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[olliscot]

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      oliver’s main goal in life was always pissing off his parents. he did it from the time he knew what ticked them off until he got older. liking guys really never sat well with them either and that made it even better when his little messes were with guys. cute ones that he made the dull parties even more fun than the obnoxiously boring people that attended. he had been spending some time with his twin sister since her fling of the moment was late. until she decided to not even stick around. he grabbed a bottle of whisky, the top shelf kind his father would not want him drinking. he never noticed, though. or at least never said anything. either way he found exactly who he was looking for, sneaking up behind him, waving the bottle. “come on. i have some fun planned.” 

[nottobecrossed]

@valiiancy

This place had grown irreprehensibly boring. It really wasn’t anyone’s fault. There was only so much…entertainment one place could offer a man like him. At his age and in general. And with what little luster this place still had had worn off on the elder vampire from charm to tedium.

Gideon sighed and put his book down. He supposed it was time to move again. Perhaps head back across the seas to Europe. Europe was always good for a fun romp.

“Hey you!” Gideon looked up from staring at his damasked ceiling in thought as his progeny waltzed into the room. Margaret, as always, all wild smiles and wild eyes.

“Where have you been?” He asked in cheeky suspicion. Her clothes were dirty, her hair a mess, and those wild eyes held that spark in them that said she had done something. Something bad. Something she was proud of.

And much like a cat wanting to leave its prize at its master’s feet for praise, Margaret curled into his lap with a cooed, “Ouuuut…”

“I can see.” He told her, plucking a leaf from her hair as she giggled.

“What have you been up to?”

“Reading.”

“That’s all you ever do.” The blonde pouted, resting her head on her maker’s shoulder and looking up at him through her lashes.

“I like reading. And, to be fair, that’s all there is to do around here.”

“Not anymore….” His progeny sing-songed, seeming to get to the point.  Margaret all but leapt up of her maker’s lap and grabbed his hand to pull him along with her. She led Gideon through the house and up the stair. Gideon smirked. What was she doing?

The blonde vampire opened the door to Gideon’s master bedroom where her brother, Michael, he had wondered where he had been, had a boy restrained on his bedroom floor. “We found him while we were out and thought you might like it.” Margaret told him, beaming with pride.

The dark haired vampire grinned and raked his eyes over his new ‘gift’; lying on the floor, battered and injured, and leashed like a dog to one of the four posts of his bed. “My, my, isn’t this a nice surprise. You do give the best gifts.” The maker cooed, kneeling down by the captured woman. “What’s your name, sweet lad?”

[aldyrion]

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“cute is an understatement for the likes of you.”

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    It wasn't hard to guess that she was the special guest. She received the man's invitation despite the fact they didn't attend the same circles and, as everyone else who had ever invited her to a formal party, he must have wanted her to sing at some kind of event. Honestly, it was a little uncomfortable the way everyone was too amiable to her, as if trying to get on her good graces. Still, it was part of being a (retired) opera singer. When she finally came across the business man who invited her, she shook his hand, words pouring from her mouth in a melodious voice. “I must thank you for this wonderful evening. Since I stopped performing, occasions for socializing are few and far between.” She hoped that he would read between the lines and catch the no to any possible gig he had to offer, yet she doubted the man would give in so easily.

[everlonqs]

          his legs lay outstretched on the table, his guitar resting in his lap. his fingers pluck at the strings in erratic melodies and chaotic patterns. perhaps because he’s incredibly distracted   —   because he finds his eyes shooting across the room every so often, lingering on the sight of a very familiar silhouette. two months  it has been, ever since he first threaded into dangerous territory. it was a logical decision with no one else around and the mutual underlying desire and frustration. the problem ?  he hasn’t found himself able to quit   —   he’s become addicted to the taste of his lips and the noises he makes when jude has his lips on his neck. it’s thrilling, as much as it is terrifying him. as he sees the other approach, he meets their gaze directly. he takes a deep breath, at first, before finding the words to utter in his company.   “ want to hear how the new song’s coming along ?  ”   he proposes, quirking one of his brows almost questioningly at the other. he nods, referring to the empty spot next to him where the other could sit. he knew he would get distracted even from their shoulders brushing together, but he craved their company.

>   with @valiiancy .  based on the second famous au .

[gxldhearts]

“Come here.” Owen crooked a finger to the other and then patted his lap. He wanted them close, they had barely even touched all day and he was craving to have them in his arms. Owen was always a big fan of psychical contact and showing his love through that the best he could so it was no surprise he wanted to hold them and not let go.

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[aldyrion]

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“Look, I know you wouldn’t do it normally, but it’s just one movie, it’s not even a date, all I want is for that guy to stop bothering me.”