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[thereapernoel]

"I do apologize, Mr. Thomson." Noel said so very insincerely knowing the tribrid was another fool enamored with unamusing mentally unstable twin. He was vaguely aware of what was going on with Lucien. He didn't have the time to deal with it or its fall out at the moment more focused on his own priorities, which were getting home to his own insatiable stupid bird. As a Gaudet, it was a genetic fault that work would find a way into everything. Even Noel wasn't above it hence why he was leaving his office where Avery caught him.

"Despite what it may seem, I will not be having office hours this week." Because Noel would work, just not with actual patients face to face because he was well aware of his lack of sexual control. Hell with the tribrid standing so close to him he was reminded how alike he and Lucien were in taste. "If you'd like to set up something...later. By all means, Mr Thomson. I would love to have you in my office." Noel's words full of flirtatious innuendo.

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[drluciengaudet]

With the heat a fading terrible memory of things he wasn’t exactly proud of Lucien was looking for something familiar. Especially now he and Kaden weren’t talking. He didn’t have the man to come home to, didn’t have his teddy bear to sleep with meaning he wasn’t sleeping well. After reading on the bond that had formed between them Lucien understood more of what the elder was going through to a degree, in the fact he’d read the words and knew the things he’d said, or well yelled, at the other had likely made it all worse. Lucien wasn’t good interacting with people normally, usually arrogant and rude by default. He understood empathy, but didn’t know how to convey it. 

He wasn’t sure how long he was standing in front of the familiar door. It wasn’t the first time he’d come to it since Aurelius had left. Avery had been there the last couple times and he’d treated the other poorly this time around. Yelled at him, defended his sire against the young alpha who did exactly what Avery said he would yet again. Being wrong wasn’t something Lucien was often in the lab, but outside of it, it felt that’s all he ever was. Maybe if he would have came to the other earlier things wouldn’t have gone like that had. 

The knock to the door was soft, it didn’t have to be hard. He knew if Avery was behind the door he’d hear it. He wasn’t sure what the younger knew. If he heard Lucien was no longer just a vampire, but had a feeling he had as it seemed near everyone knew. He reviewed the label on the bottle of blood wine he brought making sure it was a rare and expensive vintage. Bringing his own after the fiasco the last time Avery gave him wine, though it was also a peace offering. He didn’t want to admit Avery was right and part of him still held hope his sire or former sire wold come back, that it really was different this time, but the days had turned to weeks had turned to months and part of him knew it would be years until the man returned if he did. Maybe his interest was gone because of his tainted blood and what he was. 

Lucien finally looked up when he heard the door open not sure what he expected, if Avery would let him in, tell him to leave, if he’d say anything at all. “Mr. Thomson.” He formally greeted. “It’s been some time.” 

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[anathairsa]

The pool adjacent to the common room in the Undercroft was massive. River wasn’t sure he had seen one this size, let alone one magicked to mimic the environment the mermen needed to survive in their legless form. The gentle sea water lapping against the sides of the pool and the smell of sea salt in the air was almost enough to remind him of home.

“Staring at me isn’t going to make me suddenly transform.” River’s gaze snapped from the water to the vampire. He had felt the vague unease from the slaves whenever a master entered the undercroft to ‘browse’ but the last three days had desensitized the reaper to it. Some would shuffle off - as if there was anywhere for them to hide - while others seemed more interested in getting attention. That made sense. Leaving with a master meant they would be out of the undercroft, potentially claimed, maybe purchased. 

That’s what he should be doing. He needed to remember why he was here. Be charming. He could do that.

“I’m just an observer. It’s a realistic enchantment.”

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[raidenproulx]

Uninvited (Raiden/Avery)

Raiden was in the mood for French food and that usually meant Lovell or Lucien. Course he wanted Lovell, but had just dropped a slave off in really bad shape so that wasn’t happening. The omega getting super bent out of shape when Raiden brought a slave, but twice as bad when they were so near death for all the work he had to do and he was not dealing that nonsense, which left him Lucien who he always enjoyed. His mind was going through some of the costumes he’d bought the lithe thing. His supple features and flawless form always wearing those effeminate items so well. Lucien was pretty as they came and that went a long way with Raiden, even more so with how much of a freak the batshit thing was in the sack. 

He didn’t announce himself, because he didn’t have to. Lucien was his bitch and he could come anytime he wanted for that sweet ass. He’d had a key made long ago to get into Lucien’s suite and used it once more heading into the sterile living space as if that didn’t already call out what a fucking headcase he was, but nothing fucked quite like crazy. Lucien’s smell was faint around the suite and Raiden was question if the little thing was there, but soon went into the master bedroom and found the bathroom door closed. Nothing hotter than his bitch freshly showered for him, specially with all those floral scents the other used. He would have made the perfect omega. 

Shifting to the bed Raiden fell on it getting comfortable as he waited for his woman to come out. Hearing the door opened he propped himself up on an elbow to take in the pretty thing when he walked out. Needless to say it was pretty and French, but sure as shit not who the fuck Raiden was expecting and his heckles were up immediately when his eyes met the other alpha’s. Raiden was sitting up, swinging his feet to the ground as his glare rolled up on Avery of all fucking people. “You better have real good reason bein here motherfucker.” Raiden growled as he stood to his full height glaring at the younger hybrid. 

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the neko’s head tilted back even more as the belt was tightened, letting out a gasped whine at the tightness that made his head fuzzy. his thighs clenched together as he felt the master’s hand travel under his skirt, black lace panties awaiting his greedy hand. “don’t mess up my costume,” he muttered, the only complaint he would have, it was too pretty for avery to rip apart or get dirty. he immediately moaned into the kiss, lips parting open so the varcolac’s tongue could enter his mouth, letting his own attempt to fight for dominance in the kiss even if it was obvious who had that.

[firebxrd]

@avery-alpha-varcolac the master that had rented him for the night had quickly become tired of his big mouth, with the non stop attitude and insults coming from the phoenix he was starting to get ignored so he took it upon himself to start wandering away from him and closer to the bar. he stared at the alcohol that sat behind the bar almost longingly, he missed his coping mechanism. he didn’t expect someone to talk to him, so when he heard someone offer to buy him a drink he turned his head and blankly looked at him. “me?” he questioned, brow furrowing slightly, “you talking to me?”

[thereapernoel]

Noël knew it was inevitable to run into some he knew from his past at the castle or in general. It wasn’t as though France was a massive country or that he was able to avoid Paris being it the hub of the country and a place where he often went to study considering many of the shared sciences he and his brother found interest in. That being said, both Gaudet son’s made sure to avoid each other. They never mixing well since childhood. Even Noël couldn’t deny the way his brother could and still did get under his skin. 

Like his brother, Noël was prone to have his head in a book, though the fiction he chose was less erotic and more nostalgic. Currently he was reading The Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire who he had known off and on through the years. Not one to give unsolicited assistance to any, nor without pay, he watched the young man grow into an old man, never truly changing anything ruled by past traumas, but his poetry was powerful at times.

He heard the echo of steps down the hall approaching him, by no means was he arrogant enough to assume the person was trying to engage him until a shadow was cast over his book. When his dark eyes raised there was recognition. He’d met Avery in passing a few times knowing exactly who the varcolac was and watched as the other realized who he was. 

“Looking for Lucien?” He asked with mild interest. 

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[drluciengaudet]

Lucien had a tendency to make poor choices in those he brought to bed with him. It all starting with his sire and cascaded down to the myriad of personality disorders that regularly visited, most he did have some sort of working relationship with and then there were a handful of mistakes. Ones Lucien himself was emotionally compromised and taken by the heat of the moment. 

Avery he’d classify in the latter group. Much like Hunter in his view, a lesser vampire that was below his status. Granted Avery had more positives than Hunter in that Avery was French born and of status. Unfortunately he was obstinate, childish, and completely ego driven. He like a horrible mix of Hunter and Raiden. Granted with all in the castle Lucien made it a point to avoid certain master’s like the varcolac and had achievable success thus far.

The Frenchman had taken the long way to the library knowing the path a few of those he wasn’t in the mood to deal took at this time, but of course, of course one was off script and it was the one he’d wanted to interact with the least. At least with Raiden there was a chance he’d be distracted, but with Avery he knew it wouldn’t be so easy once those dark eyes rose and caught his form at the end of the hall. He knew immediately by the arrogant curling of the lips Avery was more than pleased at this turn of events. Lucien was one to stand on ceremony and now that he’d been spotted he couldn’t just leave. Avery would have his scent and he doubted the stubborn creature would let him be until he gave him the attention Avery felt he deserved. 

With dread, and the smallest amount of pleasure he didn’t have a heart beat knowing it would have been racing, Lucien stood still as a statue until Avery was standing before the French councilman.  “Mr. Thompson. It has been too long.” Lucien lied. The sex was extraordinary, that he wouldn’t deny, it was everything else that made the varcolac near impossible for Lucien to tolerate. “I do hope you’ve been well since our last meeting.” 

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