Sensitive Pornograph

'Juan Anut'- 21 || Represented by Rose Zircon Entertainment || Filmography available upon request || Clean, classy & discreet || Member of Packmentality RP

[ofhalealpha-blog]

Derek met the Beta’s gaze, showing no fear nor anger, simply waiting for Cristian to either agree or disagree. The guard not trusting him didn’t bother him, but the fact Derek didn’t trust him either meant he didn’t want this Thomas listening to the conversation he wanted to have with the Omega. The wolf was just doing his job, and maybe he had a strong bond with the one he swore to protect, but he had no business staying around–all the Alpha wanted to do was talk.

He waited for the other to stop coughing, his guilt growing at the realization Cris was yet fully recovered. "I’m not going to hurt him,“ Derek told Thomas, honesty in his voice, not caring if he was believed or not. Cristian was agreeing to talk alone, and that was the only wolf the Alpha needed believing his words. Derek waited until Thomas took Nimue and left, turning to Cristian. Silence fell between them for a moment, the older male swallowing hard before speaking.

”–I’m sorry, for what I did to you. I know that isn’t much, and I don’t expect it to be. I just wanted you to know.“

[urfalseidol]

A better person would graciously accept the apology, absolve Derek of his guilt and send him on his way. A better omega would humbly bow and scrape, astonished that an alpha would so debase himself. Cristian was neither.

“Why?” His voice was flat, with an edge of anger. If Derek wanted absolution, he wouldn’t find it here. “I’m an omega, right? You don’t have to treat me like a person.” 

[ho-stiles]

“If Nim’s got nap time, I would be happy to keep her company.” Stiles said. He waited a beat to clarify.

“Napping. I mean. Someone else can watch her.”

[urfalseidol]

Cristian snorted. continuing to scrutinize the other wolf. He was aware that something big was going on, it would be impossible not to. Thomas had been joined by two additional McCall guards with instructions that their presence was non-negotiable if he wanted to leave the estate. The specifics were less clear, and while he was certain Stiles had them, it was doubtful that he’d share. 

“I think you both need babysitters.” Nim seized the moment to beam at her uncle, reaching out to offer him a slightly damp Cheerio.

“Chee!”

[ofhalealpha-blog]

Derek noticed the way Cristian’s tensed at the sound of his voice, the whimper that left the child’s mouth making the Alpha look away from her. Green eyes settled on the guard that took the pacifier, Derek assuming either the Beta had noticed the way the Omega responded or he was aware of what happened, wondering if Scott knew as well. That rose another question however–if the True Alpha knew Derek hurt Cristian, why hadn’t he gone after him already?

“Yeah,” Derek replied, agreeing with the statement. He remained silent for a moment, lips pressing together slightly, unable to find the right words. “I’m…” Part of Derek didn’t want to say it, his beliefs not supporting the idea he owed anything to the Omega. The other part however, it realized the mistake he’d made, and what hurting innocent wolves meant. “–Could we talk? Alone?”

[urfalseidol]

Thomas met the alpha’s gaze steadily, his face a smooth mask save for a slightly furrowed brow. It was as damning as any spoken judgment for the disciplined beta-guard. He was well aware of what had transpired in his absence, and while he rested equal blame on himself, that still left a healthy amount to lay at Derek’s feet. 

The guard had been sworn to silence, a vow he kept, if unhappily. His first and only allegiance was to Cristian; even when his employer unwisely chose to wander without him. He shifted his weight, the furrowed brow descending into a glare at the alpha’s request. 

Before their last encounter, Cristian might have teased Derek for fumbling with words. Now he fussed nervously with Nim’s sundress, picking at invisible threads as he tried to hide his anxiety. The question caught him off-guard, and he sucked in a breath too sharply, coughing as his tender lungs rebelled. He could feel Thomas’ disapproval gathering above his head like a thunderhead, but he refused to be ruled by fear. 

Once he caught his breath, he nodded and handed Nim off to the guard, raising a hand to silence his protest. “It’ll be alright, Thomas. Just wait for me at the car.” 

[spxce-dxrito]

Wot am Ah doin’ here?

[spxce-dxrito]

“Didn’ ask yeh fer tha sandwich did Ah? Was lookin’ fer a good place an’ not this shite called ‘Subway’”

[urfalseidol]

Cristian shook his head. “The only sandwich I have any expertise with these days is the PB&J.” Nim had been on a bit of a kick, but only with the crusts trimmed off.

[spxce-dxrito]

“Ah really am. Lemme make it up ta yeh an yer wee one!”

[urfalseidol]

Nimue was currently unconcerned with her lost pacifier, fascinated with the unusual appearance of the alpha’s blind eye. She reached out curiously and patted Art’s cheek below it. “Ouch.”

Cristian blinked, then followed her gaze. “Um, yeah baby girl. That’s an ouch.” He bit his lip, concerned the other man might get upset.

[spxce-dxrito]

Wot am Ah doin’ here?

[urfalseidol]

“Dude, do I look like a Subway to you?”

[ho-stiles]

“Maybe it’s time to pack a bigger bag.”

[urfalseidol]

“This one already weighs ten pounds.” Shifting Nim on his hip, he gave the other omega a long look, taking note of the deep bruises under both eyes. “You look like you need a few more naps.” 

[ofhalealpha-blog]

“Still,” Derek said, offering the pacifier the child had dropped back to her father. “Shouldn’t be tossing them out like that.” The Alpha’s gaze dropped from the Omega to Nimue, lips pressing together slightly. “I see you are recovering well.”

[urfalseidol]

A shiver went through Cristian at the sound of Derek’s voice, prompting Nim to whimper as he went perfectly still. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to relax. “Thank you,” he murmured, grateful when Thomas quietly plucked the wayward pacifier from Derek’s hand without being asked. 

Recovering well? Yes, he was, considering the broken ribs that had punctured his lung. The ring of bruises around his throat had almost faded, but the memory was still fresh. “I don’t like hospitals.” He made himself look up at the alpha’s face. “It’s good motivation.”

[silver-bowed-huntress]

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know she was close enough to grab it.” Allison frowned, crouching to pick up the pacifier that Victoria had seconds before grabbed away from Nim, before the baby had thrown it on the ground.

[urfalseidol]

“No problem.” Cristian accepted the wayward pacifier with a smile, tucking it in his pocket before Nim could reclaim it “Victoria, right? She’s getting big!” He made note of Allison’s security detail at the same time he felt his own shift closer. All of the packs had stepped up their security, unwilling to take chances. “She looks great, though.”

[urfalseidol]

“I carry an extra pacifier for Nim in my bag.”

[vicious-argent]

Kate held up her hands in mock surrender. It would be a slow process to win this boy’s trust, but she was a patient hunter who had waited this long to get what she wanted. Moving slowly was better than watching it all tumble, this was too important to mess up. If she could set the fires of rebellion here, then it would spread and omegas all over the world would finally be able to rise up against their oppressors. The first step would be to drive a wedge between him and the McCalls, his loyalty to her would come later.

“I’m not saying that you should, sweetheart. I’m just offering a little advice, I’m not asking you to pour your heart out to me when you barely know me. I just want you to know that if anything did ever happen, you have options and people who’d be willing to help. We know what it’s like being an omega in their world.”

[urfalseidol]

Dark eyes studied her for another long moment, his thoughts whirling. When he came down to it, he was still all but alone in the world. He trusted Scott, to a point, but a newly discovered brother would never warrant the same protection as his children or his mate. No, the only person that had his and his daughter’s best interests in mind was him.

“Alright,” he said quietly. “If I were to want that help, how would I contact you?”

[urfalseidol]

Z Y N G

Z: How do they sleep?

Not well. Cris has had varying degrees of insomnia for a while. This is tough considering he has a young child. 

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

“Why am I still here?” He found somewhat of an answer in Nim, and clings to that. 

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

C 8 H 10 N 4 O 2

G: How do they flirt?

Depends on how genuine he’s being. He’s slick, good at reading what the other person wants and becoming it. When he’s more invested, you can tell because he can be a little awkward about it. 

[urfalseidol]

H A T

H: What is their deadly sin?

Pretty sure I’ve got lust, envy, wrath and sloth pretty well covered. But I’m a practicing Catholic, so I’ve done my share of rosaries for them if that means anything?

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

English. I’ve always been a reader, and I stuck with it even after I dropped out. History’s not bad, either. Math sucks balls. 

T: Where are they ticklish?

No way. Not telling. Nuh-uh. (He’s pretty much ticklish everywhere.)

[urfalseidol]

Nimue

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

Coffee. With a side of coffee. Then a second cup of coffee.

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

Maybe a strong 2?

M: What is their favourite dessert?

Flourless chocolate torte with dark chocolate ganache.

U: What’s their voice like?

A cranky Tyler Posey.

E: How are they with children?

Nim is the best part of me, and the only truly good thing I’ve ever accomplished. I love her with all my heart and would sacrifice anything for her. Other people’s kids? Not so much. =P

[askboxstuff]

Spell a character's name in my askbox and I'll tell you my headcanons...

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

B: Do they have any allergies?

C: Can they swim well?

D: How they react to being flirted with?

E: How are they with children?

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at?

G: How do they flirt?

H: What is their deadly sin?

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

J: What’s their sense of humour like?

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them?

L: What is their favourite board game?

M: What is their favourite dessert?

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

P: How do they handle money?

Q: Are they patient?

R: What are their hands like?

S: How stealthy are they?

T: Where are they ticklish?

U: What’s their voice like?

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them?

W: Can they dance?

X: What’s their most petty little secret?

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

Z: How do they sleep?

[ofhalealpha-blog]

Derek didn’t want to kill Cristian. Not because of who he was related to or what pack he belonged to, not even because he had a little girl that needed him. The Omega as a person wasn’t the reason the Alpha’s hand trembled as the other ran out of air, not why his pulse was rising in panic because Cristian’s was slowing down. Derek couldn’t take a life, it was as simple as that, his only motivation for ever wanting someone dead being the protection of those he cared for.

We are predators, his mother had told him when he was younger, the words running through Derek’s mind in that exact moment. But we don’t have to be killers

Derek let go of Cristian the moment he answered the question, taking a step away from the Omega. He took a moment to compose himself, repeating his mother’s words under his breath, his features returning back a minute later. His jaw clenched at the sight of the damage he’d done, the realization Cristian had nothing to do with Kate and therefore hadn’t deserved the attack hitting him then.

Fuck, he thought.

“Kate Argent,” Derek said, deciding he at least owed Cristian some type of explanation. “That’s the blonde. And she’s dangerous, an Omega extremist who will use everyone and anyone for her own benefit.” His gaze dropped to the floor. “You need to stay away from her.” Derek turned to leave then, the ambulance sirens echoing in the distance.

[urfalseidol]

Cristian’s knees buckled the moment his feet hit the ground. He collapsed against the wall like a ragdoll, struggling desperately to remain conscious. Every breath rattled in his chest now, and he couldn’t seem to get enough air. “She was... there... when an alpha... died.” 

Argent. Like the records he’d found. “She wouldn’t... tell me... her name...” His fucking curiousity, his need to understand the man who’d just attacked him, was going to kill him. 

But... the blonde-- Kate, she hadn’t been wrong. Whatever her motives, or the extremity of her views, her words struck a chord.

Cris made a face, lurching to one side as he coughed up more blood. Omega healing wasn’t great to begin with, and he’d added alpha-inflicted injuries to the tally. Melissa was going to flay him alive, if she didn’t kill him first.

[ofhalealpha-blog]

What the hell was wrong with Cristian? The Omega was set on defying Derek even after he’d threaten his life, even after he physically hurt him. Was the information he was holding really worth that? Had Kate send him specifically because he was a McCall? Because she knew Derek couldn’t afford to make enemies, because he wouldn’t take a life? If she was indeed behind the male’s behavior, she’d done an excellent job at gaining his loyalty, or brainwashing him.

Derek’s pulse was rising, his breathing getting heavy, green eyes turning red. “Stop it!” he demanded, his hand wrapping around Cristian’s throat, lifting him up easily. “You have a daughter, you are really willing to die for this?” His claws extended, pressing against the other’s skin. “Are you working for Kate? Answer the fucking question, Cristian, don’t make me leave Nimue an orphan.”

[urfalseidol]

Cristian had been fighting his entire life. He’d fought so hard and long that sometimes he couldn’t stop, resisting even when to fight was futility. Smart enough to know he couldn’t win against Derek, still he rebelled at being used and manipulated by even one more alpha. 

A clawed hand tightened around his throat, cutting off his air as his tortured lungs throbbed. The alpha lifted him off his feet, eyes flashing red as he snarled more threats. 

Nimue. At the sound of her name, Cris scrabbled at Derek’s arm, bloody froth appearing at his lips as he teetered on the edge of blacking out. “N-- no--”