Interspecies Love

[shonenjump]

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

1. 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?
2. Falling in Love: You know you're not the same, but your feelings don't care.
3. Self-Hate: Perhaps you're mad at the being you're in love with, yet you're more angry at yourself.
4. 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.
5. Pushing You Away: Things are getting too intense, and for both of your sake, you want to make friend/crush/lover hate you.
6. 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.
7. 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.
8. 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...?
9. 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.
10. 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?
11. Facing Your Instinct: It's hard to be with someone when you want to suck their blood. Or eat their brains. Or possess them.
12. Because of Me: Your lover has been dragged into your fight or hurt by others of your kind. Now they're in the crossfire.
13. Standing Up For You: Hey, knock it off! I don't care what you think, he's perfect in my eyes.
14. 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.
15. Gifts: Show your affection with a gift from your culture.
16. 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.
17. WILDCARD

Comments

Major Valerian ( Valerian and the..... ) OTA

[eraseplaylist]

Lance ( Voltron ) OTA

[greatcomeback]

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m

[snarkycomments]

Connor ⭕️Detroit: Become Human ⭕️OTA

[licksthirium]

[Why not?]

Ethan Steiner | Teen Wolf | m/m

[loves_hawaiian]

Vampire 76 | Overwatch | Over 35 for Romance

[immortal76]

Damien LaVey ⛧ Monster Prom ⛧ M/M

[fuckingburned]

ooc

[notfullyvampire]

[So a demon and a dhampir, does that sound good to you?]

ooc

[fuckingburned]

[Sounds like a smash! What's you got in mind or shall we just jump in?]

ooc

[notfullyvampire]

[Lets us just jump into this mess and see where the fuck we land.]

going with 8 and 9 aim~

[fuckingburned]

Humans are rare. Pure ones that is. The half-breeds aren’t so rare, but you know, they’re not exactly the high end of the society. Monsters are far more common. Ghosts, zombies, anthros, demons, witches, orcs, slimes, you name it, they’re here. Even the vampires. Finding out Claude is a dhampir kind of gave him a start. Mostly because holy fuck he didn’t think humans were around anymore! Legendary creatures, renowned for their legendary pathetic fear of everything not human and all the violence and hunting/slaying they rallied for because of it. Initially, Damien’d been dismissive of Claude for his make, because psh, a noob is a noob and a part-human noob is still a stupid noob. But funny thing, high school’s an interesting place and stupid people don’t always remain stupid. Sometimes they do things that are fucking interesting. Claude did one such fucking interesting thing about a month and a half ago. Turns out, he’s not such a stupid noob after all. So, hanging out happened.

As did batting around idea of messing around together. (Ooooh, how scandalous; the demon and the dhampir dicking around in the dirty.) Have they talked about it? … eeeeeeh … Not directly? Damien’s never said “we should fuck” to Claude’s face. But he’s glanced over his shoulder a few times during post-PE class showers. Mostly because he felt eyes on his back and kept trying to catch the dhampir looking. Damn ass is quick on the averted gaze. One of these days though…

The soft “frush” of flames heralds the fiery circle flashing out of existence after Damien walks out from its dark depths. Claude gave him the meeting point and now he’s here. This is the first them they’ve actually spent the night together. Sure there’ve been afternoons of video games, sports, bike rides, bank robberies, dinner, committing mass arson, normal young adult shit that’s a great way to blow time into the evenings. But tonight’s going beyond the evening so he’s pretty damn excited about it. Not sure where they’re actually going to spend the night. Claude’s place, a hotel, fucking tent on the beach? Who knows! That’s why he’s here at the meeting point to find out. The sun’s already dipping down towards the horizon and everything’s colored a burning, bloody orange/red. Best fucking time of the day.

Better not keep him waiting long, noob.

sorry for the wait, I went out of town

[notfullyvampire]

Being born a dhampir had its ups and downs. Lacking any of a vampires weaknesses a clear plus. Having to deal with scorn and mockery over his human blood was something that pissed Claude off. And as a driven youth he had done his best to prove those naysayers wrong. Call him weak and he would punch their fucking faces in. One such fight had been witnessed by Damien and clearly had impressed the demon enough to earn hanging right.

That had been a huge plus because Damien was rad as fuck and also quite hot. They had a blast whenever they hung out and Claude would have to admit that he had stolen a few glances of the other at opportune moments. Could anyone really blame him? As a person with a dick he very much would like to put it in someone and the demon stood right on top of his list. Or Damien could put his dick in him, he wasn't too picky on that front. And hey, if everything went as he wanted then they would get down and dirty tonight and perhaps even nights to come. Or heck, days even. Cutting class and fucking sounded like a better way to spend the time compared to sitting around and getting bored to death.

Claude had been leaning against a wall when Damien's fiery portal appeared and went out. With a grin he pushed away from the wall, one hand raised in greeting. "So you made it. Ready to head over to my place? You will probably hate it. It is fancy as shit."

not a problem, welcome back~

[fuckingburned]

Hey, he’s not so nice as to give the picked on kid the time of the day. But when said picked on kid actually kicks ass like a fucking awesome bad ass, hell yeah he’s going to be both impressed and interested. So that’d been the end of that and Damien won’t hesitate to admit he enjoyed the time they spent together. Fighting, arson, class, dicking around, doing all those kinds of fun things that two guys with authority problems could have fun doing. The tame and the wild.

Of course he noticed Claude was a looker; who cared what anyone else said about who or what he was? Once he proved he wasn’t a dumbass noob, the rest all went out the window. No one tells Damien fucking LaVey who he should or shouldn’t hang out with! But he wasn’t so blind as to not notice those stolen glances. Well, not all of them, but he noticed a few. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t steal a few back. Why the fuck not? He was right there. So who knew what the weekend’s going to bring, but it was probably going to involve getting naked and doing hot stuff. Which he was perfectly okay with. Getting down and dirty with a hot friend was just as awesome as blowing up the department store with powder kegs and dynamite.

Damien glanced over his shoulder at Claude’s voice and smirked at him, tail flicking to the side when the dhampir moved to his vicinity. “You think I’d stand you up, fucker?” he greeted. “And sure. Lead the way. I’ll tell ya if I hate it or not.” But still, fancy shit did kind of make him roll his eyes. Yeah he could enjoy it and stuff, but people got so picky about burning fancy shit… Still shit. Still flammable.

thank you~

[notfullyvampire]

Yeah, he wasn't some pushover doormat that whoever could do whatever pleases them. If provoked then he fought, using whatever tactics needed to win. Did that involve kicking someone in the nuts or throwing sand in someones eyes to gain an opening he would do so. Dirty tactics perhaps, but less cowardly than ganging up on him like so many liked to do.

Not that Claude let his mind be occupied with those kinds of thoughts now that he had his pal with him. Thinking about assholes he could do at another point when he wasn't flinging an arm around Damien's shoulders.

"If you would then I would have kicked the living daylight out of you the next time I saw you in school." He gave a laugh. "Leaving me alone with my aunt and uncle for a whole weekend would be cruel even for you." He had complained over them in the past. Of how annoying he found them for wanting to put limits on his life and basically make sure that he would not be seen by anyone. Oh, how horrid, the noble Sterling family had a dhampir to dirty the family name. Fuck off.

[fuckingburned]

Gangs were fun! It was like a chain reaction. Set one of them on fire and watch them run around while everyone else tries to avoid catching the flames in the meantime. Damien dealt with bullies a little bit in his life, but more often than not, he’s the one that slid into the “bully” archetype. Mostly because he beat up people who pissed him off, and he got pissed off easily.

Luckily, he wasn’t pissed now and easily fell into step beside the dhampir. A brow quirked at the casual arm over his shoulders, but he let it go because hey, it was fine. Felt like having the one-armed embrace. Lazily, he wrapped his tail around Claude’s waist as they walked.

“Ooo, a challenge. Now I’m tempted. We’ll need to try this again another time so I can do that.” Hey, a reason for a good throwdown’s a reason for a good throwdown! But a second later, he’s giving the other man a look. “We’re gonna hang out with your fucking aunt and uncle?” Not that he planned on it stopping what was probably oozing down the pipes, but did the dhampir really want his relatives dying of shock? Because from what Damien knew of them, he definitely wouldn’t care about them dying from shock.

Simon (PL600) | Detroit: Become Human

[ourheartsarecompatible]

[Soft android for your thoughts?]

Robin Ward |Werewolf:The Acocolypse (Corax) | OTA

[birdisonthewing]

Over 25 for romance.]

Sabo | One Piece | ota

[doesntdiscriminate]

we’re trash let’s do this

[theveilisin]

((I thought maybe let’s do right after their first meeting, then timejump forward to a couple of months along.))

[At first, everything is pandemonium. People shouting a lot, plans being made, that great big sun just kind of hovering there, Ace getting a bucket to the face, Ivory making off with a couple of corpses... stuff like that. The point is that in terms of introductions, it leaves something to be desired. Specifically, any kind of coherency, let alone subtlety.

Some things demand both.

So Luvander waits until they’ve all settled the fuck down, at least marginally, and then goes to hunt Sabo down. They need to have a talk, and he’d prefer it to be one on one.

It’s not surprising to find him up on the roof, to be honest. They all seem drawn there when they want a bit of solitude for some reason, despite the technicolor bloodstains which hadn’t managed to scrub out no matter what he assailed them with. It’s still somewhere to be that doesn’t feel so cramped and trapped as the inside of the meteor complex.

He’s sitting on the edge of the roof, staring off into the bubble-strewn void, and the long red godhood of his outfit trails behind him like a comet tail over the cold concrete. Luvander has foregone his own god tier outfit for ordinary clothes. He finds the cut of his seer robe to be quite fetching, but the color palate is just a bit drab. So he’s back in his bright colors, although he’d left the wings on because he likes them. Slipping down next to Sabo, he offers him a small smile, but he doesn’t say anything at first. He just gazes into the void as well, noting a large bubble up ahead which they seem likely to collide with in maybe an hour or so. Oh well.]

Ace came running to me with the message you wrote before you went off to the Sun. [He keeps his voice low and even, even if there is a hint of fatigue in there.] I think he somehow wanted me to make it mean something else apart from the obvious. But I couldn’t. [The pure white light from Luvander’s own skin makes Sabo’s eyes look almost unnaturally bright, and his hair looks like a very messy mound of treasure. Humans are strange.]

Honey, I'm trash~!

[doesntdiscriminate]

[It's strange now, when everything's quieted down. So much have happened that it's hard to think that for the human part of the group it's only been about a day since everything went from normal to tits up pandemonium and chaos. Well, for most of the humans its only been one day, for him it's been more like three. And from the looks of things the trolls have had a pretty exciting time recently too. He does his best to avoid looking at the remaining blood stains in various colours as he swings his legs out towards the void.

He hadn't expected to make it here. When they'd gone to deliver the bomb they had all known that they wouldn't be coming back from it. He'd been surprisingly okay with that and right now he's not sure if he's having more problems coming to terms with still being alive than he had going to his death.

Maybe he's still getting used to it?

Meeting everyone has been nice though, even though that came with its own spice of chock as well. It was one thing to accept the fact that he'd been talking to actual trolls on the internet and quite another to see them in person. All horns and grey skin, or shining bright white in Luvander's case. He's spend most of his time being what could only be described as aggressively cuddled by Ace, who might also possibly maybe be his boyfriend - honestly he's got no clue, until he'd fallen asleep. Since then Sabo's been up here on the roof, not feeling quite ready yet to face the indoors without something to properly distract him.

He doesn't notice Luvander's approach at first and is relieved that he doesn't manage to flail himself off the ledge, or even much at all, when the light finally hits him. Surely he's embarrassed himself enough for one day, or three for that matter.]

I feel like this is where I'm supposed to say sorry, but I'm not sure if I am. [Even keeping his voice low he knows he's sounding defensive despite Luvander not really having accused him of anything, as such.] Someone had to do it, and it made the most sense for that someone to be me. [The fact that this hadn't exactly happened as planned isn't something he feels the need to go into right now, it's not like it matters now anyway.] We didn't know about the quest beds, or that they worked differently, so the chances of making it out of there again were pretty fucking slim. Didn't seem right to just go without saying anything. Come on, you can't tell me that would have been a better choice.

[There's a brief pause before he pushes on.]

I guess I'm sorry that I upset or hurt either of you. [So far he's kept his gaze fixed out towards the void and the horrorterrors that dwell within it, but now he turns his head to face Luvander instead.] But I don't regret doing what I did.

[theveilisin]

[Honestly, the thing he’s most upset about seems so very petty that he’s not even sure how to voice it. After all, Ace is pretty definitely Sabo’s moirail, so the fact that he sent his parting words to him makes all kinds of sense. He can respect that there is something between them which is uniquely theirs, because he’s not the kind of complete wiggler who can’t deal with that kind of thing.

But still... As he listens to Sabo and watches a distorted image of a strange landscape float across the surface of a nearby bubble, he can’t help the stabbing sensation somewhere deep in his chest cavity. He’d definitely thought there was something flushed developing between them. Had he imagined it? The pale thing between Sabo and Ace had been so embarrassingly obvious, but whatever he’d thought was happening between the two of them had been a bit more subtle than that. Not subtle enough that he’s been spared the teasing of his fellow trolls, but...

Well, maybe it hadn’t come across to a human. That’s not so unthinkable, is it?

Damn, he might as well come out and say it.]

You have to understand, I’m not actually questioning your decision. After all, it’s the reason the three of you are all here safe and sound, notably not written out of existence. And creating the sun does in fact seem to be -if you pardon my little pun - vitally important. [He flutters his wings slightly, worrying his lip with a fang, though he stops when he can suddenly taste blood. Damn it. Oh well, at least it’s not an unpleasant flavor anymore.]

So really, I have no reason to complain at all. Things turned out as beneficial as they could possibly have, all things considered. [He hesitates, following the smooth line of one of his horns with a finger, right until it abruptly turns downwards again. This is stupid.]

I suppose I would just have preferred if I didn’t have to find out like that. It wasn’t a message meant for me, I read it while looking for consolation for someone else, and then held a crying Ace in my arms while quite failing to adequately phrase my condolences to him. [He breathes in deeply.] I didn’t have as much as a moment to reflect on how I felt, or on my own grief, before everything here went... what’s that phrase Ace uses? Shithive maggots.

What I’m saying is... I wish you’d said something to me too. Anything, really.

[doesntdiscriminate]

[Sabo blinks at him in confusion for a moment, trying to remember exactly what it was he wrote but everything leading up to standing on those quest beds and waiting for the countdown to reach zero is just a messy blur. He knows he didn't mean for Luvander to think that he hadn't even bothered to say goodbye though. Rubbing his face in frustration he lets out a short, tired laugh.]

Hah, fuck! Really managed to mess that one up, didn't I?

[He shakes his head, trying to put what he remembers of his thoughts and feelings back then into actual coherent sentences]

There wasn't time to write something for each of you so I sent my message to Ace because... [He sighs because what he's about to say is probably going to sound a bit shitty. Because it is.] Because I knew he wouldn't see it in time for either of you to try and come up with some fucking argument about it. And because we're, you know. [He waves vaguely with his hand, hoping to hell that Luvander know what it is they are because he sure as fuck don't.] But the message wasn't intended to be just for him.

[He turns, straddling the ledge so that he can face Luvander head on.]

Look. I don't really remember what the fuck I wrote in that thing. In my head there's a piece of it that's meant for him and one that's meant for you, which I obviously didn't manage to fucking communicate properly so I don't know. But for what it's worth; when I was writing it I wasn't just thinking about him. I was thinking about both of you.

[theveilisin]

[Somehow, that really does manage to soothe his hurt feelings significantly. Even though it doesn’t really change how awful it was to find out like that, how he’d tried to get in contact only to find to his complete lack of surprise that no one was replying. How he’d tried desperately to find them in his mind, but the Furthest Ring i does not yield so easily to a Seer of Life, the ancient existences of the Gods warping everything around them, and a suicide mission is about the last thing a Seer of his aspect is made to track. He’d still tried, but the further his sight got toward the Green Sun, the more it blinded him with its existence; with the massive lives of the universes that orbited it, that would orbit it, which always had orbited it, all at once. And at the heart of each universe, a piece of the Green Sun, tied to an immortal being.

All that life shone too brightly for him to see anything at all.

All of that had happened, and it had hurt. Then Ivory has gone insane, the sound of blades clicking in the dark, and it had all gone so very wrong. Compagnon had lost his shit too, blasting a fucking hole through Spiridon and knocking Ace - the mustard blood, not the other one - the fuck out, and then... well, then the giggling nookbreath had blown a hole through Luvander too. And everything had gone dark.

He’d cut Compagnon in half, and that had hurt too. He hadn’t had the heart at the time to kill Ivory, and he’s beginning to regret it now. As for Havemercy... well, he’d left Rook to deal with that. He might actually be able to wash his hands of that mess.

He’s getting away from the point, he knows. His head hurts, and he leans forward to rest it in his hands. All these deaths, most of which he’d been incapable of reversing, and still- still, it had been Sabo that had kept hanunting him. So to find him there by the sun, wearing his stupid god pajama and equally ridiculous grin... it had left him with a lot of complicated and largely unexamined grief which suddenly had nowhere to go.]

Next time, I suggest using my name while addressing me. Trolls don’t make a habit of the strange mind games humans play, where you assume something to be obviously implied just because that was your intention. [He manages a small, feeble smile.] Also, please don’t let there be a next time. I’m not sure Ace could take it, and I’m fairly certain that I’m at the end of my metaphorical rope as well. [He reaches out and brushes his orange claws gently across Sabo’s hand.] So no unnecessary heroics, if you please. Or machiavellian plans which would make your death just, though those seem less likely.

[doesntdiscriminate]

[He rolls his eyes a bit, because why did trolls always have to make everything so goddamn complicated, before taking Luvander's hand and tangling their fingers together.]

I wasn't actually playing any mind games, but sure. Fine. Next time I feel the need to write a suicide/goodbye note I'll make sure it's sectioned and labeled properly. Not that I'm planning for there to be any more times. I don't exactly relish the thought of dying, you know. [He just didn't really shy away from it as much as most people did despite Luvander's mantra of dead Sabo's being the enemy.

He knows Luvander isn't going to fail to notice that he doesn't actually promise not to do any of the things Luvander doesn't want him to do, and can only hope he understands why Sabo can't. He gives Luvander's hand a soft and hopefully comforting squeeze.]

Could ask the same thing of you, if that bandage I saw you wearing earlier is anything to go by. Since I'm assuming that the green stuff all over it was your blood and not just some spectacularly failed attempt at a dye job. [A pause and then a there's a small, hiccuping giggle that says quite a bit about his emotional state right now.] Pun not intended.

[He sighs and leans in and rests his forehead against Luvander's shoulder, nuzzling against it before adding in a lower voice.]

I'm really happy that I can be with you in person. So try not to die, okay?

[theveilisin]

[He just raises his eyebrows slightly, because honestly, a fair amount of human interaction seems to him to be nothing but mind games, but he’s not going to argue about it. He just sighs quietly at Sabo’s words, because no, of course he knows there’s no guarantee that either of them won’t have to sacrifice themselves again. That’s why he’d specified that he wanted no unnecessary heroics, because the necessary kind really cannot he helped, in their situation.

He’s not sure how to interpret Sabo leaning against his shoulder. Fine, so humans don’t have quadrants, or at the very least don’t think of them in the same way trolls do, but... surely by now Sabo knows enough to understand that making pale overtures toward Luvander would be inappropriate? So is this a flushed flirtation of some kind, then? Or is it just standard human clinginess? They seem awfully fond of touching each other even when they’re not romantically involved.

Why are alien customs so... well, alien? Strike that, dumb question. But it’s still frustrating.

So to distract himself, he looks down at his own abdomen, running his hand gently over the spot where the wound had been. Even through his shirt, he can feel the slightly harder texture of the scar there.]

I’m still not sure I was heroic back then. Maybe... Maybe I would have resurrected even if I wasn’t a rainbow drinker. Maybe not. [He grimaces slightly.] It all happened so fast. Suddenly Compagnon was dueling Ace - the other one, the one who stayed behind - and knocked him into a wall. Before I knew it, Spiridon... she was dead. Then he turned on me, and-

[The words get stuck in his throat. Of course losing one of his friends had been awful, but he doesn’t necessarily feel like her death had been his fault. The matriorb, on the other hand...] He destroyed our one hope to survive as a species. [The words taste of bile.] It was my responsibility, and I- I couldn’t protect it. So I didn’t just attack him because he needed to be stoped. I attacked because I was furious; with him, but mostly with myself.

... And then he blasted a hole through me. I don’t know. Does that sound heroic to you?