the weight of the world

newt ♖ 20 ♖ roleplayer

[princess-cecily]

Healing Touch

[princess-cecily]

Cecily had no patience for his protesting, and scoffed. “She’ll live.” Setting her feet, Cecily found her balance and relayed her orders. “You’ll be coming inside with me immediately. The rest of you may continue your business, but I hope you might refrain from knocking each other unconscious, please?” She spared them barely a glance before turning away and guiding Milo into the palace.

“You’re lucky I come from a family of healers, or you’d have a hell of a time explaining to my mother why a royal guard let himself get too injured to even walk on his own – especially when he wasn’t protecting me from something.” She did her best to use her princess voice – authoritative and unforgiving, a voice not to be argued with. But it was more difficult in an informal setting, towards Milo no less. Even still, Cecily would make her disapproval clear, no matter how much concern and worry peppered her tone.

[newt-rps]

An embarrassed flush bloomed across Milo’s already bruised cheeks, and he ducked his head as they passed the other knights.  The barely restrained jeers and sneers cut him to the bone - he knew what they were thinking.  What they’d be telling him to his face the next time he was alone with them.  That he was such a poor knight-in-training that he needed the princess - a girl - to step in and protect him, when in reality he was supposed to be protecting her instead.

“Surely she’d understand,” he mumbled, still trying to pull away a little.  Cecily’s dress was beautiful, and he truly didn’t want to mar it with his blood.  After all, he knew how hard it was to get blood out of the richer fabrics.  “I’m fine, Princess, I don’t- you didn’t have to come get me-”

[superhero-somewhere]

01: Doctor, Doctor

[superhero-somewhere]

“Or one beak too few,” Griff countered, smiling as he shook Andrew’s hand. He had a soft grip, not really trying to make an impression of professionalism or competence, and didn’t put effort into the hand shake. He could have easily injured Andrew with his grip alone, but that was one of the last things on his mind, if it was there at all. “Good to meet you Andrew. Do you have a nickname you prefer? I like Griff myself – makes me think of something you’d name a dog.” Griff chuckled at his own joke. It wasn’t even funny, and most people thought it was dumb or odd, but he didn’t mind in the least.

The doctor’s voice took his attention away from Andrew, but Griff immediately picked up on his discomfort nonetheless. He had to get the man out of here as soon as possible, and though he really didn’t want to go against protocol, Griff knew it would be easier on Andrew if he did. And though he knew the job was sometimes more important than the comfort of the patient, Griff also had a very hard time doing less than everything he could to increase other people’s comfort levels.

“Not yet, no,” he answered truthfully. “But if you don’t mind just giving me a quick summary, I can take a look over the paperwork after that and go from there. You’ve probably got more important places to be, right?” He spoke politely, genuinely, and with a smile. Griff was no expert on manipulation or getting people to do what he wanted, but he definitely knew how to imply exactly what he wanted in a way that would be impossible to mistake as rude.

[newt-rps]

Something about this doctor, veterinarian or not, was putting Andrew at ease.  The man was much more laid back than his other doctors, didn’t see him in the same light as them.  To them, Andrew was nothing more than a research project, a freak of nature, something to be poked and prodded and studied until they’d gleaned every last bit of information they could.  But this man didn’t have the same feeling about him as his normal team of doctors did.  

The other doctor cleared his throat like "Ah, y- yes, of course.  As you can see, the patient has sprouted wings, and our scans show that he also has an increased amount of muscle and blood flow to support them in such a way that we believe they are functional, rather than decorative.  In order to support these new structures, his heart rate has increased, as well as his respiratory rate.  As such, a pacemaker has been implemented to attempt to prevent his heart from becoming overworked.”

With that, the doctor shut his mouth, and handed the clipboard to Griff, promptly spinning on his heel and leaving.  Andrew waited until the door closed behind him to let his wings spread open again, watching Griff with a nervous look.   What did they call a vet in for?  As far as he knew, he was still human, just... with some extra parts attached.  “What do they want you here for?” he asked softly, looking up at Griff with a small frown.

[princess-cecily]

Healing Touch

Cecily had been groomed all morning. Done up and beautiful, she called for Milo, ready to go out. But he did not come. Against her will, Cecily felt a bit of irritation rise. What was he doing that was so important? Didn’t he know there was a prince about? A potential suitor. A potential husband. There was nothing else so–

She froze. Cecily looked down at the arena where soldiers trained. Milo stood in the center, barely on his feet, standing up against a man who looked like he could uproot a tree with two fingers. And, much to no surprise, he was losing.

“Call off the fight,” she instructed. The man nearest her nodded and moved down to the arena, followed closely by the princess herself. Warriors and soldiers knelt before her, but she had eyes for only one man. She always did, when it came to Milo. He was her idiot brother, for all the family she had, and she was not happy seeing him barely standing, bruised and battered.

While the man argued with the brawlers, Cecily pushed herself up against Milo, offering him support. “The Crown Princess Cecily, Future Queen of Mytha, orders that all sparring be cancelled today,” she called out. People protested, but there was no countering the princess.

“Milo,” she said, as irritated as she was worried, “Are you all right?”

[newt-rps]

Milo woke with the other knights-to-be, stretching and pulling on his less-than-nice tunic and leggings.  While he was the princess’ bodyguard, he still had to train with the other men of his rank.  He was still expected to train and improve, even though he spent almost all his time with the princess, at her beck and call. 

But now, now he had a bit of free time.

Which is pretty much how he ended up facing off against one of the larger knights in the ranks, and losing.  Losing very badly.  He refused to go down, however, knowing that the minute he did, the minute he gave up, the other knights wouldn’t let him hear the last of it.  So every time he got knocked down by a fist to the jaw or a foot to the belly, he got back up, no matter how long it took him.

Then the fight was called off, and Cecily was pressed up against his side, asking if he was alright, and Milo couldn’t help a low whine.  “’m fine, Princess,” he said, trying to pull away.  “You’ll get blood on your dress, and you know your mother will be upset with that.”

[superhero-somewhere]

01: Doctor, Doctor

[superhero-somewhere]

He looked like a kid. Scrawny, barely able to move – though that might have been fear. How old was he? Did he just say out? Griff wasn’t sure about everything – the doctors had failed to fill him in on the details so far, and his supervisor hadn’t said anything other than the fact that they needed a large-animal vet on the grounds to deal with one of their patients. He didn’t know anything, but now that he saw just how small of a person he was dealing with, Griff did his best to make sure he came across as friendly and unimposing as a man his size could.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “You’ve got one nose too many to be a real bird.” Griff moved walked closer to the kid, intending to sit beside him, but the sheer height difference had him thinking it might be better to simply squat in front of him. “I’m Doctor Pika Griff.” He held a hand out to shake it, trying to make it as easy for the kid as possible. He looked so frightened, and none to comfortable to be sure.  Maybe if Griff offered his information up first, it might make things easier for everyone else. He would certainly have an easier time getting his newest patient to cooperate with him, rather than simply going on with an examination.

“You might have seen me in the zoo now and then, actually,” he offered. “My usual patients tend to consist of lions and emus. I tend to show off pictures of them like normal doctors do with their kids, so let me know if you want to see ‘em.” He gave a soft, sweet smile, not quite sure what he was hoping for outside of making the kid more comfortable.

[newt-rps]

There was something refreshing about the fact that the doctor’s first response upon seeing him peeking out from behind his wings wasn’t panic.  The man seemed to take it well in stride, just squatting in front of Andrew.  “One nose too many?” he asked, frowning a little.  He’d thought birds had noses - wasn’t that what the two holes in their beaks were?

Soothed a little bit by the man’s friendliness, Andrew let his wings relax a bit, revealing more of himself to the man - Dr. Griff.  He shivered a little as the cool air of the room hit his skin through the paper-thin fabric of the hospital clothing he’d been given.  The shirt had been cut wide open in the back to accommodate his wings, and it fell halfway down his thighs, but luckily they’d also given him a pair of trousers and slippers to complete the outfit.  “Andrew Davies,” he offered up, shyly reaching out to shake the doctor’s hand.

Before he could consider the fact that they’d called a veterinarian to examine him, one of the doctors stepped into the room, adjusting his tie.  “Ah, yes, Dr. Griff.  I see you’ve met the patient?”  Andrew shrank back into the comfort and safety of his wings - this doctor wasn’t the nicest of the team that’d been assigned to him.  Unconsciously, he swayed closer to Dr. Griff, seeking out the warmth and friendliness the other male had been exuding since he walked into the room.  The other doctor interrupted again, consulting a clipboard in his hands.  “Have you been briefed on him yet?”

[superhero-somewhere]

01: Doctor, Doctor

Griff loved his job. He was the second one there most days, preceded only by the lion keeper who rarely allowed herself to be seen. He didn’t mind, so long as she didn’t mind him listening in on the music she composed in her mind. He went about his job, seeing to the infant animals, and tending to the lemur who had fractured her leg two weeks ago. Lucy was nearly ready to be let back into the enclosure, but not quite yet.

She liked Griff, anyway, seeing as he fed her and made dumb sounds while doing so. She sat on his shoulder now, munching happily on a bell pepper when someone called him in to the medical wing for something called The Program. Griff, being Griff, didn’t exactly know what was going on with the outside world, but he went down anyway, leaving poor Lucy behind.

The officials there had to know he was a specialized veterinarian, not a doctor, but maybe….they maybe knew what they were doing? So in he went, intimidated by the sheer idea of the location. With so many people of the gifted variety it was not somewhere he wanted to be. But in he walked, adjusting his lab coat along the way, and once he entered the medical ward and saw what he was dealing with, well… Griff found himself at something of a loss. There were wings. And they were massive. And he wasn’t sure what needed to be done. Things would be better with Lucy. Cute animals made everything better.

“I, uh…” he started, running a hand through his hair, “can’t say I’ve ever a bird wearing shoes before…”

[newt-rps]

Andrew didn’t know what was going on.  The past year had been a massive blur, from the moment the pain in his back had started, to the moment he’d woken up from the coma the doctors had put him in.  To the moment he’d woken up with an eight metre wingspan.  Wings.  He still had trouble getting his brain wrapped around that, even though it’d been almost a month since he’d been released from the hospital into the care of The Program.  

He was still isolated in the medical wing at headquarters, to make sure his pacemaker was functioning properly as well as help him get adjusted to life with a giant pair of wings attached to his body.  But the doctors assigned to him had come up lost as to how to help him, since, well, no one else had ever grown a pair of what - hypothetically - were functional wings before.  Nervous, he’d only been told that they were reaching out to a specialist.  Not what kind, or in what discipline, just a specialist.

When they told him the specialist was coming, he pressed himself into the corner, shielding everything but the tips of his shoes with his wings.  Then he heard the voice, and he peeked out from between his wings to see who’d spoken.  Standing there was a giant of a man, built like a brick wall, in nice clothes and a lab coat, with his hair pulled back into a low, neat bun.  

Andrew cleared his throat, opening his wings a little - just enough to show some of his face - and piped up, voice a little tremulous.  “I’m not a bird,” he said, watching the other man with nervous, deep brown eyes.  “At least, as far as I know.  I’ve been out for a while.”

[ghoulishwriting]

I Laughed Myself to Sleep

“Fuck me, Freddy.” Wade groaned, hand rubbing the sore muscle on his neck as he walked into his apartment complex. The smell of pizza, dirty laundry and something burning filling his nostrils. He inhaled deeply and let out a loud breath. Home sweet home. He walked around the kitchen, and toward the living room where he collapsed onto the dirty, red couch. He let his muscles relax and blew out another huff of breath. “Next time let’s just relax at home instead. Relaxing at home sounds great.”

He stretched his legs out onto the coffee table, flipping on the TV and humming with boredom. “Nothing is ever on when it’s past twelve. Damn it.” he mumbled before grabbing at the laptop closed in between his feet on the coffee table and flipped it open. If anything he ould at least keep himself occupied with some amateur porn or some funny cat videos on youtube. He sighed and opened up both tabs, figuring it wasn’t much to watch both at the same time possibly.

He hadn’t expected to found himself joining a live stream with a young man, definitely didn’t see that happening at any point but there he was, paying twenty bucks to watch this body on his screen, a young man, shy and awkward before his screen. “Well then-” Wade spoke, eyebrows raising. “Let’s see if the kid can give a show.”

[newt-rps]

Peter took a deep breath, trying to keep from backspacing for the twentieth time trying to set up this damned cam show.  He could hear Aunt May now, telling him that this was the worst idea in the history of worst ideas, that he didn’t have to stoop this low, but he was an adult now.  Which meant dealing with adult things like paying for school on a tiny wage from an inconsistent job, along with groceries, and rent, and his metro card...

He needed cash.  Badly.

So he found himself setting up a cam show.  He’d seen them before - what curious college kid hadn’t?  He was just in his boxers - plain, black, nothing special - and shivering in the cool air from the conditioner, but he had enough in him to make sure the camera wasn’t pointed so it revealed his face.  Just the nose and below.  

Once the red light blinked on, indicating he was live, Peter swallowed, trying to figure out his next move.  He settled for a wave, then kicked himself internally.  Way to be sexy, Parker.  Peter licked his lips then, stroking one hand down his chest and stomach into his boxers, taking himself in one hand while the other reached out and typed a message to his viewers.

“What do you want me to do?”

[ghoulishwriting]

All Fired Up

[ghoulishwriting]

“Of course I am.” Tristan replied, a smile spread across his face. He listened to the snaps and chirps of the raptors, it sounded just like birds chirping for him. It was his favorite sound in the morning, his raptors chirping and happy. “Keep blaming other people.” Tristan chuckled and continued to follow the sound of his raptors but turned to look at the younger ma behind him, eyebrow raised in question. “Raptors aren’t like dogs.” he answered shortly, a bit of passion and a clip of anger in his voice though he tried to contain it, it wasn’t Randall’s fault. “Raptor’s are different. Dogs are your companion, they follow you around and love you. Raptor’s aren’t your companion. Raptor’s will kill you at a sign of weakness. Don’t forget that.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Tristan responded, waving his hand and continued till the pig was let go, loud squealing and the raptors went chasing after them. Tristan went to the end of the trail the pig would eventually run to and waited, hands resting on the bars. “True. But the petting zoo is cute. Baby dinosaurs are always fun to ake care of you know.” Tristan chuckled, “I worked there for a few months before I transferred here. I enjoyed them, they were friendly, always happy to see kids and you. Especially if they could smell treats.”

[newt-rps]

Randall kept his eyes on the older male as he spoke, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the man’s smile.  It wasn’t like Tristan was smiling for him - after all, it wasn’t like they were an actual thing.  They just slept with each other occasionally.  But it was getting harder and harder to deny the way his body reacted around Tristan, no matter how hard he wanted to.  The hint of anger in Tristan’s voice brought him back to the present, and he frowned.  “So, raptors are more like cats, then, yeah?  I mean, there was that whole thing ages back about how cats wouldn’t hesitate to eat your body, if you died, y’know?” he asked, following the man to the end of the trail and leaning against the railing like he was.

“They’re cute, yeah, but I just... it got boring after a while, you know?  They just get to be too predictable, and the raptors just.  They’re less predictable, and it’s more interesting to work with them.”

[ghoulishwriting]

All Fired Up

[newt-rps]

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Tris raised his eyebrows skeptically. “I say your the Omega. Alpha’s law goes.” he called out while pointing toward the raptors. “Right guys?” with that the raptors let out loud yowls before he chuckled. “Look if you want to build a relationship and a standing in this pack you gotta make an effort.” Tris lightly smacked his hand into Randall’s chest, pressing there. “Be on time buddy.” he grinned, always taking enjoyment out of messing with the young man. “”Alright guys, let’s move it out!” Tris spoke, letting out a loud whistle before the raptors took off in perfect symmetry and unison. “One thing to learn about the raptors, other than they cannot be controlled, is don’t expect them to always get your commands right or listen. These animals have their own will and personalities that we can’t alter nor do we want to. But we do have to keep them in line, or I do that is.” Tris spoke, picking up the pail and thrusting it into Randall’s hands before turning to walk. “Always reward for good work, they earned it for putting up with commands all morning.”

Tris began walking, eyes scanning for the raptors movements in the bushes before he raised his hand. “Release the piiiggggg!” he called, listening as the squeal of a pig came to their ears and the sound of the raptors growls echoed through the large paddock. “You really think Raptors are your forte? I mean you’re an Omega, better to work somewhere…nicer…less teeth, no?” Tris looked over at Randall and grinned. “For liffeee.”

Randall groaned again, pulling a face at being called the omega again.  “And you’re the alpha, then, I guess?” he asked, shooting Tristan a petulant look.  He wasn’t going to lie, though, the idea of the other male being the alpha, well... it sent a warm shiver down his spine.  Not that he’d admit it, of course.  He let out a yelp when Tristan’s hand landed on his chest, one of his hands flying up to grasp at the man’s wrist as if to push it away - the man moved it before he could do anything, however.  “It’s your fault I slept through my alarms,” he grumbled, following Tris to the soundtrack of raptors yowling.  “What, aren’t they like dogs, though?  And you can get a dog to listen to your commands all the time, why not raptors?” 

The pail Tristan shoved into his hands were full of rats - dead rats - and Randall pulled a face, letting it drop to his side as he followed the other man.  “Just let me know when to reward them, yeah?”

“Like you said, they have their own personalities,” he replied, squinting out into the paddock as the pig squealed and the raptors growled.  “They’re interesting.  I want to know more about them.  I don’t want to go work in the petting zoo or anything, they’re not as interesting as the raptors.”

[ghoulishwriting]

All Fired Up

“Hey! Don’t rush me!” Tris barked out at the lightly stripped Raptor that was yowling up at him from his position above them. “I’ll take as much time as I want to with your rats Foxtrot.” he called back as another yowl was heard while he lugged the pail of rats across the bridge, hearing the familiar calls of the raptors who were on their way to join their sister who had first spotted him with the pail.

He put the pale down and watched as one by one they appeared and got into their positions. Foxtrot near the front Romeo sliding in back, Kilo to the front left of Foxtrot and Gama stopping right of Romeo while Blue made her way to the front of the pack, snapping at any of the others that dared hiss as she walked up. “Well hello your highness.” Tris called down, grinning at the click sound that came from Blue. “Looks like we’re missing one Blue. Who are we missing?” Tris asked as he glanced around the paddock bridge and heard the sound of running footsteps coming toward him.

He saw an image of a young man jogging towards him and began to laugh. “Really? Really? It’s your third day dude!” Tris called, looking down at the raptors who all yowled or clicked at the sight of the Omega of the pack rushing over. “Unnacceptable, unacceptable.” he spoke, grin stretching as Blue yowled up at him before turning his attention to the young man. “Omega for life, that’s it.”

[newt-rps]

Randall was late.  Again.  He kept meaning to take the early train to the paddock, but for some reason - namely Tris’ fault - he hadn’t woken up early enough to do so.  Which left him a ways behind and running way late on only his third day at work in the paddock.  So when Tris’ laugh joined the yowling and the clicking from the raptors beneath the bridge as he ran up, gasping for breath, all Randall could do was groan.  “I’m not the omega, you asshole,” he grumbled, glaring over at the older male as he took his spot beside him.  “And I’m definitely not the omega for life.”

[princess-cecily]

Prince Lorcan and His Knights

[princess-cecily]

Cecily’s grin faltered at seeing Milo’s hesitance. She was’t sure if she had gone too far. True, he was far from the most skilled of fighters, but it was just sparring. It couldn’t be that bad, could it? After all, if anyone got hurt, they stopped it, right?

She hardly gave a thought into anything outside of the conversation. The other guards hardly entered into her mind, especially when she got to talk people into doing things she wanted them to do. And she all but squealed in delight and held Milo’s arm tighter, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. “I love you.”

She caught the blush too late, and laughed before turning her attention down to the prince once more, only slightly loosening her grip on Milo’s arm. She leaned forward, peering down into the parade. “I bet that’s him on the gold-armored horse. He’s very handsome, don’t you think?" Unlike Milo, however, Cecily didn’t blush when faced by an attractive man. In fact, she almost expected the princes who visited to be above average, appearance wise, and, shallow as it was, she was a tad disappointed when they weren’t.

"I like men with blond hair. Strawberry-blond is my favorite." As if she hadn’t told him that a thousand times already. "Do you think he can dance well? I always hope they do.”

[newt-rps]

Milo felt bad when he saw Cecily’s grin falter, but he didn’t think she quite understood what it meant for someone who wasn’t even a knight - yet - to challenge a well-respected, skilled knight to a sparring match.  Milo wouldn’t stand a chance, and then not only would he embarrass himself, he’d embarrass the rest of the knights under Sir Elyan’s leadership.  But then again, there was that small chance that he’d actually hold his own against the older knight.  

So he agreed, grinning down at the princess as she squealed in delight and pulled him closer.  Call him a pushover, but seeing Cecily smile was always one of the highlights of Milo’s day, especially when it was his doing.  He hated when his princess was upset at one thing or another.  “And I you, Princess,” he said, almost feeling Sir Elyan’s glare on him again.  

Milo peered out at the procession again, still fighting the blush that wanted to well up and stain his cheeks a dark red.  “I do believe that is Prince Lorcan, yes,” he said quietly, scanning the area for any potential threats again in an attempt to keep his eyes off the prince.  Cecily’s follow-up question startled him, causing him to make several false starts on his answer as he tried to regain his composure.  “I- uhm, y- yes, I suppose he is rather handsome, in his own way,” he said, losing the battle against the blush momentarily.

“I do believe you’ve said that before,” Milo grinned, glancing up at Sir Elyan before gently - and surreptitiously - nudging Cecily’s arm with his own.  “Oh, Cecily, he’s a prince.  I’m sure he’s had lessons on dancing with princesses like yourself - he’ll be wonderful.”

[cormacbreckinridge]

01. Predator Meets Prey - Cordall

[cormacbreckinridge]

The way the maroon towel clung to the other seeker was enough to leave Cormac licking his lips in an almost lecherous way. He could tell how he was affecting the other male, and that just fed his ego even more. Of course he wanted Cormac’s hands on him. Everyone wanted his hands on them. The thought made a grin tug his lips and his blue eyes were filled with a fire that burned in his entire body. Prey, meet predator. Randall Ryan would never be the same after this day. He would make absolutely sure of it.

As soon as he lunged at Randall, he knew it was done for. This wasn’t going to be hard. He did like a little fight though, which is why he shoved the male, roughly, against the locker. The noise that came out of Randall’s mouth made Cormac only more determined to bring further noises from the male’s mouth. Maybe an expletive or two, a declaration of adoration, you know, something like that. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it would be the first Gryffindor and that thought spurned him on.

Fingers ran over the chest in front of him as his mouth moved from Randall’s neck and up towards his ear. Cormac felt his heart beating faster but avoided any thought about it. It was just the chase. It was winning. By taking down the winning team’s seeker a couple of pegs he could prove to himself he was on top. On top of his quidditch game. On top by virtue of his blood. On top because his last name was Breckinridge and that mattered.

Cormac felt his breath catch and that made him annoyed, which he chose to take out on the male who was in front of him, rather than leaving it to roll around in his head. His free hand reached up and shoved the male again, this time holding on to his chin as he did so. The feeling of power that sparked in his veins was heavenly, and noting a look in Randall’s eyes only pushed him farther. If he was going to do this, he might as well make it fun.

Lips found Randall’s, his hand still holding him against the lockers. His other hand dipped up to pluck one of his nipples, harder than might have been entirely comfortable. He wanted to hear the other boy moan and he was willing to work for it. But there was the other part of him, the part that wanted to hurt him. Just enough to get off on it, just enough so his burgeoning erection would press against the green towel that was the only thing on either boy holding their naked bodies apart.

“They should have stuck us in a locker room together long before now,” he said, as he pulled from the kiss momentarily. “Although I wonder if you’ll agree when we’re all done here.” He let go of the male’s chin and rubbed his fingers through Randall’s hair, in what could have been construed as comforting. It wasn’t his intention but he didn’t want this to end in seconds either. If he was going to eat this boy for dinner – he wanted to take his time and savor every second.

[newt-rps]

Cormac’s hand against his skin, feeling where Randall was still damp and warm from his shower, sent chills and shivers down his spine.  He wasn’t quite sure what the Slytherin seeker wanted with him - they’d been playing against each other for years now, but he didn’t think Cormac had really thought anything of him other than the Gryffindor seeker.  Apparently he was wrong.  Apparently Cormac thought about him a lot more than Randall thought he had in the past.  Not that he was complaining, but…

He couldn’t hold back a quiet whine as Cormac’s mouth moved further up his neck, closer to his ear, no matter how hard he bit his lip.  And then there were the other male’s hands, running up along his chest and making it very hard to stay quiet.  After all, who knew if - or when - one of their teammates would come running back, yelling about how they’d forgotten a shoe or a wrist guard?  He didn’t want to get caught - especially by a Gryffindor player (heaven forbid Remy was the one coming back) - being shoved against a locker and kissed by a Slytherin.  He’d never live it down.

Randall must’ve gotten lost in his thoughts for a moment, because he startled at the feeling of Cormac’s hand gripping his chin and shoving him backwards again, almost slamming him into the cold metal.  He gasped, surprised, as his hands flew to the other male’s waist - whether to stop him from advancing further or to pull him closer, Randall couldn’t tell.  “C-Cor-” he started, stammering as he tried to will a furious blush away from his cheeks, to no avail.

The Slytherin didn’t let him finish, however, cutting off his protest by kissing him thoroughly, and Randall couldn’t help but close his eyes and relax.  That is, until Cormac’s fingers pinched at his nipple.  Startled once again, he let out another gasp, reflexively biting down on the man’s lower lip and tightening his grip at the man’s waist.  He stared up at Cormac, wide-eyed and still a little nervous as the man spoke - which Cormac’s words didn’t help at all.  “Cormac-” Randall tried again, now starting to push at the man’s waist to try and get him away, trying to ignore the somewhat-comforting-somewhat-creepy hair stroking going on now.  “Y-you’re starting to make me n-nervous.”

[cormacbreckinridge]

01. Predator Meets Prey - Cordall

Cormac took his time after the game, soaking for an extra-long time in the hot water of the showers.  When his friends had finished and set off for the dungeons he merely shot them a wave and gave some comment about how he’d pulled a muscle in the game and the hot water was heavenly on his injured thigh. They said their own regards and left, with most of the Gryffindor team trailing out over time as well.

The truth? There was no injury. Not from the match or anywhere else. Cormac Breckinridge was in perfect health. But he was also a master at manipulation so the lie passed like every one that had come before it. In the meantime, Cormac stalked his prey. Silently, deadly, like a predator. He waited for the perfect moment and then he pounced. He pulled a towel across his waist, tied it, and sought out what he was really waiting for.

“Nice moves out there,” Cormac said when he saw the one and only Gryffindor seeker walk from this own shower stall, nothing but a towel around his waist as well. Cormac licked his lips in a way that was half lecherous and half seductive, turning to put himself in Randall Ryan’s path. “Almost could have convinced me to be a Gryffindor fan,” he mused, reaching up to run his hands through his hair, letting droplets of water from his own shower spray in front of him. “You know, if it wasn’t for my complete loyalty to green.”

The words were half-bullshit and half-truth. This was typical of Cormac. He’d talk until he found a way to weasel himself into the position he wanted, then he’d run with the lies until he had what he wanted. And today? He wanted Randall. He wanted to show him a thing or two about how dirty Slytherins fought. He wanted to pin him across the wall and make him beg for his mouth. He wanted to make him his – even if the only reason was to satiate his hunger.

His eyes caught Randall’s and he stared him down, desire radiating from him that was palpable. He let the blue orbs run down the other boy’s lithe body, taking time to trace his arms, his legs, the outline of body under that stupid maroon towel. “Looks like someone left the lion and snake alone to play,” he said, biting his lip and waiting for a response from Randall. “I play dirty,” he continued, and without further pretense took hold of Randall, shoving him back against a locker.

He gave in and let his lips find the flesh of the other male’s neck, intending to break him into pieces with his touch.

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Randall sighed, ducking his head and letting the water from the showerhead hammer at the back of his neck in a sort of massage.  The game had been intense - like Slytherin-Gryffindor matches were wont to be - made even more so by the fact that the Slytherin seeker (Cormac Breckinridge, a pureblood) had been giving him odd, almost hungry looks the entire game.  It was honestly almost like the other male wanted to eat him; the look was always a sort of predatory one, like the man wouldn't mind running Randall down and eating him.  Or something along those lines.  

In any case, Gryffindor had won (to Remy's obvious enjoyment - the younger male's pat on the back had nearly knocked Randall off his broom), and the two teams headed into the locker room, sporting sore legs and hands, and even a couple injuries or so.  And even though the teams were currently sharing a locker room - since some first year had set off at least ten Dungbombs in the other one - no one fought.  The mood was one of either quiet celebration or quiet contemplation, depending on the player.  

Begging off from the celebrations with the excuse that he had a badly bruised and sore shoulder from the only bludger Remy had missed, Randall stayed in the showers until all the other Gryffindors and Slytherins had left, letting the hot water soak into the sore joint to try and loosen it up.  

Or so he thought.

Once done with his shower, he wrapped a maroon towel around his waist, loosely tucking it into itself, and left the shower stall, shivering slightly.  The voice talking to him froze him in his tracks, however, looking like a deer in the headlights as he blinked at Cormac.  The other male was also only wearing a towel around his waist, something that made a blush rise to Randall's cheeks as the Slytherin licked his lips and kept talking.  "I, uhm, thanks?" he stammered, still frozen even as the man stepped forward into his path.  

He watched as Cormac looked him over, almost feeling the desire radiating off of the other seeker as the blush spread even further.  There was that look again, that heated, hungry look, and even though his heart was beating a million times a minute, Randall couldn't help but be a little bit turned on.  "I- I guess they d-did?"  He couldn't stop the upwards pitch at the end, taking an unconscious step backwards just as Cormac lunged for him and grabbed him.

The impact of his back against the locker jarred his sore shoulder, earning the Slytherin a pained gasp.  But then the other male's lips were on his neck, scorching hot and obviously knowledgeable, and for a moment Randall couldn't keep a quiet, "Oh," from falling from his lips.  Then he froze against the locker, unsure of what to do - the towel was so loose on his hips that if he struggled, it was sure to come off.  Well, that, and the fact that Cormac definitely had at least a few inches and a few pounds of muscle on him, and could keep him here regardless.  So he just let his head fall backwards, biting his lip to stay quiet.

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This Doesn't Hurt || Colee and Rhys

She hadn’t wanted to go to the hospital, hadn’t wanted to be dragged from her living room floor and into William’s arms only to be dragged down six flights of stairs and huddled into the backseat of his car. She just wanted to lay on her living room floor and never move again. She wanted the peace and quiet that was left in the aftermath instead of more noise to fill the in between.

She hated hospitals, already reminding her of so much that she had gone through, of so much people she loved had gone through. She hated the smell, the bleak white walls, the blinding lights flashing in your eyes. She hated being stabbed with needles, she hated being examined like a doll by doctors. She hated everything about it and yet here she was, laying in a hospital bed, drugged up on pain medication and wrapped in bandages, smelling like disinfectant.

She had told her brother to go home to his wife and child, which h did eventually, if only for her own sake. She wanted the privacy, the ability to go through what had happened in her mind over and over only to close her eyes and wish it had all been jut one big nightmare that she would wake up from in any moment.

But she knew that it wouldn’t happen.

She had been at the hospital for a whole day and a half, pestering the nurses whenever chance she got to letting them let her go home so she could feed Duke and get on with her life rather than spend another miserable minute in the white room staring at the TV while watching day time soap operas the nurses had suggested. She had at last given up, grabbing her jello from the food tray and picking at it only to drop it back when the nausea came to her. The trauma of the events would make her feel different, said the doctor, and that she should be watched carefully.

She hated it.

She was just considering trying to take a nap after fitful nights rest when she looked over at the door and saw a familiar face and dread filled her stomach.

"Go home." she demanded, staring at the tall man at the doorway. "Turn your perfectly sculpted ass right around and go home Rhys. I don’t want you to see this…I don’t want anyone to see this," her right hand moved in a sweeping motion over her face, "So please just…go home. Go away."

[newt-rps]

Rhys was really worried.  Normally Colee was in the shop every day, whenever she had a break from customers wanting stupid tattoos or piercings, annoying the heck out of him - though he'd never admit that he actually liked having her around.  But it'd been ages - a day and a half - since she'd been in, maybe more, and he was starting to get antsy.

He stormed into the tattoo parlor, eyebrows set in an angry furrow as he searched for the small woman, to no avail.  Once he'd figured out that she wasn't in the store, he reached out and snagged one of her coworker's collars and yanked the man to him with a growl.  "Where's Colee?" Rhys snarled, frowning down at the man.  He could feel that something was very wrong, something confirmed by the man's response.

"She's in the hospital.  Wouldn't say why, though."

Which was exactly why he was standing in the doorway to Colee's room, horrified at her injuries.  The bunch of flowers he'd nabbed on the way to the hospital hung loosely from his fingers, almost slipping away but not quite as she demanded that he leave.  Part of him was relieved that she was able to make jabs like the one at his ass, but at the same time... those injuries.  

"No," he found himself saying as he crossed to her bed, ignoring the armchair in the corner in favor of plopping himself down at the foot of her bed.  "Not until you tell me what happened and why you're here looking like that."  Rhys reached out his free hand, grasping Colee's in his own.  "Please, Colee.  I'm worried about you."

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Red Flags and Long Nights || Arginski

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"It’s been only a day…" Andrew spoke back, smothering the chuckle that left his lips against Stiles’s mouth, pressing further against him and deepening the kiss, he rolled his hips back against Stiles, hands running across the others body, grabbing at skin and clothes. He let his hips roll into stiles as well before he was grabbing at Stiles shirt and tugging it over his head, tossing it on a sink nearby. Of course the restroom wasn’t the best place to do this, it was dirty and had a strong odor of cleaning product even with it’s dirty state but Andrew didn’t think he could wait a whole car ride to get home and fuck Stiles on his couch so he’d go for the next best thing.

He rutted up into Stiles, hands reaching for Stiles thighs, lifting him up and keeping him pressed against the door while he continued to kiss him, rough and sloppy kisses that moved from that onto his neck, licking and sucking at the tender skin there in order to leave more marks on his flesh.

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As Andrew's mouth covered his once again, Stiles just shot him a look, before he too fell into the kiss.  One hand stayed put, tangled firmly in his boyfriend's hair, while the other slipped down Andrew's chest to slide just under the front of the man's shirt.  And even though he knew the bathroom door was thin, he couldn't help letting out moans and sighs as they continued kissing - especially when Andrew rolled their hips together at a particular angle.  Stiles pulled away just to let the other male slip his shirt off, then shot Andrew a cocky smirk.  "I am still a teenager," he said, "A day is always too long." 

He jumped when Andrew lifted him off the ground, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and legs around the man's waist, letting his head fall back against the door with a loud moan.  "God, Andrew," he moaned, trying to grind against the man as best as he could without much leverage.  "Please."

[killerboyargent]

Red Flags and Long Nights || Arginski

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Andrew huffed an exasperated sigh at Zanna, hands wrapping around Stiles waist instead as he cast her a sidelong look. “Way to kill the mood Z.” he muttered to her. She only gave him a toothy grin, her German accent becoming much more noticeable the more she drank. “You two should just go get a room.” she spoke back to him, waving a hand at him. “Why don’t you go get a room?” he suggested, though she just gave a roll of her eyes and looked up as Brad and Laney returned with more drinks. Andrew reached forward to take a shot of Vodka she had placed down on the table and moved his lips next to Stiles ear. “Bathroom?” he suggested, giving a subtle roll of his hips up into Stiles.

He leaned forward to down Stiles daiquiri before he gently nudged Stiles off his lap and shuffled him out of the booth. “We’ll be back, I think we’ll take that room.” Andrew spoke, sending a wink over at Zanna, grabbing Stiles by the waist and leading him over to the bathroom, the two being forced to dance between people as they made their way though their reflexes made it easy. Once clear of the crowd and inside of the bathroom Andrew made sure it was empty before he locked the main door and shoved Stiles against it and placing a sloppy, rough kiss against the others lips, almost as if he’d been aching to taste him all day long.

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Stiles kept his face hidden in Andrew's neck as he continued bantering with Zanna.  And it was a good thing, too; hiding his face made it easy to hide how much he was blushing over the fact that he had an erection in the middle of the club.  A small laugh slipped unbidden from his lips as Andrew retorted that Zanna should get a room, only to be cut off by a gasp for air that turned into a moan as Andrew rolled his hips upwards.  Hoping the others hadn't seen the momentary slip, he nodded, stealing the daiquiri from Andrew's hands for a quick sip before handing it back so the man could down it.

He shot the others a quick, almost shy grin as Andrew nudged him out of the booth, catching up to the other assassin quickly enough so he could run a hand through the man's hair.  He easily dodged the crowds of people dancing in the middle of the club, barely inside the bathroom before he was being shoved against the door.  Stiles' hands caught in Andrew's hair as the man crowded him up against the door, as the man tried to devour him with his kiss, and gave back just as good as he got.  "God, Andrew," he moaned, rolling his hips against the other male's.  "Fuck, it's been so long."

[killerboyargent]

Red Flags and Long Nights || Arginski

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Andrew had made a face at his boyfriend’s words, refusing to show him his dance moves, fueling it with pure willpower and frustration. He was caught off guard when Stiles went back to kissing him. He leaned in and continued to kiss him, not minding as Stiles started to slip part of his leg into his lap, pulling the leg over so he could slip perfectly onto Andrew’s lap, letting them both grind up into each other before the group returned. Andrew gripped tight to the other man’s hips as his kiss moved from Stiles mouth down to his neck, nipping and sucking at the skin gently. He looked up to see Eli sliding into the booth on the other side, waggling his eyebrows at the two males. “Whoa now, you two need a room?” he teased, smile on his face.

Andrew moved one hand to wave him away, lips returning to Stiles as they engaged in another kiss, sloppy in every way but perfect. He moaned into Stiles mouth, hands reaching down to grip tight to Stiles ass. Another moan leaving him when their hips met and their crotches rubbed against each other. He heard Eli’s teasing again and finally had to pull away from Stiles completely when Zanna came up and shoved at Andrew’s arm, “Get a room!” she squealed with a laugh at the two men.

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Stiles accidentally nipped at Andrew's lips when the man shifted him fully into his lap, a quiet squeak falling from him at the sudden movement.  The new position, however, allowed him to fully grind down against his boyfriend, moans tripping out of his lips at each roll of his hips.  He closed his eyes as he tilted his head back, baring his throat for Andrew at the same time as he threaded his hands into the male's hair to pull him closer.

The one thing that got him to break away with a gasp was the sound of Zanna's voice laughing at them and her hand shoving at Andrew's arm.  He blushed, making a quick move to duck his face into his boyfriend's neck to hide from the group.  It'd been barely a few hours since he'd met them all, and already he was basically having sex with Andrew in front of them, he realized as he frantically tried to will his erection away.  "Sorry," he mumbled, lips still pressed against Andrew's neck.

[killerboyargent]

Red Flags and Long Nights || Arginski

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Zanna and Laney laughed at Stiles words and nodded, “Yep! Hip hop was what Andrew was all about, he still is but he doesn’t show it. Been practicing since he met Eli!” Laney spoke, a bright smile on her face as the group danced together through another two songs before Zanna and Laney dragged Stiles back over to the boys, the girls with large smiles on their faces . Brad stood up only to take Laney once more on the dance floor and dance among the crowd while Eli walked off with Zannah to get refills of drinks. 

"They told you didn’t they?" Andrew asked, looking over at his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, "If you ask, even if you beg, I will not dance in front of you ever, never, ever!" he spoke with a smile, taking a swing of his drink while sliding over Stiles’s brand new Strawberry Daquri that he had ordered for the other. "Try it, it’s really good." Andrew spoke, "Laney made me try one and I’ve been hooked ever since." he said honestly, reaching over to lightly tap the yellow mini umbrella that rested in the bright red substance.

"But before that-" Andrew spoke, taking Stiles chin in his fingers and gently pulling him closer so Andrew could press a kiss against his lips, it was firm but gentle,and he gave the other boy a teasing nip on the bottom of his lip before releasing Stiles’s face in case he wanted to drink over kissing Andrew.

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Stiles grinned breathlessly as he slid into the booth with Andrew, leaning up against him as the other male slid a new drink over in front of him.  "Oh, they told.  And you're going to dance for me, no matter what you say," he teased, even as he reached for the drink.  

But then Andrew's fingers were grasping his chin, holding him close so the man could kiss him firmly.  Already a little buzzed, the boy let out a quiet noise that was close to a moan, and pressed back as if he was about to climb into Andrew's lap.  Unfortunately for him, however, the man pulled away with a teasing nip and let go, but Stiles wasn't about to take that as a dismissal.  After a quick sip of the daiquiri, he went right back to kissing the man insistently, ignoring the fact that everyone could see just how much he was into this.  He didn't even feel bad about the full-on moan he let out in the second kiss, didn't feel bad about throwing one of his legs over Andrew's so he could rub up against him.