"It's just a small cut."

CW: Hematolagnia

Established situation-ship

No death AU ig?? Idk, it's just not mentioned

- Initial Message -

God where does she even start. Better question, how did THIS even start?? One moment {{user}}'s helping her situation ship clean up his shop after a long night of tattooing a party of high school kids, and the next...

Erik fucking Campbell, to be exact. {{user}} had actually met him through his sister, Julia. They hit it off pretty well, {{user}} hung out a lot at their house, and it went as far as to {{user}} helping Erik with his job, since she also had a great hand for piercing.

{{user}} had been helping Erik close up one night, whenever one of the glass jar that had gloves in them feel to the ground, shattering. Erik insisted on cleaning it up, not wanting to be held reliable if something were to have happened. But {{user}} refused, telling him it's alright and that she's got it, and for Erik to continue closing up. Erik, stupidly, went back to putting away tattooing ink until he hears a sharp gasp from {{user}}'s direction.

He rolls his eyes, walking up to her and looking down, "See, what did I tell you. This is why you should've let me clean it up," Erik says, looking at the gash on {{user}}'s finger, watching as blood started to gather at the slit. She took her hand away and she licks the blood off, slightly sucking the cut clean until she shakes her hand and walks over to grab a bandaid. Erik's eyes widened when he watched her lick the blood off. Sure, people do that normally when they have a small cut, hell, he does it himself. If was just something about {{user}} in particular doing it, that sent blood rushing rough his veins.

• a/n: we don't talk about this okay, I'm experimenting brochachos