#witchboywalker

[fangsnfair]

"nah, sorry, not buying it. you're a witch prince and nothing you say will convince me otherwise." god they've been practicing magic for over 5 centuries? iain could count on two hands how many years he'd been practicing magic-- how many years he'd been considered a witch. outside of new haven he was powerful, though he was often too afraid to trust his magic, but he couldn't help but wonder how much more powerful a witch was when they had centuries of knowledge and secrets to pass down like walker and his family did. "fair, but gatsby always gave me the creeps-- at least in the movie he did, never read the book. he gave major stab you in the back for his own good vibes where as daddy warbucks was just nice. you're definitely hotter though, and not bald. maybe i should just call you your highness." he teased as the other squeezed his hand. "well, you're in luck. i've been told i have the gift of gab and can't seem to shut up even when i should. you'll tire of it eventually, most people do." he added on with a soft laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. "i'm definitely adding worthy of a fuck to all my social media bios and my resume though, so thank you for that."

"dude," he groaned loudly. "it's not that it's a challenge, it's just that newsflash. homework. is. boring." he also didn't get to graduate because his life took a bit of a complicated turn around the time he was eighteen, which led to him being targeted by the police, which lead to him going on the run-- point is, he had his excuses but even if his life hadn't taken that turn for the worst he still would have likely dropped out. traditional learning was not his forte. "but, whatever, i guess if you really want to help me we can figure something out sometime; but you can't be mad at me if i fall asleep on you." he mumbled. it would be nice to learn but first he had to figure out how to keep his secret. "okay, sure, your brews might not be considered medicinal but i figured teasing that you were my doctor would go over better than calling you my new dealer. that wouldn't be a good look for you, your highness." he teased; again.

"i know, i know, it's unfair how fascinating i am, but i am more than a witch you know." he joked as he looked up at the sky and squinted into the light. "where am i from? shit, i haven't thought about home in, like, forever." that was a lie. "i'm from massachusetts. ironically enough, from a small town not too far from ipswich actually."

"In a manner of speaking I sort of am. Not royal mind you but we have been practicing magic for over 5 centuries. We pass down our magic and our secrets generation by generation. Who I would be allowed to produce heirs with would be carefully vetted and made sure they produce the strongest magic." Walker scratched the back of his head, he knew it sounded bad but at the same time he wasn't against the idea of it. He wanted to pass down secrets he himself had learned. "We do have a butler. But he's not human so it's fine. And I resent the nickname. I am not some bald old man interested in orphans. I would consider myself more a Gatsby, but less dead at the end." Walker gave Iain's hand a little squeeze as they walked, something like a show of his good intentions. "I would say worth more than a quickie not unworthy of one. I find I want to speak less on those interactions and not speaking to you seems a bit like a crime. You have very interesting things to say."

"That speaks volumes, you don't like homework because you never do it. People who do the homework tend to enjoy the challenge. I would be happy to help you with some of it if you wanted. My pass time is magic. Practicing alone is boring anyway, it's always more fun with company." Walker laughed when Iain took the vial and called himself Walker's patient. "Well maybe not that, I don't think my brews would be considered medicinal though I can heal I guess. If I tried." How hard could it be to reverse harming people?

Walker sighed and shrugged his shoulders back. "Oh no whatever shall I talk to you about now? Though please trust I will come back to you on the topic one day. So where are you from?"

[lionprotected]

".....i'm  not  fu-  goddamn  ancient.  i  got  that."  well,  the  gist  of  it,  anyway.  did  he  truly  understand  half  the  shit  the  kids  these  days  said?  fuck  no.  aware  that  it  would  only  make  him  feel  older  if  he  admitted  it,  though....  yeah,  so  he  didn't.  "how  about  ...no.  i'm  never  ever  gonna  do  that,  or  say  that.  ever."  who  even....  what?  what  was  going  on  in  that  kid's  head?  dear  mother  nature,  please  ...please  save  this  boy.  thanks.  ryan  was  sure  that  underneath  all  that  whatever  that  was,  he  was  actually  a  nice  young  man.  yeah. 

"the  fuck  are  you  on?  this  ain't  some  damn  movie."  rated  r  or  not.  neither.  "you  can't  keep  doin'  this  shit,  kid.  don't  you  wanna  look  back  at  life  an'  realize  you  did  somethin'  good  in  the  time  you  had?  fuckin'  around  an'  fucking  people  up  ain't  exactly  that,  don't  you  think?"

"Oh so I said I was down bad which means like. Basically horny. Or like. Obsessed. Crushing on you. And then I called you a baddie which means like hot. So I was like oh Papi slap cuffs in me and tell me I'm a bad boy." Walker said with a little laugh ans he took a seat across from the other while he continued to work. He just couldn't help himself when around the older men of this town they were just so damn desirable. Something about the cop uniform.

"I mean, I ate already but I'd happily help you out around here if you want. Rude your shoulders. Keep your dick warm in my throat, help you with your paperwork. Whatever you wanted really Officer. I feel like I didn't really learn my lesson all the way the last time I was in your cells for the night."

[fangsnfair]

"dude, you make it sound like you come from some sort of royal family. did you have a ball for your eighteenth birthday?" he teased. "seriously though, that sounds like a load of shit; not being in control over who you marry. personally, i'm probably never getting married but at least that's still my choice. i definitely wouldn't be able to con your family though. nah. i got a feeling they'd see me walking up the steps, or whatever, and they'd tell your butler-- because you totally have a butler, don't you-- not to let me in. i give grew up on the wrong side of the tracks vibes to snobby families." he admitted with a shrug. "--and don't worry about it daddy warbucks, not being worth a quickie is in a weird way a compliment so no offense taken. i was teasing anyway. mostly. kinda-- but, yeah, for what it's worth, you seem pretty interesting too; enough to not be a pump and dump anyway."

he was hardly ever serious. always hiding behind some form of joke or some insensitive comment, constantly deflecting, but he couldn't help it. he was so used to having to take care of himself, and watch his own back, that keeping people at arm's length-- convincing them he was fine, and just a bit off kilter-- so they'd stop asking him questions was one of his survival tactics. "homework is the worst part of anything. trust me dude. i didn't even finish high school," well that truth slipped out a bit too easily, "i'm not about to waste time studying now." except he knew he needed too, he had an entire bookcase of tomes, grimoires, and other journals on magic and spells that he'd found or stolen to try and help him make sense of everything, but where was the fun in admitting walker was right?

"thanks." oh there was jealousy in his eyes as he watched how effortlessly the other witch conjured that vial for him. on a good day? iain could, if he was lucky, light a match thanks to the barrier. he knew it was keeping them all safe but he still couldn't stop the thought that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad if it came down. "i owe ya dude-- and don't worry," he released the witch's hand so he could take the vial and tuck it into the pocket of his jeans, "i won't go downing the whole thing, or using it as a mixer for my coffee at home. 1/4 of a teaspoon. i'll be a good patient. scout's honor."

shrugging his shoulders, he pursed his lips and playfully looked away from walker. "gee, sorry dude. the question iain about his magic portion of the speed date is over. guess we'll have to save that for the future sometime."

"Marry me? My that would be a step forward wouldn't it? I don't actually get to pick who I marry so you would have to con my parents into marrying me. Old bloodlines make fore snobby families. I personally don't care who I marry, so long as they have magic." Walker was fascinated by magic, and the idea of making heirs so he could study how their powers developed was something he found interesting. He wouldn't risk it by breeding with any species but a witch. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but I think I like you and am far more interested in you than just a quick lay. So long as there is no resentment when we are done."

"Uh huh. Sure." Walker raised a brow and laughed, the way the other spoke was dodgy and evasive, he couldn't tell if Iain was joking now or not. "Homework is the best part of magic Iain. It is what makes us stronger and evolves our powers to their next level." Walker turned his hand, and in a whisper of greenish black mist came a vial, the liquid inside was viscous, a teal and silver color that shifted in the light. "It's yours. Please only take a small sip. If you were to measure it, about a 1/4 of a teaspoon." he carefully placed the glass vial in Iain's hand. "I would love to study your magic. Pain? Is it physical pain or mental? And fire is a powerful gift."

[fangsnfair]

"funny, i come from-- uh-- a long line of fuck ups and rejects. they'd crucify me for not jumping your bones immediately and trying to trick you into marrying me. something about needing a good influence in my life, or whatever." he playfully argued with a laugh. "they're the types to think a good dicking means literally a good, well, you know." his family was far from magical and, frankly, far from caring about what he did with his life. even before he ran away from home-- for good reasons-- they stopped checking in on him and making sure he was okay. it shouldn't have been but it was always strange to him to hear people talk about stable families. huh. what was that like. "i mean, technically, in about twenty minutes count's for being the future." he teased, his grin spreading as he winked up at the other.

"hey, i understood what you meant." he lied with a laugh as he tried to hide behind fabricated insult at having walker explain himself. "i was just making a joke dude, that's all. i, uh, yeah-- can't really say i spend my time swallowing a lot of stuff like that so i don't have a tolerance for poison or anything like that. i've never really tested myself to see what i can endure. i'm not big on homework." he half-joked. "i definitely want to try your drug though-- or, i guess potion would be a more appropriate to call it. i got a friend i can call when i take it to check on me and make sure nothing weird happens. as far as my forte is concerned..." he paused to think of how he should answer that question. there was still so much he didn't know but he was also trying to hide that; and there were so many jokes he could make to deflect before he'd likely raise suspicion. "pain." the word left his lips before it even registered in his mind. "and fire. those," he mumbled with a heavy swallow of his breath. "--those are mine."

"My fathers would have me crucified if I were to behave untoward to you, we are a long line well bred witches and they would be upset if I were sullying our name by treating you badly." Of course he borderline harassed any older omega he came across without restraint because he was drooling for them. Tongue in cheek Walker smiled at Iain, resisting the urge to cup his face again. "If you'd done more I would be obliged to show you my home so I could thank you properly. But perhaps that is something best left for the future hm?"

"Yes. Your innate resistance to magic. For instance, I have ingested so many of my own potions have a high tolerance for poisons. If you are resistant to magic the potion won't work that well." Walker said this in a very factual way, he had spent a great deal of time studying and brewing potions of all kinds. "It is like drugs yes. Magical drugs. But sure I would be happy to give you a bottle and let you see if it works on you. Potions, poisons, and curses are my forte, what is yours?"

[fangsnfair]

"hey, don't worry about it. alpha's aren't expected to be gentlemen." there was a hint of bitterness to his words but he was still, for the most part, being playful. "of course, i complain about them but with my track record? the gentlemanly ones aren't really my type. i'm a glutton for punishment, or something like that." or maybe he just liked them a bit rough and ready. everyone was allowed to have their own type; there was no rule that they had to be healthy or good for you. "yeah? so, what, if feeling you up in public while on my knees gets me coffee what would doing more have gotten me?" he questioned with a smirk as he looked up at the taller witch; a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"my-- my resistances? are you sure i shouldn't be back on my knees for that question?" he teased, his tone faltering a bit though as he tried to use the humor to hide the fact he didn't really know the answer. there was still so much about his powers that he didn't understand. he'd never admit it but he wasn't a born witch and, well, the demon that granted him powers didn't leave him an instruction manual. just tattoos and trauma. "dude, kinda sounds like you're offering me drugs-- but, fuck it, if it means i can get a full eight hours of sleep without interruption i'll take every bottle you have."

"Nothing wrong with a bit of presumption but I also think it would be ungentlemanly for me to invite you back to my home so quickly. So coffee." Walker liked to pretend he was a bit of a coffee snob but in reality he would drink anything with caffeine. "I rather liked you feeling me up in public though, you looked so sweet on your knees like that. Coffee will be on me, obviously."

Walker seemed even more intrigued when he was told what was actually in the notebook in question. "Nightmares you say? How interesting. It would be a waste of an opportunity if I didn't offer my services, what is your innate magical resistance and would you be open to drinking a draught of dreamless sleep? It's a recipe I have been working on, based off an old English sleeping curse. I've distilled and diluted it down to last only 8 hours and be quite restful."

[fangsnfair]

"i'd argue that it might be a bit presumptuous for me to go home with you after literally just meeting you," he teased with a half-cocked grin as he fell back into place beside walker, "but i did just feel you up in public, pretty sure i heard someone whistle at us, so might as well-- or coffee. coffee is always good in my opinion."

glancing down at the hand being offered to him again, he stared at it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and reaching out with his right hand to loosely grip onto the other witches hand while they walked. "ha-- no." he answered fairly quickly, his left arm tensing a bit just to keep his notebook and skateboard more securely tucked beneath his arm. "i wouldn't call myself an artist and as nice as you seem, and feel, sharing my personal scribblings and things i see in my nightmares sounds more like a third date kind of thing. not a we just met kind of thing. it's not like fucking." he joked. "way more intimate."

There had to be something said about how endearing it was that the other was literally on his knees for him, how lovely. Walker had been serious when he had spoken of how pretty the boy's face was, it took self control not to grab it by the chin and- he stopped himself from going any further with the fantasy. Uncouth to act like that. And he usually had the lack of self control like that with older men, not young ones like this, but there was nothing wrong with that. "You are incredibly sweet. I appreciate the compliment."

Walker helped the other up and watched intently as he bent over and grabbed his stuff, looking over the contours of that nice round ass of his. He cleared his throat as he offered his hand once more this time to hold as they walked together. "Well I was going him but I would be willing to talk somewhere else. A cup of coffee perhaps? Town square?" he noticed the notebook and pointed at it. "Are you an artist? Can I see?"

[fangsnfair]

honestly he didn't know what was more embarrassing. the fact that he was on his knees, touching and admiring the alpha as he'd been told to do, right there in the open where everyone could see him or the fact that his mind was beginning to... wander. he was already on his knees, after all. he trembled at the thought of the alpha filling his throat and making a mess of his face, and taking a picture of his work while repeating his previous comment that a picture would last longer. why the hell was he being so desperate? so compliant? did new haven put something in their water to make omega's a bit needier or-- oh gods-- was he coming up on his heat?

"uh, yeah," he mumbled as he furrowed his brow. "i am definitely a fan, and you have every reason to be confident dude. i mean. shit."

pulling his hand back, color dusting over his cheeks as he seemed to regain some self control, he smoothed out the front of his shirt as he dropped down to sit on his feet. it was probably in his best interest to just turn the other down, tell him he's not interested, and go back to his journaling-- but he hardly did what was best.

"heh, no. not an angel but thanks." he mumbled with a soft smile as he looked back up at walker and took his hand. holding onto the alpha, he pulled himself up onto his feet. "--and sure. i wasn't really doing anything anyway," he lied as he turned around and bent over in front of walker so he could grab his notebook and his skateboard. "where, uh, where were you headed?" he questioned as he straightened back up and tucked his board and notebook under his left arm.

"Well I could hardly deny a fellow witch the enjoyment of my likeness. How could I?" Walker didn't move to stop Iain from touching his stomach, in fact he flexed a bit more for him to really get the full view of him. "I'm glad you like it though, makes me confidence seem to actually be worth it." he said with a little laugh as he stood there looking down at the smaller male.

"My name is Walker if that matters at all, and I assume you are some sort of angel with a face like that right?" he asked with a smile holding his hand out to Iain to help him up if he wanted to take the offered hand. "Care to walk with me?"

[fangsnfair]

sitting in the square, legs crisscrossed together with his skateboard beside him, the young witch had a notebook in his lap that he was scribbling in; jotting down and making crude sketches of the symbols he'd seen in his dreams, in his nightmares, the night before. he had been there for a few hours, comfortable in the sun, and in all honesty he hadn't meant to stare.

no. he was looking up, and stretching back, to try and get a kink out of his back when he noticed the other approaching. he didn't mean to let his eyes linger, but as the other peeled off his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from his brow and chest iain couldn't help but watch; licking his lips, even, as his eyes wandered over the other's incredible form. really it was his fault. he was practically standing directly in front of the omega. where else was he supposed to look?

"okay, hey, i wasn't staring. i was just... stretching..." he argued in defense of himself though that clearly failed as he pulled out his phone and took a quick snapshot. what. the other told him too.

honestly? the whole exchange was nothing short of embarrassing. acting like an omega that had no mind of his own, as the other teasingly told him he could touch iain found himself shuffling around-- setting his notebook on his skateboard-- so that he was now on his knees; his hands reaching up to lightly trace over the indented lines of the other's abdomen.

"damn..." the omega whispered under his breath as a bit of color flushed over his cheeks.

 Walker  was  on  the  way  back  from  his  parents  house,  a  family  dinner,  was  nice  and  all,  he  had  spent  most  of  his  childhood  abroad,  boarding  schools  and  camps  to  foster  his  magic  in  the  summers,  he  had  never  been  particularly  close  to  his  parents.  As  far  as  he  was  concerned  until  he  had  come  back  to  New  Haven  they  were  ghost  figured  who  padded  a  bank  account  and  called  him  on  holidays  and  his  birthday.

Since  coming  back  though  they  were  all  about  spending  as  much  time  with  him  as  possible,  they  wanted  him  to  live  at  home  with  them,  in  the  generational  home  they  had.  Walker  rather  liked  his  independence  though  and  went  the  route  most  others  in  New  Haven  did,  getting  housing  from  the  council,  a  one  bedroom  apartment.  Which  he  was  now  trekking  on  foot,  it  was  nice  enough  out  and  the  town  was  by  far  the  most  walkable  place  he  had  ever  been.New  Haven  was  comfortable,  easy,  and  despite  him  growing  up  away  from  it  all  felt  like  home.  Other  witches,  other  alphas  around.  Not  just  humans  he  had  to  hide  from.

Walker  peeled  his  shirt  from  his  body  using  it  to  wipe  the  sweat  from  his  brow  and  chest,  perhaps  not  realizing  just  how  warm  it  had  gotten.

"You  know  if  you  take  a  picture  it  will  last  longer."  Walker  smirked  and  raked  a  hand  back  through  his  sweaty  hair,  pushing  it  from  his  face.  "Alternatively  you  can  touch,  won't  last  very  long  but  it  will  satisfy  I  promise."

Location: Mercury Windwhisper Square

Open to all.

[lionprotected]

the  intensity  of  the  frown  that  creased  ryan's  brows  when  he  glanced  up  at  the  other  from  his  important  paperwork  was  ...  impressive,  even  to  the  eye  of  a  stranger.  he  wasn't  sure  why  the  young  alpha  bothered  drowning  him  in  horrible  pick-up  lines,  but  he  was  determined  to  keep  them  coming  &  not  just  today  either.  "i--"  little  sigh,  soft  breath  &  a  subtle  shake  of  his  head.  "i'm  not  gonna  arrest  you  for  ...whatever  ...  you  said."  mother  nature  knew  how  much  he  wanted  to.  "don't  you  got  a  curfew  or  something?  sure  it's  gettin'  quite  late  out.  wouldn't  wanna  miss  dinner,  would  you?"

ryan  had  a  lot  of  paperwork  to  do  still  &  distraction  ...was  not  helpful.  not  when  he  could  already  feel  his  father's  eyes  boring  into  his  back  &  judging  the  pile  of  files  he  had  to  finish  up  before  the  end  of  the  week.

@lionprotected

"Officer.  You  have  the  right  to  remain  sexy.  No  no  wait  let  me  try  again.  You  should  arrest  yourself  for  being  so  hot.  No  no  come  on  um.  Let's  see.  I  am  usually  better  at  these."  Walker  said  as  he  leaned  against  the  nearest  flay  surface,  he  couldn't  help  himself.  Men  in  power  made  him  act  more  a  fool  than  he  already  was.  "Oh  wait  you  can  out  me  under  arrest  for  being  so  down  bad  for  a  baddie  like  you."

The  witch  gave  his  best  look  of  innocence  as  he  held  out  his  wrists  for  the  cuffs,  half  playing.  Half  not.  Mostly  not,  a  night  locked  up  under  the  other  sounded  quite  nice  to  the  witch.