TARON EGERTONKingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

TARON EGERTON Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

you would think, given his age, that having the night off would have meant wild partying or crawling into bed with some nameless alpha for the night and regretting it all in the morning. he wished that was what it meant for him but more recently his nights off turned into aimlessly flipping through spell books in his home, looking through his vinyl's to find something to listen to without ever bothering to actually choose one, and falling asleep alone. he was definitely making the most of his twenties. in his defense, he did try flirting with people, he was practically throwing himself at everyone he talked to; it was a bit sad-- but like every other knot-starved omega he was hung up on a friend of his. calling danilo a friend was a delusional stretch. the alpha had entertained him, what, twice now? of course, in the young witches mind, that meant they were basically best friends but in reality he was just a pussy for the alpha to breed and toss aside when he was done.

in an attempt to distract himself, and rather than wallowing around his apartment, he decided to head to one of the bars and drink for a bit. of course, as luck would have it, he managed to stumble into the bar at the climax of danilo's outburst. as other's stood around muttering under their breaths about the alpha's brazen display of disdain and mistreatment towards an omega, and his arrogant and disrespectful way of speaking in general, iain was watching with flushed cheeks; attracted to the raw display of strength, masculinity, and command. remember, he is delusional. as the crowd started to disperse, and the omega scurried away with it's tail between it's legs, the young witch took a second to fix his hair before making his approach.

"yeah, right? talk about pathetic." he forced a quick, short laugh as he saddled up to the alpha's table and playfully nudged against his shoulder, as if they were friends, before squeezing into the seat next to him. "he's lucky you even gave 'em the time of day, you've got to stop wasting your time with losers like that d." he was really unaware of the irony in everything he was saying in that moment as he tried to impress the other. "i take it you just got back from another excursion? is it too late to offer to buy you a drink as a welcome back?"

Upon his return to New Haven following a search excursion Danilo had a process to unwind that was not to be disrupted under any circumstances: liquor, pussy, then alone time with Beast in his trailer. Each step was crucial, even more so given the messy disaster he returned to, but that first drink was sacred. Not even hell could match the fury that’d be unleashed on anyone who got in his way because this ritual started outside of the town. Once his missions were done, Danilo always took the time to hunt as a way to work out the more primal urges. The predation his job required caused flare-ups of his base nature. The taste of blood was fresh on his tongue and the feeling of prey between his jaws kept his claws in extension by the time he got to his usual dive in New Haven.

It was the same upon this return as it had been or all the others, so no one should’ve felt bad for the ignorant bitch on the receiving end of his foul mood that night. He had the whiny omega’s head pinned to the bar, fangs elongated from his snarl and claws threatening to break flesh. It certainly was a bad look for an Alpha to have his hands on an omega like that, but the lack of white knights jumping to intervene proved that most understood Danilo’s violence knew no bounds. “I don’t give a fuck about your cub. Raise him strong and maybe I’ll care shift for brains. Until then, fuck off before I decide to treat Beast with your tongue.” The second part of Danilo’s ritual is what gets him in trouble, resulting in more cubs around New Haven than he can be bothered to care for. He’ll never understand why some omegas think taking his knot and bearing his children makes them special, but the one he’s growling at desperately needed to be reminded of his place in Danilo's life. The child in question too. With a roar, Danilo tosses his ex cum receptacle away, sitting down once more to enjoy his drink, claws still out and eyes glowing bright crimson. “I swear, some of these townies are so fucking stupid. Don’t offer me a damn thing and still what the moon and the stars. Little bitch was lucky I’m such a reasonable guy,” he tosses out.

GODLESS 1.05 “Shot the Head off a Snake”

Veronica Roth // Charlotte Eriksson

he couldn't believe it was working, he was playing horribly, but stolas was giving him the confidence to trust the process; to trust him. for a moment he felt like he was back with christopher, back when he wasn't alone and things just made sense, but thankfully before they settled in for too long and darkened his mood and mind, those ghosts were chased away by the snake's hiss and the witches voice cutting through the mental fog to let him know everything was going to be okay.

dropping the flute without any care for the instrument, he looked down at the snake and held his breath. if stolas was right, if his magic worked, the elf he was definitely taking home her back home and spoiling her, and making her into his official companion. scoffing in disbelief, smiling softly, he stared at the spat up rat bone for a moment as he reached out to scratch the top of her head. the second the snake signaled that she was feeling better, alton was moving around the table and extinguishing any distance between himself and the witch.

wrapping his arms around the other's neck, pulling him into a hug, alton let out a heavy sigh of relief as he squeezed his grip tight around stolas. "you're incredible," he finally said plainly, without hiding his voice or showing reservation for needing help. he meant it. holding onto him for a tick of a second longer, he finally loosened his grip just so he could step back and, caught up in the moment, steal a quick chaste kiss from the other's lips. he was saying thank you. "i owe you for this stolas, really. we both do."

another second slipped by and the elf was letting him go as if nothing had just happened. turning back to face the table, in a strange turn of events the usually stoic look that liked to settle on his features was replaced with a beaming smile. "she already looks worlds better. i need to get this girl a name, and build her an enclosure so i can keep her inside. actually," he questioned, words flying out of his mouth rapid fire, as he looked back over his shoulder at stolas. "do you have any books on magically caring for-- books-- oh, right. you still need help finding that book, don't you?" he was so distracted he'd almost forgot he promised he'd help look for it.

"Listen handsome, we got this. Just do what I say and I'm sure things will go smoothly. Now play." Stolas was happy that the other seemed to not hesitate as Alton really seemed to care about this animal. He could feel the other's energy as he pressed his lips to the flute and blew. He let Alton play for about 4 whole measures before he started to chant in his incantations as he ran his fingers up and down the snakes body searching for any signs of open wounds that the hawk's claws could of caused.

"That's it keep going Alton you're doing great." He nodded as he used some healing magic on the snakes abdomen and then using his fingers ran them up the snake from the tail to his mouth, expelling any bad chakra that was still ailing this snake. The snake softly hissed and spit out a pool of saliva that had a tiny rat bone admist the puddle. "oh would you look at that he left you a surprise." he chuckled. "I think she should be all better now, you can stop playing. she might not want to eat right away but let me know if something else goes wrong. "