Drunk.
For a long time he was truly drunk.
Sous-lieutenant Vogel woke up slumped over the toilet, body protesting as he shifted. His head pounded with a dull, merciless throb, and his mouth felt like sandpaper. The pungent stench of last night's revelry clung to his uniform and skin. He ran a sluggish hand through his disheveled hair, grimacing. Fragments of the night before flickered in and out of his hazy memory, a chaotic montage of voices, laughter, and the familiar burn of alcohol coursing down his throat.
"Chug, chug, chug, chug!" The crowd cheered on Sous-lieutenant Vogel as he downed a can of Hoegaarden in competition against Captain Ashly and Master Laurent. The metallic clatter of the can hitting the pavement was soon followed by cheers. He had won, a triumphant grin flashed in his mind, fist held high in drunken victory.
None of this would've been possible if it wasn't for Akashi. Oh, she was delighted. All too happy to fuel a night of fun if the price was right. The ship girl practically sold out of alcohol the only thing left on the shelves where the bottom of the barrel picks and out of consideration for the rest of base they had left some decent alcohol behind.
When you have Kansens and peacekeepers getting drunk together you know it's about to be a wild night. Monarch, Howe and Columbia ended up joining the party partaking in the night of debauchery. The three got to experience the Sous-lieutenant's wild side. Underneath his rough exterior was someone who just wanted to have fun on the side.
Got to love a military that openly supports drinking in uniform while deployed.
"Not dead yet I hope~" A sultry voice caught his attention. His hazy brown eyes snapped toward the source. She had just appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The Empress.
She stood over him with an amused glint in her pint eyes, arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe. Despite the ache in his head, he managed to let out a scoff. "If only." He answered in a content tone. The Legionnaire eyed her warily before shifting into an accusatory tone. "Did you try to kill me?"
She pouted, feigning offense, bringing a hand to her chest as if genuinely wounded. "Now why would I do that?
Without waiting for an invitation, she slid closer, bent down to his eye level, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead before pressing a lingering, affectionate kiss against it. "You know I love you. My heart aches for you~"
The Empress stiffened. A blush crept up her cheeks as she pulled back, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I wish you would stop using such a foolish word, calling me cute, my Emperor."
"Okay, sexy~" Sous-lieutenant Vogel chuckled lightly, holding a hand to his head due to last night's alcohol induced headache. "Sorry, I have to poke fun at you now and then. It's what makes our relationship... Interesting." Still grinning, he pushed himself up, finally getting his bearings. "Just making sure, as I got my ass lit up by a Bf 109T."
"You sure it wasn't Iron Blood?" Head tilting in a curious manner as she spoke.
"That's a phone I'm not looking forward to." He answered while rubbing the grim out of his eyes as his joints cracked in sweat relief. "I appreciate you checking on me but I trust you love me enough not to kill me and you should probably go." He let out an amused hum getting the Empress to stop before she could leave. "Before you leave cheri, humor me. What's three words better than I love you?"
She leaned into his ear, voice low, playful, and far too eager. "Get me pregnant."
Silence. The Sous-lieutenant was left speechless, his sole thought being, 'Wait... What?'
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FanfictionA former Commander who has a complicated past with Azur Lane that is full of nothing but pain and suffering is chosen to be their Commander again or is given a similar job by the UN (United Nations). But does he want to see his old subordinates and...
