Whumper goes to put down the whip, changing weapon for the umpteenth time today and suddenly, Whumpee is very tired, and everything feels very pointless.
It takes him a few tries to speak, his voice hoarse from screaming and refusing to work the first few times.
"Wait-"
Whumper turns slowly, hands still on the whip. Their face is blank, as always, but they turned, and so Whumpee goes on. His mouth opens once, twice, but as tired and aching as he is, it's not easy to let Whumper win.
They turn away, and Whumpee feels like he's lost his chance. They fold the whip carefully, setting it down quietly before reaching for the taser. And then -
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sir- "
Whumper turns slowly, taking a few steps towards Whumpee. They stop just out of his reach - but he's not out of theirs - arms dropped to the side. Whumpee waits as they consider him, hoping to finally see that glint of satisfaction in their eyes.
They take a single step forward.
"Say it properly."
He uncurls a little, trying to sound even more pathetic and sorry than before.
"I'm really sorry-"
Whumper's arm moves and Whumpee only has time to think, 'oh it was a taser-gun' before his head hits the floor as he barely holds back a scream.
The current stops and he pants, still twitching.
"Say it. Properly."
They give him a few moments, enough for him to understand what is it they want. He struggles to push himself to his knees : he has to uncurl and his back screeches at him for that, one of his shoulders is painfully pulled behind him by a chain, and the only hand he can support himself with is at the very least sprained. His balance is off and he almost face-plants, putting more pressure onto his hand than he'd like to prevent that.
He bends forward as low as the chain will allow him. "I'm sorry, sir." His voice breaks again, but this time there are tears in his eyes to accompany it. "Please, forgive me."
Whumper neither moves nor speaks for a bit, and Whumpee doesn't dare to look up - out of fear and pain both. They take a step forward and he closes his eyes tightly. A hand grips his chin, tilting his face roughly. He opens his eyes and finds himself staring into Whumper's, which finally - finally - contain some sort of emotion.
| Etho and the Villies, Post 6th session Past Life, 2.5k words
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Details and warning: Foursome, Transmasc Grian, Transfem Pearl, Hair pulling, multiple orgasms, sorta dubcon(Etho like never gets to talk but he is given an out), death threats(Grian just threatened to kill Etho a bunch)
Grian was pissed, Etho could tell that much. Gem was almost just as angry, and Pearl seemed to just follow whatever they were feeling as well, though she clearly didn’t care as much. But Grian was pissed, and Etho could feel his eyes on his back as he dug out another section of the square hole as punishment.
Etho tried not to think about it too much. His little friends with benefits situation he had with the Villies might be coming to an end, just because of his sheer stupidity and boogyman blindness that seemed to take over his body. He really did enjoy it, his situation with the trio, as it was a good bit different than his deal with the rest of the cabin boys. While the cabin boys could be rough and ready at any moment, Etho’s relationship with the Villies was softer and some could say even sillier.
Etho tried to pretend he wasn’t at least a little turned on by this entire thing. He felt like prey being hunted by a predator. He ignored Grian’s staring, trying to hide his half hard bulge from the other man. He wasn’t exactly sure what Grian’s approach was, whether he was going to kill Etho or fuck him into the ground. Etho, and his growing hardness, really hoped it was the latter, especially if Gem and Pearl were also involved.
The two spent maybe all of 15 minutes before Etho heard Grian’s pickaxe stop swinging and no more stone breaking. He went to turn around to see what Grian’s plan was, before his shoulders were grabbed and his chest was slammed into the stone in front of him. Etho had to hold his head back from being slammed into the wall as well. Before a voice spoke, he felt a body, much smaller than his own, press into his back.
“This is not for you to enjoy, ok? You’re going to sit here, give me what I want, and not complain, got it?” Grian’s voice was dark, speaking roughly into Etho’s ear. “You fucked up, so now you’re going to make it up to me. For as long as I want.” Grian grabbed his shoulders again, turning him back around and now slamming his back into the stone and crashing their lips together. Etho was quick to assume position, closing his eyes and letting Grian take the lead, though not before pressing his thigh in between the smaller’s legs. Grian’s hips rolled forward as he bit on Etho’s lower lip, causing the taller to gasp. Grian took the open opportunity to shove his tongue into Etho’s mouth, asserting his dominance over the situation even further.
The two sloppily made out for a few minutes, hips bucking against each other, before Etho heard the wood of a nearby ladder creaking. As curious as he was, Etho didn’t dare pull back to look, mostly because he could assume who was approaching, but also because he was slightly scared of what Grian might do to him. Luckily, he didn’t need to wait long to confirm his suspicions, as Grian detached, panting.
“You are not to touch or ask for anything. You’re here for us, to make up for all the shit you pulled today, you hear?” Grian gave him a few seconds if he wanted to back out, or called a time out, or anything. Etho gave a small, but firm nod, not breaking eye contact. In an instant, Grian’s eyes turned dark again. He put his hands back onto Etho’s shoulders and Etho was ready for heated kissing, but instead was pulled away from the way and onto his knees instantly.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, ok?” Grian grabbed Etho’s hair and yanked back to force Etho to look him in the eyes. “You’re going to suck me off, without touching yourself, or I’ll kill you. Then, it’s all three of us at once,” Grian gestured to Gem and Pearl standing behind him, looking very interested in the scene in front of them. “And if you so much as one sound, it’s over for you. This is not about you. I don’t care if you cum, I don’t care if you don’t. You’re here for us to use.”
With that, Grian shoved Etho away from him slightly, before moving to unzip his pants and take them off. Etho, thanks to color of Grian’s underwear, could see a clear dark, wet patch outlining Grian’s arousal. A second later, Grian’s underwear followed his pants, revealing his needy hole, clenching slightly.
Once again, Grian roughly grabbed Etho’s hair, pulling him forward into his crotch. Grian made no moves to make it easier for the other man, instead leaving Etho to worm his tongue down and into Grian’s hole, finding his clit.
Etho licked a long, broad stripe up Grian’s hole, ending it by circling the tip of his tongue around Grian’s rock hard clit. Grian doubled over slightly, balling his hands in Etho’s hair, letting out breathy moans.
Etho continued to eagerly lap at Grian's leaking hole, using the whole of his tongue to lick around Grian’s hole and focusing the tip of his tongue on his clit. Etho pulled back slightly to take a deep breath, his eyes catching on Gem and Pearl, caught in their own world, hips pressed against each other and lips locked tightly.
Etho dove back in, lapping up the slick leaking from Grian, now switching to shoving his tongue up into Grian’s loosened hole.
“Ohhh, yeah, keep going, almost there, oh,” Grain’s eyes were screwed shut, pulling sharply on Etho’s hair. Grian humped his mouth for a few more minutes before freezing up slightly, but pulling Etho closer. Etho continued licking around grains hole, sucking up the slick gushing out of Grian’s pussy, before Grian pushed him away, panting.
“Take off your clothes and get on your back.” Grian spat at him. He looked back at Gem and Pearl, who were now pulled away from each other. Grian motioned for the both of them to take off their clothes before removing the rest of his own. A small pile of various armor, pants, and shirts formed towards the wall next to them.
“I’m going to ride you, Gem’s taking your mouth, and Pearl’s going in your ass, and you’re going to take it without a single complaint, or I’m going to kill you.” Grian made a point to end every command with a reminder that this is supposed to be a punishment, that he could take Etho down to yellow at any moment.
The next few moments happened in a blur to Etho, with the trio taking their position on all sides of him. His entire view was obstructed by Gem’s glistening pussy lowering down onto his face. Etho caught a glimpse of Gem’s proud smirk before closing his eyes, taking inventory of his entire body.
Pearl shoved two fingers into Etho’s unprepped asshole without warning, clearly wanting to get her main event started as soon as possible. Etho got lost in the feeling of Pearl pumping her fingers in and out of him and the radiating warmth of Gem’s own arousal before he was quickly snapped back to reality by Grian’s searing heat hovering over his hard cock.
Instead of immediately dropping down like Etho expected, Grian let just the tip of Etho’s dick enter him, letting out a soft moan. Etho then felt the blunt tip of Pearl’s cock breach his own asshole, also not entering him the entire way.
“Ready?” Grian asked, and though Etho couldn’t see who he might’ve been looking to when he said that, he could assume it wasn’t aimed towards him. There must’ve been some sort of nonverbal signal, because in an instant, Grian relaxed his thighs, dropping down entirely onto Etho, and Pearl snapped her hips forward sharply, burying her cock deep into Etho’s ass.
The combined stimulation, coupled with the delicious smell of Gem’s dripping pussy directly above his nose and mouth sent Etho into overdrive, cumming instantly into Grian’s hot cunt. That didn’t deter any of the trio, however, as Grian started to ride Etho’s overstimulated cock that never actually softened following his orgasm.
Pearl was thrusting into Etho in a pattern to match Grian’s movements. Whenever Grian lifted himself off of Etho, Pearl would thrust deep into Etho, and whenever Pearl would pull away, Grian would slam himself back down onto Etho's cock. Gem, however, was not moving, instead pulling Etho’s hair, similarly to how Grian did early, right into her warm hole.
“Etho,” Grian said sharply, “if you don’t get your head out of your ass right now, I’m going to kill you.” That woke Etho up slightly, enough to recognize that Gem didn’t expect to put any effort into her pleasure, instead expecting Etho to do all the work.
Etho, with renewed vigor, licked up into Gem, widening his tongue as much as possible to open up Gem’s folds and like a broad stripe on her pussy. Like he did with Grian, he switched between large, lapping strokes with his tongue, small kitten licks to her clit, and spearing his tongue up into her hole.
Meanwhile, Grian is riding Etho’s cock like he needs it to live, lifting himself to the very tip before relaxing his thighs, letting gravity slam him back down. His movements are getting sloppier the closer he gets to a second orgasm, his head thrown back and his open mouth moans bouncing off the wide walls of the square hole. If someone were to talk by the Villie’s tower right now, they would definitely be able to hear what was happening below them.
Grian braces himself on Etho’s chest, both hands pressing hand onto Etho’s pecs. There are tears in Grian’s eyes as he rides Etho’s cock as fast as he can. The amount of slick is definitely helping the speed at which he is sliding up and down on Etho. Grian doesn’t last much longer until he seizes up, about halfway down Etho’s cock, hole spasming and gushing more slick before he drops down the rest of the way, panting, but never moving off Etho’s cock.
Behind him, Pearl set a rough pace into Etho’s asshole, aiming for something inside of him. It only took a few thrusts for Pearl to find his prostate, causing Etho to cum up into Grian’s still clenching hole. He let out a deep moan, right up into Gem’s pussy, causing the pit of arousal in her belly to snap.
Gem collapsed forward, bracing her self on her elbows set on either side of Etho’s face, as she lifted her twitching hips, breathing heavily as her pussy gushed fluid right into Etho’s mouth and nose. He continued to lap at Gem’s dripping hole until she lifted her hips high enough he wasn’t able to reach.
“Switch?” Gem looked back at Grian, who had come down from his second orgasm of the night. Clearly, from the smirk he was wearing, it wouldn’t be his last. Grian pulled himself fully off of Etho’s cock, letting out a small breath at the feeling. Gem then stood up fully, assuming the position Grian was in moments before, and Grian doing the same, facing Gem this time instead of having is his back to her, like she did to him.
Pearl continued to plow into Etho’s ass like her life depended on it. Just as Gem lowered herself carefully onto Etho’s already hard again cock, one hand on his chest and one hand holding Grian’s, Pearl’s thrusts became slightly erratic, giving a few last hard snaps of her hips, burying her cock deep into Etho’s ass, filling him up, but making no move to pull off.
Etho moaned loudly, his body a live wire as Pearl’s orgasm triggered another one of his own, cumming inside Gem’s leaking pussy before she had a moment to move. When he didn’t immediately feel Gem lift off his cock to drop down again, he opened his eyes, letting out another gasping moan as he saw Grian and Gem making out above him, their lips tightly locked, Grian feeling up on Gem’s tits and Gem rubbing on Grian’s nipples.
Pearl caught Etho’s gaze, giving him a small sympathetic smile before she started to move her hips again, her cock having twitched back to life at the sight of the pair in front of her, much like Etho’s has.
His body seemed to react on it’s own, as Etho’s hips snapped up slightly into Gem’s cum filled hole as Pearl rocked into Etho, though not as rough as last time. Gem startled slightly, breathing out a high moan into Grian’s mouth, lifting her hips to begin riding Etho.
Grian fully sat himself on the lower half of Etho’s face before he dove right in, lapping up the evidence of Grian’s prior orgasm, as well as taking his own pleasure deep inside of Grian. Etho speared his tongue into Grian’s hole, scooping out what he could of his own cum.
Gem and Grian continued to roughly make out, feeling each other up as their orgasms grew closer. Pearl was the first to snap. For how long her first orgasm took to approach, the second one was waiting impatiently right behind it. Just like before, she snapped her hips sharply, cumming deep against Etho’s prostate, setting him off as well.
Etho bucked his hips as well as he could up into Gem’s awaiting pussy, causing her to come once more again, gushing against his hips, darkening to stone underneath them with her fluid. Etho, as spent as he was after countless orgasm, continued spearing his tongue into Grian’s pulsing cunt, wanting to make him cum as fast as possible.
It didn’t take long for Grian to start riding Etho’s face as encouragement for his own final orgasm. It only took a few more targeted swipes of Etho’s tongue to his clit for Grian to shout out a final time, slick gushing from his own spent hole.
Etho lay there panting, covered in a variety of bodily fluids, though many not his own. He kept his eyes shut, but listened carefully as the Villies gathered their things and made their way slowly back up the square hole, though not before taking probably hundreds of pictures of Etho’s limp body in every angle possible.
Etho told himself he would lay there for just a few more minutes before getting himself up and back to the cabin, closing his eyes and taking a deep, slightly shuddering breath. Next time he opened his eyes, he was in his own bed in the cabin, still dirty and still very naked, but tucked carefully into his bed. He doesn’t even want to think about who might've found him, so he just closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
No one expected the rare pair of Victor and Y/n. You two were seemingly complete opposites. You were practically a pacifist, and well, Victor was an assassin. In fact, you didn't know how the two of you worked so well. Victor was violent, but never towards you. Victor never threatened you. He seemed to have an odd soft spot for you. You were like a boss to him. If you said jump, Victor would ask how high. He would follow you anywhere.
In fact, he did. There wasn't a moment in your day when Victor wasn't being constantly updated on your whereabouts. After all, he couldn't have anyone taking his boss from him. You knew he sent men after you... in fact, you could spot them out in a crowd. They weren't exactly the most normal looking crew. But you never told him. If it gave Victor peace of mind, you would let him carve his initials into you so that everyone knew you were his. (You were thankful he hadn't proposed that idea yet.)
Being was Victor was also stressful for you. Not only did you constantly have people coming after you, (you had lost count of how many attempted kidnappings you had been victim of when he and you had first started dating) but you also constantly worried that each day would be Victor's last. Its not that you doubted his strength and ability, its that you overestimated the other people in Gotham. Anytime he was even a minute late home from work, you were spamming his phone with text after text. He usually replied after a minute, but sometimes he would get caught up in a job, and you would he left for 10 minutes wondering if he was dying somewhere in an alley.
One of Victor's favorite bonding moments was having you fix him up. Whether it was a nick in his arm, or a whole stab wound, he would always come up to you. He had an amazingly high pain tolerance, but he had a tendency to play up the pain for sympathy points.
"Y/N! Be careful please... it hurts really bad." Victor pouted, tenderly peeling his bloodstained shirt off and sitting on the edge of your shared bed. You always had a problem with gawking at him when he was shirtless. I mean, who wouldn't. He was totally ripped.
"I know, Vic... but if I don't clean it out it'll get infected. And then it'll hurt like a bitch." You hummed, using the cloth that you had soaked in a mixture of water and alcohol to dab at the stab wound near his abdomen. You were sat between his legs, on your knees so that you were at eye level with his wound.
"Ooh, I'm having a bad influence on you, aren't I, Y/n? I don't think I've even heard you swear so casually before." He smirked, messing up your hair. You looked up at him, glaring a bit before gently swatting his hand away.
"Just let me clean you up, dumbass. Try not to get any blood on our sheets. Those were expensive." You huffed, wiping the blood off of him and fumbling around for some gauze and wound wrap. You applied the wrappings and stood up, taking the bloody water and rag into the bathroom to clean out. Once you were done, you walked back over to Victor, standing in front of him, observing him as he fiddled with his bandages. You slapped his hand away, making a tsk noise.
"Stop messing with them, stupid." You grumbled, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers when he reached to mess with the bandages again.
Victor smirked, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing the top of it. "Of course, I know. Now stop with the nagging will ya?" He chuckled, and you followed with a chuckle of your own. Victor pulled you closer to him and you soon found urself plopped down on his lap, and he had his arm wrapped around your waist.
"You know... I might get hurt more often if it means I get to have you patch me up." He smirked, planting a kiss on your forehead.
لمن المخ يزدحم بالمشاكل والأشغال أحاول اطلع هالمشاكل كلها على حده مره وحده على ورقه بيضا، المشاكل ممكن تكون على شكل حاجه احتاج أخلصها أو شيء أبغا اتعلمه أو شيء منتظرته أو أو أو، كذا أشوفها قدامي اوثق الأولوياات وبعدها أرسملها خطه زمنيه على حسب الأولويه.
الفكره هي ، ايش الأشياء اللي اقدر اتحكم فيها والأشياء اللي مااقدر أتحكم فيها بناء عليه أنا أشتغل على الأشياء اللي أقدر اتحكم فيها وأعطيها ألأولويه وارتبها من ألاهم الى الأقل أهميه، فيها أشياء تتخلص في يوم وفيه اشياء تحتاج سنه او سنتين، فيه أشياء بس تحتاج احجزلها موعد وفيه أشياء تحتاج دراسه وخطه محكمه، البعثره هي سبب التأخر وبالتالي تراكم المهام والمسؤوليات بالتالي الواحد يحس أنو مشغول ومتوتر بس مو عارف ليش، الشيء الثاني هو ضروره وضع خطط احتياطيه لكل شيء، لكل فرصه لها خطه احتياطيه، لكل مهمه اناا ابغا اسويها أحتاج هدف من وراها، هل انا فعلا احتاج اسوي هالشيء؟هل يخدمني؟ ومتى انا اقدر اتوقع الوقت اللي بيخدمني فيه.
نقدر نبنيها على هيئه SMART GOAL بشكل أكثر دقه
على سبيل المثال وحده من المهمات هي
تعلم الفرنسيه خلال سنه من خلال تطبيق busuu لمده ساعه يوميا، السماع للبودكاست أسبوعيا والكتابه في قروب الغه الفرنسيه يوميا. هذي خطه انا وضعتها، هل بالضروىه تكون بيرفكت؟ لا بس عالاقل انا خطه واضحه تحتها تندرج تفاصيل كثير مثل
المستوى الحالي في اللغه الفرنسيه
المستوى المفترض الوصول إليه
المهارات المطلوبه في اللغه وماا إن كانت كل المهارات مستوفاه مثل ال speaking, writing, listening and reading.
حلو نكتب الأهداف بوضوح ونعرف قد ايش تعنيلنا لانو حتتطلب جهد ووقت، كلشيء في هالحياه يتطلب وقت وجهد، الفكره هي اختيار الأشياء اللي تستاهل هالوقت والجهد بالنسبه لنا.
Laurent shifted slightly. Having company was good, and the knowledge that he’d soon be out of the basement was even better, but he wasn’t used to this anymore, and being so closely examined by his master was making him nervous.
The restraints had been on for so long now that he’d given up on having a proper posture, and suddenly trying to kneel was almost painful. The manacles were pulling uncomfortably against his wrists, and when he’d shifted to greet his master, one of the chains had ended up under him and was now digging painfully into him.
With his head bowed, not only was the collar tighter around his neck, but his eyes were looking directly at the flashlight; he wasn’t used to it anymore. The light was bright, and his master’s scent was strong and there was so much noise – he felt a little overwhelmed.
And his master kept looking at him.
He heard the front door open again, startling. His master didn’t seem worried, but Laurent couldn’t help his anxiety: as soon as whoever had entered the house had approached the basement, he’d felt it. The pressure that always came with older vampires.
He’d been the youngest for a very long time, before being sold to his master, but even then, he’d never felt so strong a pressure – it was almost choking. There was ice in his vein, pure terror that made him struggle against his restraints for the first time.
Older vampires had to be killed for a reason: they’d gone mad, attacking everything around them while refusing to obey anyone. His breath hitched. He was useless, defenceless. His master would die and then he’d be killed, without even being allowed to move. Laurent looked up, desperately trying to meet his master’s gaze – the muzzle prevented him from warning them but maybe-
The man was entirely too calm. Speaking soothing nonsense at Laurent like they weren’t both going to die. Still. He’d been told to stop struggling, and so he forced himself still. At least the muzzle made it so that his pathetic whimpers wouldn’t be heard.
The basement door opened and Laurent almost spasmed forcing himself to stay still. He couldn’t have raised his eyes if he’d been ordered to, the pressure unbearable. A second pair of shoes came in view, and Laurent finally stopped whimpering. His master hadn’t flinched, and their voice was warm as they greeted the newcomer. A pit formed in his stomach.
“He started panicking but I-”
The shoes came closer to him. Whatever had just arrived crouched in front of him and Laurent lowered his eyes as soon as he saw their knees flex.
“Look at me.”
The voice was deep, calm. It sounded fucking ancient and if Laurent had had a heart, it would have beaten right out of his chest. His eyes moved up, meeting a pitch-black pair.
They were crouched a bit behind his master. Such dark eyes meant they had fed recently, and they had come from outside, alone, and they weren’t kneeling and they had commanded him with their master right here.
He settled a little. At least his new master was safe. Probably from a rich household, to be able to keep a pet like this. He tried not to feel disappointed. He had started to like his master. Maybe he’d be kept as housekeeper, but he doubted it – the man likely had many more servants at home, better ones.
“It’s been at least three months.”
His master hissed sympathetically. “Not good. I wanted to take that muzzle off but I’m not sure we can risk it.”
Laurent’s eyes flickered to him. Risk? His master hadn’t talked to his previous owner, then. He had been lacking in many aspects – but never control. He’d been bought from one of the best institutes in the country, after all; their promise of perfectly behaved monsters to serve you had never once been broken.
“We can take the restraints off and assess from there. I’ll protect you.”
The voice was staid, confident. His eyes flickered back to the older monster. Their aura was strong enough to affect Laurent, and they were undoubtedly stronger and faster. Maybe they even had an ability.
They wouldn’t need any of it, but it was cautious of his master to take such precautions. It would also help Laurent make a good impression.
“Hey,” Laurent tilted his head as much as he could to show his master he was listening. “My colleague will take the restraints off. It’s- I’d rather you didn’t attack, but I understand instincts can be…”
Laurent forced himself to meet his master’s eyes, trying to shake his head. He wouldn’t attack. No matter what. He had been trained to neutralise himself before it came to that – and he wasn’t that far gone.
“Well. They’ll stop you. It won’t be held against you, if you attack. We understand.”
His master straightened and took a few steps back, putting the older monster between himself and Laurent. He pointed the flashlight at the floor and nodded solemnly.
Laurent couldn’t help but to tense as his brethren approached. They didn’t try to reassure him, grabbing the chains binding his ankles. Those were broken in a single quick move, a hint of surprise in their eyes – “That was silver.” The chains on his wrists got the same treatment.
For the one around his neck, they ordered him still. He was frozen, but they still carded their fingers through his hair, holding him firmly before pulling sharply.
He stayed frozen for a second. He hadn’t been able to move for – at least three months, if he believed their evaluation.
Laurent lunged forward, prostrating himself properly at his new master’s feet. It felt almost painful, stretching muscles that hadn’t been moved in ages.
The basement was deadly quiet; his master was holding his breath, but Laurent didn’t look up.
He heard the footsteps from the older monster as they circled around him to stand beside their master.
“That’s- Please don’t stay like this-”
He heard his master shuffle, maybe to grab his arm, and stayed perfectly still. The older vampire stopped him, speaking firmly.
“Stand up.”
Laurent obeyed instantly, with his head bowed. Until proven otherwise, he’d assume they had almost as much authority as his master. He’d obey them, as long as they didn’t contradict him.
“You’re quite young. I’m surprised by your restraint.”
He kept his head bowed, pride curling in his stomach. He was. The older monster sounded impressed. Maybe institutes as good as his didn’t exist where they were. He remembered he had travelled for a long time before reaching this house.
That was a good sign; he’d probably be kept. Then it was only a matter of being better.
“Look at me.” He raised his eyes to meet theirs as ordered, surprised at the glint of sadness in there. “If I take that muzzle off, will you attack him?”
Laurent violently shook his head. The two seemed excessively concerned. Cautiousness was to be expected but surely, they knew rabid vampires would attack on sight? He moved to kneel again, already bowing his head to show how well-trained he was. His master’s voice stopped him – “Don’t!”
He froze.
“I don’t like this, Morthas.”
He’d already disappointed his master. He should have known better; taking initiatives was what always got him into troubles. Laurent had never managed to learn better.
“Neither do I.”
Still, the older monster stepped behind him slowly, hands raised and ready to react. Laurent kept the utmost stillness, head bowed obediently. He even held back his flinch when cold fingers touched the back of his neck, searching for the clasp.
The muzzle tightened very slightly as they pulled, and then the pressure on his face was gone completely. He parted his lips slightly and it fell to the ground with a loud noise.
His face felt raw but he ignored it, dropping to his knees again. Laurent hadn’t forgotten his training and ignored everything – his parched throat, the light burning his eyes, the ancient monster behind him, the months he’d spend in darkness – to speak the words he’d practiced in his head for a very long time.
“Welcome home, master.”
(hi? i think you asked to be tagged. if that's not the case, im very sorry, otherwise, i hope you've enjoyed this <3)
ok i struggled so bad for this chapter. idkwhy. laurent finally leaving the basement??? big W.
Silence fell over the basement. Laurent kept his eyes on the floor, on a spot between his master’s feet. The longer he waited, the more he could find mistakes. He wasn’t kneeling quite right, he hadn’t bowed his head low enough, his palms were down instead of up – little things that made him want to shrivel up.
His master was holding his breath, and he couldn’t hear the other vampire anymore. He kept his eyes focused on his spot and waited for instructions, failing not to tense. He hadn’t expected this; neither anger nor approval.
“Stand up.”
He obeyed without a thought. His eyes didn’t move from the spot he had picked. Someone cleared their throat and he froze. He had dreamt – had been dreaming about just this for months and yet he was already behaving so pathetically.
“Do you… Would you explain the situation to me? I’m not sure I understand.”
He sounded so nice. Obviously, he hadn’t known about Laurent. Which was fine.
It wasn’t anyone’s fault that Laurent had started fantasizing about serving a new master the second the man had crossed the mantle of the house. At least he had been taken out of his bindings. He tried not to sound bitter.
“I… I assumed you had acquired the house, sir.”
A meaningful silence above him. The two were exchanging equally as meaningful looks, Laurent assumed.
He tried not to shift too much. Things didn’t bode very well for him, but he could- maybe he could convince the man to keep him. At least show he was useful enough to not be worth the paperwork.
The man opened his mouth once, twice to speak; but was interrupted by the vampire.
“A slight misunderstanding, then. Would you answer a few questions?”
Laurent glanced up, eyes darting between the two of them. It wouldn’t do, if the older vampire antagonised his – possible – master.
“Of course.”
“Your name?”
His eyes immediately darted to the human. He wet his lips and spoke slowly.
“Laurent. But- I can- I’ll answer to anything, sir.”
Laurent wasn’t quite looking at the man, but he directed the words as much as he could. Obedient. He had to show how obedient and well-behaved he was.
“Are you alone here, Laurent?”
The only thing in his favour was that master hadn’t left him behind while taking all the other servants with him. There had never been other servants here.
“Yes. Master only had me to take care of the house.”
Back to silence. Maybe Laurent was imagining the tension. It crept along his fine and he shivered slightly. Perhaps he was being too obvious – it was good to be eager, but ultimately it was up to the human to choose.
The man finally spoke, his voice sharper than his vampire. Laurent bowed his head again, eyes settling on an odd-shaped spot once more.
“…What was your role here, Laurent?”
He didn’t look up, barely holding back a wince.
“…General housekeeping, sir. I never… received special training.”
There were very few cases like his. The institute Laurent had received his training in usually sent out qualified, specialised staff – cooks and musicians and secretaries and anything clients had asked them for. He was-
“Morthas is right. There’s been a slight misunderstanding. Look at me?”
Laurent cast his eyes slightly up, enough to see his new master – ? – force a smile on his face.
“But that’s – we’ll settle this later. We’ll take you to the hospital, first.”
He met the man’s eyes in surprise. Hospital? Laurent wasn’t even hurt. If they wanted identification, he was sure his papers were somewhere – the bedroom, surely, or somewhere in the living room. He dared to speak.
“There’s no need, sir. I’d be glad to start working immediately.”
Silence, again. Laurent’s eyes found a spot immediately. Idiotidiotidiotidiot. So soon and he’d already gone against his master’s order. “Apologies.” Why couldn’t he just comply.
The vampire stepped closer and he stilled, eyes on the boots in front of him. Fingers settled under his chin, and he followed obediently as they raised his head.
“No need. There are a few things to discuss, but I assume Peter wants you fed before that.”
Laurent couldn’t help the dart of his eyes. Not that he assumed the older vampire was lying, but… That was very kind of the man. Feeding him before he’d even begun to prove himself. He almost knelt again but there were still fingers under his chin, which flexed as soon as he thought about it. He bowed his head again.
