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[nottheangel-raphael]

"Don't you look positively delicious," Raphael said coming up to his youngest slave Mason with a smirk on his lips. He really had done well with the revealing outfits for both him and Ransom this holiday. He might have to make this a recurring theme every Christmas just for himself –– he deserved it after all. "You behaving yourself tonight, Masey?"

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[shadedempsey]

"Surprised you ain't workin, or are you workin and Kaden's got you makin sure I'm not up to no good?" Shade asked behind the bar that was decked out in Christmas decor, he himself not as much dressed as John McClane from Die Hard, which he'd argue until he was blue in the face was, in fact, a Christmas movie.

Currently Shade and Kaden were not on the best of terms. Well ever since he'd taken over as Chief of Police and turned into a complete dick canoe. Not that Shade particularly liked him before, but he was tolerable in comparison to Ransom, who he felt was getting his just deserts. "There's only one way for you to find out, Scoopy." He winked at the cop because he wasn't ever going to let that nickname go.

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[raidenproulx]

Raiden was affected by heat in more than one aspect considering his mix of species. Of course, he could easily control it if he wanted, but was well known for using such things to excuse bad behavior. Such was the case currently where he was in town having a familiar cambion pinned to the front of his own restaurant about to sink his teeth into his neck, not at all to feed or well not his vampire side, when he heard the sharp bark of his name at his back.

The mirth filled laugh gurgled out of him as he pulled his talons from Shade letting the half beaten to shit cambion fall to the ground in a groaning heap turning his attention to the beta wolf who thought his badge had any ruling over the tribrid. "You must be looking to take his place Thatcher because I can't think of any other reason you'd interrupt me. Just that fucking eager for my attention aren't you?" Raiden asked fixing his collar before letting his destructive gaze fall on the lesser creature.

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[officermorozov]

Mason had this ability to be in the worst place possible all the time. In the beginning Ransom believed it was on purpose, but he'd started to realize it was less that way and more the wolf was just that dense when it came to things at times. Probably why Raphael coveted him as a slave and put had him work for Ransom. Still yet to get a suppressant in him the beta had been offering him a cup of coffee, tripped and now it was on him and his uniform. Of course, Valentine was on a call leaving it just him and the wolf alone.

Of course the younger couldn't just leave it. Instead was trying to clean it off. Rubbing his hands all over Ransom's chest and stomach. The black dragon closed his eyes trying to find a modicum of control as the other kept at it. Apologizing and incessantly touching him. Ransom closed his eyes letting out a slow growl gripping the younger by the arm.

"Thatcher..." The words half warning, but it was already too late. He knew it and he was sure the idiot wolf had no fucking clue what he'd done or gotten himself into. He leaned into the wolf bringing their faces close. "I'm going to fucking tear you apart." He grinned.

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[kresnikxkaden]

While Ransom was serving the first half his council-decreed punishment in the castle’s Undercroft at quite possibly the worst time of year, Kaden had been selected as Krovs Town’s interim police chief for the next two weeks. Frankly, he considered it a blessing in disguise as it gave him an excuse to stay in town away from Lucien after everything that had gone down between Ransom and the Italian councilman. No way would the kresnik dare to counter De Luca’s bullshit story at the risk of really screwing his boss over. Even with his master revived from death, Kaden still had the lingering emotional effects from the guardianship bond being severed. Course, having that removed also gave him a chance to clear his head and consider this broken tie as perhaps not entirely a bad thing despite the guilt and sense of failure in his duty as a protector. 

And naturally the first day of heat week with a new temporary chief required all hands on deck for the department in town. That included Raphael’s slave Mason who, just by looks alone, was struggling to keep himself together from the moment he stepped foot in the squad room earlier that morning. Time sure as hell wasn’t doing him any favors as Kaden saw the fever in the form of flushed skin and beads of sweat on his forehead. 

“Thatcher!” he called out from the office that Lucien’s unnecessary and mortifying bitching earned him. “Come in here for a second, please.” 

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[drluciengaudet]

I want to be yours (Lucien/Mason)

Finding out Raphael was alive was a bit of a complicated moment for Lucien. Of course Raph was always good at influencing the French doctors emotions and was able to eventually calm him down. Still the Italian had been very cryptic in many of the things he said, enough so Lucien was lost by half of it and just chalked it up to Raph’s normal antics. The only annoying thing Lucien actually focused on was his inability to answer Lucien when they’d see each other again as Raph was leaving him, alive for the moment. He didn’t let the ghoul see how much that bothered him. Still having those lingering pangs of emotion from his sire’s abandonment and now Raph was leaving him as well, though he’d promised Lucien he’d see him again.

A few days had passed and Lucien was getting annoyed. Sure Raphael had lied to him, until he heard the Italian had been captured and placed in the undercroft. Lucien was shocked to say the least and was on Kaden in an instant demanding Raphael be brought to him, rented for him and him alone. Kaden, Lucien assumed to shut him up, did as was asked and soon there was a knock to his door. Lucien was there in an instant pulling it open to usher his former colleague in slamming it on the distasteful guards before regarding the charming ghoul. 

“I would have sent for you sooner had I known.” Lucien apologized as he looked up at the taller man and reached a hand out to brush his cheek smiling lovingly to the other. “You do not deserve to be in such a place. The undercroft is...” He trailed as he his eyes dropped and roamed over Raphael. “But I’m sure I can think of ways to make you forget that terrible place.” Lucien hummed letting his hand fall and finger run down Raph’s shirt as those dark eyes shifted up. “You are technically my slave this evening Mr. DeLuca.” Lucien purred.

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[mannythejaguar]

Hell Guards || Manny & Mason

Something strange definitely seemed to be happening in the Illuminatum lately. As guard in the castle, he’d been hearing reports of folks randomly appearing on the property out of thin air and rumors of people long thought dead back to life. It only reminded the berserker of how shit like this went down in Krovs, magic causing bizarre things with seemingly no explanation. Apparently not even that changed when the witches took over the world from the vampires.

On edge with the feeling of something off twisting his gut, he picked up a couple extra shifts over the week before the party to keep an eye out. He and Mason were on duty together this time, Manny much preferring the hellhound’s company over many of the other guards. He and Mason had interacted a few times as slaves within Krovs, what with the other’s master being Manny’s sire. He liked to think the two of them turned out fairly well and level-headed given the shit they’d each gone through unlike some of the more...aggressive guards in the place who held no qualms taking out their anger on the vampires who’d once enslaved them before. 

The berserker passed his partner for the evening a drink he’d got from the vending machine, figuring they could both use a little hydration or sugar for the shift. “You know, I heard amongst all the strange shit going on that De Luca might not be as dead as everyone thinks,” he said, raising a brow at Mason to gauge his reaction. “Heard a couple rumors of potential sightings going around here.” 

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[nottheangel-raphael]

Raphael knew he'd taken a bit of a risk giving his slaves some free rein in dressing themselves for this ball. He'd owned Charlie and Mason long enough that they ought to know what he liked on them so perhaps this was a test. And if they failed miserably, well... the ghoul had been in a mood since New Year's when his plot to bring Morozov to his club didn't work as intended. That fury had been bubbling in his gut ever since fucking Valentine showed up saying the chief took the night off. Since when? The whole point in roofieing Gareth's obnoxious little demon had been to get the black dragon's attention and he'd been ignored... and Raph knew how to hold onto something petty for a good long while.

For Mason he told him to go with a silver and/or ice theme so he could at least match Raph and Charlie to some degree. He liked his wolf in silver as ironic as that might seem. It paired ever so nicely with gold. As expected from his younger slave, Mason played it safe yet still looked handsome enough the ghoul couldn't be mad about it.

"I wish you'd gone a little more out of your comfort zone but this suits you just fine," Raph said as he met his slave at the bar. "What are you drinking tonight, Masey? My treat."

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