#*cries a waterfall and squeezes my clothes soaking wet with my own tears into a bucket*

[katyspersonal]

Small crisis regarding my former mariadeline impression

This post is basically just:

But I kinda need to put my thoughts here

I've been thinking recently back on my days when I still saw Gehrman as a ‘creep’, and it was a point in Maria’s story that she hated herself for feeling attracted to Adeline who WAS below in a status. In that version, she was deeply concerned of taking advantage of her authority - because she subconsciously projected, and sort of saw Gehrman in herself. Been long ago, but after I revisited the lore bit that triggered it, I was hit back with just how many layers have to be undone to get to mariadeline ship being fulfilling and happy. We have the fact that Adeline still addresses Maria as superior ('lady' in localisation, '-sama' in original, sama is used to politely, formally address ones of higher rank). The subordination was probably never broken in canon!

Also, Maria didn't want Adeline to become a Blood Saint but Adeline wasn't convinced, most likely out of her pursuit to be someone meaningful - "grooming" of Blood Saints isn't canon, in Japanese original it says that they merely were prepared physically, to produce unique blood within their body, so that certainly allows there to be willing, conscious ones. I feel like Maria would have a huge weight of guilt for failing to convince her that she didn't need to put herself through this.

But things also get soooo much worse around Research Hall, because Maria is associated with the reason why these experiments are a thing to BEGIN with! Yes, evolution is nice and all, but patients are writhing in pain and beg for it to end. That meant Adeline too - not only she mutated horribly and Maria was no longer able to see her beautiful face, but also Adeline is restrained with more belts than any of the other patients, and then additionally restrained to the chair. She must have had it extremely hard if they had to put extra effort in holding her still... My guess is that Adeline was going too rabid when devoid of brain fluid for too long. And Maria had to watch her go through this, mutating physically and forgetting her worth psychologically. But who knows, what if none of that had happened if Maria didn't "help" with Fishing Hamlet? Someone who took her own life over a collective crime strikes me as someone more prone to blame herself, ALL herself, rather than sharing guilt. She did not come after throats of Willem and Gehrman for initiating Fishing Hamlet massacre, despite the fact that the leaders are probably more guilty than the followers, you know...?

I wonder if the real reason Maria went nonverbal with Adeline (Adeline being accustomed to her walking in without a word, Maria giving her the balcony key without explanation since Adeline still thinks it is "a charm" when we meet her) was not shyness but anxiety. Maybe she felt like she didn't even dare to touch her, maybe she was not able to start talking to her without crying - and she needed to hold it back. She wanted to stay strong and worthy of Adeline’s respect, even if she probably didn’t deserve it.... But Adeline deserved someone to admire, rather than the gods that only make people feel small.

I mean, the status imbalance itself is already a very fat hint that they never got official and whatever was there from one or both of them probably lingered in the status of unresolved romantic tension until the end. The fact that Adeline still sees Maria as her superior even as a patient effectively hints that it was still the case back then - so as a Blood Saint, and before that. Basically, the only time in canon they COULD have been in true relationship is during Research Hall events, but I think the setting full of pain, misery, fear, insanity, body horror and death was uhhh... not very favourable for happy fluffy love to bloom. Adeline was going way too caught up into Eldrich truth to care about something as human - an requiring her humanity - as normal relationship, and Maria, the one who would care enough to pull her back, failed to do so at least two times by now.

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So yeah, all in all I briefly addressed that mariadeline probably never came to fruition in canon, then I forgot all about it and got sold on happy portrayal of the ship within fandom, but now I am thinking back on it and considering even more nuances. I’ve just grown so used to take this ship as a given that it does feel like a slight crisis to realise that they probably never dated? There is a possibility though; Nightmare features a hunter version of Maria, that she forsaken in “reality”, ie Nightmare dials back into troubled and painful past. So maybe it dialed Adeline back TOO - to her more desperate, tormented state as a patient, when she still wasn’t Maria’s girlfriend too; when in “reality” she DID, in fact, feel better about herself and the women got to be happy witch each other for just brief time... Again, past Adeline already being a mutant. Like, odds are, all stuff depicting mariadeline happy and established when Adeline was a Blood Saint, or before so, or a patient that still looked human is an AU? Because it is not filling blank spaces, but contradicting canon? It is just that... I was not THINKING about it this way much? That so many things we just assume and take without questioning in fiction actually are rather different in reality?

I am probably becoming very old like I said before, but it is even strange how we as fans can look at two characters caring about each other and instantly jump into fluffiest, most shippy interpretation, forgetting the nuances. Like... dear god, this ship has so many underwater rocks (no pun intended).

#bloodborne #mariadeline #saint adeline #lady maria of the astral clocktower #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne observation #*cries a waterfall and squeezes my clothes soaking wet with my own tears into a bucket* #every single time i analyse this ship it gets more and more sad #again i know recently i sound like an old lady #there are like 0 happy things about these two characters #why their lives have to suck so much...? god #but yeah... similar crisis as when i realised that valtomura actually crashes and burns as far as canon goes #like..... wait this whole time we were dwelling in an AU? #again there is a difference between 'canon never stated it' and 'canon contradicts it' #i am having one crisis after another recently #maria's clothes aren't actually masculine but just practical? micolash fails to deliver spirit of mensis???? #and now 'mariadeline didn't happen in canon'???? #i will soon make an iceberg of this sort of realizations #bloodborne is a fun journey lol #by fun i mean all my blorbos are depressed and there is nothing to smile about in their lives

[crystalwillow]

Without You, Part Two

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine (F!MC)

Word Count: 4.9K

Taglist: @deansmyapplepie @schnitzelbutterfingers @rookie-ramsey @vibrantlyjaz @brycelahelalover @eleanorbloom

⚠️ Warning: Includes mention of death, pain and heavy sorrow. If you are easily upset by death, please stop reading here and I will be back soon with a happier fiction. If you really wanted to read it, and are now sad you won’t be able to, I send my deepest apologies and hugs to you. Thank you for your support, it means the world to me and keeps me motivated to keep going and creating new content. ⚠️

POV: Narrative & Ethan Ramsey

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--- Narrative ---

“Casey... It- It’s Ethan.... He’s taken a turn for the worse. It looks like he might pass away. Tonight.”

Her blood ran cold at those words, the grip she had on her phone gone as it fell to the floor and she bolted out of the apartment. No. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening. Not now, not today, not to him. She ran the short distance from her shared apartment to Edenbrook, running through the halls to Ethan’s room in the ICU. She froze outside as she looked through the window, doctors and nurses crowding his bed as they tried frantically to resuscitate Ethan. She placed her hand on the glass, tears streaming artfully down her face.

“Come on Ethan, please, pull through. For me. For your father. For... For us. You can do it please.”

Her voice was but a whisper as she continued to cry as she watched the scene in front of her. For a moment it looked hopeful and her tears stopped as she held her breath. But then a different emotion overtook her as the doctors and nurses stopped trying. Looking at each other with sorrowful looks.

“No. no. no. they can’t stop trying.”

Casey mumbled to herself as she fumbled with the door handle and entered the room. Hearing the words she never wanted to hear.

“Time of death. 11:56PM”

No. He... He was gone. Sobs wracked her body as the sound of pain left her body with every cry. Her tears were now like that of a waterfall as she pushed through those crowded round his bed. Leaving wet footprints on the floor. Her feet were numb from running through the snow in just socks but that didn’t matter right now.

“No. Please. Ethan wake up! Show them you’re okay. That you’re playing a silly prank on them. I know how much you secretly love those. Though this would be a sick prank to play right now Ethan Ramsey.”

Her hand cupped his face, thumb stroking over his stubble as she pressed her lips into a thin line and blinked back some tears. She didn’t notice her among the crowd of people as she looked through the window, she was too focused on her boyfriend. But she turned around upon feeling a hand on her shoulder. It was June Hirata, tears of her own shining in her eyes. Okay, so her and Ethan disagreed a lot, but that didn’t mean she didn’t respect him as a doctor. Casey let go of Ethan for a little bit and hugged June, the two sobbing into each other’s clothes. Admittedly June’s clothes got way more soaked than Casey’s, but that was to be expected. She had just lost her boyfriend, who she loved so much. So deeply. She knew secrets that we’re just between herself and Ethan, which made them special to her. They had so much planned out for the next year of their lives together. Trips around the world, weekend getaways to hotels nearby. But now Casey would be tasked with cancelling it all. She couldn’t go now. More importantly, she didn’t want to. Not without Ethan.

“Casey. Where are your shoes? Your feet are soaked!” June exclaimed, looking at the floor.

“They don’t seem to matter when you’re told your boyfriends dying.” Casey smiled weakly.

June nodded understanding, “We’ll um... leave you to.. have a moment, whilst we continue to try and get hold on his father.” she said barely above a whisper, filing out the room behind the last of the staff in the room.

“Thank you.”  Casey whispered back, turning back to Ethan.

Casey sighed as she looked at him, moving a hand to brush his hair from his face.

“You always do look peaceful when you’re sleeping. So relaxed and free of any worry.” She held his larger hand in her much smaller and delicate one, going back to stroking his stubble with the other. Tears started to stream down her face again as she begged one last time.

“Please Ethan. Wake up. Give us some kind of sign you’re still bre-” she gasped as he squeezed her hand. In that moment she swiped the tears from her eye, going from the sorrow filled girlfriend to Dr. Valentine as she called for help.

“NURSE! JUNE! ANYONE! ROOM 378 NOW!”

June come bursting through the door frantically with wide eyes. Her tone alarmed.

“Casey?! What is it!”

“H-he squeezed my hand and look.”

She pointed to his chest which rose and fell as shallowly as it did before he just passed away. June rushed to get extra help and Casey was escorted outside as a team worked even more frantically than before to stabilize Ethan’s condition once more. Casey stood outside with bated breath again as she watched. It was only minutes but felt like hours when June came out of the room, seeming lighter. A little happier. Casey regarded her with a quizzical look as a smile broke out on June’s face.

“You must be pretty special to him Casey. Hearing you must have earned a response from somewhere in his brain. His breathing is still shallow, yet a little stronger than before. It’s starting to look like his chance at survival is getting stronger.”

Casey hugged June back tightly, the words of thank you weren’t needed in that moment as it could be felt in the grip of the exchange. June walked off to fill out some paperwork and carry on with what she had to do as Casey re-entered the room.

“Hey fighter. I knew you’d come back to us.” She whispered happily as she took his hand. There it was again.. another squeeze. Casey cried again as she squeezed back, a small and happy giggle escaping the back of her throat.

“You’re really special to me Ethan. I love you so much... I- I’m glad I waited to love. Because if I hadn’t. We probably wouldn’t be a thing and I... I can’t imagine not loving you. You’re perfect for me, perfect to me, in so many ways Ethan. And so many of them you don’t see. But you... you’re beautiful and...”

She giggled at another squeeze as if he was telling her she’s beautiful too.

“Thank you. I know that now because of you. Everyday you make me feel like the princess I deserve to be. Also, I would literally be nothing without you. I’d be working in my local target probably. So I know I’ve said it a thousand times. Well tried to, but you can’t cut me off right now. So thank you, Ethan. For making me the amazing doctor I am today. The genuine overall person I am today. So please... for us... open your eyes and focus on breathing stronger every day. Take it slow, don’t get upset if nothing changes for a while. Because I’d wait forever to look into your beautiful crystal blue eyes again, Ethan Ramsey. I’d wait another 10 years if I needed to okay? Take one day at a time. And yes, I’ll still come and see you every morning and every lunch time. I’m not leaving you.”

She lent over and kissed each of his cheeks delicately, then smoothed his hair back out as the door opened.

“Casey?”

She turned to see Alan in the doorway. She gave a small smile.

“He’s okay. We got him back.”

As relief fell onto Alan’s face, Casey smiled a little and gestured for him to come over. He walked over and took a seat in the chair on the opposite side of the bed to which Casey was standing.

“He’s smitten about you. Did you know that?”

“I had a pretty good idea. I mean, it isn’t normal for your boss to suddenly bring an extra lunch every day incase you forgot yours. Nor is it normal for him to do half of the things he’s been doing. Though my favourite has been the little gift of chocolate he’ll slip into my coat pocket as he passes by when it’s my time of the month.”

“Ahhh. It’s good to see he took my advice.”

“That was you?”

Alan and Casey share a genuine smile over Ethan as they spoke and bonded more.

--- Ethan Ramsey ---

I hadn’t moved in days. The last thing I remember is being upside down and trying to answer messages from Casey as darkness crept into my vision. Now I was in the hospital as a patient. I’d concluded this from two simple facts. The constant beep of machines around me, and the clinical feeling I got from the smell of my surroundings. If you wanted to make it three, you could add the fact of me hearing her voice every day. Every morning when she arrived, every lunchtime she had, and even before she left every night. There she was, when she should have been with her friends. Laughing, making memories, forgetting about me. It had baffled me why she even started chasing after me in the first place. I’m a cynic. A bully at times. I don’t believe in true love and I certainly don’t chase after people. But that all changed when it came to one Casey Valentine. For her I had started to change, started to open myself up more to the possibility that maybe true love does exist.

Over the past few days, apart from hearing her voice. I’d heard father’s too. Thankfully, he told me he didn’t inform mom of my current state. As he said that all I could think was “Thank God. I wouldn’t want that woman anywhere near me.”

And everything over the past few days led to the moment I was in right now. Casey hadn’t stopped by after work like she usually did. Had she finally realized I wasn’t worth it? Had she finally given up? She must have done, and that broke me in so many ways. So what was the point in fighting what my body had wanted to do for so long anymore? And so I decided to slowly give myself away to death, because if I truly loved her I had to let her go and stop putting her through so much pain. It must have been horrible seeing me so quiet and God knows what my physical state looked like, but I knew I didn’t want to find out. I’m aware that it may seem stupid giving up because my girlfriend didn’t stop by after work as usual, but I’m 38. She’s ten years younger and has time to move on and find another love. She’d cope eventually and she has a great support system. Okay yes, fine I’ll admit it’s selfish to think and talk like that because she loves me, and I love her. But it’s because I love her I had decided to let death slowly take me. If this was what was supposed to happen, so be it.

I listened as my monitors beeping changed and alerted staff that came rushing in. Then I heard a small familiar one above all the chaos in the room.

“Dr. Hirata, I’m going to call Casey.”

“Okay. Call his father too. He’ll want to be here.”

‘No. please don’t call Casey. Seeing me gone will break her.’ Was all I could think as I heard the door open and close. The minutes ticked by and I could feel the staff working to do everything they could to save me, until finally, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I flatlined. My heart gave up and they stopped trying to save me. With my hearing still working somewhat I heard the door burst open and the voice that followed it was familiar, yet broken. I listened and what I heard next broke me. Even though I was technically dead, I got the vision clear as day. Casey running through the snow in just her socks, to get here. To me. To see....

If it were possible a tear would have escaped my eye, trickling down my cheek as I listened to her a June talk. When she held my hand, I knew I somehow had to respond. I had to fight back, and just hope it wasn’t too late.

--- Narrative ---

Days turned into weeks as Casey took Ethan on as one of her own patients to monitor him more closely, and also to bring herself some peace with knowing he was okay. The he was still breathing. But overall, she done it to sneak chance to whisper sweet nothing into his ear as she gave him the gentlest of hugs.   months passed since the day he flatlined and was pronounced dead as she entered his room, then magically came back to the world. Almost as if he had decided he wasn’t ready to leave everything behind. Casey was doing her first rounds of the day with a smile on her face, Ethan had been getting stronger and more responsive. But nothing could have prepared her for what she would see that day. The feelings it would make her feel. As she looked up from closing the door to say her usual good morning as she walked over to kiss his cheek she froze. He lied there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, fingers slightly twitching as she held his hand.

“Ethan... you... you woke up.” She whispered a single tear escaping her right eye and sliding down her cheek. He responded by squeezing her hand with a ghost of a smile on his face. Then her eyes widened.

“You poor baby. You must be parched. Let me get you some water!” Casey exclaimed as she rushed out of the room. If he could, Ethan would be chuckling at her right now. He listened as the door opened and closed again signaling that she was back. Carefully she adjusted him to a more comfortable position for drinking water then held the straw to his lips.

“Slowly. Small sips. You haven’t drank anything in months.���

Carefully, Ethan opened his mouth enough for Casey to place the straw inside his mouth and he sipped slowly and carefully before nodding slightly to let her know he’d had enough. She took it away and placed it on the table, then turned back to him and held his hand smiling down at him. For Ethan she was the first person he had seen since waking up in the early hours of the morning. Every time he heard the handle push down for the door to open he closed his eyes again. He wanted it this way, for the first person he saw to be his girlfriend. He wanted to bask in her beauty. The way her lips were perfectly plump and soft looking every day, the way in which her hair fell naturally, framing her face like the beautiful piece of art it is. He wanted to look into her emerald eyes as she smiled at him. They had spent so much time together but entirely apart, that he didn’t want there to be another moment where they weren’t looking at each other when they were next to each other. Their moment was interrupted as the door opened.

“Casey. We came as soon as we could. How is he?” Baz asked as June closed the door.

“Awake.” She smiled.

“Has he spoken yet?” June asked.

“No. but he has had a few sips of water.” Casey tried to kick herself back into professional mode, but She was so happy that he was finally awake, she found it hard to stop smiling and be professional. She was filling in some things on his chart with June when she heard him grunting irritant. She looked up to see Baz trying to change his cannula, but it was annoying Ethan.

“Baz. I’ve got this.” Casey said handing the chart to June. She took Ethan’s hand and held the cannula in place as the tape securing it had been removed.

“Hey. What’s wrong honey?”

He tried to talk but couldn’t and just grunted angrier than before.

“Hey. Hey. It’s okay, Ethan. We aren’t expecting you to talk right away.”

He looked at her and she frowned sadly at the agony in his eyes. She looked up at June. “June, could you grab me the picture boards please. He’s trying to say something.”

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” June placed the chart on the side and left the room, returning with some laminated sheets a few moments later. Casey took them with a smile and sat next to him. His cannula now removed, and he hadn’t even noticed until Casey gave it to June in to dispose of.

“Now.” She said, professionalism now back in place. “I know that for you especially not being able to talk right now is hard. Your whole life is about talking. You could talk for the whole world for years and still be going in spirit. You’re a chatterbox. But I have some pictures and I want you to point out as best as you can what you’re trying to say.” Casey explained in a comforting tone as she held up the first sheet. Ethan’s eyes scanned the page, but he couldn’t see anything, he gestured to writing.

“You... want to write?” Casey asked and he nodded carefully. She stood up and searched for a spare piece of paper, holding it for him with something to lean on and handing him her pen. He recognized it and smiled. It was the one he had gifted her for her birthday just 2 months ago. He put the pen to paper and started writing. His hand was shaky and it took him several minutes, but Casey smiled as she read the message, looking at the wobbly smiley face and heart drawn next to it.

“I love you, too. 😊❤”

She tried to keep the tears at bay and just smile, but the emotion was overwhelming, and she had to let a few slip.

“You heard me when I said that?” she asked, looking into his eyes. He squeezed her hand tightly which made her cry even more. “You’re the first patient I’ve seen today, and you’ve made me cry!” she laughed, grabbing a few tissues from the dispenser above the sink and dabbing her eyes dry. He looked at her quizzically.

“I’m your doctor. I wouldn’t rest until I was.”

“She was...”

“Persistent.” Baz and June chipped in. and Casey chuckled more.

“Also, um... The whole hospital kinda knows about.. you know... us.”

Ethan’s eyes widened and he glared at Casey, but it was a playful glare, one that told her as soon as he could form words and sentences, she was in trouble. She grinned at him before giving him a kiss.

“As much as I’d love to stay and be in your company, I do have a job to do.”

“And a diagnostics team to run until he’s back.” Baz stated

“That’s true. After my rounds I’m going to have to become, The One That’s Feared.”

Casey, Baz and June shared a laugh then looked at Ethan, who rolled his eyes at their teasing.

“He loves us really guys.” Casey beamed and kissed his lips softly before standing up and straightening her coat. He had been restabilized again now that he was awake, and his 3 colleagues left the room, Ethan watching out of the window as they hugged and jumped happily, Casey looking over her shoulder back into the room throwing him the brightest of smiles before dispersing and continuing with her day.

 --- One and a half years later ---

Over the past year and a half as Ethan had been recovering, texting had become a large part of his life. He had been added to Casey’s group chat with her roommates and friends. She had even moved in with him to help him feel less alone during his recovery. There were hurdles, sure. But he was grateful to have such a promising young doctor by his side through it all. He insisted she shared his bed with him as they had done many nights before his accident, he even tried to convince her that it would take away all of her stress. But in a last ditch effort he made a compromise. She would share his bed on Friday and Saturday nights only. With the occasional pleasure of her joining him on a Thursday night if she left work before 8pm, which these days was rare, but he was proud of her. She had kept the diagnostics team afloat in his absence, even made a bunch of positive changes which she ran him through whenever he asked, to help him out for when he finally came back to work. Casey thought he should just not come back, after all he was almost 40 now. He hadn’t started enjoying his life until he met Casey and she wanted him to continue enjoying it. Of course, going to Edenbrook was what Ethan wanted more than anything. The idea of working alongside his girlfriend, and getting to kiss her without having to worry about rumors circulating and jeopardizing Casey’s career excited him. He could pass her in a hallway and kiss her until she was dizzy if he wanted to. He could even seek her out and ask for a ‘power hug’ if he felt low on energy.

Over the passed two months, Ethan had been coming in to sit in and watch over June, Baz and Casey as they held a number of differentials for patients, and couldn’t help but smile at the way Casey lit up as she led the team. She really hit her stride in being a leader. He would even say she was a natural born leader like himself. One lunchtime, Casey was dropping Ethan back at his apartment and making sure he was okay when he sighed.

“Are you okay baby?” Casey asked, concern on her face matching her tone.

“I...” Ethan started but couldn’t find the words, so he took a moment to think as Casey sat beside him on the couch.

“What is it? You can talk to me.” She smiled kindly at him. He looked into her eyes for a moment as he found the words.

“I... I love you.” He spoke as his voice cracked, thick with emotion.

“And I love you too sweetie. I have since our first date. But I’ve been crushing on you since I was 18.”

“No, Casey. I mean, I love you. More than that even. I adore you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and.. you’ve stuck by me when most people would have just left. I let myself die because I thought you had forgotten about me and I was ready to let you move on, you were 28 at the time. You could have-” he started rambling, but Casey put a finger to his lips, shaking her head as tears shimmered in her eyes.

“I never would have moved on from you Ethan. You... you’re my first and hopefully last and only true love. I’ve never loved anyone like you. All of our moments together. They mean so much.”

“But.. we haven’t been able to have sex in over a year. Doesn’t that make me worth leaving? If I can’t fulfil your every need what use am I as a boyfriend.”

“Ethan... It was never about the sex. Of course, it’s great and you’re... pretty big. But... sex isn’t what I’m with you for.”

“Then what are you with me for?”

“I’m with you for the man you are in here.” She tells him, placing her palm on his chest over his heart. “I’m here for him. The kind, funny, beautiful man who has a thousand walls to break through but once you get through his maze... The inside is even more beautiful than the tranquility garden at the hospital. There’s trees, bushes, butterflies... There is so much love inside and you’re willing to give it to me. I never in a thousand years thought I’d hear the day you said you’re not single with a smile on your face. And I much less thought I’d be the one you’d be talking about. Ethan, when I look at you... I can sometimes see that broken almost 12 year old boy, confused over why his mother would just leave like that. But then when you hold me. I feel and see the amazing man you’ve grown into. And I... I love him. I want to know him more and more. We could have a sexless relationship and I’d still be happy every damn day because I know deep down who you are. I know your soul. Which is worth way more than any sexual interaction we could have.”

They looked into each other’s eyes as they both let tears slip down their cheeks, matching soft smiles on their faces, before Casey leaned in, pressing a soft chaste kiss to his lips. Ethan pulled her back gently to kiss her a bit deeper, relishing in the feeling of peace she brought him. The kiss was short and sweet, but so full of love it had them both smiling from ear to ear as they opened their eyes, gazes falling on each other.

“You’re amazing Casey Valentine. Have I ever told you that?”

“Only a million, trillion times, Ethan Ramsey.” She giggled as she wrapped her arms round his neck, sitting in his lap. Ethan’s hand naturally fell around her waist, hand resting on her hip as he looked at her lovingly.

“I got you something before the accident. I was actually planning to give it to you that night. But I guess my plans were... let’s say, delayed.” Casey giggled at him as he smiled up at her. “Why don’t you go and get it for me so I can give it to you now? It’s in my top drawer in a brown paper bag.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.” Casey said pressing a kiss to Ethan’s lips and then disappearing into his room, gasping when she entered his room. “Ethan Jonah Ramsey! You left your dirty washing on the floor and your bed unmade! You reckless monster!”

Ethan laughed from the couch as she reappeared holding the brown paper bag out to him.

“Stay standing for me a minute.”

“O...kay?” Casey said with a slight questioning to her tone. But that soon turned into a gasp, and shock as Ethan slid from the couch down onto one knee, opening a little red velvet box, smiling up at a now very teary Casey.

“Casey. From the moment I met you I was told we’d end up here. Mainly by Naveen and my father. Closely followed by Sienna, then followed by the rest of your unruly gang of misfits who have accepted me as one of their own now. I... never felt like I belonged growing up. After Louise left. Everything went to shit, but then I met you. A bright eyed intern with creative mistakes and an unbreakable spirit no matter how hard I pushed you. I never believed in love until you, and well... as sappy and cliché as it is, you complete me. You’re smart, funny.... I could make a whole 10 minute speech, but I’ll cut to the chase. Casey Jane Valentine, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

She still couldn’t believe what was happening. She should be back at work right now, but instead she was being proposed to. She fought back her tears and swallowed some emotion as she found her voice again.

“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes Ethan! I’ll be your wife!” she exclaimed happily as he took the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger. His face dropped as he tried to get up but realized he was stuck.

“Shit. Not the time to be getting stuck, Ethan.” He cursed himself, but Casey heard and helped him up. He stood to his full height, towering above her as he tilted her head up by hooking a finger under her chin. The moment was so pure and full of emotion that Casey had forgotten all about work.

“Ethan I...”

“Shhh. I know my little sugar plum. I wouldn’t want to live without you either.”

She smiled and closed her eyes as her head came to rest on his chest, the moment lasted for a while as they swayed to their own tune in their heads before Casey kissed him goodbye, heading for the door to go back to work.

“Cassie?”

“Hm?” she hummed, turning round to look at Ethan settled on the couch under blankets, the TV light reflecting off his face.

“Bring home pizza?”

She smiled and shook her head at him shamelessly. “Of course, sire.” She said regally and curtsied. It was Ethan’s turn to shake his head as he looked at her. “Seriously... I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He said as Casey waved goodbye, leaving him to watch TV until she returned. Hopefully with the pizza he wanted in tow.

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Erielle: [Swims back to where she saved the man, remembering the look in his eyes and the feel of his flesh as she saved him. Her tail exudes vibrant colors as she reaches the secluded waterfall, placing herself on a rock to rest for a moment as she the water courses down her long locks] Is someone there? [Calls out as she hears a noise, looking around as she wonders if it’s him]

Joaquin: [Watches her from behind the trees as he wonders about her. She doesn’t look like other sirens he’s seen, but he still doesn’t trust her. He steps out, making himself known. He holds the knife up in his hand before tucking it in its sheath] Why did you save me?

Erielle: [Her tail changes color as she feels lust running through her veins, tilting her head as she sees a foreign object in his hands] I longed to see you again. [Swims towards him, hair covering her breasts as she gazes up at him. She tilts her head as she looks at him in confusion] Because you were in danger. [Speaks in a melodic tone as she leans up to caress his hand]

Joaquin: [Lets her come toward him, watching her] But your kind doesn’t save my kind. You eat us. [Says cautiously, slowly moving his hand from hers]

Erielle: My kind? [Looks confused as she has an innocent expression on her face] I would never harm you.. [Her tails transforms into her human form as she slowly emerges out of the water. Water trickles down her naked form as she moves close to him] I’ve never been this close to a human before.. [Looks at him in wonder, reaching out to run her hand down his hard abdomen, eyes alight with curiosity and amusement]

Joaquin: [Lips part as she changes into human dorm, stepping back. His eyes move down her body and he tries to snap out of it] How do I know this isn’t some dirty siren trick? [Hollows his cheek as he whisks out his knife, the blade against her cheek faster than she can realize]

Erielle: [Smiles coyly as she senses the lust in his eyes before she parts her lips] A trick? What trick? Ugh—[Gasps as the silver object feels sharp against her cheek, eyes changing color as she experiences fear] I am not of those evil creatures.. I want to.. to be yours. [Calms herself as she tries to move away from the blade, feeling addicted to the heat coming from his flesh] I do not wish to hurt you. I wouldn’t have saved you if I was like the others.

Joaquin: [Watches her eyes change color and feels vindicated before he softens as he hears her] You want to be mine? [Cocks a brow] Very clever. [Nods] Taking the form of a beautiful woman? That must have worked very well for you before. [Grabs her to him and turns her around so he has his muscled arm around her throat] Tell me why I shouldn’t cut out your heart, Sea witch?

Erielle: Mngh! [Whimpers as he uses his strength against her, her heart pounds against her chest as she feels his hard body against her back] Please, believe me.. [Whines before breathing roughly, feeling the tension radiating off his body] This heart longs to be yours. [Gazes into his hard gaze as she speaks in an honest tone] I no longer wish to belong to the sea.. I want to live. [Moans under her breath as his heat sends shivers down her spine, stirring an ache inside of her] What must I do to prove myself to you?

Joaquin: [The feel of her naked body against him makes him hard as he softens from her words. He turns her around as looks at her, his eyes falling from her perfect face to her full breasts] Show me I can trust you..

Erielle: [Closes her eyes as she senses the pulse of sex, feeling the desire brewing between them. She stares at him with honeyed irises as he forces her to look at him] May I do it by proving my devotion to you? [Asks in a seductive tone as her curiosity consumes her. She acts upon her carnal urges as she takes the hand that holds his knife and licks the flat side of the blade before tossing it away] I’ve watched you before.. You are a protector.. I long to be yours.. [Whispers as she runs her hand down his muscled torso while leaning in to lay kisses along the flesh of his neck] I would do anything to be yours..

Joaquin: [His chest rises and falls as he watches her lick his knife. He swallows, putting his faith in her as he lets her make her move. He moans softly at her kisses, placing his hands on her hips as his cock throbs beneath his clothes] Mm.. Erielle..

Erielle: [Pulls away from his neck as she traces the crevices of his abs with the tip of her tongue, licking his tanned flesh before laying kisses on him] I want to devote my soul to you.. [Speaks in a passionate tone of voice as lust that’s she’s never experienced before consumes her. She gets on her knees as she gazes up at him, rubbing his hardened manhood over his clothes before as she feels an ache to worship him with her mouth] I crave you, Joaquin. [Slowly pulls the fabric down, revealing his thick cock as her mouth waters for a taste] Mmm.. [Drags her tongue over his swollen tip, slowly drawing circles over it while gently dragging her nails down his lower abs]

Joaquin: [Takes a deep breath as she moves down his hard body. He swallows as she exposes his cock before groaning as he feels her warm and wet mouth] Mierda.. [Hisses under his breath] Mngh.. [His eyes roll back as he grips her hair]

Erielle: [Gazes up at him to see if he feels pleasure from what she’s doing. As she hears his noises and sees his features, she takes him further into her mouth, closing her warm walls around his flesh as she sucks in his cheeks] Mhmm.. Joaquin.. [Moans his name with him still in her mouth as she rolls her head, bobbing back and forth while her hands knead his strong thighs] Your taste is sinful.. I need more of it, Joaquin. [Speaks with spit hanging from her plump lips as she squeezes precum out of his slit. Her eyes roll back as it falls onto her tongue, taking him back into her mouth with eagerness]

Joaquin: Ah.. [Shivers as she takes him deeper into her mouth, his features contorting into a look of deep pleasure. He doesn’t take his eyes off of the sight of her with his cock in her mouth] Your mouth feels so good.. [Whines as she squeezes the precum from his dick] Dios.. [He takes off his cloak and lets it fall flat before he takes her tiny frame and places her on it] You want to be mine? [Grips her face as he kisses her, his glistening cock throbbing atop her wet cunt] You saved me because you wanted to be my whore? [Growls as he leans down and licks her neck before shoving his cock inside her] Ungh! [His hand finds hers and he interlocks their fingers as his mouth tastes hers. Hips roll into hers, his abs rocking against her body] You wanted to feel me inside you, didn’t you, Erielle? [Laughs darkly as he spits on her mouth]

Erielle: [Yearns to taste more of his essence as she forces him down her throat, not gagging as he reaches the back before pulling out] I want more, Joaquin.. [Whines before she quickly finds herself on top of his cloak. She breathes roughly as she writhes beneath him, her eyes widening as she notices the predatory gaze he has] Yes.. I want to be yours.. [Closes her eyes as she feels his cock leaving a warm, wet trail between her pussy lips, making her grind against him] Mm.. Mngh! Joa.. Joaquin! [Cries out as his growl weakens her and as his thick manhood tears into her virgin sex, inflicting a different type of pain that she’s never felt before. Digging her nails into his shoulders, her eyes roll back as his entire length takes possession of her body] Please.. Please, Joaquin.. [Releases sharp, pleasured noises as he takes her hands and pins her to the ground, owning her body as if she were meant to be taken by him this way] Yes, Joaquin.. I was desperate to feel you inside of me.. Ungh! [Laps up his spit as she feels degraded yet aroused. She leans in and chases after his tongue, catching it between her lips as she sucks on it while wrapping her legs around him to keep him inside of her] I want to be your devoted whore, Joaquin. Please let me be that for you. [Begs as she succumbs to his thrusts, tears welling in her eyes as the foreign pleasure overwhelms her. Her perfect breasts bouncing as she squeezes her walls around his cock with every thrust] Treat me as you wish, Joaquin.. Make me your whore..

Joaquin: [She drives him crazy with how eager she is for him] Mngh.. [Moans as she sucks on his tongue as his cock delves into her wetness] Fuck.. [Watches as his thickness moves in and out of her pussy, spitting on their sexes] This is my cunt, Erielle? For me to fuck whenever I please? [Groans his words as he’s up on his knees and holding her thighs]

Erielle: [Arches her back as she offers her entire body for him to take and defile. She feels lost in the lustful sensation that courses through her body, her cunt throbbing around his member] Yes! Joaquin, my body is all yours! [Gasps as he kneels in front of her and savagely pounds into her tight pussy. She grips the cloak beneath her, watching the dark look on his features until something builds and erupts inside of her] Aghhh! Joaquin! Mmm! [Thrashes beneath him as juices squirt out of her cunt, heavily soaking his cock as the pleasure is too overwhelming for her]

Joaquin: [Watches her writhe beneath him, smirking as she cums for him. He slaps her breasts before gripping them and driving his cock deep inside her before he reaches his own orgasm and fills her up] Ugh! [Grunts loudly as he continues to bury it inside her] Fuck.. [Sighs as he collapses beside her and pulls her head to him so he can shove his tongue in her mouth]

Erielle: [Moans loudly as he leaves deep marks on her breasts, tears running down her cheeks as his thrusts carry out more pleasure out of her] Please, Joaquin! [Leans on her elbows as he fills her with his cum, making her rock her hips against him as she desperately tries to take in his delicious warmth] More.. please more.. [Begs passionately as she massages his balls, completely enslaved to the feel of his cum coating her walls] Joaquin.. [Moans into his kiss as she lets him dominate her tongue. She reaches her pussy, coating her digit in their juices before lining his lips as she tastes it from him] I want to be your whore.. I want to feel this from you forever, Joaquin..

Joaquin: [Sucks on her digits as she lines his lips before pulling her tighter against him and kissing her] Hm.. [Nuzzles his head in her breasts] The Katalans will know you’re different. [Murmurs] We can’t be together forever, Erielle. I’ll have to find a wife and have children. It’s my duty as protector. [Murmurs as he gazes at her]

Erielle: [Is addicted to the feel of his flesh against hers before she moans as he devours her breasts] Then I will do my best to look like your people. [Speaks softly before parting her lips as she hears his words] Why can it not be with me? I am devoted to you, Joaquin. [Kisses his chiseled jaw as she runs her hands down his body]

Joaquin: We can’t have children together, Erielle. [Rests his cheek on her soft mound as he gazes up at her. He looks up as she kisses him] I have my duties..

Erielle: [Feels her little heart breaking as his words sting her] You don’t want me..? [Whimpers as she looks down at him] I would do anything to be yours, Joaquin..

Joaquin: I want you.. [Murmurs] But what I want and what I have to do are different things.. [Swallows as he thinks of his responsibilities] What will we do, my little creature? [Pouts] Run away together? I would be worried about mi familia.. mi gente.

Erielle: [Her eyes turn into an icy color as she’s saddened by his words. Trailing her digit over his pout she gazes at him deeply] Then have your family.. your land.. but be mine in secret, Joaquin. [Whispers as she gazes at him longingly, stroking his scalp]

Joaquin: [Frowns] I’m a man of honor, Erielle. [Shakes his head] If I take a wife I will be loyal to her. [Says softly] I’ve never felt so much passion with anyone as I do you..

Erielle: [Jealousy appears on her features but she doesn’t know that the feeling has a name as she’s never felt it before] I’ve never given myself to anyone before.. not even those of my kind. [Gazes at him] I chose you, Joaquin. I want you. [Flips them over so that she’s on top of his perfect, godlike form] Please be mine..

Joaquin: [Gazes at her for a moment, finding her endearing] You haven’t..? [Frowns as he feels guilty for taking her virginity in such a vulgar way] Hm.. [Lets her flip them over] Erielle.. what if you’re just infatuated with me? What if this is just lust clouding your eyes? [Furrows his brows, admiring her body as his hands roam her flesh]

Erielle: [Senses the look of regret on his features before leaning in to kiss his jaw] No, but I would do anything to experience it this way all over again. [Murmurs sweetly before she tilts her head to the side, breathing steadily as his large hands explores her tight body] No.. I told you. I’ve watched you. You are a man of your word. A passionate and strong man. [Mimics him as her hands feel his hard abs and perfectly sculpted chest] I want to be yours in every way possible.

Joaquin: [He gazes at her deeply and pulls her down against him, liking her soft body against his hard one] Its my duty to protect my village and have a child. [Says softly] We can’t have children together.. you’re not human, Erielle. [Murmurs as he strokes her back]

Erielle: [Nuzzles his neck and inhales his scent, placing her hand over his heart to feel the gentle yet strong beat of his muscle] But I’ve taken a human form.. perhaps it’s possible for me to give you what you wish, Joaquin. [Asks hopefully as she can’t stand the idea of losing him to another]

Joaquin: It hasn’t been done before though, has it? [Pouts as he sits up with her straddling him] You are tricking me. [Nuzzles her neck and kisses it]

Erielle: [Drapes her arms over his shoulders as she licks the flesh of his neck and kisses him with devotion coursing through the exchange] I am not, Joaquin. [Moans softly as he makes her weak with the affection he shows] Would you want children with me? [Asks shyly as she meets his eyes, willing to do anything to keep him]

Joaquin: [Pauses as she speaks] You really think we could..? [Frowns] but what will they be? Creatures of the sea? [Tilts his head] I want human children..

Erielle: [Her eyes twinkle as he shows some interest before she parts her lips and pulls back] Would you be ashamed of there were..?

Joaquin: [His brows draw together at her question] I.. never thought about having children that weren’t human, Erielle.. [Frowns]

Erielle: [Rubs his chest as she hides her face against his neck, afraid that he will break her heart] I.. I understand, Joaquin.. [Feels vulnerable as the color in her eyes change to match her emotions] Is there someone you want to marry..?

Joaquin: [Holds her and rubs her back] There is a girl my mother has chosen.. Arabella.

Erielle: [Tears well in her eyes as she pulls away from him and stares at him deeply] Do you feel the same passion for that you do for me, Joaquin? [Wipes her tears as the ache she feels makes her want him even more]

Joaquin: [Frowns as she pulls away] No. [Shakes his head as he looks up at her] Do you really love me? [Blinks as he studies her]

Erielle: [Searches his eyes for the truth before her heart swells as he says no. She weaves her fingers through his hair as she rests her forehead against his] Deeply. [Whispers against his lips, stealing kiss after kiss from him] If you let me go.. I would find no reason to continue on, Joaquin. I long to be entirely yours.

Joaquin: [Frowns as he hears her words] Stop, Erielle. [He parts his lips as he realizes how deep her devotion is] Give me some time? This is much to think about.

Erielle: [Takes his hand and kisses his wrist and palm, wishing she could take his warmth inside of her again] If that is what you wish, Joaquin. [Presses her lips onto his and kisses him softly before slipping her tongue into his mouth to taste him]

Joaquin: [Watches as she showers him with affection before he moans at her kiss, his cock twitches beneath her as he grips her neck and returns it forcefully] Mngh.. eres mia?

Erielle: [Feels the light movement of his manhood while she kisses him slowly and passionately, feeding as much of her desire as she can] Ughhh.. [Moans as he crashes him mouth onto hers and kisses her harshly, submitting herself to it as he dominates her] Yes, Joaquin. [Gazes into his captivating eyes] I am devoted to you, my love. [Caresses his jaw]

Joaquin: [Kisses at her neck and breasts as he runs his hands over her thick mounds and squeezes her ass] Hm.. I want to be inside you again. [Looks up at her, lifting her up and sinking her down on his hard cock] Mngh.. [His eyes roll back at her tightness]

Erielle: [Involuntarily grinds on him as he covers her breasts with his hungered kisses before moaning lowly as kneads her thick ass with his hands] Take me as much as you wish, Joaquin. [Whispers sultrily before gasping in surprise as his cock stretches out her already rawed cunt, making her body tense up and melt for him all at once] Joaquin, oh god! [Places his hand on her throat, wanting him to show that she belongs to him as his thick cock tears into her tight pussy, causing pain and perfect pleasure again] I want to be your whore.. is this what they do, my love? [Rolls her lower stomach and hips in a sensual motion while lifting herself up and down his shaft to increase the sensation]

Joaquin: [Grunts as he lets her move atop him as she wants, his hand gripping her throat tightly] Mngh.. fuck yes, amante.. show me you’re my little whore. [Growls as he hears her wet noises, never having felt a cunt so pleasurable] Ungh.. you want my fucking children don’t you? [Slaps her cheek and spits in her mouth] Work for it. [Laughs darkly as he leans back and props his head up as he watches her work]

Erielle: [Moans breathlessly as he chokes her, increasing her pace as her pussy soaks his entire length] I need you. I need this.. [Bounces up and down his shaft without any constraints, needing to feel him deep inside of her and wanting to prove how devoted she is to being his whore] Mhmm! Yes, I want your children, Joaquin.. I want everything from you. [Whines as he slaps her before quickly licking up his spit as if it’ll melt away. She loves how aggressive he is before she shivers as he speaks his filthy demand] Ughhh.. It feels like heaven with you inside of me, love.. [Her full breasts bounce as she rides his cock passionately, hearing the wet noises and flesh pounding against flesh before she leans in and her tongue delves into his mouth]

Joaquin: [Cranes his neck to meet her lips as he sucks on her tongue] Ungh.. Erielle.. [Groans as she bounces atop him. He watches her little cunt take him in, unable to hold back as he spills inside her once more] Mngh! [Grips her ass and slaps her mounds as he forces her to milk his cock]

Erielle: [Moves her hips in a circular rhythm as she reaches the crown of cock, tightening and gripping his head with her walls before slamming down his length] Please, Joaquin! I want this from you.. I need it..! [Cries out before throwing her head back as he fills her with his warm cum, milking his length as she doesn’t stop moving] I worship you, my love.. [Licks his lips and grips his hair while shaking her thick mounds until every drop has filled her defiled pussy]

Joaquin: [Loves the way she grips his hair as he comes down from his high] Mngh.. fuck.. [His chest rises and falls] No one has ever made me feel this way.. [Groans at how good she is at taking his cock] I enjoy being worshipped..

Erielle: [Keeps him inside of her as her walls throb around his girth] Don’t give yourself to another woman, Joaquin.. No one will be as devoted to worshiping you as I am. [Insatiable, she sucks on his lips and continues to kiss him before slowly easing him out of her pussy, collecting the cum that drips out of her before licking it all up]

Joaquin: [Groans as he watches her filthy little display. He grabs her and forces her to lay with him] Hm.. [Hides his face in her neck]

Erielle: [Whines as her sore little body is taken to the floor. She relaxes as she pulls herself to him for his warmth] My love. My god. [Whispers as she inhaled the scent of his hair] What must I do to belong to you?

Joaquin: [Wraps his arms around her tightly] Give me a son. [Murmurs as his eyes are closed]

Erielle: [Gazes at him deeply before a smile slowly forms upon her full lips] If I do, will you belong to me as well, Joaquin? [Caresses his jaw before scratching the nape or his neck, wanting to bear his child]

Joaquin: Si. [Nods as he looks at her as she soothes his flesh with her touch] We would be married. [Murmurs]

Erielle: [Doesnt fully understand the concept of having a wife and getting married as she tilts her head at him] Would that mean you would be mine forever? And I would be yours?

Joaquin: Until I die. [Nods] Are you immortal, Erielle? [Tilts his head, wondering if they could truly work]

Erielle: [Her heart beats faster before she gazes into his eyes] No.. we age slower than those of your kind. [Murmurs as she knows she would devote her life to him and leave when he does] But.. there is a creature of the depths.. I heard she can make my kind completely human.

Joaquin: [Frowns as he hears her words] That sorcery sounds.. dangerous. [Doesn’t want her to risk her life for him] Why would you give up your magical life for me? [Gazes at her]

Erielle: [Pouts as he doesn’t seem ecstatic over her words] I cannot bear the thought of continuing on without you.. [Lowers her eyes as the idea makes her heart ache]

Joaquin: [Softens as she seems saddened. He strokes her hair] I am attached to you as well.. [Murmurs, wondering if he could live with himself running away from his village with her]

Erielle: [He soothes her with his touch as she leans in and kisses the corners of his laps] Do you want me to be yours forever, Joaquin? [Asks sweetly as her heart races]

Joaquin: I don’t have forever. Just my life.. [Says softly as he looks at her] I want you, si.

Erielle: [The color in her eyes changes as she falls deeper in love with him, willing to give up her magical form to be with him] Then I am yours, Joaquin. [Takes his hands and kisses his palms and wrists, being tender with him]

#v: Joaquin and Erielle #world: isla katalina #c: yours to ruin #type: smut #type: tension