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It was 35 years ago today: the first recording of John Adamsโs groundbreaking opera Nixon in China, with a libretto by Alice Goodman, was released on Nonesuch. You can hear it again here.
The Grammy-winning recording of the pieceโโa milestone in American operatic historyโ (Boston Globe)โ performed by Orchestra of St. Lukeโs led by Edo de Waart and starring James Maddalena as Richard Nixon, "has an eloquence not since matched," says Los Angeles Timesโ Mark Swed.ย
The premiere performances of Nixon in China, directed by Peter Sellars with choreography by Mark Morris, took place at Houston Grand Opera and Brooklyn Academy of Music in 1987, and the Kennedy Center and Netherlands Opera in 1988.
#john adams#nixon in china#alice goodman#opera#contemporary classical music#otd#35 years ago#1988#orchestra of st. luke's#edo de waart#james maddalena#peter sellars#mark morris#houston grand opera#brooklyn academy of music#kennedy center#netherlands opera#nonesuch#nonesuch records
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Best of 2023 Reads: Poetry -
From sacred texts and opera librettos to contemporary and politically intimate free verse, here are a few of the works that stood out in 2023!
#bookworm#literature#book reviews#read read read#books#best of 2023#poetry#maggie nelson#eileen myles#natalie diaz#christopher soto#tyehimba jess#cathy park hong#alice goodman
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Here's a challenge for you. List as many Hatchetfield headcanons you have as you can WITHOUT mentioning Wilbur/CrossNamara
easy
alice and peter were friends when she went to hatchetfield high. the bullying wasn't as bad until she left (peter's freshman year i believe).
bill is secretly really annoyed that ted will flirt with literally anyone but him. he doesn't every mention it to anyone, but it's always frustrated him (sigh, i love bill/ted)
Richie stole Peter's pokemon cards in 2nd grade and that's how they became friends. Ruth came as a package deal with Richie and she had been obsessing over Pete even before that
linda and becky started out as really close friends in high school and when becky started dating tom linda was just really pissy about it and it started their streak of hating each other
man in a hurry holds the most world record in history. he's got a world record for his world records. and he did it all in record time
sheila youngs husband is in some way related to willabella muckwab
howard goodman is from hatchetfield
richie has a buster sword in his room
max used to be really into star wars and richie hated him so much for it that he tried to fight him in 4th grade and richie got the shit kicked out of him. max, who was neutral towards richie, now full on hated him. he also turned on peter and ruth at this time for simply being associated with richie
just some of the ones i could think of off the top of my head
#starkid#team starkid#hatchetfield#hatchetfield headcanon#richie lipschitz#peter spankoffski#ruth fleming#max jagerman#alice woodward#bill woodward#sheila young#howard goodman#president howard goodman#linda monroe#becky barnes#ted spankoffski
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Bad movie I have Grease 1978
#Grease#John Travolta#Olivia Newton-John#Stockard Channing#Jeff Conaway#Barry Pearl#Michael Tucci#Kelly Ward#Didi Conn#Jamie Donnelly#Dinah Manoff#Eve Arden#Frankie Avalon#Joan Blondell#Edd Byrnes#Sid Caesar#Alice Ghostley#Dody Goodman#Susan Buckner#Lorenzo Lamas#Fannie Flagg#Dick Patterson#Eddie Deezen#Darrell Zwerling#Ellen Travolta#Annette Charles#Dennis Stewart#Barbi Alison#Helena Andreyko#Jennifer Buchanan
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Finally the day came for Benjaminโs trip to Britechester. Henfordโs train station was empty, save for the theatre group and the Gale family who was there to bid him farewell.
Alice kissed her son goodbye, making sure he knew how to get from the station to Arabellaโs house. When he had repeated the address for the third time, she finally let go of his arm and he boarded the train.
Benjamin spent the two hour train ride looking out the window. They flew past the English countryside, the trees and moors becoming a blurred sea of green.
Night had already fallen when Benjamin finally arrived at Arabellaโs home on Mossy Lane.
He had barely finished knocking on the door to the big townhouse before it was opened by an excited Arabella, โwelcome dear boy! Come in, come in,โ she said, ushering him inside, โhelp him with his bag, Antoine.โ
โNo need, thank you though,โ Benjamin said, giving his hosts an appreciative smile.
After some catching up, Arabella showed him to the guest room, โwell then, the wash basin is there, Iโve put out some towels and a soap for you as well. Iโll go fetch some bed sheets. Itโs quite small, but I hope itโll do.โ
โYes, how dare you offer me such a cupboard of a room,โ Benjamin said and laughed when he saw Arabellaโs horrified face, โI jest, Ms. Goodman- sorry, should I say Mrs. Bradshaw?โ
โDonโt frighten me like that, child,โ Arabella chuckled, โand Ms. Goodman will do just fine, at least when youโre here.โ
After the two had said their goodnights, Benjamin quickly got ready for bed, giddy in anticipation for the morrow day.
Benjamin looked himself in the mirror. Heโd been given a thick winter coat, much like the ones heโd seen the wealthy landowners wear around Henford during the colder months.
Outside of the dressing room he could hear the muffled voices slowly getting louder as more people arrived. Martin had told the group to expect about a hundred people in the audience, the thought made Benjamin queasy. His anxieties were dampened however by the otherwise cheery mood in the room.
Benjamin was soon brought out of his thoughts by Kirstenโs voice, โcould you help me with my hair? The others are utterly useless in that regard.โ
โYes,โ he nodded and grabbed the hairbrush Kirsten held out, โI have sisters, so Iโve had plenty of practice.โ
He started brushing Kirstenโs hair, trying his best not to meet her piercing eyes staring at him in the mirror, โare you nervous?โ she asked after a while.
He finally looked up, โyes, a bit.โ
โI can tell,โ Kirsten said softly, โbut youโre very talented, Benjamin, youโll do great.โ
Benjamin blushed and said a small thank you, still carefully brushing the long, brown hair.
After what seemed like an eternity in the dressing room, Martin finally stood up, gathering the group around him, "itยดs time!" he excalimed.
Benjamin couldnยดt stop smiling, this was it.
#Gale Legacy#Gale 1890#Gale gen 1#the sims 4#ts4#ts4 legacy#ts4 historical#ts4 decades challenge#decades challange#historical sims#Benjamin Gale#Alice Gale#Eugene Gale#Magdalena Gale#Marion Gale#Adriana Gale#Kirsten Heard#Martin Heard#Arabella Goodman#Antoine Bradshaw
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Omg the modern excerpt was so cool. I love how you write Alicent whatโs exactly what I imagine her like Iโm a modern au. I love her and Myrah being besties. A modern fic about the Hightowers and Myrah would be so cool ๐คฉ
I love modern Alicent. It always makes me laugh when people say modern Alicent would be some sort of Uber conservative, woman for trump typeโฆ when literally all the problems/ideals hotd Alicent has stems from the situation sheโs in. If we are being real, modern Alicent would not even look in viserys direction but of course for the purpose of the kids showing up, we have that happen. At most sheโd be a slightly uppity, well off pta mom who fundraises. Anyway *off my Alicent soap box*
The family dynamic is very fun. Still dysfunctional but fun nonetheless. Actually give me like 30 minutes, and Iโll be back to this ask!
#Alicent adores myrah probably bc she has no friends like that ๐#all her friends are very โletโs grab lunch at bergdorf Goodmanโ types#itโs bordering mid life crisis but theyโre cute and Alicent has an affinity for helping out young women#the gallery gig myrah eventually gets is bc of Alicent#fcc asks
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#sorry jutuals no jb this year#feel like Iโm letting yโall down :(#Iโm in my Americana era atm#Spotify wrapped#Brandi carlile#Orville peck#Manchester orchestra#wolf alice#sg goodman
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Thanks for the tag @moorishflower; sorry it took me so long to find time to do it!
Last Song: The Grand Hotel by Regina Spektor
Currently Watching: Catching up on Tasting History, which is no surprise at all to anyone who knows me even a little.
Currently reading: The Regency Book of Drinks: Quaffs, Quips, Tipples, and Tales from Grosvenor Square by Amy Finley (Author), Niege Borges (Illustrator), which is not BAD, just not what I WANTED when I bought it. I thought it would be a book filled with real, actual historical recipes from Regency ballrooms and clubs like Almack's. Instead it is modern bar book (and a very good one for that, with a great introduction to individual spirits and cocktail hardware), and a bunch of pithy asides that directly reference the Bridgerton TV show without going far enough to get sued. It's fine, but disappointing.
I'm also reading Fangirl, Vol. 3: The Manga by Rainbow Rowell (author and adaption), Gabi Nam (Illustrator), which was adapted by the author of the YA novel herself, instead of the very enjoyable @sammaggs. We will see if I find it as compelling when I get further into it...
Current obsession: Historical documentaries by Lucy Worsley, Eleanor Janega, Alice Loxton, Ruth Goodman, etc... I am still on the kick that produced The Hob Adherent Sandman fanfic series, and it's leaked into my rewrite of Time and Tide (which I think has made the manuscript more grounded and historically interesting. But we'll see if my editor agrees when I hand it in at the end of the month.)
Tagging: @anotherwellkeptsecret, @once-upon-a-reblog, @carnelianmeluha, @ibrithir-was-here, @tickldpnk8
#tag meme#tasting history with max miller#regency cocktails#cling fast#hob adherent series#sandman#lucy worsley#eleanor janega#alice loxton#ruth goodman#j.m. frey#time and tide
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๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ธ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐๐น ๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ธ๐ฝ ๐ท๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ถ๐, ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ถ ๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐. ๐ก๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ต๐ต ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ธ๐ต ๐พ๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ธ๐๐น ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ถ๐๐๐น ๐ถ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ป๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ธ ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐จ๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐. ๐๐จ๐ก๐ง ๐๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐จ๐ง-๐๐จ๐ก๐ง ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ป๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐น๐ถ๐๐ธ๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐๐น ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐พ๐๐๐น ๐
๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ธ๐พ๐๐. ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐๐พ๐๐. โณ๐ ๐๐๐น๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐น ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐๐น ๐๐จ๐ก๐ง ๐๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐-๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฝ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ธ๐๐๐๐, ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ป ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐จ๐๐ค๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ท๐ท๐ ๐ท๐ถ๐น๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ธ๐๐๐๐. ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐
๐ถ๐๐๐๐น, ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐น๐๐๐ป๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐จ๐ง-๐๐จ๐ก๐ง, ๐๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ซ. ๐๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐๐๐น ๐ท๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐น ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐๐น ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ท๐พ๐ ๐๐ธ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐.
#Grease (1978)#Musical/Romance#Olivia Newton-John โ๏ธ#Jeff Conaway โ๏ธ#Annette Charles โ๏ธ#Dennis Stewart โ๏ธ#Edd Byrnes โ๏ธ#Alice Ghostley โ๏ธ#Eve Arden โ๏ธ#Dody Goodman โ๏ธ#Sid Caesar โ๏ธ#John Travolta#Stockard Channing#Didi Conn#Dinah Manoff#Kelly Ward#Barry Pearl#Michael Tucci#Jamie Donnelly#Lorenzo Lamas#Eddie Deezen#Frankie Avalon#Susan Buckner#Johnny Contardo
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#The Gang's All Here#Alice Faye#Carmen Miranda#Phil Baker#Benny Goodman and His Orchestra#Eugene Pallette#Charlotte Greenwood#Edward Everett Horton#James Ellison#Sheila Ryan#Tony DeMarco#Busby Berkeley#1943
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was tthinking abt alan and barry, as usual, when the very loud thought of "hey if alan accidentally killed someone do you think barry would help him hide the body?" crossed my mind and now I kind of need a fic like that
#realistically he'd call saul (goodman. bettercall) but let's play along for a hot sec and say yeah.#wouldn't that be fun lmao. idk if this is before or while married to alice but both scenarios bring cool possibilities#tani's personal shit#AnyWay gnight
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tmagp 11 relisten notes!
celia:
- fell asleep in a random place/teleported to a random place while sleeping! (potentially related to how she universe hopped? or correlation to how sje used to see a fire ghost?)
- mentions a guy named jack who shes meeting! this could be a new character OR we're tying in tmagp universe jack barnabas, since lynne hammond (celia in tma universe pre-s5) saw what is thought to be agnes' ghost.
alice:
- sense of being followed and watched in london -> dont think this is related to mr bonzo, i think its directly caused from visiting the ruins either as psychological hallucinations or the unknown entity is actually following her
- dreamt about the ruins
- got celia a mocha but intentionally did not get gwen anything.
sam:
- doesnt mention the same symptoms as alice, i wonder if hes too used to the feeling or if his previous time in the institute changed his reaction to it
- still wants further insight into connecting incidents, rip ceaseless watcher you wouldve loved this special little boy
- knows the mocha isnt for gwen but still gives it to her, interesting especially knowing he likes celia
gwen:
- wants celia to excuse her absence, calls them subordinates
- implies she can keep them from leaving if the work load isnt complete (100% confident she cant do that)
- seems to be overcompensating for her lack of real control in this position by exercising authority over her coworkers (oh s1 jon, how i didn't miss you)
lena:
- unfazed by gwen or mr bonzo
- "did you scream? you should... and they usually like it" implying this universe does somewhat operate under the basis of the fears, similar to needles need for fear validation
- says gwen has the ability/context to work out who the hit was on, and to refer to the incidents to confirm the hit went right.
- "why comes later. process the what"
glitches/lies:
- "ill have the cinnamon swirl" sam
- "its nothing" alice
- "what have i told you about thinking?"/ "dont?" [glitch after 'dont'] sam
- "there was an emergency at home" celia
- "my radiator sprung a leak and flooded the lounge" celia
incident:
- gordon "gordy" -> gordon "gordy" goodman appears in mag84, different to "gordon j" in this incident. i dont think its another universe hop/duplicate
- excavation of cemetery and graves, ordered by the uk government
- old fears/elements involved: the end, the buried, the vast
- potential alchemy connections: salt, sea, death, tattoo symbolizing water/ship/being followed
- ink5oul is back! we've established they have a connection to salt through alchemy symbols in their online presence, may tie into the sea and preservation of dead bodies.
- david, the man working on the body, died. definitely not a coincidence
tattoo description:
- ship, sailing across open sea to the horizon. the sun is low, a shape in the water behind the ship chasing them
new names, mentioned by ink5oul:
- tattoo is by an artist named oscar jared
- sutherland mcdonald
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Review: "Nixon in China" libretto by Alice Goodman -
Goodman's libretto more than earns its reputation for one of the best compositions in opera. Savvy, ironic, and contemporary, the stage may emanate the 1970s, but the incompetence of the American ideology to match what it encounters rings, of course, too truly.
#bookworm#literature#book reviews#read read read#books#opera#nixon in china#alice goodman#libretto#Youtube
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Hello Twisted Wonderland community. I have no clue if any of you enjoy Starkid, but this is for the small group of you who do, I humbly present this:
Twisted Wonderland Characters as Hatchetfield Characters
This is for the three main musicals (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, Black Friday, Nerdy Prudes Must Die). I thought about doing Nightmare Time as well, but there's so many extra characters that I really didn't wanna bother lol. I'm gonna do this like they do it for the musicals, so some of the characters will have multiple roles. However, I might do some recasting depending on the musical, so they might not be consistent throughout the three.
The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals:
Paul Matthews: Idia Shroud
Bill Woodward: Trey Clover
Ted Spankoffski/Homeless Guy: Ace Trappola
Emma Perkins: Jamil Viper
Prof Hidgens: Lilia Vanrouge
Charlotte/Nora/Deb: Vil Schoenheit
Greenpeace Girl/Alice/Zoe: Cater Diamond
Sam Sweetly/Mr. Davidson/General MacNamara: Floyd Leech
Black Friday:
Tom Houston: Trey Clover
Becky Barnes: Cater Diamond
Lex Foster: Ace Trappola
Ethan Green/Chris Kringle: Deuce Spade
Hannah Foster/Tim Houston: Ortho Shroud
Uncle Wiley: Lilia Vanrouge
Wiggly/Gary Goldstein: Floyd Leech
Linda Monroe: Vil Schoenheit
Sherman Young: Idia Shroud
General MacNamara: Sebek Zigvolt
Frank Pricley: Azul Ashengrotto
President Howard Goodman: Rook Hunt
Nerdy Prudes Must Die:
Peter Spankoffski: Trey Clover
Stephanie Lauter: Cater Diamond
Richard Lipschitz/Wiggly: Idia Shroud
Ruth Flemming/Blinky: Kalim Al-Asim
Max Jagerman: Floyd Leech
Grace Chastity: Sebek Zigvolt
Karen Chastity/Miss Tessburger/Nibbly/Stacey: Lilia Vanrouge
Solomon Lauter/Pokey/Jason: Jack Howl
Mark Chastity/Officer Bailey/Tinky: Rook Hunt
Detective Shapiro/Brenda: Jamil Viper
Some of these are stretches at best, but I tried. Most of these are serious attempts at casting, but a couple are just because I thought they would be silly. And, again, shoutout to the three Twst fans who also like Starkid; this is for y'all.
#twisted wonderland#twst#trey clover#cater diamond#ace trappola#deuce spade#jack howl#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#kalim al asim#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#idia shroud#ortho shroud#lilia vanrouge#sebek zigvolt#starkid#hatchetfield#the guy who didn't like musicals#tgwdlm#black friday#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#paul matthews#emma perkins#bill woodward#ted spankoffski#charlotte tgwdlm#henry hidgens
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Vampire Waltz - ch 14
Max Phillips x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
A mysterious inheritance, sprawling mansion, eccentric roommates, friendly bat, and coven of New England witches are the newest chapter of your life after being unceremoniously dumped and kicked out by your boyfriend. For Max, the biggest change in his life is you, and what exactly he's going to do about the fact that he is stuck living with you as long as his sire continues to punish him for that incident at his last office...
Rating: Mature, but this blog is always 18+! Word Count:ย 9.4k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: deceased parents, cursing, food, blood and blood drinking, depictions and references to abusive relationships. Anxiety and trauma responses. Self-worth issues.* Cute and cocky Max, the triumphant return of Cutie the Bat, so much fluff, dancing as foreplay, discussions of sex. Summary: An unexpected invitation yields surprising revelations, and Max has some help in planning a night that neither of you will ever forget. Notes: This week enjoy a colorized photo of Cornelius Vanderbilt II and wife Alice's palatial primary residence at 5th and 57th in Manhattan. Sold in the late 1920s, the mansion was later demolished and the current Bergdorf Goodman's location built in its place. At the end of the chapter I've added in a black and white photo of the house's ballroom, which makes a special appearance in this chapter!
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11 ~ Ch 12 ~ Ch 13
The entirety of the journey traveling from Newport to the Vanderbiltโs house on Fifth Avenue is far more tiring than you had anticipated, and when you walk in the front door of the grand mansion โ with its palatial fireplace that you have only seen in photos from the Metropolitan Museum of Art โ it suddenly makes a lot more sense why people talk about travel being such an undertaking in the past. You are, in point of fact, exhausted. And dirty, which is unexpected. The kicked up dust and dirt from train terminals, unpaved roads, and all manner of other frustrations has your wishing for a bath.
That will have to wait, though, as almost the moment you walk through the door Mrs. Vanderbilt is by your elbow with an envelope. โThis arrived for you this morning, dear,โ Alice tells you with an impressed smile. โIt seems you have been summoned.โ The look of confusion on your face must be particularly lustily unintelligent because Alice Vanderbiltโs smile softens into something maternal. โMrs. William Astor has asked you to tea, I suspect. You must have made quite an impression on her at the Brownโs ball.โ
โOh!โ The imposing woman in her fifties had made quite the impression on you, as well, and you carefully open the envelope that Alice has pressed into your hand. It is exactly as Alice predicted, and you look up at the grandfather clock in the hall. โJust a few hoursโฆโ you murmur, looking over at Max, Annie and Emmanuel with concern pursing your expression. โItโฆseems to only be addressed to me?โ
โBecause the invitation is just for you.โ Alice hums, as if the answer is obvious. โDo not be alarmed, most often highly statured ladies like Mrs. Astor prefer their socializing in smaller circles.โ She leans in and lowers her voice. โLess gossip that way.โ
โI will do my best not to embarrass any of you with poor manners.โ Itโs an honor, in this time and this place. You know that. But that doesnโt mean youโre not seriously nervous.
โAfter watching you charm a ballroom, I would never dream of such a thing.โ Alice waves away your concern. โCome. You must be exhausted by your journey. I will have some tea and refreshments sent to your rooms.โ
While Annie and Emmanuel are shown to separate rooms on opposite ends of the long second-floor hallway, you and Max are let into a green-and-white decorated guest room on the third floor that sports one slightly larger bed. The footman who showed you the way leaves you with a bow and closes the door to give you privacy, leaving you standing with Max in the middle of the luxurious room.
โSwanky.โ Max hums as he looks around the room. โI have to admit, thereโs something missing in modern decor. Itโs just not asโฆelegant.โ
โI like that we have the whole newlyweds thing going for us,โ you admit, looking around the room while you lean into his side. โThey just assume we want to be close to each other. And theyโre right.โ
Max smiles smugly. โOf course you want to stay close to me.โ He brags, winking at you playfully. โYou want my body.โ
โIf youโre going to be cocky about it, Iโm not going to tell you what Iโve been thinking.โ Raising one eyebrow at him, you dearly wish you were in comfortable jeans and a sweater so you could just plop down on the mattress and stretch out. The traveling dress you have on definitely wonโt permit that.
He eyes you wickedly and bites his lip. โYeah?โ He hums. โYou donโt want to tell me that youโve imagined me under that dress of yours? Tongue at work while you pretend to be prim and proper?โ
โIโve been imagining more than that.โ It seems like every step you take with him only spurs you onto the next a little faster. Knowing that his tendency toward caretaking with you isnโt just a show or just to get in your pants means more than you can really say. Max loves you, fully and without ulterior motive. And you love him the same.
โOh yeah?โ He snags your waist, pulling you close and grinning as he pulls the bow around your waist loose. Heโs teasing you, but he also knows you must be desperate to get out of your dress.
โMaybe.โ Flustered and dreamy-eyed, you put your arms around his neck and let him hold you as close as he wants. โAre you really gonna get me all riled up before I have to go have tea with the Mrs. Astor?โ
โWhy donโt I relax you before you have tea with the Mrs. Astor?โ He poses. โMake you cum while you clean up.โ
โA very dirty way of getting clean.โ You hum, tipping your head back to silently ask for a kiss. โAnd maybeโฆa preview to tonight?โ
โMy wife is greedy.โ Max boasts happily. โWanting to sleep with a tongue inside her.โ
โI was thinking maybeโฆโ You canโt help it, biting your lip to keep the grin blossoming across your face from getting too big. โOf a different part of youโฆโ
โFingers?โ Max lifts a brow at you and grins when you shake your head. โToe? Iโve never tried that before, to be honest.โ
"I'm ready." You tell him, warmth in your cheeks and in your smile. "If you are."
โAre you sure?โ Max asks seriously, reaching up and brushing his fingers over your pulse. โI donโt want you to rush because you think Iโm impatient.โ
"I'm sure." His sweetness is part of the reason, but you know he would deflect if you said so. "I love you, and I want to celebrate that."
โIt will be good.โ He promises sincerely. โLike youโve never experienced before.โ
โIf itโs good then it definitely will be like Iโve never experienced before,โ you joke, rolling your eyes in exaggeration to make him laugh. โHonestly love, please donโt feel any pressure. I justโฆI want to share this with you. Thatโs all.โ
โIโve felt plenty of pressure.โ Max jokes, smirking at his innuendo. โBut if youโre ready, the perfect place to make love to my wife for the first time, would be in the bed at the Vanderbiltโs mansion.โ
โTime travel bragging right.โ Every time he gets so proud to call you his wife it gives you a little shiver and you grin.
โAnd itโs not like we are breaking into a museum to do it.โ He chuckles and turns you around to start unbuttoning the back of your traveling dress. โIt will be quite the โfeather in your capโ as your grandfather likes to say.โ
โAnd weโre even in the time where people actually wear feathers in their caps.โ His nimble fingers are quick to undo the outer layer of your dress, pulling away the top to let you stretch a little more easily in just your corset cover and corset above what seems like miles of petticoats. Without those big sleeves itโs a lot easier to move.
Max snickers. โIโm just grateful we didnโt come to a time where wearing tights was fashionable.โ He jokes.
โWhy not?โ You smirk at him over your shoulder. โYouโve got great legs.โ
โYeah, but it would leave nothing to the imagination, package wise.โ He snorts.
โThose big โol pantaloons they wore over the tights would.โ It reminds you of a Shakespeare show you saw once, and the idea of Max back in that time scraping out thees and thous makes you giggle. โMaybe Iโll get the hang of this time traveling stuff and weโll be time tourists. Who knows?โ
He hums, knowing that you both can be time travelers in your own time as well, watching history unfold as you both remain ageless.
Max helps you out of your skirt, letting you shed all those extra pounds of beading and embroidery for a little while before you have to put on something suitable for Mrs. Astor. You have very little idea of what Renรฉe packed but youโll manage, just enjoying the freedom of lighter layers for now. Petticoats and a bustle donโt weigh too much, youโve been surprised to find.
โBetter?โ Max loves the sight of you in the undergarments of the time, honestly playing into the time period movies that he had watched when he was younger. Sometimes hoping to get laid, but that one โ Pride and Prejudice โ that was just a guilty pleasure.
โItโs so hard to move in the full dresses.โ Which is why youโre wiggling happily and stretching everywhere now that you have a little freedom. โAt least we didnโt come back to the age of six-foot crinolines. You wouldnโt be able to get near me at all.โ
โI donโt know what that is, but a crinoline sounds horrible.โ He gives you a mock look of horror. โDonโt sent us there.โ
โI promise.โ He gets the giggle out of you that he was hoping for, and you turn to lean against him because you still have the bustle underneath your petticoats tied in place so you canโt just back up into his arms.
โHow come the history books never talk about how dirty traveling is?โ Max snorts, knowing that both of you need a bath.
โBecause no one wants to read about horse shit and dust everywhere.โ You laugh along with him. โI wish I had time for a bath but apparently travel by horse-drawn carriage takes foreeeeever.โ
โYou want to get clean, baby doll?โ Max smirks. โI can clean you up real quick.โ
โSpeed bath?โ You raise one eyebrow at him.
He chuckles. โPerks of moving fast, sweetums.โ He had overheard the nickname on the dining car last night and had fallen in love with it, to tease you with, of course.
When you roll your eyes itโs entirely joking, but you cross your arms appraisingly and smirk. โAlright. Go for it.โ
โDone, baby doll.โ He snaps his fingers as if he were a magician, drawing your eyes away from the trick before he begins to move quickly.
When he wants to be, Max is a whirlwind. Before you know it your petticoats are strewn around the room and your corset seems to disappear in a flash, along with your chemise and stockings, all while you barely feel him touch you. The tornado of movement carries you so easily to the bathroom and within minutes youโre scrubbed clean and dry again.
When he stops moving, itโs obvious that Max has also cleaned up while taking care of your quick wash. Grinning and not even breathless as he eyes you. โBelieve me now?โ
โBaby,โ you smirk, the expression rolling over your features with glee. โI never doubted you. I just wanted to see you show off.โ
โGood.โ He winks at you and shrugs. โNow you are all clean and can enjoy your visit with Mrs. Astor.โ
โWish me luck?โ Walking over to the set of buttons built into the carved wood detailing of the guest room, you press the one marked to connect to you maid and sigh. You are definitely going to need Reneeโs help picking out a dress.
โOf course.โ Max snaps his fingers again. โI could come with you.โ He offers with a coy grin.
โI donโt think the Mrs. Astor would take kindly to a bat in her house.โ Though you grin broadly at the idea.
โI would make a fashionable hat accessory.โ He huffs, miffed that you might deny him the opportunity.
โIf you think you can hold still for an entire tea visit, Iโll take you with me.โ Itโs sweet of him to want to come with you, though you know itโs also because heโs an incorrigible gossip.
He tuts because he knows youโve got him there. Thereโs no way he wouldnโt ruffle his wings or trill at you in his bat form. โShe might like bats.โ He grumbles.
โShe might.โ When he pouts you canโt help but kiss him, and your hand on his chest feels the thrilling thud of a single heartbeat as your lips brush his. โAnd if she does, Iโll bring you next time. If there ever is a next time.โ
โOoookaaaaayyy.โ He rolls his eyes, playing up the pouring before he shrugs. โTea sucks anyway. Kind of like me.โ He jokes, waggling his brows. โGet it?โ
โHar har har.โ The exaggerated laughing noise makes both of you bust out into giggles just before a knock sounds at the door and Renee enters.
โYou rang, Maโam?โ She asks politely, stock still in her own immaculate uniform. No doubt she had already cleaned herself up from the trip.
โI was hoping you might have packed a nice tea dress for the trip, Renee.โ Standing in your chemise and robe in the middle of the room is more than a touch unconventional, but so are you. โIโve had an invitation from Mrs. Astor.โ
โOhhhhhh.โ Her eyes widen slightly and she nods eagerly. โI have a beautiful teal tea dress that would be perfect.โ She insists.
โWell,โ you flash both of them a smile, with Renee zipping right past you to the closet where your and Maxโs clothes have been stored. โHere goes nothing.โ
******
More than an hour later, after all the fuss of redressing, restyling, saying your polite โgood afternoonโs to the Vanderbilts, and being bundled in and out of a carriage all on your own to take you a mere twenty minute carriage ride from number 1 West 57th Street to 350 Fifth Avenue. The house is even grander than the old photo on the damn Wikipedia page youโd seen ages ago, and you swallow thickly as you walk up to the door and ring the bell. Somehow youโre just certain Mrs. Astorโs butler will be the most intimidating possible version of that career choice.
Instead of the butler answering the door, Mrs. Astor herself is the one that pulls the door open. She had been sent word that you had accepted her invitation and had been looking out for your carriage to arrive. โMrs. Phillips!โ She beams as she opens the door wider and steps back. โI am so pleased you decided to accept my invitation.โ
โIt was very kind of you to ask me.โ Astonished to find the woman herself standing in the front hall of her house, you falter and damn near curtsy as a footman appears to whisk your gloves and reticule away. The small hat perched on your head โ not adorned with a particular bat โ stays firmly in place.
โWhen Alice Vanderbilt told me you were going to be in town, I knew I had to have you to tea.โ She slides her arm through yours and notices you craning your neck around to look at the interior. โYou and Mr. Phillips will be building homes, correct? Let me give you a tour? We have so many modern conveniences.โ
โWe havenโt decided where to build yet.โ Polite conversation seems the way to go, as Mrs. Astor escorts you around the first floor of the fashionable and enormous brownstone they call home. โWe may make our home in Newport year round.โ
โI would love to have a permanent home.โ She admits easily. โPacking up everything I need from one home to another is so tiring at times.โ
โBut the summers are not always pleasant here, and winters can be isolating in Newport.โ She leads you through the hall to a stunning sitting room and itโs really all you can do not to stare the way you did your very first day at your home in Newport. โThere must be some advantages for being able to travel where the weather is nicest?โ
โOf course there are. I know that I am very fortunate to be able to escape the intolerant weather.โ She knows that she is privileged and is thankful for her childrenโs sake. โI would love a frolicking bath in the gardens. Or a pool, but William says that itโs too much effort.โ
โMax doesnโt particularly care for the beach. I think he would probably love a pool instead.โ Although, the thought of him indignantly turning into a bat just to be out in the sunshine to see you in a swimsuit almost makes you giggle.
โThen perhaps you will have an indoor pool?โ She suggests. โYou can swim no matter the weather outside.โ
โPerhaps.โ She seems delighted for you at the prospect so you smile. โAnd if we did, you would certainly be welcome to visit.โ
โI would be visiting often.โ She admits with a grin as she guides you back towards the parlor where the tea is being laid by one of the footmen.
If you had any intention of staying in this time, it would be an immense compliment. But as it is, you have to take the fact as what it is โ if you get stuck here, then Lina Astor is a valuable ally to have. โYou will be most welcome, pool or otherwise.โ
โYou are kind. And that is a refreshing thing to find.โ She hums, smiling as she settles you both down on the sofa. โVery refreshing indeed.โ
โIt was an honor to receive your invitation.โ It is, and youโre aware of that, but youโre still wondering why she invited you here other than the fact that youโre staying with the Browns. Itโs not as though she knows youโre their granddaughter.
โThen I am happy you accepted.โ The footman has disappeared, and Mrs. Astor leans forward to pick up the teapot. โIt is not often I find other kindred spirits in my circle.โ
โIโIโm sorry?โ The comment takes you off guard, and you feel a little like a deer in headlights at the moment.
Her smile turns slightly coy and she tilts her head. โI donโt think that Iโm mistaken.โ She tells you conversationally. โAnother time traveling witch?โ
The mistake you made was reaching for the teacup that the footman had set beside you before leaving the room at exactly the moment Mrs. Astor said the words โtime travelingโ. Your hand clatters past the cup and saucer, nearly upending the small table beside you as your eyes grow as wide as dinner plates. โEโexcuseโโ Oh, Max is going to be so mad he isnโt here for this. โHow could you possiblyโ?โ
โKnow that you arenโt from this time?โ She muses and sets down the tea set to tap her brows. โYou must have just waxed your brows before you travelled back.โ Her eyes are flashing with intrigue. โWhat year had you left?โ
"Iโ" It automatically makes you hide your hands, like she could somehow know that you had just taken off your nail polish the day before. "Um...2023..." you murmur, feeling very oddly like you've been caught by the Time Travel Police or something equally insane.
โOhhhhhh.โ She smiles excitedly and leans in. โTell me about it, please?โ Thereโs a plea in her voice that is barely noticeable under the excitement.
You donโt even know where to begin, swallowing hard and realizing that the conversation might not make any sense โ in an insane sort of way โ without context. "When...when have you, um...traveled to?" This time you manage to get the teacup firmly into your hands, but you're sure they must be shaking violently as you can't tear your eyes off the prim and proper madam of New York society.
โI think you misunderstand.โ Lina shakes her head and reasons that itโs not a logical conclusion. โI was born in 1965. This is the time I travelled to.โ
"What?" When you almost drop the delicate teacup all over again, you just shove it back onto the table.
โI would never have believed it myself.โ She admits easily, continuing to talk. โHowever, how do you deny yourself in photographs from decades before you were born?โ She asks. โI know some might think there a doppelgรคngers, historical figures that look like other people in different times, but I believe, like me, they are witches who have travelled to their proper times.โ
"Does that mean...that once we travel...that we're stuck?" You ask, eyes widening impossibly yet again. "We go back to our proper time and stay there?" The possibility hadn't occurred to you, but it seems alarmingly real to hear her talk about it.
โPerhaps that it the wrong wording.โ Mrs. Astor concedes. โBecause I could have chosen to go back, but why would I when my soulmate was in this time?โ
"I suppose that would account for the decision." The way your mind seems to be scrambled is the only thing that makes perfect sense at the moment, but shaking your head doesn't seem to set any of your thoughts straight at all โ except one. "So there is a way to go back, then?"
She frowns slightly, tilting her head. โYou mean you didnโt come here on purpose?โ She asks softly, trying to understand why you would travel through time if not for a reason.
"It was an accident," you admit, feeling all the more amateurish for it. "I was trying to cast a protection spell and it...sort of imploded around me. Instead of banishing the person from where my soulmate and I were, it brought him here with us."
โOh my.โ Her eyes widen slightly and she knows there must be more to the story. โHopefully, that person is no longer a bother to you and your soulmate?โ
"No." A fact which has brought you no small amount of relief. "No. He certainly is not." This might be the most insane situation out of all of the insane situations you've ever found yourself in, and you lean forward in your seat unconsciously. "So..if you were born in 1965...do you mind if I ask where you were born? I'm endlessly curious now."
She grins and leans in. โCalifornia.โ
"This is just...absolutely insane." The shake of your head still doesn't align your thoughts, but at least this time when you laugh in disbelief you don't feel foolish for it. "And you just...saw yourself in a history book?"
โImagine my surprise.โ She snorts and shakes her head. โBut I just knew that it was me.โ
"And I thought my story was crazy," you huff, exhaling like it's the biggest relief of your life.
โBelieve me, thereโs few who know my story.โ Lina laughs, reaching over and covering your hand with your own. โHow do you explain a colored rose tattoo on your pelvic bone to a man who has never even thought of a tattoo?โ
โOh my god.โ Barely managing not to snort when you burst out into giggles, you cover your mouth and manage to recompose yourself. โThatโฆthat would not be easy,โ you admit readily. โAlthough I guess at least itโs somewhere easily hidden.โ
โYes. William has accepted that I am from a different time, but my maid believes it is a strange birthmark.โ She snickers.
โThat is a remarkably detailed birthmark, Mrs. Astor,โ you snicker softly, shaking your head. โMine is essentially a blob.โ
โJust so.โ She agrees. โHow are you acquainted with Mr. and Mrs. Brown, really?โ
โI suppose itโs a moot point, to ask you to keep my secrets when youโve already shared yours. Weโre in this together.โ And what a fucking weird person to even say that to, you think with an internal huff. โThey are my grandparents. But only Mr. Brown knows who I really am.โ
โGrandparentsโฆhow delightful.โ She hums as she picks up your cup of tea and hands it back to you. โI expect that itโs easily possible because of your vampiric bloodline, your mother waited to give birth to you?โ
โI should not be surprised that you know so much, I suppose?โ Itโs astonishing to you, but maybe it shouldnโt be. Doesnโt everyone have friends who keep their secrets? Especially within the magical community. โYes. She did. She waited quite a while.โ
โYour grandmother is the leader of her coven in Newport.โ She reminds you. โI am the leader of the coven here. William has actually talked to your grandfather about immortality.โ
โReally?โ Imagining the Astors in the future makes your head spin a little, but how is it any weirder than you coming back to this time? โIf you ever find yourself in 2023, come and visit.โ
Picking up her own tea, she adds a sugar cube and stirs it. โYour soulmate is immortal? Or just a lucky human? I wasnโt quite able to tell.โ
โMax is immortal.โ And you almost laugh to yourself, thinking again how much he would love to be here for this. โMy grandfather was his sireโฆeither several years ago or it will be many years in the future. Depending on how you look at it.โ
โHow fascinating it all is.โ She wonders, blowing on her tea and taking a small sip. โWhat a wonderful connection. I hope that your time here is fruitful?โ
โI hope so, too.โ You admit, blowing out a sigh of your own. โOf course, if I can never figure out how to get us home, our time here will be permanent.โ
โYes,โ at the mention of that, Lina straightens. โThat is why I asked you to tea. To get to know you, but also inquire if you are well versed in the spells.โ She sets her tea down and stands, moving over to the bookcase. โI have all my own spells here, including the one to bring me to my Williamโs time.โ
โI am not particularly well versed in any spells at all.โ The idea of an Astor family grimoire piques your interest as you watch her move amongst the shelves, pulling things out quickly in a very particular order until a hidden panel in the wainscoting pops open. Of fucking course Mrs. Astor has a secret compartment for her grimoire. โMy magical education came late in life.โ
โThe perhaps I might give you a copy?โ She asks, knowing that you might not have your own family grimoire. If her own could assist you in creating one, she would be delighted.
"Are you serious?" At least the more modern phrase won't sound too foreign to her as you stare at the petite figure of Lina Astor over your teacup. "IโI meanโthat would be so incredibly generous of you."
โI will start writing it out immediately.โ She promises as she brings the leather-bound book over to the sofa. โBy the time of your grandmotherโs ball, it will be in your hands.โ
"Then I suppose we're here until at least Samhain." A few weeks in 1885 won't do you any harm, but it makes your smile flicker slightly at the thought of missing your own Samhain ball. It makes you wonder how Allison and Eddie are doing โ what they're doing โ and if Yayo has even explained what's going on.
โDelightful.โ She winks at you, even as she speaks properly. โYou and I will have to have tea again then. I will call on you?โ
"Any time." In the back of your mind you vaguely recall that the appropriate length of a social call in this time period is something absurd like fifteen minutes, and you figure that period must be up. "We're staying with the Cornelius Vanderbilts until Friday, then returning to Newport."
Nodding, she understands your reasoning and bites her lip. โI will be attending the opera tomorrow night, will you be attending as well?โ
"My grandparents were kind enough to let us use their box." An actual box at the opera sounded like a beautiful night to you and Annie had been over the moon to bring Emmanuel to the Academy of Music. "My soulmate has never been to an opera before, so we should be in for a fun night."
โThen I will see you at intermission.โ Lina decides with a warm smile. โI have to admit that I am very glad you came to tea. It had been a long time since I have talked aboutโฆthings.โ
"I'm glad I wasn't too nervous to accept." Standing from the sofa, you have just enough time to compose yourself before a footman steps up to the drawing room door. You can see your gloves and reticule lying on the table in the foyer and you know that that's your signal. "Thank you for having me, Mrs. Astor. I look forward to seeing you again."
โCall me Lina.โ She demands softly, setting the book down and leaning in to give you a quick hug. โWe are sisters after all.โ
"I will see you tomorrow night, Lina." You squeeze her back gently before striding from the room and accepting your things from the footman with a smile. Whatever you had expected this visit to be, it was nothing like that at all, and you're all the more glad for it as you get into the carriage.
As soon as the door closes, the bat that had been sitting up on top of the curtain flutters down and lands in your lap, squawking.
"Well, hey Cutie pie. I know you." It's all you can do not to burst out into giggles, but you scoop Bat Max up in both hands and let him snuggle into your chest as the carriage lurches and starts off down the street to take you back to the Vanderbilt's house. "You're never going to believe the visit I just had," you tell him honestly, blowing out a deep sigh.
Max turns his head and practically sticks it down your bodice, thankful that the tea dress is lower cut than your traveling dress. Flapping his wings and squeaking in response to you.
"If you wanted to grope me, you could do it in human form," you snort, giggling at the little bat's antics. "So it turns out..." you cuddle your soulmate's animal form as the carriage bumps and jostles along the road, hand wrapped around his small body to keep him safe against you. "The legendary Mrs. Lina Astor? Is a witch."
Snuggled happily between your breasts, Max trills, hating that he has to pull away, but he canโt transform in your dress. โWhat?!?โ He demands as soon as he is very much in a human form again, eyes bugged out in surprise.
โI swear on every god I can think of,โ you promise, holding your hand up like itโs some kind of solemn oath. โBut it gets crazier. Sheโs a fucking time traveler, too!โ
โBullshit.โ Max huffs, not thinking you are a liar, but who can that be?
โI swear!โ The way you practically double over cackling โ or you would have doubled over if not for the corset โ tells him how dead serious you are. โShe was born in 1965. Saw herself in history books and knew she had to come back.โ
โIsnโt that a mind fuck?โ Maxโs eyes widen. โOne of the most historical female figures in America is a time traveler.โ
โSheโs going to make me a copy of her grimoire,โ you murmur, voice full of awe as you lean into your soulmateโs side. โI canโt fucking believe I found another time traveler. And by accident!โ
โIt seems as if she recognizes something about you.โ He worries about that slightly, but with Mrs. Astor as an ally, it would smooth a lot of issues for you should they arise.
โShe noticed my eyebrows.โ Itโs such a stupid detail to you that itโs laughable, but itโs completely on point when you look at it. The fact that you had gone to the salon with Allison just the day before everything happened is what made your appearance stick out to a woman who actually knew what eyebrow waxing was. โShe said sheโd help me. So I can get us back safely. Butโฆthe copy of her grimoire wonโt be ready until Samhain. So it looks like we have two more weeks in 1885.โ
โI wonโt mind that.โ Max admits with an easy grin. โAlthough you might.โ He snorts, lifting a brow. โYou start your period in two weeks.โ
โPain killers in this time have cocaine and heroine. I am not taking a damn thing.โ Youโre not surprised at all that your blood drinking soulmate with a superhuman sense of smell already knows your cycle, so you just bypass that face completely. โI will be begging for hot chocolate, though.โ
โAll the hot chocolate you can drink.โ He promises with a smirk. โI think your mother likes my hot chocolate too.โ
โShe does.โ And of course heโs smug about that. He deserves to be. โBut you canโt cave and give her the recipe. She used to make me Swiss Miss when I was a kid.โ
โOh no.โ He huffs. โThis is my secret recipe.โ He insists. โYou only get that when youโve been married to me for a hundred years.โ
"Real married or pretend married?" You tease, grinning as you snuggle deeper into his side.
โReal.โ He snorts. โHave to make sure youโre with me for me and not my hot chocolate.โ He teases. โAlthough, before I forgetโฆ.do you want to dance tonight?โ
"I'd love to." Your hand slips gently into his, fingers threading together, and you squeeze his hand in yours. With your head on his shoulder at the carriage bumps along the road, this is pretty damn close to bliss.
โGood.โ Maxโs fingers caress your palm. โI hired a little band of musicians to play for us after Alice said I could use the ballroom tonight.โ
"You hired a band?" Reeling back to look him in the eye, your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline in surprise. "What's the occasion? Did I not know it was your birthday or something?"
โNo.โ If he was still living, his cheeks would be scorching hot, but he does look a little embarrassed. โSince itโsโฆsince you want toโฆโ he waggles his brows suggestively in an endearing immature way. โI wanted to make it special. A night you wouldnโt forget.โ He also wants to show you that you deserve some to put in the effort for you.
"Honey..." Your gasp, you have realized since being with someone who doesn't need to breathe, is so uniquely human. He might be looking slightly embarrassed, but your jaw is on the floor of the carriage and tears have sprung up into your eyes as you stare at him. "Youโreally?" It's so far outside of the realm of what you could ever have expected that you don't even know what to say. "For...me?"
โWas it dumb?โ He had been sure that you would love it. โItโs dumb. I should have asked, right?โ He panics and shakes his head. โIโm sorry, Dolly, I just wanted to make it special.โ
"Max." Tugging on his hand slightly makes him look at you, and you shake your head fiercely even as you reach up with your free hand to touch his cheek. "That is the sweetest, most thoughtful, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me and if we weren't already engaged I'd been asking you to marry me right here in this carriage." The watery shine in your eyes is nothing less than pure happiness and pride, and you lean forward to kiss him with soft surety. "In fact, I'm prepared to say fuck it and get married right here in 1885, just so I can proudly call you my husband for real."
He stares into your eyes for a moment, the unease fading and he bites his lip. โI just wanted you to feel special.โ He admits quietly. โYou are special. And I want you to believe it.โ
"My whole adult life, no one has ever believed in me or loved me the way you have." It's somehow simultaneously exhilarating and humbling, the magnitude to which Max's love is worn entirely on his sleeve. It's obvious, not just evident, and you never thought that you were worth someone's entire devotion the way Max has given every ounce of himself over to loving you. "I hope I give back even half of what you do. And I'm glad we have literally all the time in the world for me to learn to love you exactly as well as you love me. Because you're special too, sweetheart."
โOf course I am.โ He flashes you a smirk that is pure bravado, and more than a little facade, but he wonโt argue with you. It would be pointless when you would say you werenโt worth it to him.
"I just never want you to doubt it, that's all." Max deals with his insecurities in very different ways than you do. You know that. So instead of huffing at him or rolling your eyes or anything of that sort, you just smile and kiss the corner of his mouth again.
โI knew I should have gone with you.โ Max pouts, but he knows his presence might have derailed the conversation.
"Today will hardly be the last that we hear or see of Lina Astor," you remind him with a grin. "She might even pop up to 2023 to see us sometime."
โThat would be pretty fucking cool.โ Max muses. โHer husband has certainly made enough money to support them.โ
"I don't know if he's ever actually time traveled with her, but it would be pretty fun if they popped into the future to visit." The two of you lean back again in the carriage, resting against each other's sides as it pulls around the corner of the avenue. "Can you imagine throwing a ball in 2023 and having an Astor show up?"
โNo one would know who they were.โ Max points out. โThey could move through the time in complete anonymity.โ
"Unless we find the one person who is like...an Astor family historian or something." That person must exist, you're sure of it. But thankfully, you definitely don't know them. Although if you did? That would be an interesting introduction. "You do know that if I get my time traveling down as well as hers, we could do that, too?"
โHas she travelled to other times as well?โ He asks, confused as he wonders. Could that explain why the Astors had a golden touch in business?
"Visits are so short here that I didn't really have time to ask," you admit sheepishly. "But I offered for her to come and visit us in our time and she didn't immediately shut me down or anything, so I have to think it's possible. It's magic not like...a wormhole or a tear in the space-time continuum, right? So theoretically a witch who can master it should be able to pick their destination just like Marty McFly plugging a date into the Delorian."
โDo they make it in a broom model?โ Max jokes, chuckling at his own humor when you roll your eyes. โItโs funny and you know it.โ
โIโm getting a bumper sticker for abuelaโs fancy car when we get home,โ you inform him, laughing under your breath at your own bad joke. โMy Other Ride Is a Broom.โ
โYou would not put a sticker on that car.โ Max is horrified in a decidedly male way about that, his eyes wide and anguished. โMy carโs probably been towed off, or stolen.โ
โIโm sure Yayo had it picked up. After allโ he knows where we are.โ The carriage rolls to a stop and you stretch as much as your dress allows. โHome sweet temporary home.โ
โWhat a temporary home it is.โ Max snorts, admiring the grandeur of the facade. โI could see having a gothic style architecture if we were here permanently. Play up the spooky vibes.โ
โMaybe we should build a house anyway,โ you joke with a grin. โCome and go as we like once I figure out how to get us back and forth.โ
โWhich house in history has an ambiguous past?โ Max asks, lifting a brow curiously.
โThereโs a lot of them.โ Off the top of your head thereโs things like Boldt Castle in New York and the Winchester Mystery House. โAnd I bet Yayo would take care of it for us.โ
โHmmmm.โ Max is thoughtful a moment before he shrugs one shoulder. โPerhaps itโs one of ours.โ He tells you. โStranger things have happened.โ
โMaybe weโll get back and Mrs. Taylor will hand us an extra set of keys.โ The thought makes you grin, and the carriage jostles just as one is the Vanderbiltโs footmen comes out to open the door and lend you a hand. What seemed unnecessary and dramatic in period films now makes perfect sense. If you didnโt have help getting out of this carriage youโd never be able to find the sidewalk for all the dress you have to wear.
Max managed to turn into a bat before the footman opened the door. That way he will not cause any questions amongst the staff about how he wasnโt with you and then he was. Luckily for stealth, the dips and flounces hide your bat-ified soulmate from sight and you just climb the steps into the house neatly after saying thank you to the footman without anyone being any wiser.
Max smirks a batty little smirk and clings to the folds of your outfit, enjoying being carried into the house with no one the wiser.
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When Mrs. Vanderbilt also falls in love with an idea, she isnโt one to sit on it. Max asking for the ballroom to dance with his bride sounded like the most thoughtful and romantic thing that she had ever heard of. She had pointed him in the direction of a small orchestra, and had personally gone to the kitchen to have the idea of a dinner for two planned out with the cook with a footman assigned to serve the quiet meal.
There were flowers everywhere. She must have sent Renee out to purchase every flower from every corner within a ten block radius. Bouquets of them set around a small garden table that has been laid out for two, a champagne bucket beside it. The candles and glass lanterns low enough to give the enormous room a romantic, intimate glow. You had been hustled through another bath, a fresh ball gown that had to come from somewhere, although you donโt remember seeing it amongst your purchases even though it is vaguely familiar, and some of Aliceโs own jewels around your neck when you are escorted into the room to find Max waiting for you. His own bath done and his tailored tuxedo making him look every inch the dashing, handsome vampire that he is.
โThis is a lot more than just dancingโฆโ you gasp, one gloved hand going straight to your heart as you look around. The Vanderbiltโs expansive ballroom looks like it has been taken over by a fairy kingdom with the way it overflows with blossoms, and you look to Max in awe. โItโs stunning, love. Youโreโฆ youโveโฆโ There really arenโt words for the way your heart swells in your chest, and you walk over to him with sure steps to wrap your arms around him. โMy soulmate is the sweetest man in the whole world,โ you murmur against his chest.
โI didnโt do all this.โ Max admits with a shake of his head. โI just mentioned that I wanted it to be special.โ
โNo?โ You pull back from him, incredulous, and look around then down at yourself. โThis dress?โ
โWellโฆโ he shrugs. โI asked Alice if there is a dress that was suitable for a night of dancing.โ
โSo I need to write Alice the worldโs best thank you note for hosting us. Thatโs what youโre saying?โ Looking at the pair of you together in the nearby mirrored wall paneling, though, your eyes widen in recognition. โI know this dress!โ You realize just a second later.
โReally?โ Max frowns for a moment and tilts his head. โFrom where?โ
โFrom the attic.โ Your eyes are wide when you look back at him and you practically giggle. โThe day that we all dressed up and went to the mansion?โ It seems like years and years ago that you were first getting to know the girls in the Newport coven, and the pang of missing them hits deeply. โAllison wore this.โ
โHow interesting.โ He guides you over to the table and pulls out a chair for you to sit down.
"I guess it goes to show that this was supposed to happen?" When he sits down across from you, the two of you exchange a shared, soft smile. "Maybe we shouldn't be surprised anymore? Since life has thrown us so many curveballs already."
โItโs been nothing but adventure since youโve arrived.โ Max admits with a chuckle. โBut Iโve enjoyed the ride. How about you?โ
"I wouldn't change a single thing." And you really wouldn't. Even the parts filled with uncertainty or fear have brought you closer together, but more than anything he has given you strength and confidence that you never had before. Loving Max has made you a better person, inside and out. "And I'm very excited for every adventure that is still to come."
Smirking proudly, Max takes the bottle of champagne from the bucket and looks at it and then at you. โSweetheartโฆ.do you want me to have this taken away?โ He asks softly. โI donโt think Alice knew.โ
"If you want to have some, it's okay." He likely won't, having insisted since the day he found out why you don't drink that he will abstain right along with you. But it's also not like this meal will hold much interest for him considering his preferred diet, so you give him the choice.
The bottle goes back in the bucket and he shakes his head. โIโm good.โ He knows that you wouldnโt want any, but he always wants to continue to make sure that you know that if you want to have some again, you have that option.
The footman, confused by the turn of phrase, seems to understand that champagne will not be necessary and steps forward to remove the ice bucket and its contents. โIโll let Alice know that we donโt drink alcohol when I thank her for tonight,โ you tell Max. โItโsโฆall of this is absolutely beautiful.โ
โWhatever you want to tell her, baby.โ Max from before would offer advice, but he has learned that you just want to explain and not have your feelings or ideas overruled. โTonight is about you and I want it to be perfect.โ
"Tonight is about us." It's about growing closer and about this last, large step forward. You can't be sure if it's taken longer than you thought or far less time than you would have imagined, but having now spent enough nights actually sleeping with Max along with getting to know him, the time for euphemistic sleeping together feels exciting.
He might not feel that way, but he doesnโt argue. Knowing that itโs important for you that he also be included. His soulmate is actually very considerate and he is grateful for that. โDo you want to eat before we dance?โ He asks with a grin. โOr work up an appetite?โ
"I would hate to interrupt the chef's schedule." According to your abuela, meals in this time are a well-orchestrated dance all in their own right, and you look to the footman for any kind of confirmation or denial of a firm schedule existing. "Might we have time for a turn or two before the meal begins?"
The man smiles at the question, thinking briefly, and almost bows to you with his deep nod. "I will make sure of it, Mrs. Phillips. Please, enjoy yourselves," he says before excusing himself.
The tails of the tuxedo are something that Max believes should still be around in his own time, flicking them out as he stands and glides around the table. โWill you waltz with me, Mrs. Phillips?โ He asks, bowing as any gentleman of the time would. Your Yayo had spent time to make sure that Max fit in and did not make any social blunders.
"Mr. Phillips, I would be delighted." You're both up and out of your chairs again, and the leader of the small band that has been hired takes Max's cue to strike up a lively but simple waltz. The man clearly took working up an appetite literally, and you have to smile as Max puts one hand around your waist and draws you in close โ a perfect ballroom frame supporting both of you in place before he leads you into the dance.
Like every time Max has danced with you, he is struck by how seamless it is. Itโs as if you and he become one at that moment and move in perfect coordinated unison. Thereโs not a split secondโs hesitation, no faltering. Working easily as if you had been partners for a lifetime, which one day will be true.
The swells in the music become dips and turns, the swaying of your frame in Max's keeping you in time and making sure no feet ever get stepped on. The movement is smooth as silk and completely entrancing, although you know that some of your favourite moves are impossible in a gown this large. All that matters is that you and Max stay connected, moving together with fluidity and grace. Sometimes it feels like the happiest you've ever been are these moments dancing with Max, and you wonder if tonight might somehow equal that or make it feel even more magical than it already does.
The mood is already romantic, the music and the dance coupled with the lighting and what both of you know is to come. Itโs fairy tale quality and still Max wishes for more. Wanting you to remember tonight forever, looking back at the moment that you truly became his and he became yours. For all his easy flirtations and past liaisons, he wants to continue to romance his soulmate, for everyday to be an opportunity for you to fall more in love with him.
"You're thinking awfully hard about something," you murmur when he pulls you back to his chest after a turn. His expression of concentration is so easy to pick out, and always makes you want to smooth your thumb over his forehead to soothe the creases away.
โThinking about you.โ He admits easily. โHow you deserve so much more. How special you are.โ He knows you will protest, but he will just have to dance with you more.
"The perfect example of why we're soulmates." Humming softly, you squeeze his shoulder with your off hand and offer him a soft smile. "We think the world of each other and nothing of ourselves." He has masked it with bravado for pretty much his entire life, but when it comes down to it, he has just as many issues with how he perceives himself as you do. "I love you, Max. Completely. You're the most special thing in the world to me, so if I'm as special as you say we're a hell of a team."
The words are the soft, sweet ones that he has craved his entire life and he savors them. Tucking you against his body and closing his eyes. โWe are a hell of a team.โ He insists. โNow we just need to find out what dancing between the sheets looks like for us.โ
He manages to say it quietly enough that it doesn't echo across the ballroom, keeping it for your ears only, and you giggle with soft delight. You're actually excited for this, which isn't something that you were sure you would ever feel again. "I think it'll be very rhythmic," you tease.
He chuckles and nods. โA steady, continuous rhythm.โ He promises. Unlike any previous lovers, Max doesnโt get tired. Any changes in the pace would be because he fumbles or he wants to change, not because heโs unable to keep it up.
"Mr. Phillips, I think that counts as scandalous," you hum, fanning yourself with your own hand dramatically and wishing that just this once you actually had one of those fancy hand fans to tease him with.
"You would faint in shock at all the scandalous things that I would do to you, Dolly." Max snorts playfully, sending you a hot look as he dips you low and presses his face into your breasts before slowly dragging you upright again.
โMaybe I would.โ Considering there is an entire group of strangers in the room, you demure a little even though youโre shivering with anticipation on the inside. โPerhaps I am terribly proper and ladylike and this is where Iโve belonged all along.โ
โI can see that.โ He growls, flashing his fangs at you playfully for a split second. โAnd I am the wicked vampire ready to defile you.โ
When you giggle and have to smother a snort, itโs because youโre sure that anyone overhearing this would assume you were really into sexy role playing or at least fantasy foreplay. When the fact is, itโs just who you are. A little silly, a lot romantic, and entirely devoted to making each other happy.
Around the room, your skirts swish and sway as he leads you. Speeding up and then slowing down along with the music. His eyes always on you as he twirls you around the dance floor. Aware that some of the Vanderbilt staff have peeked in, but it doesn't bother him, never minding an audience.
They're peaking in from around the corner screen and through the pocket doors at the end of the room, and you're dimly aware of their presence without ever minding it for a single second. Renee is probably with them, which makes you smile, and you hope she is enjoying the attention of fielding all sorts of questions about Miss Brown's mysterious new friends.
Max spins you again, taking this as seriously as any dance competition. Heโs not expecting perfection but it seems that together, you move flawlessly. Making him proud of your abilities and he beams as he pulls you close again.
When the song draws to a close, Max holds you close to his chest instead of going for some dramatic end pose, letting the last strains of music fade away with you held fast to him as your heart beats wildly out of time. After a moment you become dimly aware of a soft clapping and glance over at the band, all of whom are politely applauding your performance. Your cheeks burn hot instantly and you laugh, but curtsy. It must not be often that they get a private show like this.
Max grins, proud of you and his movement shows it as he guides you back to the table for the first course. โMy little ballroom dancer.โ He coos softly. โSo perfect.โ
โIโm just following your lead, love,โ you remind him softly. There is nothing but pure love in your eyes.
โNothing I love more than to lead you around the dance floor, and hopefully something more tonight.โ He smirks slightly and helps you sit down.
โI think weโve moved past hope and into certainty.โ As you sit down you give his hand a squeeze. Youโre ready. Completely ready.
โNever want you to feel like you canโt end things immediately.โ Max sits down and he immediately reaches for your hand.
โI know.โ And you appreciate it more than you can say. โBut I donโt think that will be the case.โ If youโre honest, youโve started to crave the closeness of him, so tonight is exactly what you want.
โI guarantee it wonโt.โ He winks at you playfully. โBut I do want my wife to tell me exactly what she expects of her husband.โ
โI promise.โ And you will. Justโฆnot where an army of servants can overhear every detail. That conversation is reserved for when youโre actually alone.
He can see the way your eyes flicker to the staff and he hums. โAs you wish, Queenie.โ
Dinner is gorgeous. An intricate dance all its own, executed with a precision that you really have to admire. Aliceโs staff is amazing and the food is to die for. The band plays several more lovely songs for you, and you and Max dance well into the night. When you finally thank them for their time and go upstairs for the evening, you feel like youโre floating on air.
Max marvels at how warm and soft your hand is in his. Waiting for you to start sweating or even get slightly clammy from nerves, but you never do. Just soft sighs of happiness and beguiling smiles as you look over at him. "Tired, sweetheart?"
"Not at all." You've said goodnight to Renee and to Emmanuel's valet already, telling them you don't need help getting ready to sleep tonight, and that leaves just you and Max alone in your room together with a fire to keep you warm. "I do want to go to bed, though."
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