Martin has a fantasy.
Martin has a lot of fantasies, actually, because he’s got an overactive imagination and he’s incredibly gay. And, well, having Jonathan Sims as his boss now really, really doesn’t help with that. It almost feels a bit like going through puberty again, the way his thoughts always default to sex sex sex whenever he doesn’t have something else to think about. Except this time, he’s got some experience to back those fantasies up. He knows more. The fantasies aren’t all vague flashes of skin and heat, fractured moments of a process he isn’t entirely certain of. They’re intricate, elaborate things that he puts entirely too much thought and detail into.
He has a lot of fantasies. But recently, one of them has become the fantasy. The new favorite, the one he keeps coming back to over and over again. The finer details vary sometimes, but the broad strokes remain the same. It’s like this:
“Martin,” Jon says shortly one day, opening the door to his office to glare out at the little Archival Assistants bullpen.
He’s about to tell the guy to sod off when suddenly their eyes met. Jon squints at them because something about them just seems off. Before he can think too deep about it though a wave of dizziness suddenly hits him. He stops in his steps and stares confused at the stranger.
He gets an urge to look around, see where he is and try to remember why he is there, but it’s difficult to look away from those intense eyes -
Then a man walks past him, he looks at him, and a swooping sensation in his gut says yes. It isn’t the vampire part of him. He’s just… really pretty. Really Martin’s type. Short and small, neat and well put together, tired and professional, with perfect posture and a quick, impatient stride. He looks like he works in an office. He looks about a decade older than Martin. He looks important, and dignified, and hot. In that very particular way that Martin’s always been into.
Not that… not that attractiveness should have anything to do with picking a meal. Oh, it sounds bad to call people meals. Victims? Even worse.
Martin should in fact not pick this man, specifically because of how attracted he is to him. It would be the responsible thing to do.
Except he’s already following him. And he’s hungry.
Leitners have... interesting affects, at times.
(Or, Jon comes across a Leitner that makes everybody think he's a cat.)
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27 Sep 2020
[There’s a child underneath Fire Lord Zuko’s desk.
He doesn’t realize this until he sits down and tiny hands wrap themselves around his ankles, and Fire Lord Zuko definitely does not shriek and backpedal away at the unexpected touch.
He definitely does do that but Gou, the single guard he’s agreed to let shadow him, is kind enough not to mention it.]
In which Fire Lord Zuko is a total mess and somehow people manage to love him for it anyway.