Boner-fied

Griffin Hawthorne ❁ 45 ❁ Witch

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“Do not go gentle into that good night” - Dylan Thomas

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Oops // Griffin & Henry

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familiar-henry:

Griffin seemed to know Henry’s unspoken fears of being treated merely as a familiar instead of a person. It was strange though, considering the more his witch encouraged his independence, the more he wanted to show his vulnerable familiar side. He was creating his own expectations that contradicted everything Griffin stood for in their relationship but, nevertheless, the stress he caused himself only increased at the topic of bonding. The other’s validations were starting to feel repetitive and Henry stopped arguing for fear of being seen as someone who constantly needed assurance. He was left speechless, tears still slowly spilling onto his cheeks as a warm hand slid down his shaking shoulders. It reminded him of his grip on Griffin’s arms and he released them almost instantly, eyes remaining slightly dazed in the process.

The continued encouragements allowed the fear growing in his chest to spread to every molecule of his being and Henry suddenly found it very difficult to breathe. He sucked in each breath of air with heavy desperation as his hands began to shake more violently. The thought of being Griffin’s indulgence every night for the rest of his life both excited and terrified him. He creased his eyebrows together hard enough to be considered painful, clasping his trembling hands together in front of his mouth as he spoke softly. “I’m scared.” The admission was one of pure secrecy; Henry was never one to admit to his vulnerability in such a factual manner but, then again, Griffin was always able to bring out the worst of him. 

He continued to be patient for the other to process and react. The amount of fear he saw in the other’s eyes pained him, and he wanted to do nothing more than to chase it away. Griffin continued to sooth  his hands over Henry’s back to offer some sort of physical way to keep his familiar in the present. Words could only do so much when the other was experiencing intense emotions so he tried his best to offer both his words and touch. 

“I know,” he said softly as he raised a hand to gingerly cup the other’s cheek. “I know, but I’m here for you- through it all, bonded or not, I will always be here for you.” Though he didn’t say it he could feel himself say the same exact words back to Henry. Fear wasn’t something he had ever allowed himself to experience often, mostly because he never had the time for it, but there were so many different sorts of fear that ran through his mind at the present moment. There were so many what ifs  that pushed and pulled at him, but he didn’t give into them. 

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Oops // Griffin & Henry

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familiar-henry:

At the admission, Henry stuttered on his breath and his fingers tightened their hold on his witch’s biceps. It wasn’t everyday that Griffin allowed him to hear something so blatantly honest. As the other continued, practically analyzing all of Henry’s characteristics, the urge to flee only grew within him. The witch was so wrong. It wasn’t only his ex bond that haunted him- it was his life apart, spent defying everything a witch expected him to be. Though being together for several months now allowed Henry to be vulnerable, it was nothing compared to the commitment of a bond. If they did bond, he would half expect to hear Elijah’s voice in his head. Or to hear Griffin’s silence when he couldn’t protect him. Even though he’d spent the majority of his life bonded to a witch, it was clear that his time without one was devastating. But he didn’t want to bond with Griffin for the mere selfish reason of maintaining a healthy life, both mentally and physically. He needed to know for certain that he would offer something in return. And he wasn’t certain.

“You say that I’m strong but I can’t even handle seeing blood. And blood comes along with your job. You say that I’m compassionate but I’ve been using witches for my own selfish reasons before and… and after I met you. And.. stunning… well, stunning is just a ridiculous word to describe me, Griffin. Look, I’m crying like… like a child.” Situations replayed in Henry’s own mind of the pain he’d caused others and those who had caused it to him as well. They impacted every word he spoke as his grip loosened on the other and he slipped out of Griffin’s arms to press into the side of the couch. 

It didn’t clear his mind like he thought it might. Instead, Henry only felt more clouded.

“I won’t be able to… to be what you need me to be. And don’t– don’t say you don’t have expectations because you will. You will. And what will happen when I can’t meet them? I love you but that’s… that’s just because I’m selfish and I don’t want to let you go.” 

“What I do isn’t strong, Henry,” he countered with a firm set to his jaw. “Yes, it takes power, but it doesn’t take strength. It’s twisted, I’ve been calloused to these acts for decades. Not being able to stand the sight of blood is a valid thing. The way I kill and the amount of lives I take, is not.” He’d be a blind fool to believe that what he did was normal. “You are compassionate. I’m not just talking about the bond between our species, but as a person. I don’t just see you as a familiar, Henry. You’re a strong person whether you acknowledge it or not, and you are absolutely stunning. Children aren’t the only ones that are allowed to cry, darling.” Griffin smoothed a hand over the other’s back since his arms were held by the other. 

A small sigh left him as he softened his features. “Henry, darling, you already are. You’ve done more than just that. I might be well versed with my line of work, but I still get lost in it from time to time. Whenever I go home after work I’m the happiest man alive. I get to come back to the person I love, and you know what? You ground me. You help me filter my thoughts and relax. Relationships aren’t just one sided- at least not this one. We love each other and I’m just as selfish as you are, I can promise you that.”

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august-wynter:

Evenings were easier than daylight. Partly because he had grown so used to existing in the dark and using the early morning hours to sleep; since arriving there any day he managed to get out of his apartment without falling down the fire escape or out the front door felt like a victory. Half the time it didn’t happen and he wasn’t used to feeling clumsy but work was a necessity and so was attempting some degree of a normal life. Slinking around at night was, in theory, left to other creatures. 

It didn’t stop him from doing it occasionally though and right then, dusk heavy at his back and the false-light fading away, August felt oddly groggy and unfocused. It was that city making him lazy with a sense of implied security that he didn’t fully trust yet. Restless, heavy eyelids threatened to give out on him and he toyed with the notion of heading home, would have abanonded hs perch on the street-side bench, if not for a flicker of sound. 

His ears weren’t any sharper than most normal humans, a strange oddity compared to the sum of his kind, but strong enough to hear the rattle of motion when someone was around. He barely glanced up from his seat, things weren’t the way they used to be and every little sound wasn’t something horrible about to happen; he kept reminding himself of that. 

“I can hear you,” he remarked with an even tone too mulled with sleep to carry his usual degree of curiosity. 

If he could have it his way, Griffin would’ve taken a break from what his job usually entailed. After frightening Henry he couldn’t get rid of the small weight of guilt that sat in the back of his mind. It’s been a few days since then, but he’s had to deal with a few people that deserved the ending they got. It was funny, though, how calm he still was during the event. His office was spotless after the instance where he had to deal with that infuriating fighter earlier this week, but the room had to be scrubbed down another three times since then. 

Again, there was just too much ignorant pride in a lot of the people that signed up for the underground fighting. That in itself was bearable, but once their whining and insults pushed too far he had every right to deal with them the way he wanted. That was one of the perks with being the righthand of the downtown founder, but it was even easier for him to deal the consequences when Jesse and him were on good terms as well. 

Now, though, he had just washed his hands from the blood that had soiled his skin. There were a few faint spots on his suit but he was too tired to care about them right now. Griffin gathered his jacket and completely ignored the corpse that was pinned up against his wall. The scene was gruesome from how he had dissected and shattered the body, but he could care less. The cleanup crew would be here soon and he wanted to get home. A cigarette was lit and placed between his lips as he locked his office. There was a good distance to cover before he could be in the comfort of his house, but he didn’t mind it. The dimming light calmed him. The only time he stopped was to light another cigarette, and during that time he looked over to the person that had talked. 

“I would hope so,” he replied dryly before he took a long drag. “Otherwise I’d ask if you were deaf or unable to feel.” He had known that the familiar was there on the bench before he had stopped due to his magic, but he looked over at the man anyways. 

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Oops // Griffin & Henry

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familiar-henry:

Although they weren’t bonded, unable to feel each other’s thoughts or emotions, Henry still picked up on the sudden shift in the other’s breathing as Griffin became tense where his hand had been brushing through his curls. It was clear the other was gathering the strength to say something to him and the fleeting thought of a break up crossed his mind. While it wouldn’t come as a surprise, considering many witches didn’t want a broken child for a partner, the familiar wasn’t prepared to hear the words. He nuzzled his nose a bit further up Griffin’s neck to breathe brokenly against the skin, tension rising in his shoulders as he prepared for the worst. Griffin spoke and his words were entirely unexpected. 

While he had been wanting to soak up the other’s presence as much as possible before he’d be suddenly cut off from it, Henry willingly snapped his head back to make eye contact as the word bond left his witch’s lips. He’d already been bonded once and it was an unexplainable nightmare. While his witch had been fair and hadn’t forced him into anything, his bare wrist was still an undeniable reminder of his failure as a familiar once before. If a mark was to be engraved again, Henry needed to be strong and aware.

Part of him ached to be Griffin’s completely and the other part calculated the distance from the witch’s lap and the door. Things were moving far too quickly, yet every singly part of him longed to be bonded. He wasn’t a desirable familiar. He was hardly a desirable person, yet Griffin wanted him, and against all odds, Henry wanted to willingly return that love and trust. 

“You want to bond with me?” It should have been made clear by the countless assertions that he meant more to Griffin than the witch could ever admit but… his thoughts were scrambled and all of them began to chant ‘not good enough.’ “Why.., why would you want that?” 

The sudden space between them was sudden, but he didn’t flinch or look too shocked. It wasn’t a light subject to talk about and he knew about the last witch Henry had bonded with. At first he remained silent, but the calm and collected expression he usually wore wasn’t there on his face. He looked at Henry with an open heart and complete honesty. “Yes, I do want to bond with you.” Griffin knew that a simple yes would’ve sufficed, but he wanted to emphasize on his thoughts by mentioning that word again. “And there are many reasons why I want to. The first and foremost being that it’s you. I understand that your last bond, your last witch, still haunts you to this day, but I don’t define you by that. You are so much more than how you see yourself, Henry. You’re strong, compassionate, and absolutely stunning- you’ve seen me at my weakest and you stayed. You had and still have every reason to leave, but you didn’t. You’re still here and I’m still grateful for that. Bonds are a risky thing. We know that and it’s the most serious connection any witch or familiar could have with one another. I love you deeply and I’d like nothing more than to be bonded with you, but only if you want it without any second guesses or doubt. I don’t want to put you through something only to have it hurt you.”

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Oops // Griffin & Henry

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familiar-henry:

Griffin’s words were beginning to blur together and Henry tried his best to concentrate on their meaning. His witch’s arms weren’t nearly wrapped around him as tight as he’d like and Henry’s breath was ragged as his own arms squeezed the other’s middle. The familiar felt like a scared child, tears drying on his cheeks as he maneuvered himself out of Griffin’s bridal style hold to instead wrap his legs around the other’s hips, pressing his full front against the witch’s chest. They had assumed the position several times before while fucking but Henry felt no desire as his fingers squeezed at the warm flesh beneath him. 

It was scary to think how influential his cat side was while he was human. He was hesitant and distant from many but when it came to those he trusted, he really trusted them, clinging to them like they were his air to breathe. Even though Griffin had technically caused his distress, he was always there to put the pieces back together and Henry honestly felt guilty for falling apart so easily.

“Other… ways?” He breathed the question softly, not entirely understanding what Griffin implied but not ignoring the other’s words either. It would be rude to stay silent, even though he felt like he had nothing to say. He felt wrong for being upset at the sight of blood… He knew what his witch did at work, Griffin made no effort to hide it, and his emotional stability was merely getting in the way. The familiar wanted to be strong enough to brush it off like his witch did. 

Griffin just continued to talk as Henry moved around. When his familiar settled he held him close and ran a hand through the other’s hair. This was comforting in its own way oddly enough, but it was.. Nice to be able to enact a moment like this even if it was caused by a panic attack. The cause made him cringe lightly on the inside but he knew that he’d be there for any other instances like this and he wouldn’t be tired of it either. 

His lips were pursed for a second as he wondered if it was wrong for him to have let that last bit slip out. It wasn’t a light subject to breach but the discussion would have to come up in the future anyways. “Yes, other ways,” he mumbled quietly as he pulled himself together for how he was going to execute this. “I could always make some mobile surveillance that would be able to communicate with me, or we could.. Bond.” The last word fell from his lips heavily. To Griffin that meant the utmost sign of trust that any witch and familiar could have with each other. Of course, many pairs bonded to get it’s benefits quickly but there was a reason why he had never actually bonded before. Call it a silly fantasy or whatever, but he had been waiting to bond with the right person all of his life so far. 

[sirgawin]

You’re one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand.

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Oops // Griffin & Henry

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familiar-henry:

The hand in Henry’s hair proved to be a solid reminder that they were both still very much alive and present. He barely registered his own feet off the floor until they were leaving Griffin’s office. His eyes remained shut, for good measure, as his witch lead them into another private room. It was his first time visiting Griffin in the office since their first meeting, where he had experienced a more severe panic attack than he was now. What he heard next felt like another apology from the rumbling from his witch’s chest against his ear, but he couldn’t make out any actual words. Or he just didn’t want to. Henry could very easily accept the other’s apology but he couldn’t. Not when he knew his soulmate was killing people to make a good living. A living that lead to his witch’s beautiful home and a mess of his familiar.  

“You were late for dinner.” Henry felt drowsy and drunk off the other’s scent as he pushed his nose even further into his witch’s neck. They were sitting now, but the familiar didn’t make any movement to crawl out of the other’s lap. He wasn’t afraid of Griffin like he had been on his first night; This was a different fear. He was afraid of what might become of him. “It’s your job and I– I can’t just walk in but I just– just wanted to check to see if you were… okay.” 

It didn’t even occur to him that Henry would draw away from where they sat. He expected Henry to stay where he was or even crowd on top of him, because that was just something that he had come to acknowledge about the other. Physical contact was more grounding than words were, but he didn’t stop offering the latter. Griffin listened and sighed internally, already scolding himself for letting that fighter get under his skin. He could’ve been home on time and prevented all of this, but the thing was that he wasn’t blind to the possible fact that Henry might be exposed to this in the future. Try as he might, even he couldn’t control everything at once. 

“Yes, it is my job but you can walk in whenever you want. Only at your own digression though since I know that this is difficult to witness.” He had been there once upon a time, back when he had been very young, but the point was that he didn’t and couldn’t blame Henry for panicking for seeing a murder. Especially when it had been done in the way he had executed it. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the notion of your concern, but I’m not keeping you out of my work. I never was, but in order to prevent something like this happening again..” He sighed softly as he thought of a few ideas. “It might be best to send a text or something before walking in, and there are other ways as well but that would be the easiest.” 

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Oops // Griffin & Henry

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familiar-henry:

Henry’s stomach flipped as his back straightened to accommodate his new stance, most of his weight now leaning against his witch. While the touch was nice, it wasn’t doing enough and the familiar knew he might float away at any moment. His free hand reached across to grip the stained fabric on Griffin’s shoulder, ignoring the simple fact that the man’s blood was probably on him now too in favor of holding himself together. A soft whine left his throat as the hand began to rub his back but he needed more contact. Henry knew himself. Or maybe he didn’t and this was his way of trying to stay in control as it slipped between his fingers. His eyes never opened as he pushed his forehead against Henry’s collarbone, giving into his instincts and fully nuzzling against Griffin, slotting himself perfectly against his witch as his grip tightened. It seemed like an embrace was even harder to ask for than sex. “Hold me, please.” 

His voice was softer the second time he spoke, fully aware of the silence radiating around them. While he wanted to fill it with his own words, too many thoughts were scattering about his mind. His breath was ragged against Griffin’s shirt and he pushed his nose further against his witch to be surrounded by his scent. “It’s settled.” The thought of leaving the room was very pleasant but somewhere inside of him, Henry knew it would not instantly relieve his current attack. “Please, let’s— I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come, I just– You didn’t do– It’s not like I can just-” 

Henry didn’t need to say anymore before he was accommodating to the need for closer contact. Griffin held his familiar close with his arms wrapped around the man’s back. He ran his fingers through Henry’s hair and the second he heard that the nausea passed he was moving to scoop the other up and into his arms. His shoulders might not the broadest there was but it was enough to block the other’s view of the dead body as he carried the other out of his office and into the hallway. 

“It’s okay, it’s really okay. You don’t need to be sorry,” he reassured as he continued to hold Henry close to him as he walked them down into one of the spare rooms that lined the corridor. The door was unlocked and he had to step to the side so he could use his elbow to push the doorknob down. “I’m the one that should be sorry.” Griffin sighed lightly as he nudged the door open with his foot before he entered the room. “You shouldn’t have had to see that, and I will admit that I hadn’t been the more aware at the moment.” Now that they were away from the corpse he could’ve put Henry down, but he just crossed the room to sit down on one of the couches instead so he could keep his familiar close to him. 

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Oops // Griffin & Henry

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familiar-henry:

I’m sorry.

It was a phrase Henry was used to hearing every night as the witch came home from work. He knew Griffin was killing people. He couldn’t be angry or upset that he was seeing it play out in front of him because he knew. And he didn’t blame his witch for his reaction, not the least. But no matter how hard he squeezed his eyes shut, the pool of blood would not escape his mind. Even his witch’s voice that was attempting to push through his thoughts did nothing to settle his nerves, until there was silence and his nerves merely increased. 

“It’s just… the blood.” His voice was rough and thick with emotion as the trembling continued. It was a small offering to Griffin and he hoped, with his entire being, that the witch understood he was not upset with him; Henry’s body and mind were simply betraying him because of the sight of a dead man. 

He wanted nothing more than his witch to pull him flush against his chest and tug at his skin, limbs, his entire body to try and keep him from floating again. Henry knew of no other way to easily pull him out of the darkness and his witch knew best. His chest heaved with every breath he took and he eventually nodded at the question, holding out his own arm to grasp onto anything Griffin offered, tears threatening to spill. 

Fretting was a new thing to him still. He wasn’t used to be unsure and nervous at the same time. The most impressive part of it all was that he honestly couldn’t care less if the clean up crew came in and saw him like this either. Griffin didn’t need to hear or see anymore once Henry held out his arm. He leaned over and guided the other to wrap the arm around his shoulders. “I know,” he said quietly as he inched over so they were side by side. “We’ll leave when you’re stomach’s settled, okay?” He began to rub his familiar’s back, wanting to sooth away the tension the best he could while they were in here. Instead of relapsing into silence he kept on talking, trying to get Henry to stay here in reality and not fall into the imagery of what was behind them. 

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Oops // Griffin & Henry

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familiar-henry:

Henry knew he should have texted. Or called. Or… done anything except inappropriately show up at Griffin’s work unannounced. The situation would have played out much neater had he not showed up at all but that just wasn’t an option considering the other was late for dinner and he’d been fighting a cold the past two days. The witch’s absence for so long made him feel sick but the sight before him made him feel even worse.

His stomach churned in the most uncomfortable of ways at the image of red surrounding every inch of the other’s floor. It was so horrendous, Henry thought for a moment he might have dreamed it, like he usually did, but Griffin’s acknowledgment only made his head spin a little quicker. He had heard the dead man’s insults, had heard his screams of agony that soon followed, while Henry made his way towards the office at the end of the dingy hallway but he didn’t leave. Because, if he was being completely honest with himself, the thought of Griffin killing someone didn’t hurt him anymore. At least, he didn’t allow it to. But the familiar should have known better than to open the door as the eerie silence followed the obscene splattering of blood.

But he opened the door anyway. 

Henry knew his witch stood near the back of the room, radiating pure power and control, and his words, again, attempted to push back his own thoughts. His eyes racked over the bits of skull and brain littered along the fancy dark carpet before he shuddered once again, a sweat forming on his forehead from his lack of breath control. “I’m trying.” It might have been a strange reply to anyone else, but Henry assumed Griffin would understand his difficulty. A distant glaze formed over his eyes as he squinted, either in an attempt to make the blood go away, or to force himself to look at his witch.

The moment bright blue orbs bore into his, Henry felt reality crushing down on him once again. He rushed to the nearest trash bin, which just so happened to be next to Griffin’s desk, stepping in the deceased’s blood as he went. Once on his knees, Henry heaved up the empty contents of his stomach, managing to hurl breakfast after the small bile had filled his senses. Tears were forming on their own accord and Henry’s shaking hands gripped the trash bin with all the strength he could muster, like it might be the only thing in the world at that moment to keep him steady. 

There was no point with lying to himself. He had been expecting something like this. The first time they had met Henry had broken down just from the knowledge that he had killed someone, so to jump to this murder? This time he really did feel something, but that was always the case with Henry. He felt a lot of things, too many things even, and he felt really fucking bad. His thoughts were kept to himself as he reached behind him to get a tissue. Griffin cleaned his hand before he reached for his phone. As Henry hurled he dialed in a number. The line rang once before someone answered. He spoke in a hushed voice and the call was over and done with within seconds. 

This wasn’t anything new. There had been worse things done in his office before, but he hadn’t ever cared about who witnessed it until now. Griffin inhaled deeply as he started to take off his jacket. The soiled clothing was draped on top of the corpse’s upper half and it hid the worst of the mess at least. There were a few small splatters on his button up, but his hand was still stained a muddy red. Griffin went around the back of his desk and opened a cabinet that lined the back wall. Two water bottles were taken out and he made quick work to get a small towel. The fabric was wet and he cleaned his face while he looked into the camera of his phone. With the blood off of his face and hand he took the unopened bottle and crossed the room. 

“I’m sorry.” That was the first thing he said and it wasn’t just something that had been said without remorse. There was weight behind his words, meaning to it as he crouched down. “I have water here if you need it. Let’s get out of this room, okay? Is it..” Griffin paused, uncertain how to phrase what he had wanted to ask. “Is it okay if I help you up?” In this moment right now he disregarded all of the previous times they had where they were practically inseparable. Witnessing something like this outweighed all of that and he knew it very well. He didn’t want to touch Henry only to have him recoil. Not that he’d blame the man.

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Oops // Griffin & Henry

@familiar-henry

He was sick, in more than one way at that, and tired of this. The surprise illness had him bed ridden for two days, but he couldn’t leave his office for that long. Even more so when it came to the rink. Griffin had been so caught up with enjoying his time with Henry, and the flu of course, that he had been slacking on the underground fighting. There were a few people under him that kept things in line, but they contacted him late last evening. He couldn’t even get upset about it because it was his duty to keep that in line. That didn’t mean he had to enjoy it though. The amount of complaints from this and that wore his already thin patience down to the bone. No pun intended. 

Griffin managed to drag himself through half the day before he almost snapped. The thing about the fighting matches was that the victors were regulars, and they deserved to be after fighting for their lives. What got on his absolute nerves, though, was when a few of them thought that they were at the top of the goddamn sanctuary because of their victory. He’s reminded many of how wrong they were, but this one particular person had tested him one too many times. Griffin had let the man’s loose tongue slide once before on a separate occasion but today had already been that trying. The three strike policy was what he usually went by, but this man didn’t deserve another chance. 

Nothing was said to the other when he had, had enough. The only change that happened was the sharpened glint to his eyes. Then the man suddenly stopped talking. The first reaction he got was confusion but then it quickly melted into rage. Everyone here knew where this usually lead. There had been a sickening snap that bounced off of the walls in his office. Griffin hadn’t moved from his seat, his fingers still steepled on top of his desk as he just stared at the fighter. “Repeat that again.” His voice was chilled, an obvious dare to test the other man’s stupidity. He got a sneer back in response, and he had to give the man some credit. The man’s left forearm had been cracked in half, but that didn’t seem to deter the fighter from opening his mouth to speak again. 

“You father-” 

Well, that was extremely short lived. The second that word was out he used his magic to rip the lower jaw off of the man’s face. The skin and muscle that kept it attached was torn apart by force as the set was dropped onto the floor. Blood poured from the wound and the man’s agonized and gurgled scream echoed. Nothing came from Griffin though. No joy, no hatred, no nothing. He was quiet, simply numbed and calloused with this sort of thing. Griffin called the broken jaw into his hand as he got up and rounded his desk. There wasn’t any rush with his steps. The bone was morphed into a different shape, something to pass the time and make it seem like he was bored of this- which, he was to a certain extent. The man tried to lunge at him, but Griffin just took his legs. The femur, tibia and fibula in both legs were shattered to pieces instantly. His bloodied hand toyed with the sphere he had made out of the other’s jaw, and he thought for a brief moment. He wondered how late he would be back at home. He had told Henry that he’d make dinner tonight and it’d be a shame to be late. But then he was drawn back to the present when he heard pitiful sobbing.

The man was a mess on the floor, legs distorted and half of his face missing. It wouldn’t be long until the other passed, but he just tutted back in response. He didn’t take kindly to anyone that spoke about his father. All but one person of course, and he made sure to demonstrate it. Being bold was one thing but to be this stupid was another. He took hold of the other’s ribs, heard the man start to seize in what he could only guess was dreaded fear, and then fractured them slowly. None of the organs were touched, but the muscles and skin around it was disrupted, stretched and poked through from the sharp edges that stuck out. The noises from the man quieted then and he took pity for a second. It was long enough for him to suddenly sling the ball of bone in his hand right into the man’s skull. The density of the ball grew while the man’s skull became brittle. The head caved, releasing a splatter of blood across his face and front as the man stilled. 

A single sigh fell from his lips as he took out his pack of cigarettes. The end was lit and placed between his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, not bothered by the mess that laid in the center of his office for the time being. “Don’t look at the floor, darling. Just me,” he said calmly as he opened his eyes to look at the other’s presence. He knew that Henry had come, could feel it with his magic, and when his eyes made contact with his familiar he softened immediately. 

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familiar-henry:

Henry felt a sad smile form against his lips at the assertion from the groggy male, immediately followed by his hand being dragged to Griffin’s side without the other realizing it. He didn’t answer right away, squeezing the hand in his own as he awkwardly leaned over the witch to allow his free hand to push Griffin’s hair back from the washrag. His fingers continued to comb through the locks as his frown deepened. The witch had never asked him to skip work before so either this was incredibly serious or another, unknown side of Griffin was coming out due to the illness. 

“You know I’ll do anything to please you.” And Griffin did know it. “But I can’t stay home. I need to go to work.” He shushed the other again as he struggled to sit up again, moving his hand from the witch’s to cup his jaw instead and tilt it upwards. “Do you need me to stay?” 

Another complaint was ready to be said, but he quieted again when he was hushed. Technically, he didn’t need Henry to stay, or well, at least that was his pride talking. He really wasn’t sure if he could stand upright on his own right now. It was hard enough to roll onto his side as it was. “Yes,” he finally answered after a bit of thought. “Don’t think I’ll be able to do anythin’ other than sleep.” That was the truth. The only reason why he was awake and stayed awake in the first place was because of his familiar’s prompting. 

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Can't Help Falling in Love // Griffin & Henry

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familiar-henry:

Henry was secretly glad the witch never mentioned how quickly he often came. Often, when he had restrained his familiar instincts for too long, he would be able to come on the spot due to the other’s pleasure. The thought of being bonded, along with literally being able to feel Griffin’s satisfaction, briefly crossed his mind and his hips lifted off the couch without his consent, pushing his cock towards the other’s mouth. His thighs were trembling from the constant contact and restraint; Griffin clearly understood as, seconds later, he encouraged him to let go. His heartbeat quickened immediately as he looked down to the perfect picture of Griffin greedily swallowing around him. 

Come for me.

Oh. That was all the familiar needed before he was thrusting softly against the constriction of the other’s throat, a whine leaving him as soon as the other hollowed his cheeks. The defined cheekbones and bright blue eyes staring into his own caused him to fall over the edge, his hand tightening in Griffin’s hair. He murmured the witch’s name as the other swallowed his come, his hips stuttering on and off the couch to ride out his orgasm. When his thighs began to twitch with oversensitivity, Henry tugged one last time on Griffin’s locks before letting his spent cock fall to his hip. He sighed blissfully, still attempting to catch his breath, as the couch practically sucked up his lifeless body. 

He couldn’t have been more pleased and content than he was right now. His eyelids drooped down halfway as Henry spilled into his mouth. Every single drop was swallowed down and he loved the way his familiar shook underneath him. The hair pulling definitely felt nice but he was more focused on just how content Henry looked. Griffin pulled off and ran his hands soothingly over the other’s thighs. “Good boy,” he hummed, perfectly content with remaining here for a while so the both of them could catch their breath. Griffin bowed his head so he could plant lazy kisses along the inner thigh. “How about we move to the bed so we can move onto the previous plan, hm? I’d love to lick you open while you’re on all fours.” He said it all nonchalantly and didn’t let the new wave of arousal leak into his voice, or maybe he did but it was hardly there. It was definitely in his eyes though with the way he looked up at Henry, pupils still very much dilated.

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