Loras, stay and help me pray. It’s been so long I’ve quite forgotten how.

“Loras Tyrell?”

theredpress:

Tonight Charles was going by Francis. He’d dressed up, shaved, and gave off that nervous, virgin air. He had to be acting as bait. Under-aged bait. Erik highly disproved as he watched his hunter awkwardly flirt at the pool tables. Really, Charles should never be anything other than what he was - wolf amoung humans. Deadly, controlling, power housed in that delicious body that melted under the vampire’s touch. His human was so warm under him. So trusting. Mouthwatering. Erik would stay and watch and plan. Charles would be his to use while the vampire was in town and nothing else would touch him.

zimothy:

Erik was really hoping that one day, that kid was going to stop watching him from afar and actually come talk to him.

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