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Nixon ‘Finch’ Dusk
I only had a few bits to add at the end ....smh I shoulda ALREADY had him posted but either way here’s the sona/oc I talked SO much bout making for the Ministry of Darkness a LONG ass time ago
btw if things seem... outta character well for one i usually wind up diverting canon ...but also ...iiiii havent... watched MoD stuff in a long time so shush
TW: Cult themes and Kidnapping mentions
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| Name: Nixon ‘Finch’ Dusk (not his real name tho it was given to him by the leader himself, this is a sona/oc mix at this point lmao)
| Nicknames: Nix, Finchy, Fin, Dusk, Dusky (Finch is not his actual middle name, its a… Special name let’s just say that, so is ‘Little Finch’ only a certain person can call him that)
| Gender: Trans FTM (He/Him)
| Age: N/A (I’d have to do some math)
| Signature/Finisher: I’m theming him with bats- so his signature is just biting his opponent before knocking them down and then finisher is him going up to the top rope, spreading his arms wide and swooping down onto his opponents) doesn’t have a name bc im not super creative with these lmao
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| Classification: Heavyweight (probs somewhere around 340 to 360 pounds)
| Height: 5’5”
| Species/Race: Human…???
| Eye Color: Electric Purple (the brightest color you’ll see on him tbh also his pupils are slit)
| Hair Color: Dark Brown (spiked quiff)
| Skin Color/Body Type: Extremely pale and chubby
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| Appearance: His main outfit is a black gothic victorian tailcoat, he has a dark purple bowtie and then a dark purple silk shirt underneath the tailcoat, black and dark purple pants (the dark purple is essentially just zippers, despite seeming only there for aesthetic-
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Those are actually pockets just not very deep ones) he wears a wide brimmed dark purple boater hat with a black ribbon around it, there’s various kinds of bats hanging down on all sides of the hat, seems like he attached those himself (it’s basically just jewelry of different bats, vampire bats, flying foxes, etc) and finally he has just normal black wrestling boots with purple laces in em.
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Nix has a purple heart necklace that is held in place by black wings that he cherishes and wears all the time except when wrestling, he places it somewhere safe when he’s fighting so he doesn’t lose it- That necklace seems to be VERY special to him but he won’t say why, he also wears a bat themed necklace and then bat rings
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He has a black cane with a bronze vampire bat atop it (the bat has red glowing eyes and it seems to have some red stains on its teeth, gee I wonder what that could be) he has razor sharp fangs both top and bottom, black and purple claws (short claws so they won’t break as easily)
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Aside from that he has a circle beard, has a buncha scars- mostly from wrestling related injuries, and the final bit I can think of is that he has top surgery scars.
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| Side Facts: Idk I just don’t wanna give him a s e t personality,, I wanna just- do it as things go along ya know? Anyways, uh his relationship with other members of The Ministry- I’ll give that much info-
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So I’ll start off with… Mideon, you’d think Nixon finds him annoying much like the Leader and well… Everyone else tbh but actually… Nix gets along with Mideon fairly well, like they're not SUPER close or anything but Dusk likes Mideon’s company.
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Nix ain’t too fond of The Acolytes, now THEY are the ones he tolerates- and he only does so for the benefit of The Ministry other than that he avoids them as much as he can, wants nothing to do with them, I won’t say he ABSOLUTELY hates them but he’s just not too fond, basically he just dislikes them, they can be assholes.
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The Brood he absolutely adores! They are very close friends with one another actually, Nix adores Gangrel’s vampiric aesthetic and it seems Gangrel of course loves the bat themed attire Dusk wears, Gangrel has offered Nix some blood and weirdly and grossly enough Nixon took that offer, they have a sorta… ‘tea time’ on the weekends and they’ll sometimes gather and watch cheesy vampire movies and poke fun at them.
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Viscera? Mm, they haven’t gotten many chances to hang out so Nix is unsure but he does seem to show a sense of appreciation for Viscera, there’s a mutual respect amongst one another and Nixon has been saved from The Acolytes being assholes thanks to Viscera many times before and he could never thank the other enough for that, so not friends but also no tension between them, just a mutual respect for one another.
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Paul Bearer… …Ugh, he absolutely DETESTS that man but he is much higher ranking than him, he’s practically the Leader’s right hand man so Nixon doesn’t DARE say anything hateful to the other, he bites his tongue and keeps things to himself but he definitely despises Bearer deep down, that’s the one things him and The Acolytes can actually agree on btw! They share a mutual hatred for Paul Bearer.
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Paul doesn’t like Nixon either though, makes tons of snarky remarks toward him and is even MORE of an asshole somehow than The Acolytes themselves. …Nix also thinks Paul knows he’s hated but he uses the advantage of being the Leader’s right hand man, it's like he just waits to hear some kind of slip up and then runs to report it to him ...bc he would be the sleazy tattletail, y’all know he would
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…And then finally… The Undertaker himself… The Leader of the Ministry of Darkness… How does Nixon get along with the Leader…? Lmao if it ain’t obvious like ALL my sona-oc mixes, he’s got a big ol crush on The Leader because of course he does.
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He’s very gay for him, has he admitted anything? HJVKFGJDS ABSOLUTELY N O T- Nixon is way too terrified to outright admit his feelings, and to the Leader of The Ministry of Darkness itself? He feels like that’s a death wish waiting to happen. He would sooner drop dead than uh... Admit his feelings
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He doesn’t think Taker would like him back like that anyways, and honestly…? Nixon’s convinced himself if he ever confessed not only would he be rejected but probably frowned upon, looked at in pure disgust- that The Leader would take this as an insult so he keeps his feelings all inside (also bc uh well he doesn’t seem to be one for… ‘love’ in general)
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There’s only t w o people that actually know about his pining for Taker- and that’s Gangrel and Viscera, how Viscera knows? …He has… Experience, that’s how, don’t ask me what that means if you know you know.
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Gangrel? He knows because Dusk has told him p much, he thinks it’s cute, he can’t really offer any help though, that’s a thing for Nixon to do on his own …But he’s very much rooting for him so uh yeah, there’s that.
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Other than that literally no one is any the wiser that Nixon has a crush on their Leader lmao, he’s good at keeping things hidden, he’s good at keeping a neutral face and even when he does blush or any shit like that he merely says it’s just hot, after all the outfit he’s got on can get p hot sometimes-
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Now for some more… Juicy kinda lore… Nixon did have a life before The Ministry, a relatively normal one in fact, he didn’t dress like this or anything- and he even looked w a y more human than what he does now, he had a few close friends but he can’t… Seem to remember them or their names anymore, he doesn’t seem to remember much of anything outside of his life with The Ministry.
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I will say though, while at first The Ministry did kidnap him bc he very much didn’t want to go, something changed when he saw their leader for the first time and then he became more willing (before Taker did anything weird with his powers I should clarify)
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Which,, threw The Ministry for a complete loop but either way, it made things much easier and then soon enough, Dusk had joined, the details are fuzzy and just a complete blur when it comes to life outside of them and his old friends.
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But I WILL say, his friends hated that he joined so willingly like that bc Nix did tell them that despite how they first kidnapped him, he joined willingly, he WANTED to be in The Ministry and well… You can piece together what happened, a bad falling out occurred and well, ya know how it is in wrestling-
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There was a l o t of hurt and ….I might even call it betrayal, so yeye- that didn’t go so well unfortunately, the last tidbit I can think of to add to this bc I REALLY EXTREMELY just want to post him after talking so much about him…
Is that Nix is Pansexual.
#oc#original character#Nixon 'Finch' Dusk#ministry of darkness#ministry of darkness oc#...sona? oc? ...Both-#wrestling oc#wwe oc#btw i wanna remind just in case- everything is STRICTLY in kayfabe- in CHARACTER#i dont uh do shit outta character ....bc thats just#...just w e i r d and gross-#but uh here's the sona I talked SO much bout making#im sure i'll write for him some day and flesh out his personality and LORE IMMENSELY so#...also i havent watched anything bout the Ministry of Darkness in a l o n g ass time so give me a break lmao
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In the low light of the braziers, below the streets of the city in a haze of smoke, the followers of Set hold their ceremony and give their thanks and prayers to the Father.
In the shadow of the Hierophant you see the spark of one bright pupil gazing back at you. The Herald, the Miracle, the Godchild. Set Reborn, the Hierophant may have you believe. She's looking your way, curiosity piqued at your presence. Her interest makes your skin crawl, your toes curl, your heart race. The primal fear of something incomprehensibly more powerful than you mixed strangely with the primal desires that come from looking at someone so comely.
What do you do in the face of the Almighty? Perhaps the only right thing to do is give in.
#IT'S THE BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY#OUR GIRL#OUR MIRACLE CHILD#HALLELUJAAHH#Okay soryry done now i love this and am happy#kahn#kahanni#followers of set#the ministry#setites#vampire the masquerade#vtm#vtm oc#my art#world of darkness#ahhhh!!!
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Hello Alton Towers fandom, I’m not really new, I’ve just been lurking.
My name is Diandra and I hyperfixate a lot on the smiler and the ministry of joy. So…here’s my art regarding that, take it. I hope you like it ^^
This is all part of an overarching story. At least it’s gonna be at some point. I still only have singled out scenes in mind that I still need to stitch together.
I HAVE A PLAN! I SWEAR!
#the smiler#the smiler alton towers#the ministry of joy#smiler oc#alton towers smiler#smiler au#I AM STILL NOT OVER THE FACT THAT A ROLLERCOASTER HAS SO MUCH COOL AND DARK LORE#digital art#my art#oc#oc artwork#mad scientist#idk how to tag this#i am cringe but i am free#My boy Donnie is okay I swear he’s just feeling a little silly is all#correction really does things to you man
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Refsheet for my Setite 🐍 Friendly helpful guy who’s always got an open ear for your troubles, will totally not try to tempt you into his snake cult! <3
#vtm#vampire the masquerade#vampire oc#vtm art#world of darkness#followers of set#the ministry#vtm ministry#setite#my art#oc: romeo wilson
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In recent play NPC went nuts lol.
From left to right, top to down: Hecata, Ministry, Toreador, Caitiff and ghoul.
#vampire masquerade#vtm art#ttrpg#vtm toreador#my comic#comics#oc#monowska#hecata#ministry#toreador#caitiff#ghoul#oc rpg#wod#wod oc#world of darkness
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Here's fanart of the fun and super well designed characters by @ask-alton-towers!
Featuring Alton, smiler and oblivion (lord of light and lord of darkness)
They were very fun to draw and it took me like... 2 and a half hours (I hope the stars/sparkles on Alton's hat are visible lol)
#the smiler#alton towers#the ministry of joy#alton towers the smiler#oblivion#alton towers oblivion#alton towers oc#lord of light#lord of darkness#Art#My art
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*kicks down your door*
Hey Kay on the vtm questionaire for number 14 for death
How do they feel about diablerie?
for any of yours lol
heres the original reblog so anyone that wants can find the questions:
Wow so you come in, break my door and now you wont fix it? ok fine.
Since you wanted 14 and Diablerie(11) , ill do both for the vampires that more or less graced my blog and ill be doing these two as myself instead of characters since some of them wouldnt give you an actual answer and it was better formatted this way lol.
really long post ahead so read at your discretion
Bhima
III. DEATH
11. How do they feel about Diablerie?
Its...something hed love to not encounter on either side. The act feels very harsh and..very wrong. Not something hed do ever.
14. Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?
Bhima has frenzied once in the beginning of his vampire life when he was still getting used to everything and to his jumbled thinking. It did not turn out well. In the process he ended up killing his daughter because of how stressed he was for her in general and he simply blacked out when he saw her again. He sired her upon panicking about what hes done and its a whole mess he is trying to fix considering the siring was also not legalized.
Nazaire
11. How do they feel about Diablerie?
He gets why someone would do it but they dont like the idea of stealing someones "life" for power and then also having part of their soul. Sounds like a cool concept at first but he wouldnt like it to happen to him so why do it to someone else?
14. Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?
Yeah. A lot of clutch moments before they escaped the city he inhabited after their sires death and during the times he was hunted. It manifested in many ways. Some lunging at the vampires hunting them resulting in harm, sometimes results in self harm as well. He fed of a human once and they had to pretend they didnt. Never did it again.
Iulian
11. How do they feel about Diablerie?
Act of power with dubious ties to it. Nothing he hasnt seen or that would be uncommon for vampires to do. He thinks getting power like that is a cheat code and a beneficial one if you get to it but not something hell risk his skin for.
14. Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?
Thankfully for him, it has never happened.
Devon
11. How do they feel about Diablerie?
Doesnt care. He wont do it but he doesnt care if someone does. No strong opinion towards it.
14. Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?
He has never frenzied even if he was close to multiple times before. He was able to get himself as fast as he could out of high stress situations or neutralize the problem before the beast could come out.
Ankur
11. How do they feel about Diablerie?
Fun! Just dont get caught and its a plan. He hasnt done it but perhaps one day if he has the means for it, he might.
14. Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?
Yeah, a bunch of times. He is a fun of the "riding it out" or "going with the flow" so he frenzied willingly before and it proved as a very beneficial thing though risky and very very messy. Covered in blood from head to toe and surrounded by bodies but satisfied and safe. Plus, if youre quick about it, no one will ever know about your messier tendencies :)
Cecilia
11. How do they feel about Diablerie?
No. Below her. More honorable ways to get power.
14. Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?
She tried her hardest everytime to get the beast at bay since she holds a reputation so, no. She did not and is not planning to.
Nadia
11. How do they feel about Diablerie?
Tempting. Havent did it but she isnt opposed to it.
14. Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?
Nothing out of the ordinary, just very enraptured by one of her...meals that got way too messy. Only happened once tho.
Sunya
11. How do they feel about Diablerie?
Kindred do that to strengthen themselves and cover more ground by having more power, as always. Nothing shocking. They dont care about it though. They think its kind of like cheating and if you want to get big, why not set an example yourself instead of being a power sucking leech?
14. Have they ever Frenzied? What happened?
No...they....made sure not to. Theres no way that his sire would in any shape or form take that and they wouldnt be a fan of finding out what happens if the beast gets their way and their sire finds out.
#tw: self harm#tw: hinted abuse?#vtm oc#my ocs#ocs#malkavian#tremere#tzimisce#gangrel#ministry vtm#toreador#hecata#night city vtm oc: bhima#night city vtm oc: nazaire#night city vtm oc: iulian zamfir#night city vtm oc:#night city vtm oc: devon acierno#night city vtm oc: ankur#night city vtm oc: cecilia#night city vtm oc: nadia#nothing will contain this vibrant soul of life! // OC: Nazaire#to live to laugh to love // OC: Bhima#there is no man that is equal to me // OC: Iulian Zamfir#cold hearted boy! let me see who you are on the inside // OC: Devon Acierno#i will carve myself into you and take my time giving you this 'love' // OC: Ankur#what's wrong with being confident? are you scared // OC: Cecilia#they call me a heartbreaker for a reason baby // Nadia#golden feathers that burned away as they sunk deeper inside the darkness // OC: Sunya
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What about au where smiler was partially marmalised and works for the ministry and is trying to manipulate Victor and Alice into getting marmalised and becoming advocates
*waggles hand* So, not opposed to such an AU, but it would have to end with Alice and Victor getting Smiler out of the Ministry instead of Smiler successfully getting them to become Advocates. Reason being is, well, a Smiler working for the Ministry and trying to manipulate Victor and Alice is an unethical mind controller! And we know what Alice does to unethical mind controllers:
[ID: Animated gif by thedestinysunknown of the moment in A:MR when Alice, in her Wonderland form, shoves Bumby off the platform of the Underground station and into the path of an oncoming train]
Yeaaah, if you've ever thought my Smiler seems a little nice when compared to the coaster's actual theme, that's the reason. I had to give them ethics, otherwise they were going to get stabbed. So yeah, an AU like that would have to be along the lines of Smiler trying to get Victor and Alice to join up, only for Victor and Alice to instead show THEM how the Ministry is actually not really interested in happiness and is pretty evil honestly and get them out of there. (Which is actually not dissimilar to what happens in my Londerland Bloodlines AU (after the events of the game), where Smiler THINKS they've joined a group interested in making people happy and helping them through rough patches in their lives, but in fact the Ministry they've fallen in with is Ministry as in "Formerly The Followers of Set," and THEY'RE more interested in corrupting people with false joy...awful shame that they end up targeting Victor...)
#anonymous#ask#valicer#ministry employee AU#it's an interesting idea#just I have to go with the 'Smiler is ultimately redeemable' angle#because otherwise#see the gif#that is the tricky part about having an OT3 where one member is based off of a brainwashing machine coaster#and the other dealt with an evil brainwashing psychiatrist corrupting not only her but literal children#you gotta make sure your coaster OC is actually a decent human being#suppose it helps that I tend to focus on the more fun silly parts of the canon instead of the creepy parts#the Smiler most like the coaster is probably my Valicer In The Dark Smiler#and even THEN they don't actually pressure Victor and Alice into joining the Advocates cult#hell Smiler doesn't even mention they're a hypnotist for a while because they're worried it'll decrease maximum happiness in the group#(they end up revealing it after they think it'll add to happiness if they use it to help Victor's insomnia#but that's another post)#basically all the evil stuff tends to get offloaded onto Dr. Kelman#because he is a Convenient Evil Psychiatrist#and Smiler gets to be lots of fun and at least reasonably ethical
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henlo. i am here now. prepare for nerdy vtm, enderal n persona art shit <3
#vtm#vtm art#vampire the masquerade#vamily#world of darkness#digital art#artists on tumblr#vtm oc#wod#ministry#edgy shit#orignal character
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The Family of Destruction- Leon's Nightmare
Tw- mentions of death, visions of dead people, violence. Obs. (These make it sound a lot worse then it actually is. None of it is actually real its just, you know, mentioned)
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Leon has always seen the man. But he's never spoken to him. Never interacted with him. Chose to ignore him. He never told his parents about it. Didn't know how. It would of helped them understand why he never spoke. But. He knew it would destroy his parents, especially his dad, to find out he's being haunted, or hunted, by a younger version of himself.
Leon only began interacting with the man referred to as Ministry Taker by fans and Co workers when he started befriending and eventually dating Drew. And he only started to protect Drew and his family.
Leon knows what the demon wants, he wants back into his father's vessel. But he knows as he's got older the demon has viewed him as a more powerful vessel. Leon doesn't blame it, he's younger than Taker, he still has room to grow and learn new powers and abilities.
Leon watches as Drew talks with Cassie about a upcoming event. He watches with dull eyes as Ministry appears between them. Taunting Leon. He knows Leon won't expose him. He knows Leon never wants anyone to find out about him. And he loves to exploit that.
"You know how easy it would be for me to break both of their necks? Would you still just sit and watch then?" Ministry asks. Leon's jaw clenches. "How would you explain that to dad and pa? They'd believe you killed your baby sister" Ministry laughs. Leon lowers his gaze. He's never thought about if Ministry can actually harm real people, but then again, if he could, he would of taken Takers body by now. Right?
"Hey Lee!" Drew calls. Leon's head snaps up and his eyes widen. He flinches at cassie and drews appearance. Their skin grey, eyes black with blood running down their face as if their eyes have been removed. Their necks slightly bent. Leon feels his breathing start to pick up as drew reaches out with a bent and crooked hand. "Lee?" His distorted voice asks. Leon stands suddenly, ignoring the tear rolling down his face. He looks as the door opens, Rhea and liv strolling in, before back at a normal but concerned drew and cassie. "Leon? Are you alright?" Drew asks calmly. Leon quickly wipes his eyes. "I just need to go speak to my dad" Leon blurts out. "Oh..ok..." drew whispers. Leon quickly turns on to flinch at Ministry taker stood smirking down at him.
"Your not really going to tell on me now, are you Lee Lee?" Ministry teases. Leon grits his teeth and moves past him and out of the door. His freedom doesn't last long when Ministry is suddenly infront of him. "If the fear doesn't kill you, the disrespect will" Ministry growls grabbing the front of Leon's t-shirt. "You can't save them from me Leon" Ministry states tugging Leon closer. "The moment you let your guard down ill be there and I will have what's mine. And if that means taking out a few loved ones I will." Ministry promises. Leon reaches up and grabs at the bigger demons wrist. "Let me go" Leon grits. "Maybe you shoulda ended up like you pa. Would of saved you from me" Ministry smirks. Leon's eyes widen.
He knows what Ministry means. The demon showed him. Showed him dreams and nightmares of his papa facing his own demons, swallowing pills and alcohol to keep them away. He saw how the reaction of his peers gave those demons more control over his papa. "Fuck you" Leon spits at him. Ministry sneers before moving his hands to the smaller man's neck. "Its too late for that though. They wouldn't be able to save you." Ministry growls. Leon scratches at the demons arms as he squeezes his neck. "Give me what I want leon" the voice becoming more distorted as his back is slammed against the wall. Leon's eyes tint purple before rolling back into his head.
He should be stronger than this. But...death sounds so...Nice.
It sounds peaceful.
Peace.
Leon's eyes snap open and through blurry vision he can see the dead. Dead stars. People who shouldn't even be dead. Gathered around them. Leon feels a sense of protection from them. A sense of hope. And yet, not one of them looks at peace.
"Lee?"
"Leon!"
Leon's eyes snap open to see his dad holding him up. Concerned faces around them. Leon gasps and chokes as air fills his lungs too fast. "Leon? Leon what's wrong? What happened?" Taker demands. Leon's eyes shift slightly to see ministry stood far back. Almost like he can't be too close to taker. Interesting. Leon just rests his head against his father's chest. "Too loud.." he whispers. Takers eyes widen slightly before softening. "Thats alright kid. How about we get you somewhere quiet?" Taker asks. Leon just nods.
Taker has heard that saying one too many times from his own brother and his husband. Takers eyes scan their surroundings, trying to spot anything out of place. The only thing he can find is a darkening bruise forming on Leon's pale throat.
He looks at kane, who can clearly also see it. Kane just nods before walking off into the darkness.
"What have you been hiding from me?" Taker asks quietly to himself as drew and shawn help carry Leon towards takers lockeroom.
Ministry taker just stares at his older self with white eyes. He growls and flinches back as Taker looks at him and kane walks past.
"It will be mine"
#wwe#the undertaker#wwf#shawn michaels#hbtaker#hbtaker kids#leon michaels#cassidy michaels#drew mcintyre#oc character#ministry of darkness#the family of destruction#the family of destruction fics
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Bloody Masses
Masterlist
Christian (Brood) x OC AJ
Tags: @ava-valerie @k-s-c90
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Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, and abuse. Please be wary when you read.
Notes: Christian deserved better in the Ministry of Darkness. No hate on Ministry Taker, but jesus did he mistreat Christian. Actually all the Brood were given the short end of the stick.
Also I dont think I've ever done an OC insert fic, so why not try now?
Blood dripped silently onto the floor, trickling down the back his shaking leg. The dank space made it hard to breathe, harder than it was already with the shaking breaths Christian tried pulling in.
His arms hung above him, tied to a thick metal pipe in the ceiling. Lash marks tore open his shirt, exposing old and new scars from past sessions like this.
A low chuckle sounded from somewhere in the dark. Christian's vision was hazy with pain, and he didn't notice the figure step out from the darkness behind him. Two more white-clad figures were pushed from the darkness and Christian's breath caught in his throat.
"We had visitors today, Christain. Your Brood was here to witness your punishment for failure." Green eyes tore through the darkness as The Undertaker stepped forward, bloody whip in hand.
"This might motivate you not to dissapoint me, hm?" He threw the whip at the other two Brood member's feet.
Edge stepped back and opened his mouth, but Gangrel held his arm. He nervously tongued at his fangs as The Undertaker turned back around.
He gripped Christians face with a claw-like grip and forced his hazy eyes to look forward into green. "When will you stop disappointing me, Christian?" Christian stayed silent, too foggy to answer.
His thumb dug into his cheek. The Undertaker tutted at Christian's inability to answer. Undertaker turned his head back to the Brood.
"You may untie him, but you must leave him. I have plans for you two tonight." He then dissappeared into the darkness, an eerie chill following him.
Christian's head hung limp as his two brothers ran up to him. Grangrel untied his hands while Edge held his limp, barely moving body. Carefully, he was set down on the cold floor, sending a cold shock through his nerves and waking him up a little.
Blood stained the concrete below him, making Gangrels nose twinge from the iron scent.
"You've untied him, now lets go." Bradshaw's rough voice came from the darkness. Edge shot a worrying glance at Christian, motionless on the ground, but followed Bradshaw's voice anyway, tailed by a grim Gangrel.
Sucking in a weak breath, Christian's eyes drooped and he floated into nothing.
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Christian awoke sometime later, the pain in his back now at a low throb. His eyes fluttered open and was met with unfamiliar territory.
The room was a soft blue, casting a relaxing vibe for the small space. There werent any windows, but a door was painted black in the far end of the room.
The bed was donned in purple and black linens, completely contrasting the color for the room. The room inself was pretty bare, it had the bed and a desk in the corner, with papers and pencils littering the floor.
Christian blinked. His thoughts were running at a million miles a minute. Was this a safehouse? Did The Undertaker capture him and put him in a decieving room? Was he kidnapped? Why was he alone?
His heartrate picked up and he couldn't catch his breath. Christian curled his legs toward him and tried focusing on slowing his heartrate.
The door in the corner opened, followed by a loud thud. Hurried footsteps came to the side of the bed.
"Breathe honey, breathe. Focus on my voice, thats it." A woman's voiced softly called to Christian and disrupted his thoughts.
His breath and heartbeat calmed, and he looked at the woman who came to his aid.
Her one purple and one red eye stared back at him with relief. Black hair framed her face and stopped just above her shoulder. She also had a smattering of freckles over her cheeks, dusted with light pink. Her bottom lip was pierced with two hoops on either side.
Christian thought he couldnt breathe again. He awkwardly looked away and stared at his feet at the end of the bed. He became aware that his shirt was off and a huge bandage covered his stomach and lower back.
"I'm sorry you woke up like this, I didnt think. I should have been beside you." She apologized. "Anyways, my name's AJ."
Christian looked back at her. She looked expectantly at him. He raised his arm to his throat and made an 'X' motion at his adams apple.
AJ's eyes grew wide. "You're mute?" She asked, and Christian turned his hand as if to say 'Not exactly'.
He reached out toward her temple and touched her forehead. He screwed his eyes shut and focused.
'Are you able to hear me?' A sift male voice rang in her head, and AJ gasped. Christain let his hand fall. 'It comes as a bit of a surprise at first, I am very sorry.'
AJ blinked. "A telepath, how exciting." She regained her composire then grinned at the man beside her. He gave a small smile back.
'The way I became one is sad, unfortunately. My master became tired of my carelessness and took away my voice, causing me to learn telepathy to communicate with my brothers.'
A grim look overtook his features, and AJ put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He sighed heavily. 'I wish I could please my master, but he does not see me as a grateful servant to him.'
AJ remained silent and she tried to figure out comforting words. Christian's eyes shined with sadness and he looked at AJ. 'I am sorry that I am troubling you. You shouldn't have to care for a waste like me.'
He began to sit up but the woman beside him pushed him back down. "You should not talk any way like that about yourself. Ever. Someone may see you as nothing but a toy to abuse, but you are above that. You can break away from him. You and your brothers can get away from him and his abuse. You are your own person, you can do as you please."
Christian stared up at AJ, who didnt even notice she stood up in the first place, and his eyes shone with admiration.
'Y-you really mean that?' He asked. AJ beamed. "I can help you gain your confidence. You deser- woah ok!"
Christian grabbed AJ and pulled her into a spine crunching hug.
'Please help me.' He whispered in her head. 'Please.'
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Day five of OC-Tober is a go! I'm using bweirdart's prompts! Today's prompt is "relationships."
These are our Setites from our VTM Canon! "Parvati" the Ravnos and Harrakhty Hamdi, a Hierophant of the Setites. This is their meet cute! Info (plus some female presenting nudity art) if you'd like under the cut!
Parvati is the oldest character in our VTM repertoire, we tentatively place her as having been Embraced during the Bronze age of ancient Northern India. She was a wife and mother in a small mountain village in the middle of the jungle, but a passing Ravnos who found her fetching water late at night on a whim Embraced her and buried her. Parvati awoke horrified, starving, without memory, and eventually slaughtered the village she had lived in her entire life. She wandered the jungles, walking amongst the beasts and feasting on them and the occasional unlucky hunter, until she eventually made her ways towards civilization once more. Its call too alluring even for someone like her. She never made a home in one place for too long, but she eventually found a nice empty temple near a relatively bustling town, and began her prowls. The villagers strangely enough seemed to understand what she was, and began to give her offerings to keep her away from their home and off of their streets. She allowed this for a bit of time, though she's a huntress at heart. Soon though, the catch of the situation caught up with her.
Turns out, the village was being prowled upon by a Setite temple, and an assassination was called on her for setting up shop in their territory. An up and coming Ancilla called Harrakhty Hamdi was to prove his worth by serving his masters her ashes in a vase. Of course when he enters the temple, he finds the creature inside to be one of the most enchanting visions he'd ever seen. He still fully intended to kill her - but she was striking nevertheless.
What follows is a cat and mouse game that spans centuries. Where they would hunt each other for sport, fight until near sunrise, then part to flee to safety with smiles on their faces.
For all of those years it was: "I can't lose to you, I have my pride but wow you're powerful and clearly worth the effort," and then you start having the most fun you've had during your long immortal life and soon the idea of the "enemy" being gone forever when it's over hurts more than the pleasure of seeing them finally turn to ash. You talk over clashing claw and sword, and realize genuinely that you enjoy them.
Soon the words come out: "My darling, soon torpor will take us. Do I leave and find the lonely safety of my dark crypt, or do I stay with you and trust we will wake tomorrow night together? And the following nights to come?" SORRY THEY ARE MY BABIES.
#my art#oc-tober#bweirdoctober#parvati#harri#harrakhty hamdi#setite#ravnos#the ministry#vampire the masquerade#vtm#vtm oc#world of darkness#long post#oc#oc lore
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Friendo Chaaaaaaase - Look at this BTS picture of Taker!
<3 - Mitch
Day: I’ve lost track of time atp of missing that old man... </3
FGHJDKDFSLKDJFSLD BUT- god d a m n he looks so fucking cool right there tho,, just a lad enjoying being on his motorcycle- Friendo Mitch Imma keep it real with ya, I am never gonna get over Monday- I’m never gonna be over that segment, it’ll be ingrained in my brain forever
fdnjgdfsklgjfs but I do love that picture a lot,, the a e s t h e t i c s of it are just- *Chefs kiss*
#Chase Answers#thank you friendo Mitch <3#...not this making me wanna do some things with my ministry of darkness sona/oc... fjdkjgksf#makin me think about that old man for the millionth time
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carnal — sebastian sallow x fem!reader x ominis gaunt
plot summary: Challenging two renowned Aurors responsible for almost half of the imprisonment of numerous dark wizards leads to you experiencing being hunted for your life during a celebratory party at the ministry.
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, dark themes, slight plot with porn, aged up characters (silver trio are in their mid 20's), sebastian and ominis are aurors, random ocs mentioned (i just shit out names tbh), random hp shit as well not sure some of them exist in the canon lore, reader is a magizoologist in a partnership w the ministry, they hunt u down (its all roleplay), dominis, switch seb, bottom reader, she/her prns is used for reader, ominis, you and seb like pulling each others hair lmfao, oral sex, p in v sex, choking, all the nasty stuff.
notes: inspired by @/pseudonymmcwriter i love prns fics pls you should check them out if ur into detroit become human <3 minors are highly discouraged from reading. read at your own risk. pt 2 of carnal.
It was supposed to be a joke.
A jest at their occupation. You didn't mean to talk shit about their jobs as Aurors. You were merely joking around, influenced by the festivities around you. Although, you suppose you shouldn't have tried to joke around Slytherins at all. It was a celebratory party for the new head Auror, Ryona Bassett, who was praised for her leadership skills and achievements in finally capturing a dark wizard creating havoc in the wizarding world. It was due to this that she had gotten her promotion, a well-earned position on her part.
Of course, she couldn't have done it herself. As part of her plan to capture said wizard, she had formed a group of talented wizards and witches to aid her. Part of that group was you. The wise witch had apparated in front of your apartment in London, sitting on the bench like the menace that she is in hopes of recruiting you as part of her team (You had almost jumped out of your skin at the creepy sight).
It was because of your skills and experience in the field of magical creatures that led you to be recruited by Ryona Bassett. Dragons were said to be one of the weapons used in the dark wizard's plan, and well, who'd be perfect for the job other than you? As a magizoologist, your job enabled you to mostly work alone as it required intensive travel all over the world. Although you worked for the Care of the Magical Creatures department, you were more of a partner rather than an employee of the ministry. You saved Hogwarts during your 5th year, rescued the fate of the wizarding world after a dark wizard had tried yet again to sabotage the election of a new leader, and also nurtured and rescued beasts in your care.
Basically, you were a big shot, and y'know that big shots like you always get called for the important stuff, which is why you're where you are today.
Part of the said group was also none other than your two dearest friends; Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, Aurors at the British Ministry of Magic. Sebastian and Ominis were the two people who Ryona had at her beck and call given that they did work in her division. However, these weren't the only reasons why she had chosen the two. They both had risen the ranks at a much faster rate than others ever since they joined the Auror office. This wasn't to your surprise considering the two often sneaked out in the safety of the Undercroft to practice spells out of Hogwarts' jurisdiction. Sebastian Sallow was known for his magical prowess in dueling and knowledge of the dark arts whilst Ominis Gaunt excelled more in tracking and hunting through magical traces. Despite his blindness, he had formed a unique connection to his wand, allowing him to sense and feel magic more sensitively than others. The two are quite formidable Aurors and built up a reputation as one.
They were also known to be the pair who almost filled half of Azkaban. They were that good.
It didn't help that they were also attractive. They were deemed to be the ministry's most desired bachelors of this era. You couldn't agree more.
It had been a while since the three of you were together in the same room. You kept your friendship low maintenance and would send an owl to each other here and there. To be honest, the low-maintenance friendship was more of you and them, but we don't need the specifics. After a long month of trying to catch Hugo Blaire (the dark wizard, yes), it wasn't a huge surprise that a party would be done in honor of the group's efforts and contribution to making another safe and sound day for the wizarding world.
You don't know how many glasses of champagne you had downed in the past hour, but you sure as hell won't be counting. You've been scanning the crowd, looking for a particular brunette and blonde amongst a sea of unfamiliar people.
It was tiring trying to keep up with the greetings and the conversations. You probably mispronounced multiple last names at this point, and you couldn't care any less at how many eye twitches and failed to keep horrified expressions you've seen in the past hour. Your assistant, Judy Beckham, decided to be your spokesperson at the start as she noticed that the glass on your hand seemed to have no plans leaving your grasp. It was funny seeing her play as your publicist as you had yet again purposefully mispronounced "Yaxley" to "Yackley? Yatley? Yale? Shitley?" (It was well deserved, to be honest. He was on your shitlist after he had tried to order your imprisonment when you were trying to rescue a Zouwu who had wreaked havoc in the streets of London. He claimed you were the one responsible for the mess... Which was partially true... But not all of it!)
"And that should be your final drink." A voice interrupted your thoughts before a hand grabbed the refillable glass in your hand, moving it away from your grasp. The scent of musk and wood immediately infiltrated your senses as your back feels the presence of another. You turn to face the culprit, smiling at him.
"Sebastian." You softly reply as you place a hand on his arm. "I was looking for you."
"As have I, darling." He chuckles before glancing at the glass in his hand, watching as it filled back up with champagne. "Though it seems you've already started to enjoy yourself."
"Refillable charms are a crime." You softly laugh in response. The Auror has a soft look on his face. You glance back at the center of the ball where Ryona stood alongside the rest of the crew, entertaining guests. "Aren't you supposed to be there?"
"You mean we?" He corrects as he places a hand on your waist. You feel butterflies in your stomach. You push it away.
"... Right."
"Where's the little redhead you're with?" Sebastian doesn't need to crane his head to survey the room. He was a tall motherfucker who was gifted with the lucky genes. You didn't know how much a person could grow knowing that he was the same height as you in your fifth year, then you were at his shoulder in your 7th. He was tall and attractive. A direct shit to your face.
"You mean Judy?" You raise an eyebrow at him despite mentioning her multiple times in your letters. He smiles a boyish grin at you.
"I saw her a moment ago trying to calm down August Yaxley from transfiguring you then and there. What'd you do this time?" You feel his thumb rubbing the material of your dress on your waist. His stare was unwavering as he encouraged a response out of you.
"Mispronounced his name. It was quite funny seeing the number of expressions running through his face. Quite a life-changing experience, if I do say so myself. As for Judy, she just gave up on me. She's probably drinking herself to death somewhere." You jest. He chuckles at your response before pulling his hand away from your waist. It almost made you whine at the loss, but you remember this is your best friend, and you shouldn't be whining like a submissive bitch in heat at the loss of his touch. "Where's Ominis?"
"Ah." He places the glass on the waiter's tray as one passes by before crossing his arms over his chest. He looks so attractive in his black three-piece suit with a silver chain hanging on his vest. It didn't help with the way the material of his coat stretched along his arms, fitting his physique perfectly. You wanted to drool. "He'll be here in a minute."
"That sounds oddly vague." You rest your weight on one leg as you copy his form. "What's he really doing?"
Sebastian rolls his eyes before raising his arms in defense. "You got me. He's finishing writing up and collecting final intel on another case."
"That quick? Damn." Your eyes widen in amusement.
"Remember that church we went to last week? A couple of days before Blaire's capture? The one in Glasgow." He recalls. You hum, remembering the place. "Turns out, there were other traces of dark magic there different from Blaire's lot. It was an infamous place for dark wizards to gather, and we were lucky enough to be able to hit two birds with one stone. Ominis was able to decipher the similarities of that dark magic to the ones he received from that hacienda back in the Philippines."
"That's amazing." You marvel at Ominis's tracking skills.
"I know. Bassett put us on the case right after this." Sebastian sighs. "Not sure if that's a blessing or a curse."
"Just shows how talented you guys are." You bite your lip as you pat his arm. Sebastian shakes his head.
"You had a hand in this, too." He gives you a pointed look. "If it weren't for our daring escapades, I wouldn't be where I am today."
"Yeah, right. If I recall correctly, you were the mastermind of it all."
"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't witness your magical prowess in ancient magic, Ms. Hero of Hogwarts." He leans in, pinching your cheek as he teases you. You flush in embarrassment at the title, trying to forget after years of hearing it multiple times to the point where all you wanted to do is obliviate the whole damn school. Wasn't it so hard to just say you saved the school? Why'd they have to press in the title 'Hero'? Thankfully, Sebastian's proximity made you forget an incoming war flashback of your time at Hogwarts. You would've died from cringe there and then.
"You two look cozy with each other. If I were from Daily Prophet, I'd already made millions from using this as gossip material." A new presence has arrived, startling you two out of your comfortable conversation. Sebastian sighs dramatically at his entrance.
"Ominis. You're late." Sebastian chastises jokingly as he watches his best friend glare in the direction of his voice. You might've laughed at Sebastian trying to act like a disappointed mother, but you were taking your time checking out the new addition to your little group. Similar to Sebastian, Ominis had also experienced a growth spurt. Nearly at the same height as the brunette beside you, the man embodies the essence of elegance and gallantry. His hair is in his usual slicked-back hairdo and wearing a dark blue three-piece set that matched his cloudy blue eyes. Ominis adjusts the tie on his neck with his free hand before moving close to you two with the guide of his wand.
"Thanks, Sebastian, for the obvious observation." He sarcastically replies before feeling for your hand and pressing a soft kiss on the back of it. "Hello, love."
"You two practicing on your courting game or something?" You joke as you watch Ominis put down your hand gently. Sebastian tucks his hands into the pockets of his slacks as he moves close to stand behind you. "I feel so flattered."
"It's just the bare minimum, dove." Sebastian leans in to whisper against your ear. He laughs softly as you move back, tickled by his breath. Ominis wasn't able to hear what the other Auror said and could only sigh in exasperation at Sebastian's antics.
"I heard you were finishing an intel report on a new case, Ominis." You change the subject as you rest your hand on his arm. Ominis places a hand on top of yours.
"Yes. Did Sebastian mess up again?" He turns to the direction of your voice with an accusing tone. "Don't answer. Of course he did."
"Hey! That's unfair of you to assume." Sebastian pouts.
"Am I wrong?" Ominis raises his eyebrow. Sebastian falls silent. "Thought so."
"Shut up."
"I am quite curious, though, did you ever have an instance that you weren't able to track someone?" You ask out of curiosity as your arm intertwines with Ominis's. You glance between the two as they pause to think. These two were deemed the best in the industry. Surely, the praises were exaggerated, right? You had a hard time tracking poacher locations, and you already had possession of ancient magic. Being the best doesn't entail 100% success.
"Nah." Sebastian answers nonchalantly. Ominis nods in agreement. "Sure, some took more time than others but everything's trackable."
You pause for a moment at their answers. "Really?"
"Yes. Everyone leaves tracks of magic every day. It's quite easy to decipher once you're used to it." Ominis adds, trying to convince you further. You hum, still unconvinced by their claims. Sebastian turns to you, looking at you with an unwavering stare. You tried to look back, but you could only glance away, not able to return it.
There's a moment of silence before the brunette breaks it off.
"You don't believe us, do you?" Sebastian says with his eyes wide and eyebrows raised in amusement. Ominis has an unreadable look on his face. You feel like you've offended them both with the way Sebastian's staring at you and Ominis's tense body.
"Well— I mean, surely not all right?" You sheepishly smile at him. Sebastian scoffs at you.
"I assure you, Y/N. When I track something, I get it done." Ominis turns his body towards you, causing your arm to fall from his. You look between the two as they continue to look at you with unreadable looks. You feel as though you've suddenly been cornered. Like you've done something worthy of their attention as Aurors and not as Sebastian and Ominis. This shouldn't excite you, but it did, and so you stupidly continued your plan on pissing them off.
Slytherins are known for one thing, and that's their drive for ambition and winning in competitive environments. What more to entertain yourself by pissing off not one but two snakes?
"Bullshit." You've resorted to using harsh methods. You could see the way Ominis's eye twitched and Sebastian's sudden change of posture. You were glad you met those boring guests back then, it certainly helped maintain a straight face. "Not even once?"
"Y/N." Sebastian takes a step close. "We're not kidding."
"Sure you are." You let out a giggle as you move a step back, trying to gauge their reactions. Ominis steps close to Sebastian's side as he clenches his jaw. This is fun.
Now, this is where the actual problem starts. You were having way too much fun trying to get a rise out of them that the words spewing out of your mouth were thought half-assed. You were joking but they we're taking it seriously.
"I'd bet my whole fucking body you won't be able to catch me. Even Bassett has a hard time getting me these days. What more of a challenge than a magizoologist to track, hm?" You laughed.
Bad move.
Bad fucking move, because all of a sudden, you could feel the tenacity of their stare. Even Ominis seemed like at that specific moment could see you and stare straight into your soul. You felt your body go rigid with nervousness.
The silence was long and uncomfortable. Both of them stood there, postures domineering and authoritative. You felt scared but at the same time, excited. You decided to make the first move.
"Guys?"
Sebastian licks his lips as he looks at Ominis before leaning close to his ear and whispering. The other Auror blinks slowly as he listens to him before nodding. Sebastian moves forward first.
"What's the bet again?" Sebastian smugly asks. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
"I'm afraid I'm not following—"
"You said you'd bet your whole body, right?" He reminds you. Your eyes widen in response.
"I wasn't serious about it." You try to reason with them.
"We weren't joking in the first place. You know we've always liked you. Why not take advantage of a little opportunity, hm?" Sebastian says with a low voice as he raises a hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. He looks down at you with eyes that seemed to mock you. You felt slightly ashamed but tried to keep your confidence afloat.
It was common knowledge that the two best friends pined after you. Ever since your 5th year, the two had fallen irrevocably in love with everything about you. You knew. They knew you knew and yet a silent pact was made between the two to never make a move on you as they didn't know how you felt and didn't deem it worthy as the fall of their friendship. You were glad somehow but also saddened because you never really chose between them. You liked them both. But they didn't need to know that. Right?
Well, it seems as if they're testing you right now, and with the amount of alcohol in your system combined with their dark looks trained on you, you wouldn't be surprised if you did admit your attraction to both of your best friends.
"Aw, are you scared?" Sebastian taunts. Ominis only stands behind him, posture calm and collected as he listens to his partner speak for him.
"Shut the fuck up." You reply in a weak voice, feeling intimidated by their aura. Ominis lets out a soft laugh. "I was joking about it in the first place—"
"Ah, ah." Sebastian grasps your chin in his hand, turning your face towards him. "You said it first. We're just finishing the job."
You let out a shaky breath as they continue to move closer and into your space. Sebastian's thumb caresses your bottom lip as he stares at you with want and desire.
"Let's be clear here, darling. The only reason why Bassett can't properly find you is that it's her that's finding you." Sebastian mumbles lowly. You could feel the grip on your chin tightening. Your knees tremble at his domineering hold on your face as your core begins to burn with arousal. "You've never had us."
Shit.
It's Ominis that sets the final nail in the coffin. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "Ryona's going to give a final speech in the next few minutes."
A hand slithers across the small of your back before grabbing your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a small moan at the harsh movement before the lips against your ear continue to move. "We're going to give you 30 seconds to move. You got that, sweetheart?"
A soft kiss placed on both sides of your neck makes you whimper as both of them pull away from you. You watch as Sebastian casts a final look at you before both of them disappear into the crowd. You stand with knees weak and mind in shambles as you hear the crowd cheer at Ryona's entrance. She waves into the crowd and suddenly you're face with an existential crisis.
We're you suppose to move during? Or after? Did you have to hide? Fuck, did the 30 seconds already start? You couldn't grasp a single thing in your mind as your eyes tried to find the familiar backs of the two. It seemed all the eerier that you didn't know where they were. It was like a predator hiding and waiting for the perfect chance to pounce. So as the submissive prey that you are, you began to move.
You squeezed your way through heaps of people. Ryona's speech was already considered background noise for you. You had reached the east entrance, sighing in relief before a pair of hands stop you from reaching freedom. You could almost feel your heart drop before exhaling a big breath at the sight of your assistant, Judy Beckham.
"Where were you? I was looking everywhere for you!" Judy worries like the inner mother that she is. You could almost coo at her concern over your well-being but the thought of two Aurors after your ass was more pressing than the worried redhead in front of you.
"Listen, Judy. If ever you come across Sebastian and Ominis, tell them I went to the west side of the building." You smile widely as you hold her arms tight within your grasp. Judy raises her eyebrow in confusion.
"Y/N, you're not making sense—"
"Please!" You plead as you pull her closer to your face. The girl cranes her head back at the proximity. "I'm in grave danger if those two ever find me. Be a gal and lie, okay?"
Judy stares at you for a few seconds before sighing. "West. Got it."
"Thank you!" You grab her for a quick hug before bolting through the doors. Your heels clack noisily on the marble floor as you rushed through the partially empty corridors of the ministry. You pass by familiar faces who you kindly shoot a smile at.
"Fucking heels—" You groan as you reach for the devil traps on your feet, pulling them off and continuing your escape barefoot. You manage to reach the hallway to the elevator before a voice causes you to pause and crouch down to hide.
"Y/N." Ominis's tender voice echoes throughout the empty corridor. You hide in a corner as you watch his figure pass by the elevator. Great, the easiest way out was already guarded. You should've thought that ahead. "I know you're here."
You remain silent as you watch Ominis pace back and forth slowly, face looking calm and collected. You assess your surroundings, looking for a way to escape.
"Do you want to know why I know you're here?" Ominis asks which catches your attention. You check behind you to ensure that no Sebastian was sneaking up on you to catch you off guard. You wait for him to reply. "You've always had a particular magical aura. I sensed a glimpse of it when you entered the doors of the Great Hall in our 5th year, then it grew bigger and stronger when I saw you exit the Undercroft. Magical auras tend to vary according to a wizard or witch's personality and most of them feel loud and ... unnerving. You, however, shine like sunlight on a sunny day. A gentle breeze at the start of autumn."
Your breath hitched as you hear his footsteps halt. You feel your cheeks heat up at his declaration, you bite your lip as you wait to hear more. "I felt attached to you because of it. Like a moth to a flame. Do you think spending years by your side that I haven't got your aura ingrained in my head? I suppose that's what I get for falling for you."
Fuck. You don't know where he went. It seems as if one moment you knew he was there and then the next he was gone. You peek into the hallway, glancing back and forth.
You knew you shouldn't have let your guard down. You knew that you were faced with someone who was so used to tracking and feeling magic differently and more sensitively than others that it became an extra sense to them. You feel his breath before his touch.
"It's the very reason why I sense you right away. You're leaking your tracks everywhere, love." He speaks lowly against your ear. With a harsh shove and a twist of your arm to your back, he pushes you against the wall with your front against the hard surface.
"O-Ominis, wait!—" You try to plead but the Auror only presses you more against the wall. He had your arm twisted against your back with a hold of your wrist. His chest pressed against yours and his face on the side of your neck.
"That fast?" He mocks you as he laughs closely against your ear. You try to push back against his grip but you remain defenseless.
"Fuck you."
"You wish." He mumbles lowly in your ear. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before placing possessive kisses against it. You let out sighs of pleasure before groaning in pain as Ominis grabs your head by your hair and angles it for more room on your neck.
"Let me go." You breathlessly beg as you allow him to pepper kisses against your neck. You wish to stay there and then but you knew that the boys wanted a bit more fun. After all, you wanted to get the most out of this once-in-a-lifetime situation.
"Now, why would I do that?" Ominis bites your ear lobe as he grinds his hips against your ass. You try to turn your head towards him.
"Cause you love a good chase, right? This barely counts as one." You tempt him, grinding back against his moving hips. He lets out an amused laugh, letting go of your wrist as he encloses his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly against him. You bask in his presence, head falling back on his shoulder. He turns his head to the side, placing more kisses on your neck before biting on your shoulder. You let out a soft moan.
"I'm giving you another 15 seconds. Run as fast as you can." He whispers in your ear before sensually moving his arms off your waist. He takes 5 steps back before motioning the empty corridor with a nudge of his hand. You lick your lips before running away from him.
Ominis tilts his head back as he pants from the arousal, running his fingers through his neatly styled hair before a voice enters his mind.
"Are you on your way?" Sebastian asks. Ominis rolls his eyes before fixing his coat. Sebastian often flexed his magical abilities, especially this one he had learned recently. The ability to communicate through the mind. His best friend was a natural student of magic, curious to the wizarding world and desperate in learning all of it as he is a son to two former educators. This was also what made him a pain in the ass.
"I let her go. She's on her way to you." He replies as he takes his time following your trail. He's sure if he made a run for it now, he'd get you in no time. But he decides to play by your rules.
"Fucker. Did you get a taste?" He hears Sebastian chuckle through their shared mind connection.
"Get the fuck out of my head before I get her myself."
"You're hot when you're angry, y'know?" Sebastian purrs. Ominis grunts at his flirt. "Got it, sir."
You don't know how long you've run. Most of the ministry departments were empty due to the large celebration on one of the building's halls. Everyone was there and the only creatures patrolling the halls were Matagots. They were formidable creatures who easily sensed intruders so if there was a breach in security, a single spell cast on a Matagot would immediately alert all of you. You've decided to stop at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as you deduced that Sebastian would probably be on standby in front of the elevator when it reached the ground level. At least here, you were close to the ground floor and there's a passageway that leads you down to the ground floor discreetly (you'd have to thank Hank, the house elf in charge of the elevator for that one).
Also because you've chosen this floor, consequently you knew you were on the floor where the Auror office is located. Which means, Sebastian and Ominis's floor. This is probably the least floor to logically be on but you probably (emphasis on probably) knew that they wouldn't check here. The passageway was located at the Head Auror's office and so you just need to sneak your way in and easily escape.
Unfortunately, Merlin was being a bitch.
As soon as you opened the entrance to the Auror division, you gasp quietly at Sebastian leaning against the doors to the Head Auror's office, twirling his wand elegantly between his fingers.
"Fancy seeing you here." Sebastian smiles so innocently. You stand on alert as he moves away from the double doors and towards you with careful steps.
"How'd you know?" You ask as you take steps back with every step forward from the man in front of you. Sebastian shrugs.
"When you're well versed with the dark arts, it's quite easy to detect certain things." Sebastian hums. "Or maybe it's just basic logic. After all, you have to think ahead of your opponent."
You continue to take a step back before your back meets a surface that wasn't originally there. You turn around to see the very same man who had given you a moment of mercy.
"Again?" Ominis smiles with pity, pretending to have no clue as to why he found you yet again. You let out a loud gasp before rushing to the one side of the room to move away from them both. The two stalk toward you like predators. You could feel your breath shortening with nervousness as they cornered you to a wall. You had no way out. You discreetly glance around you before seeing an opening to the Head Auror's office. In a moment of panic and sheer bravery, you bolt down towards the double doors leading to your escape, trying to get one last chance to run away.
Sebastian snarls as he runs after you. Ominis stands behind, arms behind his back as he lets his partner handle the work. You could feel the fast thumps of his foot against carpeted floor as your hands try to open the overly complicated entrance. You clumsily open the door before a set of strong arms grab your waist and pull you away from your only chance of escaping. You scream in retaliation before a hand covers your mouth.
"Bad, bad girl." Sebastian huffs as he presses you against his chest, hand on your mouth as he watches you fight back in his grasp. His hands then move to reposition themselves. One hand wraps around your waist while the other grabs your neck and grips it back to lay your head back against his shoulder. "Should I cast Oscausi on you for being so fucking loud, hm?"
"Sebastian." Ominis calls his attention before nodding to one of the open and empty offices. He moves towards the two of you as Sebastian pulls you to the empty roomwith Ominis locking the door behind him. "Stop scaring her."
"Do you think she looks scared?" Sebastian raises his eyebrow as he settles on a desk, pulling you to his lap. You shake, riddled with sensitivity as Sebastian continues to grip your neck. Ominis raises his hands, gliding up your arms before feeling Sebastian's hold on your neck and then moving up to your face. He feels the heat from your cheeks, the dryness of your lips and hears the soft little gasps and moans escaping your mouth. You were aroused and completely at their mercy. Ominis smiles as he runs his thumb against your bottom lip before leaning in close.
"We won, little dove. Are you ready?" He gently asks. Sebastian gently eases on his grip but remains his hold on your neck. You look up at Ominis and softly brush your lips against his.
"Just fuck me already." You pant, blunt with your response as the two fall into silence.
"Fuck." Ominis curses before surging in to press his lips against yours. Sebastian almost falls back at the sudden pressure but recollects himself as he busies with kissing your neck.
Hands begin to grope at your body. Sebastian's hands gripped your waist as he moved his hips up against yours, his bulge rubbing against your heat. Ominis cups the nape of your neck to angle you for a deeper kiss. You open your mouth, allowing the blonde to intertwine his tongue with yours.
"You're so fucking pretty," Sebastian mumbles shakily as he continues to place more marks on your neck, taking advantage of a sweet spot as you moan in surprise. "She's so fucking beautiful, Ominis."
"Yeah?" Ominis responds breathlessly as he pulls away for a moment before diving in for more. "Of course, she is."
Your hands find their way into their respective hairs. Gripping the roots tightly as you pull them closer to you. The two groan in pleasure. The three of you continue to make out before Ominis pulls you back with a tug on your hair.
"On your knees, baby." He licks his lips, savoring your taste on his lips. "Suck Sebastian off."
You pant as you look back at the brunette behind you who looks at you two with lust in his eyes. Sebastian smiles smugly. "You heard the man."
You giggle before rising from his lap, placing a chaste kiss on Sebastian's lips before kneeling in between his legs. Ominis moves to your left as you unbuckle his slacks before pulling down to expose his member, watching as it slapped heavily in between his thighs. Taking his cock in your hands, you gather your drool in your tongue before dripping it down your mouth as a form of lubricant. You perform swift up-and-down motions to start it off.
"Fuck, that's it." Sebastian moans as he runs his hands through your disheveled hair. Ominis listens to his moans before feeling his way up Sebastian's shoulder and finding it's way into his curls. He grips his hair and crane his head towards him. Sebastian moans loudly at Ominis's hold on him.
"Tell me what she looks like," Ominis whispers into his ear as he places wet kisses on his jaw before biting his earlobe. He then harshly pushes his head down towards you which gives you a signal to start using your mouth on him. You lean down to take his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you use your hands to take what you can't fit in.
Sebastian chokes his moan as he feels Ominis's grip on his head become tighter. "S-She's taking it all in. Like a good fucking girl."
Ominis hums at his response. You look up towards Sebastian innocently as you pull slightly back, sucking on his tip before you twirl your tongue around it like a lollipop.
"F-fuck— Ah. She— She looks so perfect with my cock in her— A-ah! I-In her mouth. Look's so fucking pretty— Merlin's beard." Sebastian stumbles over his words as you bob your head faster. Ominis smirks against Sebastian's cheek before he speaks parseltongue into the brunette's ear. You feel the shiver and twitch of Sebastian's hips as his face becomes flushed red at Ominis's hypnotic speaking of the language of snakes.
It seems as if Sebastian enjoyed it too much as a hand wraps itself around his neck, gripping it tight as Ominis continues to speak in tongues to his ear. Sebastian whimpers, eyes rolling back before the blonde moves his grip on his neck to his jaw to pull him into a deep kiss.
You moan at the sight of the two making out, encouraging you to give the best fucking head Sebastian Sallow has ever fucking had in his life. With a twist of your hand and fast bobs of your head, Sebastian archs his back in sensitivity, breaking away from his kiss with Ominis. His body curls as he grips your hair, pulling you away from his dick.
"F-fuck wait." Sebastian whines as he pants, not handling the intense pleasure from your mouth on his dick and Ominis's mouth on his, especially the fucking parseltongue. He almost came in your mouth if it weren't for his swift reaction. You twist your hand over his tip to tease him. He then transfers his hand from your hair to your neck, gripping it firmly. "I said wait. Can't follow simple fucking instructions. Get up."
You whimper as Sebastian pulls you up from the floor through the grip on your neck before moving his hands to grip the back of your thighs to carry up you and wrap them against his waist. He settles you down on the desk before pushing you back to lie down on it. Ominis moves to the other side of the desk where your head is placed. The two make haste on pulling your clothes off of you, leaving you bare and naked on the wooden surface.
"Fucking gorgeous," Sebastian mutters under his breath as he runs his hands on your thighs before pulling them apart to stare at your pussy. Ominis runs his hands on your chest, groping your breasts into his hands. The blonde groans at the feeling of your body within his grasp. He remembers dreaming of this very moment and it's now within the palms of his hands (literally).
Sebastian pushes your thighs up against your chest and you whine in embarrassment at the exposing position. Sebastian chuckles at your sudden shy behavior. "Don't worry, it'll pass. I'll make sure of it."
You could barely process Ominis's groping on your upper body before you feel Sebastian's tongue on your cunt. You gasp at the sudden feeling which makes Ominis smile.
"Sebastian, wait—"
"I told you to wait awhile ago, why would I do that?" Sebastian retorts before diving in and devouring your pussy like a man finally quenching his thirst. His tongue licks back and forth on your clit before sucking it. He then presses the flat of his tongue, moving it up and down before using the tip and move in circular motions. He slurps the juices dripping out of your pussy, moaning at the taste. The vibration of his moan causes you to moan loudly in pleasure.
"Sebastian— Oh fuck! fuck.. fuck!" You pant as you grip Ominis's arms, taking what Sebastian's giving. "Don't stop, please please please please!"
"Yeah?" Ominis leans down to caress your face, feeling the tears drip down the side of your face. "Little dove crying because you feel too good, hm? Poor girl."
You sob as Sebastian continues to assault your pussy with his tongue. Pleasure courses through your veins as the brunette between your legs manhandle you into the position he desires. Ominis basks in the sounds of your moans and the wet and messy slurps of Sebastian's work. His cock twitches against his pants. He eases the pain by using his free hand to rub against the front of his slacks. You look up at Ominis who continues to caress your face. "Ominis..."
"Hm?"
"Kiss me." You whine softly as you feel a knot slowly build up in your stomach. Sebastian continues to eat you up and a building pressure reveals itself in the process. Ominis smiles at you before leaning to place a kiss on your lips, upside down. He swallows your moans of pleasure as he pushes in his tongue, slowly and passionately kissing you deeply.
Sebastian glances up from his position, furrowing his eyebrows at the loss of your pathetic moaning. He smirks as he sees you focused on kissing Ominis before deciding to take matters into his own hands. He moves up to your clit, focusing the attention of his tongue there before adding the usage of his hand, gently rubbing the entrance of your cunt. You gasp at the sensation before yelping at the insertion of a finger inside.
"Ah!" You pull away from Ominis in the process as Sebastian eases his fingers into you. The brunette glances at the blonde with a smirk and a light chuckle. Ominis definitely heard that.
"Feel good, pretty girl?" Sebastian hums against the side of your thigh as he watches his finger go in and out of you before adding another one. You let out a measly moan in response. "I need to hear an answer."
"M-Mhm." You moaned out as he begins to curl his fingers up, pushing it deep within you. Sebastian pushes back against your clit, sucking it and licking it well for you. The sensation of his tongue and fingers begin to bring you closer to the edge. "Oh, fuck."
"Close?" Ominis whispers as he leans down against your ear. You let out short breaths as you feel the knot slowly unravel. Sebastian enters another finger as he speeds up the process. His fingers begin to reach depths even yours couldn't reach. It felt so fucking good as the tips of his fingers brush against a sensitive spot within you that jolts your back into an arch. It was there yet it wasn't. Sebastian's tongue flicks and sucks faster against your clit as you descend rapidly into the madness.
"Let me cum, please. please." You whined as your hand reaches up to intertwine with Ominis's locks. The blonde torments you from above as he sucks marks alongside Sebastian's work during his time on your neck from awhile ago.
"Go ahead, pretty girl," Ominis whispers in your ear alongside Sebastian's ministrations. The knot unravels fast as your body shakes violently in their care. Your orgasm is hard and slow as Sebastian does his best to lengthen it, your thighs crushing his head close against your heat. You let out long and loud moans as your body rises from the desk in the process. Ominis grabs you against his chest, kissing the side of your head softly as Sebastian continues his assault between your thighs, making sure to slurp every last bit of your release. "There you go."
"Stop, stop!" You reach a hand down, trying to push his face away from your heat. You let out a small laugh from the sensitivity as he continues to mouth your cunt.
"Tastes so fucking good," Sebastian growls as he pulls away, lips red and chin dripping with your arousal. He places a gentle kiss on your clit as you twitch in sensitivity at the action before kissing his way upwards and pulling you into a deep kiss. Your tongues intertwine as your back rests against Ominis's chest. The blonde's hand runs through Sebastian's locks, gently petting his head as the two of you kiss. His free hand moves to where your lips are connected, probing his index finger within your tongue as he tries to feel you two kiss. Ominis lets out a shaky sigh at the feel of your tongues moving against one another before you two pull away.
The brunette looks up at you with a smile. "How'd you want us?"
You take a breath as Sebastian places a chaste kiss on your cheek while Ominis places one on the side of your head. "Ominis inside. You get my mouth. He's been on the sidelines for way too long."
Sebastian nods with a cheeky grin. "Got no complaints there."
Ominis places a kiss on your forehead as he helps you up before exchanging places with Sebastian. The brunette sits on the desk as you stand between them with Ominis behind you. You hear the rustling of clothes behind you before turning around to look. Ominis had taken off his coat and bottoms, leaving him bare from the waist down. His cock slaps heavily up against his stomach, dripping pre-cum from the amount of waiting he had done. Throughout your sexual escapade, Ominis opted to listen in on your and Sebastian's pleasure than himself. He was more of a observer, preferred ordering the two of you and revel in the moans and pants pulled by pleasure. You take a note to spoil him further in the future.
He pulls you back against his chest as he moves close to you and Sebastian. The brunette cups your cheek, placing a peck on your lips before he travels his hand to the top of your head and pushing you down gently to his cock. You eagerly use your mouth to pleasure him, slipping it inside and try to take him all in.
"Damn, fuck. Can never get used to this. Your mouth is a fucking haven, baby." Sebastian curses as he feels the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. You choke slightly at the deepness of his dick before bobbing up and then down, forming a rhythm. The brunette tilts his head back in pleasure, letting out soft moans as his fingers tighten within your locks. Ominis listens in on his moans as he uses his wand to conjure a lubricating charm before pumping his dick for a bit of stimulation. He lets out a moan before pressing the his cock against your folds.
You moan at the feeling of a new sensation against your heat. Ominis places a hand on his shaft, rubbing the tip against your folds. He slides it against your clit, moving it in circular motions and hears your appreciative moan. His free hand then grabs your waist as leverage before finally positioning the tip against your entrance. "I'm pushing in, love."
You hum against Sebastian's dick in response before feeling the pressure of Ominis's cock split you open. He was a bit longer than Sebastian but the brunette was thicker. The two were already considered big and the moment that you felt the two of them inside you made you all the more conscious of their size. You whimper against Sebastian's cock, unable to move as Ominis continues to slide in his cock.
Sebastian glances down at your tear-stricken face, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Ominis bottoms out with a groan, letting you adjust for a moment before beginning to move. The jostle of Ominis's hips propels your forward causing Sebastian's dick to go deeper inside your mouth.
"Yeah. Liked getting fucked by Ominis?" Sebastian taunts as he brushes your hair away from your face. A bruising grip on your hips that you're sure will mark you in the morning, pulls you back with every thrust. Ominis's cock reaches depths farther than Sebastian's fingers, the curve of his dick and the ridges alongside it brushes deliciously against the soft walls of your pussy.
You moan in response as Sebastian begins to move his hips, thrusting into your mouth. You choke as you feel his throat touch the back of your throat once again.
"Support her upper body." Ominis orders. Sebastian places a hand on your shoulders as Ominis grabs both of your hands, twisting them against your lower back, holding them both with one hand as he suspends your upper body in the air with Sebastian's help. The position allows you to be completely at their mercy as Sebastian fucks your mouth at this point and Ominis's thrusts go deeper, faster and harsher.
You can only shriek and moan against Sebastian's cock as you take what they give you. Sebastian feels his release fast approaching, hips stuttering. "Holy fuck, I'm close."
You allow him to use your mouth as he pleases, thrusting fast into your mouth as he moans loudly at the process. Ominis leans down, placing a kiss on your shoulder before growling in your ear. "Don't waste a single fucking drop."
His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine and it seems as if Sebastian also heard it. The brunette releases with a choked moan, spurting his release into your mouth. He moans as his hips jerk in sensitivity, emptying it all before slumping on the desk. You swallow it all before coughing, finally being able to breathe.
Ominis takes this as an opportunity to fuck you harder.
"O-Ominis!" Your voice raises in pitch as his hips hammer against yours. He releases your arms, opting to pull you up against his chest. His hands busy themselves with your breasts as he grunts into the crook of your neck. "O-Oh fuck. Right there."
Sebastian smiles lazily as he watches his best friend rail you to the point that your eyes roll back in pleasure. To give you a more pleasurable experience, he raises a hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, gripping it with enough pressure to hear you whine and moan.
"Yeah, that's fucking right baby. Sebastian's choking you again? You love that shit." Ominis growls against your ear as he pounds your tight pussy. He angles his hips to hit that spot that Sebastian grazed over with his fingers, pulling louder moans from you. Your eyes lock with Sebastian's as Ominis fucks you from behind.
"Pretty girl's crying because you're fucking her too good." Sebastian laughs as he leans forward to kiss your tears away. Ominis chuckles against your neck. You could feel your release fast approaching as a hand makes it's way down to where you're connected.
"Mm, stretched so fucking well for me." Ominis hums before moving to your clit and circling it fast deliciously. Your moans get louder.
"Ominis, Sebastian!" You whine as you feel your release fast approaching. Sebastian tightens his grip on your throat making your moans choked as Ominis fucks you faster and deeper.
Already feeling the edge of his release, Ominis rubs faster as his hips stutter. His pace becomes harder and harsher. "Cum baby. Cum."
You let out a high-pitched whine before finally reaching your climax. Your knees shake, almost giving you up before Ominis grips you up, supporting you against his chest. You let out loud moans as your orgasm wreaks havoc throughout your body in violent shakes. Tears stream down your face at the intensity of your release and Sebastian smiles at the beauty of it all. Ominis continues to pump his cock inside, reaching for his release. "Where?"
"Inside. I-I'm on the potion. Please, cum inside." You moan as you lock eyes once again with Sebastian, his grip loosening from your neck as he pulls you into a kiss. Ominis grunts before releasing inside. He moans loudly, bottoming out as he orgasms. "Good girl."
You rest your upper body in Sebastian's embrace, waiting for Ominis to finish before whimpering as the blonde pulls out. Ominis runs a hand down to your cunt before pushing the cum back in. Sebastian chuckles as he hears you let out another weak moan.
There's a moment of comfortable silence as you three catch you breath from the amount of strenuous activities you've done in the past few hours.
"Damn, that was probably the best sex of my life." Sebastian chuckles, breaking the silence as he pulls you fully into his embrace. You rest your head on the crook of his neck while Ominis runs a hand through his hair.
"I'm so tired." You groan in exhaustion. "I'm not moving a single fucking muscle. This is both of your fault."
"Me too? It's Ominis who you should be blaming. The man was railing you to fucking oblivion." Sebastian jests which receives a harsh smack on the back of his head. You chuckle at the crisp sound of Ominis's palm hitting Sebastian's head.
"You literally fucked my throat. Sore throats are a bitch to cure." You weakly pull away from Sebastian's embrace, feeling the ache on your ass. Ominis notices your discomfort from your grunts of pain.
"Did I go too far?" The blonde shyly asks. You turn to look at him with a soft smile. You had the hardest and best fucking orgasm of your life and now this man was acting all shy and cute after he had just practically destroyed any other chance of another person reaching that kind of level with you. You couldn't really blame him after he had just ascended you to a different realm with his dick. Sebastian helps you up before you place a kiss on Ominis's lips.
"Don't worry. I loved it." You reassure him. Sebastian and Ominis help you get dressed before the two focus on their garments. Sebastian casts a cleaning charm to any suspicious fluids that might have touched any surface while Ominis casts Reparo to the destroyed piles of paper scattered on the floor (a product of their haste to fuck you moments ago).
There's a moment of silence after cleaning up as the three of you stand, fully clothed in the empty office space. This time, Ominis makes the first move. "I assume from all that's happened that you know we're still pretty much in touch with our feelings for you."
Sebastian looks at you, assessing your facial expressions as you looked at them both. Sebastian continues. "This can be a one-time thing if you don't want to delve deeper into it. We also don't mind if you prefer one over the other. Our friendship will remain intact, that I assure you."
You look at them both as their body language speaks of nervousness and fear of rejection. You doubt your friendship will ever be fixed if you chose one of them. You roll your eyes playfully. "I literally just got fucked by both of you and you're telling me to choose one?"
"I— well." Ominis tries to reason. Sebastian is silent for a moment before shrugging in agreement.
"I mean she's got a point." The brunette chuckles. You limp towards them, Sebastian's hand reaching out for you while Ominis's arm wraps around your waist.
"I assume you're choosing us both, correct?" Ominis clarifies. You chuckle at his need for reassurance before reaching up to place a kiss on his lips before turning to Sebastian to give him one as well.
"Yes. I am." You firmly answer. Ominis lets out a smile while Sebastian laughs softly. "Now please apparate me home, I'm not walking another fucking corridor after what you guys put me through."
"Yes Ma'am."
A/N: ITS DONE OFMHDHDH this took way too long but I had fun writing it. It's my first time writing filth and I hope it was up to satisfaction 😭🧎♂️🫶 will probs cringe at this in the future. TYSM.
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Wait what's that? Oh that's right, I'm also a Ghost blog!
My Ghoul headcanons!
With a few I've picked up from other posts. Also, spot the Avatar (James Cameron) inspired hcs.
Basic hcs
Ghouls are pack creatures. They love being together, whether it's laying around together in a Ghoul Pile, playing games, or just doing tasks around the ministry.
Packs seem like giant polycules to outsiders, but they're much more complicated than that.
The Ghouls love teasing the Siblings of Sin.
They're extremely loyal to their Papa.
When on tour, they will wear enchanted amulets that shift their appearance to appear human. This has been named "glamour".
Sometimes packs will sleep in "piles". This is usually to keep bonds strong or simply for comfort.
Ghouls mate for life, partners basically bond their life forces together.
Ghouls can mate and bond with more than one individual. This can include other ghouls and humans.
Biology hcs
All Ghouls have varying shades of grey skin and spaded tails (although Water Ghouls normally have fins on their tails). They also have claws on both their hands and feet, toe pads, horns, rough forked tongues, and sharp teeth.
Their tails and ears are very expressive.
Their tails are prehensile.
Water Ghouls have "ripple" or "water like" markings, usually a shade of grey darker than their skin. They also have webbed hands and feet, finned ears, and gills.
Ghouls have a superb sense of smell, sight, and hearing. Each Ghoul has their own specific scent, that all other Ghouls can smell and recognise them by. They will also memorise smells from their favourite humans (this can include human mates).
Packmates are connected to each other via telepathy. They can tap into each other's emotions, and can talk to each other through this strong connection.
Their eyes glow in the dark. They usually have a slight glow normally, but at night they're pretty bright.
Each Ghoul can tap into the magic connected to their element, or elements.
All Ghouls have a thin layer of fur on their chest, back, biceps, and down their backs to their tail.
They all go through a type of cycle, no matter their gender.
During the colder months, the thin layer of fur they have will grow thicker. It's very soft and fluffy, but dense. Although Quintessence and Air Ghouls have a thicker coat of fur all year long. Air Ghouls have the softest fur, almost cloud like in a way. While Quintessence Ghouls have coarse, stiff fur.
Ghoul Scents (Prequelle and Impera Ghouls, including my OC)
Dewdrop: Wood smoke
Aether: A soft, pleasant incense. One that doesn't tickle your nose or cause you to cough
Rain: Petrichor
Swiss: Crushed rosemary
Mountain: He smells like a greenhouse: That delicous wet warmth smell
Glacier (my OC): A warm, windy day with a hint of orange
Cirrus: Ozone
Cumulus: A cold morning wind
Sunshine: Eucalyptus
Aurora: A sea breeze
Phantom: Slightly like sweet beeswax
Teeth hcs (featuring art by me)
Water Ghouls have backwards facing serrations on their fangs, making it extremely difficult for prey to escape. This is also why they don't tend to bite their partners or pack mates.
Earth Ghoul teeth are the most similar to human teeth, the main difference being their overall strength and much longer fangs.
Fire Ghoul teeth have long fangs with sharp teeth on either side of them.
Air Ghoul teeth have a lupine appearance, with sharp incisors and sharp first molars.
Quintessence Ghouls have very sharp, strong teeth that have a sort of "classic monter" look.
Multi Ghoul teeth are a mix of the elements they are connected to (symbols are a mix of all their elemental symbols).
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So this is my Ghoul hc master post! I'll most likely create a post about my individual Ghoul headcanons at some point.
I'll also be talking about my GhostxTF2 crossover at some point!
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God Called In Sick Today — Chapters 1 & 2
Summary: It’s the ghafia fic you didn’t know you needed… When a mission goes south, Copia is left scrambling to figure out a plan to get the mayor-to-be in favor of the Emeritus family. That’s where Arianna Diodati, the Mafia Princess of his (very Catholic) rival, comes in. He plans to use her as a bargaining chip to get what he wants. Did he place the right bet or did he take more than he bargained for?
Word count: 5.8k ~//~ Warnings: mafia au, copia x oc, death/murder, gun usage, angst, physically and verbally abusive relationship, domestic violence (between oc x oc), (brief, almost subtle) dacryphilia, kidnapping, dark copia, cliffhanger, enemies to lovers, slow burn
A/N: Surprise! It's a double feature! Fair warning, the next chapters won’t be up til I have a few under my belt so that they can be posted regularly and since I’m still working on You’re Losing Me as well… it might be a while. But I am so so excited for this, that I had to give you all a taste! Massive, massive thank you to @fishwithtitz @da-rulah and @copias-juicebox for beta reading and listening to me talk about this non-stop as I worked out the plot 🖤(photos in mood board all found on pintrest and dividers by @gothdaddyissues!)
Chapter One -- The Sermon and The Plan
It was never a good sign when Papa Emeritus IV demanded a mandatory mass that wasn’t on Sunday. Usually, meetings such as this would be for the upper echelon of the clergy and the Ghouls, but this time around, every single member of the Satan’s Ministry was in attendance. No one dared speak or even look away from their Papa as he stood, eyeing everyone in the room like the disappointed father he was.
Those in the front row could hear his leather gloves squeak against the oak of the pulpit as he gripped it like a stress ball. His unique set of eyes, one green and one white, focused on one specific Ghoul. His expression darkened like an approaching storm, which made for his already intimidating skull-painted face to become menacing. As for the Ghoul, if it weren’t for the silver-horned mask covering his face, even Papa would have seen the beads of sweat dripping down the sides of it. He knew he was the reason everyone was here and why Papa looked beyond furious. He knew it the moment he saw the blue and red flashing lights at the docks.
“As most of you know,” the Satanic pope began, “our latest operation was thwarted by carelessness. All of you deserve to know why, but first, it isn’t a true Mass without a sermon, hm?”
He clasped his hands behind his back as he turned to walk to his right, addressing those in the pews in front of him. “Pride and greed. Two sins that often go hand in hand. Sins which we celebrate here. It seems I need to remind you all that the celebration of sin, any sin, does not give one a free pass to do whatever the fuck they want, eh?”
He turned again, to walk to the other side of the sanctuary. “Every coin has two sides. At what point does living in sin, celebrating sins, become a hindrance?
“Pride. An excessive belief in one’s abilities. Pride can make one think they are untouchable. Pride is the sin that pushes us to achieve greatness not just in the name of Satan, but for ourselves. And there, we find greed. A desire for wealth, for gain. But, again I ask you all, when does celebrating these glorious sins become a hindrance?”
Now, he was in front of the pulpit. Leaning against it was a cane, something he only brought out for show or to inflict pain. While he was addressing everyone, his dichromatic eyes landed on the trembling Ghoul in the center. “Excessive or grandiose sinning becomes a deterrent when it puts the lives of others at risk, when it puts an institution, a family, that you’ve devoted your life to at risk.” Grabbing the cobra head handle, Papa gracefully jumped down to walk in front of the first row. “Many of you are aware of a mission we set out on recently. A mission to save helpless women and children from a sex-trafficking ring. There also was to be an exchange of money. These degenerates were exchanging quite a large sum of money for this transaction. Those prisoners were denied the choice of freedom we offer here. We were denied what was to be used as payment to put the malleable Gregory Osorio in our corner. We have very little time to come up with this sum to get a powerful, up and coming politician in our corner. One who could turn votes in our favor. One who would look out for us. One who would defiantly oppose the Diodati dickheads.
“This mission was not successful. By the time our Ghouls arrived, the prisoners were ‘rescued’ by the police. The money – that should have been ours – confiscated. I know many have wondered how this could have happened. Well, children, the answer is simple.
“Pride… and greed…” he spoke slowly, as he walked down the center aisle, dragging his cane along the ends of the pews. “Someone felt too secure in themselves… Felt they could just… open their fucking mouth to anyone who would fucking listen… while not realizing… They were fraternizing with an informant for the enemy.” He paused his promenade. “This was not a simple mistake. This was blatant negligence from someone who I know, for a fact, knew better. This Ghoul broke our Sacramentum Secreti (Oath of Secrecy).” He began walking again. His cane hit a pew with every word. “Internal problems will be dealt with.”
He stopped. Everyone turned to look at Papa, except for one Ghoul. Papa reached over, using the tip of his cane to force him to look at his figurehead, his boss. With a look that could kill and a wave of his hand, he indicated the Ghoul to walk in front of him back up to the sanctuary.
After twenty paces, “Ghoul, you seem to be limping. I wonder why that is… Is it because your pain and suffering is a message from La Famiglia Diodati?” he remarked snidely.
When Papa planted himself behind the pulpit, he pointed the cane to indicate a spot on the ground. “Kneel,” he commanded. On shaky legs, the Ghoul did as he was told.
Papa dragged his gaze up to the choir loft before him, where one of his best Ghouls was waiting for the signal. Painstakingly slow, he looked back at the insurrectionist. “Per aspera, ad inferi,” he prayed. Again, he made eye contact with the one in the choir loft, giving a solitary nod.
In the blink of an eye, the Ghoul to Papa’s right jolted back slightly, a red dot forming in the center of his forehead. As deep burgundy liquid dripped from it, the congregation gasped, and the Ghoul toppled forward onto his masked face with a deafening thud.
Papa bowed his head, but his eyes passed over everyone clutching their rosary beads in front of him. Somehow, this look was more sinister than it was at the start. “Let it be known that internal problems will be dealt with,” he paused dramatically, “by whatever means necessary.”
And with that, he turned heel and left through the back door, concluding mass.
“Do we really need Osorio this time around? Putting our efforts into driving back the Diodatis would be more beneficial,” Secondo, the second oldest Emeritus, argued. The highest members of the clergy and of the Emeritus family were gathered in their meeting room reserved for familial “business” matters.
A leather clad fist slammed on the dark cherry wood table. “And what the fuck do you think getting Osorio on our payroll would do?” Papa snapped. Secondo just rolled his eyes in response. “We’re running out of fucking time.”
“There’s that charity gala, or whatever the fuck, tomorrow. I could just use my lascivious charm to reel in Osorio,” Papa’s predecessor and brother, Terzo, waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Papa pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning back in his luxurious leather office chair.
“Copia, he actually–and it pains me to admit this–might be onto something. That gala could be a way in,” the eldest Emeritus agreed as he pressed his elbows into the table, his fingers interlacing in front of him, as he stared down his youngest brother and the church’s current Papa.
Terzo waved his hand and his smirk deepened with Primo proving his idea had some merit.
“We have nothing to give Osorio! The whole point of that mission was to dangle that money in his face,” Copia countered.
“So instead we ask him his price,” Terzo shrugged nonchalantly.
“How many of Sal’s men will be there?”
“I believe just his right-hand, Alessio Fidanza and his fiancée and probably only a handful of his associates,” Primo relayed.
Copia’s eyebrows shot up at the mention of the fiancée. “Isn’t that Sal’s daughter? The prim and proper Mafia princess?”
“Sì.”
“For what it’s worth, my advice as your consigliere would be to attend this gala for recon purposes only. Yes, our time is running out, but we still have time to sway Osorio.” For the first time an older woman, who everyone called Sister Imperator, spoke up. She had been keenly observing Copia’s every move, just as any mother would her son, carefully watching knowing he was especially volatile right now.
“And Sal, what about him? He’ll be there too?” Copia asked, ignoring the woman beside him.
“As far as we know, yes.”
A wicked, devilish smile spread across Copia’s face, exaggerating the black paint reminiscent of a rat’s skull around his mouth.
“No… Copia, what are you thinking?” Sister Imperator asked hesitantly. She knew that look. They all did.
“Oh we’ll get some information. We will find out Osorio’s price and we will get Diodati’s attention.”
“Elaborate, brother,” Secondo said wearily. They knew Copia had just hatched a plan and from the look on his face, it was going to be far from easy.
“Diodati thinks he has the upper hand, sì? We can kill two birds with one stone. Show him who has the power here and get the money from him to pay off Osorio so those Catholic fucks can’t use God as a basis for politics.”
“And how exactly… would we do that? Are we intercepting one of their shipments or–” Sister Imperator began to ask hesitantly until she was cut off.
“It’s simple,” Copia stated. He leaned back in his chair casually this time, his elbows perched on the chair’s arm rests. He waved his hands in front him as if he was presenting a physical idea. “We kidnap la Principessa di Dio.”
Chapter Two -- You Should Be Scared
The last thing Arianna Diodati wanted to do was attend some pompous charity event chained to her fiancé wearing a designer dress she hated and a fake smile. She thanked God that she didn’t have to endure the after parties; she could retreat to solitude and her husband-to-be could do whatever (and most likely whomever) he wanted there. Not knowing what happened at those parties used to ruminate in her mind like a catchy pop song… until she actually found out.
The infidelity bothered her at first, caused her to lose sleep at night, and question her worth. She used to be confrontational. She used to stick up for herself. She used to care. Arianna learned the hard way that Alessio Fidanza never actually wanted her or truly loved her. Maybe at first he did, but as time marched on, she came to realize the only thing he cared about was having an in with the most illustrious mafia family in New York City. The closer he got to her, the closer he got to Arianna’s father aka the boss of the Diodati family, and the higher up in the ranks he rose, the less he paid her any attention – or respect. In less than a handful of years Alessio was promoted as Salvatore Diodati’s right hand man. He learned the ropes, got enough blood on his hands, and eventually helped call the shots. She was used to her father dictating her life, but now, finding herself under the thumb of another man? There were only two things she could do: watch her life pass her by from behind barred windows and pray to God someone would eventually notice (and care enough about) her imprisonment to save her.
Nevertheless, she admired herself in the mirror; for once, she wore a dress that made her feel confident. Her black cherry red curls cascaded around her face. For a moment, she could see a sparkle, or a glimmer of hope, returning in her hazel eyes as she noted how the asymmetrical dress framed her body perfectly. Satin jersey panels on the two thirds of the dress accentuated her curves as it snaked down the length of it. It draped up, slightly off one shoulder while the other was a simple strap clad with the subtle (yet signature) Versace Medusa emblem. That side of the dress was a simple satin. A slit allowed one of her toned legs to peek through adding an air of sexy sophistication to the look. She was almost smiling until she heard her fiancé behind her.
“You’re wearing that tonight?” And with that snide question, the sparkle in her eye dimmed once more, returning to their usual lackluster shine.
“Um, yes? I showed it to you, remember? You said it would be fine…” she said hesitantly, her voice dancing on eggshells, and her small smile fading.
Alessio scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Do you think I pay attention to half the stuff you show me? If I saw something like that, I would have remembered. Wear the other Versace dress. The one I had Roberta pick up for you.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Specifically for tonight,” he added, his tone proving he had little patience for her tonight.
“But what’s wrong with this one? It’s not like it’s–”
He sprung at her, his nostrils flaring as he gripped her arms tighter than a blood pressure cuff. She fought back the tears that pricked in her eyes. “You look like one of Satan’s whores. Now,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “put on the other dress.” He shoved her back, her arms flew out to find purchase on the dresser beside her so she wouldn’t fall. The few perfume bottles that toppled over made an almost deafening sound amongst the tension. Her breathing was ragged as she glared at him. His look back at her served as a warning.
She never understood how someone who claimed to be so devoted to God could be so evil, but she had to trust God’s plan for her. This all had to serve a purpose, didn’t it?
Her eyes closed as she composed herself, doing her best to stuff down the ever-raging storm of anger that lately seemed to be constantly brewing inside her. “Yes, Alessio. It’s the one still in the garment bag?”
Slowly he rolled his head up to look at the ceiling, before bringing it back to glare at her. “Obviously, you dumb bitch. Hurry up and get fucking changed. I can’t afford to be late tonight because of you,” he spat as he walked out of their room.
Once more, she took a deep shuddering breath, her whole body trembling on the exhale. Stepping out of her preferred dress, she left the almost four thousand dollar garment lying crumpled on the floor.
Now as she looked at herself in the mirror again, she saw a stranger she didn’t even recognize despite the only thing that physically had changed was her dress. She noted how her eyes seemed more hollow. The color in her face had paled. There was nothing but a stranger who once had dreams and ambition staring back at her. None of this felt real.
The worst part of it all was that under any other circumstances, she would have loved wearing this. It was a black viscose material. A slim-fitting, hooded crêpe dress with a plunging V-neckline that was much more revealing than her own choice, but this one had long sleeves and went down to her mid-calf. There was a criss-cross belt also adorned with Versace’s Medusa logo, only this one was more prominent than the one on her choice of dress.
She let out a humorless laugh as she adjusted the long sleeves. All she wanted tonight was to feel confident, to show off some skin, because things had been relatively quiet as of late. Alessio was kept busy, his attention divided elsewhere. For the first time in a while, her arms didn’t look like an abstract painting.
If she had been the one to pick out this dress, her sentiments towards it would have been different. She didn’t want to hide, but this was what Alessio wanted her to wear. There was no way around that unless she wanted to pay the price. Letting out a heavy sigh, she put the hood up. This dress felt like the most high end and lavish prison jumpsuit. No one would know how much it felt like she was wearing shackles, a stark reminder that her choices were never own. But at least tonight she wouldn’t have to come up with a lie to explain the fresh bruises on her arms.
A single tear slid down her face, which she quickly wiped away. With a shake of her head, she put her emotions under lock and key, tucking it away into a dark corner of her mind. She practiced her million dollar smile and nodded to herself, putting her shoulders back and her chest out –a mirage of confidence and happiness– and made her way to the Bentley that was waiting for her.
No matter the formal event, the routine was almost always the same. Arianna would find her father, talk to and dance with who he (or Alessio) told her to, have two strong drinks (but no more than that or else she’d have to deal with a very irate Alessio), fake pleasantries with the other ladies who were just as much a prisoner to this life as she was, then once the crowd began thin, could she retreat. Tonight would be no different. At least, that's what she had assumed.
She greeted her father with a kiss on the cheek. “Arianna, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he father said, ushering over to a man that was just about six or seven years older than her. He looked just like everyone else here like he came from money and would stop at nothing to get more. “Greg, this is my daughter, Arianna. Arianna, this is Gregory Osorio, our soon to be Mayor.”
This Greg guy let out a low whistle as he looked Arianna up and down. “Sal, you weren’t kidding. She is absolutely stunning. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard so many things about you.”
“All good things, I hope,” she said with a smile that would never quite reach her eyes.
“Oh, absolutely! Your dress looks like it was made for you. Ah, how do you say it… You look… bellissima!”
“You’re too kind. Alessio convinced me to wear this tonight. I have to give all the credit to him,” she laughed, keeping up the ruse of niceties as Alessio dug his fingers into her side. It was his retaliation for the subtle jab she just made at him, even though these people would never ever know that it was.
“Fidanza, you are a lucky man!”
“I thank God everyday for her,” Alessio said, giving one more bruise-worthy squeeze on Arianna’s waist. He dropped his hand when everyone’s attention snapped towards the door. The group that had just arrived turned heads as they sauntered in.
“Who invited those Emeritus fucks?” Sal snapped.
“Copia put a call in himself to my office about a sizable donation for tonight. I figured if he's willing to be a top donor–perhaps even the top donor tonight–they might as well enjoy some of the festivities, no?” Osorio responded cautiously. “If you’ll excuse me, Sal…”
They exchanged nods as Gregory meandered through the crowd. Sal snapped his fingers. “I want eyes on them. They’re fucking up to something. Never once have they given a shit about things like this.”
“On it, boss,” one of his men said before he disappeared amongst the throng of people.
Arianna never liked the Emeritus family. In fact, she borderline hated them with their menacingly painted faces and blasphemous way of life. She never quite understood how they rose to rival that of her family. Perhaps they really did make a deal with the devil.
“I’m going to grab a drink,” she said quietly. Alessio just waved her off, her father already in a passionate discussion regarding something she couldn’t care less about.
She made her way to the bar, getting the attention of one of the bartenders. “Your usual, Ms. Diodati?”
“Yes, please,” she smiled.
It wasn’t long until she felt a pair of eyes on her from the other end of the bar. She looked up to see Copia, the ringleader of the Satanic circus, staring her down like a hunter watching its prey. It sent a shiver down her spine, but all he saw was the scowl that encapsulated her face. That only made him smirk at her.
She rolled her eyes in disgust, looking away from him. Out of the corner of her eye, though, when she knew his attention was back on someone that wasn’t her, she couldn’t help herself from taking in his appearance. She hated to admit, he looked… elegant. His burgundy pants were impossibly tight in all the right ways. It pained her to acknowledge the way they perfectly hugged his thighs. He had foregone his suit jacket, leaving just his matching burgundy vest and black dress shirt and tie. His sleeves were rolled up and she could see his muscles flex as he grabbed his drink.
Her eyes lingered for a few seconds too long. This time, he caught her watching him. His mouth curled up again into a sly half-smile as he took a drink. His dichromatic eyes never left her. The instant her drink hit the counter, she brought it to her lips and weaved her way through everyone back to Alessio in hopes of putting distance between her and whatever exchange had just taken place.
Shortly after she resumed her role as the token arm candy she was, did her father tense up when a leather clad hand slapped his shoulder. “Salvatore! Come stai (how are you)?”
“Copia,” he greeted stiffly. “To what do we owe this… surprise?” The words rolled off his tongue as if they made his skin crawl.
“Can’t a man just be willing to support a good cause such as this?”
Sal’s only response was to purse his lips. Copia was reveling in the fact that just his presence alone was getting under his enemy’s skin. “Say, Copia, did you hear about the girls that were rescued from trafficking by the docks the other day?” A condescending smirk now replaced the sour look on his face.
Copia’s eyes darkening was the only acknowledgement of Sal’s jab he let slip. “Ah, yes, thank the Gods below they’ve been transferred from one prison to another, being treated as criminals instead of victims.”
“Well, a whore contained is better than a whore on the street.”
Copia laughed sneeringly. “Ah, and I’m sure by whore, you mean a two-bit one. Tell me, though, what are the plans after this? Anyone escorting you to the after party?” he smirked as it was Sal’s turn for his expression to darken.
Arianna didn’t realize she was watching this with bated breath, or that she was clinging to Alessio until he shook her off him. Copia's eyes immediately darted to Arianna’s fiancé breaking free of her almost death grip to take a step towards him. “You know, since you’re here, a thanks is in order,” Alessio said cunningly. “Those girls couldn’t have been saved without the helpful information one of your soldiers let slide right off his tongue. I’ve gotta say, that was a lucky group of girls.”
“Life’s just a game of luck, isn’t it?” Sal chimed in with a shrewd smile directed at Copia.
“And I thank you as well, gentlemen, for helping me shed some dead weight.” The tenison grew thick as the flames of their rivalry were fanned with each remark. “But, a real man makes his own luck.” He casted a quick astute glance with an accompanying nod to Sal before he turned to directly face Arianna. “Perdonami,” he murmured gently, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. “Arianna, e come stai stasera, principessa (and how are you tonight, princess)?”
Her heart thumped wildly against her sternum and her eyes flashed nervously over to Alessio. She knew somehow this man’s unprompted actions would be her fault. Both men noted immediately how her body stiffened. One was amused by her fear while the other felt a pang of pity. “Bene, grazie (good, thank you),” she piped up meekly.
“Would it be alright if I stole la bella donna (the beautiful woman) for just one dance?” he asked the two men beside him, only taking his eyes off Arianna for a mere second.
Giving Alessio a slap on the back, “She’s practically yours now, son. That’s your call to make,” her father laughed as he walked off towards the bar.
Arianna widened her eyes, begging Alessio to say no. Rolling his lips between his teeth as he pondered his decision quickly. He nodded, another sly smile curling the edges of his mouth. “One song wouldn’t hurt, eh? Careful though, she’s a pistol. Hope you can handle her. Lord knows some days I barely can.”
Copia laughed dryly. “I think someone of my stature knows how to handle one of those quite well,” he challenged, ushering Arianna away quickly.
Alessio reached out and grabbed her by the arm, just like he had earlier, turning her towards him. She inhaled sharply through gritted teeth at the pain as he had constricted her already tender bruises. “I’ll be waiting by the bar for you,” he hummed as his eyes flicked back and forth between Arianna and her new dance partner, before they lingered on her. She knew that look on his face. It was another warning. Without a sound, he let go of her, and followed the path of her father.
Copia’s arm snaked around her waist. He made it a point to do it gingerly, but that did nothing to calm her rattling nerves. “You’re trembling, cara,” he noted quietly, turning to face her, placing a hand on her hip on the same spot Alessio’s fingers left painful imprints. Her eyes fluttered shut when she involuntarily shied away from him. He eyed her curiously as he switched hands, placing one on her opposite hip and taking her hand in his other. She never quite understood the random ballroom dancing that happened at some of these parties.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
A sinister laugh quietly bubbled from him as he leaned to whisper in her ear, “You really should be.”
“And why’s that?” she challenged as they stepped in time together. Unsure of how, or why, but she could feel some of her old fire ignite inside her.
“Now, now, if I answered that it would ruin the surprise.”
She spoke in a way so her lips didn’t move, but Copia could understand her muffled words perfectly: “My father has eyes on you, you know.” This came off as more of a warning of caution than a threat.
“I’d expect nothing less from him. The real question is, does he have eyes on you?”
“I highly doubt it. I’ve proven to him I’ve learned from my rebellious ways,” she scoffed.
“Oh?”
“The consequences aren’t worth the… It serves no purpose anymore.”
After a few beats of silence, Copia asked, “Why do you let them treat you like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like they own you.”
For the first time since their dance began, she looked directly into his two-toned irises. Her breath hitched. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone, never mind a practical stranger, had even acknowledged her feelings or that she might have any at all. Her life wasn’t her own; it was already planned out. She could picture her life with Alessio as if she already lived. It’s mostly the reason she had become a shell, a carbon copy of herself. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a tall cliffside with no one to pull her back and no one who noticed, or even cared… So why was her father’s sworn enemy acting as if he did? And why in God’s name did it make her stomach flip and her heart flutter? “Because they do,” she finally managed to say through barely parted lips.
As the song ended, Copia regarded her with a smug, yet sympathetic look. He stepped towards her, pressing his body against hers, bringing his forehead down to hers. Standing there frozen, there was nothing she was able to do except stare into the most intriguing pair of eyes she’d ever seen. “Il mio agnellino (my little lamb)…” he purred. A devilish smile creeped onto his face. “I’ll see you soon.”
He abruptly left her standing there like a deer in headlights with her heart hammering in chest, and disappeared into the crowd. She sucked in a deep, ragged breath as she looked around checking to see if there were any witnesses to what just happened.
That man was evil. She knew this. He was ruthless. He worshiped the devil. He was the enemy.
And yet, what terrified her the most wasn’t his veiled threats, but her reaction to them. There was an allure to him, an air of mystique. Someone heard her faint cries for freedom… She shook it off and went to find Alessio, fearing what he would do if she waited any longer.
Arianna caught his eye as she walked up to him leaning against the bar, alone. He knocked back the remainder of his drink and forcefully grabbed her wrist, dragging her out to a deserted hallway. Not a single person batted an eyelash as they rushed past.
Once he assumed they were completely by themselves, he forced her up against the wall. Her back stinging in protest as the coolness of the concrete seeped into her skin. Unbeknownst to the nowhere-near-happy couple, Copia and his ghouls were waiting in a nearby room. Every part of his plan was falling in place like dominos.
“Alessio wh–” Arianna started to question, but was cut off by Alessio slamming his fist on the wall right next to her head.
While he now had her caged in, he pointed a finger in her face. “What the fuck was that about? You fucking wanted to dance with that vermin?”
She stared at him in horror. Even though she knew he would pull this card, it never made it easier any time it happened. “What are you talking about?! Did you miss the look I gave you? I wanted nothing to do with him! I wanted you to say the ‘no’ that I couldn’t!”
“You wanted–” he scoffed. “You wanted me to say no? Since when do I make your decisions for you?”
“Only every fucking day of my life!” she spat back at him, seething. Though he embodies sin and everything unholy, when Copia switched the hands on her hips, when he noted her fear… Those actions, so subtle, spoke volumes. She was reminded of what it means when a person has compassion, empathy, and even a trace of humanity inside them. If she ever experienced that with Alessio it had long be wiped from her memory, overridden by every terrible thing he had done to her and put her through.
The rage that erupted from him, the hatred that bled from his eyes, haunted her nightmares. Instantly after the words left her mouth, her whole body tensed. When the blow from his hand landed across her face, she didn’t even have time to react before he gripped her arms again, somehow even harder than the two previous times.
“You think you can just go dance with another man without looking like one of the devil’s whores? Maybe I should have let you wear that dress, since here you are, being one instead of just looking like one.” He shook her as he berated her.
“Alessio, please, you’re hurting me,” she whimpered, tears streaming down her face as her fiancé screamed at her. His voice drowned out from the thumping music and the raucous party-goers in the other room.
“You little fucking cunt, if it wasn’t for your father I would have left your pathetic ass years ago,” he snarled through his teeth just before he tossed her to the ground like a rag doll. “Get the fuck home. I don’t want to deal with this right now. And you better think of a good way to make this up to me…” he warned before he cracked his neck, fixed his shirt cuffs, and sauntered back into the party.
Quietly, she sobbed into the tile floor. Her body was alight in a flame of pain. “Please, God. Please help me. I can’t… I just can’t…”
A hand gently touched her shoulder. She recoiled, flinching, and pressed herself into the wall behind her.
“Oh, Principessa,” Copia tutted. He crouched down in front of her and used his thumb to wipe away her tears. She watched as he brought his hand closer to inspect how they glistened on his leather glove. His eyes bored into hers as he brought his thumb to his mouth, nearly sensually cleaning off her agonized tears with his tongue. Fear coursed through her harder than the adrenaline did when she spoke back to Alessio. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but it seems that God called in sick today,” he leaned in closer, hovering over her forebodingly, “and he sent me to handle your prayers,” he cooed disparagingly.
He stepped back from her, offering to help her up. She stared at his hand, her eyes wide with panic. When he waved it to snap her out of her trance, she scrambled to her feet. Automatically fearing supposed repercussions.
“How much… how much of that did you hear?” she whispered.
“All of it.” With a snap of his fingers two ghouls appeared, seemingly out of nowhere from Arianna’s perspective, and grabbed her arms. Their grip firm, but it wasn’t lost on her how they somehow managed to avoid touching where Alessio had hurt her.
“Wh-what are you doing? Let me go. Let go of me!” she cried out, feebly attempting to wriggle from the ghouls’ grasps.
Copia stepped forward, taking her face in his hands. His thumbs stroked her cheeks. With his face inches from hers, that diabolical smile reappeared. “I’m sorry about that too, but I can’t allow that. You see, il mio agnellino, you won’t be going home tonight.” He snaked his hands down from her face and along her neck before he leaned in so close to her, his breath tickled her ear. The way his lips moved against her skin sent shivers down her spine. “I told you. You should be scared of me.”
As he backed away from her, a third ghoul put a cloth over her mouth. Her screams were muffled as she tried to thrash and escape from her captors. Soon, her movements slowed and her vision blurred. The last thing she remembered seeing was that haunting pair of eyes, one green and one white, watching her with a smirk that rivaled that of the devil’s, before something covered her head and plunged her into darkness as her body went limp.
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