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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?"

Comments

[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.