#benjaminredfield

Spring Mischief was already off to a great start. Finn found himself hit with a spell almost immediately as the wands began going around, and it wasn’t long before he figured out what it did. He never hated hearing his name before now. 

Knowing of at least two, maybe three, people in the castle who would definitely take advantage of it if they found out, the demon retreated to his suite to wait this one out. He burst through the door in a flash, already feeling safe behind closed doors. Now all he had to do was tell Ben not to...Wait a second. 

He did a double take, having noticed his master here before, but he hadn’t immediately processed the obvious difference about the other man. He blinked a few times, not at all expecting to come home to this. “Damn, what are those?” 

Taken from here.

After spending two painstakingly long days as a powerless human, Raphael hoped that whatever magic he’d be hit with next would be a little more interesting. The second spell that hit him completely broke his human glamour, revealing his true demonic form to all with no way to hide it. It was a far cry from the pretty face he usually wore, standing at nearly a full seven feet tall with broad muscles under dark, ashy skin. Long, thick horns sprouted from his head, and a thin tail emerged from the end of his spine, punctuated with a triangular tip. The tips of his fingers changed into long, hardened claws, and his dark eyes changed to blood red, blackness bleeding into the whites of them. For some, it might be quite the terrifying sight to see Raphael this way, though that was still the beauty of his incubus nature – he still exuded a natural charm in this form, and perhaps even more so now that it was completely untampered by his human glamour.

He had no shame walking through the castle this way, shirtless and barefoot because he’d never planned his closet for his unglamoured form. Magic tricks or not, his work still needed to be done, and he wasn’t about to let a little change of appearance stop him. Naturally, an extremely tall, devil-looking creature wandering the halls so casually still managed to catch quite a bit of attention. Raphael only smiled at the lingering eyes, revealing extra sharp fangs that glinted in the light. “Enjoying the view?”

Once Lovell and his goons had left him with only a single guard, Finn only had to wait. Whatever the varcolac’s witch squad had done left him drained with little to no power. He couldn’t even glamour himself at this point. Exhausted, weakened, and heartbroken, he allowed himself a brief rest to recover just enough energy for his escape plan. 

With one guard close to his cell, he captured his attention and made eye contact. “Come closer,” he instructed, slipping his persuasive powers into his voice. Hypnotized, the guard did as he was told. "Open the door.” In seconds, he heard the click of the lock and the door swung open with a creak. “Good boy. Now stay quiet.” Finn’s upper lip curled in a snarl, his eyes turning black and blue once more. He pounced with one hand immediately wrapping around the guard’s throat, pinning him down on the ground as he sealed their lips together in a kiss. He drank, sucking up every ounce of this man’s soul until all he left behind was a withered husk. 

The demon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood, feeling energized. It wasn’t nearly enough to get him back to full power, but it’d do the job to get him back to the coven in one piece. Finn only had to get out of this godforsaken village and then he could lose his composure in peace. He stole the corpse’s cloak to cover his bloodied clothing, not at all wanting to attract attention. He had a feeling most might recognize him from his involvement in battles against the vampires here. Flipping the hood up over his head as he peered out the police station, he easily snuck out onto the corridor and headed for the nearest way out. Now all he had to do was not get caught. 

Taken from here (sort of lol). 

Once all these “temporary spells” had gone flying around, Finn noticed a pattern with them. They only seemed to last a couple days before they ended rather abruptly and everything went back to normal. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case with the spell that had shattered his human facade and exposed his true form underneath. He’d been stuck this way for almost a week with no way to glamour himself, and boy, was it starting to get frustrating. He hated it the more he had to look at it. 

As if that wasn’t enough, he’d apparently been hit with another spell. The demon almost wouldn’t have noticed, considering he was still walking around in his unglamoured state. It was the uncomfortable and hollow ache in his gut that first got Finn’s attention, followed by a distinct burning in his throat. Not a burning like illness, but more like hunger. That was strange; he never felt that when he had a serious craving for souls. And then all of sudden everything was so much louder, and clearer, and sharper on his senses. The sound of the nearest beating heart fully captured his focus, following it to the source of a familiar face. His eyes changed to a shocking bright red as he wasted no time in closing the distance, pressing his nose into the crook of their neck and inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell delicious,” he growled. 

Finn had not at all been prepared for heat week this time around, as per usual. It was later this year, and with the sudden super cold snap, he’d chalked up the tiredness to possibly coming down with something, and the mood swings to being tired. He’d woken up that morning in a feverish sweat, immediately recognizing the signs of insatiable sexual frustration. He’d already stripped down to his underwear in a futile attempt to relieve some of the heat symptoms. Fuck it. 

He beelined it straight for Ben’s room, and it seemed like Cedric had the same idea in mind as the two of them met each other in the doorway. “Ben,” he whined, “We need you. Now. Please.” 

Finn & Ben’s Playlist Aesthetic [LISTEN]

Fight so dirty, but your love so sweet. Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth. Late night devil put your hands on me. And never, never, never ever let go. 

Play with Fire – Sam Tinnez, Yacht Money // Slow Hands – Niall Horan // Flesh – Simon Curtis // Sex On Me – GOLDHOUSE // Call Me Maybe – Carly Rae Jepsen // Dance with Me Tonight – Olly Murs // Tough Lover – Christina Aguilera // HandClap – Fitz and The Tantrums // Just A Little Bit – Kids Of 88 // Teeth – 5 Seconds of Summer // Careless Whisper – George Michael // Killing You – Ivy Levan, Sting // A.D.I.D.A.S – Little Mix // Break a Sweat – Becky G // The Way You Make Me Feel – Michael Jackson // Kiss You – One Direction // Levels – Nick Jonas // Never Gonna Give You Up – Rick Astley 

Suddenly Finn’s even shorter than usual temper and neediness made sense when he woke up that morning – it was fucking heat week. He’d completely lost track of time and didn’t realize it’d been six months since the last time. He really needed to keep a calendar or something. Even inside his own suite, the familiar could smell the heated sex and needy omega pheromones radiating throughout the castle. That was always the worst part about experiencing his heat here in Krovs; he tended to feed off others in heat and that only enhanced his own need. Being a demon, he didn’t exactly have the whole alpha and omega situation, but he did have the most powerful desire to fuck someone’s brains out until he could feel some relief. Or for someone to do the same to him.

He swore he was going to lose his fucking mind if he didn’t get some release fast. Where the fuck was Ben? He wasn’t in the suite, nor his office, so Finn desperately searched for his master’s scent. Once he’d caught the trail, he dashed through the castle, following it all the way to the council meeting room. It was unguarded, probably because the staff had a castle full of heat ridden creatures on their hands, so the familiar just shamelessly barged right in. He didn’t care who was there; the moment he found his master, he was in his lap in less than a second, grasping the councilman’s shirt with a tight fist. Finn’s chest heaved with labored breaths, and his skin was flushed red with fever. “I need you. To take me right now. Before I fuckin’ die.”