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REBEL MOON – PART ONE: A CHILD OF FIRE December 21st 2023 | dir. Zack Snyder ››› Michiel Huisman as Gunnar

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The demon had to hold back the full body shudder at the words that fell from the others mouth. He wasn't sure what charm he was speaking about. As far as he could tell he was as charming as a pile of rocks, he was daft to think those supposed jokes he spewed was any bit charming. Made him question Seth a little in his choices, but only a little as he often chose to spend time with the demon. Not everyone was perfect, well, aside from himself. "You jump to conclusions faster than flies find shit." He commented, giving him a once over judging him as he went.

He was challenging him, the demon couldn't think of a worse way to spend his time than doing what he was suggesting. "Oh, Shade, I don't think you know what you're truly asking. Knowing you only last a minute is not as thrilling as you seem to think it is."

Well that was an interesting note. Raphael and Ransom. Not that Shade would remember, but if he did something he should mention to FInn if the other didn't know yet.

Grim was obviously more adult in his insults, but Shade didn't really care since he didn't take it as one. Missing the point as anything and everything to him would always get shifted to one absolute in the end. "That so, you hittin on me Grimshaw? I fuckin knew it. Can't resist all this mother fuckin charm yeah?"

Shade was indeed that cocksure in the end. When it came to sex there was absolutely no stops anymore. As a human he was 20% better, as a cambion it was a free-for-all. If his mouth wasn't leading him into a fight his dick was going to lead him into a problem.

"Can fuck off to the supply closet for a minute if you got the balls, Grimshaw." The last said as a challenge.

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Michiel Huisman as Gunnar Rebel Moon – Part One: A Child of Fire (2023)

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His gaze had moved over to the direction of the wolves, as they howled into the night as slaves to the full moon above them. He settled easily against the siding of the building, the smell of booze and weed wafting out every time someone opened the door. That was until his guest lit up his own, the demon turning his attention from the darkness to the man next to him. Watching him silently for a moment before nodding his head at the question. "He found me, and we had an interesting conversation. When he isn't trying to assault me he isn't too bad." Not that he would intentionally seek out his attention any time soon, but he could tolerate his presence when the other does. "I always do, the night is still young, plenty of time to cause more." He would need it with how annoying these festivities were to him. Too much joy and not enough screams for his liking, but he'd put that aside for now. "And you? Getting up to anything worthwhile?"

One had to be blind in order to miss Grimshaw Bones floating around Cannabites. Seth personally claimed to be of such a condition wearing a load prescription of glasses that still only gave him such clarity with further distances even after years. Yet he still saw the demon catch his gaze and after gulping down the last of his drink, he slipped on his jacket and layers and followed the nightmare outside into the hellish cold night.

The snow-covered streets were practically empty at this time of night now. Everyone was either heading home or locked into their party location while werewolves howled in the far distance of the woods. Seth exited Cannabites and strolled over to Grim as he lit up a joint and took a long drag. "I don't know, I kinda like it," he said, smirking wryly. "I take it you found Dempsey in there, huh?" He knew that Grim and Shade had a rather tense interaction a while back and he knew how Shade could be with that temper of his. Not that Grim had any reason to fear the young cambion who lost a lot more than he won. "You having fun causing chaos?"

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'Ask your mom.' He kept his face as it was, a small smile that could have easily been mistaken for a smirk. On the inside he was rolling his eyes, he couldn't figure out what about the other Seth liked. He was certain he could find a rock that was smarter, and funnier than the man in front of him. For now he will play the game, no point in ruining the night when he didn't have to, especially as he was trying to be more social. As much as he loathes trying to do anything he certainly didn't like doing. "I won't argue on that." He'd remark regarding his drinks, thoroughly enjoying the one he had in his hand. He'd give him that, he could make good drinks, or rather, he could come up with good ones.

"He's sucking Raphael's, the ghoul has that one on a leash whether chief agrees or not." If it weren't for the closeness the two seemed to have the dragon would have found himself a permnant resident of the undercroft or buried in some unmarked grave for what he'd done. It came as no surprise that the other got a slap on the wrist for his actions, not that the demon cared much. It was fun to watch him destroy a part of the village he lived in, being able to feed off of the fear of his neighbors for a good while after.

"I do love games." He'd hum as he finished off the drink he had, handing it off to whoever walked by them regardless if they were working or not. He didn't comment right away on his last point, he couldn't help the draw he had on the witch and the mess that was his head. Far more entertaining than anyone else he's come across lately. "Why, I might have found someone already. I am speaking with you, aren't I? Not nearly as enjoyable as Seth, but I'm not one to be too choosey when the choices are so slim." He gives a lofty shrug, eventually he knew the witch would find his way to the demon.

"It's still early, sweetheart. If you stay awhile. I'm sure I can do better. Ask your mom, I never disappoint." The younger snickered again clicking his flute against the one he'd handed the demon taking a drink of his own. "God damn I make some good drinks though, outta try it." He winked. Least Grim would know there was nothing in it to hurt him since Shade was half demon himself. Didn't mean part of him didn't want to pump the dude full of holy water. Was he still butt hurt over dude fucking Seth, yes, did he have any reason or right to, no, but that didn't really matter to Shade.

He pursed his lips slightly at the rubble comment. "How that dude gets off with a fucking week in the undercroft is some bullshit. Bet if I pulled some shit like that I'd be down there again and it wouldn't be temporary. Bro's suckin some powerful dick." He clicked his tongue in annoyance finishing another glass taking the last flute off the tray and setting it on the bar freeing up a hand though he really could have smacked the shit out of Grim with that tray. Next time.

"Whatever." He grumbled. "Didn't change too much other than added more games and shit down here. Upstairs is pretty much the same. All the uppity shit for the councilmen to make money and down here is where the fun is at." He gestured. The basement was really where Shade would like to be, but upstairs was where he thrived in the kitchen. Tyrannical as any head chef in the moment and chill as they came when he was serving drinks in the basement, depending the company. "I'm sure even your ass can find something you like, other than Harper."

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Cannabites had been something of unique experience for the demon, not an unwanted one. He could give less for the owner of the establishment, but he knew that Seth loitered around these parts because of him. After his interaction with the owner he went on back to his search though with as much effort as he usually put into doing things. Moving through the crowd of people he'd lazily scan the faces surrounding him until they landed on who he was looking for. When their eyes met he signalled with his head towards the door, the exit, before heading towards it and slipping out.

He was leaning against the facade when the witch showed himself as he exited the building. Grimshaw holding a glass he'd been given before he left, watching the liquid swirl around the glass as the other came close. "Nauseating, isn't it? All this festive spirit is ironic for such a place like this." He'd say, keeping his gaze on his glass as he thought. A sigh leaving his lips before he downed the rest of what was inside, "But any excuse to drink and be an annoyance is good enough for me."

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Cannabites wasn't his first choice in locations he could have gone to, filtering in and out of various places before finding himself here. In truth he'd never actually been here before, it's flavor not something he sought out for himself personally. Finding it not something that went well with his own tastes, yet there he was inspite of it. Suppose he was hoping to stumbling into a specific witch he'd been messing around with, aware of his connection to the owner. After a while of meandering and not finding him he chose to move on, maybe find some other to keep him occupied.

As luck would have it someone would come by, the very owner himself, and with a drink to boot. The demon would take the offering, not one to turn down the chance to indulge himself. "As pleasant as always, Dempsey." He'd say as he tasted the beverage now in his hands. Eyes never leaving the others, a grin slowly lifting the edges of his lips. "If that was your best for this evening then we're in for a rather dull night. That was the lowest hanging fruit I have ever seen." He had seen enough of his mind to know this was poorly thought out, though the demon figured that was something of a specialty for him. "To answer your inquiry, I've come to see what this little joint is all about. Now that it's no longer rubble."

Cannabites was split cleanly as ever. Fine upstairs and a shit show downstairs, Shade was all downstairs this time though rarely popping up unless there was a problem that needed his attention. Since there was no dinner service and it was all hors d'oeuvres and drinks. He was making a lot of drinks though and pounding more of them down and other things that were given to him and taken in excess by him. Nothing new there, it was a holiday. Not that he needed any kind of excuse.

He'd taken down four glasses on the tray and was moving through letting other's have the blackberry champagne cocktail he'd made for the holiday. They were a fan favorite, which he liked cause they were easy to make and good as hell to drink. He was about to take another for himself when a familiar face was heading in. Shade more then sure on who he was here to see.

"Oi, oi, got some balls on you don't ya." He mused, holding a glass to the demon he'd started shit with more than once. "You come to say hi to me this time or you lookin for Harper? Cause if its the latter you can Grim deez nuts." Shade used his free hand to gesture to his nuts to be clear the nuts to be grimmed whatever that actually meant. Regardless, the cambion found himself amusing as ever.

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Grimshaw as Ransom part 2

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Was dressing up as Ransom a spur of the moment decision? Yes, the demon didn't often participate in such mundane holidays such as Halloween, despite his nature. Causing nightmares didn't require him to dress up in something silly, not physically, making others believe in monster was a trick of his mind. For this evening, after had had happened to the villge during the police chiefs tantrum he felt it poignant to represent him. Only to see the look on his face when he notices that he was wearing his exact uniform. Something the demon had taken the liberty to steal from him since he wasn't using it currently.

Grim, lost in his thoughts was pulled out of them by a familiar voice, the one ghoul who he knew would enjoy his costume choice. "You presume correctly." He said with a crooked grin that would make lesser mean fearful. "I have yet to run into the currently suspended chief. I do hope to sooner than later, hoping to see him twice when I unveil the second part to this costume."

Raphael really did have to hand it to Grim. When the man was given a task, he delivered. It wasn't hard to miss the nightmare who'd been granted VIP access to his newest club Euphoria, especially when that man was dressed just like the target Grim had been assigned. If Raph hadn't known better he would've been convinced that Grim was actually Ransom Morozov working tonight. He'd laughed to himself and met up with the head banker at the bar.

"Our favorite Officer Morozov, I presume?" he said, leaning against the counter next to the younger demon. Raphael's lips spread into a grin as he glanced Grim over so he could get the full view up close and personal. "Don't bother getting your card out tonight, your tab's on me for this. Has Morozov seen this yet?"

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Costume part 1

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Michiel Huisman as Dawsey Adams in The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (2018)

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"I don't think he's too far out from that, if that is your end goal with him." He says, the demon didn't think he needed to do too much to get the dragon to that point. The male was always so wound tight, in the end it wouldn't take much to nudge him right over the edge. Whether it be because of himslef or the vampire before him, if he had to bet, it would be Raphael. "Yes, that is a rather sore subject for him, isn't it? Rather typical but it is what it is." He'd seen such things used against others so many times before. How attached other species got to their mothers was such a common weakness.

"Splendid," Raphael chuckled, his eyes glimmering mischievously as he could only imagine how Ransom reacted to Grim's constant annoyance. "Keep at it, Grim, I'd like to see how much longer he can keep himself as together as he is before he loses complete control." Because an out of control wrath dragon posed zero threat to Raph who always remained perfectly in control of himself. "And while you're at it, feel free to use his mother's death as a weapon against him."

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The demon was given such a feast to feed on he it almost felt like he had skipped on to heaven. The memories, the fear on top of the physical pleasure was almost too much. The glutton in him knew better, hungered for even more, taking as much as he was given by the witch without taking too much wasn't as hard as it used to be. At his age he had grown profecient at not over indulging himself on one person, but when he got going it often meant more than one person could truly satisfy his hunger. For now, in this moment with the witch, it would have to do. He'd grip at Seth's jawn, pulling him into a heated and hungry kiss as he drove harder and deeper into him.

He moved at a bruising pace, pushing himself closer and closer to where he wnted to be. Not before the witch below him, the way he cried out for him, the pleading made him growl as he shifted his hips to aim where it needed to be. A hand would wrap itself around the other, pumping him in time with his movements even as they grew more erratic. "Come for me." He'd demand, voice as low as it has ever been around the other. When he did the demon would hold onto his hip with his other hand, move in and out of him more shallowly before he reached that peak. Filling him up with a loud groan, pushing into him a few more times after as he rode that high.

Seth groaned, eyes rolling and head tilting back as he could physically feel his energy draining. Being around demons like Hemi and Shade previously gave him enough experience to recognize the sensation and it wasn’t all too terrible when being fucked. The thing with Seth’s mind was that once it started, it could keep going whether Seth wanted to or not. Those images of mice and rats devolved into memories of his mother beating him verbally and physically throughout his childhood, Seth recently on a battlefield clearly in Krovs Castle defending the vamps from an army of faeries stupid enough to attack this place, and Raiden attacking him and killing Shade all in this very suite. The witch wasn’t a stranger to fear and terror having lived through enough of it in his life to feed Grim for more than just one night. And he sure as hell had no issue with that.

“Fuck!” he gasped, sure that the demon left a prominent mark on his neck. Course that sharp bite only got him going more, Seth always a sucker for getting kissed or bit in that area. His nails dug into Grim’s broad shoulder and his back, raking down them as the demon picked up his pace and Seth become a moaning, panting, whimpering mess underneath him with his imagination running wild for the gluttonous creature on top of him. He hitched a leg up over the older’s hip, thigh “Fuck… fuck…” The ball of pressure grew tighter and tighter as moments passed. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Grim, fuck, keep going, please. I’m almost… fuck, almost there, please.”

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The grin that crept onto his face would have made lesser men shake in their boots. To say he liked this one was an understatement, he say many uses if he managed to secure some sort of friendship between him and the other. If nothing else, another eye to keep on Ransom for the little reports he had to give to a certain councilman. "Only the pretty ones." He answered with a chuckle that rang deep from his chest, the room itself did what it was supposed to do and nothing more. The demon had no interest in making the place comfortable for anyone, what good would it do him if people that came were comfy? "You're correct, unless you give someone permission to have access to it on your behalf. That would require you and them to fill out another form, so we have it on file." He explained, usually most would have one other with access just in case the holder of the box fell onto unfortunate circumstances in which they couldn't come themselves. "You can decide how many you wish to have access, but I strongly suggest choosing one, someone you trust entirely."

The formalities were oddly endearing. Even after all his time spent outside of the Faerie Realm, Abbàn still found himself pleasantly surprised by the customs and norms adopted by those dwelling here. Sparing a final glance around the place, Abbàn strolled into the room and kept his surprise firmly suppressed as he took in the change of scenery. When the other man had suggested a more private setting, Abbàn hadn’t anticipated finding himself in a space that could barely pass as an interrogation room. A little interior design certainly wouldn’t go amiss, that was for sure. “This is quaint,” he commented simply, mainly to fill the void until they got to the matter at hand. “Do you bring all the boys here?” Flashing a playful grin in the other man’s direction, Abbàn waved his teasing away and settled to lean against the wall to get a little more comfortable. “Now, I may be hideously incorrect – it’s rare, but it does happen occasionally – but am I right in assuming I’ll be the only individual able to access the box? Or can it be accessed by a number of individuals if requested or required? I’m not so hot on the rules and regulations of these things.”

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The smirk that spread across his lips so confidently when the witch made his way over to him. He'd let him grab him by the back of his neck to, finding it all very appealing to his nature. The kiss itself had him moving himself even closer, drawing an arm around the other as he pulled him in close. It was brief and teasing in nature that only proved to spark the demon into action. "Right here. Right now." He said lowly as he delved into another kiss, one the opposite of the other, it was hungry and demanding. He'd guide him to the desk moving him to it until it stopped them, then hands began to pull at the clothes the witch had worn. "Too far. I want you now." His hunger wouldn't allow for patiences as it wanted to be fed, he'd pull at his shirt until it was out of the way. Lips moved to latch onto Seth's neck as hungry hands began to pull at his belt.

"Oh, I have plenty," Seth said, standing up to meet Grim's height once the demon pulled away far too soon. He smirked, rounding the desk and boldly grabbing the nightmare by the back of the neck. "So then indulge in it, you glutton." He punctuated the demand by pulling him in for only the briefest, teasing kiss, gently biting at Grim's bottom lip as he pulled back. "You good with right here or should we take this to my suite?"