The Only Thing That Keeps Me Alive

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ktsvne:

His hands brushed through his hair, tugging on the locks slightly, involuntarily, as if to reassure himself of how real this moment was. His features buried into his neck, torn between wanting to breathe in that familiar scent and keep his eyes locked on the familiarity of Samuel’s own. “It’s okay, it’s alright, you’re with me now, you’re safe…” Alistair cupped his face again and bowed their foreheads together, “You’re home… It’s been… months, six… Seven… I don’t know, too long.” 

He pulled on Sam’s hand when an arrow flew out of nowhere, moving the boy in time, but not himself. The arrow penetrated his side and Alistair flinched, growling loudly, electricity sparking from the tips of his fingers, glowing all around him. He’d done well so far, the distraction evidently hadn’t helped. “Come on, I need to get you to safety… We have a lot to talk about, but let me get you safe first, okay, come on.”

Months? He’d been gone for... months? More then half a year was just gone from his life. Sam had been really sick. Sicker than he’d ever heard of a person being but he didn’t realize he’d been gone so long. While he was happy to be back now he couldn’t help but wonder what had gone on in those seven months that he’d been out of it after dying. Or-well-not dying. He hated to think that Alistair thought he was dead for so long. What the hell had that Wizard been doing to him all this time? And why didn’t he just tell Alistair that he was alive instead of dumping him ehre? Sam ‘s fingers tightened on Ali’s shirt and he was about to speak when the arrow came.

He moved easily and watched with wide eyed horror as Alistair was hit. “Oh my god, Ali.” Sam jumped forwards and pushed his hands against Alistair’s side. He looked up at the Kitsune as he spoke. “Stop! You jsut got hit by an arrow! Alistair.” Samuel hissed. He ducked under one of Alistair’s arms and pulled him up on his good side. “Come on, you walk with me. Lean on me.” He insisted as they started out of the battle field. Yes, Sam did remember how to get back to Alistair’s villa from here. That was something that he would never forget. “There’s no point in safety if I get to it alone.” Sam hauled Alistair with him trying to take as much weight of the Kitsune as he could. 

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betrxg:

Kohl had no desire to save other pets. He was one of the few Elites that saw pets for what they truly were: beneath them. But when he couldn’t find Levi, he was driven half by a need to wring his neck and half by a need to get him out of whatever trouble he’d inevitably found himself in. 

Approaching the training grounds, four of his nine tails sprouted from his lower back, swishing angrily as he walked. The first few goblins he found were quickly dealt with, only lifting a finger in their direction. His electricity doing most of the work for him. When he spied a brunette being dangled by a goblin, he was convinced that he found his dimwitted pet. Of course, he’d managed to get himself bested. Kohl cleared the ground beneath him in leaps, a snarl ripping through his teeth as he propelled forward. He lunged at the goblin, a hand throwing bolts of electricity as his head and killing him on touch. He swiveled to see the pet and was disappointed to see someone who wasn’t Levi. 

“You need to run.” He growled, turning his back on the slave. “Fast.”

Everything was happening so fast that Sam was having a really hard time keeping up with it. He was scared. Unbelievably terrified of what he’d just woken up to and, on top of that, his body wasn’t really working at his best. It was like he’d think of something and five seconds later his body would react to that thought. So if he needed to run he was slow to start. Thats what this all felt like. Slow. Like moving through sand. 

He shoved himself up as the goblin dropped dead next to him. He looked at the Elite who had just saved him and got up from the ground. God he felt so useless. Normally, Sam was very quick thinking. Normally simple things like running or defending himself weren’t that big of a deal but right now, it was hard. His legs felt shaky but he nodded to the man. Taking one step back, he stopped. “What-Whats going on? What is this?” Sam asked as he looked at the Elite. After spending seven years with a kitsune, Sam knew one when he was looking at one and he knew he shouldn’t be asking questions but he needed to know. What the fuck was going on here?

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ktsvne:

For a second, Alistair thought it was a cruel trick of the mind. He stared at the other in disbelief until the other said his name. Then everything became so real. He hadn’t realised that his mind had somehow blocked out the chaos around them, focusing purely on the human until the moment his voice penetrated that silence, bringing everything to life once again. 

He let out a small sigh and collapsed into the embrace he was given, Ali breathed him in, burying his face in the other’s neck, almost afraid to let go of him. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I didn’t think it worked but – it worked, you’re fine. I can’t believe you’re here, I can’t believe you’re okay.” He held the boy’s face, staring into the warmth of his darkened hues, “I thought I’d lost you.”

The way that Alistair looked at him was damn near heart breaking. He looked like he was sure Sam wasn’t real. As if he’d seen him before. Sam didn’t blame him. They’d spent every waking moment together for seven years. There bond was a twisted mess of friendship and lovers. Being without Alistair was like being without a leg. He’d manage but not well. His heart kicked up in his chest as he felt Alistair hug him back. 

So he had done something to Samuel to try and keep him a live. It had worked too. That must have been the witch that he could remember chanting last time he was awake. He couldn’t remember much else about final moments but he knew he had something wrong with his lungs and htey must have just taken a very long time to heal. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how I got here.” He pulled back just enough to look Alistair. Make sure he was real. “What happened? How long was I out for?” Sam asked before realizing this was not the best play to catch up.

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deanhowls:

❛ DEAN HAD NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS. there was blood everywhere, and no matter where he looked or who he turned to, death was quick to follow. it was a miracle the half-wolf was still alive, though he was just barely managing to get by on strokes of luck. in one hand he had a shoddy shield that he had picked off a dead guard, his other hand holding what looked like a crudely-made spear that he had also looted off a goblin’s corpse. he didn’t know how to hold either of these weapons, but adrenaline made for one hell of a motivator when he was charging through a swarm of goblins. when he saw some guy get tossed by one of the bigger goblins and scramble around helplessly, dean jumped in without thinking. he plunged the spearhead into the goblin’s chest from behind, letting go of the lance when he felt the goblin’s weight tip it to the front. “the fuck are you doing! run!” he yelled at the other male, grabbing onto the other human’s sleeve to try and drag his weight with him.

When the spare head jumped through the Goblin’s chest, Sam shielded his face from the spray of blood and stumbled over yet another corps. What the hell was going on here? Did he actually just die and wake up in hell? this sure seemed like hell. It was a lot colder then Samuel imagined but they couldn’t get everything right he supposed. Looking around at the battle for a moment, Sam was pretty sure he was dead and that for some reason he’d ended up in the pit of forever suffering. The only thing that snapped his attention up was the boy grabbed his arm. Pulling him up to his feet and basically dragging him across the ground. He kicked his legs out and after struggling got his feet under him once more. Sam would have liked to explain himself. He normally wasn’t this out of it but his legs felt like they were only half working. Hissing he pushed himself up and followed after Dean. “Thank you.” Sam called to him. “I just- I don’t know were i am. Just woke up here.” He tried to explain as quickly as possible. “What the hell is going on here?”

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ktsvne:

Alistair had caught his scent, his main focus had been making sure Peter and Gideon were safe, but when he’d recognised that familiar smell, he had lost sight of his pet, of both of them. How did he keep losing them? Alistair found himself moving in the opposite direction to where Peter had disappeared to, but both his pets were under strict orders to return home the moment they found one another. His head continued to whip around and he noticed Gideon and Peter looking for him too. He hoped one of them would catch his eye, but it didn’t sway him any from the path he was on already. “Head home boys,” He spoke, hoping it was loud enough that the two might hear him before he turned his attention to that scent.

The kitsune didn’t expect to ever see him again, but there he was, stumbling towards him with a goblin quick on his heels. Alistair felt his breath leave his body and he stepped forward, driving his hand into the goblin’s chest and tearing the heart from it’s cavity. “Sammy?” He whispered in disbelief, brows knitting into one another, confusion concealing his features, “What is – Sam…”

Watching someone slip past him and then take the Goblin down, Sam turned to look. His eyes widening just as much as Alistairs did when they finally turned to each other. It felt like a life time since the last time he lay eyes on Alistair. He got a flash then, of looking up at Alistair, wheezing for breath, begging him to just let it end. He’d been in so much pain and Alistair had been there through it all. After seven years, Alistair hadn’t given up on him and Samuel couldn’t believe he was looking at the Kitsune once more. This seemed like a dream come true. Maybe he really was dead? Maybe Alistair was too? Whatever, did it really matter what plan they found themselves in now? No. They’d found one another. 

“Alistair.” Samuel breathed his name right back. He looked a little frayed around the edges but otherwise good. Healthy at the very least. “I don’t know.” He stepped forwards and, forgetting about the battle, wrapped his arms around the others shoulders. “I don’t know. I just woke up here. I have no idea how.” Sam admitted as his fingers ripped the back o Alistair’s shirt tightly. They been through so much together. The good and the bad. They’d always tackled it together and Sam’s heart could barely take being close to Alistair again. He’d missed him. Where ever he had been, whatever had been done to him, Sam had missed Alistair so much.

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The last thing that Samuel could remember before waking up was dying. He had been dying. Drawing in his last few gasps of breath as his only working lung started to collapse in on itself. He felt his chest burn and pain break out in his head his brain needed air he was no longer able to pull into his body. He’d been hold someones hand and Witch. There was a Witch. Chanting and trying to help him... Help him die? Help him live? Samuel didn’t know. He didn’t know a lot. 

He sat up and there was this loud, horrible buzzing in his ears. Looking around, he noted that he was in a tent. Dressed in clothing he hadn’t been wearing before. Back when he was dying. What the hell was going on? He pushed a hand into his hair as a shrill scream ripped through his brain. He flinched and scrambled on to his feet, running out of the tent. He took off like a bat out of hell. He could hear more screaming, smell blood, and fire and- His foot caught something and he was sent spinning, head over heel, before hitting the ground in a hard stop. 

Pushing himself up, Sam looked around. What the hell had he just woken up to? Goblins? He looked around and watched one of them grab a what looked like a dragon-born and just rip it in half. Where the hell was he? Sam swallowed and backed up trying to get his feet under him but it didn’t happen. Not before one of his legs was grabbed and he was hauled into the air upside down by a Goblin. “Holy fuck...” Sam breathed as the creature looked him over. Without thinking about it, Sam shoved his hand into the Goblins eye and the creature roared tossing Sam down. This time he did get his feet under him. But the Goblin had feet too and he was right behind Sam. 

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petjakey:

It only made him scowl to hear that the offer was for him. “So he didn’t tell you how I feel about wolves? Because I can’t think of anything worse than spending time with one of you.” He didn’t care about promises from a wolf- he didn’t trust him as far as he could throw him. The witch had seemed to think Jake was afraid and while there might have been a part of him that was, mostly he was angry and still grieving.

“Nope. Nathaniel didn’t tell me anything about you.” Crow shook his head a bit before pushing himself up off the bars. He bowed his head a bit as Jake went on and scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, okay, no need to get hostile.” Crow took a big set back from the bars and dropped his hands down at his sides. “I’ll go then. I don’t want to bother you anymore than I already have. Just thought it might be interesting to meet someone Nathan seems interested in.” He shrugged and started to move to go. 

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witchmasternathaniel:

Crow’s impatience pulled a breath of laughter from him as he allowed himself to be manhandled into the chair.  It was wide and plush, good enough for their current purposes.  And blessing of blessings, Crow was shirtless now, and Nathaniel could run his hands over his warm skin, feel the solid muscle underneath.  He never stopped touching him as the kissed, Nathaniel leaning up Crow’s mouth, hungry for contact.

Nathaniel pushed his hips into Crow’s, knowing that the pressure would drive Crow mad.  He pulled his hands away long enough to tug his shirt over his head and dropped it carelessly to the floor, which was in itself a sign that Nate was nearly out of his mind with need.  He was never careless with anything.  He leaned up for another kiss and slid a hand into Crow’s long, thick hair.  “However you want it,” he whispered, breathless, between kisses.  “I just want you, I don’t care how.”

After not having Nathan for so long and now having a taste of him, Crow was feeling a bit mad. There was nothing like fucking Nathaniel. He made sex or any other sexual contact feel like it wasn’t actually sex. It felt like some other act completely. They were bonded so tightly that was sort of to be expected. They’d been together so long, too, that it was hard to compare how well they knew each others bodies. The roll of Nathaniel’s hips had a low, happy, growl coming from the back of Crow’s throat. One that cut off when Nathan pulled away to take off his shirt. 

Running his hands up his chest, Crow’s hands slide over his collar bones and up his face. “Right here. I can’t wait.” He mumbled before kissing Nathaniel again slowly. He took a second on his lips before kissing his throat, his collar bones. Crow slipped down between Nathaniel’s legs as he kissed over his chest, hands moving to open the witch’s pants, pull them down off his hips as his lips worshiped the body he’d missed almost as much as he’d missed Nathan’s mind. Almost. His blue eyes flicked up to meet with Nathan’s eyes. “Just going to say sorry for being gone so long first.” He mumbled as he helped discard Nathan’s pants, hands sliding up the others thighs, fingers curling around his cock to lick. His tongue sliding across the others shaft.

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petjakey:

So this was the wolf he’d smelled in Nathaniel’s home. “No, I really don’t. Not with you, anyway wolf. So you might as well go pitch it to him.” He nodded in the direction of the other cell. Jake stretched out a little on his cot, pointedly making himself comfortable while watching with hesitancy. He was still trying not to get in fights anymore but he couldn’t promise anything.

“Okay, so I lied. I can’t pitch it to that other guy because this offer is actually just for you, Jake.” Crow explained as his hands wrapped around the bars of Jake’s cell. He’d smelt the guys scent all over his house last time he came home. Not that he cared really. Well, he did care. But only in the sense that he wanted to know the people that Nathaniel liked and cared about. “M’Crow. I live with Nathaniel. I just thought you and I might be able to spend some time together. If you’re uncomfortable with one on one stuff I can always keep things very public. Go out to eat, keep in the busy streets. No funny business at all. I don’t roll that way with men who don’t want me anyways.” Crow crossed his fingers over his heart. “Or I can leave too. It’s completely up to you.”

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witchmasternathaniel:

Nathaniel’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as Crow’s hands moved over him, sliding into his hair, and their lips pressed together.  A piece of the constant, background tension that was always there in the way Nate carried himself melted away, and he shuddered, letting out a slightly shaky breath.  Nathaniel did not like being touched by most people, almost anyone.  He couldn’t be vulnerable, not with anyone but Crow.  It wasn’t something he usually missed, when Crow was away, but now that he could feel the warmth of his familiar against him again, Nathaniel was shaking with need.  “You were gone too long,” he breathed as his hands slid under Crow’s shirt, searching for skin.  His breath stuttered as he pulled back just a few inches.  “Upstairs?”

As much as Crow had slept with others on the road, he was allowed to, no one came close to Nathaniel. This was his familiar, his other half. No one knew him better or made him feel half as good as Nathan did. He wasn’t necessarily touch starved like Nathaniel was but felt like he had been starved of something for a very long time. He was Nathan starved. And like a dryed out sponge being tossed into a bucket of water, Crow was swallowing up every bit of contact he now got from Nathan.  Shaking his head with Nathaniel pulled away, Crow was already scrambling to get off his jacket and pull his shirt off over his head. He tossed it aside. “Can’t wait to go up stairs.” He shook his head and grabbed the front of Nathan’s shirt. Leading him into the living room, Crow pushed Nathan into the nearest chair and crawled on to his lap easily. Sitting down, hips flush with hips, Crow kissed him again, and then again. “Need you now, Nathan. Gods, I needed you months ago.” Crow admitted as his hands held Nathaniel’s face between them. Fuck he missed this man so much.

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“Listen-” Crow started as he stood outside the guys cell. “Or don’t it doesn’t really matter to me. I can always go pitch this to that guy.” He pointed over his shoulder at the cell behind him before refocusing on what he was saying. “Its a fucking beautiful day out there. Pretty as a peach. I am board. My other half is in a meeting this morning and I just want someone to walk around with me.” He explained to the pet. “I brought a wrap you can tie around your waist and I’ll provide you with not only lunch but, if you want, a nice place to sleep tonight, a shower and dinner.” Crow explained as he pulled out said wrap and wiggled it around in front the bars. It was a dark blue and made of soft silks. “Come on, I know you wanna get out walk around in the sun a bit. It might as well be with me.”

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witchmasternathaniel:

“Better your mother than mine,” Nathaniel said with a dark laugh.  He liked Crow’s mother, he genuinely did.  His own mother he sometimes had trouble with.  She had never really understood his relationship with Crow, and often pushed him to marry a witch, when he had no interest in any of the people she shoved towards him.  

Any unpleasant thoughts were immediately pushed away by Crows hands on him.  Nate wrapped his arms around the werewolf and held him crushingly close.  He took a deep breath, resting in the settled, home-like feeling of having his familiar close again.  “I don’t know,” he said softly.  “I shouldn’t be possible.  I don’t care for it.”

Honestly, none of Crows pack were really big fans of anyone in Nathaniel’s family other than Nathaniel. They got on well enough. Mostly because both families had too. They managed pleasantries but it always warmed Crow’s heart that his pack did love Nathan a great deal. His mother often writing them both when Crow was in it city. He took a great comfort in that. Knowing that Nathan was welcome among his people was a great deal for him. His family was everything. His pack was everything.

“Agreed.” Crow breathed as he looked up at Nathaniel. Fuck, he’d missed this face too much. No one had a face this good. Not too Crow. When traveling he often found himself looking for Nathan where ever he went. When that started he knew it was time to go home. Leaning up, Crow pressed his lips against the witches and breathed in sharply. It felt like the first breath he’d taken in two years. His one hand stayed curled around the front of Nate’s shirt and the other slid into his hair, tugging it lightly. They were alone and that meant Crow could do what he’d wanted to do since they laid eyes on each other. 

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witchmasternathaniel:

Nathaniel rolled his eyes.  “Everything is a euphemism to you,” he groused.  “But I take your point.  I’ll quit whining.  As long as you stay.  For a long time.  At least a year.  Three, preferably.  Or a decade, that would make me feel better.”

He smiled as Crow promised to wear him out.  “I should’t doubt you, should I?  You’ll take it as a challenge.”  As they got to the door, he touched a rune to disarm the wards and open the lock.  “I’ll have to retune the house to your energy, so you can unlock it yourself.  Tomorrow.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Crow nodded, smiled. “Yes, it is.” He agreed before standing back just a bit, stretching his free arm above his head before looking back to Nathan. “My mother and the pack have settled not to far away from here this time. A two day trip at the most. Which is nice for us because I can visit them easily and only be gone a week.” He explained. “Mother says hello, by the way. She misses you.” He added with squeeze of Nathan’s hand. His pack and mother adored Nathan. They thought he was amazing. His family, not so much, but Nathanial might as well have been his mothers other son. He often referred to him as Crow’s Mate which was like saying husband. Close enough really. 

Nodding his head, Crow’s smile only grew brighter. “You know me so well love.” He cooed before stepping inside the house after Nathan. The moment he kicked the door closed behind him, Crow grabbed the taller into his arms. His fingers gripped the back of his shirt and curled into the fabric. He pushed his face into Nathan’s shoulder and only pulled back just enough to look at him. “How is it possible to miss someone so much?” He mumbled looking up at Nathan.

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HE TOOK THE GLASS OF WATER WITH A NOD of thanks, grateful to have something that wasn’t alcohol in his system. he swallowed it down and swayed a bit as he was taken up to stand. “a plant filled room,” he repeated with a tipsy chuckle. “i can sleep outside, too, on the grass. i’d actually like that.” it would remind him of home, where he could see the stars overhead and feel the grass against his cheek. he steadied himself and used crow as a support as he was led out of that packed area of festival-goers. “no, i’m fine,” he said, stopping for a brief moment to turn to the elite. “what about you? the whole… curse thing, you didn’t get your drop of blood to dispel it, did you?” he asked worriedly. 

Humming, Crow patted Quinn on the back lightly. He was happy that the halfling took the water without putting up a fuss. Some guys when they got drunk just wouldn’t deal with it. “You know on any other night I’d probably let you sleep out back but half the city is waisted and I know the house is safe.” Crow explained as they started to walk. “So next time the lawn is yours, promise.” Crow offered with a smile. “But if you want to snuggle one of the plants by all means.” He laughed lightly and then stopped when Quinn stopped. The worry in his voice was nothing short of adorable. He shrugged his shoulders a bit trying to play like he didn’t care. He did. A lot. Crow did not want to be cursed. “No, I didn’t.” He confessed honestly. Pushing some of his hair back, Crow looked over Quinns shoulder at the festival and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I live with a witch. If anyone can dispel a curse, he can.” He promised and started to pull Quinn along. Getting the guy home safe and sound was a lot more important at the moment.

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I can’t stop watching this!

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toquinn:

QUINN IMMEDIATELY REGRETTED DRINKING so carelessly, especially since he hadn’t eaten much that entire day. sitting on the stool helped, though, and quinn let out an embarrassed chuckle as the elite steadied him. “that’s… really nice of you,” he smiled. it all sounded nice, but quinn also knew not to trust elites so easily, as they always had ulterior motives. the other male had shown him nothing but genuine kindness, so quinn was torn whether or not to accept his hospitality, as if it mattered what he wanted. it was nice to be offered a choice either way. “you know what? a good meal sounds nice,” he sighed out. “do you have a window that overlooks a garden, or something? i miss seeing green.” he didn’t want to be back in his grey cell, staring at nothing but its walls and inhaling moldy air. 

Breathing out, Crow nodded as he spoke. Clearly he was trying to think which was no doubt hard with his mind basically pickling in alcohol at the moment. As he thought, the only thing Crow did was move the glass of water towards the halfling and when he agreed, Crow was doubly happy that he did. Thankfully the guy was going home with him and not someone else. “Yeah, and I promise nothing will happen to you.” He assured Quinn. “Drink up and then we can start heading there.” Crow pushed the water a little closer to him. He knew that water didn’t actually sober a person up. TIme did that. But Quinn would fell a lot better tomorrow if he drank a lot of water tonight. “Yeah, I think so? Its been a while since I’ve been home. Every room as a lot of plant life in it. I drag it in with me. I’ll give you a plant filled room.” He promised. “See if we can get you one with a view.” Crow chuckled as he slipped out his chair and helped Quinn up. HIs arm sliding around Quinns shoulders to hold him up right. “You okay? I can carry you?” Crow offered. 

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