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pentopaper23 · 3 months

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Our own form of courting: Chapter One - Dinner with a final course of courting.

Jealous was not a feeling that Jack was familiar with. As child he would simply take whatever he wanted and maybe deal with the consequences if he was caught.

So, sitting here now he was confused as to why he felt the way he did. He had been invited to yet another dinner at the Governor’s house and was fully expecting it to just be the usual attendees. But when he arrived there was an extra place around the table and a clearly rich man sitting at it. The man was engaging Belle in conversation and from the way she was looking at him Jack knew that she was bored. Jack's hold on his fork tightened when the man patted Belle's hand and she pulled away in annoyance her eyes flicking to his for a second and then returning to the other man.

Jack didn’t really know what their relationship was. Talks of congress and stolen kisses in the hospital storeroom had given him the impression that she was open to further engagement, but the unmoving judgement that was the class system stood in their way. A marriage or really any form of relationship between a Lady and a penniless Doctor was unheard off and not approved of. But the draw to her was unavoidable and they found themselves often tangle together in the storeroom each time she attends the hospital.

He thought about her morning, noon, and night. She was the first thing he thought of in the morning and the last thing at night when he struggled his way up to his room. Thoughts of her filled his head during the day when he was meant to be tending to people and her face filled his mind when he reached for himself at night to stem the ever-growing feeling of want and desire for her. She had frozen the first time she had felt him press hard up against her lower stomach during one of their stolen moments and blushed unable to meet his eyes, when Jack pulled away with stammered apologies. But as time went on, she had grown more assertive in her actions and started to drag moans from Jack when she moved against him as they kissed. One such moment had ended with her legs wrapped around his waist and their hips thrusting together in primal need, Jack had pulled away just in time to avoid spilling in his pants and Belle was left panting and flushed leaning up against the storeroom shelves rubbing her legs together to chase the unknown feeling that was flooding her body. Jack would remember said legs as he stoked himself to completion that night and gasped out her name at the memory of her hips moving against his.

“What say you Dr Dawkins?" Belle said trying to get Jack's attention to avoid speaking to Mr Glendale, "Jack!" she called again when he did not reply. Jack jolted and almost dropped his fork and looked at Belle in confusion. She looked back widening her eyes as if to say, 'save me for the love of god'.

"I’m sorry?" Jack said placing down his knife and fork trying to work out the question that was ask. "I said what do say you about the recent outbreak of flu that is sweeping across the city?" Belle asked again.

"Um, yes very bad indeed. Far too many cases are coming into the hospital, beds are starting to run low my Lady”.

"Father might it be time to talk about the hospital extension? I’m sure Dr Dawkins would be happy to make some recommendations." Belle said looking at her father who was in no way listening to the conversation. He like Jack too struggled to find an answer for a question that he hadn't listened to.

"Yes. Yes, that could be arranged." He said taking a deep sip of his wine really having no idea what he had agreed to. Belle rolled her eyes and looked at Jack with a faint smile. He returned it, that was until Mr Glendale took it upon himself to brush his hand over Belle's arm to garner her attention again. This time Belle didn’t try to hide her annoyance and moved her chair noisily to the side to place some distance between the two. Jack's anger flared up when Mr Glendale tried to hide a look annoyed at her action. Not that he was one to talk given their daily storeroom romps, but at least said romps were away from the public eye and didn’t make her uncomfortable.

Belle was very much over this dinner and the man sitting next to her. If he wasn’t boring her with talk of his “rather large estate” then his hands were wandering. First it was a pat on the hand and next a brush on her arm. She had noticed that Jack seemed to not be able to take his eyes off the man’s hand and she could see he was starting to get annoyed at the man. It wasn’t until Mr Glendale placed a rather firm hand on her upper leg that Belle did something. With a quick slip her knife sliced across the palm of her hand leaving what she thought was a shallow cut.

"Oh, silly me!" Belle gasped holding her bleeding hand in a fist, "I seem to have cut myself. Dr Dawkins if you could be of assistance" she said ignoring her mother disapproval and giving Jack a pointed look. "Yes of course" Jack said getting up and rounding the table to assist Belle with leaving the room. He held his arm out for her, and she took it immediately wishing nothing more then to leave the table.

"Belle, I don’t think..." her mother started but was cut off by her father when Belle let a drop of blood escape her fingers, "Now dear Dawkins can attend her." With a nod to the Governor Jack led her form the room and up to her bedroom.

Belle didn’t think the cut was deep enough to warrant a doctor's attention, but she was sick of being pawned over by Mr Glendale and had needed an exit before Jack leapt over the table and assaulted the man. She had been watching his movements ever since they sat down and knew he was on a wire's edge when she saw his jaw twitch and his hand tighten around his cutlery.

When they reached her bedroom Jack lead her over to her bed and sat her down on the edge. He knelt before her to and began to examine her hand. Contrary to what Belle had thought before it actually was quite a deep cut and would require a bandage of some sort. Jack rose and walked over to her supplies and began searching in silence. Belle could see that he was put out and it wasn’t just his normal annoyance at having to attend a dinner at the estate. She stopped her musing when he knelt back down in front of her and began cleaning the cut. He worked in silence meticulously cleaning cut and she couldn’t help but winced at random intervals when he had to dig in the fabric of the cloth into her broken skin. Blood was still slowly dripping down her palm and he put pressure on the pulse at her wrist to slow down the blood flow.

"I don’t like him touching you," Jack said quietly as he was bent over her hand. Belle bit her lip trying not to laugh, her sweet man was jealous. "Really? I hadn't noticed" she replied with a teasing tone. Jacks jaw twitched in annoyance again and his fingers had started to stoke the inside of her wrist lightly. "He shouldn’t be touching you like that in public" he continued without looking up at her. Wanting to see how far she could push him Belle teased again, "as opposed to how you touch me" she said biting her lip and slowly opening her legs so that he came to rest between them. Jack's fingers paused and she watched how he swallowed deeply, his eyes flicked to the closed door and then back to her hand before he stood up gathered her in his arms and kissing her deeply. Belle reacted in kind by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to rest against her between her parted legs.

He placed rough kisses down her neck that made her head roll back and she moan deeply. Hands began to franticly grab at each other's clothing and their hips were starting to roll against each other. Soon Jack's jacket had been discarded onto the floor and his necktie was somewhere over Belle’s shoulder where she had thrown it. In-kind the buttons on the front of her dress were undone, as was the under shirt beneath. Jack had pulled them open, and they were revealing her chemise and corset, her skirts was up bunched up around her waist showing a improper amount of leg and a thin sneak peak of her hips. "I don’t want him touching me either" Belle breathed out while Jack was attacking her neck with nursing sucks, and she felt him harden against her stomach in reaction to her words. She could feel that he was tense and not in the normal way he was when they stole kisses, and he was worried about being found or pushing too far into her space. His was tense in a way that made her think he was about to steal her away in the night and never let her out of his sight. Tense in a way she had never seen him before and the only thing she could think of was jealously. Bone deep, soul burning jealously. "I only want you" she confessed grabbing his face between his hands to make him look at her.

"I only want you, Jack. Only you." she continued, and Jack searched her face for any word of a lie. When he found none his shoulders relaxed and kissed her softly. Belle moaned when Jack hitched her legs up around his hips and started to grind against her. A chorus of moans and whimpers echoed in Belle’s room as the pair thrusted against each other. Jack could feel her warm wet heat against his hard length and could feel himself weeping into the inside of his pants. Groaning at the thought of having to reappear downstairs with a wet patch on his pant Jack pulled away and held Belle from him with a firm hand in the middle of her chest.

“What?” Belle panted still slightly moving her hips back and forth, Jack looked down at his erection and blushed when Belles eyes followed, “Oh,” she said. Jack swallowed, “If we go any further, I won’t be able to hide the effects of our actions on the fabric of my pants”. Belle looked confused for a moment and then her eyes widened in understanding, “Can’t you just…take it out?” she asked shyly. Jack pulled her back into his arms, “I could. But we haven’t…” his words faded off hoping she would understand. She did and nodded in understanding, “I want you to. Want to see you” she whispered against his lips before gently biting them. Jack shuddered when he felt her soft hands start to unbutton his pants and buried his head in her neck and moaned when he felt her pulled out his hard cock from its fabric coverings. She timidly stoked him a few times before he had to pull away with a harsh cut off moan of pleasure. He reached down quickly and gripped the base tightly hoping to stop his orgasm. He succeeded and pulled her against him again, returning her legs to high on his hips. He felt her jolt when his warm length brush against her wet womanhood.

He began to slowly thrust against her, and she tightened her arms around him. Their lips slipped together with want and Belle groaning against Jack’s tongue as he licked feverishly into her mouth. She gasped against his kiss as his fingers dug harder into her soft legs and her gasp turned to a needy whine for more when his cock slide over her clit. He groaned desperately; his arms moved to wrap around the small of Belle’s back to pull her in closer as the other hand weaved through the back of her hair. She cried out as he gripped her hair with a sharp but subdued tug, the new position allowing his hard cock to hit her clit harder.

"Goddammit." Jack growled out, his eyes wild with heat and absolute want. His hips were starting to jerk uncontrollably, and Belle was starting to feel a deep pulsating tightening in her stomach. With each rut, Belle could feel the rolling arousal come closer and closer to the edge until she was whimpering into his scathing kiss.

"I...I'm gonna...,” She breathed out against his lips, sharp pangs of ecstasy shooting through her clit as Jack continued to snap his hips against her. He growled low and raw as he let go of her hair and gripped her hips tightly and started to thrust harder into her. Belle cried out and moaned against his tongue as her hands ran through his hair. A few long moments passed before Belle’s hands gripped his hair with a cry, her back arching as she felt her orgasm completely wreck her and made her vision blur around the edges. She heard Jack let out a strangled groan and felt the erratic and final thrust of his hips against her before he stilled, his cock twitching against her still pulsing heat and he buried his face in her neck, his mouth opens in a silent cry of pleasure against her slick skin.

There was silence, the only sound being the panting between the pair and Belle’s soft whimpering as Jack rocked slowly against her trying to draw out every last beat of pleasure form the both of them. Guiding his lips to hers she groaned a final “Jack” into him, and he stilled with his own moan of contentment. They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other breathing deeply.

“That was…”

“One of many?” Belle jokes pushing him away gently so she would clean herself up. Their mixture releases were coating her mound and inner thighs, and she could feel them sliding down towards the inside of her knees. Jake laughed at her joke as she bent to pick up one of the cloths he had brought over. He lifted her again and began to wipe the insides of her legs and smirked when he brushed over her womanhood, and she jerked with a deep moan.

“Never one of many” he said placing a kiss under her jaw. Before she had time to repay his kindness and clean his now soft cock, there was a sharp knock at the door that had them scrambling to redress and once Jack tad tucked himself back into his pants, he was frantically trying to gather all the medical supplies that had ended up on the floor and hide the cloth that was covered in their releases. He tucked said cloth into his jacket pocket and grabbed a now dressed Belle's hand just in time for the door to open to reveal her mother standing there.

"It should be fine now my Lady. It won’t need stitches." he said patting her hand gently. Lady Jane eyed him suspiciously as he walked past her running a hand through his now messy hair and he threw an apologetic look over his shoulder to the now cornered Belle. They had definitely lost track of time and been upstairs for far too long.

Belle looked away from the retreating form of Jack and played with her well tied bandage trying to not meet her mother’s eye line "Belle...," her mother started in a disapproving tone. "Mama don’t start please," she said knowing what her mother was going to say and she didn’t want to hear it.

"You may think me unkind Belle, but no relationship with a man of his background can end well and we both know it."

"I love him," Belle said determinedly jumping off the bed and squaring her shoulders to face her mother. Lady Jane took in her daughters flushed complexion, rumbled clothes, and sighed. She closed the door softly and walked closer to her daughter.

"My dear, I know that it may seem like that now. But once reality sets in and you see that he cannot provide for you, the world will snap into a sharp and harsh focus." She said taking her daughters injured hand gently.

"He is a good man Mama and I truly believe he would make happy, and I will want for nothing that I desire" Belle said. Her mother scoffed at this, and Belle ripped her hands from hers and spaced in anger, tears forming in her eyes.

"I don’t care that we won’t live in a house like this!" Belle said waving her hands around her room, "and I don’t care that he has no title. I love him. I love him Mama and I won’t be made to feel bad about that. He is kind, so much kinder than any of the men you have thrown in my path, and he is smart Mama, oh you have no idea how smart he is. At last, I am on equal footing with a man that doesn’t make me feel silly or inadequate. We spend hours talking about a world of things and he listen to me Mama, he really listens to me and cares about my thoughts. He is gentle and when he...and when he kisses me, I never want him to stop. But he always does and there is never any pressure from him to fully ruin myself and by god I want him to ruin me, if just to stop other man from thinking they can have me." Belle said throwing herself at her mother's feet and grasping at her hands, "Mama I am begging you, please give us you’re blessing. I want for no one else and there will be no one else but him" Belle begged again pleading for her mother to understand.

Lady Jane looked at her daughter in shock, she could have sworn that the pasting flash in the pan between the two of them was just that, passing and would burn out once the doctor had had his fill. Never did she think for a second the connect between the two ran this deep. She noted the terrified look in her daughters eyes and the tears that were rolling down her cheeks, she was also trying to ignore the hastily button dress and dark bruises forming low on her neck. She felt Belle's hands tighten in hers and was drawn back to her daughters pleading face and concluded that there was no hope in fighting this connection. She knew that Dr Dawkins gentlemen like ways would not hold out forever and not to mention her daughters own apparent wants and a child born out of wedlock was more of a scandal then her titled daughter marrying a man of a lower station.

Lady Jane had to admit the one thing that Jack Dawkins had his in corner was an unblemished military recorded and an officer title to his name. Military titles and battle born bravely went along way for untitled men in their family's circles and she knew that her husband held Mr Dawkin’s navel career in the highest regard. The truth of the matter was that her daughter could do better, but she could do worse then Naval doctor with no title or family.

"Mama?" Belle asked breaking the silence that had fallen over the two. "We shall speak to you father. Ask your good doctor to stay behind tonight once dinner has concluded." Belle let out a sob and threw herself into her mother's arms, "Thank you Mama! Thank you!"

The rest of dinner passed without issue and easy conversation. Lady Jane now in full understanding of her daughter’s heart was now privy to the small looks the pair shared over the table and the cold looks that Jack sent Mr Glendale each time he spoke to Belle. She had to give it to them, if you didn’t know they were in love you wouldn’t have noticed the slight blush on the doctors face when Belle smiled at him or the slight shake of her daughters hands when Jack smiled back. Lady Jane was trying to think back on the all the dinners the Doctor has attended and was trying to remember if she had noticed the looks before. She couldn’t remember a time and now was even more convinced that they were at least equally paired in their skills of deception if not in their love for each other.

Jack was almost at the front door when he was pulled into the Governer's study and felt lips connected with his. His hands held Belle's face to his and he chuckled as he gently pushed her away, "You will be the death of me" Belle smiled and kissed him again. Jack’s hands started to wander, and she found herself slowly slipping into his warm arms and forgetting why she had pulled him in there. Voices from the hallway brought her back to her senses and she pulled herself away from Jack with a groan. She laughed when Jacks lips tried to follow her, and his eyes were still closed in bliss.

"Mama has given us permission to court" she said quickly and laughed again when is eyes snapped opened. He didn’t say anything and was just looking at her in confusion. Her smiled faded the longer he just stood there in silence. "Jack?" she said confused at his reaction and wondering why he wasn’t more excited at the idea of being with her. Oh god, what is her mother was right Belle thought and the cold feeling of dread began to settle in her flipping stomach. What I he did indeed have no plans of marrying her and what if he lied about their time together and the plan all along was to make her one of his many. She was going to be sick, and she felt a look of disgust forming on her face.

"You said I wasn’t one of many," she said sadly as tears began to form in the corner of her eyes, "You never planned on marrying me did?" she asked his still silent form. Jack on the other hand was reeling, his thought bouncing around his mind faster than he could think about them and all he wanted was to kiss her.

"Jesus Jack!" Belle yelled angrily, "I can't...," But she was cut short by Jack slamming their lips together in a harsh kiss. She lost her footing slightly and stumbled back against the bookcase. Jack was pressed tightly against her and was driving his tongue into her mouth with passionate abandonment. Belle had whiplash and her brain was foggy, his lips were the only thing she could think about.

"What’s the meaning of this?" Her father thundered making the pair break apart as if they had been yank by invisible strings. Jack wiped his mouth his thumb and looked at Belle for help, but Belle was looking at him for the same. Silence fell over the study as the group just stood there, Belle and Jack in slight embarrassment, her mother in shocked annoyance and her father in anger.

"Father," Belle said, but was cut off by her father holding up a finger to silence her. He turned to Jack with a look of fury, "I invite you into this house and this is how you repay me! Taking advantage of my daughter!" He yelled striding towards Jack. Jack had just enough time to duck under her father’s hands and come to stand beside her, Belle took his shaking hand in hers not knowing what else to do.

"My dear calm is needed," He mother said moving to take her father's hand, "Belle and I have spoken on this and I have given my blessing. Perhaps we should speak on this".

"Blessing! What blessing? There is nothing to blessing!" He father continued to yell.

"Father I love him!" Belle yelled back and this silenced the Governor. He looked between the two of them and his eyes fell to their entwined hands. "Love? You barely know him, Isabelle!" He yelled. If Belle was startled by the use of her full name, she didn’t show it, she turned into Jack and wrapped her other hand across her body to hold his forearm, "Yes Father. I love him and he returns my love" she said looking up at Jack with all but stars in her eyes, he returned her look tenfold and rubbed his thumb over their joined hands.

"Why don’t we sit?" Her mother pressed leading her father over to his desk and stood beside him when he sat down. When the pair didn’t move she snapped, "Sit. Now." Belle and Jack rushed to take their place on the chairs opposite her father.

"Explain." the Governor said sharply. Belle started but was cut off again and the Governor spoke to Jack. "Now Lieutenant"

Jack sat up straight as if his rank was an invisible string through the top of his head and held his head high. "I love your daughter Sir. More than I can put into words. I know that my station is of a concern, but I am Gentleman Officer and know what circles my rank provides me entry into. With respect Sir I will love her with or without your permission. If she will have me," Jack said looking towards Belle. She again has tears in her eyes and reached over to hold his hand again. "Belle?" Her father asked, and without looking away from Jack she nodded, "Yes. I return Doctor Dawkins’ feelings and affections whole heartedly."

Her father sighed and slumped back into his chair, "You must know that people will not understand”.

"I don’t care," Belle said quickly looking at her father, "He is a Naval Lieutenant, an Officer and a Doctor. He is not so far beneath my rank to cause gossip and even than we should not listen to it." The Governor nodded and like the military man was he knew when a battle was lost and by the looks of couple sitting before him, he was well and truly beaten.

"Marriage?" He asked Jack plainly. "Eventually with your blessing Sir" Jack answered back with well-rehearsed soldiers’ quickness. The Governor nodded in acceptance and turned to his wife, "My dear?".

"I see no other option, as our daughter has made it bluntly clear there will be no severing of this relationship. Marriage will be the end goal, but six months of courting should temper down any rumours of any...impropriety." Jack and Belle both blushed at her mother insinuation and her father was trying to look anywhere but the couple or the abused bookcase.

"I take it you understand the rules of courting Doctor Dawkins?" Lady Jane asked. "Yes, my Lady," Jack lied and Belle tried to not laugh. Of course, he didn’t know the rules of courting, where he came from courting was a non-issue. Normally pregnancy was the motivation for marriage and many a woman had been forced into an unhappy situation due to a moment of starvation or lust.

"Very well. You have our blessing to court Lady Belle Doctor Dawkins," The Governor said standing up from his desk. He held out his hand for Jack to shake and pulled him in close to speak quietly to him, "Just know Dawkins if any word reaches my ears that you have been improper with Lady Belle or caused her any harm, know that laws don’t cover everything in this place and a father can be far more dangerous than a governor when pushed." He let go of Jack's hand and placed a gentle kiss on Belle cheek before leaving the room.

"You will not embarrass this family do you understand" Lady Jane said to both of them, "No children shall come from this partnership until you are marriage, no untoward public shows of affection and for the love of god Doctor Dawkins no more sneaking into my daughter’s bedroom. We have a front door!" She yelled before following her husband from the room.

Jack let out a sigh and fell back into his chair, Belle moved to sit on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jack relaxed into her hold and wrapped his own arms around her. "You lied" Bell whispered against his neck. Jack shrugged, "Just a small one" he confessed. "You have no idea about the rules of courting" Belle laughed as his hand moved down to fondle her ass. "This isn’t one of them?" Jack asked against her lips as his hands now wandered up to cup her breasts. Belle groaned into their kiss and could feel his equal excitement against her leg.

"Holly hell, we're in trouble" Belle said breaking their kiss to rest their foreheads together. They were both panting and not at all concerned with the fact that they were breaking many of the seemingly unknown courting rules.

"So much trouble," Jack replied before pulling her face back towards his and joining their lips again in a heated kiss.

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manawari · 4 months

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Popstar!Hae-in × Rockstar!Jin-woo

Hae-in wearing those colorful/bright outfits while Jin-woo is— well. . . Black.

Both have been in the industry for a long time. Jin-woo writes his own songs and Hae-in does as well, though she occasionally lets her closest friends help, especially when it comes to songs that have a romantic touch on them.

When her manager, Woo Jin-chul, suggests that she should put a "different vibe" on her songs, adding that it will attract new audience. Hae-in spends half of the day contemplating on how to make use of her manager's suggestion. That is until a particular song blares in the tv; it captures Hae-in's attention and she turns to see a music video, performed by none other than Sung Jin-woo. A rockstar with an alluring rhythm and eloquent lyrics. Shock fills Hae-in's eyes, finding herself connected to the music like a magnetic force.

She sends a message to the rockstar. However, it took a few days as Jin-woo is on tour, and when he opens his socials, he sees a message from Cha Hae-in, the country's popstar sweetheart.

The popstar has spoken nice things about him and his songs. Jin-woo feels like he's reading an essay. Then, the message concluded with an invitation to meet up together.

He does meet up with her at the building where Hae-in is doing a photoshoot for her album. Jin-woo thinks he wouldn't be surrounded by any of his fans until several people go up and ask him for a picture. It takes a couple of minutes once Jin-woo is now free after Hae-in called his name. Although, she is embarrassed since she has kept him waiting, which Jin-woo dismisses and that he got a bit pressured as he had to interact with different people after his concerts.

Turns out, Hae-in wishes that he could teach her or introduce his ways to her. She also explains what her manager had suggested which is why she had chosen to reach out to him.

Jin-woo goes "yeah, sure, why not?" — after all, he's on a break anyway and won't mind showing a thing or two to the popstar. However, he does have doubts if Hae-in can succeed in trying some of his styles.

Hae-in tries. Other times she fails because her tone is unable to fit in the rhythm, so Jin-woo will have to adjust to fix it. Her voice isn't suitable for lowering and Jin-woo advices her to not force it and go with what she's most comfortable and just work on the emotions.

Her manager is the only person whom Hae-in tells about Jin-woo. Jin-chul is surprised, knowing how serious and reserved Jin-woo is; either way, he sends payment to the rockstar. Jin-woo returns the money to him right away since what he does isn't a work.

Fans are impressed with the new releases. As said, the songs manage to garner new fans as well. Hae-in is happy, yet doesn't reveal her "secrets" as to protect Jin-woo's privacy.

Jin-woo congratulates her with the success and Hae-in wants to treat him for a meal.

Basically, they support each other despite their major differences. Jin-woo listens to Hae-in's songs secretly even though it's not his cup of tea, but enjoys it, especially with the new ones.

While Hae-in is shown in numerous clothing and accessories, Jin-woo refuses to even let the stylists do his hair. The only styles he allows the stylists will do are parting his hair from right, left, or to the middle; sometimes he accepts having either side of his hair swept back.

Jin-woo likes it when Hae-in sends him her covers of his songs. He tries doing the same and Hae-in turns into a blushing mess.

Jin-woo having a small tattoo of Hae-in's name, tainted in her favorite colors instead of black, on the spot near his collarbone. His first plan was to put it on his inner wrist, but then he knows the public will notice it anyway.

Whenever Hae-in winks at the camera, Jin-woo blushes as he watches through his phone.

Hae-in takes Jin-woo shopping sometimes. The former doesn't even complain and it makes his manager, Yoo Jin-ho, "give full respect" to Hae-in.

Hae-in putting eyeliner on Jin-woo before his performance on stage ajegsugwhdge

#someone brainrot more of this with me ahdgshdg #should be a lot but my brain is no longer processing more ideas #solo leveling #sung jin woo #cha hae in #jinhae

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persnicketypomelo · 1 year

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Yandere Phantom of the Opera Musical vs. Book (pt. 2)

part 1

Book

Enjoy this Lon Chaney GIF since I don't know what else to put.

Ah, Leroux’s Erik…probably the more terrifying of the two.

With a skeletal frame, sunken nose socket, and death-tinted skin, it is far harder for the novel version of Erik to assimilate with others than his musical counterpart.

(It is quite funny how the musical version has opted for a wig whilst in the novel he embraces his baldness—save the few tufts of hair at the front of his head)

Not to mention his yellow, cat-like eyes that burn with an intensity that hurts to look at.

He is mysterious and collected, but rather than charming, he is horrifying.

The Phantom would far rather use his abilities to extort what he wants than to use charm.

We have seen the mischief he gets up to with optical illusions and a thorough knowledge of the opera house he built.

Meeting him and garnering his affection would be far more up to chance than with the musical Phantom.

Jaded from experiencing the horrors of humanity, his tolerance/kindness towards people is very limited, extending only to the Persian (and even his patience with him wears thin) and Madame Giry.

To become interested in you, you must have managed to have impress him in some way.

Perhaps you extend an act of kindness towards him, or perhaps your talents as a performer in his opera house catch his attention.

Depending on how you pique his interest, his plans to contact you will be different.

As a singer, he will opt to tutor you from behind the walls, relying on his voice to calm you if the presence of a disembodied voice frightens you.

If musical Erik’s voice is beautiful, then novel Erik’s voice is angelic.

If you intrigue him through a different means, he will prefer to send you notes, and it may alarm you where you find them.

You might come home to find one in your pillow or at your door, but I think he would prefer to attach it to your clothing.

For example, you may find a slip of paper in your pockets or fastened to your coat.

He prefers to remain unseen and unnoticed. Once you do see him, it would already be too late.

Erik will only reveal himself, even with his mask, once he can assure you won’t escape him. So if he appears before you, then it’s safe to say he plans on kidnapping you, at least temporarily.

He has a fantasy of living a happy, domestic life after everything he has been through, and you are a projection of that.

Living with him, you will find him to be emotionally volatile—prone to intense anger, despair, and joy. He has no ability to regulate his emotions, and his obsessive tendencies are an extension of that.

If you take off his mask, he will burst into a fit of rage, maybe physically hurting you in the process (though he wouldn’t ever do so intentionally). Afterwards, he will be glued to his piano, and you will hear his sobs from many rooms over.

Unmasking Erik would only make him tighten his leash around you.

Before you might’ve been able to convince you to set you free, if you reassure him you would still come visit him, but now he is set on not letting you go.

More than anything, he craves love and acceptance, and if you offer it to him (either sincerely or as an act), you could persuade him to give you back your freedom with time.

#erik phantom #phantom of the opera x reader #phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #gaston leroux #erik destler #poto #x reader #reader insert #headcannons #headcanon #drabbles #yandere #obsessive #pt 2 of 2 #lovesick

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formulauno98 · 1 year

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Once Upon a Time in Monaco | Chapter Three

Everyone knew that Monaco was a special race weekend but you weren't quite prepared for exactly how special it would be. Glitz, glamour and yachts, you had arrived.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: This one is a slow burn so none

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

WEDNESDAY PM

You arrived in Monte Carlo on a bright and sunny Wednesday afternoon, having enjoyed a whistle-stop tour of Brackley the day before. You’d been pleasantly surprised by your office space, it was roomy and modern and you’d feel right at home there- if you ever got to stay in the UK for more than a few days.

As promised your office was right next door to Toto’s, something you weren’t sure was a blessing or a curse. The tall Austrian was still an enigma to you, sometimes he was warm and friendly, almost flirtatious, then the next minute a mask would go on and his demeanour completely shifted to cold and distant. You weren’t sure which one was the real Toto but suspected he was somewhere halfway between the two acts.

The rest of the team had been brilliant in welcoming you into the role, with endless patience for your questions. You were pleased with the way that your department functioned and so far had no major red flags to report to the board. You were a little apprehensive about the impending UBS dinner but reassured that Toto would be there and that he had a close relationship with one of the stakeholders. They were the sponsor who offered the most in return for the least so an important company to keep on board for next season.

Your hotel in Monte Carlo was the best one yet, with a small balcony with a beautiful view of the famous harbour. It was a truly pinch me I’m dreaming situation.

As you unpacked your phone buzzed, it was Lara.

Hello Y/N. Hope you had a safe flight. TW will pick you up from your hotel at 19:45 for the 20:00 dinner. Thanks, Lara.

Surprised he would be driving himself you hurried a reply.

It went well thank you, Lara, sounds perfect. Thank you for organising.

Glancing at the clock and seeing it was just past six o’clock, you realised you had plenty of time to unpack, find an outfit and answer some emails.

——

You’d packed a few different outfit options having done a deep-dive stalk of the restaurant on Instagram, trying to decide what would best fit the vibe and the clientele. It was an upscale hotel restaurant with a panoramic view of the harbour and seemed to attract all sorts, from glamorous tourists to lowkey locals. After much deliberating, and a few texts to your trusted girlfriends’ group chat, you settled on a simple navy silk slip dress with a navy pinstripe men’s blazer artfully placed across your shoulders.

You paid special attention to your hair and make-up, keen to make a good impression and represent the team in the best way possible. It was a red lipstick situation and the bold pop of colour gave you the boost of confidence you needed.

At 19:40 you decided to head down to the lobby, not sure where Toto would be collecting you from. To your surprise he was already waiting in the lobby, looking incredibly dapper in a navy linen jacket, white shirt and crisp beige chinos. He was a striking man and you could see why he garnered so much attention in the paddock, standing head and shoulders above most of the other Team Principals. You saw him do a double take as he clocked you crossing the lobby.

"Good Evening Y/N. You look beautiful," he said leaning down to kiss you on each cheek in the traditional European custom.

Slightly blushing you replied, "Thank you Toto, and so do you."

He chuckled, "Thank you. I try. I’ve parked the car with the valet, let’s go and grab it."

You followed him out of the lobby, more than aware that he was attracting curious stares and trying to ignore them.

"I hope you weren’t waiting too long, Lara told me 19:45 so I thought I was early," you said apologetically.

"No, not at all, I was early. We’re obviously on the same timing." he smiled as the valet went to fetch his car, "So, have you been to Monte Carlo before?"

"Glad to hear it. Yes, I’ve been quite a few times but I’ve never stayed anywhere with such a good view."

"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow, "Well another one of our sponsors is to thank for that."

"Smart move that one," your eyes widened as the valet pulled up in one of the most breathtaking cars you had ever seen. An original silver Mercedes 300SL. "Wow."

"You like it?" he asked, taking the keys from the very nervous-looking valet and thanking him with a stack of Euro bills.

"Maybe." you laughed, "How do I get in?"

That elicited a laugh from Toto who ran around to open the gullwing door for you.

"Thank you, that saved me some embarrassment!" you climbed in, being careful not to flash anyone in your dress.

"You’re welcome," he shot you a charming grin, "All in?"

"Yes thank you,” you smiled back at him.

He closed the door carefully and made his way around to the driving seat, climbing in next to you. He was a tall man and his legs only just fit, making it a tight squeeze and a cosy fit next to you.

It was a short drive to the restaurant which you spent going over strategy, what you’d like to gain from next year’s sponsorship deal and what Toto thought they would be after from your end. He was clearly a conscientious leader who paid attention to the smallest of details. You mentally noted that he was probably not the kind of boss to suffer fools gladly and hoped you would never be on the end of his scrutinising.

——

The dinner went smoothly. You met with your two UBS counterparts and they were amiable to your offers for next year, even willing to send a little extra sponsorship money your way. Toto played hardball and you played the friendly new face, flirting up a storm with the two older gentlemen. This raised Toto’s eyebrows a few times, worrying you that you had gone too far at some points. You then reigned it in and successfully closed the deal, contracts would be drawn up in the morning and would be finalised over the coming weeks. All in all a productive dinner and you were beaming from ear to ear by nine-thirty.

You bid the UBS team goodnight and made your way out of the restaurant with Toto. Again, you could feel eyes on him wherever he went, making a note to ask him about this once you had got to know him better. As you went to collect your jackets from the cloakroom he gently placed a hand on your shoulder and asked, “So, do you want to sit somewhere and debrief? There is a place down the street that I know.”

Surprised by his eagerness to work into the night you turned your head to face him, replying, “Sure, I’m happy to work on this tonight. Shall I get our jackets first?”

“Excellent.” he smiled, dropping his hand from your shoulder, “Yes good idea, it can get cold here at night and it’s a short walk.”

You collected your jackets from the cloakroom and made your way out into the street outside. It had gotten dark whilst you were inside, the street bathed in inky moonlight. Not sure where you needed to go you let Toto take the lead.

"It’s not far but it’s quieter than the restaurant. It’s just down there," he said, gesturing towards the end of the road.

"Good idea," you said, slightly struggling to keep up with his pace, the height difference glaringly obvious.

Noticing you were lagging behind, Toto turned around, "I’m so sorry, are you alright with your shoes?"

You laughed, surprised he’d noticed your strappy heels "No no it’s fine, you’re just so much taller than me, one of your steps is equal to about three of mine."

He blushed, "Oh, sorry, I always forget. Not very gentlemanly of me." He slowed down his pace, allowing you to catch up.

"No worries, maybe I’ll need to get a scooter if we do any long paddock walks." you smiled at him.

"Not in those shoes though I hope," he smirked, "You look great tonight by the way. The UBS guys were very taken with you."

Now it was your turn to blush. "Thank you, I was worried I went a little too far in flattering them so reigned it in. But glad it worked."

"Well it’s not a tactic I tend to use, but I think those guys have trouble saying no to a beautiful woman. Maybe you’re our new secret weapon with the sponsors." Toto slowed down as you approached a non-descript set of double doors, partially obscured by a sweeping bougainvillaea trellis.

Glad it was dark enough to hide your reddening face, you weren’t sure what to say, "You’re telling me you’ve never charmed people like that? I’m sure it would go down a storm."

"What can I say? Those men just aren’t receptive to my advances. Believe me, I have tried." Toto smirked as he opened the door for you, allowing you to step into a rustic space with a long bar, plush red velvet seating and low-hanging wooden chandeliers.

A sharply dressed man appeared to greet you both, "Good evening Mr Wolff and to you Madame. How are you this evening?"

"Very well thank you, Sebastian. And yourself? Could we please take one of the booths at the back?" Toto replied, clearly a regular.

"Glad to hear it, I am very well thank you. Please follow me," he said, leading his way to a second, more intimate room behind the bar.

Sebastian discreetly took your jackets and promised to return with a menu. As you settled into the red velvet banquette you could tell why Toto liked it here. There was one small group of businessmen in the corner, quietly chatting but apart from that you were undisturbed.

"So, do you come here often?" you said, immediately laughing at your choice of phrase.

Chuckling from across the table, Toto replied, "Not often but enough for them to know me. It’s a good spot as it’s quieter than most of the other places in town but has impeccable service."

"A good find. So what was it that you’d like to discuss?" you crossed your arms, getting down to business.

"I wanted to know how you thought that went, the good, the bad and the ugly. I know you’ve dealt with sponsors before and I was very pleased with the outcome." he leant back into the banquette.

Taking a measured pause, you echoed his body language, leaning back into the plush red cushions, "I feel largely positive, grateful you were there as coming into this fresh there are always going to be details I am not yet aware of." you took a moment to consider, "To be honest, I feel I could have negotiated harder but didn’t want to step on your toes."

Toto raised his eyebrows and leant across, looking at you in curiosity, "How much harder? Do you think I was too easy?"

A little unnerved, you tried to be diplomatic, "No, not at all, it was a great deal but I do think as a newcomer I could have gone in harder. It’s harder to backtrack further down the line with these types of annual deals."

"Interesting, perhaps let’s test this theory next time. You could be correct, they were very receptive to you. We will have similar talks coming with IWC. I could take a step back?" he said, turning his head as Sebastian approached your booth with a small menu.

"Monsieur, Madame, sorry to interrupt but would you like to review our wine list? Or perhaps you would prefer to order something from the bar?" he said, handing you the small burgundy leather card.

"Could I take a Negroni please?" said Toto, before you had even had a chance to turn the menu over.

Slightly flustered, you decided to play it safe and order the same, "Could I have one please too?"

"Two negronis, coming right away," Sebastian whisked the menu away and made his way back through the bar.

"A negroni man, huh?" you said, raising an eyebrow, "Sbagliato, with prosecco in it?"

Clearly not the most familiar with the viral Negroni Tiktok, Toto looked confused, "I've heard that before somewhere. Is it a speciality in England?"

You laughed, "It's a stupid internet thing, on Tiktok."

"Oh. I think the social media team might have shown me." he said, his brow furrowed, trying to remember, "Maybe we should order one next?"

"I have to say, I am curious to see if it lives up to the hype," you smiled, before adding, "So you're not on Tiktok?"

"No, I'm far too old for it. My children send them to me but I would not even know where to start. Dancing is not my strong point." he said, ruffling a hand through his hair.

"I'm too old for Tiktok but I don't let it stop me," you winked, "You know you are very popular on it. As soon as I was offered the first job interview I familiarised myself with our brand content on every platform. There are a hell of a lot of thirst traps of you and our drivers."

"Thirst traps?" he looked at you quizically.

"I'm not even sure where to begin on this one," you tailed off as Sebastian appeared with two cut crystal tumblers.

As he settled them down on the table, Toto interjected, "Sebastian, could we also get two Negroni Sbagliato with prosecco?"

You couldn't help but laugh, hearing the phrase in Toto's deep Austrian voice was something else entirely.

Sebastian looked taken aback, likely also not au-fait with the Tiktok, "Sure, coming right up."

As he disappeared once again, you turned to face Toto, who now had a sparkle in his eye. "Don't tell the social media team, they'll make me say it for them."

You grinned, "Funnily enough that was my very first thought. You'd go viral in no time."

"So what is a thirst trap?" Toto asked, "And cheers to a successful evening by the way. Here's to many more," He raised his glass to yours and clinked them, keeping eye contact as was the custom in France.

"I'm not escaping this one, am I?" you groaned, "A thirst trap is when people post sexy photos or videos on the internet for attention."

"What photos and videos are they posting of me?" Toto asked, his eyes wide in horror.

"Various, I saw everything from you smashing tables to your post Abu Dhabi partying antics."

Looking a little embarrassed, Toto made a face, "I can't believe it. And you think this is intended to be sexy?"

Not sure how to respond delicately, you skirted around, "They call you Daddy Toto. So 100%."

At that, Toto choked on his drink, "They call me what?"

"Daddy Toto."

"Daddy Toto?"

Again, his accent made the phrase sound even more ridiculous, "Indeed. I told you you had an army of female fans. Netflix asked you to film gym scenes. Who did you think wanted them?"

"Weight-lifting enthusiasts?" he said weakly.

"I think for that to be the case you'd need to be lifting more than ten kilos," you teased, still not letting him forget your gym session.

"Very funny." he took a sip of his drink, "Well, you learn something new every day."

"I do think we could exploit it a little," you echoed his body language, sipping your drink. It was stronger than you expected so you were mindful to take it slow. "Give the people what they want."

"And what's that?" he said, his voice low.

"Thirst traps of Daddy Toto," you said seriously making eye contact before you both broke out into laughter.

"For a price, maybe." he smiled, sipping more of his drink.

----

You spent the next hour nursing Negronis and discussing the ins and outs of the following day's media circuit. Toto was due to attend a Team Principal press conference with his arch-rival, Christian Horner, and was not looking forward to it.

"At least there is Mattia to take some of the heat," you said, reassuringly, "He has a lot to answer for following Ferrari's issues."

"This is true," Toto sat back, suddenly eyeing up the lineup of empty glasses in front of him, "Shall I order one more round?"

Aware that you were now three strong drinks deep, you knew that one more would tip you into drunk territory, "I'm not sure, I'm feeling quite merry, I'm not sure how useful I will be talking shop if I have one more."

"We're done talking about work, we can have one more for the road?"

"Well, if you insist," you smiled, easily swayed.

Toto gestured towards Sebastian and the older man made his way once again to the bar.

"So, Y/N, now we're off duty, I want to know more about you. I'm curious, we have spent a lot of time together but I don't know much about you."

Surprised by this sudden line of questioning, you retorted, "Well, I don't know so much about you."

"What would you like to know?" he said, the glint back in his eyes, "I'm an open book."

"What do you like doing outside of motorsports? You have children right?"

"Two questions in one, that's not fair." he sat back, "So yes I do have two children but they're old now and don't want to spend so much time with me. My son is in college and my daughter is due to go in September."

"I'm sure that's not the case," you said sympathetically, well aware that most teenagers don't want to hang out with their parents.

"I do try to see them as much as possible, they're great people. I text them every day."

"There you go, texting them every day, that's an achievement in itself with teenagers."

"They don't always reply," he said with a smile.

"But they send you Tiktoks?"

"That is true, and then I don't always reply."

"So what do you do when you're not with the kids? What keeps you busy?"

"Honestly, not so much. I cook, I try to stay fit, go outdoors, and spend time in nature. I'm pretty boring."

"That's not boring, it sounds delightful." you decided to take the opportunity to dig deeper, "So there's no Mrs Wolff?"

"Not anymore." he said wistfully, "That ship sailed about a decade ago. The children were younger and I worked all the time and was never home. It was never going to end well."

"You can't blame yourself, it's always six of one and half a dozen of the other in these situations." you tailed off, your words unconvincing as you caught yourself thinking about your recent breakup.

"Perhaps." he said, before musing "So, is there a Mr Y/N?"

"There was, but he decided to dive into thirst traps when he already had a fiancé. I had to end things when I found out."

"I'm sorry to hear that, for what it's worth, he sounds like an idiot," Toto said, looking at you curiously. "So did this trigger the job change?"

"Am I that much of a cliché?" you laughed, flicking your hair over your shoulder, "Yes, I packed my bags, left our house and put it straight on the market. If you know anybody who needs a country cottage for a reasonable price, send them my way."

"You lived in a cottage?" Toto looked surprised, "I would not have guessed that."

"Why would I not live in a cottage?"

"I don't know, you look more glamorous than someone who lives in a cottage."

"You're crazy. I grew up in the countryside, I'm a country girl at heart."

"I'll take your word for it," said Toto, as Sebastian approached with your final round of drinks.

"Monsieur, Madame, just to inform you that we will be closing shortly. If you wish to order more drinks please note that service will be ending in twenty minutes," he said as he set your drinks down and collected the empty glasses that were scattered across the table.

"Thank you, Sebastian, can I get the cheque, please? I think we're done for the night." Toto suggested.

"No problem Mr Wolff, I will be back in two minutes."

As Sebastian once again disappeared Toto continued his line of questioning. "So, you grew up in the countryside, but you're not British?"

"What makes you think that?"

"How do you answer every question with a question? You'd make a great politician you know. I heard you speaking Spanish last weekend, you sound native."

"Kind of, my Grandfather is Argentine, so I can speak a little. I've heard you speak several languages, is Spanish one of them?"

"Sadly not, maybe you can teach me?" he looked at you expectantly, his rich, brown eyes heavy.

"Only if you teach me German."

"Deal." he reached out and grabbed your hand, shaking it as if it were a real business deal.

"Look at this, talking shop all over again." you laughed.

"I can't help myself." he took a big gulp of his drink, "I knew you weren't entirely British, you're too bubbly."

"Bubbly? I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is, British people can be dry. You bring energy to the team, much more so than your predecessor."

"Well cheers to that," you raised the last glass, making more eye contact with the handsome Austrian.

"Cheers indeed." Toto finished his drink in one and sat up straight.

Following suit you gulped the rest of your drink down, shivering a little as it had gotten cold in the cool stone room.

"Are you cold?" Toto asked, gesturing at Sebastian to fetch your jackets as well as the bill.

Grateful that he was so attentive, you confessed, "Yes, a little."

"I'm sorry I did not mean to keep you out so late, we have another early start tomorrow." Toto looked guilty.

"No, don't be silly, it was nice to unwind and discuss the dinner. Thank you for taking the time, I know you have a crazy schedule."

Sebastian returned with your jackets and the bill, you shimmied your jacket back over your shoulders.

Having settled the bill before you even had a chance to dig out your card, Toto stood up, proposing, "Right, shall we make a move? Thank you very much, Sebastian, please take care."

Making your way out into the night, slightly stumbling thanks to your copious amount of Negronis, you turned to face Toto, "Thank you for getting that, we should have split it."

"Don't be silly, I invited you, it's normal." Toto was equally as unsteady on his feet.

"Well thank you, that was a lovely evening."

"Shit." Toto stopped dead in his tracks.

"You thought the evening was shit?" you teased.

"No, but I did leave my car with the valet. I can't drive like this. Let me walk you back to your hotel, you won't get a taxi at this hour and I want to make sure you get home safe. The only downside to Monaco is the lack of taxis."

"Oh." your face dropped, knowing the walk would be back up a steep hill, "Honestly it's fine, I used to wander around South London at night, I think I can handle Monaco."

"Please, you never know," he said, offering the crook of his arm in a gentlemanly fashion.

"Fine, you did say you like being outdoors," you said, taking his arm.

----

You made your way up the first hill, around the sweeping vista you had passed earlier on in the day.

"So are you going to go and collect your car tomorrow morning?" you asked.

"No, they'll bring it to me," Toto replied, effusively.

"Oh, that's handy, is that normal here? Or do you do this often?"

Toto laughed, "I've done it once or twice, always after a night with UBS."

"Good to know for next year. I'll have to detox my liver in preparation."

"Y/N," Toto suddenly stopped in his tracks, "Would you like to come to mine for a nightcap? It's on the way."

Surprised by his bold invitation, you considered it for a moment. It had been a pleasant evening and Toto was incredibly handsome and charming. If it had been a date you would not have hesitated but the fact of the matter was that it was business. You couldn't be the new starter who fell for the boss, it would be another cliché.

"As lovely as that offer sounds, I really do need to sleep ahead of tomorrow. It's a busy day and I want to be at my best." you smiled, your eyes soft, "But maybe another time?"

"Understood." he said, a steely demeanour suddenly taking over, "Sorry if I misstepped."

"Not at all," you touched his arm lightly, "I would have loved to, but honestly I just need to be on form for tomorrow."

"Well, I can't fault that. Maybe this was a test," he said, a cheeky glint in his eye.

"A test for what?"

"To know if you're a responsible employee."

"Did I pass?"

"With flying colours."

Not sure if he was joking or serious, you replied, "Thank goodness for that. Next time we don't have an early start let's hit the town properly."

"Deal," he said, looking satisfied that he hadn't offended you entirely with his invitation.

You made your way up the second hill in comfortable silence, with Toto occasionally pointing out various driver's balconies. It seemed as if everybody had a place in Monaco.

"Maybe it's time to trade the cottage in," you joked, looking up at a particularly flashy apartment building.

"Now, that's where I could imagine you living!" Toto exclaimed.

"For real?" you said, surprised.

"100%. You'd fit in well here."

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment then," you said smiling.

It wasn't long before you made it back up to your hotel, the walk having been less intense than you'd expected.

"Well, thank you, Toto, for a lovely evening and for walking me back." you stepped awkwardly towards the entrance.

"It was my pleasure. Thank you for your hard work," Toto bent down to kiss you goodnight, once again showing his European roots.

"I could say the same to you. Goodnight Toto and see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Y/N," Toto said as he turned to make his way back down the hill before you called out to him.

"Toto?"

"Yes?" he turned back around.

"Will you please text me when you're home safe?"

His eyes crinkled in amusement, "Of course. Although I used to walk through Vienna at night."

"Touché.," you said as he turned back around and made his way down the hill.

----

You had returned to your room, jumped in the shower and settled into bed when your phone suddenly pinged and lit up.

Home - TW

Bemused by the formal initial sign-off, you replied.

Thank you for letting me know - Y/N

You pressed send, the whoosh noise signalling it was on its way before your hand hovered on the Tiktok icon. You had thought about sending Toto a thirst trap video but then thought the better of it.

Scrolling, you found the infamous Abu Dhabi video where Toto had been pictured partying in a wet white t-shirt. Eyeing up the share button, the Negroni flowing through your veins tipped you over the edge and towards the send button. Whoosh, off it went. That would give you something to discuss in tomorrow’s brand comms meeting.

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morgana-ren · 1 year

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A thought: Astarion learning from a good-aligned Tav that just as much as 'innocent' does not mean 'stupid...' 'Good' does not mean 'soft.'

Ethel, her head torn from her neck when she makes the mistake of trying to trade Mayrina for a sliver of her own power to the enraged barbarian. Olodan, Kagha's Shadow Druid contact, with her throat torn by a Wildshaped bear come to protect the innocents sheltered by the Grove. Anders, run through on his own greatsword after he's reminded what a true paladin looks like.

... He catches himself hoping that he just might stand a chance if he can just keep Tav between himself and Cazador. He called them a bleeding heart in the beginning, and they coldly smiled, tolerating his barbs, finding other ways to make him care for them, to the point that he could tolerate that about them, too. But if that 'weakness' makes them this strong, what might they become if they keep refining themself from this blunt tool into a weapon?

What a strange feeling, hope.

To me, it seems like he very much mistakes kindness for vulnerability. He's learned through hundreds of years of both being a vampire and held captive under the thumb of one that being soft and gentle and trusting is a good way to become prey. After all, what is easier? Dragging someone to your lair kicking and screaming the whole way? Or tricking some poor fool into walking into the slaughterhouse of their own accord? He seems to view being traditionally 'good' as a waste of time, mostly because it doesn't benefit him in the slightest. Even if you direct him through the 'good' choices in the game--i.e. saving the tieflings, helping Mayrina, etc-- he doesn't get that giddy little tingle. Instead, he seems indifferent at best and bitter about it at worst. Definitely not a choice he would have made on his own, even seeming to dislike the attention being a 'hero' garners him, perhaps because it feels disingenuous and unearned.

But being kind does not mean one does not have claws, and endearing himself to a 'good' aligned Tav-- especially while putting them under the impression he is trying to change for the better and really impressing what a monster Cazador is and how many lives will be saved by putting him down-- is a good way to keep his pretty neck attached to his shoulders.

However, I think he feels like good also means naive and foolish to a degree, which is very much not the case. He will learn, likely the hard way, that he cannot manipulate his way through life. Especially people who are kind and good natured get used to people trying to take advantage and attempting to manipulate them. He will have to be a bit more open than I feel he deems acceptable, which thus far, he has done of his own accord given enough time. Getting the kind of help he wants requires a level of vulnerability on his part, so he will have to leverage it out and weigh the detriments verses the benefits.

He will have to unlearn a lot of things he picked up during his time in confinement if he wants to keep a wise and good Tav on his side. They might still be willing to help but I doubt they would stick around long if he was constantly trying to pull the wool over their eyes, especially because it doesn't seem necessary.

#Morgana and friends #Astarion

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sydsaint · 1 year

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And ABSOLUTE babe 💜

Summary: The reader runs into a flirty Ricky at a holiday party.

The crowd is loud in the arena tonight as you do your best to keep Red Velvet at bay. She comes at you with aggression but you manage to get out of the way and kick the back of her knee in. Velvet falls to the mat and you hit her with your signature move which is enough to end the match.

The bell rings and the referee raises your hand in victory before you head backstage to cool off. When you come through the tunnel you spot Ricky hanging around while he waits for his time in the ring.

"Y/N, nice work out there, sugar!" Ricky greets you with a wide smile.

"Hey, Ricky." You match his smile. "Thanks. It was a close match, that's for sure." You joke with a laugh. "What are you up to? Waiting for a promo spot near the end of the show, right?"

Ricky nods and glances at the tv monitor off to the side of the wall to check the time. "Yeah, I've been coming up with good callouts for when Jericho interrupts me, all night." He informs you.

"Oh, I have got to watch that." You laugh. "What are you doing tomorrow night? Anything interesting?" You bounce on your heels.

"No, I ain't got nothing planned." Ricky shakes his head. "Why? What are you planning, sugar?" He raises a brow at your mischievous smile.

You grin, keeping your plans mysterious. "I might be helping Tony throw a little holiday party after the show." You giggle. "You should come. A bunch of other people from the show is going to be there." You add.

"A party, huh?" Ricky replies. "Sounds like fun. Especially if I get to see your wild side, sugar." He teases you.

"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet, Stark." You wink at him and head off before you divulge too much information.

You get changed out of your ring gear and meet up with Tony while the show is still running. You find the boss in his office reading emails on his laptop. He looks up from his computer when he hears the door but relaxes when he sees that it's just you.

"Y/N, great work out in the ring." He compliments you. "And thank you again for helping me out with this party." He adds and gestures for you to sit down.

"It's no problem, Tony." You shrug and sit down. "So, what are the plans? Food? Open bar? Music? What have we got?" You ask him.

Tony looks back down at his computer and pulls up a couple of different tabs before he turns it around and shows it to you. "Well, I've already got a good venue booked for Saturday." He explains. "And I'm looking at a couple of different catering options, as well as drinks."

"Okay, let's take a look." You pull the laptop in front of you and look over the open tabs.

You help Tony pick out a few options for the party as well as make sure that everyone working backstage and on the show gets an invite. You part ways for the night after just about everything has been set up and ordered.

The next morning you help Khan work out some of the last-minute details of the party before you head home and get dressed up. You put on your best dress that you know has to garner some attention from your make co-workers and head to meet Tony so that you can greet guests.

"Looking sharp, Khan." You comment when you arrive and see Tony's suit. "You clean up well, boss." You tease him.

"You're looking stunning as well, Y/N." Khan pays the compliment back. "Looking to impress anyone in particular tonight?" He asks you.

You giggle and come to a stop at his side. "That's privileged information, bossman." You wink at him. "You never known, maybe it's you I'm trying to impress."

Your comment earns a chuckle from Khan and guests start to arrive. You and Tony greet them all as they start to file in and go about their night. Ricky catches your eye as he walks up to the door dressed sharply as always in what appears to be Gucci.

"Wow, Ricky." You grin at him when he gets to you. "I see that you spared no expense when it comes to looking good." You tease him.

"Never do, sugar." Ricky winks at you. "And ain't you looking fine as hell tonight." He eyes the velvety dress hugging your curves and the glitter rolled onto your skin for a little extra shine.

"Thank you." You blush a little. "I'll catch up with you later, Starks."

Ricky nods and heads inside to mingle. You finish up greeting guests and then head inside with Khan who heads to the front of the room and does the speech that he prepared for everyone. You make your way over to the bar and grab a drink, and you aren't there for long before Ricky is at your side.

"You just couldn't wait, could you, Starks?" You eye him over the rim of your glass.

Ricky chuckles and shakes his head. "With the way that you look tonight, sugar? Not a chance." He sips from his drink while watching you intently.

"You know, it's not polite to undress people with your eyes, Starks." You crack a sly smile at him.

"My bad." Ricky grins right back at you. "You are absolutely right. I'd much rather be doing it with my hands." He drags a finger up your arm, rubbing some glitter off of your skin.

The sensation sends a shiver down your spine and you bow your head with a smile that you can't keep down. You fix your gaze back up straight and find that Ricky has moved in closer. You can smell his sweet cologne wafting off of him and feel his breath on your skin. "God, you are breathtaking." He breathes and swipes a stray lock of hair out of your face gently.

"What are you going to do about it?" You challenge him and meet his soft yet intense gaze.

Not about to be outdone, Starks leans forward and closes the rest of the gap between you. His lips are soft on yours but passionate.

"Merry Christmas, sugar." Ricky grins against your lips.

"And happy holidays." You add in a giggle.

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thekrows-nest · 2 years

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ScarKrow brainrot where another sex worker from a different brothel notices Krow and wants to take him just to spite on Scarlet 💃 (I'm back winndyyy)

(Eeeeeeeemmmmm yaaaaaaay~ o(≧∇≦o) )

Oh man. That would be quite the time.

The first time or two I imagine it's a little something like so: Krow is walking along in the red light district, neon lights flashing and blaring so much they reflect off his headphones and cast even his dark green hoodie in an array of colors. He isn't giving much mind to the other businesses, nor the girls walking along and trying to solicit their services to any potential clients. That is, until one quite literally stops him by putting her hand on his arm, trying to tug him along. "Hey sweetie, why don't you have some fun with me instead?" she would say, giving Krow a voluptious look. Krow has never seen this young woman before. Is she new? He figured everyone around here knew who he was an exclusive client of by now. Krow takes his arm back, forcibly, and gives her a look to backdown but not a wholly unkind one. "N-no thanks. D-don't touch me." he hurries quickly to the brothel Scarlet is at, finding reprieve in her arms.

But if it happened more than once? Kept happening? Well...

Krow would walk with a more hurried pace, headphones over his ears as usual but no music playing, just giving the subtle cue to not bother him, but would allow him to hear everything around him. He would keeping an eye out, glancing at each person passing by him as he walked, a slight sense of relief when it wasn't that woman again. Why did she want his attention so badly? Like him, specifically? It was getting ridiculous... and irritating. He got lost in his thoughts briefly, only a moment, but that moment was enough. Suddenly he was being pulled, yanked really, backwards, and Krow had to flail to get out of the grasp of who was doing it. He rapidly turned to face who was his assaulter, and saw it was her. Why? Why did she keep doing this? "Come on love, why are you giving old news like Scarlet any attention still? Don't you know she's on her way out?" That garnered some rage from the shorter male. "How many t-times... do I-I have to t-tell you... t-to leave me a-and Scarlet alone?!" Krow said, his voice dark, the pupils in his eyes, just subtly, changing to green; it could be hard to catch in the dark, and even with the neon lights, would give the impression as just a trick of the light. To the woman's venomous comments of Scarlet, Krow had grabbed the woman's wrist harshly. "N-never make such a c-comment of Scarlet a-again. You will r-regret it." Krow let go of her wrist, almost shoving her back with a final glare. As much as such a person was annoying him, he didn't really wish to hurt them. But if she continued to insult Scarlet so... well, Krow was a person of his word.

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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can i still ask?if not,ignore this

Please may i have a Carlos Madrigal x fem filipina reader where Carlos sees her reading books and decides to join her reading club.

After that they become friends and maybe more?

Thank youuuuu

p.s.,sorry if im irritating

"ating nobela"

summary:

— Carlos wasn't a fan of stories or tales about love, but when he laid his eyes on you, he begins to believe that this was the start of his own love story.

genre:

— modern-au, fluff

notes:

— female and Filipino reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— hiiii sorry this was late but I hope you like this <3

The past few days have been hectic. Everyone was always in a rush these days, often occupied with tasks in life. Carlos Madrigal can say the same. He's been constantly trying to keep his grades afloat though if someone asked him, he wouldn't care if he got a shitty grade. But then he would remember his mamá's chancla and he would shudder, a chancla from his mother does things to his integrity. Carlos couldn't bear to see his brother Camilo finessing his way through it all, a tiny part of him was jealous and impressed.

It was the end of another day at school but unfortunately for the students, finals were coming up tomorrow. As much as Carlos wanted to go home and just play his guitar, he needed to study to pass tomorrow's examinations. So, he scowls and makes his way to his school's library. He'll just borrow some textbooks and leave. The teen enters the enormous library filled with various students, all cramming to get some studying done. Carlos prevents himself from being one of them.

Briskly, Carlos walks through the bookshelves and searches for the books he needed. He grabbed one for math and for chemistry, all he needed was a textbook for history. As he smoothly navigates his way to another section of the library, he passes through an aisle containing novels and classic literature.

Carlos stops when he discovers a girl leaning on one of the shelves, reading deeply into a book. He can feel his heart coming to a halt before palpitating rapidly, he gulped and shakingly wets his lips. The girl looked so gorgeous and busy burying her nose into the book, Carlos watched her eyes reading the contents, he was captivated. He stood there for a while, admiring the pretty stranger. Eventually, said stranger catches him red-handed gawking at her.

"I'm sorry, do you need something?"

She softly asks. Carlos finds himself tongue-tied, opening his mouth but a word doesn't get out. He might've looked like an absolute dumbass right now. Luckily, he manages to pull himself together and slowly approach her. He sees the book that she's reading and recognizes it. The book was one of his mother's favorite novels, a love story that was told over and over again. Suddenly, Carlos has an idea.

"I can't help but notice that book you're reading"

"This? Oh, I just started. Wait, don't tell me you're going to spoil the plot for me?"

She furrowed her eyes at him, playfully. Carlos takes the opportunity to chuckle and lean against the shelf, close to her.

"I could. Okay, so Joe and this girl-"

"Hoy! Huwag!"

"I've read the book a couple of times, the plot is pretty predictable"

"Oh, so you read Mr. ...what's your name?"

Carlos shows her a toothy smile as he shuffles the books to his other arm and brings his hand for her to shake. She takes his hand and Carlos tries not to melt inside by her touch.

"Carlos, Carlos Madrigal"

"Nice to meet you, Carlos. I'm [Name] [Surname], do you also have impeccable taste in books?"

"I can admit that I have versatile taste in literature"

"Hmm, impressive. Got any recommendations?"

She shuts her book close and gives him her full attention. Carlos was lying when he said he was a bookworm, he was only trying to garner her attention. Fortunately for him, his mother has a fascination with tons of novels while growing up so he'll use whatever book she read to his advantage.

The teen talked with [Name] for the rest of the day, completely forgetting why he was in the library in the first place. Luck was on his side because of the books he recommended (that he saw his mother reading and that he has heard of) made her think highly of him. Carlos can notice her smile growing bigger with each minute she babbles her favorite novels to him. However, the breathtaking moment fades away when she excused herself to go attend her book club. Carlos hides the disappointment with a casual wave, telling her that he'd see her around.

After she left, he stands awkwardly for a second as a smile crept up his face. It felt so odd to feel incredibly giddy about someone. Carlos was stumped that he forgot to ask for her number. But he had her name and the fact that she part of the book club told him that he'll be seeing her soon. Was this his chance to impress? Perhaps. But Carlos isn't the one to take things for granted.

Carlos gingerly goes home and immediately asks his mother for all of her favorite books to read during his free time.

Wherever he went, Carlos would always find you, a book in hand. He hasn't gotten the chance to talk to you ever since the first encounter so he resorts to admiring you from afar. Of course, he has done his fair share of stalking you on the internet. Turns out, you were the president of your book club, your hobbies are well..reading, and you like a lot of genres. Since he borrowed some of his mother's favorite books, he started reading. Carlos has finished three books in the past five weeks.

"Oye, hermano, what are you reading?"

Camilo slips beside him in the cafeteria during lunch. Carlos ignores his presence as his twin brother took a peek at the book he's reading.

"Hey! Isn't that one of mamá's books?"

"So what?"

"Why reading them all of a sudden? I thought you hated sappy love stories"

"I...I needed to read it for...literature class"

Carlos tries not to sweat under Camilo's suspicious gaze, to his relief, the latter simply shrugs the topic off. Midway through a chapter, Carlos spotted you in the corner of his eye. He subtly directs his gaze on you, taking a seat and pulling out one of your books, and starting eating lunch. He can feel his cheeks heating up at the sight of your beauty. Carlos slowly lowers his book and begins to stare at you, forgetting about the world at the moment.

God, you looked so pretty like that. You took a drink out of your soda, Carlos never wanted to be a soda bottle so fucking bad. Your [Eye Color] eyes are busy tracing the words on the book, if only you looked at him like that. He watched every reaction you would make to what you were reading and it makes him all fuzzy inside. Carlos wished to brush your hair and whisper sweet nothingness to your ears while you read a book. He wanted to hold you as delicately as you hold that book. He wants to-

"Earth to Carlos?"

Carlos snaps out of his trance and glared at Camilo, who was waving a hand in front of his face the entire time he was daydreaming about you. Camilo smirks his way.

"Oh, I saw what you're looking at"

"You didn't see shit, pendejo"

"Uh-huh. You were swooning over none other than [Name] [Surname]"

"How...how did you-"

"Come on, hermano, you were being obvious. Plus, me and [Name] share the same classes"

Camilo laughs when his twin brother crossed his arms and frowned at him. They shared the same room since five, they were wombmates! Camilo knew how Carlos behaved, and vice versa. He takes a sip of his apple juice.

"[Name] is a fantastic girl. If I were you, I would join her book club"

"...And why would I take advice from you?"

"I heard she was looking for one last club member to fill the spot, don't think you are her first option"

Camilo watched in amusement as all the color in his brother's face drains. Carlos gritted his teeth, he can't let it happen, he needed to join your book club before anybody else steals his place! So, at the end of the school day, Carlos went sprinting to the book club. He found you talking to one of your club members. He sucks in a breath and gently knocked on the door.

"Hey"

"Uy ikaw! Carlos, right?"

"Yeah, I was thinking if...if you have one last slot for me to join in"

"No way...you're joining the book club?!"

"Yeah..."

"Perfect! I would love to have you as my member!

Carlos was enjoying the beaming smile on your face as you excitedly welcomed him into the club and introduced you to the other members as well. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. Carlos' jaw dropped when he saw Camilo standing in the doorway, he watched you rush to him. Quietly, he listened to your conversation.

"Here are the papers for my brother's club application"

"Thank you! I'm not really in a rush in finding new members. I have plenty of slots left!"

What?!

"Ah, you see, mi hermano likes to read books so why not join your club, eh? Don't worry he's not gonna bash someone's head against the wall! I promise, he's a really cool guy to be with"

"Well, he has interesting taste in literature so..."

Carlos took a peek and saw the slight tint of pink on your cheeks, he looks at Camilo in the eye and found him mouthing a 'you're welcome' his way. He was conflicted if he wanted to punch or thank his twin brother.

Joining the book club was the best decision Carlos has made in his entire life. Surely it was because he gets to spend time with you and get to know you more. Weeks after joining the club, Carlos has grown closer to you. Finally, you gave him your number as you two spent the past few weeks chatting.

You would be more open to him, insisting on hanging out after school. Carlos loved to spend time with you alone, reading books. He learned to love your habits and the way you would sometimes speak to him in Tagalog. You two became incredibly close to the point you would invite each other over to introduce to your families. It was a bliss to know that both of your families are fond of you and Carlos.

You two did together almost everything. Having sleepovers, going to concerts, stargazing, and exploring local libraries. Carlos couldn't imagine it wouldn't get better than this until one night. He invited you over to his house for another sleepover. It was way past midnight and both of you were still awake. You just randomly looked at him across his bed with flushed cheeks.

"Carlos?"

"Yeah?"

"I like you, more than a friend"

Carlos merely contains himself as he crashes to the floor. He sits up and looked at you with owlish eyes, you avoided his gaze.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same, I just wanted to let you know..."

"[Name], I like you too. For a while now"

You gave him a bewildered expression before burying your face with a pillow. You have no idea how Carlos waited and wanted to tell that. You shyly glanced at him, fully blushing.

"Really?"

"Yeah. [Name] I...I don't really like reading but I saw you that day at the library and I knew I had to make you mine"

"Carlos, you're kidding"

"I'm not. I literally borrowed my mamá's books and read them all so I can impress you"

"Tangina Carlos pinapakilig mo buong internal organs ko!"

Carlos has no idea what you said but he's guessing that you're expressing how your feelings for him are true. Carlos wasn't a firm believer in romance he often read in books, but seeing the way you look at him now with those lovely eyes, he's on his way to believing.

"So, will you go out with me, [Name]?"

"Oo! Of course, Carlos!"

"Great, I want to know where the rest of ating nobela leads to"

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partystoragechest · 10 months

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Meet The Cast of 'Unwanted'

An introduction to some of the major characters featured in Unwanted, and the world state it operates in.

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THE CHARACTERS

Lady Trevelyan of Ostwick

Whomever you wish her to be, with some caveats. Trevelyan was sent to Ostwick Circle by her parents at a very young age. She proved to be a skilled mage, and went on to assist in the storerooms, and teach lessons.

Due to her noble heritage, she was selected to attend the Conclave; however, for better or worse, she never made it. And, in the wake of the Breach and the re-ignition of the Mage-Templar War, Ostwick Circle had collapsed by the time Trevelyan found her way back. With nowhere else to go, she fled for her childhood home. However, she did not receive the welcome she had hoped for.

Her parents tried to find some use for her in marrying her off to advance their own status. With little success—likely due to her being a mage—they leapt at the opportunity to send her to Skyhold, and meet the Commander. Though he was not a noble, his regard within Orlais made him desirable, at least.

Because of the life she has lived, Trevelyan is deeply insecure about her worth. This often manifests as a propensity to give up; she assumes she will fail, even if she tries.

Baroness Clarisse Touledy, of Val Misrenne

Baroness Touledy is a slender Black woman, with black, braided hair that has jewel-like beads weaved into the plaits. She dresses in elegant outfits, which she matches with her cane.

Holder of her own title, Baroness Touledy is the sole ruler of Val Misrenne, a town north of Val Royeaux. Outside of Val Misrenne, she is known as a skilled player of The Great Game, managing to remain of import despite her small holdings. However, to her people, she is known to be a caring mistress, easily softened by the sadness of others.

Having met and been enchanted by the Commander at the Winter Palace peace talks, Baroness Touledy put her name forth for Lady Montilyet’s invitation. However, she travels to Skyhold not to impress the Commander, but for him to impress her.

Lady Tam Erridge, of West Coldon

Lady Erridge is a chubby white woman, with brown hair usually styled in ringlets. She dresses particularly femininely, with pastel colours and lots of bows.

The cherished only child of the Bann of West Coldon, she is terribly pampered—but this has not made her vain or spoilt. Lady Erridge is quite invested in the happiness of others, to the point of being distracted from her own.

She enjoys great friendship with the eldest child of the Bann of East Coldon, whom she left behind to come to Skyhold. Erridge has fallen for the Commander from description alone, and so her parents did all they could to have her enter the competition.

Lady Giles Samient of Samient, Daughter of Duke Samient

Lady Samient is a woman of average size, with light brown skin and long red hair. She prefers tight-fitted clothing, whether that be trousers or dresses.

Despite being of a high noble house in Orlais, Lady Samient is rather blunt in nature. Her direct speech and unguarded thoughts ought to make her a target of The Great Game—but Samient’s bluntness is wielded as a weapon, and she is feared among the nobility for her quick and clever mind.

As the only heir of Duke Samient and the late Duchess Samient, there has always been great pressure on Lady Samient to marry well, and preserve their bloodline. It is a curiosity, then, that she has been allowed to compete for the Commander’s affection.

Commander Cullen Rutherford, of the Inquisition

Commander Rutherford is a well-built man with white skin. He has straightened blond hair, and stubble across his jaw.

The Commander was raised in the village of Honnleath, in Ferelden, but left to become a Templar. He served at Kinloch Hold, and then at Kirkwall. After a string of what could charitably be called ‘disasters’, he joined the Inquisition as its Commander.

He garnered much attention while attending the Winter Palace in an official capacity for the peace talks. Tired of fielding inquiries and propositions from nobility ever after, he agreed to Ambassador Montilyet’s plan to invite a select group of noblewomen to Skyhold, so that they could meet him, be bored, and go home.

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OTHER CHARACTERS

Here are some of the other important characters in Unwanted.

Lady Josephine Montilyet, Ambassador of the Inquisition

Lady Montilyet is an Antivan noble, highly skilled in diplomacy. Seeing her friend’s frustration after the Winter Palace, she sought to discourage the Commander’s admirers by inviting four of the more… sensible ones to Skyhold.

Dorian Pavus, Altus of Tevinter

Master Pavus is a terrifically skilled mage from Tevinter, and part of the Inquisitor’s inner circle. He is also friend to Commander Rutherford, and is highly amused by the ‘competition’. While haunting the library, he bumps into Lady Trevelyan.

Dagna, Arcanist of the Inquisition

Dagna is a dwarf, who studied among the Circles of Thedas, despite being unable to practice magic. As a result, she is a skilled enchanter and inventor of magical devices. Her usual assistant is away due to having given birth, and so Dagna is in need of new help.

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THE WORLD STATE

‘Unwanted’ takes place in a world state in which a mage Trevelyan never became Inquisitor—but did not die at the Conclave, having been prevented from attending.

The Inquisition, in an effort to seal the breach, recruited Grand Enchanter Fiona and her rebel mages as allies. After the attack on Haven, they fled to Skyhold and prepared to attend the Winter Palace peace talks. Though it is implied in the story that this was a successful night, it is not stated what outcome the Inquisitor chose.

The Inquisitor is currently away in the Western Approach, investigating the Grey Wardens with Hawke and the Warden. The party they took consists of Blackwall, Solas, and Cole. Meanwhile, Cassandra, The Iron Bull, and Vivienne are away on their own mission. Dorian, Sera, and Varric have been left at Skyhold to conduct business.

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If you'd like to read Unwanted, here's a link to the masterpost.

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luckyqueenreign · 2 years

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I’ve never written a fic before, but I find myself having to justify why I’m still a Suresh clown. What do you think?

Bellamy, originally from London, was a grad student pursuing her psychology degree at the University of Edinburgh. She figured she needed the change of scenery and would come back to London to use what she learned to serve her community. The break from friends and family would be tough but she was ready to try something new, at least for a little while.

After being accepted for an internship as a requirement for grad school, she attended orientation where she laid eyes on Suresh for the first time. Suresh is a new corporate lawyer on the hospital staff. He had missed orientation the previous month but was fairly familiar with how things worked at the hospital. Bellamy barely notices Suresh when he walks in and decides to sit next to the pretty, yet professional looking girl in the front row. He thinks to himself, “That’s the kind of woman I want to marry, but for now, I’m in these streets!” He decides not to pursue her as he normally would because she seems like the kind of woman you need to be committed to. He was almost intimidated, but still a little curious. Some might consider Suresh a player, but he doesn’t think so. He’s never actually been in a relationship, there’s too many fish in the sea. He worked really hard in grad school and played harder. Besides he’s always been completely open and honest with women about not wanting to commit. He doesn’t have to lie to get a woman into bed, he can charm the pants off of just about anyone. Orientation starts and Suresh asks a question garnering the attention from everyone in the room. As Bellamy turns to listen and Suresh awaits the response, his green eyes glance momentarily at Bellamy. As soon as their eyes met her heart began to pound in her chest. This may be the most beautiful man she’s ever seen in real life. His voice was deep, soothing and confident. The BDE he was giving off was ever apparent. There was an instant attraction that she was almost fearful of. She normally likes to be in control of herself but she instinctually knew she couldn’t trust herself around him. Male attention has never been her struggle but in her previous relationships she’s always had the upper hand. It’s safer that way. She thought “I need to stay as far away from this man as possible because I would allow him to ruin my life”. She quickly broke eye contact and avoided interaction with Suresh for the rest of orientation. In the next month or so she became well aquatinted with her team and their projects. It was recommended that she participate in a couple working groups within the hospital. Apparently this is what they recommend to all the newbies because it wasn’t long before she was attending a weekly meeting with Suresh. After a while a few of the new members started going to lunch together a couple times a week. Strengthened by the company of her peers, Bellamy was able to confidently show off her intelligence, wit, charisma and sense of humor among the group. On one fateful day no one was available for lunch except Suresh. He was developing feelings for Bellamy but he wasn’t quite sure what they were. These feelings were unlike how he’d felt about women in the past. Bellamy was attractive but conservative, which isn’t usually his type. She made him feel a little insecure, like the ways he normally tried to impress women wouldn’t work. He found himself less occupied with trying to impress her and more focused on enjoying her conversation. She was smart and inspired him to think about things in a way he previously hadn’t. She could also make him laugh to tears. He was intrigued, but she hadn’t let on that she was romantically interested or that she would get involved with someone at the hospital. Still, on dates with other women he couldn’t help but to think about Bellamy and figured maybe he should do something about it.

Meanwhile, Bellamy couldn’t think of an excuse quick enough to avoid a one on one lunch with Suresh. Lately she found herself thinking about him ALL THE TIME. The way he walked, the way he smiled, the way he smelled and how he made her feel. Bellamy was fiercely independent but somehow Suresh made her feel like maybe she didn’t have to be. He may come off a little cocky at times, but is it cocky if you can back it up? Turns out he wasn’t just some frat boy hot shot lawyer he was actually pretty cool. However, she was concerned she wouldn’t be able to keep her cool at lunch and either she’d embarrass herself, or worse, reveal her secret crush somehow. It turns out lunch went fine. In fact it was better than fine. In the hospital parking lot out of the blue Suresh asked “So what does a guy have to do to take you on a date?” Bellamy couldn’t hold back her smile. “In general, just ask I guess” she responded, trying to come off casual. “What about me specifically?” Suresh asked looking into her eyes intently. Trying to calm her nerves with humor she announced “Oh, well in that case, hop on one foot and bark like a dog, then ask.” Suresh proceeded to hop on one foot before Bellamy stopped him for fear of public embarrassment at work. “Please stop. Seriously, how about I give you my number and we can discuss this further, away from the hospital.”, she suggested.

Over the next several weeks they talk on the phone for hours most nights before Bellamy finally agreed to a group date. Bellamy, taking every precaution worried if she was left alone with Suresh outside of the hospital she wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to pounce. Suresh was able to meet her friends and experience her silly, outgoing, and even competitive side that he liked even more. Her friends approved and basically wanted her to let loose for once and give into her urges because he was gorgeous - and a lawyer. With that in mind their next date was planned for the weekend and was one on one.

Suresh planned for an evening of live music followed by dinner at one of the most popular restaurants in the city. Bellamy explained that she doesn’t let her dates know where she lives until the third date just in case they are weirdos so she would meet him at the venue (this would also prevent her from inviting him inside her flat). As Suresh eagerly waited in his car because he didn’t want to seem too thirsty (which he was), he notices what may be the sexiest woman he’s ever seen (and he’s come across quite a few). Her thigh high red patent leather stiletto boots seemed to go on for miles. Her matching patent leather mini skirt fully accentuated every curve and barely left anything to the imagination. She paired it with a vintage band t shirt that appeared to be for the band they were about to see. Her waist length curly hair flowed in the wind and her makeup was flawless as if she was a walking billboard for what she did for a living. She looked like a total rock star. She made eye contact with Suresh and a smile appeared on her face as if she caught Suresh checking her out. He quickly stopped staring and realized he was there to meet Bellamy. The temptation to pursue Miss Red-patent-leather-stiletto-thigh-high-boots was fierce, but he wanted to get off on the right foot for this date. As Suresh exited the car he notices this mystery woman walking towards him. He looks around frantically worried that Bellamy may get the wrong idea if she sees him talking to someone like her. As she moves closer he realizes this mystery woman is indeed Bellamy. Suresh is in shock. He realizes he’s never seen her with her hair down, or with more than minimal make up. She’s typically all buttoned up in a suit at the hospital. Even on the group date she was dressed a bit like a tomboy (which he thought was surprisingly kind of adorable) because it was a sporting event. Suresh was grinning from ear to ear feeling like he just won the lottery. “Wow, Bellamy. I almost didn’t recognize you.” “Um, thanks I think. I figured I’d switch things up. You don’t think this is too much?” “Absolutely not, you look perfect!” “Good, perfect is exactly the look I was going for.”

They had the best time singing along, dancing, and having a couple drinks at the show. Suresh loved all the looks Bellamy was getting from men and women alike impressed by her beauty. She could put supermodels to shame. They rode together to the restaurant laughing and recapping their favorite moments from the evening. They walk into the restaurant with reservations avoiding the long line and hours long wait. A colleague from his legal team was able to hook him up. They sit at the table across from each other staring into each other’s eyes. Something has shifted and the sexual tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Suresh is rather enjoying it but Bellamy is still trying to stay in control. “So tell me about your worst first date.” Bellamy asks trying to break up the tension. “Hmm…oh yeah, I went on a first date with this one girl and it turned out she had a boyfriend. Somehow he finds out where we are and decides to come pick a fight with me. He’s considerably smaller than me so I’m just trying to keep him off me, then out of no where the girl starts swinging her purse at me because she sees her boyfriend embarrassing himself. I grabbed her purse and tossed it away and just walked off. She later left a voicemail message and said she was sorry, she was just trying to make him jealous and thank you, because it worked. It was the most bizarre experience ever.” “I don’t think I’ll be able to top that one!” Bellamy exclaimed with her eyes practically popping out of her head. “Try me.” Suresh responded flirtatiously. ”OK well, there was this one time while I was in undergrad that I went on a date with a boy from one of my classes. It was right before a long weekend and he offered to drop me off at my parents house. Of course my parents always want to be introduced to who I’m dating just in case they need to pick him out in a lineup. Anyway the date went really well and we went back to introduce him to my parents and that’s when I found out that he was my cousin. I was so embarrassed.” “It’s not your fault. Did you kiss him?” “Actually no, luckily I don’t kiss on the first date…” Suresh seems visibly disappointed. “You seem a little dejected, Suresh.” “Can you tell?” “Well technically I would consider this our second date.” She couldn’t hold back any longer. Bellamy stood up, placed her knee on the table, grabbed Suresh’s shirt and proceeded to tongue him down in front of the entire restaurant. The kiss is filled with so much passion that even though her skirt is hiked up revealing more about herself than she’d like and one of the champagne flutes crashed to the floor, she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She had been waiting entirely too long for this moment and nothing was going to ruin it. Finally after being interrupted by the waiter, they both stop to catch their breath. It was at that exact moment that Suresh realized for the first time he was falling in love and Bellamy wasn’t far behind.

Loved it 🥰❤️💕 so cute! Loved your take on how they met.

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Elouan B. Roux (RO - HAWKS)

The most beloved Specialist Agent in HAWKS Division-01, Elouan has found prestige and fulfillment in his service to this team. You may find yourself equally charmed by his effortless grace or intrigued by the forlorn cruelty that lies beneath his polite smiles.

Suave and flirtatious, Elouan is no stranger to the admiration of others. He adores the spotlight, the praise, that so often comes to him with ease. His movements contain a grace unrivaled, actively coordinated to please the eye and ease the mind. Yet, imprisoned so closely and intimately as he is with his fellow HAWKS, even Elouan cannot think to forever mask his more brutal tendencies. Beneath the persona of the charmer, beyond the attitude of the casanova, Elouan casts aside his sentimental romanticism for a harsh and bitter view towards the world.

Elouan doesn’t appreciate those seeking to pry into his former lifestyle in France. He will skim over the essential details to entertain any nosy company proving to be too bothersome. It is hard for him to admit that he was a boy born with little to his name, raised in poor secret for a few years before fleeing to the streets and random shelters. At first, he depended upon generosity. But generosity was such a fickle thing; feeble, short-lived, and rarely without a hidden price.

He was quick to learn that love was a much more dependable tool. He learned what people would do for a bit of his attention. A kind word. A passing glance. A light touch. Desperate people, lonely people. But even that was not enough. He needed to be safe. He needed security. A more permanent shelter than ever-changing bedrooms and ever-demanding lovers.

So, Elouan sought power instead. And power brought him many things. He found a family. He forged friendships. He amassed wealth. He garnered a degree of fame. It was not a life he had wanted in some aspects, but it gave him a sense of purpose. A sense of vengeance. A sense of acceptance. He was comforted in being a part of something much larger than himself. And if some people had to die for him to live this way—be hurt by his hands or the consequences of his words—then it was a price he thought himself willing to pay.

That life ended abruptly. Unexpectedly. He had fallen in love shortly before it all went away. It was that very same love that poisoned all he had built himself up to be.

Elouan doesn’t like to think about the past.

Elouan has carved a precious reputation within the HAWKS and wishes to live outside the grasp of all that came before his imprisonment here. It is here he may tread and trial through some shambled redemption on earth, cast aside the shadows of past regret as a false beacon, without death’s promise always lingering in his indulgent touch.

The life he led in France has been etched into the light complexion of his slender hands: embodied in a litter of scars. He finds his height, 5’9”, to be one of his less impressive qualities. Most in his company are first drawn to his upturned eyes with a shade of cerulean blue, vibrant and striking enough to be distinct. His strawberry blonde hair has a slightly wavy texture, maintained to an ear-length and side-swept. He never did have the heart to dye it to a less unsettling shade to rid the similarities it makes him bear with a certain someone. His slender physique has exceptional agility and flexibility that he uses to assist his style of finesse and stealth. The immaculate cleanliness of his fair complexion veils the former marks of dirt and bruises he adorned in boyhood, though it still does burn and tan beneath the heat of his light. He previously held a deep fondness for jewelry, but lost his collection after his capture - a truth he still laments. Captivity has not hindered his fondness for fashion as he maintains an exclusively designer wardrobe of typically light tones that he may occasionally compliment with minimal make-up.

Elouan was engaged some years ago. It was declared the most wondrous of miracles after having reveled in flighty relationships for so long, moving from one brief dalliance to the next once he grew bored or his partner lost purpose. That relationship left a bitter taste in his mouth. He would do anything to have never met the man he thought he could love. It has left him quite disturbed by the thought of allowing another to become so intimate with him as his fiancé had been.

He wonders if he’s incapable of being loved at all. In the end, he understands that it is better if no one cares for him.

Pursuing Elouan will challenge his inability to trust. To him, no one is capable of a selfless act. The same applies to the affection you may try to extend towards him; he knows it is a veiled ploy to use him until he pleases you no more. There is always a hidden motive, a cruel agenda.

Familial Status: Estranged, strained, and nonexistent depending on the ‘relative’. Do not ask him to elaborate on this.

Closest / True Friend: Sigmund, and anyone who supposedly filled this role before is to be forgotten.

Romantic Interest: No one in a particular or serious manner, unless you wish to change that.

“Friends”: Jae, Akil, Nasrin, Niccolò - at least, that is what he assures them to be.

Friendly Towards: Yadon, Mutya, and Kamiko are fine company.

Pities: Kamiko and Imka for different reasons but in equal measures.

Neutral Towards: All CARDINALS for he cares little about their causes or actions.

Dislikes: Imka, for reasons of his own.

Rivals: Bacara, in the friendliest sense of the word.

Elouan possesses the gift to control, create, and manipulate his element of burning light.

#characters #hawksprofiles #ro #interactive fiction #insurrection #insurrection:hawks #Spotify #SoundCloud #c: elouan #artbreeder

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☕️ + the overlords

“Going to have to be specific on which ones you mean there, darling. Practically every demon that is considered some form of the highest ruling class could be technically considered an Overlord, me most of all. Ah, but I assume you initially meant the ones up in the Pride ring? Well, I won’t talk about all of them, or else we would be here until the heat death of the universe, so I’ll just talk about the ones that currently have the most amassed power under their belts…

“First I suppose is the V trio, as I’ve heard they’re called, though I suppose the Triple V’s are similarly apt. Quite the trio they are. Thick as thieves and twice as cut-throat, enough that were I less than the being I am now, I would be highly cautious about crossing paths with them. But seeing as they pose no threat, I can’t help but find their alliance to be quite impressive, adorable, even. As for the members themselves…Well, let’s just say I find them intriguing for more than a few reasons.”

“Valentino, my my, isn’t he just the absolutely spitting image of a man completely corrupted by sin. Practically drips from his every pore, a horrid soul that commits horrible violence and wicked blasphemy as easily as if it were breathing. Ahhh, it’s almost enough to make my cold dead heart flutter in my chest a little. Of course…There is such a thing as an ego that can grow a bit too fat if it gorges itself too much. And with all of the ways he surrounds himself with nothing but his own riches and boundless hedonism, I dare say it borders on narcissism. And we all know how that tale ends, hm?”

“Vox, now that’s a runner-up I never saw coming. After the events of 1933 came and went, understandably, the whole power structure of sinners within the ring far and wide had all but collapsed, and there was nothing left to fill that void. A total power vacuum, and it was devouring thousands of ambitious, power hungry souls looking to obtain the prestige and privilege of Overlord status as it grew, like a black hole devouring a star whole. One would expect Vox to be swallowed up in the current of backstabbings, gun fights, coups and gang wars that were sweeping through the cities like a plague, and yet the man somehow managed to flourish. I’m not quite sure what had him gain such an edge, exactly. If there’s a tactical genius behind that screen or if his powers of electrical prowess merely gave him an indomitable edge with the power of technology rapidly evolving as it was. Either way, the whole of the Pride Ring has him to thank for their television broadcasts, their lights, their phones, and it is quite the effective choke hold when it comes to keeping lower powers in line. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for mass blackouts and the total collapse of the entire ring’s electrical structure, hm?”

“Velvet, that tricky little thing. I’ll admit, she amuses me more than she should. I don’t know if it’s her harlequin appearance that causes her to win brownie points in my book, or if her bubbly charm reminds me of my own daughter, but I’ve kept an eye on her for a while now. Some say she’s just a puppet, a mere facsimile of a overlord that cozeyed up to the other two V’s with a bat of her eyelashes and a smile, keen on using their attraction to her to bolster herself up to their level like a leech. Some think that she’s secretly the strongest out of all of them and is the one most responsible for running the show behind closed doors. Me? Well. All I know is that she’s quite the sharp one, despite her almost disarming appearance. She dances like a puppet, but really, it’s her who pulls her own strings, and who knows how many others she has within her grasp.”

“Now, onto the other ones that have managed to garner my attention…Rosie. Heheh. Sweet Rosie, leader of her own little private colony of Cannibals within the Pentagram. I have to admit, I applaud her tenacity when it comes to being able to make such a wonderfully self-sufficient little section of an entire city as her own turf, especially one that she rules over with such an air of tact and cunning business acumen. A smile on her face that speaks of how she’s willing to grant you anything of what you may desire, but also one that displays the vicious pleasure she’ll take in tossing you into a bubbling cauldron of stew should you find a way to displease her. Granted, I imagine other sinners that live near the colony don’t exactly feel the same when confronted with the ceaseless agony of having your stomach ripped open and your guts being eaten alive by a swarm of rabid cannibals, but hey, it isn’t like they keep that part of their group a secret, now do they?”

“And finally…Alastor. The Radio Demon. What can I say about him that hasn’t already been said? It’s quite the conundrum, as I’m sure you can imagine. I will, however say that I have had quite the fun time, keeping my eye on him. His power, his way of messing and manipulating and toying with his chosen prey before finding ways to ruin them forever or devouring them alive is quite the spectacle. There’s a certain…delight there, that’s only brought about by those who truly have evil hearts, and it’s enough to make my own interest more than piqued. I enjoy seeing what he may be planning on next. Though I will admit…the thought of him getting anywhere close to my daughter…Well…Let’s just say I’ll be keen on having a discussion with him then.”

#lucifer morningstar #your king has arrived (ic)#ask meme #v trio #valentino #velvet #hazbin vox #alastor #rosie hazbin hotel

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Giselle

so the brain is revisiting my oc Giselle Didier. Time to take a stab at a revamp & recap of her dramatic story (which was originally written over 10 years ago and then with some alluded to collaborative backstory things done ~5 years ago) ! Newly inspired by various female tragedies out of Hogarth, a bit of Fantine, & the ballet Giselle.

If there is one thing Giselle Didier loved - it was to dance. Starting from humble beginnings and growing up in an orphanage, the impressions of what she saw from a band of troubadours and dancers as well as dusty old books on ballet answered Gigi's burning question if her means to ends in life could also be her gift and passion.

And so she sought a life of freedom and self-expression by pursuing her gift and becoming a ballerina. Her dreams brought her to the greatest of places and capital of dance - Paris. But to dance on the stages of Paris was no primrose path. But the arduous journey only makes holding the dream in the palm of one's hand only sweeter.

Yet what could stop the inevitable end one that starts with such bright promise only to end a Willi?

[More under the cut!]

Act i.

The road to success is hardly easy. In much happier years, there still lay a mountain to climb and several failed auditions when dreams were still dreams. Yet this did not yet deter Giselle. She's a hurricane when she sets her mind to a goal. To make ends meet worked any odd-job she could find from working in coffee houses to seamstressing, to gigs beside her friends at the tavern cabaret; and practiced rigorously with local instructors of the artsy side of Paris (who, while they lacked the prestige of the ballet schools she aspired to, were no less excellent teachers of dance). The lower rungs of Paris were content to her, it was a struggle, and there was the bad and ugly side to it, but at least some were authentic.

At last, Giselle made her breakthrough among the corps du ballet. Many years pass, and Giselle dances. Whether she is a rising star or not is anyone's judgement, but she cunningly navigates her way and is most happy to do what she loves. She even begins to aspire in her future to become choreographer of the corps de ballet, or at least ballet mistress to teach ballet to the younger generation. Her future seemed bright.

Act ii.

If only, certain people hadn't come into her life that derailed her from her dreams.

It is not long after this that Giselle madly falls in love with a newly arrived lead dancer, Albert. Yet what she does not know is that he is a nobleman in disguise. Their dances are passionate, and it is her best work.

Alas if there was only someone to warn naive girls of such men! However much too late, to Giselle's horror, her lover is exposed to be a nobleman by another dancer named Ilarion. Worse, Albert is also revealed to be engaged to the patroness noblewoman Lady Bathilda.

Knowing they can never be together, the heartbreak to Giselle's weak heart would be enough to make her go mad. Her grief inconsolable when face to face with his deception.

This catastrophe makes Giselle deathly ill. If fate would, she'd have joined her sisters and betrayed maidens of the true Willis. But fate it would seem had different plans for her.

The conclusion of this act of her life Giselle doesn't speak about. Perhaps there's a newspaper story, or perhaps it's only told by the silent walls of the Opera stage.

Act iii.

Giselle emerges in the 'afterlife' after dedicating nearly all her years to her dancing career.

The ‘Queen Myrtha’ leader of her new 'Willis' was none other than Madame Adrienne de Beaumont, a woman of mystique.

Giselle was just her housekeeper. She became so after losing a bet and debt with Madame, making the grave mistake of not knowing who she really was beforehand. Let alone Madame de Beaumont's other business - her business as a madam.

But it wouldn't be long before the attention Giselle garnered even as a mere maid made her coerced into that other business, with promises of better pay. Pay that Giselle needed. But Giselle would not comply. In fact, every coercion made her more of an unpredictable liability. To make her point, whenever left alone with any of the ‘cochons’ (any one clients sent encouraged to persuade her) were left with bruised egos... or physical bruises.

Fighting back, Giselle had less to lose now. Yes, de Beaumont could have her arrested, but even with bribery it risked investigation into that 'other business'. But where else could Giselle run to? De Beaumont wouldn’t give her a reference to a new house to work as a maid. She could perhaps pick up any other small job or move to a smaller town to teach but had no money, not without that remaining unpaid debt looming she would surely be hunted for.

If she complied with de Beaumont, perhaps there could be a silver lining to it. Giselle found Albert's name was among her clientele ledger, and it could seem the perfect revenge against him to blackmail. But GiGi could not bring herself to do this. Perhaps it was not Albert's life she wanted to protect. Perhaps she would sacrifice her revenge for forgiveness. Protect her own and what remained of her dignity. But still her desire for freedom, if not justice and revenge, was insatiable.

Spitefully, Giselle would climb out of this picadillo one way or another, and so came up with a plan.

Specifically, an escape plan.

Seemingly relenting, Giselle negotiated that if she was going to meet the Madam’s expectations and earnings and pay off the burdening debt without accruing worse interest, she should have no client but one - and only one of her cochons. A more reputable life of a courtesan than a mere tainted dove. De Beaumont surprisingly was amenable.

That fateful night Giselle was to be carted off, her life would never be the same.

She did not know what lay before her. Only perhaps it was better this way back to those lower rungs again. She came from the gamin and gutter, and knew it best to navigate in this dance of survival.

Giselle played along and played the part well for as long as she could, following de Beaumont’s orders and guidance for a successful and pleasurable business venture. Finally, De Beaumont arranged her with an Englishman named Edmund.

Here Giselle enacted her calculated escape. After beckoning the Englishman to the comfort of her room before their departure. For a toast, Giselle insisted. Or rather, ensuring he had enough to drink to impede his full senses. At the opportune last moment, Giselle sprung to the action of attack. She knocked the Englishman unconscious and tied him to a chair, before making a mad dash for the window to flee through the Parisian rooftops.

Fortunately, she managed a successful flight.

Unfortunately, someone had caught on to the odd commotion too quickly and alerted de Beaumont. Giselle had no time to finish changing before Madame de Beaumont's staff could break the door down.

In nothing but her shift, drawers, corset, and with whatever she had in her pockets, Giselle draped the bedsheet over her in some form of makeshift covering and like a runaway fled into the night.

The carriages of de Beaumont and the now conscious Edmund chased after her. Yet the trail ran dry and they could not find her.

Like a ghostly Willi, she had vanished.

OC Cameo - (Criminal!AU) Madame de Beaumont :: @reverdies ;)

And whom she crosses paths with that night, a certain Jean, again things would never be the same... ;)

#c: giselle #story: giselle #cameo muses ft.#reverdies

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