#beloved master

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[lifeofaninstigator]

(From Beloved Master) "You’re the most important thing in the world to me."

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(Written for You meme)

Ed choked back his surprise and slowed his breathing down until his face didn't feel so warm. Roy didn't say things like that to him often. He knew Roy cared for him. He never doubted it. Somewhere along the way things had shifted in their relationship, and he had noticed when those dark blue eyes had started looking at him different, but Ed had never commented on it because words hadn't been necessary. Not with the way Roy touched him whether it be in bed or like now, Ed laying across his lap while they both read. The firm hand threaded in his hair relaxed and comforted him.

Roy's touch always did that. Made him feel at peace. Smiling, he closed the book, letting it drop down next to him, and turned his head upwards so he could look at Roy. "I love you." Ed's right hand moved over Roy's chest and settled over his heart. Ed counted the beats in his mind as he always did. "Sometimes it really hits me, you know? Like right now. And it kinda hurts but in a good way."

[roselionne-blog]

Oookay, I had this idea stuck in my head and I just had to do something with it, because the possibility to develop all of Lotti's relationships makes me very happy ovo

Also, as I'm of course no Leo rper nor Leo writer, I apologize for any mistakes regarding his character! Leo's such a complicated character to pull off tbh

So yeah, I proofread this twice, but if there's any mistakes I apologize as well! I tend to word vomit without thinking too much orz

Looking at him shouldn't sting so much.

She wouldn't say it hurts, because she's so used to feeling pain, that she isn't really sure she's able to experience it anymore. Everything about her seems to have been numbed and she just---accepts things as they come. With a smirk and a fake sense of security, of comfort, she just stood there and let things pass her by, without trying to care at all.

Fang's death turned everything upside down again.

Now she finds herself wishing, mourning, caring too much about everything, and things just seem to have collapsed on her all at the same time. Now, she looks at this brat, same hair, same eyes, and it stings, because she realizes that things will never be the same, no matter the resemblance. He will never be the Master Glen she loved so dearly, and he will probably never give them back the glory they used to have.

She realizes she still can't seem to be able to look at him in the eye, because it reminds her of everything she lost, and she hates that brat just as much as he hates them.

As it used to be in the past, he locks himself in one of the rooms for hours, and in a sad sense of comfort, she allows herself to think that things may return to how they used to be. However, as it was back then, the idea of interrupting whatever it is that he did in there makes her very uneasy.

A soft knock on the door, and she realizes there's a sound on the other side, a melody which creeps throught the walls and reaches her ears. A piano. He's playing the piano.

She doesn't know whether that makes her happy or not.

“I requested not to be bothered.” As serene as his voice remains, she can sense a slight tint of irritation in his tone, which she decides to ignore, for the sake of daring to speak to him.

“I...I apologize. But Master has been in here for quite a while, and we were worried you may not be feeling well.”

“Whether or not I feel well is my problem, not yours.”

She tries to recall whether he was always so cold, or if it's something else the brat has changed about her beloved Glen. “I'm aware of that...however, it is our duty as vessels to ensure your wellbeing---”

“My wellbeing?” He snorts, something she never expected to hear from Master Glen. “You don't give a shit about me. If I'm 'Glen' it's because you need some idiot to hold the title. If I were not of use to any of you, I'd be dead.”

“Master Glen is of extreme importance to me---to us. We would never dare think of you as a tool to use---”

“To you?” Even though he faces the piano and his back is turned to her, she can almost feel his brow rising in disbelief. “You hate me. Don't even try to deny it. You hate me because I'm not your shiny little piece of perfect, handsome Master.”

It unsettles her, how he can see through her facade. Because he's not even looking at her, and yet she feels as if he can read her in a way nobody else can. “With all due respect, Master, my personal feelings should not worry you at all. My loyalty to you is as strong as it is to any other Baskerville. We care about each other, in the end.”

“Don't make me fucking laugh.” He doesn't turn to face her, even when she takes a few steps away from the door and into the room. “I don't give a shit about you either. I don't care about anything.”

“You cared about that Nightray boy.” It's impossible for Lotti to refrain from letting such thing slip from her lips, because she's always been so brutally honest, and the brat is slowly breaking her nerves. “You still care, as far as I can tell.”

The sound of his hands slamming against the keys of the piano echoes in the room, a sound that conveys perfectly the rage he's been holding for so long and yet can't help but let slip right now.

Instinctively, ridiculously, Lotti takes a step back.

“If you consider me your Master, then you have to obey me.” She's sure he's gritting his teeth, and his voice is obviously disturbed by his anger. “I forbid you to speak of this bullshit. Never again”

Her lips are pressed together as she dares to speak. “My apologizes, Master. I never intended to---!”

“But you did. That's enough. Now leave me alone. That's another order.”

And oh, how much she wishes to smack him across the head so he can stop being such a major asshole, but she realizes it won't make the situation any better. It won't ease their anger, and it won't bring back the polite Master she once knew.

“With all due respect, Master, bottling up everything won't make the pain go away.” She more than anyone should know.

“And you think spilling whatever I may feel to you will make me feel better?” Another snort he gives, and Lotti wonders why she even tries. Why does she even care. However, she knows that there's still a small part within her mind that wishes to ease Master Glen's pain as much as she can.

“I may not be the best person to talk to. But I do know how Master feels--”

“You know shit!” His voice becomes more and more agitated as he speaks. “You have no fucking idea what it's like to be the one left and wonder why someone had to be so stupid as to sacrifice themselves like that! Even though that was what they hated the most.”

She can see his body trembling slightly with rage, yet she doesn't back away this time, because she knows she's getting to him, and a sick part of her, the part that still hates him, feels joyful for it.

However, his words leave a feeling of emptiness in her chest, a void. Because she knows, she knows perfectly how it feels like to hate yourself for surviving, to hate yourself for not being there on time to save the only person who seemed to give a damn about you. She knows, and the fact that he thinks she doesn't makes her own anger boil even more.

“Yes, yes I do. And it hurts just as much.” Her own hands have started to tremble as well, fingers curling into fists until her knuckles turn white. “And it'll always be my fault for not being there to save that person.” They will both have to deal with that burden for the rest of their lives.

“But I know that he would've wanted me to keep on living with only happy memories of him. And I know I probably won't be able to do such thing.” A deep breath she takes. “But I also know that keeping all the pain inside will kill me in the end. That's why I rely on the few people I trust.”

“Fucking idiot. I have no one left to trust.” It's more of a quiet mutter than a yell, but she still hears it perfectly.

“Then you can walk away from here and never return. There will be other Glens after you. But that Nightray boy trusted you as both his servant and friend. It'd only be fair that you do the same with us in return.”

[lifeofaninstigator]

(From Beloved Master) "You're all MINE."

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Roy’s body almost entirely covered his own, a pleasant weight on him that he had grown so accustomed to. All he could focus on was Roy and his scent and the warmth between them. Ed blushed, which sometimes confused him considering everything they had done and would do again. But Roy always managed to catch him off guard. And, when his voice took on that possessive and firm tone, Ed’s need to have Roy claiming grew until he couldn’t think straight. He should, in theory, be used to this, and he was, but his body ached for Roy’s touch and his words. Words that soothed away the embedded scars he carried and made him realize he didn’t belong anywhere else except here, with Roy.

Those dark eyes were staring at him, waiting, and all Ed could hear was the quiet sounds of his breaths. They had gone out tonight, still a rare occasion, though the outings were becoming more frequent. There were times when they both needed it even if they had to be careful about public affection. He had dressed up for it, and it had been one of those beautifully quiet nights where people didn’t stare and had left them alone. Whenever Ed went out, he almost always showered when he got home. Now only a thin towel covered his lower half.

His legs spread out and moved around Roy’s until Ed managed to find a comfortable spot where he still stayed pinned down but would allow for more movement if needed. With his entire upper body pinned he couldn’t reach up and touch like he wanted. He’d have to wait for that. Patience still gave him difficulty, but he was learning that the rewards made every ounce of effort worth it. Instead, Ed turned his head to the side, exposing his neck to Roy and displaying the black leather collar around it. “Yes,” his eyes closed for a moment, and he took a deep breath before slowly exhaling. “I’m yours, always,” he finished, pinning Roy with a heated gaze.