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ga-yuu · 2 years

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[Gilbert Von Obsidian Story Chapter 4]

WARNING: The following topic contains topics about human trafficking, child labor, and slavery.

----Part 1----

As Prince Chevalier's spy, I wanted to get as much info about Prince Gilbert as possible.

It was this sense of mission that allowed me to still remain calm even after being captured by the beast.

Gilbert: "

Gilbert: "....Fufu. I'm happy. For that, I'll tell you one thing about me."

Prince Gilbert brings me closer and holds me tightly.

I feel my body instantly turned ice cold.

Emma: "W-What?"

Gilbert: "Actually, I..."

Gilbert: "I'm cold."

(..............)

Emma: "......I know."

Gilbert: "Here's the thing."

He hugged me tightly as if I were a stuffed animal and my breathing become labored.

Gilbert: "I'm cold, so I like to feel the warmth of people all the time."

(....I see...)

(This info.....doesn't seem to be of any use)

I think I may have just solved the mystery of Prince Gilbert's unusual distance.

Gilbert: "I like this little bunny because she is so warm."

Emma: "How about putting on your cold weather gear instead of suffocating me....?"

Gilbert: "Will that help?"

Emma: "It's better than anyone misunderstanding us."

If a man and a woman are seen hugging, people around them will assume that they are in a relationship.

This is a problem that should not be tolerated, even if it's done by guests of the state.

I tried to slip out of his arms, but he only held me with such force that my bones creaked.

Gilbert: "I don't mind if anyone misunderstands."

Emma: "I hate it...also it hurts!"

Gilbert: "Oh sorry. It's hard to find the right amount of force."

After releasing me, I sighed in relief.

But soon my hand was gabbed and my shoulders jumped.

----Options-----

....I'm in trouble.

Be patient.

Let go

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Emma: "....I'm in trouble."

Gilbert: "You poor thing."

Emma: "........."

Gilbert: "Hmm...once you get used to it, I bet you won't feel a thing."

Gilbert: "By then it's too late, though right?"

..........

After finishing their business at the Orphanage, Leon and Yves's smiles disappeared as soon as they got into the carriage.

Emma: "What's the matter?"

(It seemed to be running fine as far as I could tell though....)

Every single child I played with seemed happy.

Leon however sitting across from me looks bitter.

Leon: "The children didn't seem to be treated unreasonably. The management there is fine."

Yves: "They will do everything that is required. They're going to take good care of them until they get out of foster care."

(That way of putting it....)

Emma: "After leaving foster care..."

Gilbert: "They're going to be the tools of the trade of a perverted aristocrat with bad hobbies, right?"

Emma: "....What do you mean?"

Prince Gilbert who is sitting next to me, smiles.

But his red eyes weren't smiling at all.

Gilbert: "Orphans are perfect for child labor because they don't have a family register."

Gilbert: "But slavery was abolished in Rhodolite a long time ago, so it takes a bit of work to get people to work for you."

Gilbert: "The fact that this reached the internal affairs faction's ears means that some aristocrat is going to use his power to buy up children and...."

Gilbert: "It means that he's most likely doing this as a business. In other words, human trafficking?"

(!?)

Leon: "....Prince Gilbert has a keen eye, doesn't he?"

Gilbert: "This kind of thing always happens in my home country."

(....unbelievable)

All the children I met at the orphanage had beautiful smiles on their faces.

I don't even want to think about the harsh future that awaits them. That would shatter those smiles.

Leon: "I've looked at the foster care listings for children in the orphanage and most of them are probably fictitious names."

Leon: "The only way to prove the list false is to find the children who were placed in foster care."

Emma: "How?"

Yves: "That's decided, isn't it?"

Yves clenches his fists tightly on his lap and opens his mouth with a stern, even angry look on his face.

Yves: "We're going to meet the root of all evil."

----Part 2----

(...It was bigger problem than we imagined)

The princes from the internal affairs faction joined the knights and arrived at a certain Baron's mansion.

Leon and Yves were so convinced that they sent knights and soldiers to search the mansion, despite the Baron's confusion.

Leon: "Julius, how did it go?"

Julius: "Children who are held captive are found in the basement."

(Finally!)

The report from Julius, one of the soldiers from the internal affairs faction caused the Baron's complexion to turn pale.

Leon: "Make sure it matches the roster."

Julius's eyes widen as Leon hands him a document.

Julius: "Did you steal it from the orphanage?"

Leon: "That sounds bad. I borrowed it."

Julius: "As expected from you, your highness."

Leon: "Thank you. Don't let anyone get away. I want them all."

Julius: "Leave it to me."

As he left, Sir Julius looked at Prince Gilbert, who was standing in the corner of the room.

(....?)

It was only for a moment, but I think I even felt a sense of awe...rather than hostility.

(I wonder what it was just now)

Gilbert: "...What an interesting pet to keep."

Emma: "Your highness?"

Gilbert: "Ah, no nothing."

Gilbert: "The freak show is about to start, so let's watch carefully shall we?"

(....Maybe it's just my imagination. But I'll just keep it in my mind for now)

At some distance from us, Yves confronted the Baron in a resolute manner.

Yves: "Now, Baron. Shall I explain what's going on?"

Yves: "Why is this compound filled with children who have been placed in foster care?"

Baron: "...Nn..."

(But how did they know the Baron was involved in the buying and selling?)

Gilbert: "Must have been a tip-off."

Perhaps the question was on my face, that Prince Gilbert whispered in a hushed voice.

Emma: "You mean to say, someone informed the court of this Baron's wrongdoings?"

Gilbert: "They sent an outside investigation agency and when they found who was behind it, the princes went directly to inspect it."

Gilbert: "They went to get the documents out of the orphanage before they could destroy the evidence, and came here to question the nobility about their wrongdoing.

Gilbert: "If the royal family goes in person, they can't refuse an investigation, so it's a forceful but surefire way to go about it."

(It's a sign that the inner-city princes are listening to their people)

Gilbert: "It's just that aristocrats are creatures that like to play hard to get."

Gilbert: "...Little bunny, if you don't want to die, don't leave okay?"

Emma: "What do you mean---"

But I already got my answer.

The Baron rings a bell on his desk, and armed men rushed into the drawing room, weapons at the ready.

(No way...this is!?)

Leon: "Mercenary...huh?"

Yves: "No I think there are some amateurs in the mix."

Leon: "Yeah. Looking at the fact that they know they're royalty and get into fights, it's an anti-royalist extremist 'group'"

(...Anti-royalist extremist?)

Baron: "It's not that I didn't consider the possibility that you might come to investigate at all."

Baron: "Then, if you will excuse me."

(Are you going to run away?)

As if to protect the Baron, who turned on his heel, armed people blocked our way.

The knights and soldiers have been sent to search the mansion and only Leon, Yves, Prince Gilbert and I were present.

(But these people only see Leon and Yves)

There were no weapons pointed at me or Prince Gilbert as if we weren't a threat at all.

Gilbert: "What do we do, Little bunny?"

Even in the face of a tense situation, Prince Gilbert never fails to crack a smile.

Gilbert: "Then again, there is nothing you can do here."

Emma: "....No! I will chase after the Baron!"

Both Leon and Yves unsheathed their swords and started fighting.

The soldiers and knights must be in a similar situation, as we can hear the sounds of the struggle from outside the room.

(At this rate, we will lose the Baron!)

Before I knew it, my feet started to move.

But suddenly someone grabbed my wrists tightly.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert!?"

Gilbert: "You are an idiot."

-----Part 3-----

I come back to myself with an unrelenting dash of cold water.

Gilbert: 'How could you possibly keep up with a man's legs?"

Emma: "But----"

Gilbert: "I don't like it. Seeing you running in vain like that"

(....I have a feeling that Prince Gilbert is right. We won't catch him if we chase him in the dark)

(But if we sit here and watch the process unfold with bated breath, we will miss the criminal)

Emma: "We'll ambush them ahead of time."

Gilbert: "How?"

Emma: "Hmmm, maybe just if we simply..."

Gilbert: "A thoughtless advance will surely fail."

Emma: "...."

Prince Gilbert smiles briskly out of place and turns away.

It's not like you can just take a leisurely stroll and proceed to the doorway and no one will pay any attention to you.

This was because the armed men were being pushed by Leon and Yves.

Gilbert: "Are you not coming with me?"

Emma: ".....But where are you going?"

Gilbert: "Didn't you say that you wanna ambush him ahead of time?"

Emma: "......So, are you helping me?"

Gilbert: "Mm. Helping you with your job is why I am here."

Gilbert: "Since I've promised, I have to keep my promise."

(Can I believe him?)

(....No, now is not the time to waste thinking that)

I hurriedly chase after the black back that is moving away from me while I am worrying about it.

Leon: "Emma!"

Emma: "Don't worry. I'll buy you some time!"

Leon: "....Got it. Be careful. I'll come for you after I finish this!"

I nodded to reassure Leon and left the room...

.................

(I could really get ahead of myself)

With the precision of a man who seems to know the entire structure of the mansion, Prince Gilbert blocks the narrow corridor.

When the Baron appeared a few minutes later, I felt the same excitement as when I saw the magic trick.

(....Don't tell me you read the Baron's movements with a perfect understanding of the structure of the mansion? That's something incredible for a person who visited this mansion for the first time)

This person's potential was unfathomable and I unconsciously clasped my hand.

Baron: "What the!? Why are you guys here!?"

Gilbert: "Little bunny here wants to talk to you."

(....Yes, I must not stand around aimlessly)

I step in front of Prince Gilbert and faced the Baron who tried to escape.

(Let's have a proper conversation and buy some time)

Emma: "Why are doing such terrible things to those children?"

I wasn't sure if I could get an answer to my question, but fortunately the Baron stopped.

Baron: "....Terrible? I was doing my business."

Baron: "Rather they should be grateful for the food, clothing, and shelter I'm giving to them."

Baron: "I'm giving value to these orphans who have nowhere else to go."

Emma: "........that value and all that doesn't sound like a good thing."

(I can only imagine how they would have handled the children found in the dungeon)

Baron: "What does it matter? A person's value is determined by their birth."

Baron: "They live in the sewers and we will never be on the same stage?"

Baron: "I am, in a way a benevolent being for giving such things a use and purpose for living."

(.....Are you serious?)

Emma: "Have you ever seen those children laugh in this mansion?"

Baron: "If I had a child like that, I'd have to educate them. It is the duty of the nobility to make them understand their place in the world."

(I know everyone has different values, but...... this person's way of thinking fundamentally disagrees)

I can feel a sense of discomfort in my heart.

I didn't feel like I could compromise, and it seemed that no matter how much I argue, the walls of entrenched values would never come crashing down.

Emma: "...A sin is a sin."

Emma: "What you did is against the law of Rhodolite, so don't think you can escape."

Baron: "I don't know who you are young lady, but don't tell me what to do."

Baron: "If you're done, then please excuse me?"

Emma: "...No, I can't let you."

Baron: "Guess, it can't be helped."

The baron draws his sword and closes the distance between us with a hint of violence.

(I don't know.....something that could be used as a weapon)

Gilbert: "Hey, with whose permission are you trying to touch little bunny?"

-----Part 4-----

(...Ah...)

Before the sword can reach me, a jet-black cane slams into the Baron's chest.

The next moment I saw Prince Gilbert stomping on the Baron's chest who was lying on the floor and was laughing beautifully.

The sight sends shivers down my spine.

(....Nn....Why, I wonder? It's not like I'm the one being stepped on...but still...)

The air changes.

The space that belonged to no one is dominated by the Trampling Beast.

Gilbert: "You can't have her, little bunny is my prey."

Gilbert: "I won't allow anyone but me to hurt her."

(......What are you saying..)

Even if I wanted to say something, nothing comes out of my mouth.

Without Prince Gilbert's permission, it's difficult to even move a finger.

Gilbert: "Those with status have the right to do as they please with those below them, hmm."

Gilbert: "That's what you said, right?"

Baron: "Ah...Haa..."

Gilbert: "Hm, What's wrong? You look disgruntled."

Gilbert: "If you can mistreat orphans with no backing, then I can mistreat you as well, right?"

Gilbert: "Me, who is royalty, can crush a third-rated aristocrat like you under my feet, right?"

(Prince Gilbert...looks very angry...)

Something is stuck, but the overwhelming air, with even a hint of blood, disturbs my thoughts.

The Baron, who was under full pressure of the beast, was about to peel off his white eyes.

Gilbert: "What should we do with him, little bunny? Shall we kill him?"

(.....Huh?)

I can't hardly believe my ears at the tone in which he said that. It's like saying 'Hey, let's have sweets together.'

Prince Gilbert's smile did not waver, which made it even more terrifying.

Emma: "...No. Don't do that!"

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "Because....no one has the right to kill people."

Emma: "This man should be brought to justice by the law."

Gilbert: "Why is Rhodolite so troublesome?"

Emma: ".....is it different in Obsidian?"

Gilbert: "Mm. Because I'm the law."

Emma: "Prince Gilbert....is the law?"

Gilbert: "Yes. The royal family's orders are absolute."

Gilbert: "If I say, 'kill him' then killing is justice and that becomes the lawful way to punish."

(....That's absurd!)

I exhaled while still trembling.

Gilbert: "You should be grateful that you're living in Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "If you were in Obsidian, you wouldn't be breathing in front of me right now."

Gilbert: "I don't want wicked nobles who defile innocent children."

The Baron instantly faints.

It is unusual to see a man who has not violently attacked someone to the point of knocking them unconscious, but rather to control the situation with just his killing spirit.

There is no emotion, in those red-eyes.

It's as Prince Gilbert said, it's so cold.

(Not the way I look at people)

Emma: "....I see, Prince Gilbert and the Baron are alike."

Emma: "Both of you think that people with higher status have the right to do as they please with those below them."

Gilbert: "Fufu....that's what royalty is all about."

(I...I never knew)

(Excluding the fact that he is a prince of an enemy country, Prince Gilbert has always struck me with fear, and for that reason...)

Where does this instinctive alertness come from?

The answer is now before us.

Emma: "In your eyes...."

Emma: "There are no 'humans'.."

Gilbert: ".........."

(There are no humans in Prince Gilbert's world)

(That's why he can 'kill' with impunity and in the same vein, be kind to children)

Since he doesn't think that they are 'humans' there is no need to consider them.

Even with me, whether he hates it or is afraid of it Prince Gilbert will push his will through.

(Not like a real beast)

(....But a beast wearing a human skin)

Gilbert: "Fufu, do you despise me?"

Emma: "......."

Gilbert: "I don't care what you think of me, but.."

He takes his cane off of the fainted Baron as if he lost interest.

He then walks towards me and lifts my chin with his cane and stares me in the eye.

Gilbert: "I hate people."

Gilbert: "I don't love anyone. That goes for you too. So you better watch out."

Gilbert: "I'm a beast that can even kill you with a smile, got it?"

Emma: "........."

(.....If I do something wrong...)

The Baron rolling on the floor overlaps with my future.

There was a fear that was not the same as when the Baron tried to attack me.

-----Part 5-----

Emma: "----And that's what happened today."

Chevalier: "........"

As soon as I returned back to Court, I headed to the library where Prince Chevalier is always present.

The case of human trafficking in collusion between the fosters and the Barons has been successfully resolved but,

My heart was covered with stormy weather and it was raining so hard that I felt like I drowning.

Chevalier: "That's a very apt description of the world without people in it."

Sitting back in his chair, without stopping his hand from leafing through the book, Prince Chevalier drops his words.

Chevalier: "Do you know what Obsidian's alias is?"

Emma: "...Is it a military and ore country?"

Chevalier: "No...it's the 'Land of Deceit and Corruption."

Chevalier: "Every country has its share of power-hungry fools, and Obsidian is no exception."

Chevalier: "Corruption and lying are a daily occurrence and when you're the royal family of such a country, it's easy to imagine."

Emma: ".....It's not a very nice country to begin with, huh?"

Chevalier: "It's just a rumor."

Chevalier: "The actual inner workings of the situation are not transparent. Obsidian is also a country where information is strictly controlled.

Emma: "........"

Chevalier: "......Are you dissatisfied?"

Emma: "No..."

(I understand that Prince Gilbert has his own circumstances)

If you are the ruler of a country of deceit and corruption, it may be difficult to see people as humans.

(It's just, I can't accept it)

(....A prince who doesn't love anyone doesn't sound very nice)

Chevalier: "I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Emma: "How do you know what I was thinking?"

Chevalier: "It's written all over your face."

(Really...?)

When I pulled my cheek, he chuckled at me.

Chevalier: "Sometimes rulers need to cut down on the hearts and minds of the people."

Chevalier: "I think he's just following his ideal of being a champion."

Emma: "So you approve of Prince Gilbert's...way of being?"

Chevalier: "It's not the same as affirmation. It just means I understand."

Chevalier: "If you don't see people as humans, then you're no different, right?"

Emma: "What...?"

Chevalier: "You don't see Eyepatch as a human."

(........Ah)

Chevalier: "Originally, humans are not afraid of other humans."

Chevalier: "To you, he is a beast from the beginning and not a human."

Chevalier: "When you think like that, you are first trying to protect yourself. Now you say that this way of being is wrong?"

(...I cannot say anything)

While I accuse him of not seeing humans as humans, I myself only treat Prince Gilbert that way.

The moment I realized, I felt a pain as if the thorns of a rose were twisting around my heart.

Emma: ".....I have done such a terrible thing."

Chevalier: "You're dealing with an enemy."

Emma: "But still...what must Prince Gilbert be thinking?"

(I know I should be vigilant)

(.....But that's not what this is about)

Even today, Prince Gilbert helped me.

If it weren't for Prince Gilbert, I would have been badly wounded by now.

We might have missed the Baron too.

(And yet, I haven't even thanked him)

(....I'm the worst!)

Chevalier: "No need to feel guilty."

Chevalier: "----I wonder if it would be useless to say that."

Prince Chevalier, having closed the book, stands up and flicked my forehead.

Emma: "...Ouch."

Chevalier: "......."

Chevalier: "You can use the kitchen if you want. I'll include the expenses of the material as an entertainment expense of the external affairs faction."

(.....Jeez, how far does Prince Chevalier reads my mind?)

He snicker once more and put the book he was holding back on the shelf.

Chevalier: "Even so....I don't think 'I hate people' is the word of someone who hates deception."

Emma: "Eh...."

Chevalier: "......"

(....What do you mean?)

Prince Chevalier does not say anymore, meaning that it's the end of the conversation.

I bowed and left him to himself.

..............

Gilbert: "....Little bunny, didn't think you'd come to see me in the middle of the night?"

Gilbert: "Are you perhaps secretly a night crawler?"

Emma: "Wrong!"

Emma: "May I have a little bit of your time?"

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikemen mc #otome #ikemen prince gilbert #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome

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toongrrl-blog · 1 year

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My Style Analysis: The Woma(e)n in Black (and White)

Okay we are going to go there. This kilt and color scheme and aesthetic has a lot of history as Devi joins her sisters in in prep and B&W and let's just say they'd all agree with Devi: being a woman in this society is a fucking trial.

Let's meet her sisters across space and time:

The #girlboss trying to start a group for women in tennis and fighting to get them to be taken seriously.

The Copy Chief who is dealing with her drunk ass boss, her relationship with another boss, the death and funeral of another boss, her colleague/friend coming on to her when he's high and in deep mourning, and catching him in a compromising position.

The long-suffering wife who sacrificed her career...and had to work in a department store all for the ego and whims of her King Baby (thank you Melanie Hamlett for this term) comes back to her old workplace to help them steal their own property and start a new agency.

The young former intern being assured by her boss/lover that nothing bad will happen to her and her life will go on like nothing happened...famous last words

The girlfriend of the BMOC who is ambivalent about her relationship with him and still mourning her friend's death and gets drunk at a high school party while dressed as the sex worker in Risky Business

The young girl who was disturbed by a robber claiming to be her father's childhood nanny and believed her almost, because the woman figured some things out and because the girl knows nothing about her father.

The high schooler who is aiding her friends in investigating a real cold case in their town and finding that her affections for the young man next to her are being reciprocated but not in the way she wants.

The Princess who is in the middle of a messy separation from her Prince (who will surely weaponize his affairs against her) and makes a statement by breaking protocol and wearing a body-hugging, cleavage-y, off the shoulder black dress with a dramatic sash at a public event and becoming a fashion icon.

Let's get back to Devi, with bullet points because everything is...

After a summer where she is ghosted by the boy she lost her virginity to...

She is prepared to kiss the ass of a totally male-identified woman who likely was whooping and hollering when she heard Roe V. Wade was struck down just so she can go to the traditionally patriarchal institution of Princeton (which started letting female undergrads in 1969, not 1869).

After buttering her up with her mixed up prints (likely a reflection of her moods) and modest neckline/hemline combination (her armor to avoid getting pierced by this society), she finds that boy (who she really loves) with another girl.

She and this girl get into it and we become witness to a sad fact: fabulous ass women fighting over some piece of man.

Keyes (the male-identified older woman) faints hearing this news that the student she put on a purity pedestal actually lost her virginity and named the details of the boy's family jewels and Devi gets blamed for the fainting

Joan? Peggy?

After being made to feel like, to quote our fabulous redhead "a helpless, stupid little girl" by her mother and the school principal and Keyes and piece of man, she runs to her therapist who actually gives her sage wisdom after Devi reveals that the ghosting made her feel like something is wrong with her, like she isn't enough for him (same here girl *crying and screaming*). Hence the conservative preppy look was armor not only to impress a sexually repressed woman, but also to protect her body after she bared it for him, it made sure to hide her pin-up (another woman Keyes looks down on) worthy curves.

Dr. Ryan tells her nothing is wrong that she is an extraordinary young woman with real beauty and to vent in a journal about this girl (which end up getting read by said girl and earns the label of "too much" from said piece of man). Maybe some rare wisdom is needed for Devi from Don Draper

Time to mentally give that boy (who will eventually man up and own his feelings to you again) a good kick in the pants like the soldier you are Devi, because you have joined a legion of women fighting for their lives and dignity under the patriarchy, after all:

"They shouldn't have given us uniforms if they didn't want an army." June Osborne, The Handmaid's Tale

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cognitosclowns · 3 years

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HEAR ME OUT H E A R M E O U T.

ROBOTUS WITH A BREEDING KINK. - 🎶

NO BECAUSE YOU'RE CORRECT. YOU'RE RIGHT YOU'RE JUST ENTIRELY CORRECT ON THIS ONE.

NSFT BELOWWWW, MINORS DNI

It isn't even smth he expects?? Like when he realizes he has a breeding kink he nearly blows a fuse i stg

He absolutely thinks hes,, Too Smart To Have Kinks. Its AB, he intellectualizes every emotion he's ever felt smdn

HE DOESN'T EVEN REALIZE IT'S A BREEDING KINK UNTIL HE,, TAKES A MINUTE TO THINK IT OVER??

it's definitely smth that hits him in the Afterglow while you're all melted in his arms!

he catches himself absentmindedly wondering about how his cum would look drooling down your thighs and almost flinches

Because That Isn't A Thing He Does. He Quite Literally Does Not Ejaculate. There Should Be No Reason He Is So Fixated On That. Why Does That Have To Be The Thing He's Fixating On.

GOD FORBID YOU EVER ASK IF HE CAN,, YKNOW MODIFY HIS DICK??? OH HE’S GOT THAT BUILT WITHIN THE HOUR SMNDSMD.

The Sensation Is So Much Different Than He Expected

Like ofc he knew there was going to be a slight difference but,, the actual sensation of the fluid coming out?? The pulsing right at the base? His jaw makes an audible noise from how hard it clenches. A full on 'crunch' of a few bolts coming out of place.

He basically as it up so that,, he can control the exact amount? In his hubris he believed Yes Of Course Im Going To Remember To Control The Quantity, because not even Icarus can rival this man's Unwavering Confidence smdns

Yeah no it's a complete mess in the best way. He absolutely stored himself w/ enough 'cum' (lube?? basically? maybe a touch thicker than most lubricants, but still basically just lube,,) to last a few rounds.

NOPE THAT SHIT IS ALL COMING OUT AT ONCE BC HIS BRAIN IS,, STALLING

he just gets this,, beautifully wide-eyed look? He’s absolutely trying to say smth but his Voicebox keeps stalling so it just comes out as little,, ‘oh- hh- hh-’ interspersed with crackles?? HHNNN

ON YOUR END OF THINGS?? Warm. Very warm. Apparently whatever internal systems his body as,, accidentally heated it a bit more than expected?? Not to hot - you aren’t in any pain. It’s just,, much more noticable

He absolutely apologizes for the mess after he regains the ability to,, Language, and he feels a Touch flustered over the whole affair but <333 You Don’t Seem To Mind

UHHH THESE WERE JUST SOME MISC IDEAS - LMK IF YOU HAD OTHERS. AB WITH A BREEDING KINK IS,, SO FUCKIN GOOD

#he also has a thing for overstim. but you didn't hear that from me #(and temperature play. probably anything that involves Intense Sensory Simulation or Depravation)#UHH ANYWAYS EACH TIME I WRITE AB SMUT MY FUCKING BRAIN BECOMES JAM SMNDSD #alpha-beta #robotus alpha-beta #alpha-beta x reader #robotus alpha-beta x reader #nsft #MINORS DNI #WAS THIS TOO VAGUE?? smdns lmk i wanted to cover a few bases #just give a ~general picture~

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choiceskatie · 3 years

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The Blessed Unrest

Chapter 3 - Somebody That I Used To Know

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Summary: Anna thinks she's prepared herself to face the inevitable, but something no one could have predicted shakes her to her very core.

Warnings: This series will contain NSFW content. If you choose to read, you acknowledge that you are 18 or older.

A/N: This took far too long to finish. I’ve been super unwell on and off and when I finally started feeling a bit better, I got a severe bout of imposter syndrome. I just felt like every fic I was reading was a literal masterpiece, and every time I tried to write I thought to myself, why would anyone read this when I can’t even come close to replicating the skill of those writers? Which is stupid, bc I’m not on here to replicate anyone. I enjoy creating stories as I read and turning those thoughts into my own little word. I know I’m not the best writer, but that doesn’t matter. For whatever reason, you guys read my stuff and that’s enough for me. I’m writing bc it makes me happy and if anyone enjoys it, then that’s just the cherry on top.

Anyway, just wanted to explain my prolonged absence and why I haven’t been reading either. I had to stop to finally get this done without comparing myself to others, and what do ya know? I actually liked what I ended up with lol. Now this is finished I can finally catch up on all my reading, and I’ll be back annoying all of you tomorrow lol. And now I’m rambling, but I seriously love every single one of you 🤍 hope you enjoy!

A/N 2: Just as a pre-warning to Sam stans, hopefully it’s not too disappointing that this chapter is predominantly Ethan. I promise your man is the star of the show in chapter four.

Word count: 8k. I know, I know, ok. I don’t know what happened and I’m sorry.

Thanks to my angel girl @lsvdw-blog for prereading 500 versions of this and being my biggest cheerleader, you made this infinitely better and I adore you.

Pairings: Ethan x MC ~ Sam x MC

Catch up here

Before she could stop and make an attempt to comprehend what she was doing, Anna was running from the ballroom, trying to keep up with Ethan's long strides as he held her hand firmly in his. Her heels hit the ground rapidly as he escorted her wordlessly through hallways and outside to a rental car, Anna too disoriented in her current state to verbally judge the flashy number. He opened the passenger door for her, gesturing inside with a slight smile. "Get in." She silently did as she was told, still in a daze as he closed the door and got in the drivers' side.

"What will your dad do? Aren't you here with him?"

He turned on the ignition and began to drive before answering her question, pulling out of the venue and heading the opposite way from the route to the Russo villa. "I spoke to him briefly before coming to help you. He'll find a way back to the hotel, don't worry." She nodded slowly, meeting his gaze in the rear view mirror before turning away from him and looking out the window.

After a few minutes of painful silence, Anna heard Ethan sigh and turned to look at him. The look on his face told her he was battling internally on how to speak to her, if at all. "What is it, Ethan?"

"I-uh,” he cleared his throat nervously, “I know that it's none of my business, but why doesn't Sam know that you're a doctor?"

"You're right, that is none of your business," she snapped back, Ethan wincing at the exact answer he had expected and the following tension he had wanted to avoid. Anna rolled her eyes as she sighed defeatedly, knowing she’d be curious herself. “Because I’m not a doctor, Ethan. I was, and I’ll never be able to revisit that part of my life so I see no reason to keep hashing out my painful past. And please, I really do not want to speak about Sam with you."

Ethan’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he clenched his jaw, shaking his head ever so visibly as he picked up on her subtle sign. “So, it’s true.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re having an affair with Sam.”

The atmosphere in the car was suddenly, intensely different as her head snapped round to look at him, fire blazing in her eyes as she bit down on her lip, a poor attempt at grounding herself. "And what has that got to do with you?"

“For Christ’s sake, Anna. I helped you out of there because I thought you had fallen victim to the infamous gossip surrounding the Daltons! I never took you for someone that would break up a marriage. I thought you had morals.”

“Oh my god, you with your fucking morals again. Do not act like you know me at all. You threw me away for scraps a year ago and that changes a person. I’m not the same Anna you left broken-hearted in Boston.”

“You’re right. You’re not. I don’t know this Anna, I thought there was something unique about the woman I knew and something unique about what we shared. I didn’t think she went for every boss she could get her hands on. Clearly I was mistaken.”

Anna’s nostrils flared as she sneered at him. “Pull over.”

Ethan scoffed at her dramatics as he kept his eyes on the road. “Stop it, Anna.”

“Pull over the fucking car.” Ethan turned to look at her and decided to follow her command as he saw her already moving to take her seatbelt off. He pulled in and she immediately jumped out the car, Ethan following suit as he prepared to chase her down the quiet road through Naples.

He didn’t expect her to see her walking around the front of the car, barrelling towards him with a look of disgust on her face. “Anna, get back in the damn-” smack.

Ethan’s words were cut off sharply as his head turned, cheek burning as he recovered from the crisp slap to his face. His hand raised to hold his face in shock, his narrowed eyes making their way back to Anna, tears in her eyes and teeth gritting as she shook out her tingling hand and scowled at him.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” She punctuated every word with a rough jab to the chest.

He gently grabbed her wrist, holding her back from him. “I thought I was someone special to you, but I’m glad to know the truth. You know, it’s all starting to make sense. My god, you really do get around.”

“What did you just say to me?”

“The rumour mill is still rife at Edenbrook, Anna. Some things never change.” He hissed, “don’t think that I haven’t heard about your little trysts with the paramedic and that damn scalpel jockey your entire intern year. Was I just another fuck to keep you going? Did you ever feel anything for me at all?”

“What have they got to do with anything? I spent time with them whilst I was pining for you. Sue me for attempting to enjoy my life whilst the man I truly wanted was pushing me away every damn chance he had! What did you expect?”

“It’s not just them though, is it? It’s Sam, too, and God knows who else. It’s unforgivable.”

“I don’t remember asking for your forgiveness and I sure as hell don’t fucking need it. You do not get to make me feel bad for trying to move on from you.”

“Who’s next, Anna? My uncle Mason? I mean, why stop at Sam when you could go for the top dog? You clearly love a man in power.”

“I’d choose your next words very fucking carefully, Ethan. You do not get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought that I had found my person. The person who challenged me, who I thought respected me, who made me feel things I had never felt in my entire life. I was done with everyone else, I was ready to be with you. I begged you to be with me. But you left me. You abandoned me and any shot of a future we had together. You tore my heart to fucking shreds, Ethan. I’m all glued back together now, and I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You do not get to call me a whore.”

As she spat out her last words, both of their chests were heaving, eyes blazing as they stared each other down. Seconds passed with neither moving, the air thick with tension. Anna shook her head, eyes shutting tightly as she jumped out of her daze. “No, you do not get to do this to me. You do not get to make me into this person again.”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“Nothing. I mean nothing. Can we go? Please.” She was walking back towards her side of the car before the words had left her mouth, leaving Ethan standing in a trance as he attempted to deal with the magnitude of their words. Her car door slamming shut brought him back to life, Ethan taking a deep breath to steel himself before getting back in the car.

The rest of the scenic drive was completely silent, Ethan’s remorse rising every second of the journey. He instantly regretted everything he’d said to Anna. It wasn’t that he couldn’t believe that such callous and vicious words had left his mouth; that part was easy. He was known for his harsh commentary and opinions, and his words tonight were far from the worst he’d ever uttered. What he couldn’t wrap his head around was that they were directed towards the only woman he had ever loved; a woman that he’d fight for if he ever heard the same words thrown at her from another.

A year had passed: a year in which Ethan had thought about Anna more than he was ready to admit to anyone, himself included. It hadn’t taken long for Ethan to recognise the monumental error he’d made in pushing Anna away, practically forcing her to leave Boston. But it was done, and after a few stumbles, he was ready to accept his fate. He’d managed to push his feelings down to the deepest pit of his soul, doing everything in his power to block out the memories of Anna and the joy she had brought to his stale life. It was easier that way. Easier to pretend his feelings didn’t exist as opposed to facing them head on like a man and accepting the blame for his own demise. For their demise.

Alas, tonight it had become apparent that his coping mechanism was a ticking time bomb, because as he saw the love of his life cascade back into his life, the weight of the emotions he’d been refusing to acknowledge swept through him like a hurricane.

He turned his head ever so slightly, attempting to catch a stolen glimpse of her as she stared ahead. Clearly intent on ignoring him for the entire journey, he resorted to gazing at her through the mirror, catching his lip turning upwards ever so slightly as he stared at her. The moonlight shone through the car, illuminating her sun kissed face as he marvelled at the familiar golden flecks sparkling in her rich chocolate orbs. Her large doe eyes were still as beautiful as the day they met.

Time had been kind to Anna Valentine.

His smile was short lived as he looked deeper into the very eyes he remembered being so rich and full of life, suddenly dull of their usual sparkle he searched for. He was reminded of the last time he had been in such close proximity to the golden glow of her curious eyes, only the last time he had a front seat to her beauty, they had been blinded by a river of tears poisoning their usual twinkle. Tears caused by him.

He hadn’t been.

The year that had passed had had an irrevocable effect on her. That much had been made clear in their heated exchange roadside, but it was the dejected look on her face that made it all the more evident.

It was difficult to believe the young and promising doctor he had fallen for was the same woman sitting beside him; she was a shell of her former self. Was that all down to him? Has he damaged his former love that badly? Or perhaps a year in her new life had thrown more tragedies at her, of that he couldn’t be sure. But there was one thing he was sure of: he wasn’t letting Anna Valentine leave again, at least not without a fight.

They reached his hotel finally, having pulled off the main road to drive towards the coastline. He quietly parked the car and turned off the engine, unable to even open his door before Anna was up and out of hers. He quickly strode over to her, closing her door as she walked into the hotel without a second glance back. She must have sensed his presence behind her as she turned abruptly as soon as she entered the large lobby, coming face to chest as she had to tilt her head backwards to catch his face in their close proximity.

“Don’t you have to get your luggage?”

He shook his head. “We checked in before the party.”

“I see. Well, thank you for bringing me. I think I’ll just get a room for the night and then I'll work out what I’m dealing with in the morning. It was… good to see you again.” He couldn’t help but notice the words seemed painful leaving her mouth. “Goodbye, Ethan.”

Before she could take a full step away, Ethan’s hand gently clasped her wrist as he pulled her to a stop.

“Anna… wait.” She glared at their interlocked arms, prompting him to quickly drop his hold. “It’s 2am, you’re not going to be able to get a room. You can take the bed in my suite, I’ll sleep on the sofa.” She took a look around the large lobby, wondering why such an extravagant hotel couldn’t afford a 24 hour receptionist when her nanny’s salary would struggle to cover a night’s stay here.

She mumbled to herself as the dejavu slapped her in the face. “I’ve heard that before.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Thanks, but no thanks. I think I’d rather sleep anywhere else.”

With one last look of disdain, Anna walked away from Ethan, making a beeline for the lobby couches on the other side of the extravagant space, content in sitting awake for the entire night rather than ever spending another second with Ethan Ramsey. She collapsed onto the soft sofa, absentmindedly kicking her heels off and throwing her head back against the large cushions, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart, the overwhelming emotions of the night ready to consume her when she felt the couch move beside her. Her eyes snapped open as she heard a deep voice clearing their throat. There sitting next to her, looking much too comfortable and carefree for her liking, was the man she was trying to escape. His smouldering azure eyes gazing at her, the knowing smile gracing his face captivating her as much as his secret glances could a year ago. Her own eyes quickly narrowed as she broke free from his trance.

“Was I not clear?”

“Crystal.” He nodded, “but I’m not leaving you to sit yourself in a foreign country when you’re clearly vulnerable. So, if you insist on staying down here and refusing to take the bed in my suite, I’ve got no choice but to sit here with you.”

“Ethan, are you stupid? I’m sitting down here to get away from you. So, if you’ll please just leave me the hell alone, I’m staying here.”

She turned away from him again, closing her eyes and waiting, begging to hear his footsteps retreating. Instead, all she heard was a loud sigh and the feel of the couch dipping behind her as his arm curled around her, an intentional space between their bodies when he spoke. “I guess I’m not leaving either, then.”

She huffed as she slid across the sofa, trying to put space between them and praying he’d finally take the hint. It proved to be no use as he moved with her, their hips bumping and his suit caressing her bare skin as their legs brushed together. Her face scrunched up in annoyance as she glared at him. “Go to hell, Ethan.”

“Gladly. As soon as I know you’re safe and sound, Rookie.”

Her jaw clenched as she ever so slightly shook her head, the return of her old nickname bringing with it a cascade of pain and anger. She latched onto the rage: anything was better than the pain. “Don’t do that. I’m not your Rookie… not anymore.”

His eyes softened as a sad smile crossed his features. “You’ll always be my Rookie.”

Anna stared into his striking blue eyes, seeing nothing but honesty and sincerity before she had to physically shake herself from the daze, dangerously close to falling into their familiar trap. She turned her entire body away from him in an effort to calm down her racing heartbeat. Unlike the rage fuelling her earlier in the night, she knew the erratic thumping in her ears was now coming from the confirmation that one look from him was still enough to drive her crazy.

All she wanted to do was sit alone and mope. She had enough to cry about in her pathetic life without an old flame reappearing and turning her world upside down once again. She should have been worrying about the consequences of Sofia’s revelation at the party. She should have been searching for Sam’s name in the tabloids, wondering if the multiple affairs had made it to the press and ruined the company’s stellar reputation yet. She should have been trying to talk to Sam, to find her bearings before ending things once and for all, her resignation inevitable as she fled the country.

Instead, as she sat chastising herself for what she should have been worrying about, she felt her body betraying her, calming as she listened to the soothing sounds of Ethan’s easy breathing, a familiar lullaby she’d only been close enough to hear a handful of times before. Ugh, she so wanted to hate him. She did hate him, why was her body late to the party?

She closed her eyes, feeling the hot tears burning as she inwardly scolded herself. She had cried many a night over the very man sitting beside her, past the point that was remotely healthy. She had vowed not to shed any more tears over Ethan Ramsey, and yet here she was, willing to make an exception for this evening if he would just damn well leave her alone.

It had been a long time since she’d thought of Ethan. Or at least, since she had allowed herself to. After he left her in her apartment that fateful night and she had fled to upstate New York, she soon realised if she ever wanted to feel any semblance of happiness again, she’d need to forget him. Forget all about him and all that they shared together. She knew she should face her problems head on, but she couldn’t face another day spent heartbroken over the man. So she shut it all out, blocked off all of her emotions and attempted to get on with her life. She felt flat, but it was better than clinging onto their tragic love story. And then she met Sam. Sam. She still felt her heart flicker as he entered her mind. He had brought the light back into her life and passion back to her soul. Of all the men in the world, of all the men even in New York, she had to fucking fall for Ethan’s cousin.

Way to keep it in the family, Anna.

She found herself replaying all of the small moments she had shared with Ethan in their short time together as she allowed him back into her mind, the memories playing on a loop; memories that had been locked away for the better part of a year to preserve her heart.

Her mind drifted to that first night in the NICU as they both stayed to watch over baby Ethan, Anna consoling Ethan after he suffered a major loss and she took her first knock as a doctor. It was the first time she saw a break in his tough facade, a real human showing through in times of grief. She knew after that night that she was already falling in love with him, and dangerously, she even knew then she’d be the one to end up hurt. But she decided it was worth it. To her, any time with him was worth the inevitable heartbreak she’d suffer at the hands of Ethan Ramsey.

Had it been?

After all of this time, she still couldn’t decide whether she would take it all back if she could. As much as Ethan had hurt her irrevocably, he had shown her how to love. Perhaps that was why she sat him on such a tall pedestal; he would always be her first love.

After years of ambitious plans, always knowing she’d move in a heartbeat to further both her education and career, and therefore neglecting to look for a real romantic connection, she was ready to settle in Boston at Edenbrook. Was that why she had fallen for Ethan? Was she always going to fall for the first man that came bounding into her life on the first day of her intern year?

No. She may have little faith in fate with her current predicament, but she liked to think her and Ethan’s encounter was sealed long ago; written in the stars.

Even though he pushed her away for the majority of the year, he was always there for her in her darkest times. He was there for her through so much, but then, when she lost her license; when it finally mattered, he abandoned her.

He’s here now.

He came back. He’s fighting for me. I know him, much better than he likes to think anyone ever could, and I know that he’s hurting. Good, that makes two of us. That’s the only reason he could be so cold to me. If he didn’t care about me anymore, then he’d leave me to get on with my life without a care in the world, not holding on and refusing to let me go.

She told herself her decision was based on the stiff neck she dreaded waking up to in the morning, if she got any sleep at all, but she knew. She knew she wasn’t ready to let the man beside her leave her life for a second time.

Startling Ethan, Anna shot to her feet and began the walk to the elevator. She looked over her shoulder with an exasperated expression on her face, gesturing towards him. “Well? Are you coming or not?”

Ethan’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he was taken aback at her sudden reversal. He quickly jumped up and strode to the elevator, hoping to get Anna up to his room safely before she changed her mind or wanted a rematch of their earlier screaming contest. He was utterly dumbfounded that she’d had a change of heart, fully anticipating sitting in the hotel lobby all night long in pained silence. Whatever was going through her head in the last five minutes had done him a huge favour, possibly granting him the chance to apologise for his earlier words, however undeserved forgiveness may be.

They made their way to his suite in near silence, the only noise coming from her high heels knocking against each other in her hand as she carried them by her side. He suppressed a chuckle at the sight of her walking barefoot through the opulent halls of the swanky hotel, a warmth filling his chest as he realised that maybe some things would never change. He had no idea what she’d been through in their year apart, but he was glad to see she was still the down to earth and carefree firecracker he had come to know.

Ethan opened the door to his suite, letting Anna through before closing it softly behind them. She dropped her shoes to the ground unceremoniously, immediately making her way to the mini bar cart in the corner of the living area. She squatted down, ready to make her pick when she looked up and caught Ethan’s brow quirking at her.

“If I need to be in your company, I’m going to need a stiff drink… or ten.”

He flashed her a smirk as he gestured to the cart. “By all means. I’ll take my usual whilst you’re at it.”

Her stomach fluttered as she pulled her gaze away, Ethan’s returning the gesture as she immediately poured him a scotch. It’s just a fucking drink, calm yourself. He thanked her as he took the tumbler from her hand, their fingers brushing together slightly as he watched her fight the blush rising to her cheeks.

“I’m going to take this out on the balcony,” he motioned towards the sliding doors leading out onto his seafront view. “I don’t suppose you’d like to join me?”

“I don’t.” Ethan nodded, slightly flustered but fully expectant of the rejection. “But I’m pretty sure it’ll be less depressing than sitting in bed drinking myself, so lead the way.”

They settled on the balcony furniture, Ethan taking off his tux jacket and draping it across the table as the humid Italian summer air brought a sheen to both of them.

They sat in silence for a long while, both of their minds racing on how to calmly approach the other as they topped up their glasses intermittently until the bottle drew empty. Only then, in her slightly drunk state, did Anna decide to go for it.

“So…” she cleared her throat as she looked towards the dark sea, close enough to hear the gentle waves rippling. “How long are you here for?”

“My father and I are actually here for a few weeks. He’s always wanted to travel to Italy, so when Sa-”, Ethan silently berated himself for bringing up the elephant in the room, the atmosphere suddenly feeling even more tense. He coughed before attempting to power through. “Once the wedding was moved up and moved abroad, he and I decided to make a vacation out of it.”

“The Dr. Ramsey is trying to have fun? Did you suffer a traumatic brain injury in my year away?”

Ethan smirked as he shook his head. “I’d hardly call it fun. I do enjoy visiting Italy… however it’s not as though I’ve very well got much else to do with the hospital closing down.”

“What?” Anna’s drink came sputtering out, choking as the wine doused her dress. Ethan patted her back, handing her a handkerchief as she wiped the liquid dribbling down her chin. “Edenbrook’s closing down?”

“Closed. Declared bankruptcy. Yesterday was our final day open…” Ethan looked at her curiously, brows furrowed in confusion. “You didn’t know?”

“Uh… no. I didn’t, actually.” Anna played with the hem of her dress as she fiddled guiltily. “I don’t actually keep in touch with anyone from the hospital anymore.”

Ethan’s head snapped back as he looked at her in shock. “No one? But you and your friends lived together… I would have at least expected you to stay in touch with Dr Trinh.”

“Please don’t make me feel worse about it than I already do.” She sighed. “It was just… too difficult.”

Anna had tried to stay in touch with her friends, all of the roommates alongside Bryce and Rafael. She’d even taken Ines’ number, the older doctor wanting to keep in touch after forming a close bond during their year working together. She really did try, but she hadn’t only lost Ethan when she left Boston; the man she thought was the love of her life. She had lost her entire life. She felt as though she no longer had an identity, everything she had been working towards since she was a teenager had suddenly been snatched away from her, and she was left with nothing. If she couldn’t be a doctor, who was she?

Her friends called and texted for a few months, hoping to stay in her life even as she settled in a new city, but it got increasingly tougher to catch up and hear about their lives when every single one of theirs revolved around the hospital, each of them practically living there. Every phone call was a painful reminder of the life she’d never get to lead. Sooner or later, she fell away from the majority of them, only choosing to speak to Sienna, and even then it was only due to Sienna’s incessant texting and worries over Anna.

Eventually, that communication dwindled until it ultimately ended, and although Anna felt major remorse at the situation, she finally felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders as she could truly leave Boston behind.

Or so she thought.

She wondered what kind of karma she was due to be sentenced to the return of Ethan Ramsey.

Anyone else returning to her life from Boston would have been exponentially less excruciating.

“Anna?”

“Sorry,” she shook her head as if to attempt to literally shake the troubled thoughts from her mind. “No, I don’t speak to Sienna anymore. A few months after I left, I decided to change my number… I just didn’t give it to any of them.”

“I know.”

“You know what?”

“I know you changed your number. I, er-” Ethan cleared his throat as he shuffled in his seat, studiously looking anywhere bar Anna’s direction. “I may have tried to call you a time or two.”

The shock was evident on her face as she finally turned in his direction. “You did?”

“Yes. I… I actually went to the Amazon to work for a couple of months the day after I last saw you, I’m not sure if you were aware of that.”

“No,” her eyes were wide as she shook her head, “probably because my friends knew I wasn’t in a frame of mind to hear any news about you.”

“Ah. I see.” He swallowed down another bout of guilt as he was once again reminded of how much he had affected her. “Well, I was gone for two months, working with the WHO in Brazil. I signed on for the mission with wholly unrealistic ideals and completely inappropriate reasoning for taking the job.” Anna looked at him expectantly, clearly waiting on him to further explain but he made no effort to. “Anyway, when I got back to Boston, I tried to call you. And I, uh… I think I may have tried another time after that, too.” Shoot me. It would be less painful.

He cleared his throat as she looked at him in surprise, averting her gaze as he toyed with the rim of his drink.

There was pure silence for a moment before he heard a soft “but… why?”

This was it. The moment of truth; the words he’d longed to speak since that sorry night but thought he’d never get the chance to say. The words he’d truly meant earlier but were jailed by fear, instead projecting his own insecurities onto her.

He lifted his head, turning his body fully towards Anna as he reached across to take her hand in his own. Before he could graze the soft skin, a loud noise interrupted their moment, a moving blur of grey and white suddenly directly in front of them as his eyes bulged out of his head.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Ethan, calm down! It’s a seagull!” But as Anna tried to get him to stay still, she couldn’t hold back the boisterous laugh that came barrelling out. “Ethan!” She clutched her stomach as she struggled to contain herself and he thrashed, when suddenly the force of Ethan’s struggle sent his chair flying, his back connecting with the balcony floor forcefully. The bird flew away, clearly pleased with the terrorised looks on its prey’s face as she attempted to kneel down to help him.

His cheeks flushed red as he fought off the embarrassment over his unexplainable fear of birds, attempting to sit up and thoroughly avoiding eye contact with Anna until he realised she wasn’t making any noise. His head snapped towards her as she took a sudden inhale of breath, tears streaming down her face as she cried with laughter. His pursuit of a scowl died on his face quickly, the corners of his lips turning upwards subconsciously as he appreciated the first real smile he’d seen from Anna all night. He studied her intently as he watched her catch her breath, uttering apologies as she helped him to his feet.

And suddenly, it was as though a dam had broken within him. All of the little quirks Anna had, all of the memories they shared together; the sight of her smile lighting up her entire face brought it all rushing back to him.

It was as though Anna could read his mind, her breath now caught and a noticeable shift in her demeanour as she looked up at him. She wondered what was going on in that complex mind of his, albeit she was slightly frightened to find out. It had been a long time since she had fallen victim to the scrutiny of his intense gaze, and she found herself feeling shy and restless under it.

In an attempt to stop whatever was about to leave his mouth, a bright idea sparked in her tipsy brain.

“Let’s go swimming!”

Ethan’s eyebrows shot together as he stared at her in disbelief. “Swimming?” She nodded enthusiastically as he looked over the balcony edge to the sea. “It’s 3am, Anna.”

“And?”

And that was how Ethan ended up on the sand, at 3 o’clock in the morning, his shoes and socks forgotten at the steps up to the hotel as he watched Anna dip her toes in the water before moving in further.

“What are you doing all the way back there?” Anna shouted from her spot in the sea, the waves gently crashing against her knees as she turned back to look at him.

“Preserving a three-thousand dollar suit, Rookie. Are you really planning on going in wearing that dress?”

She ran back, giggling and lapping up the saltwater as it sprayed against her sun kissed skin.

She made it back to the sand, Ethan once again surmising how easy it was to smile when she was around, his jaw taking a workout after a year without her and her escapades. She was utterly contagious.

“Of course not.” She shot him a mischievous grin as she bent down slightly and crossed her arms over, reaching the hem of her dress as she pulled it up and over her head in one forceful tug, more than happy to discard any remnants of the wedding rehearsal. It was soon forgotten on the sandy beach, Anna’s hair swaying in the gentle breeze of the ocean as she shook her head and let out a giggle.

Ethan swallowed over the lump in his throat as his eyes trailed over the sinful underwear adorning her curves, green and black lace contrasting perfectly against her olive complexion. He longed to reach out and touch her creamy skin, yearning to discover if it still felt as soft and smooth as their only shared night many moons ago.

She cleared her throat as she noticed the trail his eyes were following, a shy yet scandalised expression crossing her face as she quirked her eyebrow at him. “Are you joining me?”

He grumbled under his breath as his fingers reached for his tie, loosening it before taking it off completely and moving to his shirt. Soon enough, he stood clad in nothing but his boxers, praising himself for keeping his gaze above Anna’s shoulders as he undressed and avoiding an embarrassing situation in his underwear.

“Don’t stop now.” She smirked, “I thought we were going skinny dipping.”

“You must be kidding. Not a chance in hell, Anna.”

“Relax, grandpa. Don’t get your knickers in a twist… or better yet,” she grinned, “take them off.”

Anna suddenly turned on her heel, biting her lip through a smile as she looked over her shoulder towards him. Her hands reached behind herself, deftly unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the sand. Ethan’s hands clenched into fists as he held himself back from reaching for her, silently pondering the turn of events that had led their night to end like this. She soon became restless under the intensity of his heated stare, and began to move into the water. With purposeful moves, her thumbs dipped into the scrap of lace she called underwear, dragging them down her legs before kicking them up with one foot and catching them midair. Once her lower half was fully immersed in the warm water, she turned back to face him, one hand covering what she could manage of her full breasts, her thong dangling from the tips of her fingers on the other.

With remarkable aim, she lobbed it into the air, the tiny piece of fabric landing at his feet as she called out to him. “Catch me if you can.”

She proceeded to float backwards in the water, the tops of her breasts rising through the rippling waves, leaving Ethan a shivering wreck as his fingers twitched against his waistband.

“Oh, to hell with it.”

Before he could change his mind, and before he could allow himself to further analyse the lack of control he struggled to exercise when it came to one Anna Valentine, his boxers were off and he was treading into the water towards her. She pulled her head out of the water, grinning wickedly as Ethan walked towards her. He took a few long strides before diving under the surface, completely submerging himself in the crystal clear water eclipsed by the dark night sky.

“Ethan?”

She called his name again and again, looking into the dark sea to no avail when suddenly she was forced from the water, Ethan emerging to full height with Anna in his arms, one looping behind her knees and the other’s hand pressed flat against her back. She giggled in glee as he spun her around, panting slightly as a small smile broke through.

“Caught you.”

Her gaze landed on his, both of their smiles only growing as they looked at one another like there was no one else in the world.

“Well, well, well, Dr. Ramsey. Looks like you do know how to have fun after all.”

He chuckled as he shook his head, eyes immediately returning to her grinning face, a warmth blooming in his chest as he recognised that same light in her eyes back again. Anna broke free from their connected trance first, whilst pulling her arms around Ethan’s neck to stay steady as she gazed out onto the wide expanse of the Mediterranean. His eyes threatened to travel the length of her exposed figure, a herculean effort to keep them anchored to her giddy face.

She reached her arms behind herself, her entire body stretching as her back arched and she yelled “I’m king of the world!”

Her only response was a raised eyebrow and a smirk gracing Ethan’s plump lips. “I’m pretty sure that’s my line, Rookie.”

Once again their eyes found each other, chocolate on sapphire as the adrenaline coursing through them began to wear off, finally allowing themselves to appreciate the touch of their bare skin on one another after a long year. Anna smiled shyly as she removed her arms from his neck, Ethan taking the hint as he lowered her back into the water and dipped down himself.

“You seem like a different person to earlier, much more like your old self.”

She bit back a glare and chuckled despite herself. “No, really?” She mocked. “What a shock: to think that it must help when you’re not getting called a slut.”

Ethan winced, his earlier outburst back at the forefront of his mind as the guilt burned his cheeks. “Anna, I’m so, so deeply sorry for that.”

“It’s fine, Ethan,” she waved him off.

“It’s not fine. It was utterly disgraceful.”

“I think the red patch on your cheek is enough payback.” She smirked as he couldn’t help but to grin back at her, shaking his head playfully.

“Either way,” he sighed as he regained seriousness. “I cannot apologise enough. I’m certainly not proud of myself for what I said. It’s just…” Anna watched his expression turn thoughtful as he spoke carefully. “I couldn’t have anticipated the onslaught of feelings that seeing you again would bring; feelings that I’ve neglected to face for over a year.”

Anna swallowed heavily, unsure of where the conversation was heading and whether or not he planned to share those feelings with her. “Oh?”

He nodded nervously, albeit feeling somewhat confident that she hadn’t immediately shut down the conversation. “About what you said earlier, that you wouldn’t have needed to look to other men if I had just given in to what we were both hoping for anyway… you were right. And I think it struck a cord because I already knew that, and I hate myself for the jealousy I feel over something I forced you into.”

Anna looked taken aback as she managed to stutter, “you felt jealous?”

“Obscenely.”

The heat in Ethan’s gaze was unmistakable, the usual bright blue nearly taken over by his lust blown pupils. Anna swallowed over a bout of fear and took a leap. She moved towards him slightly, and when she met no resistance or movement on his part, continued until she was reaching out to him, skating her fingers up his muscular arms as his breath hitched.

Her fingers danced across his shoulders before finally looping her arms around his neck loosely, all the while their eyes never leaving one another. They could hear the others breathing growing heavy, eyes heavy with longing as Ethan pulled her in closer, his arms finding their way home to her waist but tactically keeping their hips apart. The excruciating need to feel her body pressed against his lost in a battle to fear; fear that he’d ruined his chances once and for all; afraid of the bone crushing pain of her rejection.

“Did you miss me?” The words left Anna’s lips subconsciously, her eyes widening slightly as she realised she’d uttered her thoughts aloud. She was even more surprised at the immediate response and the confidence behind it.

“Yes. Every minute of the day.”

Anna’s heart leapt as she searched his eyes, looking for any trace of regret in his statement as he bared his soul to her, but all she found was pure honesty and vulnerability as his grip on her tightened.

She bit her lip as she weighed up her options. The man holding her had brought more pain to her life than anyone she’d ever known; he’d brought more pain to her life than she thought was possible. She should be pushing away from him, running a mile in the other direction and never looking back. But now, as she heard him confess that he’d thought of her in their time apart, all she wanted to do was pull him closer.

Slowly and carefully, she slightly rested her weight on Ethan’s shoulders as she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his taut waist as he suppressed a groan.

He watched as her mouth opened, waiting with bated breath as she finally whispered, “prove it.”

At last, he pulled her body tightly into his, watching as her eyes rolled back as he pressed his hips into her. She gasped as she felt him against her, his length hot and heavy as it nudged her centre, teasing her as he moved ever so slightly.

“Can you feel how much you affect me?”

She bit her lip as she nodded slowly as she took a sharp intake of breath. “I still think I could use further clarification, though.”

He recognised the invitation in her seductive tone, one of his hands leaving her waist to travel up her back and land in her thick hair. He tenderly pushed her wet hair off her face before taking hold of it, gently tugging it back to raise her face to him and compensate for their height difference as he slowly began to lean down, eyes flickering towards her plump lips when a sudden noise broke them out of their trance.

Was that…?

“Anna?”

Shit.

The pair broke apart, the water splashing around them vigorously as they both recognised the deep voice calling to them from the hotel steps a short distance away.

“Sam?” Anna weakly shouted, her voice lost in the dark void of night.

She looked towards the shore, noticing two figures walking down the pathway to the beach, wondering who was accompanying him.

“Sam?” She called out to him, louder this time, earning a look in her direction as he began to walk to her.

“Anna?” He narrowed his eyes as he struggled to make her out with lack of light. “What the hell are you doing in the sea at this time?”

His strides faltered slightly as he noticed his cousin emerging from the depths of the ocean with her. “Ethan,” he nodded towards him, confused by the scene unfolding before his eyes, but seeing enough to know he didn’t like it.

Ethan returned the sentiment, and groaned inwardly as the figure walking behind his cousin rose from the shadows, revealing himself to be his father.

“Son,” he smiled knowingly, much too happy to catch his son in such a predicament. “Anna, lovely to see you again.”

“Hi, Mr Ramsey.”

Sam stood expectantly, waiting for Anna to come out of the water so he could speak to her. She noticed the look on his face, shutting her eyes as she let out an embarrassed breath. “I…” her gaze flickered to Ethan’s father, before casting a sidelong glance at Ethan himself. She thought about whispering, but Sam himself probably wouldn’t manage to hear her over the gentle waves of the night combined with the necessary distance between them to keep her body underwater. She sighed as she faced the inevitable. “I’m not actually wearing anything.”

Sam’s jaw clenched as he questioned the nature of their midnight swim, but pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind and bit his tongue as he shrugged out of his suit jacket. He turned to face Alan and Ethan, raising his eyebrows as he said, “if you wouldn’t mind?”

They both turned swiftly, Sam walking right to the waters edge as Anna stood, immediately wrapping her in the jacket. Their vast size difference worked in her favour tonight, the jacket dwarfing her as he ushered her out of the sea.

Sam coughed to clear his throat, signalling it was safe for the other men to turn around. Ethan’s gaze hardened ever so slightly as his eyes fell upon Anna in Sam’s clothes, chastising himself for feeling jealousy at something so juvenile.

“Will you…” Sam wondered how to word his question, “do you need-”

Luckily Ethan correctly assumed the ending, waving him off as he shook his head. “I’ll wait here. You two,” Sam noticed his jaw muscles tense ever so slightly as he forced himself to spit out the rest of his sentiments. “You two go on yourselves.”

They both nodded and said goodnight, Anna stealing another peak at Ethan as Sam ushered her away, hand gently but firmly on her lower back as he held her clothes in his other hand.

He watched as they entered the hotel and let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes momentarily, only for them to snap wide open as he heard the rumbling chuckle of his father.

“I’m sorry, is this funny to you?”

“Son, I think this is the most I’ve ever felt like your father in 38 years.” His chuckle died down to a good natured giggle, his smile warm as he shook his head affectionately. “That Rookie must be someone special to get you to strip down to your birthday suit in public.”

She is.

Inside the hotel, Anna was now thankful for their staffing shortcomings, glad no one had to witness her traipsing through the halls soaking wet, completely naked under a man’s suit. Wordlessly, she followed Sam to the elevator, her thoughts racing as she wondered if he’d been able to see her wrapped in Ethan’s embrace as he walked out. Her thoughts allowed her to wonder the alternative; what would have happened if he hadn’t walked out?

She followed him inside, noticing he tapped the button for the top floor and breaking out of her daze as the doors closed over. “Where are we going?”

“I know the owner of this hotel, so when my Uncle Alan said Ethan had taken you from the party and this is where they were staying, I called for a suite.”

She nodded mutely, the air conditioning in the lift causing a shiver to run through her.

Sam reached out instinctively, pulling her into his arms as he rubbed her back soothingly. Resting his head atop hers, he sighed as his hands stopped their ministrations.

“Anna, I think you and I have a lot to talk about.”

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pruaus (i just wanna hear more)

I'm gonna answer this one first so it isn't answered in the next one. ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART this is my main thing. we all know this. i don't even know where to start!! i'm going to try to do a cut here because WOW this turned out to be long well ok first thing's first, my gilbert is pretty canon divergent. he's an old bastard, as a lot of them now are, esp the balts in general so like. this different background affects him a lot, and he was pretty antagonistic towards roderich in the beginning? austria helped in the northern crusades after all, but gilbert Did learn not to hold that against everyone fairly quickly. still, that's their first meeting. they kinda just didn't give too much of a damn about each other until prussia's independence in 1657. gil now had to actually live with his husband, whom he detested. so he just... enthusiastically volunteered to go to austria's court as an extra representative. the other reps (minden, mark, cleves, etc) were needed in their own territories. while brandenburg was the one with the elector's seat, he was also the more "important" one of the two soooo... gil got away! this leads to gilbert thinking that roderich is a safe place, because, comparatively, he is. they're both in their mid/late teens at this point and do develop an attachment to each other. gilbert has his first crush on a dude, and roderich... sees a way to piss antonio off lmfao. gil gets his teenage joker gilcel moment when roderich tries to make things happen again with toni, but does wrestle a kingdom title out of it by helping rod. still in joker mode, silesian wars happen. they hate each other, though gil does just become a bit more apathetic to roderich during this time. after this, he's Not A Fan of roderich at all, until the polish partitions. working with two people to get your sister's (nyo!prussia, maria) birthplace back does that to a man. it was a tense friendship, and roderich got his own taste of unrequited love, since gilbert was head over heels w fritz at the time. they grow closer during the napoleonic wars, and gilbert is seeking comfort to fill in the hole in his heart from fritz's death, as well as the sheer humiliation he felt from losing so much to france. thus! the battle of leipzig is where i have their first kiss :) totally spur of the moment, definitely awkward afterwards. their relationship grows more official as the demand for a unified germany grew. tbh i can't say anything too certain abt how the germany twins (monika and ludwig) came about because this isn't my era, but this relationship did end in the custody battle that gilbert won. ... he also eloped with romania in the middle of this. what can i say? he was pissed! he was even more angered at the austro-hungarian marriage. at the end of wwi, all of that crumbled apart, though, and gilbert returned to roderich with his tail between his legs and they started anew. they kept in good contact during his days in the DDR (for the circumstances), though they were able to talk less and less as the years went on. international affairs such as the olympics were treasured by them as gilbert was able to meet up freely with roderich there. their relationship was definitely tense at that point-- gilbert feared roderich going back to toni, and roderich feared gilbert going back to romania-- and, well. drunken and not-so-drunken mistakes happen. they worked past it! present day, they have their son, kugelmugel (leopold) and gilbert lives 50/50 between potsdam and vienna, though he is able to spend more time with his family now that remote work is an option. he represents the state of brandenburg, so he and roderich have a nice relationship that isn't strained by any impending death lmfao. the stars were totally crossed against them, but they made it work, damn it!!!!

#pruaus #historical hetalia #gilbert beilschmidt #roderich edelstein #hws austria #hws prussia #yandereleorio

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discordance!verse part 7: an interesting morning in jingshi, Lan Wangji is shameless, much to the shock of Wei Wuxian. rated M??T??

in which wwx is lxc’s husband through political alliance, and there is an affair.

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(~10 days before part 5/6)

Wei Wuxian wakes up slowly, warm and comfortable. The first thing he sees is the green bamboo shoots past the white tulle curtains, just outside the window, and the droplet of dew glistening under the morning sun. It had rained some time during the early hours; he recalls drifting to sleep listening to the muffled pitter-patter against Jingshi's roof, Lan Zhan curled at his side…

Lan Zhan is still there, fast asleep, as though he hasn't moved an inch all night. He is pressed against Wei Wuxian's shoulder, one arm thrown across his chest, every even breath a gentle breeze across his neck.

Even in sleep, Lan Zhan is a vision. That peerless face which others find cold and intimidating, is relaxed and open. Thick lashes kiss pink flushed cheeks. Soft full lips part minutely, still a bit swollen. Long silk hair runs like ink between Wei Wuxian's fingers.

He releases a soft affectionate huff, pulling the covers more securely around them both. Wei Wuxian closes his eyes, ready to indulge in sleep for another couple more hours. He doesn't know why they don't do this more often, it's so nice…

Wait!

His eyes snap open, all thoughts of sleep vanishing instantly.

Fuck! We slept in!

There's a very good reason why he and Lan Zhan never wake up warm, coddled together in a patch of morning sun like two aristocratic cats: it's because Cloud Recesses' rules are fucking nightmares - and also because he and Lan Zhan are technically, technically in an illicit affair - but mostly because of Cloud Recesses’ rules. Lan Zhan always has to get up at a quarter before mao-shi to sneak back to hanshi so he could continue the charade of having woken up in the bed he definitely didn't sleep in.

Judging by the angle of sunlight spilling into the room, it must be at least si-shi by now, a whole two shichen later than when Lan Zhan is usually up and about…

Oh ffffffuuuck -

Dap, dap, dap!

There are three polite knocks at the door. A disciple's hesitant voice echoes from the other side.

"W-Wei-jun? Are you in there?"

He can hear the anxiety clearly in their tone. Because of course they must be frantic! Lan Zhan's secretarial disciple would've gone in to bring him his breakfast, like he does every morning, and discovered Hanguang-jun's bed and sheets as cold as ice and Lan Wangji himself nowhere to be found.

It's been at least four hours, Cloud Recesses must be having a full blown panic attack by now!!

Wei Wuxian jolts up from bed and is torn between feeling sorry and amazed when that exaggerated movement only manages to elicit an incoherent grumble from Lan Zhan.

Oblivious to Wei Wuxian's impending meltdown, Lan Wangji curls a little deeper into the covers, but does not wake up.

No time to worry about that, Wei Wuxian yanks the covers over Lan Wangji's head to cover him and pads across the matted floor to the clothing rack. He can't answer the door even if he wants to; he's completely fucking naked.

Wei Wuxian is just about finished with the ties of his second layer of robes when the disciple speaks again,

"Wei-jun?! Are you in there?! Many apologies for disturbing you…but - but it's urgent! Please, could you open the door?"

For the first time since the death of his husband, Wei Wuxian is glad for his widower status. As the previous Sect Master's yishu 遗属, it would be bad etiquette for lower disciples to barge into his private residence without invite. Not that any of them would be capable: the seal Wei Wuxian placed on the inside of the door last night is an invention of his own. He's confident that no more than a dozen cultivators of their time can break it without expending serious spiritual energy.

Thank goodness last-night-me had the foresight to do that…

Though, he does wonder why it's a bunch of disciples and not someone like Lan Qiren knocking on his door. His nerves calm by half a fraction. If they're coming to me, perhaps they haven't directed this particular issue to higher authorities. Probably doesn't want to give the grandpas an impromptu stroke by declaring Lan Zhan missing…

Wei Wuxian shrugs on his outer layer, and in the calmest, most put-upon voice he can manage, he answers, "What is it? I am feeling poorly this morning."

"Begging your pardon, Wei-jun, it's just…Hanguang-jun, uhm, we can't find Hanguang-jun."

Glancing behind his shoulder, Wei Wuxian winces as he sees Lan Wangji stirring, turning onto his back and shoving the covers out of the way.

"Ah, yes, Hanguang-jun," replies Wei Wuxian, channeling his inner Lan Qiren and attempting his most authoritative tone of voice. "Sect Master has informed me that he’s gone on a…a meditative trek. It's been some time since he's been able to cultivate in peace. He will be returning shortly. No need…no need to worry the Elders."

Through the thin walls, he hears a collective sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness. Forgive us for disturbing you, Wei-jun. If you're feeling unwell, should a healer be sent for -"

"No! No, that's quite alright. I'll be fine. Return to your studies. Do not dally." Wei Wuxian quickly dismisses the disciples.

Ear pressed against the door, he listens to their footsteps walking away until he can't hear anything but the sparrows chirping in the woods. Letting out the breath he’s been holding anxiously in his chest, Wei Wuxian pads himself in relief.

Crisis averted.

When he turns around, Lan Wangji is sitting up in bed, staring dazedly at him.

"I slept in. It's very late, isn't it?"

The sight of him like that, blankets gathered at the waist, pale chest bared and hair unbound, immediately steals from Wei Wuxian the breath he’d only just been able to catch.

Hanguang-jun is truly the Light Bearer, he laments, mindless of the smile that overtakes him. Even the sun seems to be drawn to the good Lan Zhan. Streaming onto the bed from the window behind, morning sunlight enshrouds his entire being and condenses into a soft halo around him, as if to remind the world that this man is blessed by the gods.

Yet this god-chosen man, destined for immortality, has given himself over to Wei Wuxian last night, delivered into his hands, with pure trust and a small smile in the dark.

Wei Wuxian feels the back of his neck heat up from the memory. Get yourself together, Wei Wuxian, you flagrant degenerate, it’s practically midday.

"Wei Ying, I…" Lan Wangji averts his eyes as Wei Wuxian takes a seat beside him, holding his clothes ready for him.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, don't be embarrassed." Wei Wuxian chuckles, reaching out to twirl a strand of Lan Wangji's hair around his finger teasingly. "So you slept in, happens to the best of us."

Leaning forward and pecking a chaste kiss to his forehead, Wei Wuxian hands him his robes and says, "Alright, come on, let's get up. You have to work, and I have to assist my venerated Hanguang-jun. A bath and some breakfast - I told the disciples I'm not feeling my best, they'll probably send whatever I ask for. Nobody ever has to know our Sect Master was sleeping the morning away."

The tip of Lan Wangji's ears turns pink, but instead of accepting the garbs the other man holds out to him, he shifts closer and winds his arms around Wei Wuxian shamelessly. "Yes perhaps, but I am not entirely to blame."

This time, Wei Wuxian does blush. He draws his head back, aghast. "L-Lan Zhan! H-how could you say such a thing in broad daylight!

"Is it not so?" Lan Wangji rests his chin against his lover's shoulder and pivots his head almost accusingly.

Wei Wuxian sputters. Why you shameless little - you - I -

Memories from the night before come rushing back: Lan Zhan's earnest open face when he asked Wei Wuxian to indulge him, climbing onto his lap and whispering into his ear exactly what he wanted. Wei Wuxian is used to Lan Zhan taking charge. It’s been that way since the two of them became intimate. He’s thrilled, more than thrilled, to share those stolen moments with Lan Zhan. In fact, it always does funny wonderful things to him to see the disciplined Hanguang-jun let loose the way he does when they’re together.

But to have his Lan Zhan laying under him, arching and trembling and falling apart for him, his name uttered by those heavenly lips like an answer, a spell, a prayer…How does any reasonable man come back from that?

Oh my god…I - I deflowered the Second Jade of Gusu… Wei Wuxian realizes with a jolt, suddenly hot under the collar. It's not that the implication didn't occur to him yesterday, but the weight of his actions had not fully sunk in until now. It's probably not a coincidence that Lan Wangji, who has never overslept a day in his life, fails to keep to his rigid internal clock after Wei Wuxian spent most of the night having his ways with him.

When did they even go to actual sleep? It couldn't have been any time before midnight. Wei Ying, Wei Wuxian, you fool, you absolute idiot, how could you have done this?! You should've been more careful!!

…Lan Zhan had been so careful with me…

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji calls his name, arms still locked around him. "You told them I'd be gone for a while yet, yes?"

Wei Wuxian frowns, not sure where he's headed. "Yeah?"

Lan Wangji shuffles closer, one of his hands travelling across the front of Wei Wuxian's robes until he finds the knotted sash. Blinking innocently, he says without a shred of pretense, "I do not doubt your skills, but my memories of last night are a little vague. Perhaps you ought to demonstrate for me again, as a reminder?"

For a long, long moment, neither of them move, Lan Wangji's request apparently having shocked Wei Wuxian into petrified silence. He does nothing but stare back at him, so much so Lan Wangji begins to wonder if he went a little too far with the teasing. But then Wei Wuxian's expression shifts, something raw and hungry flashing across his face. The next moment, Lan Wangji is flipped over onto his front, the covers yanked off exposing his pale bare form, every inch a perfection.

Lan Wangji shivers, more reactionary than actually cold. He can feel Wei Ying's gaze on him, heated and appreciative, and as much as he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction, he squirms under the scrutiny.

"Wei Y-"

But the weight of Wei Ying's body is suddenly flush against his back, and Lan Wangji notices with a start that while he is thoroughly bare, Wei Ying is mostly dressed and does not appear to be in any hurry to change that.

Does Wei Ying really intend to take him while fully clothed?! Somehow the thought doesn't bother him, not in the least. Rather, it spurs him on, sparking the desire that simmers just beneath his skin.

His hair is swept to side; Lan Wangji groans as a pair of lips press a hot, open mouthed kiss against his neck behind one redden ear.

"One would think, Hanguang-jun, that requesting physical intimacy in the middle of the day counts for misbehaviour."

The needy kiss transforms into a sharp bite.

Lan Wangji suffocates a groan, shuddering as the kiss trails between his shoulder blades and lower. For a few minutes, all he can focus on is the touch of hands and lips and tongue mapping out the planes of his body and wringing from him wonderful pleasures that he would not otherwise so easily relinquish.

"As the once disciplinary officer of Cloud Recesses," continues Wei Ying, lifting Lan Zhan by the hips and pushing him onto his knees. "Please enlighten us the appropriate consequences."

Wei Ying sounds very much like a cat savouring its play time with its poor prey before devouring it alive. Although Lan Wangji would never admit it out loud even under duress, he can confess to himself in the safety of his mind that this fate is exactly what he wants.

The Wei Ying of last night was careful, gentle, and steadfast despite being nervous.That Wei Ying had held his hands, lacing their fingers together, and whispered sweet lovely things as he brought them to their heights and back. Lan Wangji wasn't lying when he said his memories were a bit fuzzy; the entire experience had been…a lot.

However, Wei Ying in the morning is a whole different beast, and Lan Zhan aches just imagining what waits ahead. He wants him, by god, he wants him.

"One would think, Wei-jun," Lan Wangji manages to grit out, "that as someone who holds the highest running record of punishments received during his guest disciple days, you would be more than acquainted with Cloud Recesses' method of discipl - ah!"

The cry is ripped from his throat before he could help it. Panting, Lan Wangji writhes against the sheets and marvels a little at just how readily he receives what Wei Ying gives him.

But Wei Ying's tone loses its playfulness right away. "Lan Zhan -" The hand that threads through his hair is light and the following kiss on his left shoulder is tender. "- are you - are you hurt? Was I -"

Perhaps that cry sounded more distressed than he actually was. Lan Wangji turns his head to meet Wei Ying's worried gaze and melts a little. Blood is roaring in his ears and he is hot all over, but the warm cocoon that envelops his heart has nothing to do with lust.

Wei Ying presses another soft, comforting kiss against the shell of his ear and then another against his temple. "Say something, should I stop?"

Stop?! If this endearing idiot even thinks about stopping now Lan Wangji will absolutely smack him out of pure frustration.

Catching his breath, he pushes back against Wei Wuxian and is immensely satisfied when the other man shudders in response. Reveling in the knowledge that he is the only one to ever see Wei Ying this way, he does it again. This time, the hands gripping his deviant hips are no longer gentle.

"Are you going to make good on my punishments," challenges Lan Wangji, batting his lashes, infinitesimally coy. "Or were those merely empty threats?"

The speed at which Wei Ying's eyes darken with desire almost makes Lan Wangji regret his impertinence. But then he is being thrust forward without warning, the unexpected motion hitting that spot inside him that makes his toes curl and his vision go white, and he instantly regrets nothing.

"W-Wei Ying…"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he is aware that he is being objectively loud, but it really isn't his fault. Who in their right mind would expect him to be silent when he is being railed into the bed like both their immortalities depended on it. He just hopes Wei Ying has the good sense to cast a silencing talisman (lucky for them, he did).

Lan Zhan moans into the sheets, his eyes rolling back. How on earth is he so wrecked so quickly?! What is Wei Ying doing to him? In this position, he is completely at his lover's mercy, but he doesn't want to fight it, not at all. Clutching the wooden headboard, Lan Wangji surrenders the last bit of his self-control and submerges under the waves of sensations and sounds and bliss.

Lan Zhan is quiet afterwards, soaking in the bath Wei Wuxian prepared for him. Wei Wuxian wipes himself down perfunctorily, changes into fresh robes and then proceeds to meticulously tidy the bed. The sheets are…probably not salvageable. He'll have to burn them or bury them, because there's no way he can hand them over to the disciples on laundry duty in the state that they're in. Even he can't talk his way out of that one.

When he's sure there is no more incriminating evidence of their activities, Wei Wuxian rounds behind the screen to find Lan Zhan exactly where he'd left him.

Eyes closed, he looks so young. It's not fair how everything must fall to him now. Lan Zhan never complains, but he must be exhausted after all that's happened since the end of last year.

His heart squeezing tightly, Wei Wuxian picks up a wash cloth and sits down by the tub. Lovely eyes flutter open just as he runs the warm towel over the round of Lan Zhan's shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He asks softly, wiping a bit of dried spent from Lan Zhan's chin. "Was I too rough?"

The tip of Lan Zhan's ears turns pink again. He shakes his head, taking Wei Wuxian's hand and caresses his knuckles. "No, you were perfect."

Still, something nags Wei Wuxian in the mind of his mind. Their hands still clasped together, he shifts closer and searches Lan Zhan's face.

"Lan Zhan, what brought this on? Last night and this morning. You know I don't mind being the …uhm…" Blushing, he clears his throat, suddenly thin-skinned. Damn it, Wei Wuxian, get it together. "You know I don’t mind being the way we were before. Love it in fact, can't get enough of it even. I don't want you to think I expect you to - uhm - return the favour... as it were."

Lan Zhan's eyes are serious but also bright and earnest with understanding and intent. He thumbs the blush on Wei Wuxian's cheek, curling his fingers around his nape.

"I'm yours now, Wei Ying." He says, voice hushed but resolve firm. "Do you understand? No more nonsense about finding me a proper husband, or a wife to bear me heirs, or any talk of that kind. Even if the Elders bar me from marrying you on the account of you being my brother's widower, I'm yours, and you're not allowed to abandon me. I won't have it."

"Lan Zhan..." The back of his throat grows unbearably tight. Wei Wuxian feels as though he could cry. He remembers their conversation back in Qishan when he saw Lan Zhan with little Wen Yuan and the ensuing row they had afterwards. It was perhaps the first and only time Lan Zhan lost his temper with him. He'd been so angry, so hurt, that Wei Ying would even suggest he should marry another.

Wei Wuxian, if you truly want me to be with someone else, then what, tell me, are we doing now?!

Wei Wuxian squeezes his hand, pressing a heartbroken kiss to his palm, then another, then another. He feels horrible with himself. How could he not realize earlier? Is this why Lan Zhan had been so insistent?

"Lan Zhan, my good Lan Zhan, you didn't have to - I won't leave you, Lan Zhan, I promised you, I won't. You have me, you'll always have me, you didn't have to -"

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji interrupts him, seeing his self-deprecating tendencies are once again leading him down the wrong line of thought. "I want you, want to be with you. Last night was not solely to drive home a point. Even if I did want to make a point, it would only be part of the reason, minimal at best, and certainly would not account for this morning.”

Wei Wuxian blinks, swallowing thickly. "And the real reason?"

"Well, surely it's very telling." Lan Wangji inches closer. The angle of the round tub makes it awkward but he doesn't care. A smile playing at his lips, he whispers into the other man's ear and delights at the way Wei Ying pulls back with a scandalized cry.

"Lan Zhan!"

Wei Wuxian is sure that his entire face is on fire. Who would've thought the esteemed Hanguang-jun could be such a lethal combination of imaginative mind and dirty mouth?!

But Lan Wangji only chuckles, nuzzling his neck. "Thank you for being so obliging, Wei Ying. I hope I was not too much of a burden."

I’m going to cry, thinks Wei Wuxian, I’m actually going to cry. Inside his chest, his heart has swelled so incredibly that he feels it will burst any second. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, my good Lan-er-gege," he chants, over and over, peppering the lightest and sweetest of kisses along Lan Wangji's face. "You can't say things like that without warning! My heart can't take it!"

"Mn,” Lan Wangji purrs.“You'll live."

"Lan Zhan, ah Lan Zhan, what am I going to do with you?" Wei Wuxian sighs, holding the other man by the curve of his jaw and smiles that sunshine smile.

"Stuck with me, I'm afraid. Hasn't anyone told you?" Lan Zhan peers at him through hooded eyes. "Us Gusu Lans, we're rooks."

"Rooks?"

"Rooks mate for life."

At that, Wei Wuxian pulls Lan Wangji impossibly close and silences him with a deep, long kiss.

[part 8]

yishu 遗属 - family that is left behind through death.

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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Hello yes, could you elaborate on the Comte wedding event pleease. Crying and fangirling and dying are all acceptable. I missed it and I adore your rambles about Comte? Thank you either way.

!!! I’d be delighted to!! And awww, I’m so glad :D I love to write about him in any capacity, it makes me so happy to know people enjoy it when I do! Tysm for the full license to cry/fangirl/die because lbr it ain’t a Comte event if all three of those things don’t happen .Please don’t worry, I don’t mind talking abt it anyway! 💕💕💕

Okay my fellow Comte stans, you know the drill! I’ll be placing the details of the Wedding Story Event (jpn version) below the cut! Please don’t read if you want to wait for the official translation, and I hope you enjoy if you do take a peak! c:

AIGHT Y’ALL in fair Verona where we lay our scene-- This event begins on a lovely summer day with Comte and MC at a boutique picking out a wedding dress for their upcoming ceremony. As usual, she provides a bit of background as to how we got here. Comte doesn’t have a proposal event (as far as I know) like the other suitors because he actually proposes marriage in his MS. I won’t go too far into details just in case, but they essentially swear their love to each other in a church at night--just the two of them. (I’m not 100% sure, but I think this event takes place on the anniversary of the vow that they shared, what Comte called becoming “a vampire’s bride.” Yes it’s as hot as it sounds AND I LOVED IT). Now, despite their private promise to each other, Comte does specify that he fully intends to have a public wedding whenever she feels comfortable doing that. As such, this event is picking up from there.

With all the nitty gritty settled, it’s time to get to the fun bits. So Comte is weaving in and out of the dresses, trying to find the perfect one for his beloved. MC is equal parts exasperated but amused, and she notes that it reminds her so much of when she first debuted in high society (reference to the beginning of Comte’s MS). Back then, when she agreed to debut, he told her that he would immediately send word to his tailor to make the necessary preparations. It’s a kind of nostalgic moment; she remembers how thorough and excited he was (”I’ll be sure to show off your every charm”), and he’s effusing that energy in the boutique too. Eventually he settles on two of them and requests that they both be prepared, and MC sputters. She’s like Comte???? W H Y we only need one dress???? And he insists that, since it’s a special occasion, there’s no harm in it is there? He also goes on to say that it is in line with her culture’s tradition of “dyeing the bride in the husband’s colors.” MC shoots back that the tradition doesn’t entail several wedding dresses for the bride, but he pays the correction no mind. Y’all. I loved this part because it just emphasizes how much of a LIL SHIT he can be. Like he’s 100% harmless but I was like BOI IF U DON’T--I WILL KISS UR CUTE FACE. YOU STOP THAT.

I find it interesting especially because it remains in line with a trend about Comte that is so arresting for me, something that I find so endearing about him. I’ll note other places in the event I find it, but in this moment he is revealing something critical: for all of his capacity to play with the language and expectations that other people have/use, he only ever uses it for good. Here he’s purely being playful (with a stark note of respect and awareness); he has no intention of overwhelming her or undermining her cultural expectations of what a wedding means. Especially because MC, even in her monologue, isn’t truly upset--she honestly seems to find it adorable and funny more than anything. It’s also clear that Comte is working within her comfort zones. While he would buy the entire damn boutique if she let him, he settles on two because he knows it would stress her out otherwise (MC tends to be p pragmatic, not really about extravagance she is a mood).

And so they make their selection and exit the boutique, and they’re walking arm in arm back to the carriage. Comte laments narrowing it down to only two, but he’s happy they found something nice. MC thanks him for bringing her along, but he says it’s only natural--he wanted to pick out the dress the world would see together, he would never be happy with it otherwise. MC melts (WHO WOULDN’T) and says she’s really looking forward to wearing them, and he’s shook AF.

(OKAY BUT I NEED TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS. DOES HE UNDERSTAND HOW TOUCHED I AM. DOES HE KNOW. His route hammers home this idea that for Comte, being with someone absolutely means being on the same page. It means being there for each other yes--but it also means making sure the other person feels wanted and included. He could have so easily just picked his favorite and been like “yeah this is what we’re going with.” But not only does he not do that, he refuses the very idea of a ceremony without it. He wants this to mean something for both of them, and he’s more than willing to put in the time and effort to ascertain that. I’M FUCKING TENDER OKAY. HE CARES SO MUCH AND I SOB)

He asks her if there’s anything else that she really, really wants for their wedding, and she thinks it through. It’ll be a reasonably sized wedding, with the men of the mansion in attendance and most of their closer high society friends. They’ve picked out a dress, the venue is set, the people closest to her will be there...she really can’t think of anything else? So she asks him if he has anything he really wants to do for the wedding, and he replies in the negative too, saying that “My only ideal wedding can be one in which I can see you at your most happy." ARE YOU KIDDING ME--Before MC can recover from that, he goes on: "Even now, I'm enjoying the preparations, and I want to do whatever I can for you." MC feels like she can never win against his sweet affection, so she nearly kills him with her answering line: "It’s more than enough. More than anything, being able to swear our love together again--to renew our vow--is the best part of it all." Comte is visibly shocked and is quiet for moment (MAN DOWN!!!!!!!!! VAMPIRE DOWN GET THE DEFIBRILATORS!!!!! LEONARDO PUT THAT LIGHTNING ROD AWAY I SWEAR TO GOD--) before he just replies with a “Is that so :>>>” And translating this nearly killed me [At the sight of his gentle smile, I smile back.] IM GOING TO SCREAM THEY ARE JUST SO TENDER IM SOFTE????????????

As they’re walking, Comte asks MC to tell him about weddings in her time. What were they like? He wants a reference point. She goes on to describe how ceremonies really range from formal to more informal affairs, and gets to a little custom that’s apparently held in Japan. When a groom intends to marry a bride, he will go to the bride’s family to ask for their approval. Comte visibly seems concerned about it, and I’m pretty sure he feels bad denying her that experience; not only did he propose to her without knowing any of that, her family isn’t within range to be able to honor it properly now. Even so, he keeps listening and comments now and again with a great deal of interest, paying close attention. He asks, what happens if the groom is rejected by the family? MC goes on to say that it’s a kind of test of perseverance: the groom is expected to ask/prove himself until he gets an answer in the affirmative. Internally, she notes that such a thing rarely ever happens irl--it’s mostly dramatized in movies and TV shows. She used to dream of how thrilling it might be to have someone do that for her, but it was mostly just a silly little fancy, nothing she was obsessed over. Comte, being a literal fucking legend, senses this emotional shift in milliseconds, and starts musing about something. When she tries to ask what’s up, he’s like not to worry leave everything to me.

PLEASE CUE THE CIRCUS MUSIC. BECAUSE THIS IS ABSOLUTELY GOING TO TURN INTO A CLOWN FEST.

So it cuts to them back home and Comte is asking Sebastian to give MC’s hand in marriage. Sebastian is utterly bEWILDERED and is like “I mean I understand I’m probably the closest relative she has right now but also WHAT!? YOU’RE MY BOSS/LORD I’M YOUR BUTLER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD”. Comte 100% is undaunted by this very normal reaction and insists that class/status has no place in matters like this, and Sebastian and MC are desperately trying to stop him from bowing his head/kneeling. MC notes she never expected him to take it to heart, tells him "Comte, you really don't have to go that far, it's a custom not a duty--" (IT’S SO FUCKING FUNNY????? YOU CAN FEEL THEIR MOUNTING CONCERN AND I CAN’T BELIEVE COMTE WAS STRAIGHT UP JUST “i am not above begging” AND THEY’RE LIKE YOU SHOULD BE YOU SHOULD BE ABOVE BEGGING)

The circus only escalates when Leo comes in LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF "damn...bahahahhahahaaaaa now THIS oughtta be good/interesting." MC (and I simultaneously) start yelling at him and he replies "What? Comte's already ready and willing, why stop him?" For whatever reason, this gives Comte an idea (NEVER A GOOD SIGN) and he’s like you know what? That’s actually perfect, get everybody in here I’m gonna ask them for permission too :D

Several things I want to say about this. 1. COMTE LITERALLY DOES NOT EVEN REACT TO LEO’S MOCKING HE JUST “omg ur face was useful for smth for once this gives me an idea” 2. META TIME. First and foremost, I seriously can’t deal. This man knows MC has nothing because of her traveling through time, no friends or family--he’s always so, so aware of what she’s sacrificing to be with him. It is never outside of his thinking. Not only does this decision solidify her presence as a member of their family (I’m just so UGLY SOBBING about the fact that he does not consider them all ANYTHING LESS--THEY ARE HIS CHIRREN AND HE LOVES THEM AND I’M SOFT) this is also such a brilliant, strategic move on his part. Not only is he doing this to fulfill her younger wishes of having someone be so confident in their love for her that they would insist on it in front of her family/loved ones--his doing this also solidifies her presence as his wife within the mansion from here on. There can be no mistake; this is an unquestionable statement as to how her identity has shifted in meaning, a powerful allusion to his possessive streak. (and WE LOVE THAT FOR US HELL YEAH)

Furthermore, I continue to be fascinated by the way he keeps subverting traditional or expected forms of supplication. While many could see this as a yielding of his pride (and in some ways he undeniably is) this choice to acknowledge her culture’s customs yields much more valuable dividends for him. 1. MC--notorious for never betraying the things she wants, having trouble asking for anything--is have her dreams fulfilled even if they were just silly little fantasies from when she was young. He’s actively making her happy, and he gets to openly gush about how much he loves her (FOR HIM THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF A WIN-WIN YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND--) 2. This is a way for him to make amends and do proper respect to the marriage customs of her place/time, and that’s infinitely important to him. He’s trying to set a precedent; that even if he ever does make a mistake or neglect something (even if accidental) he will do his utmost to make it right, pride and money be DAMNED.

While it can be argued that he’s just being silly and over-the-top, when you look closely this is 100% a clever, very mindful approach to their future. While it may partially have been executed on an emotional/excited whim, he is also claiming MC as his own in the most clear and respectful way possible. And tbh that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen

So, after Leo walks in on them everyone else starts filing in one at a time (OKAY YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME THAT THEY WEREN’T ALL HUDDLED UP TO THE DOOR SQUIRMING TO HEAR WHAT WAS GOING ON AND AT SOME POINT LEO SAID “omfg i gotta see this dumbass bitch on his knees” AND BLEW THEIR COVER/MADE THEM EVEN MORE CURIOUS):

Jeanne: "It's so noisy in here."

Mozart: "What's going on?"

Comte: "Ah, excellent timing. I want to get permission from everyone."

Vincent: "?????? Did you do something wrong Comte?? What could you possibly need forgiveness for?"

Isaac: "A mistake made/wrongdoing by Comte?...Why am I dreading what it could be..."

Dazai: “Ah yes, yes I see, you are asking for a young lady's hand in marriage” (IM WHEEZING BC EVERYONE ELSE IS SO LOST AND HE'S JUST 100% ON THE BALL KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT'S GOING ON THE NARRATIVE DISSONANCE IM CRYING)

Theo: Young lady??? The hell are you going on about

So things are getting increasingly chaotic and MC is just [jfc this is getting out of hand, Comte they don’t even know what you’re asking them to do]. She tries to explain but falters, and Comte puts an arm around her--signals that he’ll give them the context. So he tells them "You all know that our wedding day is approaching. As such, I'm asking you all for your approval in taking MC as my bride. No matter what happens, I promise to make her happy forever--for every moment, every second of our time together. Please, forgive my taking her" (WHEN I TELL YOU MY HEAD WAS IN MY HANDS IDK HOW MC DIDN’T DIE ON THE SPOT S I R. SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) MC: [...Comte...My heart melts at his confession, at his earnest plea. It feels like every single iota of our feelings are infused in every word he speaks, teeming with the love shared between us in overwhelming measure.]

For a little while silence falls until Napoleon speaks up, and honestly? It was so sweet ;-; I tear up every single time: “Forgiven. You know how much I dislike formalities anyway. And besides, who could say no to le Comte?” MC notes that everyone murmurs in agreement and a kind of warmth settles in the room. Arthur notes that MC will be a Comtesse very soon and MC just. I’m going to be a WHAT now (”C-c-comtesse??”). And it’s so FUCKING FUNNY YOU CAN FEEL THE RED EYE EDIT MEME ON COMTE WHEN HE GOES “Oh? Is there anything wrong with that? Everybody said yes, after all :>” MC internally accuses them of ganging up on her, but reveals that more than anything she’s a little overwhelmed by the outpouring of love in the best way:

MC: [Overwhelmed with feeling; touched, a little shy, embarrassed, but also full of joy--my eyes burn at the edges with tears] “I'm glad everyone approves c:”

Comte: Agreed :> your country/homeland has a nice custom. A v important step to inviting my loved one into my life as my wife :>>>>

So it then cuts to them in Comte’s room after the circus and MC thanks him for the sweet confession in front of everyone, tells him how happy it made her. He insists that it was only natural he would, and that it isn’t even enough.

Comte: “I am the one...your life, your time as a human being; I'll be taking all of it from you.”

MC: [...Comte? He took my hand with a very serious expression]

Comte: "As I said before, I will make you a vampire someday."

MC: “Don't call it that--a price. I want to live with you too!”

MC notes that while she hasn’t made the leap yet, she knows she’ll be ready for it soon enough.

Comte: “Thank you. But the last thing I want is to take things from you, I want to do everything I can to make you happy, to make you smile. Whether that means weddings, requests--anything in my power.”

COMTE REALLY SAID "she is entrusting me with her future and that means I have the responsibility of not only ascertaining her happiness, but proving my unwavering devotion to it" AND IM HOLLERING????? LADIES GET YOU A FUCKING MANS. MC finally begins to understand this, and she’s like OMFG is that why you went off so hard this afternoon???? And Comte’s like :>>>> guilty as charged, though I think I'm also just still excited about the wedding too, haha! They hug it out (YESSSSSSS LET ME H O L D) and MC asks him again if there’s anything he wants for the wedding too. Aight y’all I would be irresponsible if I didn’t warn you beforehand, get fucking tissues. I’m still upset abt his answer and I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. He thinks about it for a bit, before kissing her forehead and saying “I suppose, can you pray for my happiness too? That's enough."

AIGHT IMMA GO BACK TO THE EVENT IN A SECOND BUT I GOTTA SAY. BITCH. BITCH ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME????? COMTE THAT ISN’T OPTIONAL THAT’S A GOD DAMN PREREQUISITE?????????????????? OFC WE WISH FOR YOUR HAPPINESS WHAT THE FUCK??????????????? THE A U D A C I T Y. I’VE NEVER BEEN MORE INSULTED IN ALL MY LIFE. OKAY RANT OVER.

MC is surprised but naturally agrees to it, having wanted that for him even without prompting. She continues to think on it, insisting that she wants to do something for him too. An idea sparks but it only says that she made preparations without telling him anything for now, preparing a tangible sign of her love for the wedding.

The premium end begin here. She’s getting dressed for the wedding, and she’s--as usual--in awe of his perfect selection of accessories/jewelry to go with the gown. She’s about to put on her shoes when she notices something odd, and there’s a knock at the door. Comte enters to ask if she’s ready, and they both freeze and stare at each other. They both sheepishly admit to being completely taken with the sight of the other, and they laugh about it together. Comte tries to ask if she’s ready again, and she assures him that she is--just that she found something unexpected in her shoes.

He explains that the coin is an English six pence. Sebastian told him that they are no longer made in her time, and Comte explains he acquired it about three hundred years ago in England when he was living there (he says that he kept it back then because he liked the design on it). He explains that there is a tradition, that the English would put a six pence in a bride’s left shoe in the hopes of wishing her good fortune and prosperity in her oncoming union. MC has her understandable and customary (JESUS I FORGET HOW OLD THIS MAN IS SOMETIMES) and he places a hand over hers that’s holding the coin when she starts staring at it.

Comte: "Hey, MC....Time goes by, and various things will continue to change. Among them, it is only vampires who survive without dying or changing."

MC: "Comte..."

Comte: "I used to think that made it--made us--empty. But...I don't think that's the case anymore. I'm proud of being able to keep this undying, unchanging love for you."

[He put the coin back in my left shoe, and offered them to me--gentle as though they were made of glass(Cinderella's)]

MC spends this exchange on the verge of tears, but keeps it together for the wedding. It depicts their loved ones all around them as they walk down the aisle, and skips to the end of the ceremony. The priest tells Comte he may now kiss the bride (WHEN I WAS TRANSLATING IT SAID “KISS YOUR BUSINESS” AND WHEN I TELL YOU I WHEEZED), but just as he’s about to lift her veil--she stops him in his tracks. He’s confused, and says her name, but she reassures him that she just wants to offer him a wedding gift before he lifts it. Hidden in her bouquet are two pins that she had made, and she pins them to his jacket. They were made from preserved flowers, encased in metal to render them undying/everlasting.

MC: [Me too...I want to wish for your happiness...]

MC: “For you, things might feel fleeting--like they just pass you by, are lost before you can grasp them. But even so, my feelings won't change; just like this preserved/undying flower and the life of a vampire--dedicated to [Comte's real name] in everlasting love."

COMTE.EXE HAS CURRENTLY SHUTDOWN. REBOOTING.

MC notes that his eyes get misty and he leans his forehead against hers.

MC: [Comte's real name]?

Comte: .................I want to hug you as tight as I possibly can, but I'd hate to ruin the flowers/your gift to me

BITCH WHEN I TELL YOU I SOBBED. WHEN I TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1. I CANT GET OVER THE FACT THAT HER GIFT IS NOT ONLY CANON BUT ITS LITERALLY ON HIS WEDDING SPRITE, HER LOVE IS A VISIBLE MANIFESTATION ON HIS PERSON ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2. THE FACT THAT SHE ONLY ADMITS TO BEING THE HAPPIEST SHE CAN BE WHEN SHE SEES HIM SO HAPPY TOO. THIS IS SO MUCH. SO M U C H

And so Comte lifts her veil and kisses her gently uwu cover ur eyes chirren, the hall erupts in raucous applause and the crowd starts congratulating them!! Comte then encourages everyone to have fun, and the reception takes on the vibe of a kind of social gathering. MC notes that he seems to prefer this level of interaction, just relaxed and everyone chill, and she turns to tell him that it seems like it’ll be fun! Before she can finish her sentence, he kisses her fiercely before leaning back with a sigh, "It's still not enough, but I'll save the rest for later tonight." BITCH!!?!?!??!??!? HOW THE FUCK CAN ANYONE FOCUS ON A STUPID PARTY WHEN YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT, HELLO???????MC notes: [Everyone from the mansion that saw the kiss made fun of me endlessly, and I hid my face in my bouquet] SAVE HER. Once again, it skips to the end of the reception and they’re now in Comte’s room. (I will blink twice if I think you need tissues BLINKS TWICE)

Comte: "Yup, perfect." [He places the flower pins I gave him next to THE hourglass in the room, looking pleased HNGNNGNGNNGGNGN MY EYE HOLES ARE SUFFERING

MC: "I'm glad you liked the gift c:"

Comte: "It is proof of your unchanging love, of course I cherish it :>"

She’s just so happy to see him so delighted with it. He asks how she liked the ceremony, and she gushes about how much she loved it. He hugs her (AWWWWWWWWWWWW) and then he notes that while it was fun to celebrate, all he wants now is time with his wife (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA). He starts kissing her like the world is ending, and she says she needs to get changed--but he doesn’t care, says she’s fine as she is and that he wants her right now.

Aight usually I don’t get into epilogue territory, but honestly, this shit was JUST too good. Now this man made of magic asks MC if she’s wearing her bridal garter (you know, the one that usually comes with the whole bride ensemble in Western tradition). And she’s like ???? Uh, yeah, of course? Why... He says that he saw something interesting at a friend’s wedding reception once upon a time, and explains that the garter is usually removed and thrown to the bachelors (analogous to the bride’s throwing her bouquet, and whoever catches it will be the next to get married). PLEASE NOTE HE IS KISSING HER FOR LIKE 90% OF THIS IT’S AMAZING

MC: "So it's like the bouquet toss?"

Comte: "Yes. Now then, how did he remove the garter...?”

HE DUCKS DOWN AND SHE’S LIKE COMTE!?!?

Comte: “...Ah yes, the groom removes it with his teeth >:D”

And so this man HAS THE TIME OF HIS LIFE tugging it down slowly under her dress, caressing her legs and loving every part of her. MC’s face is on fire, and she’s torn between being turned on and embarrassed. Eventually he reappears after teasing her MERCILESSLY and admits that he didn’t do it at the reception because he didn’t want anyone else to see her reaction. Blushing, shy, desirous--all of these feelings are his to keep and enjoy. (I!!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!!!! HOW SUBTLY POSSESSIVE HE IS AAAAAAAAAA) MC notes internally that she feels the same way about him, how he only shows this intensely passionate side to her. Comte is uncharacteristically impatient and frenzied that night, and they both go at it.

It skips to midnight where the two are cuddling in the aftermath, just being cute and happy. Comte, the absolute MADLAD is already thinking about how to celebrate next year--and she just giggles at him (he’s a wackadoo but he’s her wackadoo LMFAO MOOD) and he laughs with her. They essentially swear to promise their love over and over in the future, and it just ends on that wholesome note :>>>

Also can I just. The fact that he lived for so long alone, but was always, always paying attention to all of these little things that are done with a person’s loved one ;-; that he would remember his friend doing that at his wedding and be like BROOOOO I WANNA DO THAT IF I EVER GET MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!! I just. It’s so heartbreaking and touching at the same time, I just want to hold him forever ;-; the fact that he doesn’t seem to worry as much about his own happiness, seems absolutely floored that MC would do anything in return. I JUST LOVE HIM WITH EVERYTHING INSIDE OF ME

THIS IS WHAT PEAK PERFORMANCE LOOKS LIKE

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp spoilers #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp wedding event #NOW I CAN REST IN PIECES O-<--<#today on: reasons why i would die for comte no.347 #will i ever stop? no #do i have a problem? probably #but i have a tumblr account and the ability to write and i am making that everyone else's problem fdkjlhgfdjkh #but i hope you enjoyed my rambles!!!#you're always welcome here friend! :D #tho yall story time #when he asked abt the garter i started SCREECHING bc i knew EXACTLY where it was going #in middle school i saw a guy do it once at a wedding but i didnt know what the sex^TM was so i didnt think anything of it #i was like haha weird wedding tradition go brrrr why is everyone whistling #and when i was reading i just immediately was sent back and i was like OMFG HE'S GONNA DO IT ISN'T HE THE WILD MAN #but honestly i cant get over how romantic comte is #he has no necessity to enact all these little rituals--i dont really know if he even believes in any kind of religion at all #(i dont think he does honestly but he never speaks to it directly)#but the thought of sharing that with her #of doing those things to make her happy and express his feelings #it makes me so very softe #i dont even believe in all of those wonderful things and yet he makes me want to humor that kind of belief #also idk why the cuts arent working properly on the tumbles i apologize in advance im trying to figure out why

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what would happen in your ideal HBO version of korra?

oh yeah well one zutara had a fraught years-long emotional affair which, along with suki’s abrupt death, followed by sokka’s, fractured the gaang irreparably, which is why they all stopped talking by the time lok starts/why toph lost her faith in humanity etc. mako joins the cops desperate to go straight and take care of his little brother for real, legitimately, become a tax payer, but bolin gets seduced by stardom and cocaine and mako’s life spirals out of control trying to chase him down, becoming more obsessive, paranoid, and confused about his class and ethnic identities. bolin and varrick end up on the side of the fascist dictatorship etc, working on the bomb and both knowing they need to get out but being in too deep to even begin to make that move. meanwhile asami is a fucking snake who initially is actually a straight up antagonist and who's given more thematic weight as Daughter of Capitalism and the way this interacts with indigenous Korra’s attraction to her, money embodied, etc.

Korra’s thing focuses more around her opening the spirit world up to the city and it ends up being like, the worst possible fucking decision, because postindustrial human society is hurtling forward at light speed and the answer to the central question -- can we return from this? go back to our roots? -- is, uh. a resounding no. while shes dealing with this (trying to balance the old and new worlds and failing) she learns more and more about aang the man shes only seen in dreams and statues. we find out his knowledge of his shortened lifespan drove him to obsession with achieving as much good for humanity as he could, which ended up, uh. not well. flashbacks to him and zuko fighting over republic city’s infrastructure But What They’re Really Fighting About Is Katara and how aang’s abandoned the southern water tribe, fire nation, earth kingdom etc in the interests of making his city upon a hill a reality before his time runs out.

anyway bolin and varrick escape taking the bomb stuff w them but as the international situation worsens the president dies or something and the beifongs are the ones with the finger on the button. with questionable intel that kuvira’s forces have recreated the bomb, suyin makes the call. kuvira’s army is wiped out. so is that whole part of the earth kingdom where Mako and Bolin’s family lives. so is suyins son. korra is too late to stop it/challenge kuvira to another one on one or something. decimated, she asks asami if she wants to go somewhere just the two of them and they leave republic city. wasteland baby

#what do you mean it sounds like me and liz have talked about this at length

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Wreck My Plans, That’s My Man

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Zatanna settles down behind a long line of old white sheet covered furniture, she’s quiet and completely unseen since she arrived thanks to a bit of cloaking magic. Behind her a slick dressed pack of skin suited demons are gathered with hellhounds at their side. They’re meeting to discuss another apocalypse world domination attempt, because yeah they have meetings for those.

She’d caught wind of the gathering through a few of her more unsavory informants in the magic underworld and knew that she could put a quick easy stop to whatever apocalypse they were planning before it became an all out, Metropolis and Gotham both instantly on fire, heroes up type of affair.

She’d called around for some backup to no avail, but that’s okay. She can handle this on her own, the backup was just a worst case scenario situation, which considering how this pack of demons are at each other’s throats about which apocalyptic method works best there won’t be a worst case scenario tonight.

She’s more than strong enough to handle this on her own and she’s got a damn good, and damn simple plan to finish this up without the demons ever even knowing she was there. A couple quick and quiet spells, a big dramatic show of force and all these fools and their little dogs too will be sent back to hell where they crawled up from.

She loosens her black tie a bit and rolls her wrists before putting her hands to the ground already feeling the ever strong current of power at her fingertips begging to be let loose. She opens her mouth just about to let the first of her backwards words slip from her dark wine painted lips when she catches sight of him, trench coat flowing behind him as he makes his entrance. His completely unplanned entrance.

“Hey, there demons, it’s me ya boy,” Constantine announces loudly his accent booming across the empty space of this old abandoned house.

The demons and their hellhounds all turn their attention his way, standing up and taking fighting stances immediately.

“Shit,” she says under her breath dropping her head to her knees. Of course he shows up in this moment, of course he checks his voicemail for once, of course he’s here about to make this a whole mess it didn’t have to be because she had a plan.

They work together well, better than well on most days, but when he shows up unannounced and without warning it’s always bound to be a messier battle than it has to be. When this is over, she’s going to kill him.

Her quiet curse catches the attention of one of the hellhounds its head tilting her way as the others stay focused on John. And just like that any semblance of her plan going off without a hitch bursts into flames.

She moves into a crouch as soon as the hellhound charges towards her and drops the cloaking spell while placing a hand to the ground.

“Kcab ot ruoy hsilleh esuohgod dab yob,” she says and a crack in the ground starts to form beneath the creature’s feet. It loses it’s footing as the crack widens smoke and just a whiff of fire and brimstone curling around its feet and pulling it under with a loud yelp. She stands to her full height and now the rooms attention is on her.

“Hey, luv,” John says waving at her from across the room bright orange flames curling around his hands as he does. “Got your call.”

Zatanna grumbles focusing on the five demons and four hellhounds before her.

“So, I was gonna do this the easy way, but the hard way is the only option now it seems,” she says looking at them all with a smirk before gathering her power into her core lamenting internally how this could have been over and done with in mere moments.

She jumps over the back of the furniture to come face to face with the first of her opponents as John does the same on the other side of the room. Another one of the demons attacks her from the side bringing its hellhound along with nipping at her heels.

She shouts backwards magic sending waves of safe fire and bursts of knock outs their way as she glides on air literally. One of the demons flings her back, but she’s quick with her words creating a cushion on the wall that she bounces back from and lands on her feet with panther like grace using the spell that sent the first hellhound back to the doghouse once again. The demons watch in anger as their pups are pulled under.

She rushes them the magic literally sparking in her eyes. Out of the corner she catches John throwing flames at the three coming his way, two unconscious hellhounds laying at his feet.

“Don’t forget there’s still people in there, Constantine,” she shouts as she dodges a punch from one of hers and lands her elbow in his throat.

“I know, babe,” he says as he tumbles backwards taking a punch to the gut. She focuses back on her task at hand knocking the second demon down with a hard kick to the shin. She focuses her energy down and floats back up just out of their reach before gripping them both around the torso with magic and bringing them with her.

“Esaealer eseht snamuh dna og eht kcuf emoh,” she yells tightening her magic on them just enough. Their heads move violently back and forth and for a moment she’s scared that they’re going to go full Linda Blair, but just like that they settle, their mouths opening wide and the black essence of the demon floating up into the air and then down into the cracks still in the ground.

Black goo seeps from their eyes as she gently lays the humans on the floor, she checks their pulses assuring they’re alive and well, which they are, before turning her attention to John. He’s cornered by his three, a bruise already forming around his left eye.

The two hellhounds he’d knocked out stir, one lifting its head up blinking slowly and for a second it looks almost just like an actual dog. She shakes her head not letting herself be phased by thinking a hellhound looks kinda cute when it’s waking up and lifts her hands dragging the pair of pups over the cracks in the ground where they’re siblings have gone giving them the same treatment.

A burst of flames swish past her busting the window behind her which turns her attention back to John who’s literally hand to hand fighting three demons like it’s a bar brawl. She rolls her eyes heading his way as she calls her magic up to her fingers again wrapping it around the throats of two of the demons tight enough to get their attention, but not so tight she hurts the people these demons are borrowing and leaving John to the final one.

She yanks them back tossing them into the same cushioned wall she’d landed herself into before.

“Didn’t you hear what I said to your friends?” she says calmly, pinning them in place. “Kcuf ffo ot erehw ouy emac morf.” She does a complicated move with her hands as she says the words and watches as they convulse and exit through the cracks in the ground just like their friends had.

She walks over to check their pulses as well, breathing out a sigh of relief when she finds them, behind her she hears the familiar Latin words of a banishment spell falling from John’s lips followed by a scream and a thud as the body of the person the demon had taken over drops to the ground.

“Ouch,” John says as he stands and she turns watching him limp a little over to check the last one’s pulse. “This one’s alive,” he says as he shakes out his leg and comes to her side.

She sighs in relief as she says a small spell under her breath gently floating the five men to a nearby covered couch and laying them all on it. She walks over behind them waving her fingers over each of their heads.

“Ekaw htiw on seiromem fo tahw deneppah ot uoy, dna peels ysae for eht tser fo ruoy sthgin,” she whispers as sparkles of bright blue and purple magic fall onto them. She gestures around the room making empty bottles of liquor and crushed cans of beer appear to sell a story to them all when they awaken.

They all start to stir and Zatanna gestures towards the door indicating for her and John to leave, she’s satisfied they’ll be okay just a little groggy and believing they’d had a few too many in an empty house and lost track of everything. These guys will be confused enough even with her spell, the last thing they need is to wake up wondering who the beat up guy in the trench coat and eyeliner and the chick in fishnets are.

By the time they get on the sidewalk, she hears the sounds of ambulance sirens heading their way, likely one of the guys waking and calling for it first thing just in case.

Zatanna stops at a street corner waiting for John to catch up. She looks down at her maroon button up shirt and sighs when she spots a rip in it.

“Hctits siht pu,” she says waving her hand over the tear. She looks down at the rest of her outfit, her jacket and high waisted black shorts with the shiny silver lines running up the sides are all intact, but damn if there’s not a long tear in the side of her fishnets. Sometimes she thinks she should find out if there’s some sort of fishnet weekly delivery service with the way she goes through them. She should definitely at least buy stock in the fishnet stocking industry if nothing else.

“Good thing I showed up for backup huh,” John says when he reaches her. He’s already reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes, his black nail polish is chipped, there’s a cut on his cheek and the bruise under his eye is blooming even brighter already.

She scoffs, knowing the whole thing would have resulted in zero injuries and ripped shirts if she’d just gotten to do her own plan.

“The one time you check your voicemail, the one time!” Zatanna shouts frustrated.

“I check my voicemail all the time,” John defends, knowing he’s an absolute liar.

“Bullshit, you either answer on the first ring or pop up in my bedroom a week later with demons on your tail, you have no in between,” she huffs stomping off away from him.

She’s not necessarily too tired to make a portal home to her apartment, but frankly Zee needs the air to feel a little less like killing John. She couldn’t just have an unreliable boyfriend who doesn’t show up. She knows that sounds insane, but it’s where she’s at in the moment.

“I had a plan, John, a foolproof plan, in and out in five minutes tops, not a scratch,” she says walking just fast enough he can’t quite catch up to her.

“You needed help,” he argues trailing behind her. She hears the flicking of a lighter as he talks.

“I needed backup, just in case, quiet backup to be on my side if needed. You didn’t answer so I figured out a plan that didn’t require backup. You pulling up shouting ‘it’s me ya boy’ did not help that plan,” she huffs and picks up her pace a little more. John grumbles and sighs in defeat trailing behind her quietly smoking.

He knows her well enough to not try and argue right now which she appreciates.

***

Nearly thirty minutes later they’re walking down the street headed towards Zatanna’s apartment, an apartment he’s hoping he’s going to be allowed to enter with how annoyed she is with him in the moment.

They’re walking in total silence that doesn’t necessarily feel awkward but there’s definitely tension in the air. Zatanna slows a bit as she comes closer and closer to her place, he’ll never cease to be amazed at how those chunky heels she favors don’t slow her down more often. She pauses in front of a store leaning her hand out on the window as she lifts a leg and twists her ankle around in relief. She gives the same treatment to her other foot before glancing up and catching John’s eye in the reflection of the glass.

“Zee are you still mad?” John asks hesitantly stepping up behind her.

“Do you think that voodoo doll looks enough like you to work?” she says without missing a beat gesturing towards the small blonde voodoo doll in the occult shop window she’s stopped in front of. He’d laugh at the joke if he wasn’t also a little bit scared. He loves a very powerful woman who’s kind and gentle, but also doesn’t mess around. Just ask the hellhounds and demons from tonight.

“Look, I’m sorry alright, truly,” he says squeezing his way between her and the glass. “I didn’t mean to mess up your plan, not that I knew you had one.”

She gives him a warning look and he backtracks.

“Not that that is any way the point,” he says with an apologetic smile and her face softens just a bit. “I’m sorry that I made a scene and didn’t just support whatever you had planned, that’s on me.”

Zatanna takes a deep breath releasing it slowly before biting her lip in thought. He holds back the smile he wants to let out, knowing that look is the look of her just about to forgive him. She huffs taking her hands out of the pockets of her leather jacket and reaches out her fingers trailing along the cut of his jaw. She whispers a few words under her breath as he feels the tingles of her magic, comfortable and familiar, crawl across his skin. He feels his cut stitch itself together and the ache of his bruise disappearing.

“You’re forgiven I suppose,” she says dropping her hand when her work is done and sighs tossing the long French braid her hair is in over her shoulder. “You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t cause a scene every now and again.” He smirks reaching out and cupping her face in his hands. He places a light kiss on her nose that she scrunches her face up at, but smiles just a bit.

“You love that about me,” he says with a chuckle.

Zatanna rolls her eyes, “The show woman in me occasionally enjoys your ability to cause theatrics, I wouldn’t necessarily call that love for it though.”

“Me thinks, the lady doth protest too much,” he says and Zatanna groans.

“Okay, that’s enough of that, let’s go home,” she says stepping away from him. She threads their fingers together this time and pulls him along. “I need a long hot bath and if you keep groveling a bit more I might just let you join.”

John perks up at that. Just a few steps after that they stop as they reach the front door of her building and she uses her magic to unlock it her keys lost a long time ago.

“Oh I can grovel, I can get on my knees and everything if you like,” he says wiggling his eyebrows as she looks to the side at him.

“I hope that’s a promise,” she says with a smirk of her own winking at him as she pulls him along up the stairs.

He practically falls over as they tumble up the stairs and somewhere in the back of his mind though he doesn’t have a clue why he deserves it he knows she’ll happily let him ruin every plan she makes as long as he shows up eventually, and as long as he grovels just the right amount afterwards. He’s happy to do just that.

#my fic #johnzee #john constantine #zatanna zatara

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QTVW Chapter 21

Showbiz* Sexy Queen (VIII)

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After this incident, Bai Jieying's gaze on Mei Mu Lan took on a vague disdain and condescending arrogance, and she was smart enough not to confront the crew with this attitude, but to specifically target Mei Mu Lan.

And after recalling the memories of the original owner, Mei Mu Lan found that this kind of contentious situation was actually the form of daily life between the original owner and Bai Jieying. After analyzing the Bai Jieying in her memories and the eyes of Bai Jieying now, she compared them and came to the conclusion that the eyes and expressions of Bai Jieying's original owner and the Bai Jieying after crossing over were exactly the same when she looked at Mei Mu Lan.

In this way, it seems likely that the traveler in front of her has obtained all the memories of the original Bai Jieying. Now, Mei Mu Lan and her situation are completely similar, both have lived in real life and both know the plot, and most importantly, they both have memories of the original owner who crossed over.

And the only difference is that the informed part of the plot is different.

Mei Mu Lan is right here in the plot, in a dominant position, but in other areas, the two are actually evenly matched.

Thinking of this, Mei Mu Lan would glare back with the same glare when she encountered Bai Jieying glaring at her again, and this behaviour of hers completely reassured Bai Jieying, dispelling the idea that this Mei Mu Lan in front of her was also a traveler.

And when Bai Jieying went to the director's side for her second audition, Mei Mu Lan secretly made a plan in her mind: next she had to spend a long time to observe this traveler's behavior, and the current image of Bai Jieying in the cast was all finely crafted and acted out, not real.

Then in order to see what she was really like, she had to get into Bai Jieying's daily life in order to do so.

When Mei Mu Lan thought of this, she decided to move out of Aunt Wen's house and go back to the Mei family for a while to see how she acted in her daily life and how she behaved in private, and once she was familiar with Bai Jieying's style and behaviour, she could plan for her subsequent task of "solving the travelers".

So, Mei Mu Lan waited until the day's filming was finished, then she immediately said goodbye to Ling Yi Yao and ''made out'', then drove back to Aunt Wen's villa. By the time she got home, Aunt Wen was not at home because she had a design job and had gone abroad to get some experience, so after thinking about it, Mei Mu Lan left a note which said,

“Aunt Wen, I've been out for so many years and I understand somewhat what my father did, so I'm going to move back in with the Mei family for a while and thank you for taking care of me, all these years!”

After writing it, she read it out a few times and found it to be quite fluent, so she left the note on the dining room table, turned to her room, packed her few bags and left the Wen family home.

Mei Mu Lan followed the route she remembered and drove back to the Mei family mansion in the wealthy residential area of the Second Ring Road.

Because the Mei family is a family of scholars that has been passed down for hundreds of years, the Mei family's mansion, which maintains the style of hundreds of years ago, is the modern well-known courtyard, in the modern world, such a set of courtyard, in the outside world can be sold for hundreds of millions of dollars, but this is really nothing for the Mei family.

The Mei family's family ethos pushes the boundaries of money and dirt, and the Mei family's family wealth ranks among the best in the world.

Mei Mu Lan drove back outside the Mei family home, she walked inside the old mansion and as far as the eye could see there were flower pots, water tanks, recliners…… and other furniture, all of which are relics of hundreds of years old, is an expression of the cultural heritage of the Mei family.

Mei Mu Lan casually swept a glance, and then saw that a middle-aged man wearing a Republican tunic greeted her, with a warm and kind smile on his face, the whole person gave people a feeling of a gentleman as gentle as jade.

He took the luggage from Mei Mu Lan and handed it to the maid who was waiting with his head down, then called out affectionately,

“Missy, you're back at last.”

Mei Mu Lan knew from memory that this man was the butler of the Mei family, the child of a friend of Grandpa Tai, and had been given the surname Mei after being brought back to the Mei family by Grandpa Tai when he was three years old.

He grew up in the house of Mei and was always brought up by the great lord of the Mei family. Although he was called a butler, his status was not that of a servant, but that of one of the rulers of the Mei family, managing the internal affairs of the house as well as some of the external affairs, a man of great means, loyal and intelligent.

He has a high status in the Mei family and most of the Mei family are close to him. Even Mei Mu Lan's father, who was the current head of the Mei family, would adopt a slightly friendly attitude when facing him.

When Mei Mu Lan thought of this, she lowered her eyebrows and smiled slightly poutingly,

“Butler Mei, it's been a long time, you're still as handsome as ever.”

The smile on Butler Mei's face deepened a little as he said,

“Miss, I am relieved to see you in such good spirits. No matter what happens at the Master's place, you will always be the Mei family's Miss in my heart, and as for that one and her daughter, you need not bother at all.”

Mei Mu Lan heard his concern for herself in his words, and she was moved to say,

“Thank you butler, I understand, I just want to go home for a while, no matter what, I am my father's own daughter, before I did not know what to do, and made my father and butler worry about me.”

With a relieved smile, Butler Mei said,

“It's good that you've figured it out. There's nothing in life that you can't get through. All external things are false, only blood is real. Now, I have ordered your room to be taken care of, you are tired today, go and rest, I will order someone to call you at dinner time.”

“Thank you, butler. I'll go to my room.”

After bidding farewell to the butler, Mei Mu Lan went back to the original owner's room.

When she opened the door, she saw a literary and elegant room, which was decorated with a combination of Chinese and foreign elements, which matched her imagination of a woman's bedroom from a scholarly family, whereas the original owner's room at Aunt Wen's house was filled with Ling Yi Yao's photos and dolls, which made Mei Mu Lan's heart feel creepy, but for the sake of the mission, she had to maintain this style, which was really depressing.

And this time, finally, she could stay in a normal room, whatever the purpose of going home this time, at least she slept much better and was sure that she could sleep well for the next while.

When she thinks of the original owner, she can't help but think of Ling Yi Yao. She is now numb to her "obsessed" state and as soon as she sees Ling Yi Yao, her whole being will automatically switch to another channel.

Fortunately, the villain this time, Ling Yi Yao, although ruthless and with blood on her hands, is a very nice person to be around when she is in normal society.

In the face of her own obsessions in and out of the film, she has not even expressed her displeasure verbally, which makes Mei Mu Lan often exclaim that the villain is really well brought up. If it were up to me, I would have taken such a character to the ends of the earth.

And Ling Yi Yao now, apart from a vague, emotionally unstable expression on her face as soon as she saw her, there was nothing else on her face, which reassured Mei Mu Lan and made her even more aggressive at the same time.

I feel like I've suddenly gone feckless, and it's definitely the fault of the cannon fodder girl!

When Bai Jieying returned to the house in the evening at the time the Mei family had set for dinner, she saw Mei Mu Lan sitting on the sofa, sipping tea in a dignified manner, and then gave her usual snide remarks, it was only when her mother made a glib remark to stop her that she skipped away and walked over to her mother and sat down affectionately.

Mei Mu Lan watched coldly, this Bai Jieying was gentle and kind on the set, pouting and half-angry at home, and in front of her stepmother, she was like a real child, chattering about what had happened on the set today.

Her mother learned from her that she and Mei Mu Lan were filming in the same production, so she glanced at Mei Mu Lan from top to bottom.

In a lighter tone, she said,

“Mu Lan, you are from a scholarly family, the family style of your Mei family is to despise the lowest class such as opera singers, if your father finds out about your acting, he will definitely be angry, so think again, change your job, I remember that you sang Peking Opera very well before, you can continue to go into that profession, it is after all something your mother taught you, it is always bad to leave it behind.”

Mui Mu Lan, with her long, narrow eyes, said with the aura of a Peking opera, singing and chanting in a long, short voice,

“You know, I don't know what this lady is to me. What does the affairs of our Mei family have to do with you, a second-married woman? You claim to be a member of the Mei family, but in the olden days, you would not have been worthy to carry the shoes of a Mei family servant.

You think that just because you have my father's help, you can really do whatever you want. The Mei family has been passed down for a hundred years, and although my father is the patriarch, he has less resources at his disposal. And who are you to talk to me like that? I have a good temper, otherwise I would have asked someone to slap your mouth!”

Her stepmother's brain ached with anger at her sharp, eloquent tongue, and she trembled, raising her hand and pointing, unable to say a word.

And Bai Jieying, at this moment, had a weird smile on her face, looking straight at Mei Mu Lan without saying a word.

Mei Mu Lan put down her cup of tea in bemusement, then said to Mei's butler who was beside her, watching the show as an invisible person,

“I'm also the recognized next head of the Mei family, so if I don't show them what I'm made of, they'll think I'm a paperweight.”

With that, she stood up, glanced scornfully at the two women with different faces, tilted her head proudly, and turned to leave.

In the days that followed, Mei Mu Lan went to the film set during the day and flirted with Ling Yi Yao; at night, she returned to the Mei family to anger her stepmother, and lived a very happy life.

Although she and Bai Jieying live under the same roof and work on the same set, they are never together, always staggering their time and appearing one after the other in full view of others. This also made the crew aware of the fact that the two sisters were not on good terms.

Even so, Mei Mu Lan's concern for Bai Jieying did not diminish by half.

She was following the movements of Bai Jieying every moment, and she found that Bai Jieying was now a queen of all changes, her acting skills were perfect, in life, in acting, in and out of film, and she was showing her superb acting skills all the time.

While watching Bai Jieying act, Mei Mu Lan secretly instructed the detective to continue filming and tracking Bai Jieying's whereabouts.

She put it all together and waited for the day when it would come in handy.

Three months later, the crew of 《The Burial Man》had completed all the indoor filming and it was time to shoot outdoors.

After much deliberation, the director decided to head immediately to the Kunlun Mountains for a real outdoor shooting.

#shypotato #yuri #transmigration #world hopping #QTVW21

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saywhen · 3 years

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muses by doc under the cut!!!

TOM ‘ICEMAN’ KAZANSKY; TOP GUN

perfectionist navy pilot, winner of top gun 1986, will write him from teen to present day as admiral and chief naval officer of the entire us navy

JOHN HENRY ‘DOC’ HOLLIDAY; TOMBSTONE

former dentist, has tuberculosis, currently a gambling man who moves from town to town making money and sometimes, when the need arises, murderer, *shrugs*

NICK RIVERS; TOP SECRET

international heartthrob edgy rock ‘n’ roller. think elvis but spoofed.

LUKE McKENNA; OC - FARENHEIT 451

after beatty burns montag alive bc he mad af, beatty gets removed from his post and mckenna comes in to replace him as captain. (i utilize val kilmer in spartan as the fc).

LIAM ANDERSON; OC - TAYLOR SWIFT’S ‘WILDEST DREAMS’

hot headed actor in his prime filming a movie in africa and ready for an intensely passionate affair with his co-star oOP

MASTER GUNNERY SGT BOBBY SCOTT; SPARTAN

he is a no nonsense, unquestioning his orders marine to his very own death. once he has a mission, literally nothing will stop him from completing it. he suffers from PTSD and is covered in scars from head to toe. he has night terrors from the PTSD and as such, does not allow himself to sleep often. he runs on caffeine and spite.

JOHN HOLMES, AKA JOHNNY WADD, PORNSTAR; WONDERLAND

addicted to drugs and an adult film legend w/a 14 inch... you know...

BRUCE WAYNE AKA BATMAN

burton verse obvs

RAY LEVOI; THUNDERHEART

former fbi agent, part cherokee who is just trying to discover his ancestor’s roots and spirit

SIMON TEMPLAR; THE SAINT

orphan, thief for hire, master of disguises, he has no idea who he really is

MADMARTIGAN; WILLOW

expert swordsman who lost a random, very important baby to a hawk. it’s a long story.

CHRIS KNIGHT; REAL GENIUS

actual genius, party god, avid slipper collector. college senior or college professor (verse dependent), twin brother of montgomery knight.

MONTGOMERY KNIGHT; THE ISLAND OF DR MOREAU (1996)

former neurosurgeon, has become more of a vet these days on the island of dr. moreau where there are genetic experiments on animals. twin brother of chris knight.

JAMES T. DAVIS AKA JOKER; FULL METAL JACKET

recast of joker to kilmer bc i do what i want

BEN AINSLEY; OC

his family is from old, old money and he uses that to book up time on hunter reserves in africa so actual hunters can’t hunt. he hates hunting and has never killed an animal. instead, on his trips, he explores the reserves.

WAR; SUPERNATURAL BASED RECAST OF ONE OF THE FOUR HORSEMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE

on a red motorcycle... he’s comin for you!!!

CASTIEL; SUPERNATURAL RECAST

to val kilmer because again, i do what i want

LUCAS MATSSON; OC

lucas is a history professor at a large university. his favorite things are egyptian and nordic lore. he has originals and replicas of armor, royal garbs, and weaponry for every period of world history. single ship with thxwxlf.

ROBBY GALLAGHER; RED PLANET

with three ex-wives and an elvis obsession, robby was chosen to be the first group of astronauts to colonize mars after the introduction of algae to mars in 2025.

KING PHILIP; ALEXANDER

king of macedonia. drunk. asshole. father of a bastard.

WILLIAM ‘SPOOKY’ MCPHERSON; CONSPIRACY (2008)

marine with horrific ptsd that he tries to chase away with drugs and alcohol to no avail. shell of who he used to be.

CHRIS SHIHERLIS; HEAT

caught up in the mob life. now on the run.

DR. NICHOLAS PINTER; DOUBLE IDENTITY

doctor without borders physician, framed, blackmailed, untrusting.

JOHN SMITH; FELON

after his wife and daughter were rxped and murdered, he found their bodies and a reckoning happened. approx. 17 people were murdered which included the two men that did it and their entire families. he has no regrets about it.

JOE MANDITSKI; KILL THE IRISHMAN

cleveland pd detective who is Tired™ and desperate to bring the mob down in his city

PAUL PRYZWARRA; DEJA VU

tired TM fbi agent. divorced. works WAY too much.

JAKE HARRIS; MINDHUNTERS

fbi instructor at quantico. thinks outside the box. loves cake.

MARK CORNELL; HARD CASH

corrupt fbi agent working to launder money with the local mob.

TOM VAN ALLEN / DANNY PARKER / JIMMY FINN; THE SALTON SEA

after tom’s wife was murdered, he became danny and seemed to be spiraling into drugs and alcohol, but it was all a well-thought-out ruse to bring down the two corrupt law enforcement officers who were responsible for his wife’s death. after he got his revenge ten-fold, he became jimmy and moved away from the salton sea. you can find him anywhere but california.

MOSES; THE TEN COMMANDMENTS MUSICAL/PRINCE OF EGYPT

the actual moses. i do not rp with animated fcs or use one and i will be using val kilmer as the fc and not accepting discourse on this matter. he did an amazing portrayal. my decision is final. ope

#muses #muse list #ooc

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (9)

Chapter 9: His Ward | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

A/N: Hi guys, I’m really sorry for taking so long to post! I’m going through something and it’s taking quite a toll on my emotional health. I can’t brush it off that easily of course, but I’m trying my best to not let it devour me and ruin my routines and habits entirely. I still try to write, but my breakdown episodes are taking too much of my time during the day and I hate for just deciding to sleeping it off—though, it actually helps, plus a good cry. I’m sorry for rambling like this, but I’m not in slump just yet and I hope this situation of mine isn’t gonna drag me into one. I hope you all have been liking the story, if you do, I super duper appreciate it as always! Also, I’ll get back on the tag games you guys have put me in as well! They look super fun!

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Chapters: Prelude – 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 | Previous: Part 7 | Next: Part 10 | Masterlist

10 of ?

You are weak…

Incompetent…

Incapable of taking care of a child, what more if two?

An ominous, heavy voice burdened these words to Owen. The man felt paralyzed in his own bed. His knees and elbows locked in place, his calves and arms frozen stiff, and his lungs tight and narrow. He had hoped Beru would be woken up by his squirming and help him out of whatever is happening to him right now.

But his wife was nowhere to be found.

Owen found himself surrounded in darkness, standing in the middle of nowhere and nothing. He feared if this was purgatory. After he had spun a considerable amount of times just to orient himself on where he is and what is going on, the voice took shape—a towering figure armored in black, with his wife and nephew suspended between them while they’re on their knees. Owen could feel his heart sink to the soles of his feet and his legs were failing to hold his balance.

And for that, you shall pay the price of your negligence!

The sharp, ragged ignition of a lightsaber brandished through Beru’s breast and she fell right then and there. There was almost no death cry. Beru was mute as she jolted from the final sensation through her body and slumped to the dust, without waiting for the woman’s corpse to touch the soil, the beam swung sideways to poor, little Luke.

The boy had a death cry, albeit short it was haunting and gut-wrenching, and his cry faded out as he fell to the floor next to his aunt. Owen, in that dream state, was frozen in place. He wasn’t bound to the floor or anything, he was simply incapable of moving. The only thing he can do is watch—as penance imposed by the tall, monstrous figure brandishing a red sword made of light.

“NO!”

Owen sat up screaming and awake. He’s quite lucky they have no neighbors, but the creatures in the desert might have heard him, maybe even old Ben Kenobi in the off-chance that he’s out in the dunes at night.

“Owen!” Beru gasped, woken up by her husband’s nightmarish episode. “Owen, it was a dream!”

“Oh gods!” her husband gasped, clutching his chest so tight that his shirt crumpled. When he realized that it was indeed a dream, he cupped Beru at the neck so tightly that he almost choked her. “Oh, Beru!”

“Owen, dear…” she sighed, unable to comfort her husband.

It’s been only two nights since Irele disappeared, and the toll has already taken her brother.

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Irele was brought immediately to the command ship when the transport boarded its hangar. She was thrown into a cell unconscious; hours have passed when she came to. Her body was disturbed by the sudden change in temperature, she was more conditioned for warm, temperate climates. The inorganic, air-conditioned room was an unpleasant surprise for her nerves.

She patted herself in different parts of her body to see where it hurts. Nothing. She was completely unscathed—except, of course, the few light scrapes and bruises she got during her hallucinogenic episode though they were nothing she can’t brush off and heal from.

“Where am I?” she asked to no one in particular.

She looked at the door and saw that it was a solid blast door; the small rectangular window that could only frame the eyes was sealed shut, there was no way of telling if there was someone on the other side of the door.

“Hello?” she knocked on the door, it was worth a shot, she thought.

She said it again, the knocking had gotten louder.

Irritated, the guard outside the cell banged the door with the pommel of his blaster.

“Quiet!” his voice was muffled through the helmet, but the manner of his speaking was sharp and strict. The sudden loud clang startled Irele, forcing her back to the slab that stuck out of the wall that’s meant to be her bed.

She stands up again to walk back to the door, to get some answers from the guard.

“Where am I?” she slapped the door, prompting for answer. “Hey!”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

“Ugh, you know you’re making the noise twice as worse,” a second guard groaned, though more indifferent towards the prisoner, as well as his companion.

“The little brat won’t shut up.”

“She’ll shut up when Lord Vader comes in,”

“Can’t expect him to come any sooner, can I?”

“Maybe you can turn up in his chambers and tell him yourself,” the second guard chuckled, quite amused by his own snark.

“Yeah, whatever,” the first guard said dryly, completely feeling the opposite.

Overhearing their small talk, Irele picked up the name and tried to familiarize herself with it. Lord Vader? She pondered. But she’s never heard of it. Understandably so, even upon the establishment of the Empire, Tatooine remained uninvolved with the affairs of the now Galactic Empire—as it was in the prime days of the Republic.

Even if the name never rung a bell, she found herself shivering—both by the cold and by the imminent confrontation of this unknown entity that she already fears.

A uniformed crew marches to Darth Vader’s personal chambers. From Vader’s end, the door to his room opened and the cadet let himself in after the Sith Lord allowed him.

“My Lord, the prisoner has come to,”

“Very well. Leave her to me, I’ll deal with her myself,”

“As you wish, my Lord.”

“Go.”

The cadet bowed and his lungs loosened. He had puffed up his chest for a minute or two after leaving the chambers. Darth Vader stood up from his shell and strode regally out of his room; it was not an uncommon sight to find the lord of this ship wandering alone without an escort or two.

Vader made way to the prison block, where the teenage captive would be doing nothing except sit and wait. He isn’t expecting her to recognize him, though he almost wished his did—at least the human part of his being. The door shot open; Irele—seated at the very center of the slab—threw her back flat against the wall. She hasn’t even gotten a good view of Vader and she was already terrified. He had to bow his head before presenting the hulk of his height in his cybernetic body.

Irele’s breathing skipped a rhythm. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, she has never seen anything quite like him. The sound of his breathing made her pupils dilate.

I see him in my nightmares… Irele thought.

Her heart dropped to her stomach when she heard him speak.

“I have been looking for you, child.”

Vader could clearly see that Irele was just utterly petrified. She may not realize it, but their gazes lock—even with the two bulbous globes where his eyes should be obstruct his own—he could clearly see his little sister: his truest next-of-kin. He saw the way her hands latched onto whatever surface it could grab on the metal wall, and goodness did they shake! He remained indifferent—he tried to be.

“W-Where am I?” the poor, shaken girl shuddered.

“That is of no importance.”

“But I’m so far away from home…!” she couldn’t bring herself to raise her voice, only to speak up a bit. “What did I do wrong?”

The dark lord answered none of those questions, but perhaps he could answer the next one.

“Who are you?”

“Your new master. You shall be my ward.”

To Irele, that declaration didn’t sound as ominous as she had hoped; yet, her heart sank when she realized that she’s now bound to this dark lord. In whatever word he paints it to be, she is his prisoner, and she will be here for a very long time. Another pill that’s hard to swallow for her is that she must remain tight-lipped about her family’s whereabouts for the rest of the time she’s here—which is probably forever.

Not realizing she didn’t actively react to this, Darth Vader had been suspended in silence for a few moments.

“You seem unsettled.”

“I don’t know this place. I don’t know you really are, either. The only thing I want right now is to go home. My friends might be looking for me.” She bit her tongue after that last one, keeping mum about her family if ever this lord will hunt them down after the slightest shortcoming.

“This is your new home now… Irele.”

Irele could not accept it. She looked around: nothing in this place is nowhere near to be called home! This is a prison that Vader is desperately convincing the girl to see it as one, to accept it as one.

“It would be wise if you do not object, child. My leniency could only go so far.”

Behind him, the door opened to let inside a black orb with silver apparatus, it hovered into the cell while its internals hummed. The floating globe’s most prominent appendage would be the syringe protruding from its left-hand side; Irele spotted a drop of liquid dangling at the edge of the needle’s tip.

Again, she pressed herself harder against the wall as soon as she caught the glint of the needle under the light of her cell. She tried to scream, but even opening her mouth felt like a laborious feat, so all she could do was taking deep yet short breaths as the droid approached her. The arm with the syringe extended to angle itself better. Vader watched from the far corner of the cell—incapable of helping his sister—and imposing a penance of sorts on himself, to torment him over the fact that even if he had all the means to do so, he is constrained from any sort of humane thing to do to at least ease off the pain from Irele.

The prick of the needle was slow, long, and agonizing. Vader could see Irele’s right arm tensing, shaking uncontrollably, and her hand violently jerking sideways. He saw the liquid leave the syringe and enter Irele’s bloodstreams, but the droid made it sure that it was equally tormenting. Irele tried to fight but the substance had temporarily paralyzed her. She threw her head back, slamming against the wall, and with a great effort she lolled her head to Vader…

A tear escaped from the corner of her red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes; her mouth trembled opened to release a grunt that should have been a cry of pain. The look in her face was a plead for mercy or of help—even by a miracle. She looked to the one and only person who could stop this, and there he watched within the blackness of the room, her cry was replied with nothing but Vader’s rhythmic breathing as he stood there and watched. Even with a helmet on, if one could see closely, he was in an irredeemable state of regret for remaining a bystander in Irele’s moment of suffering.

She must learn to live with this… Otherwise, she may not live at all. He reinforced himself, albeit quite a twisted mindset.

The interrogation droid had pulled out the injection. The pinprick drew blood and Irele only had the clothes on her back to clog the bleeding. Weakened by the shock and pain, she melted to the slab and fell unconscious.

He turns to leave the cell, the droid followed, and quickly sealed Irele in. The guards straightened their backs at the sight of their master and awaited his orders. With a raised finger, he commanded them to ready a personal bunker filled with all necessities like new clothes for Irele.

“By the time the substance wears off, see to it that she is brought to the medical bay immediately. I want her in optimum shape if she is to be subjected to training in due time.”

Training? The uniformed men thought.

No questions were actually asked, for Vader strode away back to his chambers, and left the guards to do what is asked of them.

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melbee · 4 years

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Melancholy Blues

David Lee Roth x Reader

Summary: The Highs were high... the Lows were low.. When dating a rockstar who is on the road a lot, there’s only one rule. Don’t cry. That means you’ve fallen too deep, and unfortunately you lost the shovel to dig yourself out a long time ago..

Notes: I love writing for DLR there’s not a whole lot of fics with him which sucks.. Hope you enjoy X

Warnings: fluff, a little angst, a little sad :(

Word Count: 1,934 words

I wish I knew when this was going to end. I sat so still behind my desk, staring at the crisp white wall, listening to the faint tick of the nearby clock as it counts down the minutes.. the seconds.. wasted time no.. important time..

I was stuck in a dingy office surrounded by a mass of nearby cubicles and desks wondering how in the hell I got stuck with a job like this, and how I managed dating a rockstar at the same time.

While I sat filing papers, setting appointments for my boss, writing up reports in hope I’d be the lucky girl picked for a star promotion- my boyfriend toured the world, singing to 50,000 fans every night- partying till the sun comes up definitely surrounded by the excesses of pleasure including girls.

I didn’t know how luck could be in my favor so much, that it managed to drown me at the same time. I scribbled aimlessly trying to muster up the strength to get this assignment done. I worked as a reporter, but I really wanted was a step-up... a position to manage my own fashion company. It was lost hope.

Somehow I managed to get through toward the end of the day, as I turned my head to see nearby coworkers at their desks begin to pack up, the sun beginning to prepare a descent onto California’s glimmering hills.

I sighed and stood up a crack within my legs sounded out, telling me I had sat for too long- as I gave my best attempt effort at a long stretch. I gathered my work and shoved it into my cabinet, fishing for my purse and keys and making my way toward the elevator.

Exhausted was an understatement. I couldn’t help however, to think of David... as often as I do. I thought about what he was doing at this very moment. Where he was, who was with him.. Jealousy reared it’s ugly head- or started to- but I shut it up quickly as the doors opened and I made my exit out of the building.

The drive home was short but my mind was swamped, I couldn’t get out of it, and I knew there was a simple solution for that. Wine.

As I opened my door I was greeted by my little cattle dog that Dave had gotten me for my birthday a year prior, Minnie. I smiled as I patted her affectionately, as a wave of emotions crossed me. I missed him, a lot.

I set my purse down as I made a bee-line to my kitchen- grabbing a bottle of the finest-cheapest wine I had and a glass as I poured generously. I traveled my way to my living room where I drew the curtains to the view so wonderful, of other apartment buildings, and the peek of the hills and the sun if you strained your head far enough. It wasn’t much..but it was home.

It reminded me of how David has wanted me to move in right before tour; I told him I was fine living here, and the adjustment of a big house just wasn’t what I wanted to feel at the moment. The truth was I didn’t want to be there alone, without him. Waking up to the smell of his sheets and his clothes that he left..

I had already found myself doing that while he was away from the various jackets, shirts and underwear he had left behind here. It was creepy. It made me sick to my stomach as I sipped my wine in a daze. I knew the feeling all too well, but I just didn’t want to admit it. I never fell quick, but with David... good god he made it so easy.

I checked the time on the clock nearest to me. He said I could call any time, but I always like to align it so I would get a sure answer from him- he should be somewhere in the U.K. right now..

I made my way over to the side table and set my wine down and my body down onto the couch, and grabbed the phone.

Oh shit, what was the number to the offices..? They always knew the numbers to call wherever the band was. Usually I would wait for David to call, but I needed to hear his voice desperately. God, aren’t I lovesick fool?

I dialed the offices and they redirected me to the number where the venue was, who then directed me to the phone in the dressing room. As I waited for someone else to pick up the phone I wondered if my girlfriends ever have to deal with this incessant worry with their boyfriends. Maybe so, but as prissy as it sounds, their boyfriends aren’t international rock stars.

“Hello?” I heard the sound of an unfamiliar woman pick up the phone, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart begin to pick up and race a mile a minute. Who was she? Did she know David? Were they having an affair?

It took me a time to realize I still had not said a word but simply breathed into the phone like some scary psycho stalker. “Er-Yes. Hi.. uh is this.. David Lee Roth’s dressing room?”

I heard a mumbled sigh from the female on the phone, “Look girl, I don’t know how to break it to you.. he isn’t interested as I’ve told the other girls. He has someone right now..”

My heart stopped beating, “What? Who? I.. who are you?” I asked as my worst thoughts and fears seemed to come before me, I felt my mind go light-headed.

“I’m the designers assistant? I don’t know who you are-but..” she began to ramble on, as I felt my emotions turn red hot.

“Look designer.. whatever the hell you are.. I’m y/n.. his girlfriend. I don’t care if he has somebody I need to talk to him NOW. Do you got that-“ before I could even finish my rant I heard a squeak and a jumbling that sounded like the phone was being tossed around before I heard a scruff voice.

“Y/n? This you?” I heard the familiar voice of David’s manager over the phone, and I lept with joy.

“Hey Noel! It’s me!” I said into the phone.

“Oh hey!” He chuckled a bit, “I’m guessing you wanted to talk to DLR huh?”

“Yes..” I laughed, but I soon realized that now I needed to address the elephant in the room. “Uh..Noel. Would you be honest, and tell me if he was.. with someone right now..?”

I heard a laugh, “I wondered the same thing for a while, as far as i’m concerned the man has had blue balls the entire trip. He’s as clear as a whistle.”

I blushed, “Well okay.. can I talk to him?”

“He’s coming in right now actually-” I heard a shuffle and the conversion between two people, before I heard a loud slam, and the phone being picked up again.

“Dollface?” I heard the beautiful, gruff sound of my boyfriend’s voice, and I couldn’t help but smile brightly.

“Yes Blondie, it’s me..” I laughed. There it was again, that heart pounding. It scared me shit-less because I knew I was a puddle of mess whenever he talked to me; even if it was a thousand miles away.

“Oh Baby.. you don’t know how much I miss you..” He purred. “How’s my little Min Pin doing?”

I looked over to Minnie, to see her gazing at me, her tail wagging, “Missing her Daddy..”

I could hear the smile in his voice, “Baby, is everything alright? Not that this isn’t unpleasant but.. why’d you call?”

I frowned as the details from earlier flooded my brain, as I crosses my legs, beginning to chew my lip for a whole other reason entirely. “David..who is your designer’s assistant, with you on the road?”

“Sherrie.. I think is her name.. why?” He asked

“She told me you-” my voice suddenly cracked and I felt my emotions edging the surface of my eyes. Don’t break the only rule...

“Doll.. what’s wrong? Did she say something nasty to you? I swear ill sack her, and you’ll never have to see her-”

“David, she said you are with someone right now. She mentioned other girls calling.. David..please be honest with me.. Did you-” I began to say but I didn’t finish before he cut me off.

“Y/n I’d never in a million do that. Why would you believe her?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve just been having a really hard time since you’ve been away David, I can’t even think about normal stuff, without thinking of you.” I said into the phone as my voice ended to a whisper as if I had shared my innermost feelings to a stranger.

“You don’t know what you do to me..seriously.” He said to my utter confusion. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Doll. It scares me shitless. Don’t think I don’t feel the same way you’re feeling.”

I smiled, “The aches?”

“Chills down the inches of my spine, I feel as if I’m an addict who can’t ever get a fix. Y/n, it makes me mad.. because every-time I try and take my mind off you, everything begins to settle in that I’m terrified because I don’t want to live in a world without you.”

“David I’m sorry, I just. I know I’ve been so hesitant.. It’s just..” That was it for me. I felt the years worth of heartache, messed up feelings, love, desire, laughter all explode down my face as I sobbed. “I’m in love with David Lee Roth and I don’t think I can ever stop.”

I heard a pause, before he spoke again, “Then don’t.”

I paused as my heart seemed to stop beating that very moment. “W-What..?”

“Lets be in love forever. Quit your job. You wanted a job to build your own company? Well I need a CEO for my new business, and baby you’re at the top of my ‘for hire’ list. Come with me, let’s go around the world.”

“David..do you know how crazy you sound right now? Like crazier then normal?” I said as I took in his scheme that seemed off the hook, and way out of my comfort zone.

“Baby, I’ll take care of all of it. If you want a pay roll to feel secure I’ll give you one. how does 300,000 a year sound? You can buy you a nice apartment.” He said as he laughed.

“Holy shit.. David I could never buy anything expensive like your apartment.” I laughed as I twirled the cord.

“You’re right.. you’d be so sick in love, in-bed with me to even buy one.” He laughed loudly at his own joke, and I just rolled my eyes a blush forming my cheeks.

“I’ll be coming home soon, love. We can talk more about it then, hmm?” He asked over the phone.

I simply smiled, as I felt tiny tears come down to signal to me how much I truly cared for this man. “Okay. I love you..”

“I love you more.. Au revoir! We’re heading to Paris tomorrow..” He said as I heard a door opening and noises of people rushing in.

“Bye David..” I hung up the phone as I set it down, and I looked at the abandoned wine, and looked toward the windows to see the sun had finally set, and the night had begun.

I had broken my one rule. I wish I regretted it, but the high of it all just felt so good that I wished I would be too sick, too un-well so I would be able to feel the impending crash and burn...

#david lee roth x reader #david lee roth #van halen #80s #classic rock #rock #80srock #fanfiction #tour #travel

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