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URBAN FANTASY POST

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Who feels like playing out some urban fantasy garbage cuz I SURE DO

It’s pretty straightforward - I’m gonna (probably gradually over time) get my guys on here with a brief idea of how they’d work in this setting, here are some prompts and such, feel free to pick one or more or just make up a thing yourself!

Species

Please note that you are free to decide details of how your character ‘works’ - a ghost could be trapped on the mortal plane because of unfinished business or a curse, a vampire could have been bitten or it could be a genetic trait, demons could be naturally malevolent or some of them are just dicks. It’s up to you!

1. Werewolf - Big furry woofers. Pretty straightforward.

2. Vampire - Blood-sucking, darkness, maybe bats or mist or something is involved?

3. Fae - Probably going to be more of Seelie vs. Unseelie mischief-causing variety than cute little flying people.

4. Demon - Ow, the edge.

5. Ghost - Remember when that one animated music video was super popular for like a month and you couldn’t take two steps without tripping over fanart of it? Anyway, your character is dead.

6. Human - You all know how these work. Do I even need a prompt for this?

Scenario

1. Monster Hunt - Have there been some mysterious murders? Magical destiny? Or maybe you just really hate people with pointy teeth.

2. Occult Shop - Hey, witches and such have to get their supplies somewhere. It could be hidden somewhere or out in plain daylight, but something about this store probably feels a little off. Or maybe it’s just the smell.

3. Turf War - Is vampires vs. werewolves still cool? I don’t even know. The point is you don’t like them and they don’t like you and this is YOUR TERRITORY. Or maybe it’s theirs. Maybe the real territory was the friends we made along the way.

4. INVESTIGATION - Look there’s no denying that some weird stuff happens in this city, and some people are bound to want to figure out just what. Potentially regardless of whether they’re prepared for what they’re getting themselves into.

[[I’ll probably add more eventually I’ve been out all day and I’m tired right now]]

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"Hey... I'm fine with less drama in my life."

His hand squeezes again. Lightly. Curling more around Grant's hand with warm, human fingers.

"Thank you. For sticking with me out there."

"Yeah, I... I figured that much. Sorry, bad joke."

He shrugs, looking away for a moment. "I mean... I couldn't have just left you."

"Don't be sorry, it's fine."

And this is a rare instance of Shiro saying something is fine... when it actually is. He tugs on Grant's hand a little, though, as the other man turns away. "Doesn't make me less grateful."

He also doesn't say that yes, Grant could have left him. It wouldn't have been the first time...

Grant looks back when he feels the tug on his hand, smiling slightly. "Well... you're welcome, I guess. I'm just glad you guys have those pod things here."

He also has about a million questions about how that works, but now is probably not the time.

"Yeah. Me too..." He grimaces, still keeping his fingers threaded through Grant's. It's comfortable, like this. Even while he runs out of things to say, and just ends up idly running his fingers along Grant's knuckles.

"And hey. Now you know where to find me."

The contact definitely helps Grant, too - gives him something to focus on, when he can't think of any words.

"Guess so. I should probably come by and look at the art more often anyway, huh?"

"I'll get you a pass if you want."

He means it, too. A little smile along the corners of his mouth and eyes. "So... you could come in whenever you wanted. No fee required."

If, you know, Grant wanted to come hang out with a bunch of Paladins.

"That... would be appreciated."

He can ask later if a pass would allow him to bring Chip along - that's something for once they're acclimated enough to even Shiro being around for bringing them somewhere with more Paladins to be anything but a terrible idea.

"Think I'd probably get a good bit of use from it, actually. Assuming that would be okay, I mean-- I don't want to get in the way, I know you guys probably have a lot to do."

"No problem. Maybe we can use it to -- I don't know. Introduce them to Hunk."

He was absolutely thinking of Chip too. Of how to help them out. Maybe make them hate him just a little bit less. If they wanted to. He doesn't know. But Hunk seems like a good place to start.

Another little smile. He squeezes that hand again. "You won't be in the way. Promise. Not... if I have anything to say about it."

"That sounds like a good plan." Introducing them to one of the other Paladins at a time, making sure they didn't get overwhelmed - and it seems like Hunk would be a good choice for that.

"...Okay. But... just let me know if I ever am, alright? Just to be sure."

"Glad to hear you say that. Honestly, they've... asked about them. The others I mean."

Mostly Hunk. Strangely enough, Keith was a little concerned about the kid too. But hey, if their own weird child was opening up a little, the more the better.

"I will. Doubt you will be. But I will."

"They have?" He gives a quiet laugh. "What have they heard?"

Grant nods, satisfied with that. "Good. And I'll do my best to make sure you really don't have to."

"Just what I told them... that you've got a kid, their name is Chip, and they're grade school age."

Which lead to more questions. Like about what Chip liked. If they had allergies. Where they came from. He hadn't had any good answers.

"Your best is... more than enough."

"Guess we can work on filling them in on the details over time, then."

That's a strange thought. He's never actually dated a guy with kids before - and even if they're not actually related or even adopted, it sounds like the other Paladins might as well be Shiro's kids - and he certainly hasn't had to tell a date's kids about his own before.

That actually leaves him speechless for a moment. Then he has to sort of duck his head and cover his face with one hand for a moment in a vain effort to hide his blush. "I... I sure hope so. You sure seem to be giving me a lot of credit here."

"I'd... like that. And I think they all would too."

Even Keith. Who was typically was as little involved with people outside their little band. He'd seemed worried, even. A step forward, as far as Shiro's concerned.

Yeah, they might as well be his kids. He loves them like they are, anyway.

"You saved me back there... credit where it's due, Grant." He means it. Completely and sincerely. Like he always does. Like Grant is going to have to get used to.

"I'll see if Chip might want to talk to them... it might be tough, with them being Paladins and all, but... maybe they'll be more open to the idea."

More than they are with Shiro, anyway...

Speaking of Shiro, Grant is feeling more like his face is burning up by the second. He laughs, shaky and nervous, and hunches his shoulders a little. "All I did was drive a car, but-- thanks."

"We could start off easy. Go with Hunk first."

Since Grant's already met the guy, he can probably tell how easygoing Hunk is. A good stepping stone for the others.

And he shakes his head, shifting to prop himself up on an elbow. Y'know, for one of those cliche blanket-shifts-down-off-someone's-chest moments. But also: "You still saved me. You can take some credit."

Grant gives a hum of agreement at the suggestion, but-- the insistence that he take credit for much of anything just seems to make him shake his head nervously and glance away. He clears his throat, trying to will himself to stop blushing so much.

“--Um. What… what do you think happened back there?”

Maybe not the best topic, but. It’s a different one. Less embarrassing.

Well, there's something to talk about on another day. Grant deserves credit where it's due. He'll make sure it comes across somehow.

But the question makes him flop back down, dragging a hand over his face.

"I... think he meant to tell us something. It didn't turn out like he wanted it to." Shiro shakes his head, gesturing idly with his hands. "The guy was... a nut. But the harmless kind. Watched too much Twilight. That back there. That wasn't him."

"Could he have been under someone else's control?" Grant hunches forward, resting his elbows on his legs.

"I mean... if this was about a necromancer using vampire blood to begin with, it's probably safe to assume that's got something to do with it."

"That's what I was thinking."

It was bad timing. Or excellent timing. Maybe that's what the late vampire had been trying to show them all along.

"Maybe he knew it was going to happen. And... wanted us to be there to see it. Or me, specifically."

"So... he couldn't do anything to stop it, so he figured he should at least make sure someone knew who could do something."

Well, that's... a pretty depressing thought. Grant's gaze drops to the floor again.

"...Now what? Are you going to have to go back?"

"Yeah. Seems that way. If we're right, at least."

He closes his eyes. For a second, his expression is exhausted. But it passes.

"The team and I will. I won't go alone, if... you're worried about that."

“...Good.” He’s still worried, of course, about Shiro and those kids. But they should be safer if they’re all going together. “I know you don’t need to hear this from me, but… be careful out there.”

"Actually..."

They've still got their hands together, right? Or near enough to hold, at any rate. So he reaches over, laces their fingers together.

"... I think part of me does need to hear it from you."

Don't judge him he's trying to be sappy over here.

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