i'm your villain

marcellus of house balor remember my name, it'll be important later.

[ruinedstrength]

astrid-vitello:

Her expression lightened considerably at his flattering words. “I can’t help feeling irritated that people keep coming to me for information about them. I’ve had a few Johns stop me on the road to question me too,” she sighed. “But other than that, my morning has been swell.” Astrid returned the smile, resting her hands against his chest. “You?”

"Did you?” He asked, his interest suddenly far more peaked and his brow coming together in a frown just this side of angry. More irritated, than anything else, really, but still; he’d never been one to be fond of people accosting his wife. “Who was it, give me names,” he demanded, only half teasing as he smiled at her and rubbed circles into hip with his thumb, “I’ll have them all reported, you see if I don’t. Mmmmm,” he hummed, his free hand finding the small of her back as he pulled her closer. “Better now that I have you here, doll.”

[astrid-vitello]

“Beat it. I don’t hear nothing from them anymore and I don’t have time for a bull session with you. If you really want to know something about the Vitellos, talk to the Johns around here or read the Rumble.” she brushed the stranger away and turned to her companion. “Sorry about that. I thought they’d all forgotten about me by now.”

[ruinedstrength]

“Don’t think there’s anyone in the world that could forget about you, doll,” he said easily, shrugging off her apology and wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist. “People’re always gonna talk, Astrid, so let ‘em talk.” Raking a hand through curls that never managed to stay in place no matter what he did, he dug his fingers slightly into her hip and smiled at her. “Did you enjoy your morning, at least?”

[elenaalvar-deactivated20200112]

[charlenebalors-blog]

“I hope you’ll pardon my ignorance. But what exactly is this little delight… for?”

[ruinedstrength]

“Can’t a son simply bring his mother a flower just because she is lovely? And you are lovely, mother.”

[antonyvitello]

Marcellus had every right to be upset with him, and Antony knew that. He knew this from the first time he tampered with his once-brother’s heart. It was wrong. But the pain he had felt, something about it demanded to be shared. And so he did, ripping apart the only friendship that he’d ever forged on his own, without the help of his crown.

At the rough bumping of shoulders, Antony felt the rage burn through him, but pushed it down. Now was not the time to defend himself. Now was the time for near begging. And so he followed, hands clenched at his sides.

“The dead walk among us, Marcellus.” Antony said, trying to keep his tone even. Before, there wasn’t even a need for this conversation. Things had changed. His heart felt heavy, thick in his chest. The face of his once confidant brought back painful memories. 

“You helped me kill him once, and if he continues to live now… He’s stronger than he was before, cannot bleed, cannot die. But he must. Not for my sake, but for my sister and my mother.”

[ruinedstrength]

Damn him. Damn him for preying on one of the few weaknesses Marcellus had left. Damn him for looking as pitiful as he did, for appealing to the softness in Marcellus’s heart that had Astrid’s name written all over it. There was no love lost between Marc and Hypatia – the former queen had helped him secure Astrid’s hand, of course, providing his family with the leg up they needed, but that was years ago – but for Astrid....Marcellus would move the earth and the water and the sky for Astrid’s sake. And Antony, damn him, knew that.

“Maybe my father and I have our own plan,” he said easily, glancing back at Antony. “Maybe we’ve already decided on a course of action, and I don’t need your help. What then, Antony?” It was likely true. Though he’d been focused on finding Astrid and hadn’t quite had time to talk to Isiah just yet, knowing his father, there was already a plan of attack in the works. But whether or not that was entirely true didn’t quite matter just yet; what mattered was letting Antony sweat this one out, for even a fraction of the time he’d left Marc to rot.

The remnants of their friendship was festering like an open wound; it hurt to think about it too long. Hurt to think he’d let Ares – Ares, the pitiful excuse of a god who’d replaced him – into his life, past the walls he’d built up around his emotions. It hurt to think he’d been stupid enough to think Antony was different than Ares, that he’d thought the outcome might have been different this time around, just because he loved him the way he loved his brothers. 

He had, of course, been wrong. 

[iapetxs]

halle-ogden:

She walked towards both Isiah and the brooding young gentleman who stood next to him, he looked as scared as she had when he had ran through the halls pounding his chest in unapologetic anger at every particle of the world that had been situated in such a way as to keep him from quite possibly the only thing in the world that would make him smile. That being said she wouldn’t be surprised if the smile was to himself, facing a wall, making sure that any mouse in his room would be slaughtered and being a witness to such a thing. “I just thought you should know, I saw her heading towards the west wing.” she said, giving no context, trying to hide her beating heart that went a mile a minute and general petrified stance towards him. 

     “Honestly, Marc.” Iapetus snapped, turning his gaze from the girl who’d approached them to throw his son a sharp look. “She’s trying to help your ungrateful arse, show some fucking decorum.” He blew out a sigh and raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, nerves rubbed raw from the goings-on in the ballroom. Fucking Zeus. Fucking Poseidon. He hadn’t intended to snap. “—I’m sorry, my boy, I know you worry for your woman.” He turned to the blonde. “Come here, child,” he murmured to Halle, holding out a hand for her to approach. “You alright?”

[ruinedstrength]

To his credit, Marc’s regret was almost instantaneous as soon as he realized who exactly he’d snapped at. “Apologies,” he muttered quickly, ducking his head in flushed embarrassment. “I thought ––” he paused, unsure how well things would go over if he admitted that he’d mistaken her for Alycia out of the corner of his eye, and instead, chose to remain silent. For once. Hands came up in surrender when Isiah motioned for Halle to approach, not wanting her to think he’d do...something, and he took another swig from his wine. “Thank you, Halle,” he said a moment later, the name still foreign and odd in his mouth. After a pause, and another hefty gulp of wine, he looked at his father and Halle both. “So. What are we going to do?”

[haydenbattaglia]

“Gods, you’re surly.” Hayden sauntered over to the Balor heir, careful not to stumble over his feet. Damn it all to hell, he wanted nothing more right now than to dunk his head into a vat of wine and never come up again. He wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this shit. “Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about Halle Ogden.”

[ruinedstrength]

“I’ve been called worse things, boy,” he shrugged, leaning an elbow back on the railing behind him and sizing up the Vitello bastard in front of him. He wasn’t sure of his name; not in this lifetime, at least. He couldn’t quite place it – Harry? Harper? Hunter? – and so he simply raised an eyebrow. Well, that certainly had thrown him for a loop. Of all the things he expected to be confronted about right now, his current betrothed was certainly not one of them. “What about Halle Ogden?” Hayden. That was it. This was Hayden.

[antonyvitello]

Antony crossed the room s l o w l y, feeling the prying eyes on his back. After the scene with his father, he was surprised the ballroom had lulled back onto gentle noise. None the less, this was a problem that needed to be solved on this night, which required a certain form of expertise. An expertise that he knew just where to find.

He spotted his would be brother from behind, changing route as the din of the ball fell def on his ears, still ringing from the backhand his father had delivered. ( He was half sure his face had been cut by one of the many rings )  and his head ached from the impact of the floor. None the less, he had had worse, and there were bigger things to worry about.

It had been months since they had spoken. Since before Dimitri had been taken from him, since the twins were still babes. There had been a brief screaming match at some point, but Antony knew Marc could take his life easily, should he put any real effort into it, so he had kept his distance, and rightfully so. Although Antony would now hesitate the man he once called brother a friend, he did still care for the man, and he currently looked like he’d seen the wrong end of one too many nights at the tavern.

At the sound of Marcellus’ voice, Antony jumped, ever so slightly, and bowed his head, “No way to speak to a King, Marc” he said lightly, and then sighed quietly, “I need your help.”

[ruinedstrength]

ANTONY.

Marcellus’ hands clenched tightly, nearly crushing the goblet in one hand and the railing in the other, as he let the other man’s presence and voice wash over him. He looked terrible. He looked like a kicked puppy, brought low and to heel. Marcellus almost felt pity for him, for the God of War, flinching at a snarl. But then again –– Ares had always been a coward. 

“King of what, Antony? Your own arsehole?” Marc goaded, rolling his eyes and then taking another swig from his wine goblet, wishing for something stronger. He didn’t want to waste time with this. He should have been out looking for Astrid, making sure she was alright, that the vile corpse hadn’t....but here he was, instead, standing only a few feet away from a man he might have called brother, once upon a time.

Gods, how things had CHANGED between them.

He hesitated, studying his wine, and then muttered a by your leave to his father, inclining his head respectfully –– Marcellus Balor was many things; disrespectful to his father was not one of them –– before walking into the hallway. His shoulder bumped into Antony’s roughly, but he nodded for the other man to follow him. 

“SPEAK.”

[astrid-vitello]

we were free | marcellus & astrid

[astrid-vitello]

As the music swelled and the gossiping swelled with it, she chose to focus entirely on the one thing she wanted most — the one man she wanted most. No one could know her love for him. No one could understand her sorrow. Her expression was sad, as it was on most days, but a hint of a smile upturned the corners of her lips as she gazed up into his eyes. Astrid had often wondered if they would ever be able to be together in public. So much time had passed sneaking around in the shadows to be with one another that it was almost becoming a habit. The short times they were with each other were passionate — desperate — but it left her feeling cold and yearning for his touch each time he left. They were close enough to carry on a conversation without anyone overhearing. This was their time and their time alone.

“I’ve missed you.”

[ruinedstrength]

They moved a little too quickly for the music, with his hand pressed so hard against to the small of her back that her chest was flush with his. His fingertips clenched once, twice, three times, curling and curving into her skin with longing and desperation and need so profound it made his chest hollow and aching with the wanting her. She was so close, so soft, so sad, and all he wanted was to fist a hand in her hair and claim her mouth with his in front of the gods disguised as men and remind them all that she belonged to him. Instead, he continued to lead them in a dance, staring over her shoulder at the rest of the gossiping crowd, daring anyone to look back at him. “Not as much as I’ve missed you,” Marcellus murmured a moment later, glancing down at her dark brown eyes and fighting the twisting feeling in his gut that screamed to kiss her until neither one of them could breathe or think about anything but each other. It had been days since he’d touched her. Eternities since she’d whispered his name into his ear in the throes in a darkened corridor. Eons since he watched her face as she crumbled underneath or above him. He wanted her so badly it was a physical ache in his chest, a tangible and feral living thing housed in the hollow where his heart should have been. Every cell in his body craved her. Being apart from her was torture, and now that Holden and Portia were married, he didn’t think he could keep this facade up with Halle any longer. He knew they weren’t fooling anyone, and his patience was wearing thin. It was too hard, being apart from the woman he loved. He knew he wouldn’t survive much more of this. 

“If I have to watch another man dance with you, I may slit his throat right here in front of everyone at court.”

[ruinedstrength]

merry christmas from the balor family esp @iapetxs

[astrid-vitello]

we were free | marcellus & astrid

“Pardon me, my lord. Would you honor me with this dance?” she asked as she curtsied low in front of the man. Astrid paid no attention to the people beginning to whisper around them. She had danced with Isiah and they had nothing to say about that, so what did it matter that she enjoyed one simple dance with her former husband-to-be? It was just one dance.

[ruinedstrength]

Astrid. He knew her presence immediately, before he even turned to stare at the woman he almost married, the woman he loved still. It was torture to keep his expression neutral and even as he nodded once, reaching out to take her hand and lift her smoothly from her curtsey. Every movement was practiced and fluid, with a savage grace that spoke of barely contained violence. If his hand snapped to her waist too quickly, if it dipped too low on her back, if people gasped and spoke in loud whispers, it didn’t matter. People would talk. People would always talk. he’d told her that, once upon a time, and he wasn’t about to start caring about the opinions of the sheep now.

“ The honor is mine, my lady. ” 

[ruinedstrength]

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[minacixusarchived-blog]

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

inspired by here.

[acciofrary]

I haven’t seen Astrid look this happy in a long time.

requested by mariestrts

[mythofdevotion]

Lie down, lie easy. / Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood (via mythofdevotion)

[ruinedstrength]

                               He’d lost track of her. HOW had he lost track of her? In what world, in what universe, in what lifetime would he ever lose track of the one woman he loved? What was he thinking? How had he managed to lose her in the crowd, how had he even contemplated taking his eyes off of her for longer than a second? A second, apparently, had been all it took, and after a cursory sweep of the ballroom ––– nothing longer than that; Isiah would have slaughtered him himself if he’d put himself into the line of fire, even for Astrid ( Astrid, Astrid, where did you run off to? ) ––– he returned to his father’s side and angrily took a long swig from a wine goblet. “ Lost her, ” he muttered both to his father and himself, glaring down at the ballroom and its inhabitants, uncaring about the wellbeing of anyone else for the moment. After a moment of silence, he glanced back, raising an eyebrow at the figure lurking near the archway behind him. 

                                                                                       “ Did you fucking need something? ”

[vampstappen]

[ruinedstrength]

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