Does anyone else ever get so angry about the wasted potential of what could’ve happened in the alternate timeline?
Like we could’ve seen how the Vortex Club kids treat their actual friends, did some digging to see how Max treats people when she’s one of the popular kids, and see how the nerdy children act if you’re not their friends. There was so much character depth that could’ve been eplored and it makes me so sad it wasn’t.
Western Australia, Ningaloo Shark Bay, 17 April, 2015 “Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.“ - Mary Ritter Beard
Author’s notes: Part two of Do you trust
me. It’s a separate story, but if you want to know how Y/N ended up in the
position in the beginning of the story, the explanation is in part one. And
yes, I did set up a part three at the end of the story, I couldn’t help myself.
I’m putting the same additional warning
here as for the original story: Everything happening is consensual,
and I really took my time achieving that, but we all know Lucien is a master in
manipulation, and he is using that on her. Tristan isn’t any better than Lucien
in that… Which doesn’t mean they do anything she doesn’t want, but if you’re
easily triggered by some kind of manipulation in relationships, you might want
to skip this one shot (because guys, as much as I love Lucien and Tristan,
they’re not exactly one of the nice
guys… they can talk their way out of anything, so they can talk their way into someone’s bed as
your eyes, not knowing what had exactly woken you up. You were disoriented at
first, but when you saw a familiar figure sitting in a chair, dressed only in a
robe, looking at you as if he wanted to keep the image in his head for all
eternity, it all came rushing back to you. You tugged your hands, still tied to
the bed. Lucien. The ropes. The sex. The mind blowing sex, you had to admit.
You looked at the bag that was still standing next to your bed, innocent
looking, but you were quite sure there were things in there that you hadn’t even
thought about using before.
gaze fell upon someone else, someone who had just entered the room. Someone who
had made the noise that had woken you up.
panicked slightly, but you noticed that your blanket was covering your naked
body, something Lucien must have done while you slept. Just like cleaning up
the blood… and healing you, although you could vaguely remember him doing
that before you fell asleep.
back to the land of the living, my dear…”, Lucien said, smiling again, like
he always did. “I hope you don’t mind me inviting my friend over.” He nodded to
the figure still standing at the door, clearly taking in the scene he had seen
before him. Tristan.