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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.

@fausthighmore

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Help || Raph & Aleixo

Raphael always loved heat week. He had the fortune of never experiencing it himself yet reaping all the benefits as an incubus who feasted upon sexual energy. And heat week in Krovs, as always, provided more than enough of a meal comparable to Thanksgiving. He’d already gotten his appetizer with his slaves a few rounds before he ventured out into the castle to assist the others worthy of his time and attention.

The moment he stepped out the door, however, he immediately recognized one scent nearby. How could he not? He’d experienced heat with the source of that scent for many, many years. He rushed towards it in a flash of supernatural speed, finding Aleixo all by himself and outside his master’s suite. In one swift movement, the demon had the phoenix by the throat and slammed him back up against the nearest wall. Raph pinned him there easily, a low noise rumbling in his throat as he inhaled the other’s desire and need wafting off of his skin.

“I’m surprised to see you out here, little bird,” he hummed, licking a slow line up his former slave’s neck all the way to his ear. From what he knew, Leon wasn’t the type to share. Those that didn’t share didn’t let their slaves wander around freely during heat week where all sorts of opportunities would await. Opportunities like Raph. “Has your dear master abandoned you already?”

@aleixopallis

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help.

@nxminwook.

A noite corria bem. Relaxamento era algo pouco presente em seu dia a dia, sua existência resumindo-se às preocupações de seu trabalho e às mínimas interações sociais que possuía. Entretanto, fora arrastado para fora de casa por Jongsuk e, embora fingisse irritação, Taehyun se sentia satisfeito por poder espairecer sua mente, após tantas ocorrências caóticas. Decidiu voltar para casa sozinho, sabendo que o mais novo tinha outras preocupações, também optando por voltar a pé, já que caminhar pela ilha era deveras reconfortante para si. Havia pouco movimento pela região, o que era estranho para si, mas lhe deixava grato ao mesmo tempo. Precisava daquele silêncio para pensar, sempre buscando racionalizar seus sentimentos até que estes não existissem. Aquilo não se tornara mais possível, porém. Ao passar pelo local que encontrara Minwook, logo teve de lidar com um fluxo intenso de memórias, as boas, as ruins, e as que o tornaram amargurado. Ainda não conseguia entender o que se passara naquela noite, nem muito menos o que as palavras trocadas na manhã seguinte poderiam dizer. Há muitos anos não se sentia tão confuso. Suspirou pesadamente, parando no meio da rua enquanto sua mente reconstruía o acontecido. Deus, era um grande idiota.

Seus devaneios logo foram interrompidos ao ouvir pequenos grunhidos de dor, seu olhar sendo atraído para um beco mal iluminado. — Minwook...? — chamou, mal conseguindo acreditar que encontrava o antigo namorado abandonado na rua pela segunda vez em um período tão curto de tempo. Não tinha ideia do que poderia estar acontecendo com ele, mas a preocupação que sentia na boca de seu estômago permanecia a mesma. Por vezes, desejava nunca tê-lo visto novamente: ao menos daquela forma, podia simplesmente convencer-se de que Minwook estava feliz, que nunca havia precisado de si em sua vida, e então lhe restava lidar apenas com sua dor, e não com a necessidade latente de tomá-lo em seus braços e acolhê-lo em sua casa. Ao aproximar-se, porém, agachando-se para ajudá-lo a levantar-se, em uma repetição do que havia feito da última vez, pode observar o sangue que escorria por seu pescoço. A surpresa fez com que seu corpo se movesse na direção oposta, um grito lhe escapando antes que qualquer reação pudesse tomar conta de seu corpo. Sua mente foi tomada pelo desespero, suas mãos trêmulas pegando o celular para que pudesse discar para o número de emergência. Xingamentos lhe escapavam enquanto estava na linha, seu instinto o levando a improvisar uma atadura sobre o pescoço alheio com sua blusa, permanecendo apenas com sua jaqueta. O que diabos ele estava pensando? Por que estava naquele estado — não apenas sangrando, mas miserável? Por que Taehyun era quem tinha de encontrá-lo assim, pálido e tão vazio de vida?

Forçou-se a engolir o desespero enquanto pressionava o ferimento, coração batendo apressado enquanto tentava conversar com o mais velho, fazê-lo reagir.

Não demorou para que a ambulância chegasse. Um local como Nami não possuía inúmeras emergências, por óbvio. Taehyun mal soube o que dizer para os socorristas, permanecendo ao lado de Minwook em um estado catatônico. Não conseguia processar tamanha carga emocional (até porque, há anos não sentia nada parecido). Encontrá-lo havia sido bagunça o suficiente, as sensações de sua juventude brotando em sua pele como ora como flores, ora como espinhos. Agora, encontrá-lo definhando em um beco era demais para si: não possuía reação, apenas sentindo seu corpo tremer e seu coração agitar-se, uma preocupação desumana parecendo apossar-se de si. Foi só ao vê-lo sendo acolhido pelos médicos que a dor passou a dominar como um soco no estômago. O que faria se Minwook morresse? O que faria com todas as perguntas, respostas e verdades que precisava dizer? O que faria com o amor mal resolvido que possuía? Privilegiado pela condição de acompanhante do enfermo, conseguiu adentrar no quarto do advogado assim que sua condição foi estabilizada, permanecendo ao lado de sua cama durante toda a madrugada. Não comeu e, tirando o breve cochilo de quinze minutos que tirou perto do amanhecer, não dormiu. Não conseguia pensar em mais nada além daquela situação análoga a um de seus piores pesadelos. Levantou-se de sua poltrona para alongar-se, não resistindo à sua tentação: sentou-se ao lado de Minwook, seus dedos tocando o rosto dele, que já havia recuperado alguma cor. — Acorde, por favor. — pediu, incerto de seu estado. — Vamos lá. Você precisa ver o sol nascer. Você ainda gosta disso...? — sua voz, rouca e fraca, mal era ouvida no quarto vazio. Sentia o choro preso em sua garganta, porém recusava-se a deixá-lo sair. Precisava ser forte — não por si, mas por Minwook.

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Help Me ||Harlow&Ainsley

For the most part, Harlow had been doing well for the last few weeks. She was able to keep her attitude under control and didn’t say the first thing that popped into her head all of the time. She was learning and she couldn’t be more proud of herself for that, but there was something about her last scene with Frankie that caused a less than subtle shift in her. She didn’t understand it. The basis of their scene had been her own idea and yet she felt off the entire time afterwards. There was something that made her feel out of control as if she was spiraling and didn’t know how to stop it. So she did the only thing she knew how to do: she pushed back at whoever came to her first. It had all resulted in a punishment, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about it when she understood just how serious it was. As much as she wanted to be alone, she knew it wasn’t wise and the only person she trusted enough was Ainsley. So there was no hesitation in allowing her sister over. She was quick to answer the door when there was a knock. She had no idea what came over her. Before she knew it, she was wrapping herself around Ainsley and crying.

@ainsley-corcoran

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Help ⇨ ft. Kibum and Sora

@professor-kibum

Sora had a strong interest for plants --- But it wasn’t something she was good with. Her soft orbs watched over her withering bonsai tree. She did everything she thought of doing, minus magic. She wanted to try the muggle way of treating things --- But it seemed to be failing her since she was so out of tune with that world.

“Ughhh.” She pouted a bit, hands taking a hold of the plant as she held it close to her frame and rather delicately. She didn’t want to harm it no more than it already was. Who would she go to? She heard about the new herbology professor from a hufflepuff and figured she would give him a chance.

As she ventured out towards his green house, the overpowering smell of random flowers mixed together attacked her senses --- It was beautiful, yet almost too much where she couldn’t handle it. “Professor?” She called out, her voice soft as she walked around and looked over the various plants he had in his possession.

It made her sad that she wasn’t good at this, but at least she could say she tried. In all honesty, she believed a housemate of hers did something to it.

“My little bonsai tree needs your magical healing powers.. Miri sent me this way” She sighed, eyes falling to the plant she cradled. “Help me?”

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Help | Laura, Louis & Jonathan

It was fifteen minutes past the time Christine said she would meet her. Laura kept checking her father’s pocketwatch, watching each minute tick by with increasing anxiety. After everything she’d told her, she found it impossible to imagine Christine being late. Would she be overreacting, if she were to get someone after fifteen minutes? Should she wait twenty? Her heart began to pound. She had circled around the room several times, even checked another clock to be certain that her father’s watch was correct.

Once eighteen minutes had passed, she made her decision.

Louis, Lestat and Jonathan were the ones who could help her. She went to the room she knew both Louis and Lestat to say, knocking on it hurriedly and hard enough to hurt her knuckles. The mere thought that harm could have befallen Christine was enough to make her ill, especially because she had known what she planned to do - and she had allowed her to go down to the cellars alone. It would be her fault, should anything happen! She should have insisted that Christine not go. She should have followed her, despite the promise she made.

Various regrets raced in her mind while she waited for someone to open the door. “Excuse me, is anyone there? It is Miss Hargrave.” Even though she tried to speak steadily, her voice shook with fear and emotion.

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help || Matteo & Anthony

The second his idiot friends started cutting up lines of coke on the glass coffee table, Matteo had reeled. Drunk or not, he knew he was in way over his head and as much as he didn’t want to admit defeat to his brother, he needed help. Without a word to his friends, Matteo got up and scrambled for the door.

He wouldn’t have thought to go to the little corner store nearby, but it was a good idea and Matteo went along with Anthony’s suggestion. He stood in the small aisles, his hands fidgeting at his sides uncontrollably, wishing he wasn’t so drunk, wishing he wasn’t so weak, just wishing he was better at everything.

@anthonycastellano

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