James Crawley

Dhampir Master/Villager | Police Officer for krovscastlerpg only

[j-crawley]

halloween

springheeledhugo​:

“Really?” Hugo replied with surprise as they both settled into the booth. He spent a lot of time with people in the village but somehow he had managed to miss that one. “Huh, maybe I’ve actually been paying attention at work for a change.” He muttered, thinking aloud.

“Oh, all of the usual things worthy of a disapproving James look.” The shifter answered with a playful grin. In actuality, the things Hugo got up to were all in good jest. “A guy I’ve been taking to recently got claimed, so… that’s good, I guess.” He added with a shrug, taking a drink from a mixed tray that was brought over to them.

“Ah...” James nodded with a small smile at Hugo’s jest. It still baffled him that this was the reality of life in this place. That they could just talk about slaves and slavery like it was normal when it really should be anything but. “Do you know who claimed him? Do they... treat him well?”

[aureliushathor-deactivated20230]

While Christmas was not something Aurelius was known to celebrate, the Councilman didn’t see why he should keep himself away from the opulent festivities. He was conversing with another Council member about the irritating premonition that had woken him from his sleep, when leaving the ballroom a snowball flew directly into the back of his head. Aurelius turned, brushing off his finery and feeling the remnants of ice tingling against the back of his neck as he neared the culprit.

“Would that be from your throwing arm?” Aurelius asked, the snow disappearing from the two fingertips he had pinched a piece of snow between. “I do hope that was not intended for me.” The irritation was hidden with a well practised, charming smile.

@beni-flores

@j-crawley

[j-crawley]

James had been throwing snowballs around at random to participate in the activity when one of them came in contact with someone’s head. Someone who was clearly not participating.

“That was me, I’m afraid,” he smiled at the man who spoke to him. He looked familiar enough because James had seen his face in the portrait in the castle -- the one with all the Councilmen -- and the dhampir knew exactly who this man was even if they had never met before. “My apologies, Councilman Hathor. Perhaps you’d like to join me?” he asked with a smile of his own.

[j-crawley]

transactions

wrenevenfall​:

“How old are you?” Wren asked curiously then. The Faerie would admit to struggling fo accept that vampires could still hold onto their human counterparts. So often they were entirely different creatures once turned, and ones that had destroyed everything Wren had once known.

“Well… some people like to imprint a thought or a memory that’s stimulated when whatever the subject their trying to forget arises. A happy memory, or a negative that acts as a reminder of what they’re trying to avoid.” Wren explained with a lift and fall of his shoulders, “Though I’ve found with the latter it’s not always the best option for long term.” He paused, “But it doesn’t have to be that… I could just create some blank space, if you like. A sense of calm that comes with the scent of blood.”

“A hundred and forty-six,” James answered easily. He knew that he was younger than most of the vampires in Krovs and probably even most of the other supernatural creatures who lived here. “Why do you ask?” he asked in return.

“Ah... You are the expert here,” the dhampir replied with a small smile like he understood, but he was still far from comprehending the intricacies of such magic. “I’m happy to go with whatever works best. Have you ever done something like this for a vampire before?” he asked, the fact that it might be dangerous that he was putting his mind into someone else’s hands not at all occurring to him.

[j-crawley]

halloween

wrenevenfall​:

Wren gave a slightly smug smile as James’ arm was encased in ice. The Fae waited very impatiently for his own spell to wear off, which eventually did and his feet were free from the spot, but somehow James still managed to cast another spell and Wren found himself bursting into a fit of giggles against his will. “Ow, stop. My stomach hurts.” Wren said breathily in between laughter, but managed to contain himself long enough to point his wand at James.

“Lapifors!” He shouted, watching as the tall man suddenly transformed into a small white rabbit and his wand fell to the floor. Wren looked around, plucking the hat from a passerby— who shouted a disgruntled ‘hey!’ at him— and collected the bunny to put in inside of the top hat. “I win. Do I win?” He looked around with a grin.

“That was the point,” James laughed, but the laugh was soon wiped off his face when he was hit with another spell. His surroundings suddenly became so much bigger as his body shrank in on itself and the dhampir was turned into a rabbit. He could scarcely react before he was being picked up by Wren and dropped into a hat as his wand rolled off the side of the stage. 

The referee nodded and sounded the bell, giving the victory to Wren and all James the rabbit could do was poke his head out of the hat as he tried to get out. This was all too weird!

[j-crawley]

James’ Christmas Party 2021 Look

[j-crawley]

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wrenevenfall​:

“Do you enjoy it?” Wren asked curiously. It seemed to him that perhaps the village served as a halfway. It wasn’t entirely away from other vampires but it was close enough to allow interaction, but what did Wren know?

Wren usually would have been smug to see the vampire suffer with his scent so much, but right now he just felt pity for him. “Well… that, and you’ve been thinking about it for a while.” Wren said, tapping his temple slightly and waited for James to settle in front of him. “Don’t worry, I won’t listen in anymore unless you want me to.”

“I could create that.” Wren nodded, “You’ll need to tell me a few things… or at least let me have a look for myself.”

“Yeah. I’ve been a police officer for most of my life. Even back when I was still human,” the dhampir answered with a smile. Protecting others was a big driving force in James’ life and something he did not wish to lose just because he was a vampire as well. 

“Ah, right.” He had momentarily forgetten that the man in front of him had telepathic powers. It was a good thing there was little James had to hide from him in that moment. “What do you need to know?” James asked as he finally moved away from the window to approach Wren. Why did faeries have to smell so good?

[sanson-laurent]

@j-crawley​

With the holidays coming up, Sanson found himself moving through the village. At the moment there were two, perhaps three, people he wanted to buy gifts for. To that end, he needed to get moving before everything good was taken away by others looking to impress people. Was he trying to impress anyone? He wasn’t sure. Maybe just one. The others were 1. less concerning and 2. more because he was certain the idea of him giving the latter a present would make for interesting reactions.

As he made his way along the shops, he realized he was a bit lost. It wasn’t often he left the castle so now he had to pause. Walking over to the first person he saw, he greeted them. “Pardon,” he began, “would you happen to know where I might find a shop selling vases?”

[j-crawley]

James’ eyebrows rose when he found himself being spoken to and he turned to look at the man who addressed him. He did not look familiar which could only mean that he had come from the castle and the lack of a collar meant that the man was a master too.

“Vases?” That was very specific. “There’s a lifestyle shop on Omyakon Street. Should I show you the way?” he smiled because the other man looked utterly lost. “You don’t look like you come here often.”

[j-crawley]

kresnikxkaden​:

Kaden wasn’t far behind James, spilling his seed and fucking it deep into James’ ass. His vision blinded with stars and heat flooded his body and senses, the kresnik hardly feeling the pinprick of fangs piercing his skin thanks to the high of ecstasy. His thrusts continued throughout both their orgasms, only slowing to a stop once Kaden found the ability to control himself and his actions once more. He stayed hunched over James, chest heaving with labored breaths and drops of blood running down his neck that didn’t make it into the dhampir’s mouth. He wasn’t bothered by any of it in the least, James not being his first creature of the night to bed. “Fuck…” he breathed out, offering the other man a lopsided smirk. “Feel better?” 

James’ eyes had fluttered closed by the time the pleasurable sensations gradually left him and his body stopped shuddering. 

“Much...” The taste of the kresnik stilled filled his mouth and he could not help licking his lips to chase the errant drops that escaped him. James’ brain was still clearing itself from the haze of lust and hunger that had fallen over him as he slowly blinked his eyes open, irises still a deep crimson as he looked up at Kaden. The man really did look like perfection personified as sweat dripped off him in his post-coital glow and he smelled wonderful too. 

It took a few moments more of James staring up at Kaden for him to finally remember and realise what they -- what he had just done. 

“Oh, shit!” the dhampir cursed and he shoved Kaden off him on reflex. “I’m so sorry!”

[j-crawley]

crash | raiden & james

raidenproulx​:

“You don’t know the kind of breed I am dhampir.” Raiden growled as he closed the distance. Sure vampire blood was toxic to vampires, but he wasn’t a hybrid like the others in the castle. He wasn’t bred, but made and Lucien was well ahead of his time in his abilities. Raiden, when he switched forms, gained the strengths and weaknesses of only that form. Meaning as a dragon, wolf, or demon he sure as hell could eat on James with no issues in the least. It was why as he strode to the other subtle changes started as he was moving to his dragon form which had absolutely no issue with vampire blood. “Need to stop thinkin you can tell me what the fuck to do.” His voice dropping dangerously low

This was the first time James had encountered Raiden since their last encounter months ago and he distinctly remembered what the man said just before they parted. Raiden was not angry in any way back then and he was already intimidating. This time, it was completely different and James was surprised that he was not more afraid. It was more the fear of letting Raiden go on a rampage that had the dhampir standing his ground. 

“Are you not a vampire?” he asked as he watched the man shift into something that was distinctly not vampire.

[j-crawley]

arresting | shade & james

shadedempsey​:

“Well I’m guessing you got some shit in evidence worth some cash, probably some drugs in there too. Think you need to find a way for shit to go missing. You scratch my back I don’t ruin your reputation. Sounds good right darlin?” He smirked. Way too confident and cocky.

“What?!” James could not help the frustrated exclamation. He groaned internally as he kicked himself a few times over for this dreadful week and his lack of self-control. “Are you insane? I’m not getting you any drugs. That stuff is not good for you!” The dhampir’s response was automatic.

[j-crawley]

romankoslov​:

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   The man let out a laugh, “Something about an angel warrior– apparently people think it’s funny.” By people, he mostly meant Kris, though he had to admit that he found it funny himself. It was ironic in it’s own twisted way. Though he could do without the jockstrap that the man had forced him to wear.

   He followed after the man and then let out a laugh when James faltered slightly. “Oh come now– where is your sense of fun?” He shook his head before thinking it through, “Tell me… Do you want to be the diner?”

“It’s not that I don’t have one...” James shot Roman a glare that only ended in a grimace, especially after the man’s suggestion. 

“But you know my problem. With my hunger... I don’t think me being a Diner is a good idea.” He was still finding it terribly frustrating drinking animal blood that was occasionally supplemented with blood he managed to procure from donors. “P-Perhaps this is not the best idea... We could just go and get a drink instead?”

[j-crawley]

merekhopper​:

“There would be a lot of fun in that, actually.  Perhaps I’m biased, though.”  Merek smiled, very much enjoying the easy flirting that he had going with James.  At least the other man seemed much more at ease with him these days.  His smile widened and he leaned in, eyebrows raised.  “Well, if you want to strip down, darling, you won’t hear any protests from me.”

“Of course you would be,” James laughed, amused by the image of himself in nothing but a cape that flashed through his mind. “I’m afraid it’s still a bit early in the night for that, isn’t it?” he was still chuckling behind a raised hand. Not that it mattered to many of the party-goers around them who were in all manner of undress. Even Merek himself. 

[j-crawley]

faces

raidenproulx​:

Raiden rubbed his wrists unconsciously as the cuffs were removed eyeing the dhampir as he spoke. Gained a point for not running, but Raiden was the type of alpha that wanted everyone to fear him, not look up or aspire to be like him, those that did he ate and killed much as he did with his own offspring. He didn’t like challengers to his power and he was power hungry above all else. With his powers back he flexed before moving closer to the cop gripping his chin and forcing those eyes to hold his own. “Only thing you need to know is when to bend over for me. You understand me dhampir?” Raiden questioned and there was only one acceptable answer to that. 

James could not help the slight raise of an eyebrow at Raiden’s words as he vaguely wondered what he had gotten himself into with this man. There was a strong urge in him to scoff, but instinct was telling him not to. Raiden was an ancient vampire and in comparison to James being a young dhampir, the imbalance in power was striking. 

“And how often would such occasions come along?” he asked instead, lips quirking into a somewhat cocky smirk.

[j-crawley]

let’s not talk about it

officermorozov​:

“Less you have something else.” Ransom said. He knew he was hard to get close to and it was intentional. Ransom wasn’t one with many friends. His ex wife still the person he was closest to. He had a few on the force he was tight with, but that was about it. It was hard to get close when he’d been lying to most his whole life. Always trying to be human. Even in New York because human’s were definitely the dominate species there and it was easier to pretend than to deal with what he was. 

“That’s all I’ve got,” James answered with a quick nod, figuring that this was it and their little dalliance over heat week was now well and truly dealt with. It was still weird knowing that he had fucked his boss and thoroughly enjoyed the experience and if they were going to leave it as is then so be it. “I’ll let you get back to those reports that aren’t going to write themselves, sir,” he grinned and turned to head out of Ransom’s office.

[j-crawley]

halloween | ransom & james

officermorozov​:

Ransom took a look at his subordinate trying not to sigh at his costume. Still it was fine for him to work and let James enjoy Halloween. It wasn’t a time Ransom cared for. Sure his birthday was the day before, but it wasn’t something he cared to celebrate all things considered. Usually he worked a double on his birthday. Devil’s night seeming to always stir up a bunch of shit and it wasn’t like he had anyone to celebrate with at Krovs. Ransom good at keeping everyone at arms length. 

“Crawley.” Ransom said nodding to the other. “Nice costume.” He offered at the Sherlock idea James had went with. “Nothing I can’t handle. Same as any other event. Few dust ups.” He said. Ransom seeing to work every holiday and event at Krovs, which was by choice. He didn’t care to mingle or celebrate with anyone in the castle not wanting to be there as it was. “You enjoying yourself?”

“Thank you,” the dhampir grinned. James knew that it was a terribly obvious costume for one of the village’s police officers to sport, but he could not help it if Holmes was his favourite.

“If there’s one thing that can be said for Krovs, it’s that they throw good parties...” he chuckled and looked Ransom over. “Do you want to grab a drink? I think everyone can handle themselves while you take a short break.”

[j-crawley]

apologies | merek & james

merekhopper​:

“Part of me wonders if I’ll even finish it tonight, but I am determined.”  Besides, Merek was fairly sure Matthew wouldn’t let him stop until he did clean the whole damn thing twice.  Probably best that he find out what he’d done to upset his boss, but right now the psionic was more focused on the cakes.  He grabbed one of the boxes and opened it, picking up a fork quickly and taking a bite, a low moan of appreciation escaping the psionic.

“Mm, thank you.  Though I’m afraid I mostly just helped, most everything was Matthew’s.”  Merek paused, realizing he’d been rude about something and paused, considering James.  “Would you like some blood wine?  It seems rude to be eating when you have nothing.”

“I have faith in you,” James chuckled and leaned back in his chair as Merek dug in. The dhampir enjoyed providing and doing things for others, even if it was something like buying someone cake. Seeing the delight on others faces tended to put a smile on his own. 

“Blood?” James’ eyes widened as he quickly shook his head. There was no denying the mixed scents of blood in the air all around him and he instinctively reached into his coat pocket to draw out the flask he always carried with him. “No... No, thank you. I have this.” He showed Merek the flask as he twisted it open to take a drink of the feline blood within and did his best not to make a face. It still tasted foul in comparison to all the different types of he tasted months before.

[j-crawley]

walk in the park

drluciengaudet​:

Lucien’s annoyance with the other drown by the pleasure at being filled. He may be a lesser creature, but not all of him was lesser. The councilman’s fangs were out, eyes shifting to those of a traditional vampire at the wild surge of emotion in him calling to the primitive creature inside. His hands moved to the officer’s shoulders and his nails dug in there barely able to hold on when the other entered him taking in that change in size for not even a second before the other was doing just as he asked. 

Never would he ever in his life have sex in such a public area if he’d not been affect so heavily by the heat. Lucien very private with all he associated with, or he tried to be, but he’d not had the ability to wait. He bit his own lip desperate to keep quiet as the other kept at him and he felt lips move on his skin just before the other angled himself just right. “Ne t'arrête pas!” Lucien couldn’t keep quiet at all crying out in desperation as he was pushed farther and farther until he was erupting between them his ass tightening on the cock inside of him wanting all it had to give as if would replenish all the other was forcing out of him.

James was enjoying the myriad of sounds he was drawing from Lucien’s lips. It felt so good to let himself go like this, especially when his partner for the moment was a vampire who was more than capable of taking him at full strength, something James tended to try to hold himself back from despite being the weakest of the vampire subspecies. His decades of living amongst humans made him so. 

Those sweet desperate words being cried out next to his ear only served to spur James on and he fucked into Lucien’s body without much care. It was when the Councilman’s body tensed and shuddered around his cock that James cried out, his hips pistoning a few more times as his own pleasure overtook him. He crushed Lucien’s body against the wall as he came, his own body stilling as he spilled himself with a pleased moan.