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rowanaudley‌:

Rowan had not long been settled back into his suite at Krov’s. The merman-hybrid had taken a dip in one of the private pools to refresh himself, before washing off and settling into some loose fitting clothes. He had been at Krov’s many times since it’s founding, but he had found that with his most recent return everyone seemed so damn tense. He didn’t know what was going on and quite frankly he didn’t care as long as it didn’t affect him personally. He made his way along the corridor, which seemed to be hold more moaning beasts and twitchy staff members than it normally did. Rowan didn’t remember all these slaves being so audible before. The merman shrugged and pulled out his pocket watch, watching as the hands ticked steadily. No glamour present.

He watched the man that left the tattoo parlour, the smell of blood still present in the air around him. Rowan could not resist giving in to his own curiosity and moved around the corner to take a look at the staff member inside. Over his thousands of years on this earth, Rowan had taken a great deal of interest in studying people, their body language, and this one seemed damn near depressed. “What’s got you so low, pup?”

Originally posted by slytherynjolras

Chevy looked up when he heard the man, his heart plummeting in his chest. Should he tell the master what he was thinking about before he came in? Would he make fun of him? “...Jus’... A lot I suppose... I miss my mate.. I miss Madds.... I miss life outside this fuckin’ castle. I hate bein’ bound here and worst of all, I know my fuckin’ heat is comin’...” He admitted after a moment of silence. Truthfully, he just wanted to be left alone, to wallow in his sadness and not be bothered. But.... It felt nice... To have someone in the room with him... To talk to him a little.

Spring time was the worst for Chevy. Not only did he know heat was coming soon, but his seasonal depression would be coming. Sure enough, it did today. He sat in the tattoo parlor, tattooing up someone, and not really caring what they said. Instead, he was overthinking everything. He missed his mate, a lot. He also missed Madds and hanging out with him, and not to mention, he missed his life outside of this fucking castle. Why did he have to be fucking stuck here? Of all damn places... He just wanted to go back home by now.

After he was done giving the man the tattoo he wanted, he watched him leave with a gentle, sad smile before going back into his own thoughts. Would his mate even care if he came back? Would he still love him? Would he be happier back home in England? Probably not... He was probably better off here but that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. Ironically, he didn’t even hear the footsteps as another man came into the parlor until he was right in front of him.

Norman Reedus

actual child

#Chevy #100% Chevy in the snow

hemitekoha‌:

“Look at that, we have so much in common,” he teased before dropping his hands back to the leather chair. It was fun to play with the dragon but not when he was tattooing him. It didn’t stop him from watching Chevy through hooded eyes, wanting to see what reactions he could create in the dragon. Hemi came from a small family but the details were hazy beyond that. “A mate,” he echoed. Though he wasn’t an expect, he knew what it meant to a shifter. “And something happened to them?” he guessed.

“I come from a warrior culture. Fighting is what we do. There’s plenty of us who fought in the war and thrived there. It’s how we have our positions on the council as well.” Truthfully the demon even missed war, it gave him something to do. The amount of positivity from Chevy was dizzying but he swallowed own his sarcastic retort and let the dragon have his talk of fate. “I’m most definitely a lesson,” he answered with a small smile. No one who had met him would think that he would be anything else. “I mostly really enjoy it rough. I’m a demon and we’re not known for sweet, gentle sex. But I wouldn’t be the one getting fucked and I’m only half demon so I can be nice.” How long it lasted was still debatable.

:”Yeah, don’t we?” He snorted, an obvious teasing manner to his voice. He knew there wasn’t a whole lot in common, but there was just a little, and that was enough for Chevy. “A mate..” He repeated himself, biting his lip when the other asked if something happened. “Yeah... He didn’t.. Really die but... He faked his death t’get me t’leave and run..” He had to admit, he missed his mate more than he missed anyone here at all. And he truly hated not having him here...

“Makes sense in all honesty... I guess it’s like vanilla and chocolate. Y’like one an’ dislike the other, y’know?” He snorted, focusing more on the tattoo. Until the other told him he was definitely a lesson. “Y’ain’t... I don’t think y’are at least... I think you’re a pretty good guy if I’m bein’ truthful... You’re capable of bein; good. Sure, th’demon side can come out a lot but... Deep down... You’re pretty cool and collected. And that’s always appreciated in someone else’s life.” He smirked, moving to put the tattoo gun away once everything was inked over perfectly. “Yeah... We need gentle t’start out with at least. At least th’ ones gettin’ fucked... Th’ones fuckin’ don’t really care much.”

hemitekoha‌:

“You know, I actually do. There’s something very fuckin’ hot about having a hand around my throat,” the demon answered, giving Chevy the once over again. While the dragon’s he had known in his life weren’t the same as the ones on this side of the hemisphere, he had always found similarities. “The concept of being on the street kind of goes over my head anyway. This castle is fancier than my home.” In that sense, he could understand not having the need for money. He didn’t use money for much unless he was travelling.

The demon laughed. It was funny to hear a dragon apologise for a war. “I’m not sorry. I enjoy fighting. I fucking love it actually.” The tattoos that covered his body were for warriors, something that he had prided himself on since becoming a vampire. “It’s about power, it’s always about power. That’s why everyone is subservient to vampire’s.” Even if creatures didn’t fight in the war, he thought they all knew what the two great wars were about. “You wouldn’t have wanted to meet me. You probably should regret meeting me know,” Hemi replied. There was no sadness in his tone, it was a simple fact. “Never found the need in being slow. Then again, I’m not normally the one being fucked. If you’re sitting right, I haven’t done my job properly but… I could start slow.”

“Well.. There’s one new thing I didn’t know ‘bout ya, yeah? Fun fact, I really like it too.” He chuckled, letting the man give him a once over. He was starting to love the attention he was getting from the older man, making him chew his bottom lip for a moment in thought. “Oh yeah same here.. I come from a tiny home. Only myself, my mum and da’... Not that I minded of course, y’know? It was.. Nice... Then I found my mate an’ we had a bit of a larger home for us two..” His previous smile on his face faded while he was talking about his mate.

“Really? I mean, I never thought someone truly enjoyed war, y’know? Though, I guess there will definitely be those type of people ‘round here, right?” He chuckled to himself. “Yeah, that’s true I suppose... And hey, nah, I don’t r’gret meetin’ you if I’m bein’ truthfully honest. I don’t really regret anyone. Everyone comes into your life for two reasons. They come in for a long time, or they come in for a lesson... You? I can’t tell what you are just yet.. But I’m kind of hopin’ it’s not a lesson... But I guess y’never know until it’s too late.” He shrugged. “True.. We can start slow then go heavy an’ rough. That’s actually what I really love, honestly.”

hemitekoha‌:

The demon’s smile widened as he was pushed back into place. It was a fair reason so he wouldn’t push Chevy, too much at least. “I can’t imagine any vampire would thank you for messing them up.” Hemi was included in that list, even if he was the one doing the distracting. “It must be nice not to worry about it.” From what he could remember, Hemi grew up poor and money had always held an interest to him. Now he was too old to care, already having what he needed.

“You don’t have to be sorry about a war you had no part in,” Hemi answered. Most people held some sadness about the war, either because vampire’s one or they lost someone. Hemi had none of that regret, he thrived in battle. “We would have been on opposing sides if we met during the war,” he reminded him. If they had met then, the demon would have had no qualms about hurting Chevy and putting him in his place. It was hard not to interpret it that way when he didn’t have pants on and the dragon’s hands were on him. The idea of being gentle made the demon laugh. He knew how to be gentle, maybe even sweet, but it wasn’t his preference. “Really? I think I was mostly gentle with you, though being in heat was definitely in your favor.”

Chevy couldn’t help the dumb smirk spreading on his face when he saw that widening smile. “What? Y’like someone’s hand ‘round your neck?” He teased playfully. “Oh, yeah, nah..I wouldn’t appreciate it either if I was bein’ th’one tattooed in all honesty..” He shrugged his shoulders. “I mean... We did.. My family did.. But I didn’t really give two shits. If we were on th’street, we were on th’street. Not like I wasn’t really anyway.” He explained with a snort. It was definitely a coping mechanism to snort or laugh at his own misfortune.

“Well still... I’m sorry y’had t’fight in it. I’m sorry others had t’fight in it. It was stupid and petty if I’m bein’ honest with you.. What even was th’reason?” He sighed, looking up to him. “Yeah, I know... Thank god we didn’t meet sooner... I was jus’ thinkin’ bout that..” He gave a sad little smile as he kept working on the tattoo. “Well, y’were kinda. Better than some masters I suppose. But I mean slow this time. Not as... Rough and fast, y’know? As much as I like it that way, I’d kinda like t’sit t’morrow and not be wincin’ an’ huffin’ every two seconds... Though, we can always go two rounds. One slow and easy, th’ other fast an’ hard.”

hemitekoha‌:

“Sure. It’s always funny seeing a ten thousand year old demon vampire holding a grudge too. It really shows the eighteen year old self is still in there.” Hemi always enjoyed picking on his sire and the other’s in his coven. It was likely why they made him the representative on the council if only to get rid of him for a while. The demon raised his brow, leaning in close to Chevy. “Wanna have a taste?” he asked, seeing if he could tempt the dragon. The demon would love for him to have a taste, to see if his blood could corrupt that puppy dog attitude.

“I know a thing or two about them taking a while,” he chuckled, pointing at the thigh that Chevy was already working on. They were both intricate kind of designs so the demon could appreciate how long it took to get the details done. “Really? A dragon who isn’t greedy. I don’t think I’ve ever met one that wasn’t.” There were always oddities in a species but some stereotypes existed for a reason. The demon shrugged, he could understand those who liked pain because he was someone who enjoyed inflicting it. “Maybe they just like the control of the pain.” It was sweet that Chevy was concerned but with the amount of times he had sat through this process, a little bit of pain didn’t bother him. “I’ve also been stabbed and shot at and a bunch of other shit from war. I can handle this, plus it heals up quick.” The vampiric side was always a bonus in that way. Whatever pain existed only lasted so long. His eyes fell to the hand on his thigh, watching it move over the sensitive skin there. “Are you trying to get me hard?”

“Oh I bet in all honesty. I’d probably be laughin’ in his face. then probably get killed but... Worth it.” He shrugged his shoulders with a laugh, noticing the other leaning in close. He stopped his hand for a moment so he didn’t fuck the tattoo up (which is the last thing he needed) So he could glance up to him. “Maybe in a bit. When I’m done. That way, in case it does somethin’, I ain’t messin’ up your tattoos.” He explained, moving the hand that was on his thigh to gently wrap a hand around the man’s neck and carefully push him back against the chair. “Save that for later though.”

“I believe it. With how intricate this is? It’s got lines goin’ everywhere.” He laughed, moving back to work on the tattoo, his hand going right straight back to the place on his thigh. “Well... you have now. I don’t give a shit about wealth and the like. I grew up not really caring, I suppose..” He shrugged his shoulders for a moment. He didn’t grow up in the most wealthy family out there. “Mmm, maybe. I wouldn’t be too surprised if that’s the reasoning. I know I couldn’t do it... I can only handle a certain amount of pain and that goes over the limits for me..” He admitted. “Really? Shit, I’m sorry... I can’t say I was... Really in the war.. As awful as that sounds... Maybe we woulda met sooner though if I was..” He couldn’t help thinking about that for a few seconds. They probably would have hated each other if that was the case, so thank fuck they didn’t meet until now. He glanced up to him for a moment. “Only if you interpret it that way... Though, in all honesty, I’m just making sure you’re relaxed and calm. It’s a procedure I got used to after tattooing slaves and the like. They’re normally nervous the first time, so..” He shrugged. “However, if you do get hard, I don’t mind helpin’ with it. All I ask is you’re a bit more gentle this time.”

hemitekoha‌:

“I dunno, immortality I guess. It wasn’t something we really discussed. He was a bit of dick. Probably sick of looking like a kid next to me,” he joked, touching his beard. Blood tasted very sweet to him. It wasn’t the same flavour as a soul. They both had their own distinct taste and the demon didn’t like to pick but he’d take it over tea. “Are you saying I’m not sweet?” Hemi asked, quirking his brow in question.

The demon’s fingers lingered for a second, tracing the pattern before placing them back on the leather chair. “I s’pose it doesn’t need to mean something so long as it looks good.” He snorted at the idea of Chevy in his dragon form curled up on a pile of gold. It was hard not to think of most dragon’s like that due to the stereotype around the creatures. “It’s like when you get tattooed on your shins,” he answered. Hemi understood that pain all too well. “I’m part demon, being a sadistic fucker is pretty much my MO too.” Not that he really understood the appeal of scarification, or harming his slaves that way. He wanted them to stay pretty. “It’s just that first touch. Besides, you just started.” His eyes fell to the hand on his thigh, noticing the touch was more intimate than professional.

“Makes sense. I mean, I’d be a li’l mad if someone my species looked way younger than me and was ‘round th’same age or somethin.” He snorted, shrugging his shoulders. When asked if he thought the other wasn’t sweet, he shrugged once more. “Hey, I ain’t really sayin’ that. I ain’t tasted ya, so how would I know, huh?” He teased. Though, he’d probably stick with the tea either way. It always helped to warm him up as well.

“That’s true. I mean, I love this one. Shit took a while though but... This and my cross are two of my favorite tattoos I’ve ever gotten.” He grinned proudly as he watched him trace over the tattoo before dropping his hand back down. “ But yeah, I mean... I ain’t one for wealth, b’lieve it or not. I don’t give two shits ‘bout it.” He added with a chuckle. “Kinda! Or your elbow. Can’t say I’ve done that just yet but... I can only imagine how horrible that would feel.” He shook his head. “Well yeah, I mean.. But scarification just... It looks awful. And th’pain that goes with that? Like.. A huge open wound? Fuck that.” He cringed just thinking about it. “True, true.. Got a point. I know how some people are though. They say they’re tough and can handle it but then they find out ten minutes in, they need a break. Not sayin’ you’re like that, but..” He laughed, continuing to let his thumb slowly stroke over his thigh, making sure to move his hand down to his knee as he worked the tattoo gun downwards.

hemitekoha‌:

“My sire is about… god, he’s gotta be hitting close to ten thousand years old. He looks like he’s eighteen. I got used to it early.” When he was still fresh and full of his human memories, it was difficult to understand the complexities of immortality. Sex was always a little bit rough for Hemi. There was no reason for him to hold back or care about hurting himself. Chevy didn’t have to say much, the demon could see it in his expression. Even without knowing him too well, there were some cues that gave him away. “You could also drink some vampire blood and that’ll heal you right up.”

Reaching out, the demon ran his fingers along the branch in the centre of Chevy’s chest. “Does it represent anything?” he asked. Hemi left his shirt open, not bothering to cover himself up when he was already exposing so much of his body. “I wouldn’t know what that feels like. Normally I’m the one to take a bite out of someone,” he teased with a wide grin. “Pretty sure that’s the point of scarification. I think there’s some vampire’s who rather enjoy doing it to their slaves.” It was a way of branding your property, aside from actually branding them. The tense muscles in his thigh slowly relaxed under the dragon’s gentle touch. “Nah, it’ll be right. It’s the first shock of the needle,” he explained. God, he could only imagine how much he would be teased if he were at home and had jumped from a tattoo needle.

“Shit, how?! I mean.. I’d think your bodies would grow t’look older or somethin’, y’know? Like me, I’m a thousand but I look around forty..” He laughed, shaking his head. He knew Hemi could easily see right through him, which is also a reason why he didn’t say anything about it. Besides, most demons and the like can sense when someone’s doing it. “Yeah, I know.. But drinkin’ vampire blood isn’t half as good as tea or th’likes. I’m a guy that likes more... Sweet things, rather than bitter. PRobably why I had a lot of cavities as a kid.” He joked.

He let Hemi slowly touch over the tattoo, smiling at the attention he was getting. Why was he so attention starved today? He kind of wanted him to touch him some more. “I kinda wish it did, but... Nah, I jus’ really like crows. Though, I guess it could be an underlying symbolism for wealth since... Dragon.” He pointed to himself with a laugh. “Oh, it fuckin’ sucks! Especially when you’re kinda more on the thin side like me? Shit’s painful.” He shook his head, a wide grin forming on his features. “Oh, yeah.. Sadistic fuckers... I know a lot of people outside of the castles do it too. I guess it’s a way to like... Cause harm but in a more artistic way.” He shrugged. “Y’sure? I mean... I don’t mind takin’ a break if you need to.” He chuckled, moving to gently stroke his thumb over the other’s thigh to make sure he stayed calm and relaxed, giving more of a distraction so he could work on his leg.

#Fuck off why am i shipping them omf

madds-stone-mafia‌:

“How about we take a little nap together and rest for a while? We had s long morning and I think we could both use a little cat nap,” The man suggested, taking a sip of his coffee. “It can get boring around here, yes, but at least there’s a lot of ways to relax here too.” He hummed.

“I’d really like that in all honesty..” He gave a grin as he rubbed at the back of his neck a bit. “Mmm, true, true.. I mean, at least for us there is. the slaves... I kinda feel bad for ‘em, since I used t’be one. Only way they’ll experience the finer pleasures of th’castle is by either bein’ owned, or bein’ promoted to a staff.”

hemitekoha‌:

“You’re how old now? You gotta be used to it by now.” It was just another part of life as a vampire to him at least. He hadn’t aged a day since he was turned. “Are you in the habit of getting hurt often?” he asked, wondering why healing properties would be important. On the other hand, the demon didn’t care enough to really want an answer, it just seemed polite. “Or do you only need the healing after you get fucked really hard?”

Hemi wouldn’t admit that every tattoo after that was done in sittings because the first was enough pain “Well since you’re showing me yours,” he hummed, admiring the artwork on the dragon. Deft fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it to the side. Similar markings were spread across his chest and curved over his back. “I’d have to agree, these ones hurt like a bitch at least the thigh is fleshy.” Dropping his hand back to the leather seat, putting both at his side to give the other free access to his legs. “That’s a different kind of pain. I guess I can understand it if it’s for tradition but it’s not for me.” The demon flinched at the first touch of the needle but soon relaxed.

“A thousand, and you’re right, I should be used to this, but... It’s always just super weird to me... Interesting though, but weird.” He shrugged it off with a slight laugh. “Not... Necessarily... I drink it to maintain being in good health and able to do the things I do.” He shrugged. He wasn’t going to admit that he harmed himself by having sex with multiple people, harmful, rough sex as well. “Partially, I suppose.”

Chevy watched the other unbutton his shirt and show off the tattoo on his chest. “Oh I believe it. Hold on..” He pulled his shirt up to show off the crows tattoo. Four crows on a branch along his chest. “This one was the most painful to me since it’s hitting the bone area. Normally if it hits a vein or bone, it’s going to hurt like satan taking a bite from that area.” He snorted, pulling his shirt back down after a moment. “Oh yeah.. I mean, scarification.. I don’t think it’s really for tradition, but more for like.. You can’t get it lasered off. That shit’s there forever for real.” He shrugged. He noticed the little flinch, placing the free hand that was gloved ever so lightly on his thigh to help him relax. “Tell me if it gets to be too much and we’ll take a small break alright?”

axntnxbxdysbxtch

🕺Rule #63: Muse has found themselves in the body of the opposite sex. Effect lasts for 48 hours.

If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Truth be told, right now he wished his collar would mess up so he could run and escape. So he could try and find his mate. He’d already fucked up big time with Madds and now this? Staring into the mirror, he didn’t see himself. Instead he saw a woman staring back at him. He heard footsteps behind him and he didn’t even turn before he spoke. “Go. Away. I don’t want to deal with you right now.” He growled out, looking up to them in the mirror.

axntnxbxdysbxtch

aleixo-pallis‌:

“Yes…” Aleixo looked somewhat uncertain as the person turned around to face him, the phoenix trying to figure out just who it could be. He looked him up and down, cocking his head to the side. “Chevy. This is…odd. Not what I expected at all when I came back.” Some warning from the council would have been nice, though he knew they’d likely been busy and they wouldn’t have seen fit to tell him what he was walking into. “It’s fine. I would have snapped too in your shoes.”

“It’s not really what I expected either in all honesty... It’s weird as fuck, I’ll say that...” He huffed, running his fingers through his short hair. The first instinct was to put it up into a ponytail as always, but... You can’t do that too well with short hair.. “It ain’t fun, I’ll say that.. I was even down aged to a hundred and had th’sex spell... Wasn’t the most... proud moment I’ve had, but...” He shrugged. He had to get his mind off of this. “How’ve you been, Al?”

#tw: gender swap