#or the actors putting their foot down and telling people to stop shipping incest

[churchydragon]

I think I'll follow Shattered and also block the SAMS tag. I just get kinda annoyed and bitter now when I see it

[salmon2245]

Something they don’t talk about 01

Notes: this fic is kind of RPF but not a treditional one. Characters in this fic are mostly dancers from the R&J French musical tour cast. Some of them actually never worked together. Because the dancer crew are different every tour.

I wrote it in Chinese first and then translated into English. And I’m not good at English. There will be many grammar mistakes and sentence that doesn’t make sense. I apologize.

For now there are only four people mentioned:

Andrea, danced in the 2012 Japan tour, 2015 Korean tour, 2018 Chinese tour and 2019 Russian tour, as Montague

Cristian, in 2018 Chinese tour，as Montague

McCarthy, in 2015 Korean tour, as Montague

Julie, in 2015 Korean tour, as Capulet

The relationship between characters are mostly based on their performance on stage, but also mixed with what they are off stage in daily life.

I guess no one have any clue who they are here on tumblr 😂, but we do have a fandom of it in some Chinese R&J fans. Well. If anyone are interested in this fandom, feel free to ask me anything. About their relationship in real life and characteristics they show on stage. And photos. Like, too much photos. Cause these people, these talented dancers as well as actors, they certainly ship themselves.

This story still happens in Verona, but focused on normal people not the original Romeo and Juliette. They will be mentioned in the future, also Benvolio and Mercutio and Tybalt and Paris and so on. But they are not the main Characters, is all. Kind of living in the background.

ABO setting/rape/incest/basically everyone fucks everyone

Omega!Andrea, Alpha!McCarthy, Alpha!Julie

Cristian still a teenager hasn’t transformed yet

There are too much settings in the background but I kind of jump into the middle part and start writing whatever this is. Wish I could make it clear in the further updates.

Something They don’t Talk about 01

1

        "Cristian!" McCarthy shouted gleefully at the other side of the bar across the barren, "used to wet the bed when he was a kid! And it was me who have to save his ass every time!"

        The little boy stared anxiously, the bartender who he had just flirted with, heard it, couldn't help but laugh, and with love, took Cristian's furry head into her chest, rubbing it like a puppy rub.

        Damn, Cristian was forced to get closer to that white breasts because of this rub, and smelled the sweet fragrance from the lovely lady. He flushed, and can’t decide if he was shamed because of being shattered in the crowds, or because he was close to her breasts. This really is nothing at all. He has seen those girls who always wonder in the alleys of the shadow zone. Their lips are too red to be natural, and those faces unhealthily pale. Their eyes under the heavy makeup watching the potential customers passing by, wearing skirt with a low neckline can hardly cover the Soft chest. He should get used to this scene.

        When he returned to reality, the bartender had already gone to serve other guests. McCarthy held a bottle of wine in his hand and smirked at him. Cristian tightened his teeth, and then, the glass of wine was taken away by another hand.

        Seeing who that hand belongs, Christian turned his face into the shadow in a hurry. Who else can it be, only his brother. McCarthy didn't finish his surprising cry, and was pushed away by Andrea grabbing his elbow. The boy hid himself in the crowd, feeling a little frightened. Andrea didn't see him, did he? Montague boys who are younger than him these days can blow wine bottles to show off their great triumph against Capulet, and only Andrea has always written a ban on alcohol in their rules. With his brother beside him, Cristian can never get to taste even a drop of alcohol. Andrea rarely took him to the bar. Only occasionally, once or twice, Cristian was only allowed to drink sweet fruit juice bitterly when all of his friends try their best to get drunk.

        The wine in his own hands somehow lost his interest. Cristian looked at the remaining half of the liquid and poured it into his stomach in one shot. It was not bad to drink, but also not as magical as others have preached. Andrea didn't look at him, and in a second he had pulled McCarthy into the corner of the bar, can’t tell when he would leave. Cristian believed that he hadn't noticed himself, but he can never be too careful. He quickly put on his coat and walked down the secret path he had found to his house. If he arrives home later and is asked by Andrea, he will have to make up an excuse, which he really wants to avoid.

2

        The little area of skin where the arm was held was slightly warm, and McCarthy leaned against the wall along Andrea's strength. He watched as the wine returned to his hand and raised an eyebrow at the other.

        Andrea sighed and wrapped his hands around his chest. "How old are you," he didn't look at McCarthy, and he slumped against the wall with his heels. “too old for this trick, I believe.”

        "Hey, how dare you to stop me mention it,” The dark-skinned man swallowed his wine and shrugged. “after all, this is all done by your son. It can’t be more real, and I didn't lie about it."

        "You're vengeance, and some tiny stuffs over ten years ago can make you think of it now." There are smile hides in Andrea’s voice. He grabbed McCarthy's wine and gave himself a sip, then shoved it back into his hands.

        "That puppy pissed and vomited on my hand or chest more than a dozen times. I just avenged it, and it was bright and upright in the lobby," McCarthy said, pointing his chin to the bar. "Get the drink yourself, don’t try to steal mine. "

        Andrea shook his head, raised one hand to rub his neck. “I just need a sip. Drinking too much will make trouble in the coming days."

        The meaning behind this words was already too familiar to McCarthy. He recalled the overheating temperature on his arm and turned to look at Andrea's already sweaty forehead, and the smile on his face suddenly gone.

        "So you still need me this time."

        "I know, I know," Andre interrupted him, "I said, you have your life. I'm looking for you ... depend on what you want, you can refuse. I mean that.”

        It wasn't willing or unwilling at all, McCarthy rolled his eyes in his mind. He knows that Andrea doesn't trust any strange Alphas. In fact, it’s already quite brave for him to not mind having Alpha being close to his personal distance during the daily life. Consider what he had been through. It is impossible for him to pick anyone from the bar to solve his heat. If McCarthy doesn't help, chances are he will choose to go through it for days alone, in a very unhealthy way.

        At least they've tried alcohol, and it only makes the situation worse, so that’s not in the consideration.

        "The mark is obviously a better solution," McCarthy replied. "It's you who don't want it, not me."

        "Why, have you been so fucked up these years?" Andrea laughed at him, "has fallen to the point of binding me for life?"

        As if he cared, McCarthy thought silently. He had gone to bed with Alpha almost as often as with Omega, and most his lovers had no natural conditions for the mark thing at all. However, they did not continue the discussion. This time, like many previous times, stopped halfway with no results.

3

        Cristian never liked McCarthy, but the boy felt that the problem was not with himself. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with this man, always playing tricks on him, and making jokes that awkward him in the public. The elated looks on that man’s face just made his fists tighten. And his scent. It's not that Cristian hates McCarthy's scent, but there are times that the scent of him just raise his angry—especially when it is sticking on his brother.

        He knew that his brother and McCarthy were at the close of life and death. After his mother's death, thanks to McCarthy's help, Andrea got to raise him to the light without illness or disaster. If anything, McCarthy could have saved his life. When he was young, Cristian thought he was his elder brother's Alpha. When he grow up and know better, he find out that there was no actual biological connection between them. In theory, this is not a responsible behavior, but as he sees more around him, the boy gradually get used to it. It is natural to say that this is the case in Verona.

        That night, Cristian arrived home first, but until he got up the next day, Andrea was still not back at home. Cristian cooked oatmeal with more water than needed, and used it to wash down two pieces of dry toast. The Master Montague found him a job in the mill, and there’s only minutes before work. He left the bowl on the table, put on his shoes in a hurry, and locked the door. No matter where his brother was, Cristian believed that it’s nothing for him to worry about.

4

        When Julie met McCarthy again, he was driving a carriage on his way out of the city, carrying the goods that Montague is going to sell. She waved, confident enough that he would stop the carriage for her.

        McCarthy did park in front of her.

        "Wow," Julie sniffed. "I smell the scent of Andrea."

        The man in the driver's seat did not answer her, but just asked, "What are you doing here?"

        "If I said I was waiting for you, you wouldn't believe it," Julie made a polite smirk. "I know you are going to Vicenza, count me in, got some personal business there to be done."

        McCarthy didn't think to resist, he moved to the side of the seat, and Julie flipped up easily, with one foot up and stepping on the railing of the carriage.

        "So, how do you know I'm going to Vicenza?" The man pretended to be casual.

        "Oh," Julie said with a sincere smile this time, "Though I love you, Chris, there are some secrets that cannot be shared with Montague."

        McCarthy didn't ask, but mumbled some swear of Capulets, and start the carriage again. He didn't mind a partners on the business trip, not to mention that this partner was Julie Galopin. There is no Montague or Capulet in Vicenza. They could do whatever they wanted, and be whoever they want to be.