Title: Three Sisters and a Prince

Author: Crimsonsenya

Beta: Mr Big Stache

Genre: fluff, Marysues revisited

Pairing: V/O, Romi/Loll/Ki/O

Rating: R

Warnings: three shameless Marysues,

Summary: He woke up and couldn’t remember his own name.

A/N: Written for Romika’s birthday.

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Thud, thud, thud. The pounding comes from the back of his head. There are stinging splinters in his forehead. Dark, the comfortable dark fades to grey and then to white light. Eyes. He can open his eyes and see, even if through a blurry mist. The beat in the back moves to his temples and turns into a painful snapping. There is a figure hovering over him, and finally, he manages to focus his eyes. It’s a woman with sparking eyes, dark hair and strong beautiful features. When he meets her eyes and blinks, she starts to smile.

“He’s awake!” a voice exclaims and another woman, this one with long golden hair, appears behind the first woman that sits on the edge of the bed he is lying on. He likes the hair, the colour reminds him of something, something very familiar and dear.

“What’s your name?” A third woman kneels beside the bed and crosses her arms next to his hand, shaking with enthusiasm. Her red hair is all messed up about her face. The sound of her voice is a little too high-pitched for him so he winces, but even the slightest movement hurts. The first woman speaks and her voice is low and very pleasant.

“Last night, you were walking on the beach, delirious. You stumbled upon Loll and Ki who were on a moonlight swim.” The dark woman nodded towards the two other. “They brought you here and you’ve been unconscious ever since.”

“Where am I?” he croaked. His mouth was dry, as if someone had poured gravel down his throat.

“In our cabin. I’m Romi, by the way.”

“But where?” he asked, pleadingly.

“On St. Mary Sue, a tiny island that belongs to the Bahamas.” The blond woman replied. Loll was her name, he remembered.

“So, what’s your name?” Romi asked. He searched his memory. Surely he had one, didn’t he? But his mind was completely blank. He couldn’t remember anything beyond the pounding and the darkness and it scared him.

“I don’t know.” The three women glanced at each other, puzzled, and he felt tickling under his eyelids and wetness on his cheeks. Ki, the woman kneeling on the floor held out her hand and wiped his cheek with the back of her hand.

“Hey, Little Prince, don’t worry. We will give you one.” She said. All the three women smiled at him and he couldn’t but smile back even if it was more likely a sloppy grin from his side.

“You need to eat something. You are way too skinny.” Loll declared and stormed out of the room, but not before she had brushed his cheek too.

“Don’t worry. You can stay with us as long as you want.” Romi said and squeezed his hand.

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The three sisters kept calling him Little Prince sometimes, but he was christened as Orli. Ki had sung the alphabet as long as he had chosen the letters he liked most. He didn’t even have clothes, not that he would have needed much in the moist heat of the tropical island. He had come to them wearing only a pair of threadbare yellow shorts, so now he walked around wearing Romi’s shirt, shorts cut from Loll’s old jeans and Ki’s sandals The sisters were very different, but they loved each other and Orli very much, and the wooden cabin by the azure and emerald green sea was a happy house.

Mostly they lived by themselves, but on the weekends they sometimes threw parties with lots of rum and tequila. In those parties, Orli met Jazzy and her men Sean and Karl. She couldn’t decide which one she liked better, so she kept them both. Then there was Ana who recited her beautiful poems, and he and Ki always had a competition who remembered most lines afterwards, a contest Orli usually won. One of the guests was Hana whose hands hurt and Laura, one of the guests, told him she came to Romi for skincare treatments as Romi was very wise and knew about these things. Orli wanted to make Hana feel better, so he always went and kissed her hands, and her laughter tingled like jingle bells.

The days with the sisters were very joyful. Loll took care of the house and cooked the meals. Ki was supposed to help Loll, but as she wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the box, she preferred to dance on the beach or on their back porch that faced the sea. He spent hours with Ki searching for seashells and stones that had been rounded off by the waves. Orli took everything they found to Loll who stirred a huge kettle filled with tomato sauce before the stove, listening to heavy metal on earphones at the same time. He had come up with a perfect way to startle her. He sneaked in the kitchen, grabbed her waist with his cool fingers and pressed his wet tongue on the tanned patch of bare skin on Loll’s back, right above her red and blue sarong, which usually ended up with him being chased around the house and getting smeared with tomato sauce smoochies.

To his chagrin he saw Romi the least. In the mornings, she climbed the stairs to the attic, and in no condition was he to disturb her. In the afternoons, she came back downstairs with a distant gleam in her eyes and her smile filled with secrets Orli would have loved to unravel. Her fierce shining passion reminded Orli of someone he had known, but still, he couldn’t remember anything past the day he had arrived to the cabin. Orli had asked Loll what Romi did every day in solitude, and she had told him Romi was a writer. She wrote very important stories, and the one she was writing right now was the most important of them all. When this happened she would go into the flow. As much as Orli pried, Loll wouldn’t tell him more.

Sometimes in the nights Orli woke up, startled, anxious and very scared, feeling like something really bad had happened and like he had lost someone who had mattered him most. As he couldn’t fall back asleep he went to Romi’s bedroom, because Romi was the most powerful of the sisters and she could ward off any monsters, besides Orli loved her smell of vanilla and oranges. Then in the safe haven of Romi’s bedroom, she would tell him happy stories, abundant with sunshine and butterflies, and every time the pretty princes got saved by handsome knights.

As the time passed, Orli got more and more curious about what Romi was writing, and so he decided to cross-examine Ki who never could keep secrets from him. They were lying on a hammock that hung in shade between two tall palm trees, and Ki twirled his locks between her fingers as usual. The gesture brought echoes of memories, but never nothing he could quite grasp. He had had a life before the island of that he was sure, but he didn’t believe it could have been happier than the one he led now. Orli put on his best puppy dog eyes before asking her.

“Please, tell me about the story Romi is writing.” Ki squirmed, but Orli cuddled closer, and she had no choice but to tell him.

“Romi is writing the most amazing story in the whole wide world. It is about love, but it is unlike anything you’ve heard before.”

“Tell me more,” Orli pleaded, bursting from curiosity.

“What most incredible, this story is true from the beginning to the end, but nobody knows about it except Romi. The story will become a book, a storybook with pictures Loll has made.”

“Loll? Our Loll who feeds us risotto alla Milanese and spaghetti marinara? Our Loll whose box of jewels we always raid?”

“Yes, Orli. But you won’t have to wait for a long time, because soon it’s Romi’s birthday, and she will tell us all what she has written,” Ki said and Orli swung contentedly with her in the hammock, waiting for the mystery to be revealed.

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At last the much-awaited day, Romi’s birthday came, and the three sisters and Orli gathered upstairs to Romi’s studio. The birthday girl herself sat on a large leather armchair that ruled the room. Ki sat on the floor beside her and rested her head on Romi’s knee. Orli would have loved to do the same, but he didn’t dare to, as Romi looked so very solemn and majestic on her throne (as Orli immediately called the comfy chair). Instead, Orli sat down on Loll’s lap and toyed with her long amber strands of hair, knowing that she would let him braid them later.

“There was a boy who lived in an island far away from here on the other side of the ocean.” Romi began her story.

“His name was Lando, wasn’t it?” Ki asked, smiling wide, as if she had known the boy well.

“Yes, we can call him Lando,” Romi agreed and petted Ki’s hair absent-mindedly. She was already caught up in the visions.

“Was he a prince?” Orli dared to ask, his eyes lighting up.

“Yes, he was. Only he never got the crown,” Romi replied, and Orli thought how sad it sounded.

“Lando was a prince, and when our story begins he was already fair beyond everybody else, even if his beauty hadn’t bloomed yet. It was still a flower with its petals closed tight.”

“What was he like?” Ki asked, dreamily.

“Oh, he was so very sweet. His eyes sparkled like two pieces of smouldering coal, and when he smiled everybody thought the clouds had moved away from the sun.”

Orli liked the story so far, but it didn’t sound different from what Romi had told him before. But Romi continued.

“Our prince had a dream about what he wanted to become when he grew up, and he had a plan to achieve it. He could be very determinate, our prince, if he wanted to. So the prince, who grew up in an island far away and who was more beautiful than anyone else, was also caring, joyful and vivacious, if very daring and a bit reckless. If he ever was sad, he hid it, because he thought there was enough grief in he world. But our prince had one wish, or it could even be called one weakness: above all else, he wanted be loved.”

“Then there came a time when he was offered a chance to fulfil his dream and he travelled across the world to another island that is even further away from here than his home. This new island was a land of tales, magic and wonder. Still after many years the prince would look back and long for the time he passed there. In that marvellous green country our prince first met a very special person…”

“The king!” He found the king of his heart!” Ki shouted and clapped her hands with glee.

“Who is he?” Orli exhaled. Fairytales always lulled him pleasantly, and Ki had startled him.

“The king is the one our prince will never forget,” Romi answered, smiling enigmatically.

“What was he like?” Orli asked.

“The king was the complete opposite of the prince, yet they were so similar that, sometimes, when they looked at the mirror side by side they couldn’t tell where the other one began. The king was different from everyone else; he was quiet and passionate and fierce, but he was also very wise and mischievous. When he smiled it was like the shimmering silver moon that outshone all the stars in the night sky. And our poor prince, who had never met anyone quite like the king, couldn’t help but fall crazily in love.”

“Surely, the king loved the prince back?” Orli asked, eyes wide.

“Hmm. Surely, the king wasn’t blind, deaf or completely heartless, but it wasn’t quite that simple…”

“What do you mean?” Now Orli was a little bit worried. The princes were supposed to be loved back.

“You see, dear Orli. The king was a very busy man. He had many things to do, and the loving part of his heart had gotten a bit dusty for the lack of use. Undeniably, there was something special between the prince and the king, but when the time came that the prince and the king were to leave the island and go back to their homes, the king said that the prince shouldn’t insist on loving him, that he would change his mind, even if the prince promised and swore he would always love king.”

“But why, Romi? Why?” Orli’s skin was on goose bumps now, and Loll kissed his temple to calm him down.

“The king said that in fairytales young princes didn’t slay dragons to gain half the kingdom and the king, but they were supposed to run off with a princess, or at least, that was what those who listened to the tale wanted to hear. What the king secretly thought was that princes belonged to different castles than kings, and that princes had sometimes the tendency to be very fickle and forget all about grumpy grizzled kings. So they went each their own way, but the prince couldn’t forget the king completely, even if his dream started to come true faster than ever.

Then as it often happens, you only realize the value of someone when you loose him. The memories started to haunt our king, who attempted to exorcise them in vain by filling hundreds of notebooks with poems about the prince. The king even tried to woo princesses and queens, but none of them was as beautiful or as vivid or as lovely as the prince, and our king became sad and wistful. Meanwhile, everywhere the prince went people fell in love with him, but soon, he noticed (as the king had also told him on the magic island) that people’s love lasted as long as the object of their affection was how they liked it to be. So, as it was expected of him, the prince sought out a princess and valiantly rode to save villages from dragons, even if most of the time he would have wanted to just rest his weary head against the king’s shoulder.

Anyhow, the prince told everybody he was happy and pleased, and he tried his best not to think about the king except the times that they had to meet (which happened sometimes, as the princes and kings are both royalty). Every time our prince met the king he was overwhelmed with joy and love that he couldn’t hide, and each time the king showed him more and more love back.

It had also come to pass that the prince had grown up, and now, he truly shadowed even the most beautiful princesses in the whole wide world, but it had also come to pass that the prince wanted to gain not just half but the entire kingdom…” Romi paused for a while and raised a glass of ruby wine to her lips. Orli’s hands trembled slightly, he was more than eager to hear the rest. The story so far had taken quite unusual turns. He liked wine too, not as a drink but as a taste when he was kissed. Finally, Romi continued.

“But then one day, when everybody around him talked about nothing else but the prince, the king couldn’t take it anymore. He simply had to find the prince and tell him how much he loved him, how much he had loved him ever since the first time they met, because the king’s mind had become a horrible jumble of love, affection and lust. He was almost sick of desire, and it burned in him like a fiery torch. So they met, as it wasn’t very hard for a king to find the whereabouts of one young prince, but sadly, it had to happen in secret. At first, the prince couldn’t almost believe his ears. For so long, he had loved the king and despaired at the thought of the king not loving him in return. And then they did it.”

“It? What it?” Orli asked, perplexed.

“It, you goof,” Ki snorted like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and maybe it was, but Orli just hadn’t been told stories with it before. Luckily, Loll came to his rescue.

“Romi is talking about mattress messin’,” she deadpanned. Orli’s gaze darted between the three sisters, and it slowly dawned him.

“Oh, mattress messin’.” Orli blushed. “What was it like?” he asked timidly, blushing even more.

“Absolutely fucking fantastic, straight out mind-blowing,” Romi said, and her eyes had a far away look. “They wanted each other so bad they thought their skin was going to crack. They had met in a fine inn, as they couldn’t meet in the king’s castle. The bed was soft and the sheets cool, and the king shed the prince’s clothes himself. The prince’s bare tawny skin was even finer than the inn and smoother than swan’s feathers. The king had long hard limbs, and the prince panted when the silky hair brushed his back and his belly. The prince’s fingertips were scorching and the king’s mouth very warm. His king’s tongue was wicked and hungry after having starved for so long, and it explored places in the prince’s body he had never imagined anyone would. When the prince was finally where he wanted to be, in the king’s lap, his arms around the king’s shoulders and the kings hips between his thighs, and the king was where he belonged to, deep inside the prince, the prince couldn’t help but cry. Now don’t get our prince wrong. In contrary to what one could think, our prince wasn’t a crybaby. No, he rather bit his lip until it bled than cried, but at that moment closer to his king than he had ever been tears run freely down his chin.”

“And then they lived happily ever after, didn’t they?” Orli sighed, a satisfied smile gracing his beauteous face.

“The story doesn’t end yet, my dearest Orli.” Romi said, and continued. “So from that day on, our prince and his king met as often as they could all around the world, but they always had to hide. And the prince grew very confident. He didn’t need to ponder and guess the king’s feelings, as he knew for certain the king loved him and only him. So the prince had fulfilled his dreams and he had got what he had wanted the most –he was loved. The whole world loved him, but there was still this little nagging voice inside the prince that urged him to gain another kingdom aside the one that was already his. However, the prince started to believe all the good things that were said about him and none of the bad ones. The prince wanted to keep everything he had achieved and while he wanted everyone to continue loving him, he started to belong to everyone almost as much as to his king. And the prince’s pride started to bloat. It got bigger and bigger, until he couldn’t see anyone else and his heart resembled more of the core of a walnut than an actual heart. In his sense of superiority and power the prince started to neglect the king, to take him for granted, and they started to argue every time they met, until the point they had to go on vacation to clear the rotten air between them.

The place they chose for vacation was a lush island, as islands had been very important for both of them. On their first night the island was hit by a thunderstorm. They were locked in their cabin, and they began to argue again. The prince asked why they couldn’t go on like before, as things were so well. The king reminded the prince about his promises. As the prince had now everything he had ever wanted, wouldn’t it be right for the king too to have the only thing he wanted. The king said that the time passed quickly, that he wouldn’t get any younger, he was tired and there was no real reason to hide anymore, and if he couldn’t have the whole prince, he would rather not have the prince at all. The king became very angry and the prince was very headstrong. There was shouting and cursing and slamming of the doors as the prince run out of the cabin. All this time, a terrible storm raged outside, much like the one tonight.

After this the prince and the king stopped meeting each other. The king literally withered away, he couldn’t love anybody else anymore. The prince became lonely and discontent, and people ceased liking him, because their love for the prince wasn’t true love and they hadn’t actually cared much for the prince in the first place. Then a horrible accident happened and the king died. People found out about the love that had been between the king and the prince, but nothing could be done anymore. The king was gone and the prince had been left alone and without love. To relieve the guilt and the bad conscience the prince started to help himself to sleep with extractions from strange exotic plants and ended up losing everything he had gained. Then he lived miserably and forgotten ever after.”

The story was awful. Orli couldn’t take it anymore. Romi’s story was the most terrible thing he had ever heard! A story of true love like that, it couldn’t possibly end so badly, so wrong! Why did the king let the prince leave? Why didn’t the prince understand the love the king felt for him? Orli jumped up and stood in the middle of the room, shaking to his core. He had never felt this angry, angry and betrayed. Was this supposed to be the most amazing story in the world? The one that was so important nobody knew about it. Orli felt like screaming and he did. It was an eardrums piercing shriek of a hurt little animal, and he couldn’t stand it anymore. He run out of the house, down the steps of the porch and pass the palm trees to the beach, where lighting strikes split the pitch-black sky with their searing brightness, and then…

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Smell of electricity and burn. A striking stab of pain and a jolt that went through his shuddering body. Darkness descended.

“Orlando!” Somebody was desperately crying out for him. Wait, he recognized the sound of the voice. The voice that had never ceased to send shivers down his spine, the voice that belonged to the person he loved most in the world.

“Viggo.” He wasn’t sure, if he said the name aloud. Two hands took him by the shoulders and he was pulled against a strong chest and a familiar heart beat.

“Angel, say you’re all right. Please, speak to me.” A hand cradling his face, kisses showering on his forehead, his cheekbones, the tip of his nose, his lips, his chin. Orlando felt like fainting.

“Veego.” A faint mewl was all he could manage to say as images and memories rushed to him: Viggo coming to see him to Bahamas during the shooting break, the cabin they had hired in the most deserted island they could find, the fiercely raging storm that still wasn’t a match to the horrendous fight the two men had had, the threats, the ultimatums, him running out to the beach, the whipping rain and the growling waves, and finally, the white flash of the lightning. When he had woken to consciousness, there had been a bed, three sisters, a story… Even before Orlando fully realized he had survived a lightning strike, one more notch to his near death experiences chart, he remembered something much more lethal to him.

“Viggo.” His voice was determined and strong, but utterly despaired. The knuckles of the hands that grabbed the front of Viggo’s soaked Hawaii shirt turned white. “Don’t…don’t leave me. I promise you no more hiding. Once we get back to LA, we’ll buy a house together. I need to…I want to come home to you and buy my groceries with you. Please, give me one more chance. I promise there won’t be need for more. We’ll go together to the premieres of these bloody Disney films. We’ll fly to Massachusetts or to Amsterdam. We’ll…”

“Shh…” Viggo pressed his thumb on Orlando’s mouth. His lips parted from habit and he sucked the digit in. “My angel, I promise you we will do that and much more, but first we need to get you inside from this damn rain. Can you walk? I saw light behind those trees… I thought this part of the island was supposed to be deserted. ”

“There’s a cabin.” Orlando said as he stood up on his shaky legs. His head spun, but Viggo had his arm around him. Aww, Orlando remembered clearly the delicious feeling of Romi’s tongue piercing caressing the back of his throat while another moisthot mouth latched on him much lower and a pair nimble-fingered hands splayed his thighs apart in a very comfortable position… “Let’s go!” he said, sounding inappropriately chipper regarding the fact that he had just been struck by a lightning.

Oh yeah. Viggo would definitely love the cabin. Once Viggo met the three sisters, they would throw one hell of a party. Orlando had been very rude indeed by leaving the sisters without thanking for their exuberant hospitality. But all of a sudden Orlando felt a mean pang of jealousy. Nobody was to touch his Viggo! Then he felt immediately ashamed. Maybe –just maybe– he could let Romi enjoy Viggo’s talent one time. It was her birthday after all, but only if Orlando got to watch… and if Ki and Loll took care of him at the same time…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY MOST BELOVED ROMI!!!!