Solanum Dulcamara
by Zaiakuma
Tags: vampires, immortals, loyalty, longing, immortality, humor, biting, blood-drinking, manipulation, possessiveness, obsession, memory loss, tsundere, yandere, complicated relationships
Content warnings:
blood-drinking, (threats and mention of) murder and violence, swearing, dubcon biting scene initiated by highly posessive ex (not one of the main couple), red flag manipulative yandre (that same ex)
It’s been said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. That however is not always the case, and sometimes, feelings are a bit more complicated.
Those of the one at the other’s doorstep was admitted fond though, even if he was a bit nervous where he stood, twirling his umbrella.
It wasn’t raining though, and not snowing either for that matter. However, the sun was out, and even though largely covered from head to toe, he was still partially exposed and thus vulnerable to the rays of the unforgiving sun.
The other meanwhile – having no such qualms about the Earth’s closest star – narrowed his eyes at the sight of him, pupils going wide, then slit.
“Oz,” he said at last. “It really is you.”
To this, Oz offered up a small nod and a cautious smile, then finally cleared his throat. “Ezra, it’s good to see you again. May I come in?”
To this, Ezra offered up a tight smile and took a step back. However, just as Oz took a step forward, that smile gave way to a deadpan look, followed by a very firm “no” as the door was slammed shut right in his face.
It wasn’t locked though, but attempting to enter uninvited would’ve been highly inadvisable. Hence, Oz knocked, and upon receiving no answer, he knocked again. Then, still receiving no answer, he finally asked: “Ezra, can we talk?”
There was no immediate response from the other side, but Oz knew that the other could hear him well enough, even through the door.
And then⸺ “I don’t know, Gideon, can we? After fifty years and not a single response to any of my letters, I figured you didn’t want to talk.”
A-ah. He was upset. Ezra only ever called him that when he was upset.
“Look, Ezra, I’m sorry, all right? I apologise. It wasn’t intentional. I didn’t mean to disappear on you like that. I got some really urgent business to deal with and I wasn’t⸺ Please.”
“You do realise that you used that exact excuse the last time you disappeared, right?”
He had?
“Paris 1789. Does it ring a bell?”
It did. As a matter of fact, it rang several bells – warning bells. “I guess?”
“Then, Gideon, I’m sure you can also recall what I said when we reunited five years later?”
Ah. “...Yes?”
“If you do remember, then why are you here?”
Well⸺ “To see you. To talk to you. After that, I’ll leave. I’ll go away and after that I won’t ever⸺”
The door opened slightly, a single maroon eye staring at him through the crack. “No.”
No?
The door opened slightly more, and Ezra extended his hand, holding a piece of paper.
Then, no sooner had Oz retrieved it before Ezra quickly withdrew and slammed the door shut, his exact parting words being “Talk to my lawyer.”
-
Knowing better than to tempt the other’s limited patience any further, Oz immediately went about the task.
Hailing a taxi down didn’t necessarily prove all that easy in the middle of the suburb though. Sure, one would’ve certainly come, had Oz had a phone to summon them with. Unfortunately, although he did have a pocket full of small change, there wasn’t a single payphone as far as the eye could see, and after wandering around for a good while, Oz finally gave in and asked some kids about it, only to get weirded-out looks and told to “call an Uber”, whatever that was.
Fortunately, he eventually managed to flag down a real taxi, and after handing the driver the note and receiving another look, Oz found himself headed downtown.
Soon, he was standing alone outside the building listed on the note.
For some reason, the taxi driver hadn’t been interested in getting a tip – in fact, the driver hadn’t even insisted on getting paid, just shaking his head fervently before driving right off, probably breaking all sorts of speed limits. Young people these days – and old ones, it seemed – always seemed to be in a hurry, didn’t they?
Shaking his head at such folly, Oz then looked back towards the building, which looked reasonably old – nowhere nearly as old as him, of course, but certainly old enough and built in a style that felt a lot more homely than the sleek-looking office-buildings on either side of it. Though decidedly well-kept, it looked somewhat out of place however – out of time, perhaps – and wouldn’t that make two of them, honestly?
With an exasperated sigh, Oz stepped up towards the double doors, checking the name on the sign against the one written on the note, confirming that this was indeed the place. Then, steeling himself, he pressed the buzzer.
Shortly thereafter, a staticky female voice came through. “You’ve reached Amsel & Graf. Do you have an appointment?”
An appointment, huh? “I suppose I don’t, but one of your clients told me to come here.”
There was a momentary pause. Then finally⸺ “Which one?”
Oz sighed internally, then licked his lips, suddenly finding them much too dry. “Ezra Adler.”
That had been the name on the mailbox at any rate.
“Ah.” There was a brief pause. “Please wait a moment.”
The minutes dragged on, but Oz did not fall back into the habit of checking the watch inside his pocket. There was little point to it after all, because the thing had long stopped working. He should probably get it fixed. No, he should definitely get it fixed, but⸺
Hearing some approaching the door, Oz finally looked up, then immediately paused. Because stood in the doorway was a very familiar man wearing a suit, glasses and a smile that displayed way too many teeth.
“Lutz?”
“Oz,” the other greeted him right back. “To what do I owe the displeasure?”
-
A short while later found them standing inside the latter’s office – because the office did unmistakably belong to the latter, even though the brass plaque at the door and desk read ‘Lewis Amsel’.
Then, noticing his look, the other smiled. “Not to your liking? Then...”
The sign was swiftly replaced by one of the same make, this one reading the far more familiar ‘Ludwig Graf’. At one point, there had been a ‘von’ in there as well, but somewhere in-between then and now, Lutz had apparently decided to remove it – from the official paperwork, at any rate.
And, speaking of official paperwork⸺
“I take it yours is many years out of date,” Lutz said, elbows against the desk and chin resting comfortably on top of his interlaced fingers as he sat there, eyeing Oz with definite amusement.
“Yes,” Oz finally managed, remembering all at once why he’d made a point not to associate with the other if it was at all avoidable. “Is it really that surprising?”
“Surprising?” This time around, Lutz did chuckle. “Since it’s you, I’d been shocked if it was.”
Oh. “Then what’s so damned funny?”
“Well...” The other looked him up and down, undeniably amused. “Your attire.”
Suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious, Oz looked down at his – in his own opinion – perfectly suitable attire – leather boots, leather pants, leather coat, sunglasses and⸺
“You look like you just stepped out of the Matrix.”
The matrix? “I don’t know what that is.”
Hearing this, Lutz sighed, then promptly shook his head. “You’re as out of touch as ever. But...”
Saying this, he cast another very meaningful look. “I suppose this is better than turning up dressed as Lestat.”
Lestat? “I don’t know who that is either.”
“Well,” Lutz said. “If you intend to stick around, you’re bound to find out eventually. The question is, are you?”
Well⸺ “I’m planning to, but...”
He trailed off, not really knowing what to say. For some reason, Ezra had sent him here, and Lutz was someone who could be relied upon for falsifying paperwork so presumably that had to mean something, right?
“Oh, it’s no trouble at all, really. What’s you owing me another favour, honestly? I’ll have new paperwork drafted for you within the week. How does ‘Gideon Osman’ sound?”
Oz wrinkled his nose. He’d much rather keep his current name as it was, but⸺ “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Ah, like I said, it’s honestly nothing.” Saying this, Lutz offered up a smile and a dismissive wave. “Sure, forging new papers has become a bit more of a hassle these days with all the electronics and biometrics involved, but fortunately, I’ve got people for that.”
Somehow, Oz was by no means surprised. Because Lutz had always been like that for as long as he’d known him – possessing not just talent and wealth but also the contacts and the sway to make others do his bidding.
Ezra wouldn’t though. Ezra certainly wouldn’t, and Oz knew for a fact that the two of them did not get along, but⸺
“Oh right,” Lutz said, cutting right into Oz’ spiralling thoughts. “Since I have you here and all and since we’re such good old friends, I might as well give this to you directly.”
Saying this, he held out a card – an invitation of some sort.
Taking it, Oz couldn’t help but stare at it. “You’re getting married?”
“Why yes,” Lutz said, eyes gleaming. “It’s a bit early, sure, and we haven’t really decided on the final designs yet, but... the venue has already been booked, so I guess you may consider yourself invited.”
Oz turned the invitation over in his hand, not really sure what to say. Congratulations would probably be in order though, because as far as he knew, Lutz hadn’t had a spouse during the centuries Oz had known him. That said though⸺ “Are you expecting gifts?”
The other laughed.
“Oh, no, no. There’s no need,” Lutz finally said, chuckling still. “Your presence alone will surely be enough.”
Oz did not like the sound of that, because the Lutz he knew would never have missed an opportunity to earn more money. Again, he turned the invitation over in his hand, contemplating it.
“Go on,” Lutz said, baring his fangs. “Open it.”
Feeling a sudden rush of trepidation, Oz did, and was instantly horrified.
-
Again, Oz found himself back on that doorstep, but with far less nervousness and far more desperation.
“Ezra!” He pounded on the door. “Ezra, we really need to talk!”
He was so frazzled that he wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten there. He must’ve lost his umbrella somewhere along the way – left it behind somewhere – but that was but a minor concern for him right now, because the skies were overcast and⸺
A single drop of rain landed on the walkway beside him as he stepped back, looking up at those dark windows. Ezra wasn’t home. Where was he? Where had he gone?
It was getting dark outside too, and Oz wondered how many hours had passed. Without really thinking, he pulled out his pocket watch, flicking it open.
The time read the same as ever – nine o’ four – like it had ever since that fateful day in 1973. Truly, for him, it had been as though time had stopped, but it hadn’t been the same for others, had it? It had been fifty years since then, and fifty years was a long time to wait, even for someone like Ezra. After fifty years, it was only natural for someone to move on. Still⸺ “Why Lutz?”
Oz turned his gaze towards the skies, and a drop of rain hit him squarely in the forehead before he ducked back down, turned on his heel and stalked off, his mind already made up. Clearly, he’d been a bit hasty, and he ought to have asked Lutz for more details before dashing off. He’d ask Lutz for more details, and if he found the other’s justifications lacking, then⸺
Then what, honestly? Ezra wasn’t the sort to allow Lutz to just bully him into anything, so that had to mean that Ezra himself had⸺
A car swivelled past him, its driver honking the horn at him as he stumbled backwards, because at some point, Oz had started running, and now, he found himself stumbling back instead, his heels hitting the curb – and before he knew it, he was lying there on the sidewalk, getting pelted by the icy rain.
Truly, this was not how he had envisioned this reunion, and looking back, he’d been a fool to entertain such fantasies to begin with.
Truly, he thought, closing his eyes. It was cold and it was wet and it was probably quite dirty as well, but Oz didn’t care. He didn’t care, because icy rain was better than snow, and far better at hiding the shameful tears filling his eyes.
Truly, he thought. I knew I should’ve booked a hotel.
He hadn’t done it though – he hadn’t done a whole lot of things, as a matter of fact. Still⸺
Lying on the pavement beat lying in the mud, and lying in the mud beat lying in the ground – most of the time. Still⸺
I wish, he thought to himself. I wish I could just go back...
He wished he could’ve gone back – that he could’ve done things differently. However, though the ravages of time could be slowed, they could not be stopped entirely, and neither could they be reversed. Still⸺
Oz opened his eyes, because the rain had suddenly let up, but only on his face.
“Honestly,” Ezra said, looking down at him from above. “You’re really hopeless, you know that, right?”
Yes, Oz was truly hopeless. He was, regardless of whether he was Gideon or Oz, but⸺ “Of all people, why Lutz? I thought you guys hated each other.”
“Of all people, why not Lutz?” Ezra crouched down beside him. “He’s a very good lawyer.”
“He’s literally the Devil’s advocate,” Oz shot back, though he himself was truly in no position to be pointing fingers. Still⸺ “Why are you getting married to him?”
“Why?” Ezra narrowed his eyes at him. “Why not?”
“Why?” Oz croaked. “Why would he even want to marry you?”
That clearly came out wrong, but⸺
“Isn’t it perfectly obvious?” Ezra said. “He wants the tax benefits.”
The tax benefits? “Do you... want the tax benefits as well?”
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind having them,” Ezra said in turn, straightening back up. “Now, are you planning on getting up anytime soon or should I just step over you and be on my way?”
Unable to help himself any longer, Oz reached out. Then, with a soft snort and an eyeroll, Ezra reached down. There was a significant amount of strength in that hand – in all of him, to be perfectly honest. Oz did not get the bones in his hand crushed though. In fact, he didn’t even get bruises. Ezra wasn’t using any unnecessary force, and he also wasn’t⸺
“Come on,” Ezra said. “It’s too cold out here.”
-
Ezra’s house was warm compared to the outside. It was warm and it was full of life – plant life, at any rate. That however was not what was at the forefront of Oz’ mind as he stepped out of the other’s bathroom wearing a fresh set of clothing and a towel around his neck.
“You’re not wearing a ring.”
“A most astute observation,” Ezra said, seated in an armchair with a blanket draped over his lap.
“Why not?” Why didn’t he? Why wouldn’t he?
“I don’t know,” Ezra said in turn, watching him. “How is it any of your business?”
Oh. “But⸺”
The way Ezra narrowed his eyes immediately made Oz shut up and avert his eyes, warning bells ringing once more. But then, steeling himself, he directed his gaze back ahead and took one step forward, then another. Without another word, he walked over to Ezra. There they faced one another – and since the other was sitting down, Oz was now the one looking down upon him, if only in the physical sense.
Things didn’t remain that way for long though, because Oz bent down, leaning in to gently brush his fingertips against that exquisite expanse of pale neck, completely unmarred. Truly, what was the other thinking, wearing something as low cut as that? And truly, what was Oz thinking, taking such liberties?
“Ezra,” he said, swallowing as he properly picked up the other’s scent. He didn’t allow himself to fall though – didn’t allow himself to give in to temptation. Instead, even though it made his heart ache, he finally asked: “Is it truly over between us?”
Was it truly over between them? Was it over, before it had truly even begun?
“Gideon,” Ezra said, staring right back at him without flinching.
Oz didn’t flinch either though, staring right back into those maroon eyes.
“I don’t want it to be over,” he said, not lowering his gaze. “I mean, I know I messed up and I know that you were hurt, but⸺”
“I wasn’t hurt though,” Ezra said in turn. “I was upset. There’s a difference.”
Ah. “Well, I just want you to know that I am truly sorry for what I did, and that I sincerely hope that one day, you might find it in yourself to forgive me.”
“Forgive you for what exactly?”
For leaving without an explanation.
For that time he left him in favour of heading off to storm the Bastille.
For staying gone for so long, unable to answer even a single letter.
Truly, there was a bunch of things, and among them, there was also⸺
“The pocket watch,” he said, regretfully taking a step back to look around for his coat, wondering where it had possibly ended up. Then, figuring it was probably somewhere close to the front door, Oz went over there, looking around without finding anything. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t even seem to find his own shoes, which was strange, because Oz was positive that he had removed them upon entering, knowing that Ezra was firmly against people wearing shoes indoors. But if it wasn’t here, then where⸺?
The quiet rattle of a chain drew his attention back towards Ezra, who stood there with the pocket watch in his hand and a highly disquieting look on his face.
“It’s stopped.”
Ah. “I dropped it into a storm drain back in... well, 1973, I guess? I mean, I did drop it once before... during the whole thing over at the Bastille and all... and back then, you said... I mean, I’m pretty sure you told me not to come back until I’d found it again and...”
“But you did find it.”
Well⸺ “About two months ago?”
“Where?”
“At a garage sale in Massachusetts.”
“Really,” Ezra said, flipping the thing closed with a click. “Of all places.”
Well⸺ “The guy selling it said it had been his grandmother’s, and that she’d bought it as a souvenir from⸺”
“Gideon.”
Oz immediately stopped talking, standing stock still for a good moment as he watched Ezra. Then, noticing the slight softening of the other’s expression, he felt as though he could finally breathe again.
“Gideon,” Ezra said once more, sliding the watch back into his pocket before motioning for him to come – and come he did, because how could he say no to that?
Then, as Oz moved closer, his face was caught and held in-between those elegant, well-formed hands, all while those eyes stared so intensely into his. It frankly made him breathless, and Oz soon went down on one knee, experiencing that very same rush of awe that he’d felt the first time they’d met, all those centuries ago.
“Gideon,” Ezra said, and Oz forced himself to swallow, forced himself to keep his eyes from straying any lower. “Next time, come tell me directly, you fool.”
Oh. “There’ll be a next time?”
Hearing this, Ezra drew a thoroughly exasperated sigh, then pulled him into his embrace.
-
It’s been said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. But if so, then what about proximity?
“Well,” said the bastard at the door. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Ezra – who’d known the bastard would show up but had still had his nap rudely interrupted – gradually inched his hand closer to the spray bottle standing just off to the side of the door. “Haven’t you already had your fun?”
“I thought you’d already run out of Holy Water though.”
Tch. “Would you like to put that to the test?”
“I’d rather you just invited me in, so that we can discuss this like civilised people, without you threatening to spray me like some misbehaving housecat.”
Ugh. “Fine. Get inside before the neighbours see you.”
Once inside, of course, the bastard wasted little time in pushing Ezra right up against the door to prod at the already healing puncture marks on his neck.
“Tch,” Lutz said. “Still no bedside manners at all, as expected.”
Hah. “Like you’re the one to talk.”
“Honestly...” The other took a step back and adjusted his tie as he looked around. “I see that you’ve redecorated. Revamped, I might even say.”
Really. “If you’re going to harp on my taste in home décor, then I’m going to ask you to leave.”
“Hoh?” Lutz said. “So, if I say nothing, that means I can stay?”
Really. “I’d rather you leave as soon as possible, and go about cancelling the wedding while you’re at it.”
Hearing this, the other sighed, pulling off his sunglasses, folding them and placing them neatly into his suit pocket.
“Why?” he then said, not replacing them with his usual frames. “What does that insipid little fool have that I lack?”
Hah. “Besides integrity, you mean?”
“I can assure you that I have plenty of integrity,” Lutz said. “I also have a great deal of wealth and talent, and enough of a brain to actually put it to good use.”
Well⸺ “Gideon’s not⸺”
“But Gideon’s not really here, now is he? And if he hasn’t recovered any of his memories in the last 400 years or so, will he ever?”
Yes, that was certainly one way of seeing it. Still⸺ “I said I’d wait for him. I said I’d wait for his return, however long it takes.”
“Well,” Lutz said. “And I say that waiting like that is the same as rotting, and that there are other and in my opinion far superior options available.”
Honestly⸺ “Haven’t you already had your fun, Lutz? You’ve already⸺”
“My fun, yes,” he interrupted, stepping in close and brushing Ezra’s hair aside. “But what about my fill? You sent him to me to get his paperwork fixed, no? Also, if I can’t have tax benefits, then...”
“Send me an invoice then,” Ezra said, swatting the hand away.
“Ah,” Lutz said, not deterred in the slightest. “What about alimony?”
Alimony? “You⸺”
Ezra might not have been any sort of legal expert, but he was damned pretty sure that you had to actually have been married for any sort of alimony to come into question. However, before he had the time to point that out, the bastard’s mouth was already on his neck and Ezra cursed, trying to pry him off.
This by no means proved easy however, because dealing with the bastard was akin to dealing with a bastard stemming from the unholy union of an octopus and a leech, and before Ezra knew it, his head had been pushed to the other side, baring a previously unmarked strip of flesh. “Lutz...”
The other bit down, obviously eager but oh so careful not to hit anything vital.
“Lutz...”
The other could either not hear him or was pretending not to, and in either case, Ezra wanted to bash his head in. But, as a sudden wave of vertigo crashed into him, he could only pull at the other’s head – at the other’s hair.
“Lutz...” He felt himself growing weak. “If you take any more, then I might...”
Dark spots bloomed across the corners of his eyes before rapidly spreading across his vision. Then he fell – just barely clinging to consciousness – into the waiting arms of another.
-
It was warm. Ezra was lying on something soft – the couch, probably – covered by the sort of heat that made it so tempting to just slip back under. He obviously wouldn’t though, and this had as much to do with his inherent stubbornness as it had with the cool fingertips rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand.
“Lutz,” Ezra mumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes because how could it be any other?
“Ezra,” Lutz answered back evenly, not letting go, and Ezra briefly considered telling him to fuck off and never come back.
However, having already told the other words to similar effect on at least a half a dozen times prior, he knew well that it was a fruitless endeavour. Instead, Ezra said the next best thing that came to mind.
“You know... Gideon and I had a talk.”
“Hoh?”
Yes. “A talk about the wild goose chase he’s been on these last fifty years.”
“Ah, yes.” Lutz chuckled. “That one.”
Yes. “And that even though he had gotten my letters – forwarded by you – he wouldn’t answer any of them, because he was too scared to admit he’d lost that damned watch again.”
“Indeed,” the bastard swiftly agreed. “Foolish, isn’t he?”
Yes, foolish was indeed one word for it. That said however⸺ “But isn’t it a funny coincidence how a pocket watch supposedly lost down a storm drain in Prague would suddenly turn up at a garage sale in Massachusetts some fifty years later, right around the time I had accepted your proposal?”
“Indeed,” Lutz said. “But do you honestly think I had something to do with it? Please, I’ve got far better things to do.”
Sure. “Like murdering my other would-be suitors?”
“Ah.” Lutz chuckled. “Unfortunate accidents do happen, you know. Is there even the slightest shred of evidence that I’m responsible for any of them?”
Forcing his eyes back open, Ezra looked towards the shameless bastard and simply said: “I don’t suspect you because there’s evidence. I know it’s you because there’s none.”
“Ah.” The other bared his fangs. “And yet, you still agreed to marry me.”
“No,” Ezra said, baring his own. “I agreed to play along with this farce of yours, knowing that if Gideon was still out there somewhere, you wouldn’t miss the opportunity to rub it in his face.”
“Hoh?” Lutz leaned in. “Not even for tax benefits?”
Well, that was awfully rich of him to say, considering all the undeclared wealth he had stashed around in various places around the world. Still⸺ “You do realise that a significant part of the reason why we never worked out is because you are like that, right?”
Hearing this, the former Ludwig von Fuchs leaned back again with a mild scoff. “Oh please,” he said. “We worked out just fine until that insipid little fool came along.”
Ezra would of course beg to differ but he honestly had no intention of begging. Also⸺ “We broke it off a good century before Gideon returned.”
“Huh. Time sure flies, doesn’t it?”
Yes, it sure did, except when it did not. “Lutz.”
“Yes?”
“Cancel the wedding. I’ll pay the deposit or whatever, just⸺”
“Why?”
Why? Ezra thought, suddenly unable to keep his eyes open or even his head⸺
“Why though?” Lutz asked. “We’ve already put down the deposit for the venue, so why let it go to waste? Easier to just change the names on the invitations.”
Oh. How positively generous. “...What’s in it for you?”
What are you plotting?
“Well...” Cool lips pressed a kiss against his knuckles. “You’ll see. But for now, just rest. You’ve lost a lot of blood.”
Bastard, Ezra thought, too exhausted to even pull his hand away or to open his eyes as there was suddenly a hand on his forehead as well, brushing his hair away with deliberate tenderness.
“Ezra, there’s no need to worry, no need whatsoever. You’re just going to take a little nap while I give the insipid little idiot a piece of my mind.”
The bastard’s tone proved immensely soothing, even though his words did not – as a matter of fact, they proved immensely concerning, and Ezra felt his brows twitch as he fought against the combined forces of exhaustion, warmth and subtle compulsion. “Lutz...”
“Ezra,” Lutz crooned right back, leaning in. “Go back to sleep. I guarantee you that the insipid little fool will still be alive and in one piece by the end of it.”
-
Lewis “Lutz” Amsel – formerly Ludwig von Graf and even more formerly Ludwig von Fuchs – smiled with great satisfaction as his former lover’s breathing finally evened out in sleep. Then, his good mood was noticeably soured by the realisation that the insipid fool was still around and apparent so conked out from gorging himself that he hadn’t even woken up. Honestly⸺
Looking down at Ezra, his expression noticeably darkened, and then he took the electric blanket, unplugged it, folded it and put it over his shoulder. Then, he reached down, lifting Ezra back into his arms and hoisting him up so that the other’s head was resting comfortably against the side of his neck.
“It’s a pity,” he muttered. “But...”
He trailed off, then sighed and walked over to the bedroom. He already knew where it was, of course, and since the door was slightly ajar, he needed only nudge it with his foot to get it fully open.
Then, Lewis stood there in the doorway, staring at the insipid little fool where he lay curled up in bed, effectively dead to the world. Honestly⸺ “If I’d known you’d turn out this pathetic, then I would’ve just finished the job. Honestly...”
Lewis trailed off, then looked down at Ezra, still slumbering peacefully in his arms – and although he did want to hold him like this for just a little bit longer, Lewis had places to be and things to arrange.
Thus, he walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down, Ezra on top of his lap. Then, he pulled out a sturdy high-neck collar, securing it around the other’s neck before laying him down and covering him with the blanket, plugging it back in.
“I’m sure you’ll be quite cross with me,” he then murmured, brushing aside those bangs once more. “But this is for your own good, because certain morons don’t know the meaning of self-restraint.”
With this said, Lewis got up and stalked over to the other side of the bed, regarding its other occupant with considerably less warmth. Then, he leaned in, grabbed hold of a lock of hair and yanked on it hard.
It worked too, and although that was on one hand satisfying, Lewis could not help but be a bit disappointed, seeing that dislocating one of the other’s fingers would’ve been next on the list. Still⸺ “Why hello, Gideon, did you miss me?”
“...Lutz? What are you doing here?” It actually took the fool that long to recognise him – and even longer to recognise him as a threat. Go figure.
“Why am I here, you ask?” Lewis smiled. “I was invited, and I’m here to give you a piece of my mind.”
The fool blinked, staring at him with obvious confusion – to think that this was what remained of his sire. How utterly infuriating. That said though⸺ “Look behind you.”
The fool immediately turned around to look, then gasped both from what he saw and from Lewis clamping a hand around the back of his neck.
“You know,” Lewis said, keeping his voice perfectly pleasant. “I really don’t approve. My Ezra deserves better than this – better than you. And if you continue to fail to meet my expectations, then I’ll be the one to marry him, not the one walking him down the aisle. Understood?”
The fool nodded – at least he was that smart.
“Good.” Lewis let go. “There are fresh blood bags in the fridge, so you may help yourself to those. Of course, if you do attempt to feed on Ezra, then I will cut your head off and mount it upon my wall. Understood?”
With this said, he got up and left. He did after all have a wedding to plan.
Author's Account:
Uwa, reading this months after writing it, there's definite room for improvement.
Also, a useful piece of info that I should've probably included in an author's note: The title, "Solanum Dulcamara" is the Latin name for the flower "Bittersweet Nightshade", which has some medicinal uses but has been used as a symbol for fidelity
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Enjoyed Lutz as a character. Thank you for the story!!!
Wow, complicated relationship indeed! After reading this, I feel like...Ezra might be better off with neither Oz nor Lutz... Oz feels a bit...weak? Cowardly? While Lutz is too domineering hahaha. I suppose that makes Lutz the more typical male love interest.
Anyhow, that was a very complex background history for all the characters, with hints to so much more. Poor Ezra, but I hope he can be happy eventually. Thank you for writing!
On one hand, none of them are really good for one another - but on the other, they might also need one another to keep from going off the rails completely.
Thanks for the comment!
@Zaiakuma a poly combo in the far future, perhaps then? 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Wahhhh I like this. Your stories had always been amazing. I enjoy that your fantasy stories are so well made that I felt I was there.
The writing style was fine for me to read and digest. Your writing skills are always good. You know how to pull in readers without those fancy usage of words and terms. I always enjoy immersing myself in your world because they are neat.
Next are the highlights;
"You look like you just stepped out of the Matrix."
I literally laugh out loud reading this. This comedic remark came left field because the vibe had been the gloomy noir-esque up to this point. The moment I laugh, its as if the colours have returned and I'm back in modern world. Honestly, the uber part was funny too but this one brought me back to modernity.
"Isn't it perfectly obvious?" Ezra said. "He wants the tax benefits."
Honestly, I would do the same so Lutz, if you're looking for a partner and you don't mind a woman, sign me up. HAHAHA. This was funny too even tho Oz was having his world crashing down on him.
Your comedic insert didn't felt jarring but felt well-placed because it lighten the dark gloomy vibe of this story.
The first thing I did before I read the story was googling the meaning of the story but not that I understood it. As for the plot, yes, I understand but I don't understand the relationship between Lutz, Oz and Ezra. Also, did you notice you have "z" in all their short names... is that on purpose?
I need someone to explain to me what is actually going on. All I know is Oz went off and disappeared, then Ezra dated Lutz and broke up... I feel like I only have my toes dipped into the water cause I'm lost.
As for characters, Oz seems lost. Like, he doesn't know what to do with himself? I'm not a fan of Ezra, because he felt like a little wishy washy in relating to this love triangle thing. I'm not hating on Lutz cause he did let go. Though, he did not respect Ezra boundaries but he's very... idk... not possessive but like, he's showing care in his own way.
My opinion generally is that this is a good story but I don't like love triangle. Lutz doesn't come off as the villain either because I don't know the trios past to really judge. Like here, Oz seems like too... naive? Ezra seems too wishy washy. While Lutz feels very ... I don't have a word to describe him but I want to say intense? but not really... Possessive is not it either...
Well, regardless, this was a nice read. I like it.
Thank you for sharing~ this was funnn.
Still need to understand more but enjoyed it, Heart 🖤
edit: Ive read the comments. Yeah I don't really like any of them nor do I have intense hatred towards them. Now I know why, they're very unhealthy for each other. The fact that they have co-dependendcy is also a problem. I do would love to know more about their past, cause that's the part I'm confused about. The plot of this short though, I managed to followed it fine. It's just there's too many hint of their past and their weird messy relationship that it made me wonder what they are... but now I think about it... I probably don't wanna know.. Too messy for me.
Again, that was brilliantly written!
Well, first and foremost, I'm glad that you enjoyed it (messiness aside)
And yeah, "You look like you just stepped out of the Matrix" definitely got me as well - multiple times over. And the tax benefits as well!
(With all due honesty though, while Lutz certainly wouldn't mind the tax benefits, he could've obtained those ages ago. He's just making excuses, really.)
Now, was the "z" thing on purpose? Not necessarily, but it kind of stuck.
"Lutz" is a diminutive of "Ludwig" (which is the German form of "Lewis", which in turn is the medieval English form of "Louis")
"Oz" meanwhile comes from "Osman" (which comes from "Uthman" which means "baby bustard" in Arabic). No real relationship to the name "Gideon", but it's a name that he's used in the past.
Not sure if "Ezra" has ever been anything but Ezra though - which is in contrast to for example Lutz, who likes to recycle his own name in whichever version is the most suitable for where he's living at the moment.
Anyways: If Oz seems lost to you, it's because he is. Like Jayduph noted "...Oz is always running forward only to find himself stumbling backwards instead. He can never get ahead..." and that he's "...bumbling through a time he doesn't know how to exist in"
Ezra and Lutz meanwhile, while adapted to the modern era, are also trapped by the past. Both have their own connection to Oz (and to one another), and with them having known Oz as Gideon, they're struggling to come to terms with how he's changed and no longer remembers them like they do him.
Because now Oz/Gideon has been back with them for about 400 years, and yet, his memories have yet to return - which is frustrating and saddening in its own right, as if their feelings were not already complicated enough. Because Gideon had disappeared, and Ezra had thought he was dead for real, and then he suddenly returned, but he wasn't himself, and yet...)
I think I cycled through every emotion reading this story. Lutz needs to go! I know it would have been wildly out of character, but I was really hoping for someone (preferably Oz) to stake the guy. Just put him out of his misery, already. Oz needs to be protected at all cost. The memory loss you hinted at in the story was fascinating; I think Oz's innocence is what makes him endearing, he is a hard character to get mad at, even when he makes a mistake. I wonder what he was like before, in full control of his capabilities, was he a terrifying vampire?
A line that struck me when I was reading was "because at some point, Oz had started running, and now, he found himself stumbling back instead." It was very poetic, and I think was an apt metaphor for the story itself. It seems like Oz is always running forward only to find himself stumbling backwards instead. He can never get ahead; with Ezra it seems there has always been tension between Oz and Lutz, since they are both in love with him and the added strain/competition of Oz being Lutz's sire. To his memory loss, which doesn't seem so innocent, and his bumbling through a time he doesn't know how to exist in.
This was wonderful! Thanks for writing it!
I'm glad it was to your liking!
But why does Lutz have to go? He might not be a very good person (or a good person at all), but he has his uses~
"Oz needs to be protected at all cost" - I believe that the fact that he's still alive in spite of Lutz continuously tracking his location already speaks for itself.
Now, was Gideon a terrifying vampire? Yes and no, depending on who you ask.
As for Oz, his innocence is certainly endearing but also deeply frustrating to those who have known him from his pre-Oz days. And like you say, it's difficult for him to get ahead, because he's already at a distinct disadvantage. There's a lot of stuff he doesn't know or understand, both about the modern world and about the past - because he doesn't remember the true beginning like the others, and to them, he's both someone familiar and a stranger wearing their skin.
A brilliant story about three vampires bound in a love triangle lasting centuries that doesn't seem like it will ever come to an end. A story filled with different forms of love and obsession that culminate into a gripping story full of ambiguous intrigue where not all the questions we find ourselves asking are answered.
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It's actually two vampires and one immortal, since Ezra isn't a vampire~
@Zaiakuma Whaaaaaaaaat?!
I feel so ashamed for not realising....
I just assumed the part about having no qualms about the sun was because he was indoors.
OTL
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thank you for the vampire rep!! i really want to point out how humorous and fun the dialogue is! particularly anything involving Gideon and Ezra. I suppose that's why I have such mixed feelings toward Lutz--he totally has toxic second male lead syndrome, and personally i don't think he could treat Ezra as well as he thinks he is. But i have to admit the fangs and the biting are delicious.
thank you once again for the story!!
I'm glad others are also finding the humour in the dialogue - it certainly made me laugh as well
And vampires, fangs, biting - delicious
As for Lutz, the situation is complicated. He and Ezra already have history, and although much of it didn't make it into the final cut, I have it upon good authority that Lutz's stance is actually that Ezra's partner doesn't have to be him, but that "the list of other acceptable candidates is extremely short" and that "the little fool’s name has been crossed out many times over".
Oh how I love a vampire romance, and the messier the better! These three are all such interesting characters. I would love a full novel with them.
I'm glad you liked it! And considering all the stuff that had to be cut from the final version, a longer version is certainly no impossibility~
Huh, wow, when you said there were "complicated relationships", you really meant it! This was my face through some of the reveals in the chapter, ngl HASDHGSDHG I enjoyed seeing the complicated web of relationships unfold!! And the beats of humor throughout the entire story were very well crafted, I laughed out loud quite a lot of times I'll admit that I normally don't read these types of stories, but this was a real treat to read! I quite enjoyed it~
I want to talk about the characters next, and my feelings on this will be a little more personal, so be warned!!
I admittedly have some complicated feelings about Lutz, or "Lewis" — I'm not sure if I'm supposed to support him or dislike him. That said, I really, really don't like him. He seems like the type who'd ruin quite a lot of lives for the sake of their beloved. And he just seems like a very self-important prick. I think I'd like him a lot more if I saw someone take him down a peg or two.
I quite liked Oz, or "Gideon" — the wet cat energy he exudes is immaculate, if I do say so myself. The poor man was just very confused for half the story, which is. Fair. Actually, I like him a lot! His scenes of disconnect with modern times were very entertaining, and breathed a lot of life into his character! I'll admit that some of my dislike for Lutz probably comes from the way he treats Gideon at the end. Gideon had officially made it into my official 'blorbos to be protected' list by then, and I really didn't appreciate seeing Luz treat him like that
(Not that this is a bad thing for you as an author, though! I think it's amazing that you managed to make me so protective/attached to a character in such a short amount of time. Not everyone can do that.)
Lastly, Ezra. Oh boy. Ezra, the center of this web of complicated relationships. We saw very little of him compared to the other characters, but I quite liked what I saw of him! I wish he was able to give either Lutz or Gideon a little more what-for, but overall I quite liked him!
To summarize: I enjoyed the beats of humor throughout the story, and I particularly loved Gideon's characterization! Thank you for sharing such a wonderful story~
Thank you for your thoughtful comment~
And I'm glad to hear that this made you laugh - it made me laugh as well. Not sure exactly what you mean by "I don't normally read these types of stories", but if you're more into transmigration/time travel/cultivation, then feel free to check out my other works (- my longer works that is, because my antho stuff all seem to veer towards supernatural romance)
Lutz/Lewis is a complicated guy - not a good person for sure, but as you've surmised, he would be willing to "ruin quite a lot of lives for the sake of his beloved" (- and he has).
Oz/Gideon meanwhile - wet cat energy indeed! It's not easy being him, and to navigate both the modern world and his relationships with Ezra and Lutz (who've both known him far longer than he's aware).
As for Ezra, he's got his own circumstances - and his own history with both pre-Oz Gideon and with post-Gideon Lutz. But with the word limit and me wanting to savour all that wet cat energy, there's a bunch of stuff that didn't make the final cut
Thoughts on Pacing and Technique:
I really enjoyed your pacing. It felt so comfortable and gripping that I didn't even realise I had reached the end until I scrolled down and saw your profile pic. I guess you could argue that that means the pacing didn't slow down enough to feel that it was the ending, but I disagree. I believe that it hints at their stories continuing past that point, just that we won't be witness to it.
In terms of technique, I enjoyed how you implemented inner dialogue as being broken thoughts that were continued by people then talking. It felt incredibly natural and didn't take me out of the immersion. I do have to admit I got a little bit confused at times with the italicised text, but I think that's more because I'm used to such text being inner thoughts rather than emphasising a word in normal dialogue. I also liked how you used possessive speech when Lutz talked about Ezra and such. How he quite often referred to Oz as fool when talking to Ezra, displaying how much he disliked him being together with his ex-lover.
I think if I had any criticisms, then they would be that there was a lack of descriptions for the characters' features and voices. It made it a bit hard for me to picture them in my head and create their voices. Like, I couldn't tell if Ezra would have a deep voice, a smooth voice, a high voice, an airy voice, etc...and vice versa for Oz and Lutz, too. I think the only real feature described was the way Lutz smiled, revealing his fangs or more teeth than a smile should. Like, did any of them have muscle? Tanned skin? Or were they all super pale cos they were vampires? What was their hair like? How about their eyes? Were they tall? Short? Same heights as each other? Though, I can somewhat imagine they'd all be a lot shorter than modern day people due to the time they were turned into vampires, but...still how about between them?
All in all, I think you did a good job for both pacing and technique. My criticism is more of a personal thing, and it wasn't entirely detrimental to the plot or writing. I wouldn't mind you giving descriptions, though...
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I'm glad you liked the inner dialogue as broken thoughts - I do that a lot. It's a definite writing habit of mine.
As for the lack of description, that was pretty deliberate - because everyone involved already knows what the others look like, I thought it better to dedicate most of the word count to other things. But to give you something, I'd say that Lutz has light-coloured hair, whereas the other two do not.
@Zaiakuma Wahhh, so he has Nordic descent, then? Or...I've forgotten the name for the group from Germany, Holland, Sweden, Finland, etc...
I guessed it must have been a deliberate choice for word count, but I see it also makes sense from a character point of view, too.
How about their heights, then? Shorter than people now? The same?
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