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sukirichi · 3 years

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dutifully yours. [01]

Attached to the could’ve been’s of a promised happily ever after with the Crown Prince disguised under a scheme for power and greed, you are torn between choosing your happiness — or abandoning it to fulfill your duty as the future Queen.

→ unedited bcos i’m brave lazy. implied patriarchy. angst in future chapters. pure romance and fluff for now. royalty au. eventual smut. prince naoya !! i love him sm i could cry. this fic will break me, okay. naoya is close to canon but with my twist if that makes sense. drama in future chapters. oh and listen to this while reading <3

→ massive shoutout to my besties for always hyping me and helping me uwu, i present this token of prince naoya being an ideal husband okay cry cry i love him sm im crying. anyways pls enjoy bcos i poured my heart out to this and bcos i want more people in the naoya fucker club :>

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Ever since the day your mother taught you how to read, you’ve had your nose buried in a book. Losing yourself in different worlds, swooning over fictional princes, and fantasizing for a love story ripped out of fairytale itself with such burning, passionate romance – you’d been through it all, dreamt of it all. And yet, you struggled to stop yourself from tugging at your dress.

The tight corset hadn’t even been the main focus of your worries, and neither was the heavy rivière resting on your collarbones.

“Would you stop fidgeting?” Beside you, your mother pursed her lips, fingers decorated with jewels stopping in their movements of fanning herself. The temperature hadn’t been particularly high inside the limousine that evening. You supposed it was the mere sight of you tugging and gulping audibly every now and then, gloved hands running over the hems of your collar.

You ducked your head down. “Sorry, Mother. I can’t help it.”

“Dear, your anxiety is written all over your face,” she sighed, turning your face to her as she cupped your cheeks. Smiling tenderly like a mother always did, your heart felt soothed even by the slightest bit. You wished she could keep holding you like this – like you were a fragile flower she was afraid of breaking; a fragile flower that needed more care handled than most. Tonight, however, you felt a hundred years older. Like you’d accidentally clicked on fast forward and got launched to the future. A future that seemed so unclear yet so...perfect. So right.

“How would the Prince fancy you if you’re sweating bullets like that? It’s not a good look for a marquess’ daughter.”

At the mention of the Crown Prince, your heart sank again. “My apologies, Mother. I’m just rather nervous. It’s the Crown Prince we’re talking about here.”

“He is quite the looker, isn’t he?” she giggled behind her fan, “Strong and handsome, as well.”

“My ladies. You are not fantasizing over the Crown Prince in my presence, are you?”

Crossing her leg over the other, your mother leaned forwards, elbows on her knees as she winked at your father. The marquess had his torso half twisted from the passenger seat, glaring playfully at your mother’s unabashed features. “It is of no seriousness, My Lord. I’m simply easing your daughter’s nerves.”

Your father sighed in worry. “What’s got you so worked up, child? You are beautiful. The Prince would be blind to not notice you.”

Each fibre in your body screamed in desperation for your father to be right. Tonight was not just any other night – the entire Kingdom, including noblewomen, foreign royals, and unwed daughters from honourable families had been invited to the Zen’in Castle for one purpose only: to find his Crown Prince a suitable wife, one that would be fit to be the next Queen as well. As the daughter of the marquess, you’d naturally received the invitation. It felt just like yesterday when the mail arrived and you’d cheered so much in joy the chickens went flying out of their coops, your horses galloping and whinnying at surprise, and now you here – minutes away from the palace where you were soon to be deemed worthy or unworthy to be beside His Highness.

With a shaky smile, you dug your nails into your thighs. “Well, we’ve only met once, Father. I doubt the Prince would remember me.”

“Just smile, darling. You will do great.”

To no one’s surprise, the Zen’in Castle brimmed with people and esteemed guests. Men and women danced with one another as muted chatters and chuckles blended in with the grand royal orchestra, everyone dressed to the nines and making you feel completely out of place.

The moment you’d been welcomed by the knights and led to the palace doors, your dress began to feel tighter than usual, your ribs clenching uncomfortably from the pressure. Your hands had not stopped trembling either, not even when you hid it behind your back and nodded at the people passing by. There were governor-generals, dukes, earls, professors and royal advisors and even families of the royal family’s inner circle of knights. Everyone looked like they belonged here. Chatting amongst one another over the finest of wines or discussing conspiracies on where the Kingdom of Zen’in would be in the next sixty years of the future King’s reign, no one here seemed to be out of place.

Everyone except you.

A warm hand was suddenly placed on the small of your back, making you gasp. Your mother’s smile was nothing short of warm as she held you close to her one last time, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t even realize how much you shook until she clasped her hands with yours. “Calm down, dear,” she reminded, “You’ll be on your own now. This is where we leave you since we’re not supposed to mingle with potential princesses.”

“Mother!” Your eyes widened in embarrassment. Looking around frantically, you bit your lip in fear someone must’ve heard.

Of course, while it would be no surprise most guests – if not all – hoped that their daughter would be the Crown Prince’s chosen fiancée, it still felt wrong to boldly assume such when you could barely keep up with the events of tonight.

However, your mother merely laughed. “I am proud of you, dear. Never forget that. It doesn’t matter whether you are chosen or not. We’re only here for formality and respect to the King and Queen’s demands.”

“You say that as if the Crown Prince really would not bother with me.”

“We didn’t mean that,” your father cut in, a flute of champagne already nested between his calloused fingers. Ever since you arrived, he’d been snatched away by fellow earls and barons, disappearing into the crowd for a ‘hearty conversation over one’s lands.’ You knew better than that, though. That statement always translated to which leader got to have more chances to wine and dine with the King, to which your family was ridiculously reminded of that you’d been stationed to the most faraway land where even hearing news from the royal papers was but a privilege.

“Just be yourself, alright? And enjoy the party. It’s about time you met with girls your own age and made some friends.”

“I – Father, wait!”

A slender young woman slithered to your side out of nowhere, her golden brown eyes following the silhouettes of your parents. It wasn’t long before they completely disappeared. Left alone with the stunning woman that was – for some reason – dressed in a plain black curve hugging dress too modest for tonight’s appropriateness, you took three steps away in caution. “You must be from way up North,” she noted, her head to the tipped to the side. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

God, was she beautiful. Long, thick eyelashes and short hair chopped in messy yet elegant curves, you struggled to hold her gaze. “Oh, yes, I come from the Terratian Borders. My family is stationed there under His Majesty’s orders.”

She hummed to herself. “The Terratian Borders are mostly forests and fields, no? The last time my family and I visited there, I came across the loveliest dandelions I’ve ever laid eyes on. Shame they died on the way back,” offering her hand – again, bare and empty with decorations yet still littered with faint scars and cuts – she beamed at you. “I’m Mai, by the way. Mai Zen’in.”

Zen’in?

Hands cupping your mouth, you bowed deep until your back ached. “Lady Mai!” you shut your eyes closed, unable to live with the shame. Mai Zen’in; one of the iconic twin pair from the extended Zen’in royal family, both a fashion icon and a legend for being a rumoured female knight. To have her in your presence was an honour. “My apologies for not recognizing you any sooner, Lady Mai!”

“Stand up, I’m not a royal,” she sniggered, “We’re just relatives of the actual monarch, but don’t let the family name fool you. The Crown Prince barely even acknowledges us being of the same blood.”

Albeit hesitant, you followed her gestures of making you stand up. You straightened your back and cleared your throat, fighting the urge to go haywire the moment his name was brought into the conversation. Not only would you be seeing Prince Naoya again in real life for the first time in years, but you’d also made acquaintances with his distant niece. However, his name was spoken with malice.

Frowning, you faced Lady Mai in all seriousness. “Prince Naoya? Why so?” Lady Mai looked at you like you’d grown two heads.

“He’s an ass, that’s why.”

“I-I don’t think he is,” you defended, “The Prince has been nothing but kind to me.”

“I didn’t know he was capable of kindness,” she muttered more so under her breath, low enough you were unsure whether you were supposed to hear it in the first place. Lady Mai then shook her head to herself before stealing a flute from a waiter passing by. Chucking it your way, her face turned dark and grim. “Take it as free advice: stay as far away from his as possible. The Crown Prince is nothing but good news.”

“Is it because he has lots of lovers?” you inquired with a small voice, “Uhm – well – It was an assumption. With a title and handsomeness like that, it would make sense everyone would want to be the Crown Prince’s lover.”

Lady Mai’s lip curled upwards. “Prince Naoya won’t bother with lovers. He is too occupied for that.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Heard from whom?”

“The Royal Declaration from His Majesty himself,” you said, “Was it not the purpose of this ball? To find worthy candidates to be the Crown Prince’s betrothed? His coronation is coming soon.”

“Right. I forgot today was technically a bridal market,” she scratched the edge of her brow, falling silent for a moment. Her eyes scanned the lively crowd for a brief moment – watching with you as everyone laughed and danced to their heart’s content – the grand final event of the routine personal dance with the Crown Prince himself slowly approaching to reality. “You are joining in the festivities, are you not? Later, when he arrives, he shall meet you.”

“I am obligated to as a noble bachelorette, though I doubt His Highness would even look my way. There are far richer noblewomen here and even daughters of duke that would be perfect as his wife. ”

“You may have a point for that,” she hummed to herself, unaware that her agreement to the Crown Prince not paying attention to you left a sting both in your ego and heart. Not that it lasted long, for Lady Mai was already tugged on the arm by another equally fiercely beautiful woman – her older twin, Maki Zen’in. Soon to be governon-general of the Kingdom.

Lady Mai smiled in apology. “I need to go now since I’m not a part of this event. But hey, if ever I come around to visit the Borders again, perhaps you could entertain me?”

“I would be honoured to, Lady Mai.”

“You are sweet and innocent,” it was her sister who spoke this time, glasses perched high on her nose that concealed the wariness of her gaze. “I hope the Crown Prince never gets to your routine.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s nothing; she was talking to herself. Maki does that a lot,” Lady Mai’s forced chuckles were barely heard from the music. “You enjoy the party now. Don’t drink too much lest you want to embarrass yourself in everyone’s eyes and be talk of the Kingdom. Prince Naoya would hate it if you took the attention away from him.”

“Oh, uhm...”

“It’s a joke, Lady Y/N. Relax.”

You bowed once more. “My apologies.”

“The dance is about to begin,” Maki tapped on your shoulder, making you look up right where her eyes zeroed in. And exactly in the middle of the grandiose hall, under the sparkling golden chandeliers where he made all the gold in the world look incomparable next to him, the Crown Prince stood in his fully glory. Blond hair with the ends stained of midnight gelled back to reveal his forehead, the Crown Prince’s beauty never failed to shine. Whether it be in the papers, in the tabloids, in the billboards that you passed on the way to the city, or from way back when you met him for the first time as a naive, innocent teen – Crown Prince Naoya came straight out of a magazine cover.

In the back of your head, you could hear either of the twins murmuring good luck. Maybe both of them had said it – you had no idea. All of your attention, all the sensibility and coherence of your state had been switched the next instant, as if your heart and soul was born for the sole purpose of being bewitched by your Crown Prince.

And as if feeling someone’s gaze on him, the Crown Prince’s eyes trailed over the crowd. Almost boredly, his sharp eyes bounced from one giggling woman to another, the ends of his lips smirking upwards for just the tiniest bit. It must’ve stroked his ego. Until his eyes connected with yours. The Crown Prince’s eyebrows knitted together. You had no idea how you looked in that moment, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. Because the Crown Prince was looking at you, and you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes along with your heart pulsing at the tip of your tongue.

“Let us begin,” his lips moved from the distance, “Play the music. I shall dance with my bride.”

The air shifted in a split second. Murmurs were thrown over the room, women and men alike turning pale. Even the orchestra was stunned from the Crown Prince’s entrance – and it hadn’t even been dramatic to his standards – yet the whole castle fell mum from just a few of his words. A few seconds later, the crowd recomposed itself, and the strings began to dance along with its bows.

You are pushed into the crowd. Nearly colliding into the arms of another, you quietly thank the masked man who was to be your first partner of the night.

All the men joining the dance floor dressed with the intention of making the Crown Prince shine. Prince Naoya stood out from the throng of white as per the colour code, his blood red uniform as both Prince with the golden crest of the military leader pinned to his right breast. The other men meant to be filler partners until all the potential brides got to their designated three minutes with the Prince were all dressed in black, faces covered behind a plain black mask. None were allowed to talk. None were allowed to utter even a word, and so your partner pursed his lips in displeasure at your apology.

Whatever. You just had to wait a few more rounds before the song finished and transitioned into a new one; the song where you’d been informed would be your time alone with the Prince.

You’d been so lost in your head you barely breathed the entire dance. From partner to partner, you blanked. Your heart drummed so wildly in its cage it begged to come out, and strings of apologies were let out each time your masked partners grimaced for a brief second when their hands came in contact with your sweaty ones. Around you, all the lovely women smiled and danced graciously, mouths moving in unreadable conversations shared with the Crown Prince. Not once did you look at the six partners you’ve danced with. Not once did you worry about tripping on your own feet. Not once did you care that some of the masked men held you a little too roughly for your comfort. Your entire reason for existing in that moment was to witness the Crown Prince himself, mirroring his frown that got deeper and deeper with each woman retreating to the sea of people he’d rejected.

Not once did you even think about being one of them – the girls who’ve ducked their heads down as their parents comforted them over not being the chosen one, of bringing ‘dishonour’ to their families that the mighty Crown Prince had deemed them unworthy. Tears streamed down their faces until black ink followed afterwards, lips trembling from silent sobs.

Despite their broken prides – although there was that minority who simply sighed in relief after returning to their own families – no one would dare interrupt the Crown Prince’s dances.

All of these thoughts crossed your mind too late and at the exact time your masked partner pulled away from you, body half bent in a bow with his arm outstretched to the side. Following where he was gesturing at, your eyes met the Crown Prince’s tall and lean stature, a few blond fringes now fallen from his movements.

Even though a thin layer of sweat shone from his face, Prince Naoya remained ethereal.

And like a snake charmed by the musician’s seductive tone, your feet moved on its own. Fingers stretching until it met with the Crown Prince’s large and warm ones, you were now in front of him. With him. Holding him, touching him, meeting him eye for eye and realizing – gold. His eyes burned a deep shade of gold, elegantly rich and heartbreakingly stunning your heart ached.

Before you knew it, your hands began to tremble, feeling as if your body had been corded into a corset three sizes smaller. You could not breathe, and the Crown Prince took notice.

“You are stiff. Do I make you uncomfortable?” Good Saint. If only possible, you would’ve closed your eyes and basked in the deep warmth of his voice. It reverberated from deep within, breathed out with an air of natural authority and profound confidence it made your knees weak. As if sensing his effect on you (though for the wrong reasons, it seemed), Prince Naoya hummed to himself. “This routine shall last for a few minutes before I can let you go, I’m afraid.”

You instantly realized the implications of your silence. “N-not at all, Your Highness! I am honoured to be dancing with you.”

“There is no honour in a choreographed dance. Everyone will dance with me. It’s nothing special.”

Your heart fell. Prince Naoya not only sounded dejected, but detached as well. As if he found no pleasure or specialty in this event, at a time where he had every opportunity to meet his lover, and that this ball was merely a task to be checked off in his already long list of responsibilities. It wasn’t disappointment, per se, but rather melancholy that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Not because Prince Naoya held little to no regards for something you treasured, but because he sounded terribly alone. Like he was simply waiting for it to end out of discomfort.

“It’s special to me, Your Highness,” you blurted out faster than you could stop yourself. For a moment, you feared you may have offended him, but the Crown Prince only laughs.

And when he did – saint, when he laughed – his eyes crinkled into half moons, pearly whites flashing against the bright lights and his whole chest shook with amusement.

You’d never seen him smile this way before.

Prince Naoya’s laughter didn’t cease. Around you, your gut instincts told that people were now beginning to look; the Crown Prince’s deep rumbles of laughter sounded exquisitely like music as well, after all. “ Is it special to you because you are now dancing and within the Crown Prince’s proximity? As much as I presume how exhilarating it might be for those who mostly see me in the papers and in the tabloids, I assure you, dancing with your Prince is not an honour. Especially when you are all sent the invitations based on your status and not your worthy traits.”

“It’s special to me,” you mumbled, growing shy all of a sudden when the Crown Prince nodded at you to continue. “Because...because it reminds me of the first time we met.”

The Crown Prince hummed in amusement.

“We have met before?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I’m from the Terratian Borders – my father is a loyal servant of His Majesty. You visited the borders when you were eighteen and I was sixteen. Do you remember it, Your Highness? You stormed in my private library.”

Indeed, the young barely-out-of-his-teens Crown Prince barged into your home’s library years ago. You were not previously informed he and his parents would be visiting since they arrived wordlessly, so you were stuck in your chambers as usual, killing time if not for sleeping and tending to the animals. Perched on a ladder, you attempted to reach for a book on the upper shelf when your foot slipped beneath you. At the age of sixteen, you were dramatic enough to say your life flashed before your eyes. You would’ve screamed then had strong arms not appeared out of nowhere, the Crown Prince staring at you with wide, golden eyes as they were now, his breathy rasped as he asked, are you okay, my lady?

The mere recollection of that fateful memory had your cheeks warming in delight. “You were so charming and heroic back then. Even when I had no idea you were a royal, I would have still believed you to be princely,” you said rather absentmindedly, blinking once then twice at your words. “Of course, it’s understandable if you do not remember, Your Highness!”

“My apologies. I do not remember, though Terratia is a wonderful place. Such a shame I was not informed beforehand they had a lovely daughter.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” you cheered back, cheeks and jaw beginning to ache from how wide you were smiling. But could anyone blame you? You felt absolutely silly that you were a breath away from passing out minutes ago, and now here you were, dancing with the Crown Prince and sharing memories with him like it was a daily occurrence. The words it’s true love when you feel at peace with them suddenly rang back at your head from that latest romance novel you read, and you turned away, hoping the Crown Prince would not read your thoughts to your face. However, Prince Naoya’s lips pursed into a thin line, all traces of humour now disappeared. “I’m sorry – should I not have laughed?”

“No, I don’t mind,” he mused with his jaw locked tight, “I just haven’t seen anyone react that way before.”

“Like what?”

“Like my words meant the entire universe to them. I may dare even say you look terribly in love, though I cannot blame you on that one, can I?”

Prince Naoya shook his head the minute the words left his mouth. Forcing himself to believe it couldn’t be real, perhaps, you truly did not know anymore. Your only plan for tonight was to see the Crown Prince and get to live out your dream of seeing him once more even for just a brief moment before you travelled back home while he married another, and yet – “Your Highness, I’m in love with you. I have always been since the day we met.”

You could no longer stop the words. The voice at the back of your head begged you to shut up and not cause a scene, that your time had passed up and people were staring, yet you remained in his arms no matter how much you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Please do not misunderstand me, Your Highness. I did not come here to attempt to steal your heart and be your wife, though I will admit I have dreamt of meeting you again for so many moons. I...I only want to tell you this. That I love you and even though it was a brief moment, I think the love I’ve always read about felt real and possible for the first time in my life,” chuckling nervously, you gather to courage to face him, adoration shining for the Crown Prince stood shock still before you, however stunned he may be. “I love you, Your Highness. I love you. And to whoever lucky woman you choose to be your betrothed, I hope she takes care of you and showers you with all the affection you are deserving of. You would make a great King. So God help his Crown Prince, and may you lead us all into a better world.”

Prince Naoya did not budge a muscle. His eyes remained hard on yours, breath warm as his nostrils fumed. With each passing second that he did not speak, you grew restless and tugged your arm away from his hold with a disgraceful smile.

You’d truly crossed your line. The repercussions to be faced for this impoliteness would destroy your family’s honour. You had to leave. “Your Highness? The song has changed. It’s time to let go—”

The Crown Prince inched close enough until his hair tickled your cheeks, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he pulled you close, close enough that your lower bodies touched. Skin ablaze with heat, you dared not move an inch. “Do you mean it?” he demanded lowly, his fingers ghosting over your wrist to hold you in place. “Do you truly love me? Not for what I have, not for who I was born to be, but me as a person itself?”

Closing your eyes to shudder in a deep breath, you exhaled. “Of course, Your Highness. Even if you were not born as a Prince, I’m sure I would’ve still loved you in a different universe.”

“But I do not know you.”

“We don’t have to know each other, Your Highness, and we never will. Once you let me go, I’ll return to the shadows where I belong, and I will continue supporting you until the day of your coronation.”

“And if I refuse to let you go?” he clicked his tongue, “What will you do then?”

The Crown Prince’s spicy perfume must be an aphrodisiac or hypnotizer of sorts. Everything he did messed with your mind that it was too late – the music had stopped and people were no longer drinking or chatting. Everyone’s eyes were on you and the Crown Prince. You could only imagine how controversial this position must be; with his lips trailing dangerously close to that sensitive spot in your neck where you nearly moaned. You really needed to leave.

“P-people are looking, Your Highness. You do not want this affair with someone you won’t choose—”

“Who said I won’t choose you?” Finally, he pulled away. But Prince Naoya never once tore his gaze away from yours, nor did he allow you to look at anyone but him as he caresses your jaw so light and feathery you wondered if he was truly there.“Who said I haven’t laid my eyes on you the moment you walked in here? This ball is for naught because of you, Lady Y/N. I’ve already made my choice, and you helped me confirm it as soon as you danced with me.”

“Your Highness...”

“Look at me,” he ordered, your eyes flitting from his pinkish lips to his sharp nose and then to his fox-like gaze. Only this time, Prince Naoya was no longer harsh. “Don’t be scared.”

“But they’re looking.”

“You are with me, of course they’ll look,” he teased, “They wish to be you right now. But ignore them and dance one more time with me.”

It wasn’t like you had a choice, but did it matter? One nod from him was all it took before the orchestra fumbled back to their spots and a new song played, Ode of Moonlight Lovers, and the Crown Prince was guiding you back to where he had originally danced with you.

From the corners of your eyes, you caught a glimpse of your parents with their mouths gaped open; your father looking like he was on the verge of passing out. However, you felt nothing but joy, nothing but the adrenaline pumping through your veins as he danced and twirled you in his arms. When the music stopped and you were both panting for air with silly smiles on your face, it dawned on you that you were with the Prince. No, rather, it was only you and the Prince alone. Even in the sea of people whose faces began to blur, he prevailed crystal clear.

You could recognize him anywhere, find him everywhere.

Prince Naoya stepped impossibly closer until your chests touched, hearts beating as one. Cupping your jaw, he was near enough that he swallowed all your shaky breaths with a small, teasing smile like you both shared a secret the entire world could not know.

“Do I still make you nervous?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Yes, Your Highness. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“It’s beloved now,” he corrected, face inching closer and closer to a point you could count the number of his lower lashes. “And what do lovers do to seal their union?”

“M-Marriage?”

“Close, but this is much better.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would have a love story ripped out straight from a fairytale, you would’ve laughed at their faces. You were no Cinderella, nor were you a goddess of beauty that could’ve possibly caught the Crown Prince’s eye. Yet, his soft lips were on yours, kissing you with as much passion you could only dream of that you cried.

Strong hands guiding the back of your waist, Prince Naoya dipped you lower to the ground – the grand of finish of his dance. He had chosen his bride.

The crowd cheered and rejoiced all around you, making you smile into the kiss. Fisting his collar to bring him closer to yours, your mouth burst into metaphorical fireworks as soon as his tongue mingled with yours for an experimental taste. He was bitter yet sweet; expensive wine resting on his tongue, yet a delicate vanilla sat heavily on his soft lips that molded with yours. It was a taste you could spend forever being addicted on. And you were crying, crying so much your chest ached and the Prince’s cheeks grew damp from yours. You’d dreamt of this for so long, too long now.

Prince Naoya slowly pulled you away, his thumb wiping the tears away from the pads of your cheeks with tenderness in his touch. However, the Prince was not satisfied. The crowd whooped as he leant down to kiss your forehead. “You are mine now, my princess.”

Looping his hands with yours, the Crown Prince led you out of the castle. The crowd parted naturally to make way for the new couple, and you were left staring at his broad back and the tuft of blond hair where you’d soon find out how soft it would be. Sending one last glance to your crying parents, you waved goodbye. You had no idea where the Crown Prince would take you but you were already bunching your dress up, heart completely filled with trust you did not question it. What mattered tonight and for the rest of your life was that it felt right. That it was him – your beloved Prince Naoya Zen’in and soon to be husband – that you’d follow through the moon and back.

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solarpearl · 3 years

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fashion world! au

characters: zhongli, xiao, childe, albedo, diluc content warnings: none! ask to tag if you need it (i don’t mind!) a/n: shoutout to my bestie @stellarpredator who is the good ideas to my “childe captions like noah centineo” pea brain. similar to the scifi au i posted but much more organised. you guys are all beautiful you cannot convince me otherwise. what’s playing: umpah umpah by red velvet.

zhongli

zhongli is the ceo of fashion industry giant rex lapis inc. known for their sophisticated and elegant styling, most models would KILL to be able to work with RLI, much less work with the mr zhongli himself.

which it why it frustrates him to no end when you-- booked & busy fashion world modelling icon, never pick up his calls.

zhongli, pointing at a photoshoot you recently did with ragvindr: WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON’T??? xiao, employee of the year: mr zhongli please sit down the people are staring.

you never seem to spare him a glance at any of your important business meetings. everytime he comes up to you you’re scurrying away to somewhere else, everytime he tries to catch your attention with those amber eyes you’re staring intently at the paper cup in your hand. every single time you always seem to be somewhere else entirely.

zhongli feels personally targeted, which is why he doesn’t spare a second to corner you at the balcony of an afterparty.

he calls your name quietly, and you almost drop the phone in your hand as you whirl, eyes wide that someone had came in after you.

“would you give me the pleasure of capturing your beauty... and letting the whole world marvel?”

zhongli, thundering after you: PLEASE WE NEED TO TALK you, confused: EXCUSE ME PLEASE STOP CHASING ME SOMEONE GET THE PAPARAZZI OUT OF HERE

xiao

xiao doesn’t really think he’s fashionable, he really just throws on the same leather jacket each day and a graphic tee and call it a day.

unfortunately everyone seems to think otherwise, & after a chance encounter and his photo appearing in the magazine he’s well on his way to becoming the next top model.

a year into his career and xiao is on ALL the magazines, his face is recognisable worldwide, and he gets pretty embarrassed whenever his friends point at the huge billboard with his face on it.

yet none of his advertisements have him smiling (his friends says he doesn’t know how to, but he just scoffs at them) and there’s this strange melanchony as he can’t seem to stop thinking about the first photographer that first took his photo (and somehow made him smile??)

(that’s you baby you’re the only one who xiao smiles at)

so when he finally manages to catch you again in the next room over from one of his shoots..? his hand darts out before he can think.

“now that i’ve got you... i’m never going to let you go.”

pls read on all the funny ones are under the cut.

childe

famous soundcloud rapper streamer childe accidentallys like a photo of you on the ‘net, then lets it slip on stream that he thinks you’re really beautiful.

somehow his friends are suddenly daring him to comment on your post, & you have to wake up confused as to why the top comment with the most amount of likes is “barbeque sauce on my tiddies” from this verified guy, but hey, at least he’s cute.

childe: barbeque sauce on my tiddies childe's fans: get him boys

you manage to follow him back and the next day childe drops a shirtless pic on the gram and all his fans are screaming at him for being too obvious (you don’t even see it)

the caption? “i love you? i am you.” wise words mr centineo.

you: new vid dropping with childe tonight! the fans: OH MY GOD THIS IS IT THEY’RE ANNOUCNING THEIR RELATIONSHIP the video: shopping in snezhnaya (i made my best friend carry everything) the fans: fuck they friendzoned him

you two manage to keep your relationship a secret for a year before announcing it on a stream and the fans when absolutely ballistic.

“you and i make a great pair, don’t you think?” “sure, barbeque sauce on my tiddies.”

albedo

this is fashion world, and albedo’s at the top. he’s known as bold and fashionable but also stupidly hard to work with.

you, a model-in-training that happens to go to the same school as albedo-- and ready as hell to drop out any second.

you have the unfortunate pleasure of working with THE mr albedo himself for the last project of the year-- the most important one that makes up 30% of your grade.

its off to a great start when albedo takes you ‘shopping’ to ‘get a sense of your tastes’, only to stop and admire and sketch an hilichurl for most of the day before wordlessly carting off with a canvas of wet paint (decidely not a picture of you OR an outfit)

the next day goes just as well-- you spy albedo humming over twenty pieces of faux fur that look practically identical to your untrained eye. he goes away with four bags of mysterious fabrics and tells you to call him up tomorrow.

you arrive the next day wondering whether or not he'll put you in a hilichurl fursuit until he turns around with the most gorgeous piece that you’ve ever laid eyes on. you’re certain this isn’t the albedo you met on the first day.

"i needed to make a piece befitting of your beauty... do you not like it?”

diluc

you, popular media fashion influencer, somehow fucking makes it to one of the most elite fashion shows ever-- mondstadt fashion week.

(and you absolutely kill it, shut up.)

there, an outsider to all the glitz and glam and horror fashion, you find yourself lost and confused, and also terrified at all the parties that you seem to be invited to everyday.

you find your unlikely companion in fellow outsider-- quiet fashion ceo heir diluc ragvindr, an outside to the frivioulus runway, just like you.

he doesn’t do parties-- and he can’t strut the runway like his brother. he doesn’t even get how safety pins work (much to your chargrin, how is he supposed to take over a fashion company like THIS??)

it’s just sad that you two had to meet by sitting next to each other on a runway show, and how the person next to you is practically shoving you right into his lap.

“not a fan of runway shows, but i suppose there are worse people to be sitting next to.”

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ohsnapitzlovehacker · 4 years

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Behind Closed Doors - Ramsey x M!MC

Author’s note: So this was literally born last night, took a completely different turn than what I’d originally planned, but it was SO. FUN. In my original playthrough, my MC is with Raf (until Aurora is an official LI LOL) but I wanted to explore how he really feels about Ramsey. Shoutout to @scgdoeswhat for letting me borrow her MC, Feelgood, and to my mod squad gals for putting up with my screenshots and clownery every 5 minutes; I dedicate this to y’all!

Summary: Dr. Eddie Love needs Ramsey on his side for the upcoming hearing, but a pesky thing called sexual tension gets in the way.

Rating: Mature (but I’ll tag nsfw in the tags because I’m not 100%???)

Word count: ~4K this is a first in a while

Tagging: @omgjasminesimone @brightpinkpeppercorn (because I think you guys might be interested??)

Eddie knew his friends had a point: every favor counted in the battle to keep his medical license and continue to work and thrive at Edenbrook. He owed it to his patients, his family, and he mostly owed it to himself. Tommy Lee, aka Dr. Feelgood, the most incompetent doctor he'd ever had the displeasure of meeting (and Eddie had met all sorts of characters during his time in med school) had been the first to suggest talking Dr. Ramsey. Eddie did his best to ignore the man, but "Feelgood" seemed to have a special interest in him; he could sniff out Eddie's annoyance like a bloodhound.

"Aren't you two close? I mean that's what I've heard," Feelgood smirked as Eddie changed out of his scrubs at the end of a long shift. Eddie stiffened at the insinuation but forced his lips into a pleasant, stiff, smile. "Don't know what you're talking about," Eddie said, pulling his jeans up to his waist. He was not having this conversation with anyone, least of all, Feelgood. Sure, he'd been in awe of the great Dr. Ethan Ramsey right when he'd made the decision to pursue being a doctor back in high school, but there was a reason they said 'don't meet your idols'. It had taken a while for Eddie to get used to his mentor's rough edges and jaded, sharp tone, but it had done wonders to tamper down his own starry-eyes. Eddie had perspective now. He also had Rafael, an utter sweetheart, and maybe a better understanding of Dr. Aurora Emery...Eddie had no need to give Ramsey more than a passing glance when it came to anything nonwork-related.

"I mean, he's not my type, but I can see the appeal. Tall, brooding. That growl thing his voice does when he's shouting at us, interns?" Feelgood clutched his heart and pretended to swoon. Eddie sucked his teeth, thoroughly annoyed and ready to end the conversation. Instead, he calmly shrugged. "Honestly, I'd love for someone to put Ramsey in his place," Eddie said truthfully, and Feelgood gave him a curious look. "I'd love to punch his lights out," he said, expression serious, and Eddie barked a laugh of surprise. "Get in line, Feelgood.” Shit. “I-I meant--" Dr. Lee's eyes shot up, dark eyebrows disappearing under dark hair. "Did you just call me...Feelgood? Awww, Eddie!" He threw his arm around Eddie's neck and gave him a crushing side hug. Eddie noted he smelled like artificial-mint and something medicinal as he struggled to untangle himself from the doctor. "Dude, don't touch me!" Eddie snapped, but Feelgood was unbothered. He stripped off his shirt, admiring his physique in the mirror as Eddie grabbed the rest of his things. "For what it's worth, I'm rooting for you." Before Eddie could dwell on the statement's sincerity, Feelgood shot him double finger guns and a wink before adding, "I mean, think of all the fun we can get into now that we're besties!"

Eddie wasn't one for vulgarness, but his middle finger flew up of its own volition in farewell. "Ahh, Feeling the loooove. Get it?" Feelgood let out a boisterous laugh as Eddie left him behind, relieved.

Presently, this interaction ran through Eddie's mind as he stood in front of Ramsey's apartment building, nerves making his fingertips tingle, and he took a deep breath to settle his nerves. He’d come from the golf course, encouraged, but now the optimism tasted a lot like anxiety. If his brother, Quentin was here, he'd give one of his infamous pep talks, the ones that ended with him playing devil's advocate for extreme situations that wouldn't happen (probably) like Eddie going back their parents' home, still deep in debt, and have to sell pictures of his feet to weirdos on the internet. And then they'd find out about the feet photos and kick him back out, an utter disgrace, and he'd have to live with Quentin and his almost-but-not-really girlfriend in their cramped one-bedroom apartment fifteen minutes away from a congested highway. Eddie laughed to himself as he mulled over this, missing his mom and dad and his well-meaning brother. Just as Eddie was prepared to give up and take the train home, there appeared Ramsey, looking like shit. Except, even with the bags under his eyes, and the invisible weight that pulled him down, Eddie couldn't help stripping it all away to reveal the tried but rugged man underneath it all.

So Eddie had a working pair of eyes and a healthy libido; sue him. He'd rather throttle Feelgood for planting the seed in his mind, but maybe he could accomplish that at a later date. Eddie tried to focus on that rather than admiring the prominent stress vein stretched across Ramsey's neck. He glanced over at Eddie's outfit, letting out a snort, and Eddie bit back the snarky retort on his tongue, any sexual attraction morphing into instant annoyance. Now was not the time to antagonize Ramsey, but Eddie was grateful for the little reminders of his mentor's condescending, brash attitude. Eddie had never believed that nice guys finished last, and he wasn't going to start now. His mom said he had a bleeding heart, and his dad noted that he was too ‘soft’ for a man, but as a Black male living in America who didn't fit the stereotypical mold, he'd be damned if he couldn't be both kind-hearted and stop people from walking all over him.

"Did you join a cult?" Ramsey asked, and Eddie smiled, letting the humor of the situation hit him. "No, a country club," he chuckled. He followed Ramsey into the apartment and closed the door behind him. Before Eddie could get through with the niceties, Ramsey was in the kitchen had pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured two glasses. Eddie looked blankly at the glasses. "I heard your preliminary hearing didn't go too well," Ramsey said, as a way of explanation, holding out a glass to him. Eddie took it, refusing to turn down expensive alcohol. "Give me that," Eddie sighed, and Ramsey smiled. "I thought so." The two men toasted to early retirement, and Eddie rolled his eyes as he took a sip of the stiff drink. The scotch caught in his throat as he realized something. "You already knew about the hearing?" he asked the older man and Ramsey looked over at him as if he'd asked about the nose on his face. "Obviously," Ramsey responded, taking a swig of his drink. Eddie lost his taste for the scotch. "Why the hell haven't I heard from you? Have you already written me off as a lost cause?"

Eddie had meant to come off as biting as his accusation, but the words fell flat once they reached his tongue and Eddie was hit with a wave of anguish. He stared down into his drink, watching the liquid swirl. "Of course not..." Ramsey's voice was soft and Eddie wanted to cry. That wouldn't do. "Funny, because you'd think you would have reached out by now? Maybe sent me a text, or call me since you hate texting so damn much," Eddie slammed his glass down, not caring that some sloshed off the sides and onto the kitchen counter.

"Edd...Love, look--"

"You know I'm a good doctor! You know you could help me!" Eddie wished he'd drank more of the scotch. Maybe then he could blame the yelling on being tipsy. "What the hell happened with you?" Eddie demanded. "Where'd the real Ethan Rasmey go? Because I'd love to have him back." Ramsey's eyes flared, and even in Eddie's anger and frustration, that damn growl of his did something to the younger doctor that made it hard to catch his breath. "This is The Ethan Ramsey! The man who can save anyone except the people he gives a damn about. Not Dolores. Not Naveen. And not you." Ramsey had given up on him, had in fact already gave up on him, and Eddie felt the dam around his heart crumble and break. He swallowed back angry tears, jabbing a finger into Ramsey's chest. "Maybe you quit. But you taught me not to. So I'm sure as hell fighting back, with or without you." Before Eddie could react, Ramsey grabbed his hand, restaining his movement, both of them breathing hard. Eddie could see his own distress reflected in his mentor's eyes, but he could also feel how close they were in the space. He tried to shake the thoughts away, blinking wet eyes as he looked away, hand still encased in Ramsey's. "Don't you think I'd help you if I could, Eddie?" Not Rookie. Not Love. Eddie. The flutter in his heart turned into a full-blown stampede.

Eddie nearly missed Ramsey's rant, trapped in his web of thoughts. "I already told Harper I wanted to testify, but she said I was too biased! So stop asking me, Eddie! I don't work there, and soon neither will you." Eddie snatched his hand away as if he'd been burned. "Fuck this!" Eddie exploded, but Ramsey placed a hand on his arm as if to stop him. Eddie froze, unable to look anywhere else but at the hand. The seconds ticked on a clock Eddie could hear but not see. "Ramsey," Eddie spoke, his voice strained and weird sounding to his ears.

"...What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I'm not your boss anymore, and that means...." The sentence hung in the air, unfinished, and finally, Eddie took a chance and looked up, terrified of what he'd see. Blue eyes stared back at him, the hunger unmistakeable and Eddie wondered if it had been there all along, carefully hidden behind the professional mentor-mentee relationship they'd maintained until now. Eddie gulped and watched as Ethan followed the motion with his eyes. Was this what he wanted? Eddie wasn't sure who leaned in first, but one thing was for certain: Ethan Ramsey knew how to kiss. "Fuck," Eddie shuddered, pulling him flush to his body, desperately needing his lips everywhere. "I want you... you have no idea how much..." Ramsey kissed him again, managing to put his entire being in the action, and Eddie was left scrambling for his thoughts. "Really? Because that was news to me," Eddie weakly joked.

Ramsey gave a devilish smile, and Eddie realized he could walk away from this at any moment. Except...he couldn't. Not when Ramsey led them to his room, not when their mouths broke away long enough for Ramsey to tug off his shirt, and not even when Eddie had settled on top of him, running a hand along his torso. "Eddie..." Ramsey spoke, and Eddie realized that soft, unabashed look in his hooded eyes was entirely foreign to him. Eddie wasn't sure if it was strictly attraction but was determined to chase after this new high, this gift, with wild abandoned, damn the consequences. He allowed Ramsey to pull off his polo next, discarding it to the floor below. Ramsey let out a grunt of approval as stripped down to his underwear next.

"Glad to see the cult shirt gone?" Eddie quipped, his insides melting as Ramsey studied the rippled and sharp planes of his dark chest. "Among other things," Ramsey agreed, his teeth grazing along the sensitive part of Eddie's jaw. He let out a groan and Ramsey laughed. "I imagined you'd be quite vocal, but it's one thing to imagine, and another to actually experience it." Eddie's brain officially short-circuited. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? Suddenly shy, he motioned to the open window reflecting the nightlife outside. "What's the view like, Ethan?" Eddie figured if the night was going to fly in its current trajectory, he might as well get used to being on a first-name basis. And Eddie needed a moment to catch his breath, even if his pulsing, half-hard cock said otherwise. "Come see for yourself," Ethan smiled knowingly, pulling him from the bed and leading him to the window. From this distance, Eddie couldn't see the traffic congestion, or the stars for that matter, but what he did see still managed to relax him in a way he hadn't been for a while.

The street lights reflected off of cars and buildings, and Eddie could easily imagine he was in his hometown rather than at Ethan's place. Then again, his hometown didn't have Ethan's chest flush against his back, his stubble brushed against Eddie's cheek, or his warm, comforting breath. He tasted like scotch and Eddie craned his neck to return his greedy kisses. "Well?" Ethan asked as Eddie turned his head back to look out the window. "Reminds me of home. I've always been a sucker for a city view," Eddie responded, completely aware of the hand that snaked below the band of his underwear and wrapped around his erection. Pre-cum leaked from the tip as Ramsey fondled him, and he could feel Ramsey's arousal pressing into him from behind. "I could take care of that for you," Eddie blurted and instantly wanted to snatch the lazy comment back into his mouth and bury himself under Ethan's mountain of pillows.

"I'm sure you could, but..." Eddie mourned Ethan's touched when he pulled his hand out, but he quickly replaced it with his mouth after pulling down Eddie's boxer briefs and sinking to his knees. Eddie bit back a nervous laugh. The Great Ethan Ramsey kneeled before him and it wasn't a dream. Not that Eddie had those kinds of dreams. Ethan gripped the meat of his hip and pulled him close, lips wrapping around Eddie's hardness, and Eddie almost came just from the contact of his wet mouth. "Sweet baby Jesus," Eddie whined, delving his fingers in Ethan's hair. Eddie didn't care if he left fingerprints on the window glass. He'd offer to clean them tomorrow, or whenever, just as long as Ethan kept working miracles with that tongue of his. He told him this too, feeling the laughter more than he heard it, the sensation pleasant. Hollowed out cheeks, Ethan's head bobbed while Eddie pulled at his hair, legs shaking as he struggled to hold himself up. Eddie was far more used to giving than receiving, but maybe he needed to change his tune. And take some serious notes from Ethan's playbook.

Eddie came with a shudder, drawing up just enough strength to pull him thank him with an open-mouthed kiss, taking him in like a man drowned at sea, praying for lungfuls of air. Eddie kicked off his briefs that had pooled at his feet and pushed Ethan back onto the bed, gaining his second wind. He could tell when the older man noticed the change even before Eddie climbed on top of him, dragging Ethan’s boxers off with his teeth. He kissed the exposed skin on the way down, igniting the fire in his belly that threatened to set his entire body ablaze as he took Ethan's hard length in his hand, pretending he wasn't intimidated by how much bigger he was. He was suddenly glad he'd stayed silent when the giggling nurses had taken bets on much Ethan was packing.

"I'm not made of glass, Eddie," Ramsey, joked but Eddie caught the want in his eyes. The longing. Damn his bleeding heart.

"You like it rough, then?" Eddie smirked, and those were the last complete sentences either of them uttered for a long while. Rich brown skin against smooth pale skin, their bodies moved in tandem, filling the room with their sighs and grunts and an especially colorful string of "motherfucking balls, shit fuck, fuck, shit" from Eddie. He was near silent when he came, his name a caress on Ethan's lips as he found his release too.

Boneless and completely spent, Eddie lay on his side, head tucked into Ethan's side. Sleep would take him soon if he let it, but Ethan's sigh roused him from whatever rest his body thought he'd give it.

"What?" Eddie sat up, trying to read Ethan's expression while also sorting through his own thoughts. This had to be a one-night stand. No way they could keep this up. Even if he'd be daydreaming about Ethan's lips sucking him dry for weeks now. "Look, I know this was a mistake," Eddie began, and Ethan's unfocused gaze locked on him, brow furrowed. "...You think this was a mistake?" Eddie saw the unbidden hurt in Ethan's eyes before it was gone, indifference left in their wake. It gutted Eddie to see that, but if Ethan had deeper feelings for Eddie, then it was up to him to pull the rug out from under his mentor. Even if that meant shooting himself in the foot too. He had a hearing in the morning, and he couldn't be sorting through his feelings while defending himself at the same time. Still, Eddie couldn't find it in himself to be mean spirited, especially after his ugly fallout with Landry. He’d had enough of trusting white boys.

Eddie pulled himself away from Ethan, searching for his clothes in the dark, preferring not to see his expression. "You'll be there tomorrow, right? Even if you can't testify" Eddie didn't specify where, but Ethan didn't need specifics. He stared down at his hands, the ones that had held and been held by the attending. What an absolute mess.

"Do you want me there?"

"...Yes."

"Then I'll be there." Eddie nodded, pacified, but didn't make a move to climb out of bed. His roommates would wonder where he was, Sienna especially, and he knew he'd have to craft an excuse to pacify her curiosity and concern.

"You're a damn good doctor, Eddie. Brilliant. And I let you down." Eddie glanced behind him to find Ethan sitting up as well. Hesitant. Eddie pressed a hand against his forehead, praying for the strength he didn't have. "Hey, can we um, can we go back to...I call you Ramsey, and you call me...Love." His voice faltered on his surname, but he soldiered on. "And you didn't let me down. I still think you're rude and intimidating and a hardass. But underneath all that, you still care a hell of a lot." Ramsey laughed, and the sound eased the tension in Eddie's shoulder's just slightly.

"You looked like you wanted to start a brawl with me in the middle of the kitchen," Ramsey shook his head and Eddie shrugged. "That was the plan believe it or not. And no offense, but I think I would have won." Eddie decided to leave the night on a humorous note, a nice little bookend to an adventure he wouldn't forget any time soon. Ramsey watched Eddie get dressed and lace his shoes on last as he sank back into the pillows. "I think you're right," Ramsey agreed. "I wouldn't have had the heart to throw the first punch. Or the last one." It was a simple statement. Nothing had to be read from it. And yet the way which Ethan said it made Eddie realize he needed to leave. Now.

"Yeah, and another thing, you can't fucking say things like that to me," Eddie snapped, and Ramsey turned defensive. Great. "I don't see the point in carrying on with false pretenses, Dr. Love. I've never lied to you before, and I'm damn sure not going to now!"

"You know, that brawl sounds pretty nice right about now," Eddie glared, his anger from before bubbling up to the surface.

"You know what? Don't even come to the hearing! I don't want you there!"

"You don't mean that." No, Eddie didn't. But he could lie to Ramsey and sleep at night just fine. "Thanks for the sex. Now you can go back to drinking yourself into a stupor." Eddie was too much of a coward to see what effect his words had. He was out of the apartment and refused to look back, tripping over his feet in his haste to put as much distance between himself and the awful taste in his mouth.

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The ethics hearing officially behind him, Eddie texted his brother the good news while celebrating at Donahue’s. Quentin was the only family member aware of the gravity of the situation or that there had been a situation.

Congrats! Edenbrook came to their damn senses, now go and get laid big bro. You deserve it.

"Who ya texting?" Sienna asked startling him, and Eddie flipped his phone over. "No one. Uh, nothing." Sienna gave him a crooked smile, though he wasn't sure if it was directed towards him or for the benefit of the animals she'd snuck into the bar. Ann Ann and Nika we're safely hidden under the table, but Mitchy wasn't allowed anywhere out of Sienna sight as he crawled slowly across the table. Eddie had a soft spot for his pet turtle.

"It's Quentin being obnoxious," Eddie sighed, and Jackie pushed the leftover shots towards him, nearly avoiding a collision with Mitchy. Eddie glared and moved the turtle closer to Sienna. "Less talking, more drinking!" He shook his head, then looked to Sienna. She shrugged and both of them reached for what smelled an awful lot like tequila.

Eddie had downed three shots in quick succession when he spotted Aurora sitting alone. Their eyes met across the bar, and she gave him what could have passed off as a smile. He excused himself, hurrying over to talk with her when Dr. Ramsey entered the bar. He remembered how he’d left night, and with great effort, he walked passed Aurora and over to Ramsey.

“Rookie.”

“Ramsey! Glad you could make it.”

The two men found themselves outside, Eddie with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He’d changed out of his suit the moment he was free and employed again. "Thanks again. For showing up," Eddie clarified, but Ethan waved it off. "I said I would." There was silence again but Eddie rushed to fill it.

"And I'm sorry for what I said last night."

"Apology accepted. But don't let it happen again, Dr. Love." He rested a hand on the younger doctor's shoulder and Eddie's lips quirked into a smile. "Even if I speak the truth? Isn't honestly your thing?" Ramsey couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his lips.

His hand reached over to cup Eddie's jaw, carefully thumbing his bottom lip. It was an extremely intimate act considering they were still in public. An unspoken question appeared in those piercing blue eyes of his, but Eddie knew he wouldn't like the answer. Wordlessly, Eddie took his mentor's hand in his and softly kissed the knuckles before releasing his grip. He had to draw the line, but it didn't need to be cruel or unforgiving. In the morning, Ramsey would have his job again and Eddie would submit himself to his tutelage.

No sooner than Ramsey had bid him a good night and headed off to find his car did Eddie realize they’d had an audience member. "Bryce owes me twenty bucks, the dumb bastard!" Feelgood approached him, mischief glittering in his dark eyes.

"Motherfucker," Eddie groaned. If all the people to catch him, it just had to be Feelgood. "Don't you mean 'Ramsey-fucker'?" Feelgood snickered and Eddie stepped up to him, fire in his eyes. Feelgood either had the best poker face or shot up enough drugs in his bloodstream to not give a fuck. Eddie bet on the latter. "You didn't even kiss him goodnight, what was that about?" His words, and his air supply were promptly cut off as Eddie clamped a tight hand over Feelgood's mouth, the urge to punch him into the next decade very strong.

"Just because we're outside doesn’t mean you should use your outside voice," Eddie hissed, but Feelgood shook with laughter. "Calm down, I ain't no snitch. Your secret is safe with me."

Feelgood was a walking disaster waiting to happen, patients and nurses drawn to his fun but chaotic nature, despite the danger he sometimes put others in, but Eddie was so very tired.

"Just buy me a drink. Please."

"Sure! Anything for the man who bedded Dr. Ramsey and lived to tell the tale." Eddie shoved him into the street, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

“...How drunk are you?”

#my mc: eddie love #ethan ramsey #ramsey x mc #choices oh #choices open heart #playchoices fanfiction #cannon divergence #please be kind this is my first fullblown mlm fic #if there's real criticism or an issue feel free to hit up my dms #I repeat: PLEASE be kind #n*fw

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ts-autumns-world · 3 years

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Episode 1: “Autumn you are a crazy fucked up host” - Giraffez

AHHHHHHH AUTUMNS WORLD HI!!!!!! THIS CAST IS AMAZING IM SO EXCITED AND SCARED!!! JINX YES!! AND 4 KILI PEOPLE INCLUDING LILY?? cant wait !!!

Omg! first day and im placed on the Eener tribe <3 love the way it sounds like an alarm so much ! xo love the tribe divisions and love my tribe mates! super excited to get to know them more, and reconnect with others :)

https://youtu.be/9P1GrFrTHnQ

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it’s the way i keep putting my birthday as the date...as if this is a doctors office and not autumns world...I DONT NEED NO DOCTOR THO I AM CURED IN AUTUMNS WORLD ‼️‼️‼️ anyways manifesting a jinx win 🕯 hi my name is jinx and i am the winner of tumblr survivor 103: autumns world. i keep telling myself that. it’s okay to be hungry for the win like i am this time. i can’t let it blind me but it’s okay! it’s okay to say i’m gonna win! if i fail, it’s not smth i haven’t done before. but. im taking a page from autumns book and speaking it into existence. my name is jinx clementine and i WILL BE the winner of tumblr survivor 103: autumns world. *uptown funk vc* don’t believe me just WATCH ‼️

It feels absolutely insane to be back. I feel like I’m a bit oversaturated tbh

I can’t believe this cast. Packed with icons. So many people from Kilimanjaro?? I’m just like??? I’m just so excited to play and hope that our team does great. I just don’t want to lose cause I really don’t want to vote any of these other people out!

when i’m the annoying overactive player... i keep putting my birthday as the month/day/year 😭 so watch out for that. anyways, important announcement: the only song i ever listen to is potential breakup song by aly & aj. i never listen to anything else. if i feel like listening to music that’s what i listen to. it’s been on repeat since 2007. my itunes consists of 1 song, potential breakup song by aly & aj, and the play count is somewhere around 50,000 plays. if you ever see me listening to music, don’t even ask what song i’m listening to, because you know it’s potential breakup song by aly & aj, so why would you even ask

I don't give one fucks, two fucks, red fucks, or blue fucks, I'm gonna put all my effort and energy into this season. I have a point to prove, not to just myself, but to every person who has doubted me in any way. The biggest concern I have is meta gaming, alot of it but its going to be okay. Chris and Jinx? Vibing. Mikki and Captain? that group chat was made 5 minutes into the game. Monty and Lily C are gonna be vibing since they're winners. Lily O and I played fr*nce, but that's... no good. I'm going to just let go and have a great time. This is Autumn's World, and sometimes, we all need to just relax and let nature take its course

Autumn you are a crazy fucked up host....... Legit i was like oh come in have some fun then BOOM FUCKING MESOPOTAMIA FLASH BACK OUT THE GATE so sevice to say I'm nervous as hell about this challenge i so don't want to get voted out first .....or on the same challenge as before so even if we do have to go to tribal hopefully the winning tribe will take pitty on me and you know give me safety

feeling delusional for writing what i wrote about winning 😭🌚 LIKE DKKDKDKDKDKDDKDKKD IM TRYING TO BE MY BEST POSSIBLE SELF AND APPARENTLY THAT FACILITATES DELUSION GOOD NIGHT

https://youtu.be/FJM9fQW7evY

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autumn not letting me in the game at first bc i’m mixed. i can hear my ancestors screaming

Yknow I’m not exactly thrilled that the song decision was made without everyone being present but like my stupid night shifts make it completely understandable at the same time. On that topic, though. Party in the USA for our music video, hmm. Not even bleach is that basic.

good morning it’s day 2 in autumn’s world and i don’t feel any better about the whites. ps. daily i love monty

https://youtu.be/DAXdEjZW1mc

https://photos.app.goo.gl/mQ3vUbaX1nEnsp2Z9

My tribe has a varying amount of timezones which makes it harder to connect with them socially as I cannot PM them as much as I would like to. Additionally, I am finding it difficult to message them because I have to work from 8 to 5 everyday of the week. This sucks because I know I can at least make people like me in the per-merge enough to keep me. However, I can no longer reliably use this strategy. I just have to hope others are way more inactive than me and that my tribe somehow wins immunity. On that note, I am really liking that Mikki and Benj took a leadership role in the tribe. So, they are definitely people I want to keep on this tribe. It would have to be Blake or Khalid that gets the target from me. We'll see how talking to them goes before results.

I LOVE THIS GAME!!!!!!! Ok so starting with my tribe:

Mikki - ABSOLUTELY THE FAV!!! We got along right away on day 1 and are def the closest in timezones which is so great to have someone like that. Sooo fun and easy to talk to really wanna be #1 allies. I know shes amazing at orgs and won and probs is getting along well with everyone but who cares i wanna play w her!!!! The main thing is too have fun and i just know it will be with Mikki

Captain - Also amazing!!! Super active in helping with the challenge and great personally love that hes gonna do english teaching which is smth i was looking into and also in a closer time zone to me and had fun discussing stuff w him so far!!

Blake - We played Kili together!! Shoutout Autumn for getting 4 Kilis back omg. I was on a tribe with Blake and Autumn together for like 2 rounds and we did vote together once so have some positive history at least hes a bit more quiet compared to the others but hes cool and i think we could do good!

Raffy - Iconic parts in the video challenge and also fun so far!! Havent talked as much as the above 3 but still feeling good about him!

Khalid - Seems nice and friendly but we havent messaged yet and no clue if he will do his lines in the music video :O we'll see But overall love my tribe and the overall cast. LILY THE KILI WINNER QUEEN???????? Cant believe shes back would be so awesome to play w her again since last time we were mainly on opposite sides. JINX MY ONE MONTE FRIEND??? YES!! SO excited i hope we get to tribe swap together since in Monte we werent that close and i voted them off i know such a disgrace but since then we have become more friends so would love to play together!! Also played w Chips in Kili and were sort of friends! Chris we are hosting a season together but i think itll be cancelled tbh no ones applying and we dont know each other at all outside of that but i loved his intro and just started getting into agatha christie literally ordered 2 of her books a few weeks ago sdhksa cant believe he mentioned her in his intro so super excited to properly meet him. Joey we are sorta friends but i voted him out recently in other game so dunno how he feels abt me!! Everyone else i dont really know but will meet some soon surely WOOO AUTUMNS WORLD

SO THE GAME JUST STARTED so there's not really that much to spill right now but I do really enjoy my tribe. I have my bestie captain who I will protect as much as I possibly can. and I've spent all day yesterday and today talking to benj who I LOVE so so so much. I feel so good with him. SO UM ASAHJSHSJAJHASHJAS IM ON THE SAME TRIBE AS RAFFY WHO UM ASHJSAHASHJ I played with once before where I was super chaotic and I literally fought him (playfully) and it was so messy and chaotic and stupid BUT I DIDN'T RECOGNISE HIM AND HE DIDN'T REMEMBER ME SO WE JSUT WERE LIKE "nice to meet you" and I didn't realise until later and idk if he knows yet and I am not bringing it up COS LIKE IDK I DON'T WANT IT TO GET WEIRD AND MAYBE HE DOESN'T REMEMBER BUT MAYBE HE DOES IDK but besides that I love him a lot he's so fun and his videos for our music video are AMAZING he's so full of life. Khalid hasn't been on much but I really enjoy his energy when he is. he's so cool and lovely. Blake is nice!!!!! but I can't help but feel my instincts being like WATCH HIM. like something inside me is saying beware of this white man.LIKE IDK WHAT IT IS but I just get instincts in games with people sometimes where I just feel like unsettled??? and that's how I feel right now. we're all in different timezones so socialising is the opposite of overwhelming. I've never had a game so quiet in the beginning like this before. but I've never played survivor either. I think I might be okay??? if we went to tribal but I really don't want us to go to tribal pls....

JINX IS OVER ON THE TUA TRIBE BTW and I'm sitting here with grabby hands. I wanna play with them so bad and just get to have our redemption arc because we didn't play on the same side the first time we played so LET ME HAVE THIS I just wanna play with them and have fun with them but they are so far away :((((

I'm so excited overall tho the whole cast looks amazing and I'm having fun so far. this challenge has been a blast and. a great way to bond with everyone. I feel so close to benj already. I really love him a lot. so I'm having a good time yes ashjshajjahs YAY

oh and I also did my tarot and idk where things are going to go exactly but I'm very :eyes: raffy got the tower and Khalid got the devil....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

also I wanna play with women at some point PLS PLS I haven't been this surrounded by men since I was a closeted 15 year old surrounded by posters of Robert Pattinson and Taylor lautner

Benj just submitted his version of the music video and it is..... bad. I don't know why Mikki filmed vertically? Like, I feel like that's the first rule of music videos? You have to always film horizontally. Also, some of these people's energies were not giving at all. The beginning waking up part was cute though. It's just.... these people aren't giving what they think they're giving is all I'm saying. And Benj put this weird filter on all my videos that makes it hard to see what's actually going on tbh. Anyways, time to kick the socializing into high gear so as to not get voted out! Or pray that Mikki's version of the video is better

hello autumn's world.. this is captain's speaking. sorry i'm one day late to this confessional booth stuff but i'm here and i'm ready to give u some tea. *ahem* thanks jarod for these questions.

1. How do you feel about your starting team? Anyone you are happy/upset to see? OOOOH i feel like my team is very CUTE! like i didn't think autumn was gonna put me and mikki in the same tribe lmao .. i thought it was gonna be divided from ur race and u know mikki is white and i'm not. ANYWAYS, im happy to see mikki in my team of course. thats my ride or die and i know i'm gonna have someone i can 100% trust no matter what for sure. but blake knows for sure that mikki and i are very close so thats gonna be interesting. which leads to the next part, i'm kinda eh with blake in my tribe thats only because our previous experience in CoW so i just hope that its gonna be better here this time *prays*.. for others, i don't know them before so i'm excited to get to know them!!!

2. Who are you most excited to play with on the cast? Most afraid of? oh of course mikki for sure and another person is geekoffilm cause u know we're like besties besties and i love both of them so much. most afraid of... probably monty tbh. they tried to gun for me/mikki(/cora) in jarod's mini so i think they know that mikki and i are gonna be tight so i'm just gonna have to keep an eyes on them cause they are a great player.

3. What are your first impressions of everyone based on this first challenge? OH GOD. i love benj!! benj is very organized so we started off pretty well. i threw out lush life randomly and then we decided to go with lush life, how cute!!! but yea, benj and mikki have done lots of works and i love THEM. RAFFY ALSO DID AMAZING in his parts!!! like he has PROPS and his camp is sooooo summery and AHH he's so great. blake.. ahem if blake didn't look at his lyrics at the first part, it would've been a bit better. and idk about khalid. i'm very worried cause khalid hasn't sent any of his parts yet. and like he seems inactive??? so idk but i don't wanna lose the points for full team participation :oooooh: I DIDNT JUST SHOW ANYONE I CANT DANCE TO LOSE AND I DIDNT HAVE TO DANCE AND MAKE MY LEGS ACHE JUST TO LOSE!!! SOBS!! but that is a sign that tells me i should exercise more x ANYWAYS!!!! its just interesting point to add x

4. What is your strategy going into the first portion of the game? trying to lay low and build some connections with ppl from my tribe. benj and raffy for sure. i rlly like their vibes so i need to stick with them. and just try not to lose challenges cause its gonna be suck voting one of them out. also, if we somehow win, i want to send someone who i can trust moving forward to exiled island.. but we'll see. its gonna be a lot of thinking and convincing people.

5. How do you want other people in the game to view you in the early stages of the game? as someone who they can trust and talk to and someone who always puts effort into challenges cause thats what most important in the first stage of the game.. i'll come back here after results x

HELLO AUTUMNS WORLD IM PISSED! not about raffy getting sent to the outback. its what raffy deserved. i like raffy so thats fine i just need to work on my relationship with him after he comes back. BUT KHALID. GOD. he just doesnt care about the challenge AT ALL. he was inactive. he didnt even talk about the challenge. and then coming to the chat and telling us SORRY after we have submitted… god thats BS. we literally all put our effort into this. and for someone who just dont care about the pandemic (idk about the uk but i guess they allow partying now) and go out and party. GOD i mean he’s going back to bahrain anyways WELL GUESS WHAT, HERE IS ANOTHER PLANE TICKET HOME. take that and sashay away babe

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cause thats just FUCKED UP. everyone put their efforts in. benj — his leg is HURTING he cant move much btut he still did his parts and helped us with the editing. RAFFY — he literally worked 8 to 5 but he still found time to just shoot his parts and like more random parts. blake — well even though he didnt study the song much, he still did it and he is a team player. MIKKI — well u know i love mikki and ik how much shes in her head for this challenge but every scene she is on, i smile watching her because she just did it SO WELL PLUS she stayed up late for khalid and her health is not good. fucked up khalid u done fucked up enough. hope u enjoyed ur short time at autumns world.

First challenge, done, middle of the road WOOOOOOOOOOOOO, absolutely love that my music video streak has been continuing! Coming into this game, I felt absolutely nervous as hell about playing with 2 winners on my team, but in all honesty, I’m gonna take the Jinx approach- Embrace it, you don’t get another opportunity like this. I love the fact that I’m being more engaged than before and that’s what I want to be, especially in confessionals. I’m always trying to be better, and how can I better myself I HATE THE WAY MARV ALBERT PRONOUNCES PARENTHESES, YOU DON’T SAY IT LIKE “THE C’s”? JESUS MARV ITS GONNA BE YOUR LAST GAME YOU CALL IN YOUR CAREER COME ON MAN.

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I hate to be called Joestradamus, but when Captain or Mikki get voted out first because of how tight knit they are, don’t @ me

*slides into splits* WE WON YES YES YES YES WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAH

re khalid missing the challenge: no everyone in our team worked rlly hard on that except khalid who went out fucking partying then he lied about going to send the vid soon cause you know what if he already filmed his parts, looking for a vid and click send are not that hard he fucking told us he was about to send ASAP and then disappeared and then had the NERVE to tell us AFTER THE DEADLINE that he's so SORRY OH PLS

This tribe name is Autumn's last name backwards! https://thumbs.gfycat.com/VigorousBiodegradableIrishterrier-size_restricted.gif

Now that that is out of the way, let me list my tribemates... Giraffez Joey Lily C Lily O Monty. Something is incredibly amusing about how there is a tribe with someone named Chips and someone named Giraffez. What is not amusing is that I get a "I don't like/want to speak to/etc." vibe from Giraffez? I could just be a delicate and annoying flower but our conversations have been short and dry. Joey has some great high energy and excitement and I love that he loves being part of this game. He is also pretty fun to talk to. Hoping that we can keep an open dialogue and that perhaps I can rope him into a future alliance of sorts. Lily C is a sweetheart truly and I adore her personality so much. She is such a go-getter and goes to bat for those with who she feels can be loyal. I'm hoping that we can build loyalty and trust together. Lily O has been busy with work at a bowling alley. That's actually really cool because when I was a child that was my dream job. Not even joking... my parents were in leagues when I was growing up and my brother and I entered ones designed for children. It was a big thing in my family and I thought that I would love to be in that "atmosphere" all the time. Anyway, we haven't spoken until after the results were announced so honestly if I had to guess I was their intended target if we had had tribal council and they were mine?? (perhaps...) It has been really nice getting to connect with Monty and really cool finding out that they are beginning job searching after college and thinking of pursuing education as a career. I have a soft spot in my heart for all educators.

Okay so I'm just going to say this now. Autumn needs to simplify the twists to more like Blue's Clues with an OBVIOUS large blue paw prints where I'm supposed to look. I have no idea what that announcement was about war rooming someone into the game and feel like I"m fifty million steps behind these big-brained people who figured it out. https://media2.giphy.com/media/m59avtxDzXeiQ/200.gif

I think that I missed the message about what we do with tickets or I'm still just as clueless as previously stated but I am intrigued nonetheless. I think even if I knew what to do with them I would just hoard them like I would Chuck E. Cheese tickets in case something else came along. Hope they're not like Fire Tokens and let you buy like Peanut Butter and Idols because I am anti- fire token. https://media.tenor.com/images/d7de1f75f2c43f8e044e958b964430fa/tenor.gif

On a side note, I'm paranoid when I see people on calls because even if they're not talking about me or plotting they are potentially aligning with each other and that does not include me. I don't really know much about how calls work on Discord as I am a pretty big noob generally speaking with the platform but it did say that Joey and Giraffez were on a call earlier?? I'm stressed. https://media0.giphy.com/media/3o7TKRwpns23QMNNiE/200.gif --- http://www.purplerockpodcast.com/wp-content/uploads/survivor-pearlislands-lillian-morris-post-savage-blindside.gif

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Ok.....so after talking to Joey a little ive learned a few things mikki is a bit of a beast Benj is well......social to and everyone despised Mesopotamia........which i get from the stuff that pumped me up to 16th place that season but I'm mostly hoping that i can make it to the end this time....... So far I've talked to pretty much everyone Lilly and Joey and monty not sure which one really but the one whose discord is 13survivirgirl13 so hopefully soon i can work out some kind of an alliance with them and if we swap or merge from three to two either next week or the week after (probably the week after honestly) i feel i can maybe set us up as one and us four can really rule the roost for a moment....hopefully.....who knows i could just he a delusional old queen whose doomed to be nothing more then premerge every time i play tumblr survivor......or maybe I'm just crazy *shrugs* either way it should be a damn good hoot

we won the first challenge, god bless. which brings up something funky i realized: that the best part about winning immunity is having the day off. and also…idk something just doesn’t sit right…the way autumn was emphasizing that someone would be eliminated from the game…like….hm……….idk….never trust a bitch named after a season!

omg we lost AHHHH but thankfully we have an easy boot sorry khalid im glad i dont have to vote mikki captain or blake eeek pls lets win the next one

I'm totally pumped for this game! Like when I saw my tribe and Jinx is on it I screamed! I want us to have the same success of being together at ftc!! Jude honestly is great to me and I'm enjoying getting to know her a lot, Ricky I remember from HvV4 but we both say no to that and start anew! Bryan I am hopeful to talk more since its been dry and that is okay. Sucks we ended losing Michelle early but I am sure it was for the best! We WILL reign successful

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Yesterday was so stressful to me like editing I have no problem with but I thought my biggest worry was that I needed Bryan to submit stuff late-ish. But turns out an hour before due time thd program wanted to stop working 🙃🥲 and I felt so close to wanting to forfeit- which is something I never do but I just felt hopeless and guilty and even imagined getting voted out. So I had to call Jinx who assured me something could be salvaged and they'd make sure I would stay (rip Bryan) but after the extension by cool hosts I found encouragement and did my magic stuff. SOMEHOW we won and to be honest I dont think anything will top that feeling of relief in the org (give me 3 days) but man what a ride yesterday was for me!

I got a Super Idol! Well, at least I now know that I can fuck around in this game a little bit more since I have this extra insurance in my back pocket which guarantees I stay around in the long run. I want to start getting into alliances because being a solo person with not much time on their hands is definitely a scary position to be in. Preferably, I want an alliance with Nikki and Benj (though I suspect that they already have an alliance with at least one other person on the tribe). It does suck that I am not at tribal considering that it will help build my bonds even stronger. I guess I just have to suffer for the time being

i think this is gonna be an easy vote cause khalid needs to go. but idk you can never feel safe in survivor :/ but so far everyone has been telling me they're voting khalid so lets pray

Omg that immunity was so hard, I literally did not know what I was doing and I think out of everyone I was a bit lackluster. I will say on the tribe I have not really talked to all of them but I will say I trust Jinx the most and we have talked a lot and I think that moving forward we will have each others back. All I need to do is talk to the rest of the tribe and form bonds that will last me to a swap or merge.

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khalid babe this ones for you 🥺 https://youtu.be/QX2boYNUbxw

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