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Jack O'Connel and Sienna Miller in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof at the NT.

Is that HERO FIENNES TIFFIN? No, that’s IAIN FAIR. The 26 year old BORROWER WITCH OMEGA DUAL-NATURED (HE-HIM-THEY-THEM) is a LATE NIGHT RADIO HOST. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be PLAYFUL & CHARISMATIC, but beware, they’re also known to be MANIPULATIVE & DECIETFUL. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

general statistics

name: iain fair

nicknames: none (yet)

gender: omega dual-natured male

pronouns: he-him-they-them

actual age: 26 years old

species: witch

witch type: borrower

occupation: late night radio host

pets: pope (solid white pitbull, male)

tattoo(s): left arm, right arm. (the right arm is markings that appeared the first time he used his magic, the left arm is basically permanent proof of the contract he made with the demon for his magic)

positive traits: playful and charismatic

negative traits: manipulative and decietful

a few favorites: coffee, salty and sweet snacks, energy drinks, dogs, the smell of smoke, halloween, vintage tees

a few hates: country music, slow walkers, people that talk on their phones loudly, waiting in lines, being called cute

sexuality: homosexual

position: bottom

some kinks: rough sex, choking, hair pulling, slapping, restraints, public displays, degradation, older partners, multiple partners, quickies/one night stands, fwb, oral (giving), swallowing, more to come...

anti-kinks: scat, vomit, age regression play, diaper play, food play, crossdressing

biography (tw: death)

god this world was boring. always dreaming of something else, something more, iain had a tendency to keep his head in the clouds rather than focusing on what was happening around him. most people just wrote him off as being easily distracted, or having adhd, but it didn't bother him. if people avoided him because they thought he was spacey then, at least, he'd have more time to chase after those thoughts in his head.

eventually his constant state of curiosity led him down the path that ultimately changed everything. they met a group of people, around the same age, that called themselves druids; pagans. they believed in more to life as well; in more than just humanity. he spent a few months with them, taking part in their rituals, but nothing ever came from it. it was just a way for them to spend their weekends with people that had a similar outlook. magic wasn't real but iain wished, more than anything, that it was.

careful what you wish for. one of his friends went missing. the local police, and local community, wrote it off as just some troubled teen running away from home because they were an outcast-- their whole group were outcasts and weirdos. no one wanted to look into it but iain, and the others, knew their friend didn't just run off and not call. something else happened. unlike the others, iain didn't reserve his frustration and disagreement for private conversations. he loudly stood against the local police, and community, and demanded answers from people whether they wanted to listen to him or not.

his headstrong, haughty approach to discovering the truth took him right into the belly of the beast. his friend had been murdered by their own parents and no one would listen to him. the more he tried to get them put away for what they'd done, the more they threatened him; the more they threatened the rest of his friends. in a desperate attempt to protect them, he took an old grimoire he'd found at a thrift store and started pouring through the pages of spells and rituals-- trying every single one of them-- in hopes that something would work and give him the edge he needed.

something did work. one of the rituals, that required him to use his own blood in the spell circle, summoned forth a powerful, monstrous demon from the pits of hell. it was more than willing to give him power, to make him a real witch and a real force to be reckoned with-- all he had to do was sign a contract. he should have thought it through, or asked more questions-- any questions-- but iain acted on impulse and without even bothering to understand the depths of the contract, and what he was giving up from himself, he signed with his blood.

marked by the demon, filled with power, he took out his revenge on his friends parents since the city wouldn't do anything about it for him and never looked back.

he's been bouncing around from town to town for awhile, learning about his powers and the supernatural world in general, but ultimately his goal is to find a place where he can settle in and finally feel normal for once.

when he first settled into new haven two months ago he really thought this town was going to be it, his own little sanctuary to be whatever he wanted, and then shit hit the fan; or, in this case, the barrier.

moving through the crowd one of the first things he noticed was truly how different this bar was to the one's back home. there was no second story for VIP guests only, there were hardly any security guards lingering against the walls. pantheon was smaller; much smaller-- but he didn't mind it. in fact, it made the bar feel more congested which would only play into their favor as they snuck off to a secluded booth in the corner.

sliding into the seat with a cocky, toothy, grin, fist tight around the neck of the stolen bottle, he looked over at the other and lifted his bottle in a faux cheer before popping the cap off and drinking from it straight. "from what i've heard people have reason to be anxious. something about a crack and some masked men," he poorly explained with a dismissive wave of his left hand, "though, back in my day, that was hardly something to be worried about. that was a typical tuesday night." he teased. "careful, gorgeous, keep calling me pretty and might forget how to act." huffing out a sigh, he reclined against the booth, his arms stretched out over the top of the seat, and relaxed. "i definitely intend to drink but not because i'm trying to drown anything, i just like to end my days with something stiff." he smirked. "if i'm being honest? i'm always up to having fun but it's been a bit of time since i've outright caused any trouble. i moreso clean it up. what about you?" elgin glanced over, bottle pressed back to his lips again. "what's your deal?"

The vampire smiled as the other man took one of the stolen bottles for himself. Kai bounced up to his feet, hopping off the barstool and nodding his head in excitement. Oh, now he was going to have some fun tonight, it seemed. "Lead the way, bad boy," he teased as he held the other bottle in his hands. As they made their way past the various groups of patrons at the bar, he spotted a more secluded corner booth, still unoccupied and out of view from the ignorant bartender.

Sliding into one the booth without a second thought, Kai glanced back at the other man with a silly grin on his lips. "Well, lucky for you, I didn't grow up in this idyllic little town. If you asked me, this town could use some shaking up anyways. Everyone's so uptight and anxious these days; it's like everyone forgot how to have fun," he said with a heavy sigh, as if he were actually bothered by the situation. "So, pretty face, what's your deal? You looking to cause trouble? Have some fun? Or just drink the night away and forget about all your troubels?"

he half expected anders to just rip their clothing off of him. the tension between them certainly would have excused it and it wouldn't have been the first time elgin sacrificed an outfit for the sake of enjoying himself. anders taking his time felt more intimate. keeping himself propped up on his elbows, he watched with hungry hazed eyes as the dragon blood carefully removed the rest of his clothes. "fuck," he cursed, softly, under his breath as he took in the sight before him; anders standing there, in all his naked glory, with his cock hard and already dripping for him. "you look good in that jacket of your," he teased quietly, "but you do look even better without it."

unfastening his own pants, he lifted his hips to make it easier for anders to strip him as well. "that feeling is mutual," he mumbled before silencing himself against anders' lips again in another kiss; his own cock erect, and twitching, as he felt those heated hands grab at his hips to pull him closer and lift him. gasping, a low sound of need vibrated in the vampires throat as he felt the thick, heated digit press at his hole. "fuck anders," he groaned, dropping down to bury his face in the dragon bloods neck as he felt the finger push into him. his entrance was reluctant at first but as he started producing slick, making his own desire even more obvious, he relaxed; his body slowly becoming easier for the taking.

Anders took the permission with delight, moving to remove the rest of their clothing, careful of it not to rip or tear it, stepping out of his pants so he was standing over the vampire in his naked glory. He hadn't had sex since he had come through time, and this was certainly something he could remember. His cock hard, and dripping slowly as he began to pull the vampire's pants down.

"I want you so bad." he said softly as he kissed Elgin again and again, savoring each kiss as he let his hand wander, grabbing the vampire's hips and lifting them up so he had more access to his ass, spreading his cheeks and getting a heated finger into him. "You're so tight."

that was more of an answer than was expected. actually, the where the hell did you come from was more rhetorical than anything else and yet the stranger actually gave the young witch a play-by-play update of what he'd been doing for the past few-- however-- minutes he was just wandering around before he bumped into iain; before iain bumped into him. "you're weird," he mumbled after a moment of just looking up at the innocently smiling, broad shouldered, brick wall of a person. he was surprised walking into him hadn't put him on his ass. "and you owe me a drink."

without giving much more of a cue, he turned and started walking down the street towards the cafe. it was probably open at this hour, though he wasn't sure since he normally brought his own energy drinks with him so he wouldn't have to fuss with getting something on his way home. if they were closed he would just make the man give him a few bucks to replace his drink. that seemed fair enough; despite the fact it wasn't fair at all. "yo, dumpster dave," the witch called out, giving the stranger a nickname rather than asking what he was called, as he turned around to walk backwards so he could look at the man. "ignoring the fact that you clearly have no taste, coffee is incredible, quit standing around. you comin' or what?"

Anders looked down at the spilled drink and back up the man he had bumped into, then back down. "I came from my apartment. I saw on TV you can find stuff in trash and I need more stuff and I figured what was the best way to steal trash. Night time. Right? And then I saw a cat and I was following the cat. But then I was like, what if this cat is a person. That would be awkward, but I wanted to pet the cat still. And then I bumped into you."

Anders smiled that dopey innocent smile of his, genuine and bright. "Anyway my name is Anders it's nice to meet you. Sorry I spilled your drink. It doesn't smell like coffee and that's good because I don't like coffee. It's not good. "

"the edge wasn't meant for you." if anything, the undertone of annoyance in his reply had been aimed more at the bartender that seemed intent on ignoring him; he likely ignored his fussing as well. "apologies. let's just say it's been a long day and, well, day's aren't my favorite thing to begin with." he explained as he pulled his lips back, briefly, to show his fangs to help the frankly pale attempt at a joke to land. "now i'm gorgeous? aren't you a sweet talker." he mused. "i'm aware i'm attractive but there is a difference between you and i in that world. i'm just your standard handsome. you? you're the type that tends to be dangerous. hard to say no to," he teased as he gestured down at the drink the other had to order for him.

"i don't look like a jerk? finally." he mused. he used to be. "that's funny," he chuckled to himself though it was really only funny to himself; at one point back home people would have died over helping him or not. "but i've got time and well, you know how to work the bartender, so consider yourself companied. i'm still curious," he added on as he took another sip of his drink before settling into his seat so he was a bit more comfortable as he stayed to talk. "when you say you rescue people daily does that mean your some sort of fire fighter? cop? nurse? or do you just spend a lot of nights at this bar?" the vampire teased; flirted even. "i'm hoping it's the latter because, if we're being honest, you in a uniform? that would just be unfair."

The dragonblood shook his head as the other seemed a little unimpressed and unappreciative. Maybe Arwyn could cut him some slack as he seemed to be having a rough night. "While I appreciate the compliment, I'm getting a sense of backstab.. I mean i did just help you out, gorgeous. And don't count yourself short, you're attractive top." he said before taking another sip from his glass. Arwyn glances over the other enjoying his view for a second. "Hey its no problem, if you keep me company, there's plenty more where that came from." he sighed as he shrugged not really knowing the answer. "You didnt look like a jerk, and I rescue people on the daily. Figured i'd be nice. Not like anyone else was dying to help you out."