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interspecies love

Interspecies Love Meme

Vampires and humans. Angels and demons. Ghosts and the living. The idea of "opposites attracting" is hardly a new one, but with the rise in popularity of supernatural creatures, aliens, and other sentient beings beyond our human understanding, the forbidden romance trope has been injected a shot of fresh blood- sometimes quite literally.

This meme does just that, taking the whole "not meant for each other" thing to it's most logical extreme. Of course, it's not always angst and depression. These days, mermaids and bird-people can have their relationships in peace to some degree.

Rules

Comment with your character, putting any preferences you have (ie, "humanoid characters only," F/M, etc). Also, be sure to note your character's "species" for others to reference (Name | Character | OTA | Human, ghost, mutant, alien, vampire, god, zombie-catgirl hybrid, etc).
Reply to others. If your characters aren't different species, feel free to AU or anything else like that.
Use the rng to determine your prompt.
Also I didn't think I needed to say this, but be excellent to each other. Dick comments and anon bullying are not on.

Prompts

Meeting: Did you know there were, I don't know, werewolves before this? Or maybe you thought all aliens were evil. Will this...thing change your perception?
Falling in Love: You know you're not the same, but your feelings don't care.
Self-Hate: Perhaps you're mad at the being you're in love with, yet you're more angry at yourself.
Can't Be Together: Whether for self-inflicted reasons or societal rules, you can't be in love with who your heart has chosen and it's putting a strain on you.
Pushing You Away: Things are getting too intense, and for both of your sake, you want to make friend/crush/lover hate you.
Beauty & the Beast: One of you is beautiful, the other hideous. Maybe, though, the beautiful one is ugly in the eyes of society, depending on where you live. Whatever the case is, you don't look the same.
Confession: Screw the rules, you're going to tell that sweet girl/guy/other how you feel! What can go wrong? Or this is something you've put a lot of thought into and you're scared, but you're going to do it.
First Time...or Not: Finally, the two of you are taking the next step and getting physical. It may go off without a hitch, depending on your...you know, or- OH GOD, HOW IS THAT GOING TO GO IN HERE. Wait, you have a...?
The Kinky Option: Hey, maybe being different will pay off. Think about it. A long tongue? Ghost powers? Sounds like it could be fun in the bedroom.
Prejudice: "What are you doing with that dirty monster?" "You know we can't be involved with humans!" "We don't take kindly to your type around here." Why can't people just leave you two be?
Facing Your Instinct: It's hard to be with someone when you want to suck their blood. Or eat their brains. Or possess them.
Because of Me: Your lover has been dragged into your fight or hurt by others of your kind. Now they're in the crossfire.
Standing Up For You: Hey, knock it off! I don't care what you think, he's perfect in my eyes.
You Don't Know You're Beautiful: The fluffy option where you're trying to make your loved one see just how much you care and how they're beautiful to you, no matter what.
Gifts: Show your affection with a gift from your culture.
Starting a Family: Can you even reproduce? Is it something you want to consider? Perhaps it's new ground to tread, so you'll have to be the first to think about it.
WILDCARD

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REALLY?! Ahem. Really? That's-- that's cool. It's not like she's really excited and her eyes light up and she can't hold back the giant smile plastered all over her face. (That's exactly what it's like)

She knows this is risky for him. Just being here. Those people left for a reason, and for him to come back? That's kind of a lot. It makes her kind of nervous. Ha! A nervous vampire? Yeah... that's a thing.

Up the stairs, four floors up, she never uses the elevator. It makes her feel trapped. The entire city makes her feel trapped! She is trapped, in a way. She can't leave. She's stuck here. But maybe being stuck here with Kobra won't be as bad.

Just let her unlock the door. There. It's really dark in here. There's thick fabric covering up the windows and the living room is basically just a nest of pillows and blankets with as much colour as she could find to offset all the darkness. She flicks a switch and the fluorescent lighting flickers to life. There's a bunch of random stuff on tables and shelves. Little trinkets and knickknacks. A bunch of katanas on display. Records! A record player! She may or may not have a bit of a hoarding problem...

"Home sweet home. Come on in."

Not bad. Not bad at all! It's cozy. Kinda dark, but who wouldn't get sick of the shitty buzzing white lights? Plus the whole...vampire thing. Yeah...

He's eyeing the stuff on the table when he catches sight of the katanas and there it is, good lordy lord what is this awesomeness he didn't expect?

" Holy shit. Tha's fuggin sweet." He's impressed! As expressed by the sudden B line to the fancy weaponry.

Wow, he's got a good eye. She knew there was a reason she liked this guy! ...Other than the fact that he's adorable, fun, and full of life.

Kenzi shuts the door behind her, leaving it unlocked in case he gets skittish about it, and joins him over by the swords. "I'm prrrreeetty sure they're authentic. You can check 'em out! Just... be careful." They're sharp and you're delicate, Kobra Kid! Compared to her, at least.

She pulls a katana off the wall and holds it out to him with one hand, suddenly super self conscious about her hair and how pale she must look and wow he's standing kind of close, huh-- WHY IS SHE SO NERVOUS? She smooths her hair down with her free hand and just nonchalantly looks away.

He really seems like he's completely lost in the raging awesomeness that is a collection of possibly authentic katanas. He even wiggles his fingers a bit before he very carefully takes the one he's handed, holding it up to the light and taking a good look. You'd think he actually understands anything about them...he doesn't, really, but they're still fucking cool. He's only ever seen Cherri Cola's ones, but he never really took this close a look.

"Where'd y' get'em?" Chow Mein sometimes had stuff like this, but it was always balls expensive and he couldn't exactly waste too many resources in (mostly) useless shit like this. Though he tried. Didn't go through after the group vote.

"A bunch of places!" She grins, happy to be talking about them at all! Happy to be talking to anyone at all, actually. "That one, I got at a pawn shop back home. Found the others. You know there's a bunch of stuff in this city that they don't want people to see? Most of this is from before."

Before the wars. Before she got stuck here. Even before she was a vampire!

Her smile falters. She looks at the sword, concern on her face, "... Maybe you should hold onto that one. Just in case things get crazy. Dude, I told you not to come back here! What were you thinking?"

... She actually missed him.

He's eyeing the blade with renewed excitement when she suggests him keeping it, but he's quickly snapped out of the daze by the last question.
She has a point. He shouldn't come here, he shouldn't come to the city, much-less alone and with no certainty on safety (it was never safe), but he...he had to.

For a moment there, a lot about him changes. The excitable dorky look settles down and he's more quiet and calm, and he just kind of looks back at the blade in his hands. He moves his fingers idly and looks for a place to put it down, maybe on the display, maybe on the table--little things, like he's mostly avoiding the fact that he should answer.

He lets his fingers brush on the side of the table. " Figured I'd drop by."
Not so casual. Never that casual. But he's trying to make it sound that way.

She moves slowly, deliberately slow, so he can stop her at any time. Hell, it's slow even for a human, but she doesn't want to be percieved as a threat. she doesn't want to hurt him or force him or anything like that... she just wants to be near him. Pressed up against him. Feeling the warmth radiating out of him like the sound of his beating heart.

she's a vampire. A killer. She could punch through a wall like her body is made of steel, but right now she's trying so hard to be careful and she doesn't have a lot of experience with restraint. Her hands find the hem of his shirt and she clings carefully, unsure, as she leans into him and pushes up to stand on her tiptoes and presses her lips against his experimentally, as gently as she can manage.

He doesn't move; during all of this, he never moves. He just watches, quiet, as she moves closer, as he can feel her cold body press against his, as she grabs her shirt, as she leans up and their lips touch, so softly, so gentle.
It's all so different, all so new. He doesn't know her, not really, she doesn't know him, not yet, but none of it even matters. It's like a spell, laughably like the movies, like those crappy romance stories. Maybe they weren't so crappy. Maybe they actually happened.

His eyes just close and he tilts his head to the side, ever so slightly, and, this time, he can actually return the gesture; show her that, yes, he got the message, and he's paying it back in full. He's there, he's not running away, and he knows what he's doing. Don't be scared; he isn't.

If she put a spell on him, he can't be bothered to care right now.

Don't be scared? She's terrified. This is the first real human contact she's had in years! Unless you count holding a mostly-numb body in her arms as she drains all life out of it... yeah, let's not visualize that right now. Not when she's trying so hard to hold back!

At least kissing isn't really something you forget. It's like riding a bike or shooting a crossbow. Not like... it's literally like either of those things, it's just-- wow. He's into it. No teeth, NO teeth! But maybe... she can move her hands a little. Actually touch him. Still slowly, still very carefully, but now she's got one hand on his waist, pulling him the tiniest bit closer (as if they aren't close enough already. SMOOSHED TOGETHER MUCH?!). Her other hand slides up his stomach to rest against his chest, once again gripping at the fabric there while she gets a little bolder with this kissing business.

She takes the invitation to move closer, also taking the chance to reach a hand to the back of her head (her hair is so soft) and the other on her waist. And, hey, if she's getting a little bolder, don't mind if he tags along, he's invited to this party and he doesn't want to miss a thing.

His hand on her waist moves around to her lower back, but, in a moment, he reels it back and sets it on her back instead. Down, Kobra Kid. Don't ruin a good moment.

Wait... no, he can put his hand back. He can totally put his hand back. She actually makes a little whining sound when he moves it, that is how okay she is with his hand down there. Actually, here-- Kenzi's just gonna gently nudge Kobra back until he's standing in front of the pile of pillows and blankets.

And then she just pushes him onto it.

GENTLY! Obviously. With a smile. She follows suit right after, gracefully falling down on top of him without crushing any important parts. She presses her lips against the line of his jaw, kissing down to his neck-- nOPE. Getting too much like something else, here. Collar bone is safer and conveniently exposed. Nice. But it's still too many layers of fabric between her and his warm skin.

This girl works fast! But not like he's complaining; he's more than happy to go along with the ride. He sure as hell doesn't mind the...very nice kisses, oh. Oh man. His mouth hangs slightly open and his eyes close for a moment.

Both his hands on her waist now, he opens his eyes, and, this time, don't mind if he just--rolls over and returns the favor by kissing at her neck. Eye for an eye? Kiss for a kiss. He hopes there's no objections.

No objections what so ever. She actually GIGGLES! Giggles like a freakin' school girl or some shit. She hasn't giggled in so damn long. Or laughed at all, for that matter. Not since she last saw him. And it had been years before that!

There's a connection here. She feels... safe. And happy. And... human.

She sighs happily, running her fingers through his hair as he pays back all the attention. And at the risk of killing the mood she murmurs, "I'm really glad you came back."

He keeps kissing at her neck, up to her jaw and behind her ear, before he pulls back just enough that he can see her face.
He likes...looking at her. Does that sound dumb? That sounds dumb. But he does. Specially this close. Specially when she smiles.

"Couldn't help it if I wanted to." Just as quiet, before he leans down, pressing his lips first on her chin and then on her lips.
He's really glad he came back. Shit...he never thought he'd have a reason to be happy to run back into this place.

Dammit, Kobra Kid! This is such a bad idea. How the hell is this ever going to work? She was fine the way things were! Not getting attached to anyone, not having to worry about anyone, not being sad when she accidentally ends up killing them! This is something she really doesn't need at all. But she wants it. She can't keep her hands off him.

Kenzi presses up against him, still being careful to keep her teeth out of the equation, but is less careful when it comes to pulling at his shirt and lifting it up to feel his chest and run her hands down his abdomen. She's also less careful when it comes to his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. This is happening. This is totally freakin' happening! This is--

She freezes, turning her head towards the door at the sound of something probably too faint for Kobra to detect. Footsteps. Heavy ones. Why hadn't she been paying more ATTENTION-- oh, right. Mildly distracted. The footsteps stop and the pounding on the door starts along with a spiel about harboring a fugitive being in violation of blah blah blah, goddammit.

"They couldn't have waited an hour?" If she sounds disappointed, it's because she REALLY IS!

He didn't really notice that she froze at some point, just keeping the train going--

...are you kidding? You GOTTA be kidding. Now? SERIOUSLY? Right now?
He's quick as hell to bolt up and on his knees, instinctively reaching for the blaster on his side-- though he's not exactly a picture of threat when he's sitting there with zipper and belt undone.

So much for fun. He glances at her and back at the door, trying to think of a way for this to very much not happen. They won't take no for an answer and they'll probably break in, soon. Think, Kobra Kid, think...

So much for her peaceful, quiet, under-the-radar existence. It's hard to stay in the shadows with dracs on your back. Not that she blames him or anything, it's just as much her fault as it is his. She was weak. She gave in. She wasn't careful in the least! But honestly? She doesn't regret it.

Kenzi sits up with a groan, still very unhappy about the entire situation, and catches Kobra's chin in her hand to pull his face close and give him one last kiss.

"Do you trust me?" It's an important question.

The look he gives her--he doesn't like the sound of that and he's not even trying to hide it.

"What're you gonna do?" With a furrow of his brow, concerned rather than angry. It's nowhere in his right to even think like this, and he knows, he really does, but his look just screams please don't do anything stupid.
Another bout of pounding at the door makes him turn his head again and there's no time to ask any questions. He'll take care of buttoning his jeans right up again when he bolts onto his feet, before the grabs the blaster again.

This shouldn't happen--but it was obvious it was going to. You're a fucking moron, Kobra Kid.

Kinda hypocritical, there, Kid. Stupid's just a way of life at this point. While he's grabbing his gun, Kenzi moves inhumanly fast to the collection of swords and grabs one, unsheathing it and moving towards the door. She plunges the sword through the door, eliciting a scream from the drac standing on the other side. The other two start shooting just as she moves to kick the door off it's hinges and directly into all three of them, knocking them against the opposite wall of the hallway.

She turns to Kobra Kid, holding out her hand, "Come on. I'll get you out."

There's bound to be more downstairs.

He's wide eyed and frozen in place during the sudden killing scene. He wasn't sure what he was expecting; there was gonna be fighting and there was going to be blood, but maybe he didnt expect the sword stabbing and the flying doors.

Acting fast is usually what works for him, though, right now, he's more akin to a deer in headlights.

Staring at her, he's still in a startled silence for a few seconds. But he snaps out of it, charges up his blaster -- but before he goes for her hand, he reaches for his helmet...and hands it to her.
Don't question his logic. They already know who he is and that he's there, he rather she didn't get hurt; he doesn't care what she is.

" Lets go."

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