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Exchange || Finn & Faust

Ever since Gareth allowed him, Finn took full advantage of the few hours a day he could shift into his golden retriever form. He even had Malcolm go out and pick him up some new bones and toys since whatever he’d had with Ben had been taken away or whatever the hell Raiden did with them. With Gareth and Bradley out and a suite all to himself, Finn turned on the TV to some Law and Order marathon and sprawled out on the couch, gnawing away at a worn out looking bone. Some might consider it a weird habit given he wasn’t actually a dog but a person who shifted into one, however, he found it to be another form of stress relief. 

He immediately shot up when he heard the door to the suite opening. The familiar rested his head on the back of the couch with ears perked forward, watching intently for whoever was coming in and hoping it wasn’t Gareth just yet. 

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It had been some time since Lucien perused the catalog of slaves. Never finding many of interest for anything more than experimentation, which the master did have a number he was working on, but had yet to find any that fit what he required. He was currently in need of a stag, which the castle had yet to acquire, much to Lucien’s dismay as he’d put in multiple requests for one with Matthew who he was sure was no longer logging them. 

Still he kept browsing knowing full well he’d not find what he wanted, or specifically wanted for experimentation in his lab. The recent mischief that had run through the castle offered Lucien some interesting opportunities and tugged at that off kilter curiosity that fueled him, though this time it was aimed internally. Lucien had never wanted to be a vampire, but now that he was, and was resigned to it knowing there was no going back to human, he preferred the company of creatures he considered his equal to bed. Obviously no slave would meet that criteria, but they held a different sort of allure. 

The manicured finger ran over the rough looking exterior on the digital screen of the tablet he held. He wondered if the photo was taken after a few months in the undercroft with how overgrown and rough he looked, though it was rather flattering on the other in Lucien’s opinion. His type was usually the well put together, groomed, and spoken type where it was clear that money and power followed in their wake. But there was a wholly different side that toyed and tangled with beasts like Raiden and Syd. That enjoyed the marred skin and rough hands moving over his skin. 

Absently he clicked the order button as he read the bit of info on the slave. A witch, which was actually something he could use. Grated Marcus had offered assistance to Lucien and his experiments, but if he had a witch at his beck and call it would save time and also allow him to keep his studies from the prying eyes of other masters knowing full well that vampires were currently united, but when it came down to it Lucien’s only focus was his country and having the most formidable defense and offence should a true uprising happen.  

The one thing he would say is the castle was rather efficient in delivering slaves promptly on the rare occasion he ordered one. He’d have to give Matthew credit for that at the very least. He’d gotten so far as to pull a bottle of blood wine when a knock came to his door and he moved to it opening it to see the slave looking as rough as his picture before him. “Mr. Jones I presume.” He said nodding for the guard to bring the slave into his suite, which the dutifully did before departing. Lucien still held the bottle in his hand as he returned to the kitchen. “Are you of the Jones line out of Australia? There was a notable surgeon that carried your surname. Philip Sydney Jones. He studied in Paris shortly. A great mind indeed.” Lucien said with indifference as he popped the cork on the bottle and poured the wine into a canter letting it breathe as he turned to face the slave once more. “I would imagine such a delicate and demanding profession is not something one such as you pursued.” He said turning back to the wine and glasses pouring two. “That said, I’m rather curious as to what it is a man of your....disposition does to occupy his time.” Lucien said drawing his shorter from before the other offering the glass to him, the height difference not at all swaying the balance of power in the suite. 

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Memories || Finn & Faust

At first, Finn believed the images that overwhelmed him in his sleep to be one very long, very intense, very realistic dream. It was the only thing that made sense despite the lingering anxiety, heartache, and lord knew what else he couldn’t quite describe in that moment. He’d never had a dream like that before nor had anything like that left him this unnerved. Gareth, thankfully, wasn’t in bed with him when he woke early that morning so Finn took the opportunity to wander out of the suite and find solace in processing through whatever omen or fever dream he’d just had. Maybe he’d drank too much before bed although that seemed highly unlikely. 

Like usual in Krovs, word seemed to spread like wildfire. Apparently he hadn’t been the only one to have such a bizarre dream and he heard further suggestions that these were memories 500 years into a future yet to pass. It sounded ridiculous, but did it really though in a world full of magic? This wouldn’t be the first time someone decided to mess with time in Krovs either. The realization of what his future might look like only twisted his stomach more and he returned to the suite. Surprisingly for once, Faust’s bedroom door was open and Finn wondered if the witch knew he would be looking for him first. A heavy weight settled in his chest as he stopped in the doorway, the memories of what their future not together flashing through his mind. He knocked on the doorframe and cleared his throat. “Hey, you, um, you got a minute?” he asked. “I wanted to check in...see how you’re doing.” 

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Careful What You Wish For || Finn & Faust

This wasn’t how Finn expected things to go. Not by a mile. 

Then again, the last thing he’d planned on today was walking in on Gareth murdering Faust. What the hell even happened? What did he miss? He couldn’t think of any reason beyond Gareth just being a psycho for that to occur out of nowhere. Finn had panicked upon the sight, not able to take a second loss of his witch’s life without being able to do something. He thought perhaps that his pleas might incite Gareth into getting actual medical help for Faust to save his life in return for some sexual favor...

Not this. 

He’d fucked up. Big time. And he predicted Faust might not be very happy with how things transpired whenever he woke up. Once he and Gareth finished their business and the transition had been set in motion, Finn took the liberty of moving his witch back to his bed. The more time passed, the more anxious he felt as he mostly remained by Faust’s side, sure he’d need something to feed on when he came to. Finn had done so enough in the past, he felt confident that he could handle Faust’s second time in the newborn stage, even without his demon strength at his disposal. He still happened to be sturdier than most of the slaves in the Undercroft. 

The familiar turned his head when he heard the slightest sound, eyes wide and heart racing erratically as he glanced over at the strigoi. “Faust?” 

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Help || Finn & Faust

Finn didn’t know why he’d even come to this party. He had no intentions of sticking around the Illuminatum any longer. He couldn’t. He knew how bad this place was for himself and for Charlie, whom he’d stupidly let live in Raphael’s old home in the village exactly as it’d been when his kid had been enslaved by the bastard ghoul. And Finn himself had been keeping Gareth all this time under the guise of revenge but who was he really torturing at this point? Neither act was healthy and neither would help them feel better about what they’d both gone through with their respective masters. He’d convinced Charlie to leave with him after the party ended, the two of them would return home to Ireland far away from this place and never come back. It’d be for the best to start fresh and properly cope. Hopefully. 

In the meantime, the familiar had one last thing to take care of before he left – the whole matter with Gareth. For the first time in years, his slave wasn’t leashed by his nose ring right at his side and given free rein to roam the party. Finn sat at the bar by himself, his leg bouncing uncharacteristically as he enjoyed a beer. His demonic eyes constantly stayed trained on Gareth around the room. He knew what Faust told him. That he ought to kill the lamia who’d ruined his fucking life for 400 years. And part of him wanted to. It’d be so easy to do for Finn who’d taken down worse monsters in his lifetime. Time ticked on, the party kept going, and the demon still refused to move from his spot, ordering himself another beer and eventually another. His tail twitched anxiously, Finn chewing on his bottom lip and the inside of his cheek while his normally steady hand shook bringing the glass to his mouth. Only a couple hours left and time moved way too fast for Finn’s liking, still watching his slave as he thought best how to do it, how to get Gareth away from the public. Easy enough. He’d bring him back to the suite and then...then what? Stab him through the heart and burn his body and live with that for the rest of his life? 

So consumed by his thoughts, he was violently roused out them by someone ever so slightly brushing against him as they sat next to him. Finn audibly gasped and jerked around, his hand accidentally knocking the last of his beer over. “Shit. I’m sorry––” He didn’t know if it was better or worse that it happened to be Faust. The demon averted his gaze and busied himself with grabbing napkins. “Must’ve had too much to drink,” he muttered the obvious lie. Both of them knew well enough at this point that Finn could easily down three beers without an issue. 

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Blue Christmas || Finn & Faust

Finn squirmed on the couch, wincing and cursing under his breath as a fresh wave of fire burned from his wounds despite the painkiller he’d just taken. The deep lacerations littering about every inch of his back from Gareth’s punishment hurt worse than anything he’d ever faced before. And with his lack of accelerated healing rendering his body essentially human, they were certainly taking more than a toll than they normally would on the demon. Fuck, he almost wished Gareth had killed him and put him out of his misery instead of this, but he knew that was ridiculous to think. He’d recover...eventually. 

He glanced occasionally over towards Faust’s bedroom door, trying his hardest to ignore the merciless stings and aches searing through his nerve endings. Cleaning the cuts out would probably help, unfortunately, they were in a place he couldn’t reach on his own. His eyes darted towards his witch’s door again. Faust wanted nothing to do with him as far as he could tell, however, he also happened to be the closest person that Finn trusted to ask. Gareth, justifiably, didn’t seem to give a shit about his suffering and wouldn’t bother, he guessed. Faust might be in the same boat on his predicament...the worst thing his witch could do was say no. 

The familiar grimaced and sucked in sharp breaths as he slowly rose up to his feet, wrapping the blanket Gareth so kindly gave him for warmth around his shoulders like a cape. He shuffled as quickly as he could with teeth grit tightly together and breathing deeply through his nose on every step. He leaned his weight against the wall and proceeded knocking on Faust’s door endlessly, pressing his forehead against the doorframe and enjoying the coolness of it. At some point, he closed his eyes for a moment of rest, still knock, knock, knocking away. He refused to stop until the witch at least opened it and he didn’t quite know how long that was until his knuckles finally fell against air instead of wood. 

Finn lifted his chin and met Faust’s gaze for a second. “...Hi.” He seemed stunned that this was even happening at all. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, I’m sure you don’t even want to see me right now much less talk to me, but...” He swallowed thickly, dropping his gaze to the floor. “Would you mind...helping me with somethin’? Promise I’ll leave you alone after.” 

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Hot and Cold || Finn & Faust

Finn expected the heat to rise in Krovs from the weather reports. What he had not been prepared for was how sick he felt. Not sick, he realized after a moment, despite the fever raging underneath his skin. Oh no. The irritability, moodiness, cravings for physical contact...he was definitely in heat. And he couldn’t remember it ever being this bad in his near eight hundred years as a demon. Normally, he could suck it up for a couple hours despite his symptoms, but he genuinely needed relief immediately before he – being as dramatic as ever – died. 

As if that wasn’t bad enough, one glimpse in the mirror showed his glamour had completely broken, revealing the pointed ears, devilish fangs, and electric glowing eyes set against jet black he still wasn’t a fan of to this day. Fuck it. He had more important matters to attend to than figuring out who the fuck caused this shit. 

His mind immediately drew to Faust who was right downstairs in the Undercroft these days. It’d been a long time since he’d spent heat week with his witch and knowing that Faust was back alive, back in his life, he couldn’t stop thinking about his touch, his lips against his, that scruffy beard scratching along his jaw...

The demon raced out of his suite like a bat out of hell, arriving in the Undercroft in a second. Maybe this had been a mistake... the groans of need and pleasure, the scent of sex and arousal, the blistering heat brushing against his skin. Fuck, it only made everything that much worse. Finn prayed to literally anyone that Faust was still down here, searching through the cells until he finally found the man he’d been looking for. It took every ounce of self control for the familiar to resist drooling, tongue lolling out while he panted like a dog in heat just looking at the witch. His witch. Without a word, he grabbed Faust by the front of his shirt and dragged him out of the cell and through the Undercroft. “Not a fuckin’ word,” he warned, his upper lip curling in an irritated snarl, “And you better not reject me this time. I need you so fuckin’ bad or I’ll die.” 

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Breaking the Bond || Finn & Faust

After their latest fight, Finn took every opportunity to stay out of the suite when possible. It helped a lot that Gareth agreed to letting him take "riding lessons," which he'd been doing about two or three times a week to scope out escape routes along the bridle path around the castle. In addition, the extra money Gareth gave him that Finn didn't need for weekly groceries went towards clothing and other outdoor gear he knew he'd need to make the trip out of here when that time came. He suspected it'd be at least a day or two on horseback to make it to the private airport about an hour drive away from the castle that the masters without magic utilized. He remembered it from one time that Ben took him out of the castle when he'd been purchased. 

With all his preparations coming together, actually following through on his plan would be any day now. He just needed to do one last thing before he left. 

Finn thought long and hard about what Faust said and why he wanted their bond. Was it really not enough to say that he'd missed their partnership and the intimacy of sharing their emotions and memories together? Maybe they'd moved things too fast with the connection and it'd be best for Faust's – and his own – sanity and mental health to sever things for now. Finn already harbored a lot of anger, anxiety, depression, and guilt among others; he needed some separation from his witch's negative mental space for the time being to sort out his own shit first before they became one again. That, and if he was going to escape by himself, it'd be best to cut all traces behind. Last thing he needed was Faust knowing where he was or sensing the familiar potentially coming into danger.

While he doubted the witch would answer if he knocked, he knew Faust couldn't stay in his room forever. His mortal body required food and water to live. All Finn had to do was wait on the living room couch until his witch came out of his room for a second so he could jump straight to the point. 

"Let's break the bond," he announced, keeping his focus on the television before him.

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