The cursed vampire

After the phonecall Enoch had received at the beginning of the week he couldn't possibly focus on anything. He had cut off all ties and burned all bridges from his hometown and his family he never talked to anyone from his family, never even sent or received a Christmas card from them. So when his mother's sister, his aunt, called Enoch to tell him that his mother was at the hospital... He felt the earth vanishing fron underneath his feet. His mother... Was in the hospital.

That day, Enoch woke up very early, in an hour he was barely ever awake, but this night... He barely slept. He felt like he had just closed his eyes but didn't rest, not in one bit. So while it was still dark outside, Enoch slowly slipped off the bed to get dressed.

He looked over to Cornelius, he didn't want to awake him this early, but he silently walked closer to his side of the bed and caressed with his thumb his forehead and leaned in to kiss his head. "I love you..." he whispered and left a small note on his nightstand. He picked up his backpack, placing it over his shoulder and lifted his luggage. He silently closed the door of the master's bedroom and walked down the stairs where a taxi was waiting for him outside.

What he didn’t expect was the taller boy throwing himself at Cor. Grunting as he caught him, he had to stagger against the nearest pillar when he felt his knee buckle. “Kitten.” he breathed trying to set him down gently, ruffling his hair as he regarded him. “Doing a good job at ruining my things, starting with the mental state in the morning, now my knee...what’s going to be next, hm?” he teased, leaning against the pillar for support. Even though his tone was playful it was clear that the dom was glad he was here, that he saw Enoch, no matter how short the time apart had been.

“What do you think, I came to punish you for the stunt you pulled.” he grinned making his limping way over to his bag and sighing as he leaned down to pick it up. However he was stopped midway by the other just pulling him in for a kiss which had the dom hum and raise his eyebrow at him. “Pet..you are testing my patience right now.” he warned against the other’s lips before he pushed himself back. “Let’s get you inside and ...not eating icecream.” Cornel shook his head. Knowing his sub the boy had eaten only the cold delicacy he felt from the other’s lips and mouth.

Locke had been on a self-destruct path. Things with Cornel had been good. They had been enjoying each others company, spending time together. For Locke, as much as that should be good, it was making him antsy and reckless. He never had anything this good. His life was a series of bad relationships and being alone. Now that Cornel was around, Locke was just waiting for everything to blow up in his face. 

He had been working a lot, finding the most complicated and difficult jobs possible. He had been increasingly reckless and would come home beat up, bruised, crashing from the adrenaline high, and would promptly have a few drinks, sometimes more than a few. Locke knew that Cornel had noticed the change in him, but he didn’t know what to say or do. He sat drinking a glass of whiskey, he hadn’t expected for Cornel to come into the room. 

“  i think i might be in love with you.”

(From Enoch to Cornelius ofc, maybe we could take things a little from the start? Idk, it's up to you! ❤️)

All over again || @fadingofmemories

To keep his mind occupied the vampire returned to reading once again, however the classics he owned, no matter how much he adored them, had bored him and he wasn’t that opposed to search for a new release to keep him entertained for the day. What he didn’t expect was running into the man himself at the front door. He knew that the other had seen him since their eyes had met and it made Cornel cringe on the inside. He wasn’t even sure where to pick up the conversation - he had cussed him out after he had confessed his feelings didn’t he?

Cornel was not blind to knowing that Hades was a higher being. His blood smelled like nothing he had come across and even if he had a haunch that the name had some meaning to it, he didn’t ask. Always being respectful of the later-turned-out God. And he knew how much he liked things of higher quality. Despite his skills in the kitchen he never put himself up on a pedestal, no matter how many times others told him to. Yes he had decades upon decades to master the art of cooking, but it was something he enjoyed and not something he wanted to brag about.

So he didn’t find it strange in the slightest when the other took snippets of food whenever he was cooking for the two of them, until today. “Yes, guests.” he sighed rearranging the vegetables he had went through painstakingly cutting into shapes. The vampire didn’t even remember how he managed to lure the god of the Underworld to his side, but the fact stayed the two enjoyed each other’s company. Be it the liking to things classy or their personalities being almost the same, he didn’t know. Yet, he didn’t even second guess it.

“I thought you’d remember.” he pouted a little. It was not always that he introduced people to Leoric. Granted the Viking decided to use his visit by dropping his children off for the weekend, but he knew as well that it must be someone important to the younger vampire. Why would he introduce them together then? To a friend that was with him for majority of his life? Sighing and sliding the dish cloth down from his shoulder he eyed the taller man. “Leo is coming over, remember? Dropping his kids most likely, knowing him.” despite him wanting to hide the disappointed tone, he simply couldn’t. Not that he blamed the other, he had many responsibilities after all, but he wished he didn’t have to remind him. That he actually remembered, since it wasn’t something the vampire took lightly. Glancing around the plates full of snacks ranging from veggies to fruits and even a little with sweets. Just an appetizer the main course was still in the oven.

Hades generally had a good memory but it could be selective at times and while he did have times where he meant it - this wasn’t one of those times. The pout on the others lips clearly said it all but the tone let him know exactly how the other was feeling. Hades rarely felt bad for his actions, he thought things through and was calculated but he wasn’t perfect. People often thought gods couldn’t do any wrong but Hades knew first hand that was a lie. He, himself, had countless corrupted decisions under his belt and he made those decisions for years. Cornel was someone he genuinely enjoyed being around and he should have remembered this date if anything just for the person it belonged to. Knowing it was important to the other he did apologize, another rarity for Hades, “My apologies… A lot on my mind.“ Which wasn’t a lie but wasn’t really the reason. Simply forgetting wasn’t going to be his admission though.

Following the other into the living room and a bit more of a smile than before at the comment, “I suppose you’re right, that is how gods and kings back then winded down.” Although Hades had never been that kind of god, Hades was feared now but it was multiplied by the thousands in that day and age, the lore of death still being discovered and decided. Blue eyes went slightly wide at the glare, a hand rubbing the back of his own neck with a soft breath out, so he did notice. Leo clearly felt comfortable in Cornels home so he didn’t feel the need to sit with him and would let Cornel sit first so Hades could either take a seat next to him or the adjacent chair. The quiet ‘yes.sir’ had Hades give a soft smile, about to lean in and press a kiss to the side of Cornels neck when the nickname was said, which had him look at Leo from under his brow as he had his head slightly bend to say the word, it was a firm gaze at the other and when he corrected himself he eased up, he had let Cornel go moments ago and reached for three glasses, “I’d say it takes a certain finesse, one I certainly don’t plan on showing you.” A full smile breaking with a quiet chuckle as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured Cornel half a glass of it, “And Leo? The same? Or are you not drinking?” Pouring himself just two fingers of the drink and fully prepared for her Leo what he wanted before coming to join the two and take his part in what Cornel had prepared now that he was allowed.

Still Leoric seemed to picked up on the undertone of that sentence, no matter how innocent it sounded. “You sly dog, C.” he grinned at his friend giving his back a slap that had the vampire in question wince. He might have heal fast but that didn’t mean that the remnants from their fun weren’t still there. The notion alone had the viking smirk. “Should have known you would be into that kinky shit.” he mused eyes sparkling. “If I had I would have shown you.” he winked before turning to Hades with a shake of his head.

“Corny should have a bottle of vodka somewhere just for me.” he glanced at the silent vampire whose face was almost beet red. Although he did nod when Leoric mentioned the stronger alcohol.

“Yes...it’s...it’s on the shelf, s...um..” he sighed shaking his head. Hades’ presence behind his back was like a switch had flipped in his mind and he was struggling to keep up face in front of his closest friend. Granted he knew that Leo dabbled into anything and everything and he wasn’t surprised with how old he was, but there was something to showing him this side of himself.

“it’s alright Corny.” the viking mused. “You can call me Sir too.” that had the shorter of the two glare and hit him over the head grumbling about what a tease he was .

“As if I’d ever submit to you, you oaf.”

“Mmmm you did...couple of times if I remember correctly.” the viking was enjoying it way too much.

“That..that was different, Leo.” he pleaded. “please..you are here to meet Hades, not discuss what we do behind closed doors, yes?”

“Alright, alright, I know how private you get...you and your..venetian upbringing.” he rolled his eyes turning in his seat to look at Hades. “A shot of vodka, if I could.. “ turning back to Cor. “You have any ale left from my last visit? That thing was delicious.”

The Cut That Always Bleeds

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Cornel was not blind to knowing that Hades was a higher being. His blood smelled like nothing he had come across and even if he had a haunch that the name had some meaning to it, he didn’t ask. Always being respectful of the later-turned-out God. And he knew how much he liked things of higher quality. Despite his skills in the kitchen he never put himself up on a pedestal, no matter how many times others told him to. Yes he had decades upon decades to master the art of cooking, but it was something he enjoyed and not something he wanted to brag about.

So he didn’t find it strange in the slightest when the other took snippets of food whenever he was cooking for the two of them, until today. “Yes, guests.” he sighed rearranging the vegetables he had went through painstakingly cutting into shapes. The vampire didn’t even remember how he managed to lure the god of the Underworld to his side, but the fact stayed the two enjoyed each other’s company. Be it the liking to things classy or their personalities being almost the same, he didn’t know. Yet, he didn’t even second guess it.

“I thought you’d remember.” he pouted a little. It was not always that he introduced people to Leoric. Granted the Viking decided to use his visit by dropping his children off for the weekend, but he knew as well that it must be someone important to the younger vampire. Why would he introduce them together then? To a friend that was with him for majority of his life? Sighing and sliding the dish cloth down from his shoulder he eyed the taller man. “Leo is coming over, remember? Dropping his kids most likely, knowing him.” despite him wanting to hide the disappointed tone, he simply couldn’t. Not that he blamed the other, he had many responsibilities after all, but he wished he didn’t have to remind him. That he actually remembered, since it wasn’t something the vampire took lightly. Glancing around the plates full of snacks ranging from veggies to fruits and even a little with sweets. Just an appetizer the main course was still in the oven.

Hades generally had a good memory but it could be selective at times and while he did have times where he meant it - this wasn’t one of those times. The pout on the others lips clearly said it all but the tone let him know exactly how the other was feeling. Hades rarely felt bad for his actions, he thought things through and was calculated but he wasn’t perfect. People often thought gods couldn’t do any wrong but Hades knew first hand that was a lie. He, himself, had countless corrupted decisions under his belt and he made those decisions for years. Cornel was someone he genuinely enjoyed being around and he should have remembered this date if anything just for the person it belonged to. Knowing it was important to the other he did apologize, another rarity for Hades, “My apologies… A lot on my mind.“ Which wasn’t a lie but wasn’t really the reason. Simply forgetting wasn’t going to be his admission though.

A hum left him as Cornel scrunched the back of his shirt, how something like that was a form of communication Hades might not ever wrap his mind around that one - and he was practically all knowing. “It’ll be fine..” Soft words of reassurance spoken. With or without the kids - it would be fine, with or without guests for a few days, it would be fine… Hades let up a soft laugh and shrugged a shoulder, unlinking his fingers from the others back as he moved away, “Of course I would.. I can always return rather quickly if I had to…” Hades could travel the world in just seconds, if something urgent did come up he knew he would be able to be here majority of the time.

As Cornel went to get the door Hades did take one more piece of food from the finished platter, straightening his shirt a bit and adjusting the sleeves to be rolled to his elbows. A soft snort of a laugh coming up hearing the endearing nickname - tucking that away for a later date. Hades made himself known, just coming up a few seconds once he was spotted, he took the man in at face value - it was hard not to read into someone’s soul at first meet, even if he was a life long friend of Cornel’s, it was almost as if he wanted to be sure. He didn’t dare though, the thought was there but he did trust Cornel and he would have to welcome whoever was part of his life the way Leo was. “Pleasure to meet you, Leo, I’ve heard quite a bit about you and your family…” His smile soft but genuine as he held his hand out to the other once Cornel introduced them, letting his other hand rest on the small of Cornel’s back. It wasn’t in a possessive way but for his own comfort he supposed, letting it drop once Cornel moved to tend to the food once more.

“I did hear a lot about you too.” The blonde admitted, a soft chuckle escaping him making his beard shake as well. “Pleasure is all mine. To be honest I was quite eager to meet you, I haven’t seen Cornel this happy...ever.” he admitted glancing at the dark haired man, hoping that the other was occupied as not to hear him.

At the mention of the feast Leoric’s mood lifted back to his usual jovial self. Even if he didn’t need to eat food he always enjoyed Cor’s creations. Shifting about the livingroom he knew as his own the viking sat on the couch grinning up at the two. “His food is phenomenal, I don’t think that would be all too bad.” he mused.

While that was going down Cor was trying to calm himself down. He wouldn’t lie but the two of them meeting was a huge deal. Still the comment about being happy went right over his head, the feeling of Hades’ hand on his low back still present as he grumbled when he spotted another missing piece from one of the platters. If Leoric wasn’t around he would have cussed the god out. Holding two of the trays that he had prepared he placed them on the coffee table giving a small harsh glare towards the dark man to let him know he knew.

“I thought we would have a full house so I ...prepared a little too much.” he admitted shivering in delight when he felt the taller man’s presence behind him. “But....” knowing that not listening was not an option he mumbled a quiet yes, sir before he plopped down on the couch near Leo who was gawking at the two. Glancing from one to the other in silent shock.

“Yo, H,” he paled, realizing he had just given the god of the Underworld, a nickname. Clearing his throat. “’mean Hades...you’ll have to teach me your tricks. Cornel..listening to someone is a ..well i can count on my fingers how often it happened.”

When Robin's kingdom began talks of an alliance with another kingdom, he knew that one of the options would be for Robin to be a gift. He was actually exicited about the prospect. Everytime his brother and father went to talks with the kingdom, Robin would ask for every detail about the king. About whether he would be sent there. The talks began drawing an end, the alliance was agreed and Robin was finally allowed to attend.

All of his brothers went this time and his father stayed to run the kingdom. Robin, with two of his brothers were ushered into a library while Felix and Cain finished the talks with the king. Robin was gladly keeping himself entertained as he looked at all the different book, even reading some of them. Whereas Seth and Xander chatted between themselves.

Felix and Cain gladly finished the alliance with Cornel. Signing the various documents and finalising all the terms of the alliance. When it was all finished, Felix was the one to bring up a final item. "Now it is customary for our kingdom to provide a gift to those we make alliances with. We thought long and hard about what would be most suitable for yourself, your highness." Felix began saying as they started walking to the library. "We understand how your kingdom views omegas and understand that you are without one. So we would like you to meet our brother, Robin." Felix smiled as he opened the door to reveal where Robin was examining a shelf of books. "He's an omega and without an alpha. And our kingdom's gift to you."

Alpha and omega || @magical-boy-toys

Robin’s eyes lit up when Cornel called the servants by name and invited them to join them. Robin insisted on knowing everyone by name. They were his equals in his eyes. So to have a king that held those same values, it made Robin feel so happy. “Please join us. I’m more than happy for you to join us.” Robin chirped. He was more than content to have them join them. In fact he wouldn’t mind if this became a regular thing. It gave the room more atmosphere, and more people to talk to. But then as Robin looked at all the seats and the people who needed seats. There wasn’t enough. So without hesitation, Robin moved himself on to Cornel’s lap so there was plenty of room for everyone. A dark blush form on his cheeks but this way everyone could sit.

It was confusing, he won’t lie, but feeling him in his lap, his scent mixing with his own, it just...felt right. Don’t take him wrong Cornel was far from being a virgin, but this, it felt like something you read in books about. Leaning back and letting his hand rest across the other’s thighs he settled him against his chest, feeling the warmth of the other’s cheeks.

Humming he let his fingers brush against his legs as he thought about Robin’s question. “Alright, I can have that arranged.” he nodded softly as if agreeing with himself before meeting his eyes with a smile. If that was what brought happiness to the omega, spending quality time with him, then so be it. Even if it meant his otter matters would have to wait. Tightening his hold on him and pressing him closer he chuckled. “Well... you already did most of what I do when I have the time..I adore the gardens, and reading is my favourite evening activity.” he mused just drinking in his features that he was so close. “I could give you a tour of the castle if your brothers would allow?” the last question a tad louder so it reached the other end of the table as well.

@magical-boy-toys

Cornel had no idea what compelled him to allow Robin to stay at his home. Granted, before he had met the boy and actually started their little arrangement, the house never felt like a home. Not until that little thing weaseled his way into his heart somehow and actually decorated the house a tad more. The throw pillows were a nice addition he won’t lie there and even if there was no need for any thing other he found his house swarmed with little things that reminded him of Robin. Besides his presence that is. That boy was more at his place than in his flat above his shop.

And he had expected him to be in the said shop when he returned after the last mission he was sent out on. Seriously, one would think that mob boss high as this would know what to say to whom before the information got to the wrong people, but alas, at least he paid well. Cor was beyond tired and all he wanted to do was just spend a nice few hours in his tub and then perhaps tend to his garden but what he came home to was a thing he hadn’t expected.

As Cornel showered, Robin began trying to remove his flowers. He was used to it now, correcting his mistakes. It was one of the few spells he knew by heart and could do without mistakes. He had to be able to fix things, otherwise God knows what he’d cause. He could really do some damage. That was the last thing Robin wanted. By the time Cornel was done in the shower, the flowers were completely gone.

“Are you trying to barter with me, pet?” he teased looking up at him with his own twinkle in his eyes. His gaze snatching on the pink collar that was proudly displayed on the other’s throat, still not believing that this boy, right in front of him was his. That the other wanted to be with him. The smile falling from his lips for the briefest of moments. He had seen his eyes...but he had yet to see his scars. Swallowing thickly he pushed the bowl of yogurt and oats towards Robin with a small spoon so he could eat.

After the phonecall Enoch had received at the beginning of the week he couldn’t possibly focus on anything. He had cut off all ties and burned all bridges from his hometown and his family he never talked to anyone from his family, never even sent or received a Christmas card from them. So when his mother’s sister, his aunt, called Enoch to tell him that his mother was at the hospital… He felt the earth vanishing fron underneath his feet. His mother… Was in the hospital.

That day, Enoch woke up very early, in an hour he was barely ever awake, but this night… He barely slept. He felt like he had just closed his eyes but didn’t rest, not in one bit. So while it was still dark outside, Enoch slowly slipped off the bed to get dressed.

He looked over to Cornelius, he didn’t want to awake him this early, but he silently walked closer to his side of the bed and caressed with his thumb his forehead and leaned in to kiss his head. “I love you…” he whispered and left a small note on his nightstand. He picked up his backpack, placing it over his shoulder and lifted his luggage. He silently closed the door of the master’s bedroom and walked down the stairs where a taxi was waiting for him outside.

“Enoch.” he sighed, he understood that this was difficult for him, but they were partners, were they not? He thought Enoch would come to him with any struggles that he might have, but instead he had ran off. Granted he understood why - having your family in hospital is never easy…hell he had had his grandfather there multiple times, but he couldn’t imagine what it was like for Enoch. During the exams nonetheless.

“I will make it up to you daddy when I return, I promise.” he spoke softly and lovingly, hating himself for worrying Cornelius so much. “I’m already missing you.” he confessed as he looked down, caressing with his fingertips the counter. But Cornelius saying his name… Always sent shivers down his spine and they were always welcomed.

Enoch took a deep breath and nodded his head. “I will, promise you’ll do that same.” he couldn’t lie but he was a little worried when Cornelius was alone, well after everything that had happened. “I’m hoping that I won’t have any problem when it comes to school but thank you. I love you daddy.” he said in a very adoring manner. “…talk to you later,I love you.” he smiled and ended the call.

Hours later the ex-mob boss was sitting in his car, overnight bag at the back as he drove out of the town they lived in and in the direction where Enoch was at the current moment. Maybe he didn’t have his parents, but Cornel wouldn’t let Enoch go through this alone. Not to mention he needed to punish him for that stunt of scaring him. That was the main reason of course - the punishment. Not the fact that he cared about him.