â
Chase didn’t move his hand away from the knob, feeling cold sweat begin to prick his skin. “You don’t understand,” he continued, voice tight and strangled. “You don’t understand, Marvin, if y-you–if you go after him, he’s going to punish Stacy for it, please I’m begging you…”
“He won’t bother you, or your family, for a very long time,” Marvin told him. Something flashed in his eyes as he waited for Chase to move–annoyance.
Chase felt tears of sheer panic begin to prick his eyes and he stepped fully in front of the door. His was visibly shaking now. “He does what he wants,” he said.
“I will burn him for what he’s done to you,” Marvin told him, jabbing a finger toward the door. “He will beg for death when I’m done with him, I promise. And I will not stand by and let him do this, without consequence, without justice.”
“He’s going to k-know I told you, he’s going to be so fucking mad, Marvin please, don’t do this–”
Suddenly Marvin’s eyes glinted that ethereal golden color as he stepped forward, closing the space between them. “Are you going to stop me?” Marvin asked evenly. The air itself seemed to hold its breath.
Chase stared up at him, trying to retain his courage underneath those eyes, but his trembling betrayed him. Marvin just stared back, lip curling just a little, his silence daring Chase to say yes.
Finally Chase stepped away from the door, hugging his arms tightly around himself, and angrily sniffled back the gathering tears. “If he hurts Stacy because of this,” he whispered, “I will never forgive you.”
“Trust me,” Marvin told him, pulling his mask over his face and opening the door. “He will never hurt Stacy again.”
tea with Dapper and stressed Jackie? (during Schneep's disappearance)
Swearing profusely, Jackie slammed his hands against the desk with enough force to crack the edge of it, hurling himself out of his chair and storming out into the hallway. He needed a break, he needed to stop staring at all of those pictures when he could feel phantom pain throbbing in his chest. He hated it. Tears of frustration and grief were stinging the back of his eyes. He hated it!
“Good heavens!” The speech slide drew Jackieboy’s eyes to the kitchen, where Dapper had just been startled by his door slamming. He seemed embarrassed by his own outburst, hurriedly moving the hand that had clutched his chest back down to his side. “...H-Hello, good sir.”
Jackieboy didn’t want to talk to him. Exhaling harshly, he slumped against the wall next to his door, massaging the bridge of his nose. Maybe it would be better to go back in and keep working. He could feel Dapper’s eyes lingering on him, however, and looked grimly back up to meet them. He half-hoped it would unnerve him, but...he kept blinking back. He looked almost concerned.
“Good sir...” he repeated gingerly, hesitating and then seemingly changing his mind. “I’ve prepared some earl gray tea. If you are partial to it, there is more than enough for both of us to partake.” Jackieboy didn’t answer, but already he was moving to the teapot and preparing to pour for him. “There we are...Still hot.”
Jackieboy breathed deeply once more. He didn’t want tea. He didn’t want to see Dapper. He wanted to throw himself to the floor and cry and scream until the exhaustion overtook him and drowned out the pain. But he couldn’t. He watched as Dapper crept toward the dining room table like a cautious kitten, sinking down into one of the chairs. It was Henrik’s. Jackie didn’t mention that.
