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Characters: Vex & you
Summary: Vex has been in what he dubbed "this hellhole" for four months and he's more than a little furious with everything and everyone. This is a catch-all for various activities. Ping thefacelessevil if you want a special starter.
Date(s): September.
Warnings/Notes: language, smut, Vex being Vex


Hunting trip with his vamp (mordacita)

Vex didn't say much, just a quick text that said something along the lines of 'hey, short dark and vampy, let's go kill shite' with the location of where he'd be. It was the forest near his home, and Vex was decked out in his snug leather pants, tight sleeveless leather shirt and heavy boots despite the stifling hot weather.

He had a wicked dagger strapped to his belt, paired with a compound bow in his hands and arrows in a quiver on his back (had someone been taking lessons with Alec, or did he always know how to shoot?), all of it was black of course, because if there was one thing Vex knew how to do it was to not blend with his surroundings. Everything was ridiculously green and nature-y, the scowl on his face was deep as he sat on a mossy rock and waited for Rafa to show.

Winning the ex back? (pillz)

It was three in the morning and started as a harmless 'plink plink' noise against Kavinsky's window- something that could be easily mistaken as a branch swaying in the breeze or maybe the start of some hail. After a few of those the next sound was distinctly unsubtle: a rock came crashing through the glass, followed by a loud drunken howl from the fae outside.

"VINNY! GET YOUR HOT BITCH ARSE BACK TO ME BEFORE I WRING YOUR GORGEOUS NECK, YA BASTARD! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I LOVE YA, YOU STUPID LITTLE SHIT!"

That's amore.

Threeway with demigods (deathkid and healingdork)

One day, around midnight, a sleepless Vex shows up at Nico and Will's door. Slightly tipsy, but not enough to call him inebriated, he pounds on the door until one of them answers. There, shirtless, clad in nothing but his leather pants and flip-flops, he leans against the door frame and stares at whomever was in front of him- regardless of who it was, his words were the same.

"Can both of ya screw me already?"

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[pillz]

There's a staccato kind of silence. Long enough for the faerie to get up, start to move away, the light from the modern wooden house fading off his back.

And then a rock bounces off Vex's ass. A smaller one than that which Kavinsky had brained him with moments ago.

"Fucking delighted," he shouts. Standing like a scalded cat, back up, eyes big in the dark, all teeth and spikes. "Don't I fucking look over the fucking moon? This is basically my cum face, shithead. 'Course you could fucking tell, 'cause you spent like five months fucking my brains out after you got back to Eudio." His voice rises and cracks like a storm mounting the horizon. He stoops to get another pebble, quick as a blink, because: vampire. Hurls it squarely at one of Vex's calves.

"You don't get to fucking use people like a goddamn jizz sock, then put them right back on your fucking cock cuz they don't like the rancid stank-ass itch, you rat fink bastard. What's the worst thing you ever did to Mark, huh?"

[vexy]

Vex hadn't gotten far before he was reminded of one of Mo's manic moments. One second he was pushing him away, the next he was screaming and hurting him, the next phase was typically all hugs and begging forgiveness. He was sick of it then, he was sick of it now, and he growled in a mixture of pain and frustration.

"What the fuck do you want from me?!" He yelled out, the depth of his frustration clear in his voice as he half-turned towards his ex. "I want to stay, you want me to lie, and I can't change what's been bloody been done! Stop crying over the past for one minute and just come out with what you want now that doesn't involve a fantasy land?!"

[pillz]

It's an impossible question. For Kavinsky, it's impossible. It would be impossible to explain what he wanted that didn't involve fantasy, because nothing he wants seems even remotely realistic— has ever seemed remotely realistic. To be loved, valued, with some semblance of commitment, safety, a halfway clear understanding, some kind of future. Two good months. Three. Three months without unimaginable, soul-crushing pain and humiliation. After Eudio, by now, he knows that it might only be impossible because he is.

Most days, that'd mean he'd lie. But today-- something about Vex's turned back, something about Vex looking like he's the one who gets to be hurt again. Something about the fact this is the third fucking time, after Ronan, after Caleb, and he didn't even kidnap anybody this time. Third time, no charm. Nothing.

"I wanted you to unfuck my life, you jackhole piece of shit," he shouts at Vex's half-turned back, his fangs in a snarl, but his tattooed hands loose at his sides and his eyes stay oddly dead despite that— he'd been off his meds awhile before he turned, and the bad old habits started creeping up onto him. Like cutting off emotions the way they say jackals will chew off their own feet to get out of traps. And of course !! adding some awful shit to the biting bit of honesty he dares to share. "I wanted you to unfuck my life like Mark unfucked your life.

"And now that you fucked that up, I want. I want whatever you'd do to D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. for taking him. There's probably— a billion fucking worlds out there where he finds someone else. Whatever you'd do to them, that's the shit I want to happen to you."

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"No, darling, Mark didn't unfuck my life," he began with a sneer, his eyes dark and shadowed by his lashes as he barely looked at the boy who once so desperately needed him. "He showed me what it was like to be loved and now I'm fucked forever because I know how good it feels. I know what it's like to be someone's one and only and all I want is for that feeling back, I'd do anything for it. I thought you could give it to me, but all you want to do is chase my bloody ghosts!"

He nearly shot out his hand to mesmer Kavinsky, but caught himself before he did it. He clenched his hand so hard that his blunt nails dug harshly into his palm, enough to bruise. "He wasn't taken, I died and this is my hell. Alone, surrounded by couples, given hope when one of them breaks up and wants me only to have him reject me. So go on, go through your torture list then love, because I promise you that nothing you do to me can match what you've already done. The last person to give me hope before you was him and we all know how that turned out."

His head tilted up as he shouted at the sky. "YOU GETTING OFF ON THIS, F.A.T.E.S., HADES, WHATEVER YOU ARE?! This is what you wanted, yeah?! What does it fucking matter!?" He growled in frustration before he stomped off again, and this time if Kavinsky tried to throw more rocks at him he would mesmer him- burns be damned. He didn't care anymore.

[pillz]

Kavinsky's brilliant plan of making sure this was entirely about him doesn't seem to be working as well as he'd hoped, and he's suddenly too disoriented to fix it. He's never been good at fixing things, anyway, certainly not to persuade anybody else to see things from his point of view. It grates, that Vex turns to address F.A.T.E.S., or 'Hades?'-- 'the powers that be,' when all this shit is about him.

S o he kind of collapses in on himself like wet cake, no longer spitting curses after Vex, but imploding into something morbidly cold, dead-eyed, his face rigid, empty as a corpse's. He does throw another rock, but it misses-- half intentional, just to see if Vex would flinch.

Life is a fucking nightmare. What people dream for you. Xistentia seems proof of that as much as anything Kavinsky's ever seen in his life.