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siremasterlawrence · 10 months

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Second Chances

The Carson family is well known to be harsh, cruel and deeply evil family with certain type of agenda set up to hurt family for a lifetime of hell.

I invited them into a home situation after a New York court appointed them to get some sort of rehabilitation for their god awful type of behavior.

They have been on a court order to be lock in their own house to be re-educated to do much better in the world and I have been to task.

I enter their home taking their keys locking the door shut closing the door and I happily face them with this wicked lock on my fav they are pissed.

Collecting all of their keys, wallets, and the whole family in projects throwing them into a side desk and they can’t escape ever this place ever again.

Clapping loudly my hands immediately point to the couch when they drop onto with my instructions and they plop on to with my command.

I felt bad with the windows closed on one end of it flipping on the knob as the central

air conditioner roars on they relief they felt is apparent.

I unfortunately knee this was all according to my plan, I exit the room letting air circle I collect its self and I want to see the effects take place.

First of the father Rob Carson succumbs in a big yawn his head drops and everything else begins to fade out of existence for him for days on end.

Rob has no idea why his eyes open up to be shocked he is in his bedroom the door open but no noise coming from anywhere in the home.

Something is off he feels quite odd now that he thinks about, closet is filled with an entire new wardrobe, his furniture practically gone for some reason.

He did not seem to care sitting down on his bed awaiting something a strange man walk in to his room, triggering the memories of the last night and how all of that horror is now love.

It was a week ago the man behind taps his shoulder holding his head up he can’t help but stare in to the spiral the bed fell from under him.

His body went in to free fall dropping in to an endless pit of darkness his entire life playing before him on huge long length screen he saw his own nastiness.

The contempt he felt for his self is absolute in that is undeniable deep down his souls is jetting off in to a land of pleasure and pain one man save him.

“You are the man from the court I saw you in my dream and I don’t understand why but you are my Master now.”

“What do you have to say to that weakling my dear Rob Carson big man on the worlds campus.”

“No! Please don’t say that feel so awfully and useless.”

“You hate and love this?”

“I do it feels like I am alive.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes sir”

“Say it”

“Master Lawrence “

“Welcome home”

“Ooooohhhh…aaahhhhh”

“Are you ok?”

“Never want to leave “

“The court wanted you to rehabilitate me”

“You promised them to”

“To what? I did help your whole family “

“Forgot about them”

“Yeah”

“They are fine placed in new homes”

“I look about thirty years younger. Did you do this?”

“You de-aged even more so than you think my friend.”

“How are you doing this?”

“Shouldn’t you be alarmed?”

“Why would I?”

“Most would “

“Fuck you!”

“I am yours”

“Everything I say consumes you “

“I conquered you “

“I am at your service “

“Go stand by the mirror”

“Woah! What the hell?”

“You look amazing “

“How far back will it go?”

“Does it matter

“Of course not “

“Just curious “

“Zip it pussy “

“Do I live for you ?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“Face me! I am all that occupies your life “

“Yes Master!”

“Serve me! Accept your place “

“I do “

“Your family”

“Who’s that ?”

“Your friends”

“None”

“Fuck!”

“Do you love me?”

“Oh My God!”

“You are my love”

“My Master”

“My God!”

“Kneel for me”

“Take my hand “

“Kiss me”

“Who am I?”

The end

Second Chances Part 2

Robert Carson’s son Jack is the total hard ass absolute complete jackass who I have lock up in his room for the foreseeable future.

The door cracks open with excitement to his shock, his head lifting in to the air he stood up to stare at me with utter love and respect for me.

The door slams a bit I snap my fingers in an instant turning the lights on with bright light roving on and off covering the room the blinds fall.

His mind goes blank washing over the room spinning in a cycle constantly distracting him in away I knew it is the best way to break him.

I move forward to the bed I shove him on to it my shadow overcomes the wall my hands are in the air and I place it firmly on his knees to me.

Pressing hard it grasp or firmly applying a bit of pressure and even more pressure on to him. I caught his eyes drawing him near to me.

“Do you understand that I am the man of this house?”

“Yes, I am nothing compared to you except a slave.”

“Correct boi, you have been corrupted”

“Yyyeeesss”

“Kneel for me”

“Yes Master”

“Serving you is everything “

“My knight in shining armor”

“Take my hand, kiss it, lick it and suck it”

“Mmmmmm”

“You taste wonderful “

“You are a man”

His eyes fade closing with his back falling in to the bed backwards, instead he hit the airy blue pool washing on to the deck of the backyard. He wakes up rising from the bottom he took the steps at the edge climbing up in wet, skin tight and pumped clothes.

“Hey babe”

“I don’t remember “

“Who you are “

“Yes Master”

“You are aware of me”

“You are my slave”

“My puppet “

“A nobody “

“I love you sir “

“This body is yours to own”

“Break me in half “

“Split me open “

“I am your king”

“You have my life, money and body “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence Sir”

“I am laying on the ground take advantage of me.”

“Hey dad!”

“What’s up?”

“Who are you calling dad?”

“Daddy”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You are silly “

“Where’s your dad”

“You are my dad “

“He is your brother “

“Oh yeah!”

“Stop! You are funny”

“Hahahaha”

“What’s so funny?”

“You are dad”

“Kiss me”

“Thank you daddy”

“You are breath of fresh air “

“Nope! “

“Bois come up “

“Both of you “

“Kiss me”

“Hug me”

“You make breakfast “

“Slide down “

“Suck me off”

“Worship me”

“Mmmmm”

“Oooohhhh Gggoooddd”

“Ooohhhh!”

“FUCK!”

“I seduced you “

“Manipulate you “

“Your scent “

“It’s wiping me “

“Oh Sir”

“I love you “

The end

#rob estes #hugh jackman #charlie webber #james marsden #hypnosis #business #retreat #ryan eggold #trevor donovan #matt lanter #dustin milligan

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mariocki · 10 months

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Phantom of the Mall: Eric's Revenge (1989)

"Eric... I'm really sorry. Look, I may have made some mistakes, I said some bad things. I'll eat my words!"

"Eat this."

#phantom of the mall: eric's revenge #phantom of the mall #1989 #american cinema #slasher film #richard friedman #frederick r. ulrich #tony michelman #scott schneid #derek rydall #kari whitman #jonathan goldsmith #rob estes #kimber sissons #pauly shore #morgan fairchild #gregory scott cummins #tom fridley #ken foree #john walter davis #stacy widelitz #i try to go for original posters from the country of origin wherever possible but honestly every American poster for this film is absolute #garbage. fitting‚ for a film from the ever trashy Friedman. I've seen a couple of his late 80s horror schlocks and actually this might be #the most competently made‚ but it's also somehow less fun than absolute grade z dreck like Doom Asylum. shot in the same mall as Chopping #Mall‚ this is a Phantom au which doesn't actually make any sense once you start prodding at the plot. also Pauly Shore is in this (seeing #his name in the opening credits was the biggest jump scare of the movie). there's only one element of this that's a hands down win and #that's Mac's dad himself‚ GSC‚ in one of his earliest roles‚ as a karate kicking hitman who apparently works exclusively for this one guy #who's opening a mall (and commits multiple murders to protect the mall). he's incredible‚ all quivering psychosis and leather pants #I'd far rather the whole film had been about his genuinely fascinating and bizarre character but alas he's just a henchman #and thus meets a classic henchman's fate (head snipped off by garbage compactor). honestly a kind of bad film but eh I've seen worse

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boomgers · 1 year

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Deberán vivir 30 días sin enamorarse… “Maravilloso Desastre”

Travis Maddox, sexy, musculoso y cubierto de tatuajes, es justamente lo que la sobresaliente estudiante universitaria Abby quiere y necesita evitar. Él dedica sus noches peleando en combates clandestinos de boxeo, y durante el día es el máximo galán del campus universitario.

Intrigado por la resistencia de Abby a sus encantos, Travis le propone una simple apuesta, si pierde su próxima pelea, debe permanecer libre de amoríos y sexo durante un mes. Si gana, Abby debe vivir en su apartamento por la misma cantidad de tiempo. Ninguno de los dos sabe qué sucederá, pero sus destinos ya están en juego.

Estreno: 13 de abril de 2023 en Cines.

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Basada en la exitosa saga de novelas escrita por Jamie McGuire, la película está dirigida por Roger Kumble y protagonizada por Dylan Sprouse, Virginia Gardner, Austin North, Libe Barer, Neil Bishop, Micky Dartford, Jack Hesketh, Declan Michael Laird, Trevor Van Uden, Brian Austin Green, Rob Estes, entre otros.

Los protagonistas de la película atendiendo la premiere en Madrid, España, el 29 de marzo de 2023

#Maravilloso Desastre #Dylan Sprouse #Virginia Gardner #Austin North #Libe Barer #Neil Bishop #Micky Dartford #Jack Hesketh #Declan Michael Laird #Trevor Van Uden #Brian Austin Green #Rob Estes #Películas #Cines

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sconesfortea · 2 years

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Psych Rewatch | 6.16: Santabarbaratown

#psych #psychedit #psychusa #psych tv #psychcountdown #james roday rodriguez #dule hill #timothy omundson #maggie lawson #kurt fuller #corbin bernsen #lolita davidovich #rob estes #gif #my gifs #pineapple in gif 4 #shules #queued

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ramascreen · 1 year

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BEAUTIFUL DISASTER Stars, Dylan Sprouse & Virginia Gardner, on MMA, Poker and Opposites Attract

In the celebration of new YA romantic drama BEAUTIFUL DISASTER, based on Jamie McGuire’s #1 NY Times Bestselling Novel of the same name, the film is currently in theaters and will release on VOD/Digital Platforms on May 2nd via Vertical, I recently had the opportunity to interview the stars of this new film, Dylan Sprouse (“Banana Split”) and Virginia Gardner (“Runaways”) at the virtual press…

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#Austin North #Beautiful Disaster #Brian Austin Green #Dylan Sprouse #Libe Barer #Michael Cudlitz #Neil Bishop #Rob Estes #Virginia Gardner

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badflicks · 1 year

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Uninvited (1988) 🍕

The bin juice of 80s horror is made of point-something % of this movie.

Shoutout to the "special visual cat" people; We see you ❤️

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oldtvlover · 2 years

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Well, tonight there was Perfect People from 1988. Cast: Lauren Hutton - Barbara Laxton Perry King - Ken Laxton Priscilla Barnes - Amy Cheryl Pollak - Irene David Leisure - Derek Rob Estes - Monty June Lockhart - Esther Karen Valentine - Margo and many more

Story: To sum it up: It's about the beauty madness in the 1980ies. From the start: Ken and Barbara are a happy couple, being married for nearly 20 years and when their youngest daughter Irene leaves for college, they decide they wanna look different, feel different. They start with a gym and well, exercising is not the only way. It goes on with dieting, even for the Christmas cookies what shocked the whole family. Never mind, as a last resort, Ken and Barbara go to the plastic surgery and voila, then they look 'normal' again (as in reality). All these things have the effect that the couple doesn't talk to each other anymore, only about their looks. Ken goes for help to Margo, a colleague at work but Barbara sees more into it which isn't true. However, when their daughter Irene comes for the holidays with her new boyfriend Monty, things go up badly. He is interested in Barbara, and a bit later, the couple fights. Barbara flees in her car and Ken follows in his, yet he has an accident and lands in the hospital. His wife was angry, yet seeing him like this, she regrets her decision and wants all back to what it was. Even Ken doesn't want to have a surgery for jaw, chin etc. Still, the way they look now, they enjoy a second honeymoon in Mexico.

Thoughts: As said before, beauty madness. The couple's names strongly reminds of Ken and Barbie, the dolls. Might be the intention. Who knows.

#perfect people #1988 #tv movie #perry king #Lauren Hutton #priscilla barnes #cheryl pollak #david leisure #rob estes #june lockhart #karen valentine #beauty madness #long marriage #life changing #plastic surgery #comedy movie #second honeymoon

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akwardlyuncool · 1 year

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After Ever Happy (2022) - Movie Review

(Based on the novel series After by Anna Todd)

CW: Alcohol Addiction and Overdose.

Obligatory Disclaimer: Did not read the source material. Most reference to them is speculation or public knowledge.

Here were are again. Harden (Hero Fiennes Tiffin) and Tessa (Josephine Langford) have once again graced our straight to streaming/DVD screens with another look at their whirlwind of a toxic romance, for the 4th installment of the After series.

Wild revelations were dropped in the last movie (After We Fell) and if you’ve been following this series, not in the book, than you kinda wanted to know what was gonna come from all the cracks in this couple’s, as well as their family’s lives. You probably felt a little bad for them and hoped that some growing would take place and old patterns wouldn’t be followed.... Okay, maybe that was a bit much in the hoping department, cause unless you actually love this couple, you already know what’s to come. You know that there is no saving them and you wish that they would do themselves a favor and finally let go of the toxic strings that tie them together, but you also know that won’t happen.

After Ever Happy is what you get when you haven’t found a way or refuse to stop the push and the pull and you know your core audience will just follow you right to the edge of that cliff every time. As for me, I’m here for the downfall and the potential for a movie review.

See it can’t be for the spice cause that part was not good. There was maybe 2 maybe 3 spicy scenes in the entire film and the first was so ill-placed that I was done with it before it even finished, as with the rest of them. I’m sorry but the sex you use to fix your poor communication wasn’t enticing enough to my eyes or my feels, for me to say this works.

It once again couldn’t be any of the parts in the story that I hoped would get some real attention either, cause spoiler alert, they didn’t. There are some heavy themes in this story and I just wanted something tangible done with them. You don’t have to preform a miracle, just do better. I’ve said this multiple times (across several reviews in this series) CARE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTERS!

Oh and although predictable, we’re not here for the continued rip on 50 Shades of Grey. Another thing I’ve mentioned before. A lot of romance novels eat off of each other’s plates, so much so that many are simply regurgitating the same story with slight variations. The After series takes big bites and expects folks not to notice or knows people see it and ignores that elephant in the room. Now this isn’t the downfall of this movie, it’s just funny that they do it and makes those parts worse.

There is no growth here. This relationship is not everlasting. It’s not meant to defy all odds. It’s a burning building and anyone who tells you that this is what unconditional love looks like, has already breathed in too much smoke and can most likely not be saved, just like Tess cannot save Harden.

A positive though, is that the cast has finally gotten consistent. I didn’t see a recast of anyone I would have remembered and the people who are here now have been with us for at least 2 or 3 films at this point. You lose a lot with constant recasting, so thanks for keeping who you could.

Okay, so at this point we all know what we’re getting and just like Tumblr acknowledges what kind of platform they got, the After series is acknowledging the kind of toxic romance they’ve created. I haven’t seen them do that before, but I imagine if enough people tell you something about yourself, sometimes you have to admit defeat, thus bringing us here.It’s the 4th movie and possibly one of the first times that we’re all on the same page. Not for long though, cause we all saw that “To Be Continued...” and know there are 2 more movies to follow this one.

Here’s what we’re all gonna do.... We’re gonna keep going, cause we’re invested, we’re gonna keep saying that this relationship is toxic, so that everyone who romanticizes it doesn’t get a moment of peace and eventually realizes it too and then when this is all over we’re gonna move onto the next story with another toxic relationship. It’s called rinse and repeat for slight entertainment.

If you’re interested check out my reviews of After, After We Collided and After We Fell, the first 3 films in this series, if you’re curious about what I thought of those movies.

Bonus Spoiler Commentary Below:

I am not mad that Harden wrote a book about his and Tessa’s relationship as therapy, however I’m not big on the idea that he could just put it out there like that. The book seemed to cover every detail and I’d personally wouldn’t want my intimate life displayed like that without some knowledge or buffer. Like he just showed up with a manuscript and a meeting and she’s just supposed to be like “cool.” I don’t need Harden to be a good person, I just need him to stop with the BS and remember that the world doesn’t revolve around him.

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ithinkwehitametaphor · 1 year

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I forgot that big Pete was in Gilmore Girls. Does that place GG and The Adventures of Pete and Pete in the same universe?:3

#gilmore girls #michael c maronna #michael maronna #rob estes #look oliver from suddenly susan is jess's dad

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whileiamdying · 2 years

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MELROSE PLACE

The lives and loves of a group of young adults living in “Melrose Place” in California. Each with their own dreams and drives, the inevitable conflicts, conquests, and consummations ensue.

— At Melrose Place, no one is innocent.

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twittercomfrnklin2001-blog · 9 months

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Uninvited

If you thought the infamous mutant killer bunny film NIGHT OF THE LEPUS (1972) was really really scary, then Greydon Clark’s mutant killer cat film UNINVITED (1987, Shudder, Tubi) is the fancy feast for you. Of course, if you laughed your posterior off at the former, you may need medical attention after viewing the latter. Scientific experiments have left a tiger striped tabby with the ability to shoot a bad puppet out of its mouth that immediately grows to medium dog size and kills or lethally infects anybody it doesn’t like. Talk about your meow mess! An early scene in which it takes out two men after they beat and rob someone who had fed it suggests the movie that might have been. I think a killer kitty taking out miscreants would be a great concept, and I’d be happy to write it up once the WGA strike is over. And I shall call it “Pussy Revenge.” Meanwhile, in this film it’s picked up by a college girl (Shari Shattuck, clearly playing a legacy admission) on spring break who brings it on board a yacht whose corrupt owner (Alex Cord) wants to shag her. She also brings along some frisky friends to replace the crew Cord has driven off, and they all set sail for the Cayman Islands, where Cord has stashed his ill-gotten gains. The cat has other ideas. Even without the ludicrous puppet, the sight of people trying to chase down the kitty is hilarious. The attacks are so unconvincing, you may never stop laughing. Cord and fellow criminals George Kennedy and Clu Gulager don’t act as if this were a stinker hardly anybody would see. They actually deliver performances that are worth watching, and Gulager is very funny as the team’s nebbish hit man. The women, however, are hopeless, but then, I don’t think they were cast for their acting abilities.

#horror films #bad movies #alex cord #rob estes #george kennedy #clu gullager #animal horror #killer cats

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whetstonefires · 6 months

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Hmm 18 and 29?

18) What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Oh gracious. I honestly like my own stuff quite a lot, as a rule, or I wouldn't work on it long enough to finish anything. Fortunately it says 'one of.' Asking for a very favorite always paralyzes me aslkdjadfs. This is hard.

Is the word 'line' here meant to be 'pieces of dialogue' or 'sentences' or what, do you think?

I decided to pick something from my 'Jason Todd getting parented' era and then couldn't find the time to reread the like 30k of All the Roofs of Uncertainty that involve Bruce to pick out a line, so I'm going to nominate something from the fic where Talon!Jason and the Jokester have a heart-to-heart on a roof.

Hm. It has fewer good bits than roofs, being shorter, but they're all kind of interdependent, they don't stand alone very well. Hm.

"And remember, no matter what, you still have us." Jason wasn't sure what he gave away, but there must have been some kind of surprise, or doubt, because J pulled his hand away and frowned. "What, you thought…? You're one of us. Even if you leave. We love you, JJ. That's not gonna just stop." Jason opened his mouth to say something scathing, or dismissive, or defensive, but (maybe because he hadn't quite decided what tack to take) what came out was, "Why?" To be honest, it sounded more like 'whhyyyyyy?' Half whine, half word, a long syllable dragging itself out of his throat as he tried to take it back. Jokester stared at him for a split second, his hand moving like he wanted to reach out and grab Jason again but decided not to, twitched a little like he couldn't find any words that would fit out his mouth, and said, "Because!" Jason was pretty sure he said something like "that's a stupid reason why are you so stupid all the time," but honestly he wasn't sure because his body had gone into full scale mutiny and decided that it wanted to cry.

(It's the 'that's a stupid reason why are you so stupid' bit I'm so fond of; Jokester got a lot of the series' themes put into his dialogue here and they did a lot of emotional lifting, so including that bit that made me laugh felt like it made the whole fic work better.)

29) Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

Oh this is fun, I have so many abandoned fics.

Ah! Here! A bit I had a lot of fun writing from near the end of a fic I abandoned at 65k because both the characterization and narrative had too many structural flaws to be worth the effort of an overhaul.

“Uh, Lan Zhan? What is this?” Lan Wangji glanced away from the growing stack of rice long enough to see Wei Ying’s baffled, nervous smile, then went back to counting and stacking. “Inadequate,” he said, and kept drawing out baskets from his qiankun bag. “Uh,” said Wei Ying, which was amusing, but not enough for Lan Wangji to let himself lose focus and lose count. Wei Ying sidled over and pried up the lid of a basket; stared at the contents. Uttered a stifled oath, stepping back and taking in the growing wall of rice. Mentally, Lan Wangji calculated. One dou of rice could make a single, small meal for the whole Burial Mounds population; to feed them all well, say four dou a day. Lan Wangji had appropriated well over a thousand dou of rice from the Lan—perhaps two weeks’ food, there. Here, a thousand dou would last nearly a year if they relied on it entirely and did not stint, which seemed unlikely—but it would not keep so long, in these conditions, probably even in a qiankun pouch, so some of it would have to be sold, so it would not go to mold and waste. A year of life. That was all he could offer. Such a paltry recompense, but at least it answered a real need, rather than offering merely what he thought should be wanted. Lan Wangji could learn. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said more sharply, when he was finally done with the rice and started unloading pickles. They had collected an audience now, a dozen of the Wen grouped together in the cave mouth. This was entirely undignified, but Lan Wangji could not think of any other way it could be done. Privacy wouldn’t be appropriate either, even if it was easily obtained. “Lan Zhan, what is this?” “Rice,” said Lan Wangji. Someone laughed. Wei Ying rubbed his forehead; many hours of Wangji’s aggravation in their youth were avenged. “I can see that.” Wangji finished lining up the pickled vegetables, and handed Wei Ying the single sealed jar of ginger. Wei Ying frowned at it, a little wrinkle between his eyebrows. He was adorable. He sighed, and bent to put the pickled ginger next to the pickled cabbage. “Lan Zhan,” he said. “Really. What is this?”

Lan Wangji reached into his final pouch and pulled out the bolt of deep blue silk. He could not press it into Wei Ying’s hands; they were covered in dirt. He set it across the top of one of the stacks of rice baskets. A hush had fallen over the Wen. Wanji stepped closer to Wei Ying, and sought his eyes now that he had been evading. “Gifts,” he said, and felt that the way he said it left no question of his intent.

It was a pathetic offering—nothing compared to what would have been given if he had made a match approved by his sect and clan, what would have been brought forth to honor his bride. But it was what he had been able to bring, without that approval. A dowry he had assigned himself, as it were.

And far more valuable to Wei Ying and the people he had chosen to protect than treasures would have been.

Wei Ying’s mouth and hands worked emptily for a moment, and he made several stifled sounds, as though the silence spell had somehow been cast on him without sealing his lips shut. “You,” he managed. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, let it hiss out. Turned to their audience and pointed, jauntiness back in his motions, the slant of his eyebrows, the tilt of his head. “Okay, everybody scram.”

The Wen laughed at him, but they did go. Fourth Uncle called congratulations and someone whooped; Wei Ying rolled his eyes and shooed them off.

When he turned back to Wangji he was subdued again. His smile small and unreal. “Lan Zhan,” he said, “you can’t do this.”

“These are nothing.”

The linen and cotton, the other bolt of silk, the shirts, the little clothes for A-Yuan, he should unpack all of those as well. But he could not stop looking back at Wei Ying.

Wei Ying blew out another breath, puffing out his lips as it went this time. “Thank you for the rice,” he said, unhappily. “I—I don’t want to refuse it on behalf of everybody, and I….”

There was a struggle on his face that sent a chill through Lan Wangji. Wei Ying, trying to refuse a marriage, with a pile of a little more life lying at his feet as a bribe he could not ignore.

Could he never escape becoming his father.

“No,” Lan Wangji said sharply. “No, even if Wei Ying sends me away in disgrace, these things will stay here. It is not.” He stopped, gathered his thoughts. “I am not trying to buy you.” As though a year’s worth of rice and some decent silk could begin to add up to the value of Wei Ying.

“The disgrace is staying here!” Wei Ying said, shockingly direct. He seemed startled by it as well, as Wangji studied his face. “Lan Zhan, you don’t deserve this.”

Lan Wangji tilted his head. He could choose to agree, to say he didn’t deserve Wei Ying, never could, but wanted him anyway. He would like to see how Wei Ying responded to that—probably by recoiling, but in the way that made Wangji’s chest ache for Wei Ying rather than for himself. “You do?” He flicked his eyes the way the Wens had gone. “They do?”

“Lan Zhan. You could have anything and anyone. I can’t—tie you to a heap of corpses.” Wei Ying made a face and glanced sourly at the wall of rice again. “The rice was a good move,” he acknowledged. “I keep wanting to say something mean to make you leave, but most of them sound stupid now.”

Wei Ying should not have admitted to that tactic aloud, Lan Wangji thought to himself, but he didn’t point out the error. “Not tied to the corpses,” he said. “Tied to Wei Ying.” Oh, how he wanted to be tied to Wei Ying. Oh, how bound he was already.

Wei Ying laughed, the unpleasant sound Lan Wangji had gotten used to during the war, but without the thick layering of pride that had covered it then. “Do you really think there’s a difference?” He shook his head and spread one hand, palm up, taking in all their surroundings. “This is a place for the doomed, Lan Wangji. You don’t belong here.”

“I came here doomed, and had my life returned to me.” Lan Wangji took a step forward, pinning Wei Ying under his attention. “Wei Ying. Do not refuse me for my sake. I—”

Lan Wangji had tormented himself so selfishly over Wei Ying leaving him behind, all this time. As though following were wholly beyond his power, as though Wei Ying were the only one who could choose to alter his path—because he had been so sure his own was right, that Wei Ying must return to his side on it, or be counted lost.

His love had not been strong enough. He had not been brave enough. He had mourned their parting. A child deprived of a toy. “There will be no one else. There is nothing else for me, now.”

To give up Wei Ying, after having had him—to turn away from that whispered affection, or the consuming addiction of desire now whetted by knowledge—impossible. He wanted to say, if I was willing to make love to you within sight of your horrible blood pool in full possession of my faculties, why do you think there is anything that would turn me away now, but he did not think it would resonate with Wei Ying the way he wanted, since it admitted to the repulsiveness of the blood pool. Wei Ying had to be aware of the repulsiveness of the blood pool, but Lan Wangji could attempt to be diplomatic in his own marriage negotiations, unorthodox as they were.

Wei Ying’s face twisted, but it passed through anger into grief. “Lan Zhan,” he said, with tears in his voice though not in his eyes. “Don’t say that. Don’t tell me I’ve ruined you.”

“Not ruined.” Lan Wangji finally drew close, and for a moment it seemed Wei Ying would allow it, but then he spun and danced away sideways, in the only direction allowed by the wall of rice baskets, and was again too far away to kiss.

“I had Jiang Cheng throw me out of the Sect to avoid dragging anyone else down with me. Lan Zhan, you can’t—”

“Stupid.” Lan Wangji frowned. He supposed he should have known that was Wei Ying’s idea. Jiang Wanyin had never impressed Wangji particularly, but among the virtues he did have, courage and loyalty must surely be counted foremost, judging by what Wangji had seen in the war and particularly those three months together, searching for Wei Ying.

Left to his own devices, Sect Leader Jiang would have taken longer to disavow his head disciple, whose unorthodox cultivation he had championed on the battlefield, even if he was too politically cowed by the Jin to defend him properly, either. But Wei Ying, of course, had hastened to make himself a sacrifice.

Wei Ying snorted. “Oh, and you’re planning to bring the whole support of the Lan behind you?”

Of course, he clearly wasn’t. And if any disciple other than himself had staged such a shameless robbery, he would be a wanted criminal. But unless they expelled him, which his brother and uncle would, he felt, after the way he had parted with them, fight with all their considerable power, his affiliation with the sect would still be valuable. To all of them. “Wei Ying does not always have to be the shield. Sometimes, he should be protected also.”

“Lan Zhan.” As easily as that, Wei Ying was looking at him shattered. The vulnerability on his face hurt to witness even as Lan Wangji reveled in it. He was learning Wei Ying, how to love him for his sake, rather than for Lan Wangji’s own.

“Do you not want me?” he asked, bracing himself for an affirmative. Wei Ying might say it and lie; Wei Ying might say it and, despite everything before, actually mean it. He had had time to think, while Lan Wangji was gone.

“I don’t want your pity.” The word curdled on Wei Ying’s tongue and in the air, and his face wore an ugly look again. “We will live as we may. We have survived this long without you, Hanguang-jun, and we will live after you grow sick of the foul air and poisoned earth and leave again. This place is beyond the reach of the cultivation world, why bring it here with you?”

“Even though you do not need me,” Lan Wangji said carefully, letting the sharp edge of those words break over him like a wave because Wei Ying had admitted outright he said these things to drive people away; because declaring everyone here doomed even the little child, and then saying they would live despite him, was too much contradiction to bother with. “Do you want me?”

“If I say no will you go?”

The refusal to say it at once was an answer in itself. “If I believe you.”

Wei Ying snorted, less disgust than acknowledging Lan Wangji’s point scored. He smiled unhappily. “Lan Zhan, I’ve made my choices. I would make them again, even knowing where they’ve led me. That doesn’t mean I want to bring you down with me. You don’t owe me anything. You do realize you don’t owe me?”

Lan Wangji hesitated. It was a difficult question. He did not, precisely, feel indebted to Wei Wuxian, not the way Wei Ying meant or the way his brother had, though he was acutely aware of the gift of his life and the cost Wei Ying had borne to give it. But he did feel obligation toward him, a duty, which was a kind of owing as well. “Wei Ying deserves better,” he said. “And I owe you—courtesy, at least.”

“Courtesy,” Wei Ying echoed, abstract, scornful. His eyes flicked down, past Lan Wangji’s eyes to his mouth.

“You never answered my question,” Lan Wangji said.

“Which one? Oh. Lan Zhan. Who would ever not want you?” Wei Ying shook his head, but there was a smile there now, one that caught in the corners as though pain and fondness were the selfsame emotion.

Once again, he spoke of it like he spoke of natural law.

Lan Wangji ached. “Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying sighed, and glanced at the wall of rice, the silk. Lan Wangji’s perhaps pathetic offering of something, anything more valuable than merely himself. A little life. “I really don’t understand,” he said. “When you left, I thought—”

“You didn’t expect me to return.”

“No. I thought you’d listened.” Wei Ying shook his head. “I don’t want to—I know what they say about me, but I never wanted to…” He took a breath, and tried again. “You’re so brilliant, Hanguang-jun, so good, they named you well, and I would never want to be the reason that light was stolen from the world.”

“Already done.”

Wei Ying winced, and looked at him with his eyebrows knit, annoyed.

Lan Wangji said, “You took the light from my world when you went into the dark.”

#ask #hoc est meum #brawltogethernow #i had fun with the dialogue in that cql au #i can also see inspiration from 1) my strong feelings about Food and starvation themes #2) hearing that the stepped-up antigay censorship rules in chinese TV forbade exchanges of gifts between male characters #because that could be courting behavior #there's a cathartic bit before this where lwj robs the lan sect storehouses #and then talks to his brother and uncle about ethics and shit on the way out #i had him ask lqr if he would rather they'd never been born if it meant he kept his brother #because i think it would be cool if he wondered that #earth-3 #the untamed #ask game #writing #fanfic

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