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Okay, but consider this: an ancient / immortal being and a time traveler that keep running into each other throughout different periods of history… 

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text: Putting the romance in necromancer...

Ethan <3

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🥀 + my Necromancer Durge, Jett, if you’d be so kind! Sorry I’m a little late to the challenge, but I love your art!

Thank you! <3 I hope it's not very OOC for him, but I just couldn't resist XD

☽ 𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠 (x) ☾

Kiki's Delivery Service | 魔女の宅急便 (1989) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

For the glory of Bhaal 💀🎶

Bones bones, roses roses...

Send 🌑 to watch the solar eclipse with my muse.

Zach’s bare chest was hard enough not to stare at, but the thought of him not wearing underwear was almost even more distracting. Pretending that he hadn’t been in some sort of love with the man since he was sixteen was growing more and more difficult by the day! They were friends, though. Good friends, and he really didn’t want to ruin that. Merlin’s beard, he was cute, though, standing there in the unfairly bright morning light. Jett almost didn’t register that he was being handed a cigarette, he was so distracted, but he recovered quickly and took a drag. Eyes briefly fluttered closed as he slowly breathed out the smoke before landing on Zach once more, focus returned.

“Hmm, all of my clean shirts are cropped,” he answered, “but you’re welcome to them, or I can freshen up one of my button-downs for you, if you’d like.” Truth be told, he’d gladly give Zach anything he wanted. Especially if it meant seeing the other rocking one of his cropped band t-shirts and those jeans…something about that was so tantalizing to Jett, and he really didn’t want to analyze why. Not right now. Sighing, he ran a hand through his long hair and finally got up, pulling open the top drawer of his dresser with a twitch of his index finger and searching through his shirts. After a moment, he held up a slightly faded black Weird Sisters tee that had a sort of tie-dye pattern bleached into it. It was cropped, just as he’d said. “Here. This might actually look better on you than it does on me,” Jett added with a smirk.

“Happy Easter - bitch”

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“Aww, are those flowers for me? You shouldn’t have! How very thoughtful of you, Zach!” Jett gave a sardonic yet somehow still serine grin, pointedly avoiding staring at his friend’s bare chest. He couldn’t let himself be distracted by how pretty Zacharias was, especially in the early morning light of a fine spring day. It wasn’t easy. He was acting more confident than Jett had ever seen him, which only added to his attraction to the man. “Happy Easter to you, as well, although I don’t yet have a gift for you. Lost track of time. My apologies,” he added sheepishly. Truthfully, Jett didn’t celebrate Easter, so it had snuck up on him.

“Might we go for a walk in the park so I can make it up to you?”

Send 💗 to pull my muse into a sudden hug and hold them tight, refusing to let go (Nick; @mxrvelouscreations

Free Hugs! | @mxrvelouscreations

Jett wanted to be angry. He wanted to shove the vampire away, to demand an explanation for his sudden and prolonged absence, and had even planned on it the moment he’d seen the other enter his courtyard. An entire rant ready to spew from his lips! Eyes glowing an eerie green from the effort he was putting into containing his rage and heartbreak.

It all melted away when Nikolas dashed over and pulled him into his arms. Jett froze, unsure whether he should still struggle and yell, or just accept it for now. His body betrayed him. Knees weak, he leaned into the tight hug. How long had he been deprived of this man’s touch that he was so desperate for it now?

Too long.

“I…I missed you, too,” he murmured, voice straining. That was the understatement of the century. When he’d awoken months ago to find his bed empty and Nick nowhere to be found, he’d told himself that the vampire was probably just out hunting. It wasn’t until that following sunrise that he’d truly gotten worried, and realized upon further investigation that all of Nick’s stuff was gone. That was the moment that broke him. He’d hit his knees, crying, wondering what on earth he’d done to deserve being abandoned like that, agonizing over yet another failed love affair. Days without eating or sleeping, doing anything and everything to keep himself busy, fading into weeks of exhaustion. Eventually, however, his heart had begun to mend. It wasn’t his fault. Logically, he knew that. And just when he’d convinced himself to believe it, Nick had finally waltzed back into his life.

No. He was angry, happy as he was that the other was still alive, and he couldn’t push those feelings down. Delicate hands curled into fists as he gripped at the other’s shirt, pulling back to glare directly into Nick’s eyes. “Why did you leave me?” he snarled. “You didn’t even say anything! Or leave a note! Anything to let me know if or when you would be back! I spent months grieving you, Nikolas, thinking that either you’d been taken from me, or that I’d done something to run you off! And now you finally come back, thinking you can hold me like nothing happened?! Like you didn’t just fucking abandon me?!” His voice cracked on the last sentence, tears welling in his dark brown eyes.

Send 🐾 to boop my muse! (Eddie; @mxrvelouscreations

Boop! | @mxrvelouscreations

“Hey!” The drummer giggled, scrunching his nose adorably as it was poked by his best friend and paramour. He grinned, attempting to hide his furiously blushing face in Eddie’s shoulder, partially to keep his nose from being booped again, and partially to try and conceal the effect the other man had on him. He was cute. Gods, he was so cute, and it wasn’t fair that he could melt Jett with a single touch, or a smile, or a kiss, or a laugh! He had a way of flustering Jett easily without making him the butt of a joke or making him angry, and the necromancer treasured that dearly, but it didn’t keep him from protesting.

They’d been in the middle of making out, after all, and Jett had been caught off guard by the playful tap in a most undignified manner. “Keep puttin’ your fingers in my face, and I’ll fuckin’ bite ‘em,” he threatened, still laughing against Eddie’s collarbone. Little did the other know, he was only half joking. Oh, he wouldn’t bite hard. Just a little nibble! He didn’t want to hurt the man, and honestly wasn’t that irritated by the poking, but he still wanted to teach him a lesson. It would serve Eddie right for getting him all riled up.

“Help? No, no, please, you’re my guest. I ain’t gonna make you work for your supper,” Jett answered with a slight laugh. “You just have seat, make yourself comfortable.” Upon hearing confirmation of the mystery man’s hunger, Jett flitted off to the kitchen, only to poke his head back into the living room a moment later, a thoughtful expression written on his face. “I probably should have asked earlier, but do you have any food allergies or preferences? I was plannin’ on makin’ spaghetti and garlic bread, but I can change it up, if need be.”

Ironically, the last thing the necromancer wanted was a dead body in his living room. He was a caring person, and would feel horrible if his guest wound up choking or going into anaphylactic shock or something. Sure, he knew CPR, several magical ways of theoretically reviving the man, but he’d prefer if things didn’t get that dire.

"going home isn't an option anymore." -dacian @elementalxfury

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“I know that feelin’,” Jett answered, “all too well.” It felt like it had been eons since he’d last spoken to his immediate family, let alone lived with them. Not that he wanted them back. He’d given up on his parents because he knew full well that they didn’t give a damn about him. His mother would sooner beat his ass than let him come back, and his father would likely be too drunk and lethargic to even get up and open the door. Something told him that this man’s situation was a bit different, however. Something in the way he carried himself.

“Well, if you can’t go home, then you’re more than welcome here,” he declared with a soft smile, gesturing to the cabin behind him. It was somewhat small, despite being two stories, and rather rustic, fitting in well with the forest scenery. An old Chevy truck sat in the gravel driveway, faded blue paint spotted with rust. A fire pit and woodpile were positioned a few yards away from the house, with two large logs positioned on either side to act as benches for whenever Jett felt the urge to roast marshmallows. Overall, a pretty cozy place, tucked away on the outskirts of town, the Blue Ridge Mountains serving as the perfect backdrop. “Do you want somethin’ to drink, or maybe a hot meal? I was just about to whip somethin’ up, and I wouldn’t mind havin’ a guest, unexpected as you are. Why don’t you come on in and take a load off? Rest them weary bones for a minute?”