The world- the real, grotesque, fucked up world- lies hidden in plain sight.
Monsters blending in, sitting at your dinner table, smiling at you, unsuspecting.
Because they think they are safe, that they are going unnoticed just fine.
Hunters are getting faster and more efficient, wiping groups of forty- no fifty, a hundred monsters at the same time.
And only because at one time one got too reckless or showed a part of themselves that scared a human.
Mindless assaults, innocent people being locked away and reckless people roaming the streets.
Kidnapping, homicide and rape.
Robbery, arson, fraud.
Substances given out to abused teens in dirty alleys.
Yet humans always seem to deserve another chance.
Because they are humans, because they stand above all.
Because that's just the way things are.
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I know about hunters and their crimes.
I know about monsters and their dark, predatory nature.
But now that I've moved to this new, comfy apartment with this other student- and since I never really got involved with the supernatural to begin with- I know I should try to forget and lead a normal, laid-back life.
With friends and maybe a relationship. Who knows, maybe enrol in a school, like I should.
A normal, happy, fully-functioning life.
A life full of lies.
Yeah, not my thing.
Instead, I'll just head outside with little to no preparation and observe and study and write about the truths I uncover.
While lying to everyone around me and avoiding hunters and civvies alike, ignoring my roommate and with no end goal to it.
Yep, sounds more like me.
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Didn't go as planned.
Half of my contacts aren't human,
Am I human?
Hope so...
But do I?
Discussing the supernatural among other topics with my roommate has become routine.
My roommate who doesn't know about the supernatural.
My roommate who doesn't question where I go or what I do.
She does question why I just walked through the door limping and covered in blood though.
Good God, this should be fun.
Rodriguez bothers, circa the late 90's and early 2000s.
D. falls for somebody illegal to love. To admit love is a death sentence... but is living without love really living?
Diego doesn't have to look any farther than the boy next door...
Raul's never been interested in sex or relationships until he meets somebody that he can't live without. Thankfully he--uh, they--also don't want to have sex.
Eliseo has practically lived at his friend David's house. Sure, they're close, but friendship isn't what keeps him coming back. He'll claim it is, of course, because he can't admit that his reasons have anything to do with David's beautiful, widowed mother.
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Adrian fell in love at a young age. She became his best friend, his everything, but due to his timid nature, he's never been able to find the words to tell her... but even if he had, would it have mattered? He's dangerous, and she, well she's not allowed to bare children.
Salvador and Xavier have always shared everything. Does that also mean sharing a Mate?
Juan finds his Bloodmate among the humans... but she's already married--happily--and wants nothing to do with the strange man that watches to make sure she gets home safely every night.
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Warnings/Heads up:
There will be gay, straight, bi, and ace characters in this story as well as age gaps... and while you're promised hea/hfn, the culture most of these characters have been born into is toxic. There will be homophobia, references to self-harm, references to abuse, some mild kink, low-key slut-shaming, and views/emotions stemming from something akin to religious trauma (writing is the best therapy after all). I hope you enjoy, and even more so that something might resonate with you. We're all on a journey, and it often helps to know we're not alone. *hugs*