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[lovelytsunoda]

foreign affair // charles leclerc

summary: it wasn't supposed to happen. but they say that the south of france is the most romantic place on the planet. so falling in love with her vacation fling should have been inevitable.

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader

warnings: vacation fling, allusions to sex, way too short but it is what it is, bittersweet and filled with longing.

a one in a million chance, you know the moment that you crossed over the line. a casual glance, no one has to read between the lines

in the south of france, it was spring time, special feelings come alive, "there's romance in the air, " so they say, love could be a small café

file it under foreign affairs

the hotel sheets were more expensive than what she made in a day.

this particular resort was divided in two: private villas for the rich and honeymooning, those with money to burn, and the hotel itself, where she was staying.

but they say that france is the country of love, a figure of speech that had proven to be very, very true.

“mon amour, you’re awake.” charles said softly, a towel wrapped around his still damp body, droplets running down his toned stomach as he leaned over the bed to kiss her lips. “I was trying to let you sleep in.”

“but it’s my last day.” she frowned, nipples springing to attention underneath the thin silk sheet wrapped around her body. “I want to be out there doing things.”

three weeks of holiday almost didn’t feel like enough. the trip had been a dream, all sun and sand until she met charles leclerc at the bar. she didn’t know who he was, which perhaps helped to build his attraction to her. and he never felt the need to say any more than “I’m an athlete” when asked what he did for a living.

she fell hard and she fell fast as he offered to be her tour guide. being from monaco and having french friends, charles knew his way around all of the best restaurants, sights and beaches.

it was no surprise that after just three days, finding herself tipsy on wine, she ended up naked in his hotel room, tangled in silk sheets.

“but you will be doing things.” charles smiled, leaning over the bed and pushing his lips against hers with an almost featherlight touch, water dripping onto the sheets. “you’re doing me.”

“you’re so bad.” she giggled, fumbling to throw his towel aside, raking her fingernails down his chest. “promise me you’ll make this last day one to remember?”

“oh, mon cher, i plan on it.”

they spent the morning exchanging kisses and orgasms in charles’ bed before she finally went back to her room, legs worse for wear and a little wobbly on her feet before she changed into her swimsuit and made her way to the resorts private beach. Charles had a standing rental for a cabana, so she settled in with her book and a glass of white wine.

the only way she would want to spend her last day: relaxing by the water.

charles had promised her that he had a surprise planned for the evening to come, and he had left to prepare it shortly after she got out of his shower. despite her attempts at getting the monegasque to give her any hints, the driver was silent about his plans.

“wear that tight red dress and those strapped sandals, and meet me in the valet lot.” was all that he had said in regards to the plans.

charles leclerc, european man of mystery everybody.

bags packed and by the door, ready for her early flight, she dressed in the red dress and sandals, curling her hair and spraying herself with bath and body works. sure enough, when she walked to the valet lot, charles was already waiting next to his Ferrari.

god, she was going to miss him.

the night was young as the sun began to set, hands sticking out of the sunroof and wind blowing her hit round her face as charles drove up the coast, the south of france lit up in the half light.

“can you tell me where we’re going yet?” she giggled, eyes closed as charles lead her though a parking lot.

“hang on, hang on, amour. almost there.”

she could feel the floor moving gently underneath her feet as she let charles guide her body, listening to his calming voice when he finally told her to open her eyes.

“oh, charles.”

she was standing on the middle of a large boat, the sun setting over the water and a picnic blanket set up in the middle of the deck as the vessel rocked back and forth in the harbour, the smell of the saltwater filling her nostrils as charles lit the tall candles that were set up around the picnic.

“one last night to remember?”

she smiled, joining him on the blanket as he popped open a bottle of red wine. “one last night to remember. I’ll miss you, leclerc. thank you for making the last three weeks one for the record books.”

charles smiled sadly, still looking like a greek god even with longing etched on his features.

“to the last three weeks, and to what could have been.”

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: this one actively broke my heart while writing it and i hope i did the topic justice. title came from a song on @pyotrkochetkov ‘s barzy playlist and i just knew i had to write something angsty for it. a bunch more happy and smutty long fics and headcanons are coming! seriously, let me know what you thought of this one - much heavier and angstier than i usually write 😬 ignore any inconsistencies, i’m not an expert on this particular medical procedure or professional hockey team travel

word count: 7k

tw: miscarriage, subsequent emotions

summary: on a mini trip to vancouver to watch andrei play, you suffer the worst loss of your life. andrei is your rock throughout the ordeal

Vancouver is a fun city - maybe not as fun as Raleigh or New York, but fun nevertheless - and you’re excited that part of the Canes’ Western road trip fell close to Thanksgiving weekend so you could join in for a bit of it without having to miss too much time at work. Part of your goal this season, your first married to Andrei, is to see him play in every arena. You’ve managed a few of the east coast arenas so far, but this is your first time out west. Nykki joined you too, so it’s like a mini-girls’ trip rolled into a ‘supporting our men’ trip.

The team’s there before you and Nykki get to Vancouver, having already played in Seattle two days before. It’s actually been slightly more than a week since you’ve seen Andrei in person and you miss him a lot. You’ve been with him for four years now, so you’re used to the travel and not seeing him for chunks of time, but this week feels extra hard. Luckily, after this little West Coast swing, Andrei will be home for a good chunk of time - the quirks of the NHL schedule are always insane to you.

You and Nykki get dinner before the game, discussing her wedding plans. It’s scheduled for early August, but time is already flying. You’re a bridesmaid, but you’ve been pushing off picking a dress, knowing that it’s not going to fit you by the time the wedding happens. Your fingers curl carefully against your stomach, hidden by the table and the bulk of your sweater, your little secret.

Butterflies roll in your stomach, excitement mingling with nerves, knowing that you’re going to tell Andrei the news after the game tonight. It’s so early in your marriage, and you’re definitely freaking out a little bit, but the idea of a little baby that looks like Andrei is enough to help the excitement win out.

“Martin wants to do Bali for the honeymoon,” Nykki tells you while you find your way to your seats. You bought tickets for the lower bowl, wanting to be in the middle of the crowd and all the excitement. The Canucks fans are already a little rowdy, with warmups halfway over. There’s a few Canes jerseys smattered through the crowd, but it’s certainly an uneven match.

You sip at your overly large Coke, your stomach turning a little. Dinner isn’t sitting right with you, but it’s manageable for now. “Bali’s nice, I mean, so I’ve heard. But what’s the weather like in August?”

Nykki points at you, her other fingers wrapped around her beer can. “That’s what I said! I thought it would be unbearably hot and humid, but apparently it’s gorgeous - 86 and barely any rain,” she grins. “I promised he could be in charge of the honeymoon, so I think we’re going to Bali.”

“Well,” you smirk back, “there are worse places to spend two weeks with your gorgeous NHL player husband, Nyk.”

She laughs and takes a sip of her beer, eyes twinkling. “You have a point there. How about you and Andrei? What are the big summer vacation plans?”

You pause, thinking of an answer because you’re anticipating having a newborn this summer, so a vacation isn’t likely to happen. Andrei’s been floating the idea of a mini European tour - hitting Rome and Paris for a few days each before heading to Russia for a little bit to visit family. But you haven’t really committed to plans since it’s only November and you have plenty of time. “We haven’t really talked about it,” you answer Nykki truthfully. “Drei’s been focused on the season and I’ve been busy with work. He doesn’t like to plan anything before the end of the regular season anyway.”

“Superstition,” Nykki sing-songs, putting her beer in the cup holder as she stands for the anthems. You get to your feet, pulling off your baseball hat and holding it over your heart, humming along with both anthems. You shift your weight from foot to foot, stretching out your lower back a little.

The puck drops and the game starts - Andrei’s almost immediately put in the penalty box, complaining and shouting at the ref the entire time he skates over. His hands fly in the air as he gestures, but his passion isn’t moving the ref at all and he takes his seat in the box, slumping down. You laugh, shaking your head affectionately. He’s a sweetheart off-ice, but on the ice, Andrei is a borderline criminal. He’s leading the team in penalty minutes and you’ve definitely heard plenty about how he doesn’t deserve it.

The game clock ticks down, Andrei’s released from the box and immediately scores on a breakaway. You and Nykki jump from your seats, screaming and cheering with the Canes up one to nothing. The Vancouver fans around you glare and chirp, but you and Nykki just laugh, giving back as good as you get.

It’s pure fun to be supporting the visiting team and you and Nykki thoroughly enjoy yourselves, dancing to the music and gossiping during TV timeouts and slower moments. Nykki gets another beer and you refill your soda, your stomach still acting up. The popcorn Nykki gets is too salty and you end up joining the crowd when they start throwing their own snacks at the refs. It’s a penalty called on the Canucks, which is good news for you, but the crowds enthusiasm is infectious.

The fans of the Canadian teams are definitely a little more intense and vocal with their displeasure with the refs, you’ve noticed. A particularly obscene chant breaks out when Brady dances around one of the Canucks’ defensemen to set up a powerplay goal for Brent Burns.

You and Nykki throw your arms up and cheer, screaming yourselves silly. Your stomach cramps a little and it puts a damper on the celebration and also serves as a reminder that you really need to see a GI doctor to determine if you’re actually lactose intolerant or if you have a gluten allergy. You grimace and sit back down, clenching your stomach a little, which seems to help. The rest of the second period flies by and the boys are up two to one.

The people around you start to shuffle off to get more food or go to the bathroom, now that the second intermission has started. You finish the rest of your soda and shift in your seat. Nykki looks over at you curiously. “You okay? You seem like you’re kind of uncomfortable,” she says, twisting her hair back into a ponytail.

“I’m fine,” you hum. “My back is killing me though. I must’ve tweaked it on the flight over.”

“You want an Advil?” Nykki’s already shaking around her purse and you can hear things rattling around.

“Let me go refill my drink, pee, and then yeah, I’ll take an Advil,” you reply, holding the reusable cup to your chest and getting out of your seat. Nykki pulls her knees to the side and you scoot past her, stopping when she makes a little noise. “What?”

“Babe, I think you need a tampon too,” she whispers, gesturing to the back of your jeans.

Your eyebrows draw together. You’re not getting your period anymore. “Tamp-?” The word catches in your throat and your eyes go wide. Your mind spins as the pieces start clicking into place and, as if to serve as the final kick in the ass sign, your lower stomach twists unpleasantly with a sharp cramp. Tears fill your eyes and you reach down to grab Nykki’s hand. “Um, surprise, I’m pregnant, but maybe see should go to the hospital or an urgent care?”

Half a dozen emotions cross Nykki’s face before it settles on shock, but all you can focus on now is the persistent cramping in your stomach. The cramping that’s been bothering you all day and you ignored, thinking nothing of it. God, you’re a terrible mother already.

“Okay, okay,” Nykki jumps to her feet, squeezing your fingers and dragging you out of the row and up the stairs to the main concourse. Her other hand is gripping her phone tightly and she’s jabbing at it with her thumb. “I’m calling an Uber. The hospital is like a ten minute drive.”

You nod, feeling numb as Nykki drags you along, your feet stumbling to keep up as you dart around the people waiting in lines for the bathroom and for food. How could your whole night - your whole life - have just taken a complete one-eighty in the matter of minutes. The cold Vancouver air hits your face like a slap, shocking some feeling back into your body. You wish it hadn’t.

The cramping is worse, the feeling between your legs - blood - like free bleeding during your period, but worse, so much worse.

Your stomach lurches and you rip your hand from Nykki’s grasp, bending at the waist and vomiting into a bush next to the entrance to the arena. “Oh, it’s going to be okay. Let it out,” Nykki’s voice is soothing and she rubs a hand in between your shoulder blades while your stomach seizes and you vomit again, spitting into the dirt.

Tears streak down your cheeks and your throat burns now. “I want Andrei,” you whisper, heart clenching with grief.

“Let’s get you to the hospital,” Nykki guides you towards the rideshare pick-up area, where a four-door sedan is already waiting. “I’ll get a hold of him somehow, but let’s take care of you first, okay?”

You let her bundle you into the backseat of the car and swallow back your tears, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes hard enough to see starbursts. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you try to calm down, you don’t know what’s happening for sure. Even though it feels very much like the end of something, you have to find a little piece of hope to keep yourself sane. The driver catches your eye in the rear view mirror as he pulls out of the arena parking lot, his mouth twisted down in a concerned frown even as his eyes are slightly judgmental. He’s driving you from a hockey game to a hospital - god knows what he’s thinking about you.

Nykki squeezes your knee and smiles gently at you, even as she’s typing on her phone with her other hand. “It’s still intermission, no one’s going to have their phone on them, but I’m trying to see if I can get through to one of the trainers or something. Just stay calm and we’ll figure it out,” she’s no-nonsense and you’re so grateful for her taking control of the situation.

Your lower back complains as the driver hits a pothole and another leak of fluid rushes between your legs. The drive is too long and too short all at once and before you know it, you’re being admitted to the Vancouver General Hospital emergency room and deposited on a bed, a curtain drawn around you. A nurse with warm, sympathetic eyes and a kind smile does your intake, her lips twisting to to side as you’re answering her questions.

“I just found out a few days ago,” you whisper, starting your fingers together. “I haven’t even told my husband.”

“Mrs. Svechnikov,” the nurse pats your arm comfortingly, “we really don’t know anything for sure until we get an ultrasound. Try not to put added stress on your body.”

You don’t even bother correcting her about your last name, the Russian name sounding strange in her Canadian accent. Nykki comes behind the curtain, clutching her phone. “There’s about ten minutes left in the third,” she says. “I can’t get ahold of anyone, but I’ll keep trying.”

“We’re going to get an OB down here and check everything out, okay?” The nurse says kindly, but brusquely, and then disappears back into the main emergency room. You roll your neck so your cheek is resting on your shoulder and a few tears leak out of your eyes.

“You didn’t leave any messages or anything for Andrei, right?” You ask. “I don’t want him to see and freak out.”

Nykki brushes your hair off your forehead and shakes her head. “No, I left a few messages for Martin to call me as soon as he could. I figure I’ll get to Andrei that way. Do you need anything?”

“Just Andrei,” you hiccup a sob, pressing a shaking hand to your mouth. Your other hand hovers over your stomach, afraid to touch it. The bleeding hasn’t stopped, so despite what the nurse said, you know it’s a miscarriage. Your stomach rolls and you press your lips together tightly so you don’t vomit.

“I’ll get him here as fast as I can,” Nykki reassures you. While you wait for the OB, she absently braids your hair back from your face, tying it off in an efficient, utilitarian French braid down your back. She talks as she works, trying to distract you, and you’re grateful for her efforts even if they don’t work. All you can think about is the little life that had been growing in you just a few hours ago. Your heart lurches painfully when you realize Andrei’s going to find out about the pregnancy and the loss all at once.

The OB is a middle-aged Black woman with a slight Canadian accent who introduces herself as Doctor Hayes and she doesn’t sugarcoat the news, which you appreciate. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Svechnikov,” she sighs, looking very much like she hates this part of her job. “But you are actively miscarrying right now. We’re going to admit you overnight for monitoring and will reevaluate in the morning.”

Your entire body goes cold at her words and you grip Nykki’s hand - you hadn’t let her leave your side, terrified to be alone. A cramp rips through your lower body and you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. “What-“ your voice is hoarse and you clear your throat, trying again, “what, um, are the next steps?”

Doctor Hayes rests her hands on the guard railing on your bed. “Well, we’ll have you on a hydration IV throughout the night while we monitor the miscarriage. There may be a need for a D and C, to make sure it’s complete and there’s no tissue left behind.” Your face blanches as she talks. “But all of that will depend on what happens tonight.”

“Thank you,” you murmur and she pats your hand gently, sympathetically, as she leaves. You can hear her giving the nurse instructions and you slump back against the pillows, completely drained.

Nykki checks her Apple Watch and grimaces. “It’s Martin. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Be gentle with Andrei, okay?” You reply, desperately wanting him at your side, but also wanting to protect him from this heartbreak a little longer.

She’s back in a few minutes, after the nurse has started you on an IV. “Martin’s going to bring him over,” she says, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t tell him why you were here, just that you started to not feel well during the second,” she says. “It sounded like Andrei was halfway out the door before Martin could finish his sentence.”

You nod faintly. That sounds like Andrei. “I hope they don’t get slammed by Rod for leaving…” You twist your wedding rings around your finger, the diamonds catching the fluorescent lighting.

“They won’t,” Nykki says firmly. “He’d have to be a real bastard to punish Andrei for coming to the hospital for you. Besides, someone should’ve been available to get Andrei here earlier! It’s ridiculous.”

“Let him have an extra hour of normalcy,” you sigh, shifting on the bed, sore and uncomfortable.

You’re moved into a private room and given a hospital gown that bares your entire back and ass. A giant pad that’s probably as big as a damn puppy pee pad is wedged in between your legs to contain the bleeding and the IV is tugging unpleasantly at your skin. Nykki’s waiting downstairs to bring Andrei directly to you and you hope he’s here soon because now that you’re alone, the reality of the situation is sinking in and your chest is starting to feel tight. You turn your head and try to bury your face in the pillow, but you catch a whiff of the lingering Tom Ford Lost Cherry perfume you’d applied earlier mixed with antiseptic and sterile hospital smell and your brain briefly registers that it’s a shame, because you really love this perfume and now you’ll never be able to wear it again. Your heart thumps painfully in your chest, a reminder that you’re losing more and more of your baby with each passing second.

You hear him before you see him, the pounding of his footsteps echoing through the hallways. He’s running down the hall, that much is clear, and when you look over at the door, you catch the blur of Andrei skipping completely past your room before he doubles back and skids to a stop in the doorway.

He looks terrible - hair still damp with sweat, the red mark across his forehead from his helmet is still prominent, and he looks like he got dressed in the dark - or an extreme hurry - in a pair of basketball shorts and his button down with the buttons done up all wrong. But it’s the look of complete panic in his eyes that scares you the most. Andrei never looks that panicked.

“Solnyshka,” he breathes, his shoulders dropping from around his ears. In three long strides he’s at your side, holding your hand, and you finally feel like you can breathe.

“Hi,” you whisper before bursting into tears.

“Hi,” he replies softly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. His grip is almost painful, but you welcome it as you hiccup. “What’s going on, solnyshka?”

Insanely, the only words that come out of your mouth are, “your shirt is buttoned wrong.”

Andrei looks surprised, “what?” he asks absently as his gaze flickers down to his shirt. He shakes his head, “I rush. Solnyshka,” his voice is high and nervous, “what is going on? Neci didn’t know anything. Just that you’re here, in hospital.”

“I…Andrei, I’m so sorry,” the words rush out of your mouth on a flood of fresh tears. “I was pregnant and now I’m not. I lost the baby.”

You’re not even sure if Andrei can even understand you, you’re crying so hard. But one glance at his face and the completely shattered expression it wears, and you know he understood you. His fingers tighten around yours and he’s shaking his head, hair falling forward over his forehead.

“What? I don’t - a baby?” He rubs at his forehead with his other hand, eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “When did you - why didn’t -“

He can’t seem to get a full sentence out and it only makes you cry harder, your entire body hurting with the effort. You know what he’s asking though.

“Last week,” you manage. “The day after you left. I was going to tell you tonight, but…” You trail off, shrugging one shoulder.

Andrei’s head hangs, chin to chest, and he makes a little noise in the back of his throat. “I’m so sorry, milaya,” he says, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

The worst of your tears are drying up and you shake your head. “It’s not…I had Nyk. I hate that you had to find out like this. Baby and then no baby, all at once,” your voice cracks and you trace the little embroidered A.S. on his cuff, barely able to look at him.

Your husband sighs and drops his head so he can rest his forehead against yours. He smells like sweat and fear and Old Spice and your throat clogs with emotion again. “I thought…” he breathes. “I hear hospital and I think the worst. I thought the worst.”

This is the worst, you think. The worst possible thing. But you know what he means, that he thought something even more awful had happened to you, that he was worried he lost you because he didn’t know there was something else to lose.

Andrei’s lips brush against your cheek, soft and delicate, the rasp of his stubble a stark contrast. You sit like that, foreheads touching, for who knows how long. Andrei doesn’t cry, but his chest hitches and you think he might, maybe, when it all sinks in. You’re all cried out and now there’s just bone-deep exhaustion.

“i’m tired,” you murmur, the words getting lost between you.

Andrei nods against your forehead and pulls back, looking like it takes him a huge effort to sit back up. He cups your cheek and his thumb strokes a careful arc over your cheekbone. You lean into the familiar gesture, comforted. “Sleep, okay? I’ll…I have to call Rod. Get my stuff. I’ll take care of everything,” his voice is steady, but his eyes are clouded.

You nod, your eyelids already closing. Andrei gets up and brushes his lips over your forehead, murmuring that he loves you. Once he’s outside the room, you can hear him talking quietly to Nykki and Martin, but your grief and exhaustion pull you under before you can really concentrate on what he’s saying.

Sleep doesn’t last and you’re awake again after a few hours. You blink awake blearily, confused for a second before everything comes rushing back. Andrei’s scrunched up in a chair in the corner, his chin propped up on the palm of his hand, eyes shut. He changed in the time since he left, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. His legs are kicked out in front of him, a pair of white sneakers on his feet. You don’t want to wake him, but when you shift, a sharp pain pierces your side and you gasp loudly before biting down hard on your tongue to muffle the noise. It doesn’t work and Andrei’s eyes fly open, his entire body jerking.

“Hey,” he’s at your side in a second, “what hurts? I call a nurse?” His accent is thick with sleep and worry.

You shake your head, the pain subsiding. “I’m fine.” And you are, the worst of the cramps are gone, leaving just a vague soreness and uncomfortable tightness in your chest and stomach. “You should’ve gone back to the hotel.”

“And leave you?” Andrei looks at you like you’re crazy. He shakes his head. “I got my bag and Nykki brought yours back. Do you want anything?”

“No,” you reach for his hand and lace your fingers together. “I just want to go home.”

He nods, looking exhausted. “Me too. I spoke to Rod, if you’re discharged later today then you come with us on the plane. If not, I stay and come home with you when you’re ready,” his lips quirk up at the corner when you start to protest. “Is decided, solnyshka. I’m not leaving your side.”

“But…” you trail off, all the arguments that you can think of fading when you realize that you don’t want to be separated from Andrei, not right now. “Okay,” you whisper.

“Good,” he chuckles under his breath. “I don’t want to argue with you.”

“No arguments from me,” you reply dryly, rolling your head so your cheek is on the pillow and you can look directly at him. “Why don’t you try and sleep some more? I’m not going anywhere.”

His jaw tightens a bit. “Can’t sleep,” he replies, even though you had just seen him asleep. “If the doctor comes, I want to be awake.”

You nod again, sore and tired, and Andrei just sits with you quietly for a while before you think to ask, “how was the game?”

He snorts. “We won, but who cares?” It’s such an unexpected answer - Andrei’s never not cared about winning a game - and it startles you into silence.

A nurse comes in a few minutes later, saving you from having to find an answer. She introduces herself as Kayla and speaks in a soft, but firm tone. You’re starting to recognize the undercurrent of apology and sympathy in the nurses and doctors’ tones and you’re beginning to hate it. Andrei doesn’t let go of your hand while she checks your vitals and puts another bag of saline on the IV pole. “The OB will be in soon to do another ultrasound and see if you need a D and C,” Kayla says gently. “But everything else looks good. You won’t be staying another night and I would guess that you’ll be out of here by early afternoon at the latest, either way.”

You nod robotically, not really absorbing what she’s saying. By this afternoon, everything will be over and you’ll for sure, 100% not be pregnant anymore. It’s a gut punch, even though you knew this was coming. Andrei asks the nurse a few more questions before she leaves, but you don’t really listen, focusing on a small stain on a ceiling tile. It looks like nothing at all, just a blob of brown, but the more you stare at it, the more your vision unfocuses, the more it starts to look like one of those stereotypical ultrasound blobs.

You don’t even realize that you’re crying again until Andrei wipes the tears from your cheeks. “Try and sleep again,” he murmurs, chewing at the inside of his cheek. “I think you’ll need strength.”

“Can you get me some water?” You ask, running your hands over the braid Nykki had done. It’s so messy and it feels like she fixed it a million years ago, but it was only four or five hours. It feels like another lifetime, sitting in the arena and joking around with her. From halfway through second intermission to a hospital room at 2 a.m. Certainly not how you were picturing the end of your trip to Vancouver.

You think you must fall asleep again because the next thing you know, there’s sun coming through the window and Andrei’s at your side again, his large hand resting on the top of your head, cradling the crown. Unfamiliar doctors and nurses are in the room and they all speak to you and Andrei, but the only words you hear are “incomplete miscarriage” and “quick procedure” before you’re being shuffled off to an operating room. It all happens too fast for you to even be scared and the last thing you remember before the anesthesia is Andrei by your ear, whispering in Russian to you, the spicy scent of his deodorant filling your senses.

Andrei’s there again, when you wake up, eyes looking red and face drawn. You’re barely conscious, but the sigh of relief he exhales permeates the fog. His hand is warm in yours and you manage a weak smile at him. “Hey there handsome,” you croak and he laughs weakly. “Miss me?”

“You…” Andrei coughs, “I love you very much.”

“Love you,” your words slur a bit. “I wanna go home.”

“Soon, solnyshka,” Andrei promises, stroking your hair. “Soon.” He’s still stroking your hair when you fall asleep again.

When you wake up again, the overwhelming sense of emptiness is what you notice first. Then Andrei comes into focus again, his weight of his head resting on your leg, his hand on your hip. You’re not sure if he’s awake or not, but you gently run your fingers through his hair and he looks over at you, shifting.

“Hi,” he murmurs, dark circles under his eyes.

“Hi,” you rasp back, fingers still working through his hair.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore, tired,” you hesitate, “empty.”

“Yeah,” Andrei’s reply is barely an exhale. “Doctor said we can go, once they give you the all-clear.”

You nod, chewing at your lower lip. “Andrei,” you choke his name, the words coming out like broken glass, “we don’t have a baby anymore.”

“I know,” Andrei replies simply, sitting up all the way and leaning forward to gather you into his arms. You go to him easily, moving carefully and ignoring the pull of your protesting muscles, and bury your face against his chest. He’s in the same black t-shirt and he smells stale now, like he needs a shower desperately, but under that he just smells like Andrei, like home, and you cry into his chest, the fabric growing wet under your face. He just holds you, his arms a strong cage around your back, his hands running up and down your back. Everything in your body hurts, but nothing more than your heart.

Throughout the next few hours, when you’re given a clean bill of health, instructions to take it easy and abstain from sex or using a tampon for three weeks, and discharged, Andrei is a rock. He’s right at your side, helping you get dressed in the soft joggers you were using as pajama pants and an oversized hoodie. He laces up your sneakers for you and carries all the bags out to the waiting Uber. You were discharged in time to make the team flight home, but after hearing Andrei on the phone before the doctor came in for your exam, you kind of suspect that he may have pressed Rod to change the travel plans. You can’t even start to think about what he’s done for you, exhaustion seeping to your bones.

No one says anything to you when Andrei ushers you onto the plane, but Neci gives you a small smile and squeezes your hand when you walk past him. You return the smile, feeling awful that Nykki has to fly home on her own. She’s been texting, checking in on you, and you haven’t answered yet, too distracted to deal with even holding your phone. Andrei bundles you into a seat near the back of the plane and wraps his jacket around you.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Anything for you, solnyshka,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Try and sleep, long flight. I have the pain pills, if you need, okay?”

You nod against his shoulder and wrap his jacket tighter around your body, tucking your hands up into the sleeves. Andrei rests his palm on your knee and before the plane even takes off, you’re asleep.

It’s a long flight back to Raleigh and you don’t sleep the entire way, but after a solid three hour nap, you wake up feeling better. Andrei’s asleep when you wake up, his head dropped back against the headrest, his mouth open slightly. He finally looks relaxed and peaceful and you’re grateful, so grateful, for him.

Your whole body still hurts, but your legs are starting the cramp up, so you carefully shimmy out of your seat to stretch in the aisle. Brady and Jarvy wave at you from a few rows up and you wave back, wondering what they know, if they know anything. No one really tries to talk to you, so you assume Andrei told them that you had some kind of medical emergency. Legs feeling better, you settle back into your seat, finally pulling out your phone and connecting to the in-flight wifi so you can text Nykki.

She reassures you that none of the other guys know what happened and that if you need anything when you’re back in Raleigh to let her know. You’re blessed to have such a good friend in her and you thank her, thinking that maybe in a few days you’ll see if she’ll bring Gigi over for some puppy cuddles.

Andrei wakes up about and hour before you land and he gulps back half of a water bottle before he even says anything. Then he tips his head close to yours and whispers, “how are you feeling? Any pain?”

“No,” you whisper back, “I’m okay. Just sore. It’s like being drained after a really bad period. I feel better after my nap.”

“Good,” he pushes the half-empty water bottle into your hands. “Drink.”

“Yes, sir,” you tease, the moment of lightness making you feel a little better. You sip at it slowly, starting to get a little nauseous. Andrei wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean against him, drawing comfort from his solid warmth.

When you land, Andrei guides you off the plane, his palm reassuring against your lower back. It’s easy to let him take the lead and to not think about anything. He’s got both of your bags and you don’t even put up a fuss when he refuses to let you carry even your purse. You’re just too tired.

Andrei’s car is parked fairly close and you don’t have to walk very far. You lower yourself into the front seat of the Lamborghini, muttering, “I hate this car.” Your stomach gives a protest of pain from having to climb into the car.

“I know,” Andrei laughs a little, loosening up. His string of ugly sports cars is a long running topic of conversation. The last one was orange, the one before that a strange green. This one is electric purple and it’s hideous. His terrible taste in car colors is his only red flag. “Next one will be red.”

“Why couldn’t this one have been red?” You ask, breathing deeply to stave off the nausea. You sink back against the seat and Andrei pulls out of the parking spot. He’s driving must slower than usual and is taking extreme care with navigating the roads.

“This one was only 75 made,” he explains again. “It’s a collectors item.”

“It’s still ugly,” you tease, a smile playing at your lips.

He reaches over and takes your hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “I love you so much, moya solnyshka, and I’m so…proud of your strength.”

Andrei doesn’t look at you when he says it, but his voice gets thick and he swallows roughly. He continues, “it hurts to know there would’ve been a baby in the summer.” So he did the math, you think. “But, this is maybe the wrong thing to say, but I’m glad I didn’t know before.”

It’s not really the right thing to say to you in the moment, but you can’t blame him. You sniff and nod. “I know. I almost wish I hadn’t known either. It was only a week, but I was so attached to…to the idea of our baby.”

“When you’re ready,” Andrei says slowly, turning to look at you while you’re stopped at a red light, “you tell me and I’ll give you a baby. When you’re ready.”

You nod, unable to even think about trying for a baby right now, but Andrei’s words and his earnest expression make your heart melt. You love him so, so much. “When I’m ready,” you repeat, squeezing his fingers.

When you get home, Andrei runs you a shower and joins you after a minute, soaping up your hair and scrubbing down your body gently. You don’t speak while he works and his touch is nothing but chaste. He’s careful around your stomach and between your legs, impossibly gentle with those huge hands of his. You stand under the spray while he gives his own body and hair a quick wash, the heat of the shower starting to make you a little lightheaded. Right before it gets to the point where you think you’re going to have to say something, Andrei flips the water off and reaches out of the stall for a huge, fluffy towel, wrapping you up in it and rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm. He grabs another towel and wraps it around his waist, gripping your elbow and guiding you back to the bedroom.

You rummage in his drawers for oversized clothes, not wanting anything constrictive on your body. Once you’re comfortable in an old pair of Andrei’s grey sweats and a threadbare Duke t-shirt, you crawl under the covers and curl up on your side. “Join me?” You ask, looking up at Andrei. He nods, silently climbing into bed behind you and gently scooting you closer to him. The warmth of his body is comforting against your back and he wraps his arms loosely under your breasts, avoiding your stomach. Andrei buried his face in your hair and you let a few silent tears leak out of your eyes.

What did you do to deserve this wonderful man?

With Andrei’s arms around you and your heart heavy in your chest, you fall asleep again, but it’s unsatisfying. After a few hours, you need food even though you’re still nauseous. Andrei makes himself a sandwich and warms up a can of chicken soup for you and you eat in bed, a rerun of The Nanny on TV. Andrei doesn’t really get the show - the humor is too specific - but he does like to point out all the outfits that Fran wear and he thinks you can pull off. It’s a nice distraction.

You take the next few days off of work, just to recover, but Andrei isn’t as lucky. You’re mostly fine physically except some lingering soreness, most of your problems are mental. After talking about it on the way home, neither you not Andrei has really brought up the miscarriage.

Two days after the miscarriage, the team is playing at home and Andrei’s right there in the middle of it all. You don’t watch the game, still too raw to watch hockey after what happened in Vancouver, so it’s a little shocking when he comes home with a blackened right eye and a cut across his nose and part of his cheek. “What happened?” You yelp upon seeing him, getting carefully to your feet and reaching up to lightly touch the side of his face.

Andrei grunts. “Distracted, got hit,” he winces when he moves his face.

You feel awful, knowing he was distracted because he was worrying about you. “Luckily it didn’t need stitches,” you say softly. “Can’t have anything ruining that pretty face,” you tease him lightly.

He gives you a tight smile and his gaze flickers down to your stomach, covered in an oversized sweatshirt. You catch his look and brush your thumb over the edge of his jaw. “I’m okay. You don’t have to worry about me so much,” you say. “I’m tough. I’m strong.”

“I know,” Andrei sighs, dropping a kiss to your forehead. He hesitates, wanting to say more, and you wait. “At the game,” he says slowly, “Burnsie, Staalsy, they had their kids there. I couldn’t help…I was picturing…”

Oh.

Your heart cracks right over the scabs that had been forming the past two days and fresh pain floods your veins. “Drei…” you’re not even sure what to say to him. You knew he was sad, but you hadn’t really thought about how deep his feelings went.

He smiles sadly at you. “Today, it hit me,” he says, twisting his lips. “We lost a baby.”

“Yeah,” you reply, throat tight. “We did.”

Andrei pulls you close, twisting his hand in the end of your ponytail. “I wasn’t expecting it to hurt like this, when I didn’t even know for very long,” he murmurs and you can feel a few tears drip onto the top of your head. You wrap your arms around his waist tighter.

“I don’t think that matters,” you mumble. “It hurts no matter how long you knew about it.”

You can feel Andrei’s head turn, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. You just stand there in his arms, holding tightly to the only other person that’s feeling the same pain as you. The longer Andrei holds you, the more you feel your fragile heart mending itself, the steady beat of his heart a constant under your cheek.

After that, things slowly start getting back to normal. You’re physically healed and cleared to resume normal activities. Andrei’s not so distracted during games. You can go hours, days without thinking about the baby that’s gone.

Andrei mentions it, off-hand, about a month after you get home from Vancouver, after he’s back from another quick road trip. “We could’ve been telling our families about the baby at Christmas,” he’s clearly been thinking about it.

You nod, a little startled by his comment. “Probably, yeah. Or we would’ve told them already, too excited to keep a secret,” you smile a little to yourself, thinking about how Andrei almost spoiled his proposal twice before he actually popped the question because he was so excited.

He grins at you, dimple popping, and pushes a slim box across the table at you. “Early Christmas present,” he says, answering your unasked question.

Looking at him suspiciously, you pop the lid on the jewelry box, finding a thin gold chain bracelet with two delicate charms on it - the common blue and white Greek mati to ward off the evil eye and a little horizontal cross attached at each end to the chain. You trace your fingers over the chain and look up at Andrei.

“A little luck?” He says, lifting one shoulder. “I saw it in a store window, in Long Island, before we played. Made me think of you.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, getting out of your seat to kiss him softly. You trace your tongue over his lower lip and desire stirs in your stomach, something foreign after the last few weeks, but oh so familiar. You’re not quite ready to have sex yet, but it’s a good reminder that you will one day soon. “It’s perfect.” You hold out your wrist and Andrei clasps the bracelet on.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he says, reminding you of the promise he made in the car.

“Whenever I’m ready,” you repeat, crawling onto his lap and letting him hold you. The thought of getting pregnant again doesn’t make your chest feel quite as tight anymore, doesn’t get the panic alarms ringing in your head. Andrei’s been so patient and gentle, making everything just a little bit easier to bear.

Every day just reminds you that as long as Andrei’s by your side, you can handle anything life throws at you.

He kisses the side of your head and holds you close, chasing the shadows of grief away.

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Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Eight // Polyverse AU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

The work below contains fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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Eve's POV

I was barely back home in Colorado working for a few weeks before putting in a new vacation request. I had the time, that wasn’t the issue, but the way my boss emailed me and asked me to push it out for the week after my initial request sounded like she was already annoyed. I reluctantly did as she asked and the time off was approved, but her tone filled my insides with guilt. One of these days I was going to have to put my foot down and have one of the boys visit me, no matter how inconvenient it was for work. The thought of bringing one of them back to my small two bedroom apartment that I shared with my saint-like roommate made me chuckle - she would die of shock hearing our loud, raucous extracurricular activities. With Chris, we were always vocal and laughing - sex was a fun game for us. But with Noah, it was endless; sometimes slow and sensual, other times quick and dirty, but always endless. The man had no rebound time whatsoever.

The moment my plane's wheels made contact with the tarmac at LAX, I felt a swell of excitement. Though my visit would only last a week, I was eager to make the most of my short time in the city of angels. As the plane taxied to the gate, I grabbed my trusty backpack from under the seat in front of me and pulled my carry-on from the overhead bin. I was traveling light, having packed only the essentials for my quick jaunt through LA.

I had timed my trip strategically. Noah was about to embark on the European leg of his worldwide tour. We both happened to be passing through LA this week before going our separate ways again. Noah would be completely preoccupied with last-minute tour prep during my visit. Likewise, Chris was already on a tour of his own. With the guys absorbed in their music careers, I was off the hook for any major travel plans or events after this. My boss would certainly be pleased that work commitments wouldn't be disrupted. 

Noah was waiting at the baggage claim in his signature casual style - cotton shorts showing off his tattooed athletic legs, calf-high socks paired with classic white Vans sneakers, and a soft t-shirt layered under an unzipped black windbreaker. As soon as I spotted him across the crowded airport, I felt a thrill of excitement and familiarity wash over me. Abandoning my luggage mid-stride, I ran full speed into his open arms. Noah enveloped me in a warm, tight hug, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around right there in the baggage claim. Our reunion was so emotional that Folio simply shook his head in amusement as he dutifully gathered my forgotten bags to clear them out of the busy foot traffic. I was too preoccupied to care or even notice. With my face buried happily in the crook of Noah's neck, I breathed in his comforting scent - a mix of fresh laundry and his woodsy deodorant. As I leaned back to admire his beloved face, I suddenly realized his shaggy, shoulder-length brown hair was gone. In its place was a dramatically shorter, cleaner style with his hair trimmed neatly above his ears. I ran my fingers through the top of his glossy brown locks, marveling at this stylish new look. Noah smiled sheepishly at my reaction, shaking his head a little in an endearing display of shyness. I couldn't help but giggle at this rare moment of vulnerability from my normally confident boyfriend.

"Do you like it?" he asked, his broad white smile practically blinding me even in the dim indoor light of the airport.

Unable to contain my enthusiasm, I exclaimed "Like it? I love it!" and pulled his head down to shower his soft, short hair with excited kisses.

It was a typical overcast afternoon in Los Angeles as Noah drove the three of us down to The Grove shopping center for a fun day out. As we strolled leisurely through the bustling outdoor mall, hand in hand, I was struck by a deep sense of contentment. Noah's sturdy arm wrapped protectively around my shoulders, gently guiding me to his side where he would plant the softest of kisses on top of my head. I couldn't help but wrap my own arms tightly around his torso, nuzzling my face into his side, breathing in his warm, familiar scent. At that moment, I felt like I was finally home again after so much time apart. While we browsed the trendy shops, Noah picked out a new cologne that made him smell fresh and masculine. Meanwhile, Folio found some stylish new sneakers that he just had to have. Despite the gloomy weather, being together and enjoying simple outings like this filled me with gratitude. Noah's affectionate gestures reassured me that our connection was as strong as ever.

The warm pressure of Noah's hand in mine as we strolled down the busy street made my heart flutter. I thought back to my last meeting with Chris, when he had professed his love for me not just once, but twice. At first, I was caught off guard, unsure of how to respond. But the second time, his words resonated within me and I realized that I reciprocated those feelings. Now, walking hand-in-hand with Noah, I was overcome with a similar warmth and affection. As he teased Folio playfully, I was filled with lightness, as if my stomach had disappeared entirely, leaving behind a hollowness that was somehow pleasant and freeing. Noah's voice broke through my reverie as he gave my hand a soft squeeze. "How about Mexican?'' he asked with a smile.

Alma was nothing like I expected. The restaurant was a stunning two-story building with a beautiful Spanish Mediterranean architectural style. I wasn't surprised when the staff looked at Noah with some concern as we entered. Between his and Folio's casual style of dress, with Noah covered in tattoos, and my own post-travel exhaustion, we didn't look nearly as polished and high-end as the patrons they were used to seeing. But despite our appearance, they didn't turn us away at the door. We were promptly shown to our table.

Once seated, Noah eagerly ordered himself the Birria de Res, a traditional Mexican beef stew, while Folio and I opted for the shrimp dish with a chipotle cream sauce. Not missing a beat, Folio quickly ordered himself a beer and became absorbed in scrolling through his phone. With a few moments to ourselves before the food arrived, Noah reached over and gently took my hand, pulling my chair closer to his.

"I'm sorry I will only get a week with you. It seems like forever since I saw you last," he said wistfully. I leaned in, touching our foreheads together in a tender moment. 

"Your birthday was a long time ago, Noah," I replied, thinking back to the last time we had been together in person, over five months ago now. While we had spoken on the phone every day since then, the long separation had been harder to endure than I had anticipated.

"I know, I'm sorry," he offered sincerely. I gave his hand an understanding squeeze. “How’s Chris?” When Noah asked about Chris, it brought a smile to my face. Chris and Noah had never been close - Chris was always too focused on living in the moment to care much about my boyfriend. But during our late night phone calls and text messages, Noah knew exactly who I was talking to. Though Chris didn't pay him much mind, Noah made an effort to ask about him, showing he cared about the people who mattered to me. 

“He’s good. He dyed his hair purple.” thinking back to the new edgy fade he was trying to keep secret until his upcoming music video release. Chris wanted the dramatic hair change to shock his fans and keep them guessing, building anticipation for the video that wouldn't come out for many months. I had bet him that he couldn't go that long without revealing the new 'do. Noah laughed at the idea, certain that people would notice long before the video debut. Unlike Chris, Noah was constantly being photographed and scrutinized in public. But Chris didn't have the same level of fame, so I thought he just might be able to pull off the covert purple hair until his big reveal.

As our food was passed out to us I noticed across the room a couple girls in their twenties whispering at each other across the table, their eyes locked on our table.

The hushed voices and furtive glances in our direction immediately put me on edge. I felt their eyes boring into us, no doubt recognizing Noah as an up-and-coming celebrity. My gut twisted with unease as I saw one girl slyly pull out her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen. Were they taking photos? Texting their friends about spotting Noah out to dinner? The heat rising in my cheeks confirmed my worst fears - our private date was about to become public fodder for gossip blogs and social media.

Noah's style and abundance of tattoos made him stand out in any crowd. I had naively hoped the girls were simply judging his appearance, writing him off as some spoiled trust fund kid living off his parents' money. But the laser-focused attention on our table left no doubt we had been made. My budding romance with Noah was about to be splashed across the internet, our intimate dinner reduced to salacious clickbait.

As reality sunk in, my anxiety spiked. I knew the fame game came with dating someone like Noah. But I wasn't prepared for our relationship to become a public spectacle so soon. My private life was on the verge of being picked apart by strangers and I felt powerless to stop it.

Noah's POV

Damn she looks beautiful like this. 

Eve stood gloriously nude on my balcony, back arched and hands splayed against the glass as I took her from behind. Her skin glowed ethereally in the dim light, a sheen of sweat glistening as our bodies moved in urgent rhythm. The sparkling expanse of the city sprawled below us, a sea of lights I knew concealed countless open windows. Our exhibitionist display for any wakeful onlookers to see, though propriety was the furthest thing from my mind.

It was late, or early, I don’t know what you would call it at one o'clock in the morning when you haven’t slept yet? 

We'd been tangled up in each other's arms since the moment we walked through the front door after a long day of shopping downtown. I've missed her far more than I ever expected. My exes always accused me of being too controlling and clingy, even needy they would say. But it's not possessiveness or insecurity - I simply didn't trust them. I should have listened to my gut instincts back then, realizing that if I feel the need to cling and control, she's no good for me. Too often I let my dick convince me to keep them around just for the sex, despite the headache and stress their presence caused me. But with her, everything just feels right.

Maybe it was the lack of commitment, she may have been my girlfriend-i guess that’s what you would call it-we fucked we talked every day, she called me babe. But not once was there ever I love yous or talk of moving in or talk of weddings, not even hints. It was like having a best friend I could occasionally get my dick wet with. The casual nature provided freedom but also left me yearning for more. I wanted fiery passion, not just fleeting thrills. I craved a partner who felt like home.

Her moans echoed across the hills, startling a dog that began barking in the distance. We smiled knowingly at one another, stifling giggles at having been overheard in our intimate moment. Undeterred, I drove onward, her hips rolling to meet each powerful plunge. The frenzied momentum built to a crescendo and finally, with a guttural groan, I reached my climax, spilling myself completely as her body milked every last drop. 

We stood there on the balcony, her naked body pressed against mine, for what felt like an eternity. The cool night breeze caressed our skin as I gently stroked her back, running my fingers slowly up and down the curve of her spine. Far below us, the city lights sparkled like a sea of stars, the occasional flash of red and blue piercing the darkness as police sirens wailed in the distance. But up here, high above it all, everything was tranquil. This was home. This was peace. My cock, now softened, slipped out of her as she pulled away and walked towards the edge of the pool. Without a moment's hesitation, she dove gracefully off the edge. The splash echoed through the quiet night as I sank down into the porch swing. The chains creaked under my weight as I rocked slowly back and forth. I watched her lithe form gliding through the inky water, her pale skin glowing ethereally in the moonlight. This was perfection. This was contentment. This was home.

She'd been upset since lunch, I could see it all over her face. But as soon as I had her home with me she perked right up. The moment we walked through the front door, her whole demeanor changed. The furrowed brow and downturned lips that had clouded her face all afternoon were replaced with a sparkle in her eyes.

Later in the evening we had reservations at the cool hibachi place downtown, walking into the restaurant everything was fine. But she seemed extra tense. Looking over her shoulder watching people's faces, I'd never seen her so paranoid. It was clear she was on edge about something, constantly scanning the room as if expecting an attack. Her usual carefree demeanor had vanished, replaced by jittery glances and rigid body language. Matt seemed anxious to talk to me all night, and finally when Eve ducked out to use the bathroom he pulled me in to show me what was bothering her. Some fan at the Mexican place had posted a photo of us at lunch, obviously throwing the internet into a frenzy of speculation about whether I was dating Eve or not. I read through the comments quickly, each more hurtful than the last. "If it was a date, Folio wouldn't have been there," one commented, cruelly dismissing Eve as not worth dating alone. "That's who he is dating? She looks nothing like I'd expect from him," another wrote, attacking Eve's looks and worthiness. More comments piled on, talking about how dreams were shattered and bashing Eve for every little perceived flaw. After reading a couple more, I couldn't stand to look anymore. Now Eve's strange behavior made sense - she must have seen the photo and comments, which had clearly cut her deeply. The nasty remarks had ruined what was supposed to be a fun night out, leaving Eve insecure and me furious that anyone would try to hurt her that way. I wanted nothing more than to comfort Eve and assure her none of those hateful words were true.

I started to worry about the upcoming week and how I wouldn’t just be states away from her, I would be continents, a whole time zone away. With Chris on tour through the U.S I felt like we were all abandoning her. Her vulnerability and dependence on me had grown over the last few months as she struggled with increasing anxiety and depression. I knew being so far away for over a week would be hard on her, even though she tried to downplay it. As the day of my trip grew closer, I couldn't stop the panicked thoughts from swirling through my mind about whether she would be okay without me.

"You're overthinking again," her voice broke me out of my trance-like thoughts. My eyes looked at her chin resting on her crossed arms as her legs floated out behind her. I could see the appeal sailors had for mermaids, especially if they looked like this. The moonlight glinted off her wet hair as she treaded water in the pool. Despite her lighthearted tone, I sensed a touch of neediness in her gaze.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Your eyes go wide when you're overthinking, baby," she said with a sad smile. I sighed, knowing she could read me all too well. As much as I wanted to be there for her, I couldn't pass up this tour. “Is it the tour, or is it the fans?”

"I'm sorry," it was all I could say as I stared into her eyes, filled with both understanding and hurt. I had never meant for this to happen. I watched helplessly as she shrugged her slender shoulders in resignation.

"It bothered me a little, but one fan post doesn't mean we’re outed," she replied softly. I knew she was trying to downplay it for my sake, but I could tell the constant spotlight on our relationship would take a toll.

My frustration boiled over as I thought of her boyfriend and fellow musician, Chris. He was just as famous, yet somehow avoided this kind of invasive speculation about his love life. I never saw headlines plastering his personal details across the internet for all to judge and comment on. It just wasn't fair.

I started to fume as I realized the steep price I was paying for my success. I had dreamed of fame and fortune my whole life, never fully grasping how it would impact those I loved most. Now here we stood: her identity and privacy stripped away, me helpless to stop it. 

All at once my anger came to a grinding halt, did she say we? I gave it a thought, pondering the idea that she was mine, obviously not entirely, but mine. The word "we" implies a togetherness, a uniting of two into one. 

I looked into her eyes, wanting desperately to believe her, to trust in the possibility of an "us". She gazed back steadily, affectionately, not recoiling from my anger but standing her ground. "Talk to me, baby," she cooed softly, and I couldn't help but smile, feeling the bitter tension in me unwinding. Her voice soothed me, as it always did, smoothing the jagged edges of my temper.

"So there is a we now?" I asked, still hesitant, keeping my heart protected. I needed to know if she was serious about this, serious about me.

"We, Us, whatever you want to call it," she replied without hesitation. She wasn't backing down or qualifying her words. She meant it.

"What do you call it?" I pressed her further, seeking reassurance.

"I call you my boyfriend," she stated plainly, simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And just like that, my doubts melted away. 

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

This is a very self-centred post, but as someone who had tickets to London, the fear of what could happen after what almost did in Vienna can't be underscored enough. Like, there were a few days there where I did consider cancelling my trip altogether -- one that I had gone to great lengths and expense to plan -- because it seemed like perhaps it would have been unwise. I know so many people were in the same situation. (Including my bestie who I went with.)

But what ultimately reassured me was knowing how seriously Taylor and her team take these issues, and that they wouldn't proceed unless they could absolutely guarantee they could do so safely, especially not after the last year they've had. I also understand that I had the privilege of knowing that London was probably one of the safest places in the world to be at that moment, not only because of how it operates in general but because the authorities would be on even higher alert and out in droves. (And like I said, I know that is extreme privilege, and not one people are afforded in other parts of the world. I do not take that lightly.) Which is not to say that it couldn't have happened, because the whole point is that it can happen anywhere at any time.

But if I, a no name nobody on a simple vacation had these fears in my head, I can't imagine how Taylor and by extension her team felt as the people responsible for this mass gathering at Wembley and in locations across the city (and in Vienna and in every other place she's toured this year). It had to have been overwhelming, and it's a testament to her own strength and experience as well as her team's that they found a way to do so safely and effectively. Never mind the fear they probably had for their own safety amongst it all. These are all human beings with feelings and with families they can't wait to get home to, with even bigger targets on their backs everywhere they go.

I'm so glad everything worked out, and that Taylor's managed to end the European leg with her head held high and the knowledge that she did everything she could to make it work. She did her job and did it well. Now she gets to decompress and process and recuperate for what's next.

[invisibleraven]

I'ma go with kissing on a plane. Let's go with rukebox.

"Why can't we take a tour bus like a normal band?" Luke asked as they waited to board their plane.

"Well for one we'd kill each other after a few days stuck in a bus," Alex answered.

"For two we're going to Europe," Julie added. "We can't drive to Europe."

"We could if we were the Muppets," Reggie pointed out, then shrunk when the rest of his bandmates glared at him. "Well we could."

"Look, we're doing a European tour," Julie said with a sigh, massaging her temples. "The label is being nice enough to pay for first class tickets there and back, so suck it up and let me enjoy this."

"Yes boss."

However as they boarded the plane, Luke looked paler and paler, going mindlessly to his seat, not really paying attention to Alex immediately settling in for a nap, Reggie exclaiming over all the free stuff, and Julie actually following along with the safety demonstration.

All Luke knew was that he was in a tiny metal tube, soaring thousands of feet in the air with no escape.

"Lu?"

He glanced over to see Reggie, looking concerned. "Y-yeah?' God his throat felt parched, he could barely get the words out.

"You okay babe?" Reggie leaned over, laying a hand on his forehead. "You don't look good."

"Turbulence."

"There hasn't been any turbulence."

"Mi vida...have you ever flown before?" Julie asked, easing his white knuckled grip from the arm of the seat.

Luke shook his head, whimpering as the plane shook for a moment. "We never had the money to fly anywhere, it was all road trips for me."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Reggie asked kindly, offering Luke a juice box so that he could keep his sugars up, because he honestly felt (and probably looked like) he was going to faint.

"Seems kinda lame, being a grown adult who's afraid of flying," Luke admitted.

"Lots of people are scared of flying," Julie stated. "My aunt hates it. But she's worse with boats."

Luke giggled at that, remembering the time the whole Molina family had taken them on a lake house vacation and Victoria screamed and shook during the five minute boat ride to the house.

"We're all scared of stupid stuff," Reggie assured him. "You know I hate thunderstorms, and Julie is petrified of mice."

"They have rabies!"

Luke giggled again, and Julie's ire melted at the sound. She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "You'll be okay."

"And if you're not, we're right here," Reggie assured him, planting his own kiss to Luke's mouth.

"No joining the mile high club," Alex intoned without opening his eyes.

"You're just jealous cuz Willie couldn't come with us," Luke replied.

"Be nice," Julie chided.

"Yes boss."

"How about we see what movies there are until we get the free nuts and hot towels?" Reggie suggested.

"You think we'll get champagne?" Luke asked.

"Not with us being underage," Julie replied.

"The drinking age is lower in Europe," Luke replied.

"Let's get through the first show first," Reggie replied. "Before Andi catches wind of your plans."

Luke whined playfully, but let himself settle back into his seat, finally able to enjoy the flight-even if he did demand kisses for every bout of turbulence they encountered.

Thankfully Julie and Reggie didn't mind, even if the flight was a fairly smooth one, they granted his every request, and Luke wondered exactly how much room there was in those bathrooms for the flight back.

[oceana-official]

OCEANA TO HALT GROUP ACTIVITIES TO FOCUS ON SOLOS !!

❪ 240303 ❫       /       published on march 03 , 2024

this definitely was a shocker to most of us!

on the first sunday of March, OCEANA's self founded label, ENCA LABELS, released through a statement that the group would be halting their activities (as a group) for the time being.

the group has been silent with no releases since the wrapping of the promotions for their album "midnight shadows" in October.

while their fans, pearls, had been eagerly waiting for a news of a comeback, they were surprised to hear about this news!

one fan stated on twitter,

@.ceaceana

we were waiting for the girls to comeback as a group but as usual, the jokes are on us. they really keep us on our toes don't they? 💀🤣

another showed their endless support!

@.elesbighrt

yea we were surprised at the news but that doesn't mean that we don't support the girls! I'm so excited to see what each one of them has in store for us!! can't wait!!!

The statement by the company also stated that the solos of the members would be released one by one and that member is the whole person behind their solo!

in simpler words, it means that behind each member's solo, its that members idea and they are the sole mastermind behind it!

while this news was being published, the oceana members seem to be on a well deserved break at the moment!

according to her instagram, sage seem to be back in her hometown and is also exploring the European countries!

Cordelia seem to be doing the same but in the US! she posted herself at the golden gate bridge a few days ago captioning it with just the American flag! according to her live she did on the 1st, she's going on a little US road trip with her best friend!

Blaire is the one that we know the least about. but a few locals had recently seen her at jeju with her parents just relaxing around the beach and cafe hopping!

Skye is on a true vacation! she's seen, both on her instagram and in real life in Japan for a few weeks! she was seen at the eras tour on all the Japan dates and even exchanged friendship bracelets with the other pearls/swifties! she even posted a picture of herself and taylor to her instagram!

and lastly, the maknae, naomi never seems to be less busy! a few fans saw her a fee days ago at the miumiu event where she's an ambassador! but to the fans that did meet her there, when asked if she was gonna take a break, she said that she is going home for a few weeks and is planning to travel with her family!

we love that the girls are enjoying their time on break!!

LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK !!

[ +102 , -20 ] honestly? good for the girls! when you think abt it, every artist has to shine in their own ways so slay oceana!!

[ +30 , -110 ] break? what did they even do for them to be on a break now

[ +202 , -27 ] I'm so happy for them 😭🫂

[ +50 , -6 ] I feel like this is the best time for them to take this decision

[ +2 , -101 ] they should disband at this point they've lost their originality

[ +12 , -30 ] they should die for what they did to my poor taehyun

oceana taglist ˒ @stealanity @riikiblr @skz-libby @happysmileybee

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[7-dreamers]

14 December 2022, Dreamcatcher To Take Long Vacation of One Month... "We'll be back after recharging ourselves"

The group Dreamcatcher is taking their end-of-year vacation.

According to a statement released on the 14th by Dreamcatcher Company, the team's agency, Dreamcatcher is planning to take a month-long vacation now that all official schedules of the year are over.

Dreamcatcher promoted relentlessly this year, and are hoping to take some time to recharge themselves with this vacation. The team's only non-Korean member, Handong, is planning to spend the New Year’s with her family in China.

This April, Dreamcatcher took home their first win in 1924 days since their debut with "MAISON", the title song of their 2nd studio album which opened the Apocalypse series. In October, they released their 7th mini album ‘Apocalypse: Follow us’, promoting an environmental message and furthering their position as K-Pop messengers.

Their career high was mirrored overseas as well. Their North American tour, coming 3 years after their previous one, reported a ticket sales rate of 92% across 8 US cities and Mexico City. Their tour of 5 European countries including Germany, the Netherlands and Poland boasted larger venues than their previous tour there, proving their growing standing.

In addition, in November, all members of Dreamcatcher decided to renew their contracts even before the expiration of their previous ones with Dreamcatcher Company. This news came as a most welcome gift to InSomnias all over the world. The group plans to continue their activities to repay the love shown by the fans.

After their end-of-year vacation, Dreamcatcher is set to continue diverse activities in many facets.

Source : MyDaily

[Reporter Oh Yoon-joo]

Translation by 7-Dreamers HojuneTL Please do not take translation without credit

[europeanmusicals]

Do you know of any Euro musical productions besides Rebecca going on in Jan-March 2023?

I'm trying to plan a vacation lol, anywhere in Europe would go

TIA!

Alright this isn't going to be a full list because I'm sure I can't find them all but I've done my best. I've decided to make this a list of all musicals in Europe for all of 2023, so that everyone might find this useful (that's code for I love making lists and got carried away).

Musicals in Europe in 2023

2022.12.10 Listed alphabetically by country and then by opening date. Countries listed below are Austria, England, France, Germany, Italy, The Netherlands, Russia, Spain, Switzerland. Click 'keep reading' to see the list.

Edit 2022.12.11: added some more musical in Austria, The Netherlands and Russia. Sources to websites where I found this information and where you can book tickets are now at the bottom of the list. Sorry they weren’t added originally, I made the original list at 1am.

Edit 2022.12.11: added performances at the open-air theatre in Tecklenburg, Germany.

Edit: 2022.12.12 added more shows for Switzerland, Netherlands, Germany, Ireland, Scotland, Wales and France.

Edit: 2022.12.15 i can’t keep up with all the asks telling me to add things to the list. please see this tag (european musicals in 2023) to see asks telling me about more shows, but i don’t have the time to keep sourcing and adding them to this list anymore.

Austria

Rebecca das Musical - Vienna, Raimund Theater September 9th 2022 - TBD Cast: Nienke Latten (Ich), Mark Seibet (Maxim de Winter), Willemijn Verkaik (Mrs Danvers), Boris Pfeifer (Jack Favell), Ana Milva Gomes (Mrs Van Hopper), James Park (Frank Crawly), Annemieke van Dam (Beatrice/Alt Mrs Danvrs), Aris Sas (Ben)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Disney) - Vienna, Ronacher November 10th 2022 - TBD Cast: Abla Alaoui (Esmerelda), David Jakobs (Quasimodo), Dominik Hees (Phoebus), Andreas Lichtenberger (Frollo), Mathias Schlung (Clopin)

My Fair Lady - Vienna, Volksoper December 14th 2022 - January 10th 2023 Cast: Juliette Khalil (Eliza Doolittle), Axel Herrig (Henry Higgins)

Catch Me if You Can - Linz, Landestheater Linz December 14th 2022 - June 3rd 2023

Anastasia - Linz, Landestheater Linz December 15th 2022 -

Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Vienna, Das Vindobona January 9th 2023 - January 29th 2023 Cast: Drew Sarich (Hedwig), Anna Mandrella (Yitzhak)

Lady in the Dark - Vienna, Volksoper January 26th 2023 - February 22nd 2023 Cast: TBD

Funny Girl - Baden, Stadttheater/Bühne Baden January 28th 2023 - March 25th 2023 Cast: Johanna Arrouas (Fanny Brice), Thomas Weissengruber (Nick Arnstein)

Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 - Linz, Landestheater Linz February 11th 2023 - June 17th 2023

Anatevka - Vienna, Volksoper February 23rd 2022 - March 31st 2023 Cast: TBD

Jesus Christ Superstar - Vienna, Raimund Theater March 31st 2023 - April 10th 2023 (Concert version) Cast: Drew Sarich (Jesus)

The Sound of Music - Vienna, Volksoper April 1st 2023 - May 1st 2023 Cast: TBD

Fun Home - Linz, Landestheater Linz April 13th 2023 - May 22nd 2023

Cabaret - Vienna, Volksoper May 5th 2023 - May 14th 2023 Cast: TBD

The Wizard of Oz (Arlen/Webber) - Vienna, Volksoper May 17th 2023 - June 25th 2023 Cast: TBD

Elisabeth das Musical - Vienna, Schloss Schönbrunn June 29th 2023 - July 1st 2023 (Open air concert) Maya Hakvoort (Elisabeth), Mark Seibert (Der Tod)

Cabaret - Baden, Stadttheater/Bühne Baden July 7th 2023 - August 25th 2023 Cast: Anna Mandrella (Sally Boweles), Drew Sarich (Emcee), René Rumpold (Herr Schultz), Maya Hakvoort (Fraulein Schneider), Alexander Donesh (Cliff), Iva Schell (Fraulein Kost), Jan Walter (Ernst Ludwig)

Dirty Dancing - Linz, Landestheater Linz July 11th 2023 - August 6th 2023

England (West End & UK Tours)

Les Misérables - London, Sondheim Theatre October 8th 1985 - TBD

The Phantom of the Opera - London, Her Majesty's Theatre October 9th 1986 - TBD

Mamma Mia! - London, Novello Theatre April 6th 1999 - September 30th 2023

The Lion King - London, Lyceum Theatre October 19th 1999 - TBD

Wicked - London, Apollo Victoria Theatre September 27th 2006 - TBD

Matilda - London, Cambridge Theatre October 25th 2011 - December 17th 2023

The Book of Mormon - London, Prince of Wales Theatre February 25th 2013 - March 18th 2023

Hamilton - London, Victoria Palace Theatre December 21st 2017 - September 30th 2023

Tina (The Tuna Turner Musical) - London, Aldwych April 17th 2018 - July 11th 2023

Six - London, Vaudeville Theatre January 17th 2019 - TBD

Only Fools and Horses: The Musical - London, Theatre Royal Haymarket February 9th 2019 - April 1st 2023

Mary Poppins - London, Prince Edward Theatre November 13th 2019 - January 8th 2023

& Juliet - London, Shaftesbury Theatre November 20th 2019 - March 25th 2023

Come From Away - London, Phoenix Theatre January 19th 2019 - January 7th 2023

Jersey Boys - London, Trafalgar Theatre July 18th 2021 - April 30th 2023

Pretty Woman - London, Savoy Theatre July 19th 2021 - April 2nd 2023

Frozen - London, Theatre Royal Drury Lane August 27th 2021 - March 26th 2023

Back to the Future - London, Adelphi Theatre September 13th 2021 - February 12th 2023

Get Up, Stand Up! The Bob Marley Musical - London, Lyric Theatre October 1st 2021 - January 8th 2023

Moulin Rouge! - London, Piccadilly Theatre November 12th 2021 - April 15th 2023

Cabaret - London, Kit Kat Club at the Playhouse Theatre November 15th 2021 - December 16th 2023

Heathers - London, The Other Palace Theatre November 25th 2021 - February 18th 2023

Bonnie and Clyde - London, Garrick Theatre March 4th 2022 - May 20th 2023

The Witches of Oz - London, The Vaults Theatre September 19th 2022 - January 14th 2023

Hex - London, Olivier Theatre November 26th 2022 - January 14th 2023

Newsies - London, Troubadour Wembley Park Theatre November 29th 2022 - April 16th 2023

Mandela - London, Young Vic November 29th 2022 - February 4th 2023

Bugsy Malone - London, Alexandra Palace December 3rd 2022 - January 15th 2023

The Rocky Horror Show - UK Tour January 3rd 2023 - September 2nd 2023

Fisherman's Friends - UK Tour January 31st 2023 - May 30th 2023

Jersey Boys - UK Tour January 10th 2023 - May 6th 2023

Sister Act - UK Tour January 11th 2023 - January 27th 2024

Blood Brothers - UK Tour January 17th 2023 - April 29th 2023

Dirty Dancing - Dominion Theatre January 18th 2023 - April 29th 2023

Sylvia - London, Old Vic January 27th 2023 - April 1st 2023

Oklahoma! - London, Wyndham's Theatre February 16th 2023 - September 2nd 2023

Bat out of Hell - London, Peacock Theatre February 17th 2023 - April 1st 2023

The Great British Bake Off Musical - London, Noel Coward Theatre February 25th 2023 - May 13th 2023

Guys and Dolls - London, Bridge Theatre February 27th 2023 - September 2nd 2023

Titanic the Musical - UK Tour March 16th 2023 - August 5th 2023

Ain't Too Proud - London, Prince Edward's Theatre March 31st 2023 - October 1st 2023

The Rocky Horror Show - London, Peacock Theatre May 3rd 2023 - June 10th 2023

Mrs Doubtfire - London, Shaftsbury Theatre May 12th 2023 - January 13th 2024

42nd Street - London, Sadler's Wells June 7th 2023 - July 2nd 2023

Crazy for You - London, Gillian Lynne Theatre June 24th 2023 - January 20th 2024

The Spongebob Musical - London, Queen Elizabeth Hall July 26th 2023 - August 27th 2023

The Drifter's Girl - UK Tour September 12th 2023 - January 13th 2024

France

The Producers / Les Producteurs - Paris, Theatre de Paris December 9th 2022 - April 2nd 2023

The Lion King / Le Roi Lion (Disney) - Paris, Théâtre Mogador December 13th 2022 - June 6th 2023

Cabaret - Paris, Lido2Paris - February 3rd 2023

Josephine Baker the Musical - Paris, Bobino Theatre - February 22nd 2023

Notre Dame de Paris - Paris, NODUS November 15th 2023 - December 3rd 2023

Germany

Tanz der Vampire - Stuttgart, Stage Palladium Theater October 5th 2021 - September 10th 2023 Cast: Filippo Strocchi (Graf von Krolock), Kristin Backes (Sarah), Vincent van Gorp (Afred), Jakub Wocial (Professor Abronsius), Oleg Krasovitskii (Chagal), Anja Bakus (Magda), Wolfgang Zarnack (Koukol), Andreas Nutzl (Herbert), Hanny Aden (Rebeca)

Aladdin (Disney) - Stuttgart, Stage Apollo Theater October 2021 - January 19th 2023 Cast: Gonzalo Campos López (Aladdin), Rita Sebah (Jasmin), Maximillian Man (Genie), Claus Dam (Sultan), Paolo Bianca (Jafar), Terry Alfaro (Iago)

Ku-Damm 56 das Musical - Berlin, Stage Theater des Westens October 2021 - February 19th 2023 Sandra Leitner (Monika), Pedro Reichert (Freddy), Katja Uhlig (Caterina Schollack), Patrik Cieslik (Joachim)

Mamma Mia - Hamburg, Stage Theater Neue Flora October 2021 - August 27th 2023 Cast: Sabine Mayer (Donna), Anna Thorén (alt Donna), Rose-Anne van Elswijk (Sophie), Jennifer van Brenk (Tanja), Franziska Lessing (Rosie), Sasche Oliver Bauer (Sam), Tetje Mierendorf (Bill), Detlef Leistenschneider (Harry)

Hamilton - Hamburg, Stage Operettenhaus October 2021 - September 30th 2023 Benet Monteiro (Alexander Hamilton), Diluckshan Jeyaratnam (alt Hamilton/Aaron Burr), Ivy Quainoo (Eliza Hamilton), Gino Emnes (Aaron Burr), Chasity Crisp (Angelixa Schuyler), Charles Simmons (George Washington), Daniel Dodd-Ellis (Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson), Redchild (Hercules Mulligan/James Maddison), Oliver Edward (John Laurens/Philip Hamilton), Mae Ann Jorolan (Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds), Jan Kersjes (King George)

Frozen/Die Eiskonigin (Disney) - Hamburg, Stage Theater an der Elbe October 2021 - December 23rd 2023 Cast: Sabrina Weckerlin (Elsa), Celena Pieper (Anna), Janneke Ivankova (alt Elsa), Willemijn Maandag (alt Anna), Owen Playfair (Kristoff), Bob van de Weijdeven (Hans), Elindo Avastia (Olaf)

The Lion King/Der Konig der Lowen (Disney) - Hamburg, Stage Theater im Hafen October 2021 - December 17th 2023 Cast: Hope Maine (Simba), Andrea del Solar (Nala), OJ Lunch (Mufasa), Bongiwe Happiness Malunga (Rafiki), Bernd Lambrecht (Scar), Joachim Benoit (Zazu), Tobias Korinth (Timon), S'Thembiso Keith Machiane (Pumbaa)

Moulin Rouge! - Cologne, Musical Dome Autumn 2022 - June 30th 2023

Tina (The Tina Turner Musical) - Stuttgart, Stage Apollo Theater March 7th 2023 - December 23rd 2023 Cast: Aisata Blackman (Tina Turner)

Romeo und Julia: Liebe ist Alles (Plate/Sommer) - Berlin, Stage Theater des Westens March 21st 2023 - June 30th 2023

Madagascar: A Musical Adventure - Tecklenburg, Freilichtspiele Tecklenburg May 14th 2023 - August 30th 2023

Musical Meets Pop / Pfingstgala -Tecklenburg, Freilichtspiele Tecklenburg May 29th 2023

Mozart! das Musical - Tecklenburg, Freilichtspiele Tecklenburg June 16th 2023 - August 27th 2023

Robin Hood das Musical - Fulda, Schlosstheater June 18th 2023 - August 27th 2023

Miami Nights - Tecklenburg, Freilichtspiele Tecklenburg July 21st 2023 - September 10th 2023

Tarzan (Disney) - Stuttgart, Stage Palladium Theater November 18th 2023 - June 30th 2024 Cast: TBD

Ireland

Six - UK and Ireland Tour, Belfast April 11th 2023 - April 15th 2023

Italy

Sister Act - Milan, Teatro Nazionale CheBanca December 2022 - January 8th 2023

The Netherlands

Aladdin - The Hague, Circustheater Scheveningen October 2021 - February 26th 2023 Cast: Jonathan Vroege (Aladdin), Stanley Burleson (Genie), Keoma Aidhen (Jasmine), Roberto de Groot (Jafar), Michel Sorbach (Sultan), Darren van der Lek (Iago)

Tina (The Tina Turner Musical) - Utrecht, Beatrix Theater October 2021 - February 18th 2023 Cast: Nyassa Alberta (Tina), Nurlaila Karim (alt Tina)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Netherlands Tour December 7th 2022 - March 5th 2023

The Prom - Royal Theater Carré January 20th 2023 - January 22nd 2023 Cast: Pia Douwes, Juliette van Tongeren

Les Misérables - Royal Theater Carré March 1st 2023 - March 19th 2023 Milan van Waardenburg (Jean Valjean), René van Kooten (alt Jeab Valjean), Freek Vartels (Javert), Yannick Plugers (Thénardier), Michael Muyderman (Marius), Channah Hewitt (Fantine), Vajén van den Bosch (Éponine), Ellen Pieters (Madame Thénardier), Mark Roy Luykx (Enjolras), Sem Gerritsma (Cosette)

Aida (Disney) - The Hague, Circustheater Scheveningen April 12th 2023 - June 30th 2023

Les Misérables - Royal Theater Carré July 5th 2023 - July 23rd 2023 Milan van Waardenburg (Jean Valjean), René van Kooten (alt Jeab Valjean), Freek Vartels (Javert), Yannick Plugers (Thénardier), Michael Muyderman (Marius), Channah Hewitt (Fantine), Vajén van den Bosch (Éponine), Ellen Pieters (Madame Thénardier), Mark Roy Luykx (Enjolras), Sem Gerritsma (Cosette) 

Six - Amsterdam, Delamar Theatre September 20th 2023 - October 1st 2023

Six - Rotterdam, Nieuwe Luxor Theater October 4th 2023 - October 8th 2023

Russia

Fear Nothing, I Am With You НИЧЕГО НЕ БОЙСЯ, Я С ТОБОЙ - Moscow, MDM Theatre 2022 - February 26th 2023

First Date - Moscow, MDM Theatre December 17th 2022 - January 28th 2023

Valentine’s Day - Moscow, MDM Theatre December 22nd 2022 - January 21st 2023

Demon Onegin мюзикл Демон Онегина - St Petersburg December 23rd 2022 - July 23rd 2023

Master and Margarita МАСТЕР И МАРГАРИТА - St Petersburg December 29th 2022 - July 16th 2023

Alice in Wonderland (Gleb Matveychuk) - St Petersburg, Большой зал театра музыкальной комедии January 2nd 2023 - January 4th 2023

Miracle-Yudo ЧУДО-ЮДО- St Petersburg January 4th 2023 - January 6th 2023

Hits From The Broadway And The Whole World - St Petersburg, Большой зал театра музыкальной комедии   January 5th 2023, January 19th 2023

The Count of Monte Cristo (Frank Wildhorn) - St Petersburg, Большой зал театра музыкальной комедии January 6th 2023 - January 8th 2023

Notre Dame de Paris + Romeo et Juliette - St Petersburg January 13th 2023

Can-Can - St Petersburg, Большой зал театра музыкальной комедии January 14th 2023 - January 15th 2023

Bely.Petersburg - St Petersburg, Большой зал театра музыкальной комедии January 17th 2023

Thieves’ Carnival - St Petersburg, Большой зал театра музыкальной комедии January 18th 2023

Peter I ПЁТР I (Frank Wildhorn) - St Petersburg, Большой зал театра музыкальной комедии January 20th 2023 - TBD

The Mousetrap - St Petersburg, Большой зал театра музыкальной комедии January 21st 2023

Queen of Spades Дама Пик - St Petersburg January 25th 2023 - January 26th 2023

Diamond Chariot Алмазная колесница - St Petersburg January 20th 2023 - April 9th 2023

Lolita Лолита - St Petersburg February 3rd 2023 - July 28th 2023

Seven Short Stories Семь новелл - St Petersburg February 11th 2023 - May 9th 2023

Rasputin РАСПУТИН - St Petersburg February 9th 2023 - May 6th 2023

Scotland

Six - UK and Ireland Tour, Edinburgh, Aberdeen, Glasgow May 2nd 2023 - May 13th 2023, August 29th 2023 - September 3rd 2023

Spain

Company - Madrid, UMusic Hotel Teatro Albéniz November 17th 2022 - February 14th 2023

The Lion King / El Rey León - Madrid, Teatro Lope de Vega December 2022 - March 31st 2023

Tina (The Tina Turner Musical) - Madrid, Teatro Coliseum December 2022 - January 8th 2023

Switzerland

Sister Act - Zurich, MAAG halle December 2022 - Feburary 23rd 2023

Lady Bess - St Gallen, Theatre St Gallen January 12th 2022 - April 26th 2023

Wustenblume - St Gallen, Theatre St Gallen May 23rd 2023 - June 10th 2023

Wales

Six - UK and Ireland Tour, Aberdeen August 8th 2023 - August 12th 2023

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[african-travel-n-tours]

How to Plan the Perfect Vacation in Zanzibar

A Tropical Paradise Awaits

Imagine yourself on a pristine beach, white sand warming your toes as crystal-clear turquoise water laps at the shore. Zanzibar, a Tanzanian archipelago off the coast of East Africa, is more than just a beautiful beach destination – it's a cultural melting pot steeped in history and brimming with adventure. Let's delve into 10 reasons why Zanzibar should be your next tropical escape:

1. Paradise Found: Pristine Beaches

Zanzibar boasts some of the most stunning beaches in the world. Imagine sinking your toes into soft, white sand and cooling off in the crystal-clear turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean. These idyllic beaches are perfect for sunbathing, swimming, snorkeling, and indulging in various water sports.

2. A Realm of Marine Beauty

Beyond the pristine beaches lies a thriving underwater world. Zanzibar offers exceptional snorkeling and diving opportunities, where vibrant coral reefs teeming with colorful fish come alive. Keep your eyes peeled for playful dolphins, majestic sea turtles, and a variety of exotic fish species.

3. A Tapestry of History and Culture

Stone Town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is Zanzibar's cultural heart. Wander through its narrow streets lined with historic buildings, a captivating blend of African, Arabic, Indian, and European influences. Explore the bustling markets, magnificent palaces, and ancient mosques, each whispering stories of Zanzibar's rich past.

4. Unveiling the Spice Island

Zanzibar has earned the nickname "Spice Island" for a reason. Embark on a fascinating spice tour and discover the island's fragrant treasures. Visit spice plantations, learn about the cultivation and processing of spices like cloves, cinnamon, vanilla, and nutmeg, and tantalize your senses with their unique aromas.

5. Encountering Unique Wildlife

Zanzibar offers more than just stunning beaches and historical wonders. Explore Jozani Chwaka Bay National Park, a haven for unique wildlife. Spot the rare red colobus monkey swinging through the trees, and keep your eyes peeled for a diverse array of bird species and other animals in their natural habitat.

6. Adventures on the Water

For the thrill-seeker, Zanzibar offers a variety of exciting water activities. Sail the turquoise waters on a traditional dhow, a wooden sailboat with billowing sails. If you're looking for an adrenaline rush, try kite surfing or windsurfing, harnessing the power of the wind. Deep-sea fishing enthusiasts can cast their lines and test their skills against the mighty denizens of the Indian Ocean.

7. A Culinary Journey

Zanzibar's cuisine is a delightful fusion of African, Arabic, Indian, and European influences. Indulge in fresh seafood dishes, savor the sweetness of tropical fruits, and tantalize your taste buds with the aromatic spices grown on the island. Sample traditional Zanzibari dishes like pilau rice, biryani, and flavorful seafood curries.

8. Rejuvenation and Wellness

After a day of exploration, pamper yourself at one of Zanzibar's luxurious resorts or spas. Indulge in rejuvenating treatments like massages, facials, and body wraps, allowing your mind and body to unwind in a tranquil setting. Yoga retreats and meditation sessions amidst serene natural surroundings provide the perfect opportunity to reconnect with yourself.

9. A Dazzling Array of Markets

Immerse yourself in the vibrant atmosphere of Zanzibar's bustling markets. Explore stalls overflowing with local crafts, colorful textiles, and unique souvenirs. Interact with friendly locals, practice your bargaining skills, and discover hidden treasures.

10. Breathtaking Sunsets

As the day draws to a close, witness the magic of a Zanzibar sunset. The sky explodes in a kaleidoscope of colors – fiery orange, vibrant pink, and deep purple – as the sun dips below the horizon over the Indian Ocean. This breathtaking spectacle is the perfect way to end a day in paradise.

Conclusion

Zanzibar offers something for every traveler – pristine beaches, vibrant culture, thrilling adventures, and delectable cuisine. Whether you seek relaxation on the beach, cultural immersion in Stone Town, or exhilarating water activities, Zanzibar promises an unforgettable experience. Start planning your tropical escape today and discover the magic that awaits you in this enchanting island paradise.

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Yes, Taylor's going to stunt with the meat-head real soon, as in sometime in the next 72 hours, the man is probably on his way to Australia right this second since he made his brother pre-record the next episode for their stupid podcast because according to the Daily Mail "exclusive" that Tree probably cooked up for him and his incompent PR agent, he's planning on being outside of the US until at least February 22nd. Time to prepare for Superbowl style bearding bullshit on steroids for the rest of the Australia leg of the tour 🙄🤮

The pre-recorded podcasts were already known before he made an absolute ass out of himself. Also, it is normal for football players to go on vacation after the season. So while he is certainly trying to tease that he is going in her direction, he could just as well be going to chill with friends. Other articles have said he will go to European shows. If he is going to Australia, why not just say it?

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The data is part of a report by FEDIAF (the European Pet Food Industry Federation), which includes international companies such as Mars, Inc.

5.1% is the annual growth in the number of families in Europe that keep pets, according to the latest FEDIAF report for 2023, part of which is Mars, Inc. The total number of households with four-legged friends is 91 million. This is 46% of families on the Old Continent, according to data from the European Federation. In the leading position in Bulgaria among pets are cats, which are 815,000, followed by dogs, which are 750,000.

Considering this information and at the height of summer, the experts at Mars, Inc. have prepared a list of some useful tips for the owners of four-legged friends who do not want to part with them during their summer vacation. The tips include all the most important things that carers need to think about before departure. Starting with choosing a suitable destination, to providing a balanced diet for pets to feel as comfortable as possible during new and unknown adventures for them.

5 Tips for Traveling with Pets from Mars, Inc.:

1. Destination: Before planning a holiday with your pet, it is important to research the destination - what is the climate like, are there enough activities to do with your pets, is there access to a vet nearby. For example, if you are headed to the sea, check in advance if there are any nearby beaches where pets can walk freely.

2. Transportation Check the conditions for traveling with animals on your chosen transport. Prepare the necessary medical documentation if necessary and make sure your four-legged friend's passport is in order. In case you will be traveling by car, make sure that the animal feels comfortable. If it has no experience being transported in a car, it is advisable to do a few sightseeing tours of the city so that the pet gets used to it before the trip.

3. Accommodation More and more hotels and guest houses are now accepting pets, but it is important to check their pet conditions, additional fees and possible restrictions to avoid unwanted inconveniences upon arrival.

4. Food It is possible that changing the familiar atmosphere can be stressful for pets. To avoid additional stress for your furry friend, be prepared with plenty of food and treats that your pet already knows and loves. Products such as Whiskas, Pedigree, Perfect Fit, Sheba, Dreamies, Cesar and other well-known brands from the Mars, Inc. portfolio. are perfect for the occasion. The wide selection of nutritious and environmentally-friendly packaged food produced from sustainable sources contains everything you need to keep your pets happy and healthy. Also, make sure you provide them with enough water in the summer heat. It is recommended that you also bring a portable pet bowl or bottle. To make sure your pet feels good and adapts to the new environment. Try to stick to the meal, walk, and rest schedule you're used to at home.

5. Have fun This is also the most important of all tips. Vacationing with pets is a perfect opportunity to create unforgettable memories and strengthen your bond with them even more. Knowing the temperament and moods of your pet, do not be afraid to improvise and get as many positive emotions and fun moments as possible from your joint adventures.