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multi-muse & dependent blog for @taledhq. adored by vlad ( 28 , he / him , est ). important character links below.
CRUELLIUS DE VIL[ the devil man, 50, designer / were-shifter hunter ]
pictures, bodyclaim, musings, wants, interactions
HENRICH GRIMHILDE [ the evil king, 60, mayor / evil witch, once monarch ]
pictures, bodyclaim, musings, wants, interactions
whether in this life or the last, titian could tell what kind of customer they were dealing with just based on their dialogue, body language, and order: the gentleman they were currently serving was the type most restaurants would avoid having. he's painfully particular about his choice and frigid about service, so much to the point of forgetting that it was a human process, though they'd probably prefer it be otherwise if it meant getting proper satisfaction. ❝ right, right, let's see if we can remedy that for you.❞ old man. ❝ some had to call out … personal business or something. ❞ more like they were also dealing with the fallout of the curse, though some more severe than others. but it seemed titian's ability to man the stations like a one-man show remained. ❝ anything else I can get you ? ❞
some places needed to shut down if they weren't going to be able to handle the volume. cruellius wasn't the type to give out free business advice however, so he remained shut on that aspect. waking up from the curse had a lot of them bouncing back from what they once knew as reality. struggling to merge their two lives together. ❝ guess that's better for you in a way. you don't have to split any of the tips you get at the end of the night. ❞ he wasn't completely heartless. he'd leave a sizable amount if the service was deemed worthy of that. ❝ would company be too much to ask for ? i have a business proposal i want to run by you. ❞ he was always a man that was seeking more. never satisfied with all of the luxuries that he already had. so he tried his best to put on a soft smile, but cruellius was never good at the charming aspect of his job.
Rory shrugs. "Gives me extra spending money. And my regulars are definitely not gonna let me stop."
Rory rolls his eyes. He hears that all the time, especially from his grandpa. "You can't just jump in bed with every guy to looks at you." All he heard was a challenge and so far, he's winning.
"I'm a big boy and can handle myself. You can certainly try leashing me. Seems to me you'd enjoy the challenge."
He moans quietly at the squeeze on his ass. He loves the attention for sure. He pulls his own hand away, satisfied when he felt the man's cock react.
"So is there something I can help with you right now, sir? Your car does look awful roomy."
He leans against the classic car, the details on and in it scream luxury and wealth.
a young man with an actual purpose in life? shocking. "who am i to get in the middle of a business man and his deals then?"
now that the challenge is out in the air between the two of them, cruellius definitely looks intrigued. he leans in even closer to make sure that there's not too much space in between them. this just became a game.
"i like making sure that i can still catch young guys. all that pent of energy can become useful if it's at the end of my leash."
he shakes his head slowly, looking back at his car and then over to rory. while it does have enough room, he won't subject that to his carnal desires.
"i'm very particular about my car. one thing you should know about me. no fluids are going to get on those seats or on my furs."
so it's not necessarily a no, just not in that exact location.
leopold [ @wintertaled ] gets the evil king
the only reason why he would ever step foot in the vet clinic was because of official business. the less he had to see leopold and his precious king, the better. still, there were reports of lost animals being wounded and he needed a status report. so against his better judgment, he went out seeking the manager.
“before you rant on about peace treaties, i'm here because of your work.” he popped open his jacket, but didn't remove it. the less signs of sticking around that he showed the better. “do you think any of the animals that have come around here are shifters? the ones without owners?” people were still looking for their loved ones from their previous lives. knowing how many of them were animals might just help out.
“and just to clarify, i don't need you singing to the birds to get me an answer. a simple yes or no will suffice.”
open. the diner.
everyone else had seemed to have an easier time with the fact that they lived different … much different lives before pellar town. not for alexandre … or should they say titian. it was a bit confusing, and maybe the baring of their curse was that they had put as much effort into their modern life as they had their more … magical one so to say. it was a tug of war situation, as they felt this odd tether to both once it became apparent, each overshadowing the other the more they sat and thought about it … but one thing that seemed to be consistent: the annoying bonking of the waiter bell. whether they were alexandre or titian, tables needed to be served. with a breathy sigh, they push off the wall in the back, tying their black apron back on and grabbing their pad and pen as they swiftly take a platter of food to the designated table. ❝ sorry for the wait: a bit understaffed at the moment … ❞
after they had all woken up from their cursed lives, cruellius was one of the first ones to quickly embrace his old life. he didn't much care for the new one. he was a designer in both worlds, so that didn't change much. had a fascination of furs and cars. yet he was more powerful in the fairytale realms. had were-shifter that he kept as toys and soldiers. that's what he wanted to get back. he wanted the power that an army gave him. the best way to a man's heart was to his stomach, so he had stopped by to grab a couple of things to eat or tempt someone. having little to no patience, he rang the waiter's bell again. the excuse mattered little to him. ❝ some businesses close down if they can't handle the volume. ❞ it was stated as a matter of fact. ❝ this looks good though, so i'm sure it was worth the wait. where's the rest of the staff? ❞ slackers should have been punished.
zeke let out a low rumble, more a vibration in his chest than words. “noise machine,” he muttered, shaking his head, claws flexing inside his boots. “trees, wind, creek. that’s all i need. hummin’ won’t help me think.”
he shifted closer, shoulder brushing lightly against heinrich’s as he moved, tail twitching under the calm exterior. “and yeah… i feel wanted,” he said, voice rough, eyes flicking up to meet heinrich’s. “just… wanted you to...”
his fingers flexed along the edge of the stone wall, brushing against heinrich’s when the breeze shifted. low, fond growl escaping him. “you’d send me after a beast just to see me run.” a flash of teeth, not a threat, more a tease. “and i’d go. you know i would.”
he leaned in a little, curls brushing against his forehead, nose catching the faint scent of apples and something sharper. “walls make the air weird,” he murmured. “can’t breathe right when hearts are too close. but you? you call me, i come. always gonna.”
zeke's eyes softened a fraction, amber catching the sunlight, tail flicking in satisfaction at that unspoken bond. “don’t mean i hate the indoors,” he added, rough rumble in his chest, “just means… i like it better when you’re the one callin’ me in.”
even in his gruff, bad-with-words way, he made it clear… here, with heinrich, he was exactly where he wanted to be. at least right now.
with their magic getting stronger and stronger, he wondered if he could conjure that machine for his guard. “i'll see what i can do for you.” a short nod and didn't spend too much time on the topic.
the closeness between them was welcomed, but that was pretty much it. if it were anyone else, he would have been on the offense. “i know. i know you better than most.” aside from that old man, pup, and those pigs.
a pleased smirk formed on his face as he moved his left hand up to brush his fingers through the wolf's hair. “my good little wolf. you wouldn't stop running until you caught them, would you?”
good to know that he would always have him if he wanted. “i want you to be comfortable while you're here too. take off your clothes if you want. feel as free as if you were in your own home.” he wouldn't mind the view either.
he moved his hand down to scratch the man's facial hair right under his chin, then back up to scratch the spot behind his ear. “maybe i should get a specially made dog whistle from cruellius in that case.”
the evil king wanted to keep his control around the people that made him feel like home. that reminded him he didn't have to be the once monarch, reduced to someone that was weak.
Rory shrugs, tucking his hands in his jean jacket.
"Small enough town that it's not a big deal. Plus I'm cheaper than the apps. And better looking."
He chuckles, giving the man another appreciative look.
"Strangest thing? I think it was a cooling coil for a fridge? I think that's what it's called? I don't know. I just remember having to strap it like a backpack to take it on my bike."
He shakes his head. He'd definitely got weird looks going through town with it.
At the second question he steps closer.
"My most personal touch is for the men that just need someone to make them feel good when they're alone or their wives are just not putting out like they used to. They just need a cute mouth, a piece of ass, or a big cock to help them feel better. You interested in the personal package, sir?"
He cups the man's crotch, deciding being forward now would either earn him a good lay or scare the man away from him. Rory couldn't care less which ended up happening.
the cost benefit alone makes sense, so cruellius just nods his head.
"the supply and demand must not be that high, but still enough that you can survive on this if you wanted to i'm assuming?"
he takes another drag from his cigarette before putting his hand down.
"if it wasn't for a business, then i'm growingly confused on how someone was seemingly repairing a fridge alone. good to know that you can handle any requests that come your way. even on your bike."
then he shrugs his shoulders. he'll never deliver anything that strange anyway.
the closeness seems to intrigue him though.
"i would first know who you're getting into bed with before offering yourself up like that. i used to have boys like you up for breakfast and then walk them on leashes for lunch. down the line, i'm sure that this business relationship can be mutually beneficial. you have a cute mouth and i'm sure an even sweeter ass."
with his free hand, the one not holding to the cigarette, he moves it back around to give rory's rear a quick squeeze. his own cock seems to like the touch as well, but he doesn't push himself any further. just takes his own hand back.
Rory's unlocking his bike, finishing up a delivery for the nice Miss Underwood, her regular delivery of beignets every Wednesday. He always walks away with a smile and smelling like the delicious fry-bread and powder sugar.
He looks up and is taken aback by the handsome man approaching him. Very put together and stylish. Definitely well off.
"Hi," Rory greets with a smile. "Well usually I do deliveries for the businesses around town so that's one way. I do a few personal deliveries but I don't have like a website or anything. This is just fine."
He chuckles then turns back to the carrier on his bike. He finds some scrap paper and a pen and starts to write his number and name.
"I usually do food deliveries between 10-2 then 5-9. Whatever they give me I handle."
He offers the paper to the man. He lets his gaze wander up and down the man, biting his lip.
"Some of my clients really appreciate the personal touch I give them."
far be it from him to tell someone how to run their business. no matter how much he likes getting involved in other people's lives. some judging can be spotted from his side of the street as he looked at the younger man, head to toe.
if he were to make things more legit, then he could have gotten more business. did he even want that though?
cruellius didn't know and didn't care that much either. "if you expanded, even with a couple of professional business cards, then i'm sure you could do more than just the businesses around here. people are always looking for someone to make their lives easier."
still, he accepts the torn up piece of paper with his left hand as he continues to bring the cigarette up to his lips with his right.
"what's the strangest thing that you've ever had to deliver?"
not that he thinks he's going to top it any time soon, but curious minds need to know.
"and what's been your most personal of touches?"
zeke was—after all—not man, but beast instead, so of course he favored the outside to being caged in. the air felt cleaner out here, the light softer. it moved through his fur, or what would’ve been fur, if the world still allowed him that form. but he couldn’t deny the perks of leaning into the thin thread of humanity he called his own. sometimes.
it was the whistle that did it. that small, careless sound that slipped past heinrich’s lips and caught him right in the chest. his heart stuttered, traitorous thing that it was. he turned his head, ears twitching to a sound that didn’t exist anymore, but memory filled in the blanks well enough.
his eyes tracked the apple tree before finding heinrich again, the corner of his mouth pulling into a faint smile. “indoors gets too quiet,” he said, shifting his weight, rolling his shoulders like he could shake off the stiffness of walls and ceilings. “out here, things breathe back.”
he tilted his head at the question, pretending to think. bucket list. the words tasted strange on his tongue. “hmm,” he hummed, gaze dragging over the garden, then back to him, softer now. “not much of a list kind of guy. i just wanna—” he stopped, searching for the right word, one that didn’t sound too human. “run. maybe bite into something that bites back. and… maybe,” his voice dropped, a faint smirk curling there, “stay where i’m wanted.” maybe more than …stay.
he didn’t say by who. didn’t need to.
the answer was not surprising, but it still did warrant a little leaning in from the mayor. the wolf fascinated him. he wanted to study him inside and out, but he knew that he couldn't get to all of those parts without magic. or a really good interrogation. he turned the red apple around in his hand, needing something to distract himself with.
the indoors was never quiet enough for him, but maybe that was because he tormented more lives than he could count. “have you ever tried one of those noise machines? modern inventions have gotten quite enhanced.”
although he didn't seem pleased with that fact. if one were to closely pay attention, they'd see the beginnings of a scowl form on his features. “sometimes the memory of other living creatures can get in the way of your own thoughts.”
not that he thought that was the case for his guard dog. zeke seemed to like when things were busy. “i could conjure up a beast and send you chasing after it in the woods.” if not, he had a couple of people on speed dial that probably could. hell, maleficent could even turn into one. “do you not feel wanted here?” he could have meant the town, but the former king was talking about his own home.
ali [ @faerietaeleds ] gets cruellius
normally, cruellius only found himself in shabby places when it came to looking for goons to hire. he could offer them a small price and they would ask how high to jump. with the cursed world, he had to round up his goons again. jasper and horace, but even more. there were more people around to hunt down.
so he went to the next best place that he could think of. the underground circuit. there, he watched a couple of fighters take one another down. cruellius grinned wickedly as he walked over to ali after the fight. “you were quite the fighter out there. i was impressed at how fast you could move.” he patted the other on the back.
ashton [ @hcartmade ] gets the evil king
people that reminded him of his stepson normally didn't get his attention. henrich would brush them off to the side because he didn't want that pestering annoyance. something about the blond told him that he could use him though. a potential deal that he could strike with tremaine.
so the mayor approached the younger man with a small smile on his face. “good morning,” maybe he should do a better job at remembering people's names. “i was wondering if you had time to alter something for me? i have a suit that needs fixing.” he lifted his arm that it was draped over.
adrien [ @faerietaeleds ] gets the evil king
in order to make sure that he could get the votes for the next election, he needed to make sure that he could butter up a couple of the residents. technically, henrich didn't know if there were going to be anymore elections, but that didn't matter. he wouldn't be caught unprepared.
so he stepped inside the flower shop and started to look around. that was when he saw the blond florist. god, so many people reminded him of leopold. “what's your favorite arrangement that you sell? if you don't have a favorite, then i'm taking my business elsewhere.”
rodrigo [ @frayedattheendings ] gets the evil king
as the mayor of the town, it was his civic duty to make sure that there were no pests running around. which explained how he had became to be on a first name basis with rodrigo. whenever he got a new complaint, he called the other man up quickly. they had to deal with it.
thankfully, the last report had already been taken care of. so his shoulders dropped, showing that henrich wasn't as tense as normal. “thank you for stepping in and doing your job.” it sounded like a jab, but that was just how he showed appreciation. “have you gotten any other calls recently? anything i should be aware of?”
rory [ @thrcughthewccds ] gets cruellius
the designer should have put the past behind him and given it a rest. they were in a new world and had brand new lives. yet he couldn't stop himself. there was something within him trying to claw out. attracting him to all of the shifters around.
he finally got out of the car, watching the delivery boy from afar. “excuse me,” the older man cleared out his throat as he slipped his long coat on. “if someone were to require your services, how is the best way to hire you? i have a treats i'd like to deliver to a little bitch, some might call them a mutt or dog though, and don't want them to know it's from me.”
zeke [ @wolftaled ] gets the evil king
after being woken up, the garden in the mayor's house had began to flourish more and more. with an apple tree right in the center. as he stepped outside and saw his precious guard dog, a small smile formed on his face. he even whistled out for him.
"i'm starting to think that you hate the indoors. why is it that if i want to find you, it's always outdoors or in the kitchen?" even though his brows perked up as he asked the question, he didn't really need an answer. he was just happy that zeke had decided to still stick around. “tell me, what's on your bucket list right now?”
william [ @frayedattheendings ] gets cruellius
“word around the street was that you had a good eye.” cruellius was very to the point and straightforward. if he needed something from someone, why was there any reason to hide that from them? so the second that he walked up to william, he was already thinking business.
“do you only take pictures or are you also willing to follow someone around? do a little investigating?” he meant spying, but whatever those were all just semantics. the older man brought the cigarette back up to his lips, inhaled deeply, and blew the smoke away from both of them.
