#I thought about doing a girls day thing for Jade but the day passed already ;w; I’ll draw something to make up for it though! Eventually. 🫠
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Happy Late Boy’s Day Y’all 🎏
I was supposed to post this last week but burnout had such a specific hold on me that I didn’t even feel like doing something as simple as THAT…and fuck me for thinking that I was starting to get better lmao
More art will be in the way just. Gimmi a bit I’m treading on I promise hhrnhmbbghr
#kinitopet#kinito fanart#kinito the axolotl#kinito my beloved#sam#sam the sea anemone#boy’s day#fsh#I did one of these with Wally Darling so why not with these two goobers lol#I thought about doing a girls day thing for Jade but the day passed already ;w; I’ll draw something to make up for it though! Eventually. 🫠
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CROSSING THE LINE — PART THREE ♡
paige x azzi
tw: drinking, light sexual content
word count: 8.9k
A/N: This one honestly wasn't going to be out until tomorrow but I couldn't sleep to save my life last night so here we are. Like I said earlier I'm so sorry in advance and I swear I love both of them. Leave comments and live reactions if you can 🤗
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October 2023
The month plus some since that night had passed in a blur of practices, team hangouts, and late-night conversations. Paige and Azzi had seamlessly fallen back into their rhythm of playful banter and seamlessness—or at least, that’s how it appeared to everyone else. Beneath the surface, subtle shifts lingered.
Touches between them lasted a beat too long. When Azzi brushed her hand against Paige’s back or when Paige squeezed Azzi’s shoulder, the contact sent unspoken messages between them. There were moments when their eyes caught across the locker room or at team events, each lingering just long enough for the other to notice, but not long enough to demand explanation yet.
Unknown to the rest of the team, Paige had completely stopped sleeping around. The kiss they shared still lingered in her thoughts relentlessly. She had tried to forget about it but she found herself on multiple occasions hovering over a girl who was definitely more than willing. But Paige couldn’t stop thinking about Azzi and that damn kiss. Meanwhile, Azzi was still casually dating, though her attempts were few and far between—and unsuccessful.
The two of them now strolled across campus aimlessly, heading toward a random food spot they hadn’t decided on yet. Paige had her hoodie up, hands shoved deep into her pockets, while Azzi walked close enough that their shoulders brushed with every other step they took
“I’m just saying you’re too predictable,” Azzi teased, bumping Paige with her shoulder. “I already know what you’re ordering.”
“Why fix what isn’t broken?” Paige shot back, smirking.
Azzi shook her head. “One day, you’ll surprise me and order something other than chicken tenders. I’ll frame the receipt and make it a national holiday.”
Paige rolled her eyes. “Don’t hold your breath.”
Their laughter echoed between the buildings until a voice called out from behind them.
“Paige!”
Paige froze, the smile sliding off her face. She slightly recognized that voice. Turning slowly, she came face-to-face with one of her old hookups from the end of last year, a girl whose name Paige was 40% sure was Jessica—or maybe Jasmine, maybe even Jade.
“Oh no,” Paige muttered under her breath as the girl approached, a confident smirk plastered across her face.
Azzi stopped, clearly catching on to the situation. She leaned casually against the building they were walking near, arms crossed, looking amused as she prepared to watch what was about to unfold.
“Wow,” the girl said, stopping in front of them with a bright smile. “Didn’t think I’d see you again. So, what happened? You never called me back.”
Paige gave her a polite, easygoing smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. Things got a little busy.”
Azzi snorted quietly behind her, always unable to mask her reaction in these situations. Paige flicked her a sideways glance to say shut up but stayed focused on the girl in front of her.
“Busy, huh?” The girl folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. “You know, for someone who seemed so into me that night, I figured I’d at least get a text.”
Paige shrugged, her expression calm, almost apologetic. “Nothing personal. Just wasn’t looking for anything more.”
“Oh, let me guess,” the girl said. “You don’t do repeats, right? That’s your whole thing?”
Paige smiled faintly, tilting her head. “Eh, not exactly. I just don’t usually circle back.”
The girl took a step closer, her eyes fixed on Paige, a playful smirk on her lips. “Well, maybe I could be the exception,” she said, her voice dripping with intent.
Paige, unfazed, raised an eyebrow and brushed it off. “I don’t really make exceptions.”
But the girl wasn’t done. She closed the distance a little more, standing a fraction too close for comfort. “Come on, Paige. You’ve got to admit that night between us was amazing. Just one more time, and we can leave all this behind.”
Paige held her ground, giving a polite but firm smile. “I’m not really interested in repeating anything. Thanks for the offer, though.”
The girl looked a little stunned but kept going, her tone turning softer, almost coaxing. “Why not? You really that scared of having a little fun with little ole me?”
As the girl stepped closer, Paige’s gaze shifted subtly to the side, her eyes catching Azzi’s. Paige noticed Azzi’s posture—arms crossed, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a subtle, almost protective expression on her face. Her body language made it clear that she wasn’t thrilled with the situation anymore.
Trying to put an end to this and move on with her night Paige said the first thing that came to mind and before she could stop herself she said “I have a girlfriend now.”
The girl blinked in surprise. “You have a girlfriend?” Her tone was laced with disbelief. “Paige Bueckers has a girlfriend?”
“Yup,” Paige said, trying to sound confident.
The girl narrowed her eyes, clearly skeptical. “Oh yeah? Who?”
Paige froze. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. Her eyes darted to Azzi, who was now grinning again, enjoying her discomfort. Panicking, Paige reached over, threw an arm around Azzi’s waist, and pulled her close.
“It’s her,” Paige said, nodding toward Azzi.
Azzi’s eyes widened for half a second before Paige discreetly pinched her side. Azzi recovered quickly, her lips twitching into a sly smile.
“Yup,” Azzi said, sliding her arm around Paige’s waist. “That’s me, the girlfriend.”
The girl’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? Paige Bueckers dating a teammate?” She scoffed, folding her arms. “I thought you didn’t hook up with athletes. Isn’t that, like, your rule?”
Paige hesitated, scrambling for an explanation. “Yeah, well…Things happen.”
The girl’s expression didn’t change. “Happen how?”
Paige glanced at Azzi, her cheeks flushing. “Well you know one thing led to another and boom here we are.”
The girl tilted her head, clearly unconvinced, but eventually shrugged. “Well, good for you, I guess. Hope she’s worth it.” She shot Azzi a quick once-over before turning on her heel and walking away.
As soon as she was out of sight, Paige let out a heavy breath, dropping her arm from Azzi’s waist.
Azzi stared at her, eyebrows raised. “What the hell was that?”
“I panicked,” Paige muttered, scratching the back of her head.
“You panicked and made me your fake girlfriend?” Azzi asked, her voice dripping with amusement.
“I mean… you’re convincing,” Paige said with a shrug.
Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “You couldn’t have picked literally anyone else?”
“Well, it wouldn’t have been believable with anyone else,” Paige said, pointedly.
Azzi rolled her eyes but grinned. “Righttt…So, girlfriend, where we eating?”
Paige groaned, laughing as they continued aimlessly walking to find food.
The diner they decided on was warm and cozy, the smell of food filling the air as Paige and Azzi sat across from each other, their food on the table between them. Paige was halfway through a basket of fries and tenders while Azzi poked at her chicken salad.
Their conversation had been light—teasing and joking as always—but Azzi’s phone kept buzzing on the table, the vibrations loud against the surface.
Paige smirked, popping another fry into her mouth. “Okay, seriously, are you just going to keep ignoring that, or are we gonna have to endure it all night?”
Azzi gave the phone an unimpressed glance before stabbing a cherry tomato. “Ignoring it seems like the better option.”
“Must be important, though. That’s, what, the fourth time?” Paige teased.
Azzi sighed, finally meeting Paige’s amused gaze. “It’s some girl I went out with a couple of days ago. She’s... persistent.”
Paige leaned back, eyebrows raised. “Persistent, huh? And what exactly gave her that idea, Miss Fudd?”
“I don’t know, maybe the part where I tried to be polite and didn’t ghost her like certain people I know,” Azzi shot back, narrowing her eyes playfully.
Paige laughed, unapologetic. “That’s why you don’t give out your real number, Az. Rookie move. Everyone knows that.”
Azzi folded her arms, a grin tugging at her lips. “Oh, and what am I supposed to do? Hand them a burner phone instead?”
“No, you just do the whole, ‘I’m not really a texting person,’” Paige said, mimicking a dramatic shrug. “Or give out a completely random number like I do.”
Azzi gave her a flat look. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yet, you keep me around and label me the best friend,” Paige quipped, tossing a fry at her.
Azzi dodged it, shaking her head. “Unfortunately you’re my roommate so I couldn’t get rid of you if I wanted to. I’m stuck being responsible for you.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, Azzi picked up some of her salad with her fork and held it out toward Paige, smirking. “Speaking of being responsible for you, maybe you should try some of this instead of inhaling those fries.”
Paige narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “You’re not seriously trying to feed me salad right now.”
“Why not? You’re clearly incapable of making healthy choices on your own,” Azzi quipped, still holding the fork up for Paige.
Paige huffed but leaned forward slightly, her lips closing around the fork as she took the bite. Her eyes never left Azzi’s, and for a brief moment, the atmosphere shifted. Azzi’s smirk softened, her gaze lingering on Paige as she slowly pulled the fork back.
“Happy now?” Paige muttered, her voice quieter than before.
“Delighted,” Azzi replied, though her usual tone had taken on a slightly lower, softer edge.
They stared at each other across the table, the air between them growing heavier. Paige felt the heat rising to her cheeks, but she couldn’t look away. She wasn’t sure if it was the way Azzi’s gaze seemed to search her face, or the tiny curve of her lips, but the way her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest wasn’t something she was used to.
The moment stretched, unspoken words hanging in the air—until Azzi’s phone buzzed loudly against the table. Azzi blinked, breaking the stare as she looked down at the phone with a groan. “Seriously? She can’t take a hint? This is actually obnoxious.”
Paige tilted her head, eyeing the phone. “Want me to answer it for you?” she joked, though the mischievous glint in her eyes suggested she wasn’t entirely kidding.
“No!” Azzi said quickly, her eyes widening.
But before she could stop her, Paige was already reaching for the phone, her grin widening as Azzi’s protests grew louder.
“Paige, I swear—” Azzi started, but Paige waved her off, sliding her finger across the screen to answer.
Azzi gaped, her hands flying to her face as Paige pressed the phone to her ear, holding up a finger to her lips for Azzi to stay quiet.
“Hello?” Paige said sweetly, her tone light and calm.
The girl on the other end hesitated. “Uh… is this Azzi?”
Paige’s voice was smooth, barely hiding the humor in her tone. “Nope, I'm her girlfriend. Why…you need something?”
Azzi’s jaw dropped, and she muttered under her breath, “You’re absurd.”
The girl on the other end stuttered, caught off guard. “Wait… what? She has a girlfriend?”
Paige smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Yeah, we’re…relatively new ya know.”
Azzi let out a quiet incredulous laugh, but Paige didn’t break her smirk. The awkward silence stretched before the girl on the other end cleared her throat. “Oh… I didn’t know. My bad I’ll stop calling.”
“No problem,” Paige said brightly before ending the call and sliding the phone back across the table.
Azzi stared at her, half in shock, half in disbelief. “Did you really just do that?”
Paige leaned back in her seat, a fry in hand as she smirked. “Problem solved. You’re welcome.”
Azzi shook her head, though a smile was creeping onto her lips. “You’re insane.”
Paige popped the fry into her mouth and shrugged. “Hey, she’s not gonna bother you anymore.”
Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but now she probably thinks I’m some cheater.”
Paige shrugged again, casually eating another fry. “Better that than her blowing up your phone,” she said, clearly not bothered. “Besides, it’s not like you wanted to talk to her anyway so it doesn’t really matter.”
Azzi leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she studied Paige. “You’re a menace, you know that?”
Paige grinned leaning forward too. “Well she’s another one off your back, so you can stop pretending like you don’t want to sleep with me now.”
Azzi shot her a teasing look. “Nope still won’t. You’re probably dead last on my list if we’re being honest. Last person on earth kind of thing.”
Paige laughed, leaning back in her chair with a cocky smile. “You’re lying. Everyone wants to sleep with me.”
Azzi rolled her eyes, clearly used to this from Paige. “Well, not me.”
Paige raised an eyebrow, grinning mischievously. “Yeah whatever. You’ve definitely thought about it.”
Azzi laughed, shaking her head but not saying anything
Paige continued to grin, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Honestly, though, a piece of advice: if you’re trying to do the whole sleeping-around thing, don’t give out your number. They get really persistent around here.”
Azzi shot her a pointed look, her fork hovering over her plate. “I’m not sleeping around,” she said firmly, her voice laced with a hint of exasperation.
Paige quirked an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table. “So, what, you’re just talking to them for a day and getting bored?” Her tone was teasing, but there was curiosity behind it, as though she were trying to piece together Azzi’s behavior.
Azzi shifted in her seat, setting her fork down and holding Paige’s gaze. “Yeah, I guess,” she said, her voice steady but her expression unreadable.
“Hm,” Paige murmured, dragging out the sound as she tilted her head, studying Azzi like she didn’t quite believe her. She let the answer sit for a moment before leaning back in her chair, popping another fry into her mouth.
Azzi’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward slightly. “I’m serious, Paige. I’m not sleeping with anyone.” There was an unexpected intensity in her voice, like it was important—necessary—for Paige to understand.
Paige blinked, her chewing slowing as Azzi’s tone caught her off guard. She quickly swallowed, waving a fry in Azzi’s direction with a half-smile. “Okay, okay, no need to get defensive,” she said lightly, trying to play it off though her heart raced a little at Azzi’s proclamation.
Azzi’s gaze softened, but she didn’t back down. “I’m not being defensive. I just…” She paused, glancing away for a moment before meeting Paige’s eyes again. “Wanted you to know I’m serious.”
Paige’s smirk faltered slightly, her own expression flickering between surprise and something softer. She quickly covered it up with a shrug, leaning back in her chair and reaching for her drink. “Got it,” she said casually, her tone breezy as if trying to move the conversation along.
Azzi watched her for a long moment, her lips pressing into a thin line, but she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she picked up her fork again, though her focus remained split between her food and Paige.
“Speaking of sleeping around,” Azzi said suddenly, her voice lighter now as she shot Paige a teasing grin, “I haven’t been woken up by some absolutely over-dramatic and ridiculous noise coming from your room in a while.”
Paige sat up straight, a confident smirk spreading across her face. “It’s definitely not over-dramatic. I’m good at what I do, trust me.”
Azzi leaned in slightly, her lips curving into a challenging smile. “I think you’re all talk. You sure you’re not full of it and pick girls who you know will put on a show?”
Paige’s eyes sparkled with playful defiance. “You say that often. It makes it really seem like you wanna find out for yourself.
Azzi paused for a second, caught off guard but seemingly intrigued, but before she could say anything Paige quickly added, “But seriously I told you—they don’t have what I’m looking for.”
Azzi leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a skeptical look. “You’re seriously telling me you haven’t slept with anyone since August?”
Paige shrugged, her expression uncharacteristically serious as she pushed a fry around her plate. “Yeah more or less. Guess I’ve been a little picky lately”
Azzi still not convinced. “Picky, huh? What about that brunette you brought back to the room? Looked like she was exactly your type.”
Paige shrugged again, even more nonchalant this time. “Didn’t work out,” she said simply, popping a fry into her mouth as if the subject didn’t warrant further explanation.
Azzi’s eyebrows shot up, clearly not satisfied with the vague response. “Didn’t work out? Really? I’m pretty sure she was more than willing. What happened?”
Paige let out a soft laugh, finally meeting Azzi’s curious gaze. “I was tired. Practice wiped me out that day. Not much else to it.”
Azzi tilted her head, studying Paige as if trying to figure out if she was being serious. “Tired? Since when do you let being ‘tired’ stop you?”
Paige caught herself slightly by surprise with her answer. “Since I didn’t feel like wasting my energy on something that wasn’t what I really wanted anyway.”
Azzi’s eyes widened slightly, her brow furrowing as she searched Paige’s face for any sign of a joke. “Okay, wait, so… you’re telling me you, Paige Bueckers—” she gestured dramatically at Paige—“hasn’t slept with anyone in almost two months?”
“Yup something like that,” Paige said simply, her tone nonchalant as if she were talking about the weather. She avoided Azzi’s gaze, casually picking at her food like this revelation wasn’t a big deal.
Azzi scoffed, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. “Come on, P. You expect me to believe that? You’ve had girls in the room. You’re just… what? Not interested anymore?”
Paige shrugged, still not looking at Azzi. “I told you—they were boring,” she repeated, her voice steady, though the corner of her mouth twitched.
Azzi studied her, her expression caught between disbelief and something softer. “Seriously?”
Paige finally glanced up, her eyes meeting Azzi’s for a brief moment before flickering away. “Yeah. Seriously Azzi.” She didn’t elaborate, didn’t explain herself further, and instead grabbed another fry like the conversation was over.
Azzi leaned back again, still processing. A small smirk tugged at her lips as she analyzed Paige, but she didn’t push the subject. “Well, color me shocked,” she said after a moment, her tone teasing but her eyes lingering on Paige a little longer than usual.
Paige grinned, the tension breaking as she gestured at Azzi’s phone. “See? You should take notes from me. No boring hookups, no clingy girls blowing up your phone.”
Azzi shook her head, laughing softly. “You’re ridiculous.”
…
A week or so later, the team was all gearing up for a Halloween party at Ted's. Paige had been running behind all day—between a study session for an upcoming test and a Big East appearance she had to do—it was already well past the time she’d planned to be ready. She ended up leaving the dorms with Nika and Ice, who, as always, were taking far too long to get dressed.
By the time they arrived at Ted’s, it was already crowded with a few members of the team. The place was decked out in Halloween decorations—cobwebs, fake pumpkins, and spooky lights everywhere. As they entered, Paige was greeted by her teammates, some already in full costume, others just in casual party attire. She was relieved to finally take a break from everything.
Nika and Ice disappeared into the crowd, leaving Paige to herself for a moment. She wandered over to a table where a few others were already hanging out, grabbing a drink and chatting, when the door swung open again. Paige turned her head, her gaze immediately locking on Azzi.
Azzi walked in with a girl, the girl's arm casually wrapped around Azzi’s and Paige’s heart skipped a beat. It was unexpected. Azzi had never really brought a girl around before. Her eyes flickered over to Azzi, and for the first time the sight felt almost jarring.
But Paige's smile didn't falter as she immediately walked over to them, greeting Azzi like she always did in a quick hug wrapping her arms around her waist. "Hey Az,” she said casually trying to brush off her feelings.
Azzi's response was a bit too tight. She gave Paige the usual hug, but there was something about her that seemed a little more hesitant than usual.
"This is Emily," Azzi said, her voice a bit more careful than Paige was used to. She motioned to the girl beside her.
Paige shifted her attention to Emily, offering a friendly smile as she extended her hand. “Wassup, I’m Paige.”
Emily shook her hand firmly, a wide smile on her face. She was completely calm, definitely more relaxed than Azzi. There was no hesitation from Emily—if anything, she seemed excited to finally be in Azzi’s company, her energy warm and open.
She gave Emily a small nod before letting her gaze drift back to Azzi, almost unconsciously. There was something different in the way Azzi stood now, the way she shifted nervously, avoiding eye contact for just a second too long.
"Emily's in one of my classes," Azzi added quickly, like she was explaining something. She glanced between Paige and Emily before giving Paige a tight smile.
Paige simply nodded, trying to keep the tension from creeping into her expression. "Cool," she said, forcing herself to sound casual.
Trying to keep her composure, Paige gave both Azzi and Emily a tight smile and a nod before turning toward the bar. She needed a shot, or maybe two.
From her spot by the bar where she was sitting with Ice, Paige’s eyes wandered across the room more often than she liked to admit, always landing on Azzi. She didn’t mean to look; it just happened. Once, she caught Azzi glancing back at her, and their eyes locked for a moment too long. Paige quickly turned away, pretending to be engrossed in her conversation with Ice, while Azzi shifted awkwardly in her seat, murmuring something to Emily who smiled.
The sound of a voice nearby pulled Paige from her thoughts. A short tan brunette with a confident smile leaned against the bar beside her, a knowing glint in her eye. Paige recognized her immediately—she’d seen her around campus before.
"Hey," the girl said, her tone casual but pointed. "Haven’t seen you around in a while."
Paige sighed internally, offering a faint smile. "Yeah, just been busy."
The girl leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to something more intimate. "Well, maybe we could catch up sometime? Maybe later tonight?"
Paige glanced briefly toward Azzi’s table, her eyes narrowing when she saw Azzi looking her way. Azzi quickly averted her gaze, but Paige caught the way her fingers drummed against her glass trying to pretend like she wasn’t watching the interaction.
Paige turned back to the brunette and shook her head, her tone polite but firm. " Sorry not tonight."
The girl looked surprised but chuckled softly, leaning back with a shrug. "Alright, another time."
As she walked away, Paige exhaled, her hand tightening around her drink. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Azzi still watching her. Their eyes met again, and this time, Paige held the gaze for just a beat longer before looking away, her heart pounding in a way that annoyed her into drinking more.
"Seriously, Paige?" Ice’s voice broke through her thoughts as she appeared beside her again, a fresh drink in hand. "That’s the fourth girl you’ve brushed off tonight. What’s going wrong with you?"
Paige, feigning indifference. "I’m just not in the mood, Ice. Let it go."
Ice smirked, her tone teasing. "Not in the mood, huh?"
Paige’s jaw tightened, but she forced a casual shrug. "Don’t start with me."
Ice raised her hands in mock surrender, though her grin lingered. "Hey, I’m just saying. Everyone’s noticed you’re off tonight."
Paige glared at her, but Ice just laughed and walked away, leaving Paige to stew in her thoughts.
The night dragged on, and Paige tried her best to keep her distance from Azzi. She clung to Ice and KK, letting their jokes and usual loudness fill the silence in her head. But no matter how much she tried to avoid it, her eyes kept drifting back to Azzi. Each time, it stung a little more and each time it stung Paige found herself another drink.
It wasn’t until much later in the night that Paige found herself trapped at a table with Azzi, Emily, and a few other teammates. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but there she was, sitting directly across from Azzi and Emily.
Emily, trying to be the social one, was trying to make small talk. She leaned forward, smiling brightly as she addressed Paige. "Azzi's told me a lot about you tonight," Emily said. "You’re her best friend, right?"
Paige forced a polite smile, leaning back in her chair. "Yeah, for sure," she said, her tone light but distant.
Emily beamed, seemingly oblivious to the underlying tension. "That’s so cute. You must have so many stories about her."
Paige’s eyes flicked to Azzi, who was suddenly very interested in the condensation on her glass. Azzi’s knee bounced nervously under the table, a subtle but telling sign that no one else could see.
"Yup," Paige said, her voice steady. "Gotten to know her pretty well since she got to campus."
Azzi finally looked up, her expression unreadable. Paige’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before Emily pulled her attention back.
"So, Paige," Emily continued, "Azzi said you guys live with each other too. That must be fun, always having your best friend around."
Paige’s smile tightened, and she glanced at Azzi again. "Yeah, it’s great," she said evenly.
Azzi shifted in her seat, her discomfort becoming more apparent. Paige couldn’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction, though it was quickly followed by guilt knowing she didn’t have the right to act like this.
Azzi cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence. "Emily, do you want another drink?" she asked, already standing up.
Emily looked at her half-full glass but nodded. "Sure."
Azzi turned to Paige briefly, her eyes darting away almost as quickly as they met hers. "Be right back," she muttered before heading to the bar.
Paige exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself as Emily continued talking, but her focus wasn’t on the conversation. Her gaze kept drifting to Azzi, now at the bar waiting for drinks. Paige barely registered Emily’s words before excusing herself, standing abruptly. “Be right back,” she muttered, not giving Emily a chance to respond.
She made her way to the bar, her steps unhurried but deliberate. Azzi’s back was to her, and Paige took a moment to take in the sight of her standing there, fingers drumming lightly against the counter. As Paige sauntered up, she flagged down the bartender, ordering two more shots before leaning casually against the bar beside Azzi.
Azzi glanced at her briefly, before looking forward again. “You’ve been drinking a lot tonight,” Azzi remarked as she picked up one of the drinks meant for Emily.
Paige smirked faintly, putting one of the shots in her hand. “And you’re not?”
Azzi raised a brow, her voice carrying some amusement. “I’m not the one throwing back shots every twenty minutes.”
Paige shrugged, downing one of her shots and setting the empty glass on the counter. “Guess I needed it tonight.”
Azzi’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t press the point. Instead, she busied herself with grabbing the second drink the bartender put down.
Paige tilted her head, studying her for a moment. “So, Emily…” she began, her tone light but unmistakably pointed.
Azzi froze for a split second before sighing, her tone carrying a warning. “Paige..leave her alone she’s nice.”
“What?” Paige said innocently, lifting her hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t say anything.”
Azzi turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting Paige’s. “Tell me, why does it seem like she’s bothering you so much all of a sudden?”
Paige’s response was immediate, too quick to be casual. “She’s not.”
Azzi’s lips quirked into a knowing smile. “Sure. Whatever you say.” Her voice was low as she picked up the drinks. Without another word, she turned on her heel, walking back toward the table.
Paige watched her go, her throat tightening as she watched Azzi weave through the crowd with practiced ease. The sight of her walking away stung more than she cared to admit.
Swallowing hard, Paige grabbed her second shot, tossing it back with ease before setting the glass down harder than necessary. “Another,” she muttered to the bartender, her voice rough, her gaze locked firmly on the counter in front of her.
By the time Paige made her way back to the table, the alcohol had fully settled into her system. Her movements were loose, and her laughter came a little louder, her words a little slower. Azzi, though clearly drunk, still carried herself with more composure—a reflection of her usual self-control. But Paige knew Azzi had been drinking just as much, maybe more, and the only reason she was holding it together better was likely Emily’s presence.
Paige plopped down next to Nika, her arm immediately slinging around her shoulders. “Nika!” she exclaimed with exaggerated enthusiasm, pulling the other girl close.
Nika laughed, patting Paige on the head like a puppy. “Alright, twin. You’re heavy when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” Paige insisted again, her grin widening as she protested. “I’m just happy, okay?”
Ice laughed, exchanging a glance with Nika. “Yeah, happy and about two steps away from falling over,” she teased. “Let’s see how ‘fine’ you really are. Stand up.”
Paige groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “Do I have to?”
“Yes, you do,” Nika chimed in, gently nudging Paige to sit up straighter. “C’mon, you’re not getting out of this. Show us you can still stand.”
Paige huffed but finally pushed herself up, wobbling slightly as she stood. “See? Totally fine.”
Ice wasn’t convinced, standing as well and pulling Paige toward the open space where a few people were dancing. “Okay, then show us. You’re dancing with us. Let’s go.”
Nika followed, grinning as she took Paige’s other hand. “If you can keep up, we’ll believe you.”
“I can totally keep up,” Paige shot back, rolling her eyes as she drunkenly let them guide her toward the makeshift dance floor.
Azzi’s gaze flickered up at the sound of Paige’s laughter. She tilted her head slightly, her expressional probably unreadable to anyone looking at her, though a flicker of something clear crossed her face before she quickly looked away.
Azzi was trying to stay engaged in conversation with Emily, but her focus kept drifting back to Paige. She noticed how Paige’s clinginess with Ice and Nika seemed much more exaggerated tonight, as if she was trying to prove something—or distract herself. And while Azzi maintained her usual calm facade, the sight of Paige all over someone else left an ache she didn’t fully understand—or want to admit to so she just drank some more.
…
Later into the night Emily was leaning into Azzi now, her hand lazily trailing down Azzi’s arm as she giggled at something incoherent. Azzi shifted uncomfortably, brushing Emily off as subtly as she could. “Emily, stop,” she muttered under her breath, her eyes darting toward the other end of the table where Paige sat again.
Paige hadn’t taken her eyes off the two of them since she got back to the table, her jaw clenching tighter with every passing second. Her fingers tapped impatiently against the table, the growing irritation unmistakable. A server arrived at the table with a tray of shots, setting them in front of her. Without hesitation, Paige grabbed the first one and tossed it back, the burn doing little to dull the knot in her chest.
KK, now seated beside her, gave her a sidelong glance. “Yo you okay, P boogers?” she asked cautiously.
“I’m Fine KK,” Paige replied curtly, reaching for another shot.
KK wasn’t convinced, and neither was Ice, who had been keeping a close eye on her the whole night. “You sure? You kinda powering through those girly pop,” KK pressed but tried to keep it casual.
Paige ignored her, downing the second shot and setting the glass down harder than necessary. Her focus was unwavering, her blue eyes locked on Azzi and Emily as frustration bubbled just beneath the surface.
Azzi noticed. She always noticed. And as much as she tried to keep herself composed, the tension radiating from Paige was impossible to ignore. She sighed, brushing Emily’s hand away once more before murmuring something about needing another drink but instead of going towards the bar, she detoured to Paige at the other end of the table.
Azzi knew Paige wouldn’t listen to anyone else—not KK, not Ice, not even Nika. She had to be the one to step in.
Stopping just behind Paige, Azzi hesitated for a moment, her dark eyes scanning the empty glasses in front of her. “P,” she said softly, keeping her voice low and steady.
Paige gripped the edge of the table, her fingers tight against the smooth surface. Her chest felt tight, frustration and jealousy swirling in a storm she couldn’t contain. Paige knew this wasn’t who she was—not the kind of person who sulked on a night out, who drank just to dull the sting of emotions she didn’t want to name. Certainly not someone who acted this way toward her best friend who had technically done nothing wrong. This is why Paige hated anything to do with feeling things for someone.
But here she was, glaring daggers at the table, pretending not to notice Azzi’s approach.
Azzi’s voice cut through the fog of her thoughts, soft but firm. “Paige, what are you doing?”
Paige didn’t look up, swallowing hard against the knot in her throat. You shouldn’t be mad at her, she told herself, but her brain wasn't listening. “What does it look like I’m doing Azzi?” she muttered, reaching for another shot glass, her movements sharper than they needed to be.
Before she could bring the glass to her lips, Ice’s hand shot out from across the table, plucking it from her grasp. “Yeah, no. You’re done,” Ice said firmly, tilting her head back and downing the shot herself before Paige could protest.
“Hey!” Paige exclaimed, glaring at Ice, though her words came out more pouty than angry. Clearly her anger was only reserved for Azzi.
Azzi’s stomach twisted. This wasn’t Paige—not the Paige she had grown to know, the one who was always composed, always steady. This was someone unraveling in front of her, and Azzi couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that she was partly to blame. She hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. Running into Emily earlier on campus had been innocent enough, a friendly moment that turned into a casual invitation to Ted’s. She hadn’t thought much of it then. She should’ve, and she did as soon as she walked into Ted’s earlier that night and saw Paige’s face.
“Paige,” Azzi said again, stepping closer, her voice tinged with urgency. “You know this isn’t you. Let someone take you home.”
Paige finally looked up, her blue eyes now glassy with clear hurt, but her anger still simmered just beneath the surface. “And what is me, Azzi?” she shot back, her tone biting. “Because you seem to know everything about me these days right.”
Azzi winced, her expression softening. She could see it now—how hurt Paige was, how hard she was trying to mask it with indifference and alcohol. She reached out, resting her hand lightly on Paige’s forearm. “Come on,” she murmured, “this isn’t the place for this. We can talk later.”
Paige stiffened under her touch, her jaw clenching. For a moment, she didn’t move, didn’t say anything, just stared blankly ahead. Azzi’s heart sank. This isn’t working.
“Paige,” Azzi tried again, her voice quieter now, almost pleading. She shifted her hand, her fingers curling gently around Paige’s wrist, her thumb brushing against the pulse point there that was racing. The touch was intimate—something she wouldn’t normally do—but she needed Paige to feel her, to hear her. “Paige, can you look at me please?”
Paige’s breath hitched at the touch as she lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Azzi. The softness in Azzi’s brown eyes caught her off guard, cutting through her defenses in a way she didn’t like. For a second, neither of them said anything. Paige could feel the warmth of Azzi’s touch, grounding her, steadying her, and the guilt crept in again.
“Please,” Azzi said, her voice low but insistent. “Can you please go home? For me? I promise I’ll see you there and we can talk.”
Paige exhaled shakily, the tension in her shoulders easing just slightly. She hated how Azzi could do this—how she could cut through all of Paige’s anger and stubbornness with just a look, a touch, a few simple words.
“Fine Az,” she muttered, her voice hoarse. She pushed herself up from the table, wobbling slightly before Ice, who watched the whole encounter, was suddenly at her side, steadying her. Paige glanced at Azzi one last time, her expression softer now but still guarded. “You happy?”
Azzi didn’t answer right away, her throat tight. She just nodded, watching as Ice, Nika, and KK gently guided Paige toward the door. She wanted to say something—wanted to explain, even though she didn’t have to. She wanted to make Paige feel better to make her understand that whatever it was that was bothering her could be fixed. But the words wouldn’t come.
By the time Azzi got home, it was 3:17 AM. She glanced at her phone, muttering under her breath. She’d waited about an hour and a half to come home—partly to give Paige some time to sober up, partly because she needed to figure out what she’d even say if Paige wanted to talk at all. If she’s still awake, Azzi thought, though a part of her knew Paige wouldn’t be sleeping. Paige could never really sleep if she was upset about something.
After showering, Azzi made her way down the hall. She didn’t hesitate when she reached Paige’s door, her hand already on the handle. She never knocked on Paige’s door. She didn’t need to. It was her. With a quiet sigh, she pushed the door open.
Paige was lying on her bed, her hands behind her head, her face illuminated by the soft moonlight streaming through the window. Her expression was unreadable, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as if she was lost in a world that didn’t make any sense.
“Paige,” Azzi called out softly, stepping inside.
Paige didn’t respond.
Azzi shut the door behind her, walking closer. She hesitated slightly before crawling onto the bed, mirroring Paige’s position. They lay side by side, just barely brushing against one another.
The silence was unbearable to Azzi. “Are you going to talk to me?” Azzi asked quietly, glancing over at her.
“Don’t really feel like talking Azzi,” Paige replied, her voice low, distant.
Azzi’s chest tightened. She’d never seen Paige like this, at least not with her—closed off, angry, yet clearly hurting. It was unnerving, and Azzi didn’t really know what to do. Paige had always been the annoyingly persistent one when it came to things like this. But now, there was a wall between them, and Azzi didn’t know how to break it down.
“P,” Azzi tried again, turning onto her side so she could face her fully. “I need to know what’s going on in your head. Please.”
Paige didn’t look at her, her jaw tightening. “I don’t know what you want me to say Azzi,” she muttered.
“Anything,” Azzi said softly. “Just… let me in. You can even ramble like you always do when you’re upset. I’ll find a way to understand.”
Paige let out a sharp breath, finally turning her head to meet Azzi’s gaze. “Why do you even care?”
Azzi flinched slightly at the coldness in her tone, but she held her ground. “Because you’re my best friend,” she said firmly. “Because I need to know what happened that made you this mad at me.”
Paige looked away, her hands falling from behind her head to rest on her stomach. Her lips pressed into a thin line, as if she was fighting to keep something in.
Azzi’s voice softened. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen tonight. I didn’t even plan on seeing Emily if that’s what it is—I ran into her earlier on campus, and—”
“Azzi, stop,” Paige interrupted, her voice cutting through the air.
Azzi blinked, startled by the sudden shift in her tone. “What?”
“I can’t listen to this right now, I don’t want to hear it.” Paige said, her voice breaking slightly.
Azzi reached out instinctively, her hand brushing against Paige’s arm. “Please, Paige. Don’t shut me out like this.”
Paige’s breath hitched at the contact, her body tensing. She closed her eyes for a moment, as if trying to harden herself. When she opened them again, she turned her head to meet Azzi’s gaze once more.
And then, without warning, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Azzi’s.
The kiss was sudden, almost desperate, and it caught Azzi completely off guard. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t hesitate for long. After a heartbeat, she kissed Paige back, her hand sliding up to cup the side of Paige’s face.
For a moment, the world seemed to stop. All the tension, the anger, the confusion—it all melted away as Paige lost herself in the kiss.
The second Azzi kissed her back, Paige’s restraint shattered. She deepened the kiss, her hands sliding up Azzi’s sides with an urgency that made it clear—words weren’t enough. Paige didn’t know how to explain what was going on in her head, so she wasn’t going to try. She’d show Azzi instead.
Azzi let out a soft sound as Paige pulled her closer, her fingers tangling in the fabric of Azzi’s sweatshirt. The intensity of the moment consumed them both, and before she realized what she was doing, Azzi had shifted. Her legs moved instinctively, straddling Paige’s hips as she leaned into her, desperate to get impossibly closer.
Their breaths mingled, hot and unsteady, as Azzi’s hands slid up to cradle Paige’s face.
Paige’s hands settled on Azzi’s waist, gripping tightly as if anchoring herself. Her mind was spinning, but her body acted on instinct, pulling Azzi closer, needing her in a way she couldn’t fully comprehend.
Azzi broke the kiss briefly, her forehead resting against Paige’s as she tried to catch her breath. “Paige,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “what are we doing?”
Paige’s eyes fluttered open, dark with too many emotions. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice raw, “but I don’t want to stop.”
Azzi’s lips parted as she searched Paige’s face, her own emotions swirling between confusion and something deeper—something undeniable. Her thumbs brushed against Paige’s cheeks as if she was considering something but before could get too far in thought she leaned in again, capturing Paige’s lips with a renewed passion.
Time seemed to blur as the kiss deepened once more, both of them losing themselves in each other.
After what felt like an eternity yet no time at all, Azzi, her breath shallow and her body humming with adrenaline, pulled back just enough to sit up. In one swift motion, she snatched her shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the side.
Paige froze for a moment, her eyes locking on Azzi with an intensity that sent a shiver down the younger girl’s spine. Paige’s piercing blue eyes immediately softened, filled with something Azzi couldn’t name—a mix of curiosity, admiration, and longing. Azzi had never been looked at like that before, and it nearly made her heart beat out of her chest. But before she could say anything, Paige moved.
Smooth and deliberate, Paige flipped them over with practiced ease, her movements confident but gentle. Now hovering above Azzi, Paige reached down, her fingers curling under the hem of her own shirt. She pulled it off in one fluid motion, the action seamless, as though she’d done it a hundred times before.
Azzi’s breath caught at this, her mind snagging briefly on the thought of Paige’s history—how she’d done this many times before, with others. A pang of insecurity and fear flickered in her chest, but before it could take root, Paige leaned down and kissed her again, erasing the thought entirely.
This kiss was different—deeper, slower, and impossibly more intimate. One of Paige’s hands found Azzi’s waist, her thumb brushing lightly against her bare skin as if reassuring her without words. Azzi let herself sink into the sensation, her fingers trailing up Paige’s back, pulling her closer.
Breaking the kiss slowly, Paige’s lips began to move, leaving a trail of warmth along Azzi’s jawline and down the curve of her neck. Each touch was soft and deliberate, as if Paige were savoring every moment, every inch of her. Her movements slowed as she reached Azzi’s collarbone, pressing tender kisses there before continuing her journey downward.
Azzi’s breath hitched, her body responding to Paige’s touch in ways that felt both foreign and achingly familiar. She sighed softly, her chest rising and falling as she gave in completely to the sensation. No one had ever touched her like this—so carefully, so full of emotion. It was as though Paige was speaking without words, pouring something unnameable into every kiss and brush of her lips, but Azzi knew these thoughts were too good to be true.
Paige’s hands remained steady, grounding them both. She trailed her fingertips lightly over Azzi’s skin, her touch soft and adoring, as though she was committing every detail of Azzi to memory. She didn’t know how to explain the storm of emotions swirling inside her—didn’t even know how to name them. All she knew was that she wanted Azzi to feel it, to understand everything she couldn’t put into words. Maybe after this Azzi would understand just how much Paige felt for her.
As her kisses traveled lower, Paige’s lips hovered over Azzi’s stomach, lingering there for a moment. Her blue eyes flicked upward, meeting Azzi’s gaze. The intensity in her eyes made Azzi’s breath catch again, her chest tightening with something she now knew she definitely wasn’t ready to admit.
Paige dipped her head once more, her lips and tongue brushing against Azzi’s skin in a way that made Azzi’s fingers instinctively tangle in Paige’s hair. It wasn’t to pull her away—it was to pull her closer. The gentle tug was almost pleading, and Paige responded without hesitation, her kisses growing firmer but still unhurried.
Azzi’s head tilted back, her lips parting as soft, breathy sighs continued to escape her. There was something overwhelming in the way Paige touched her, something so raw and genuine that it made Azzi’s heart ache. For the first time, she felt completely seen, completely cared for—like she was the only person in the world that mattered to Paige in this moment.
Paige continued her journey, her lips brushing along Azzi’s stomach with a softness that sent shivers racing across her skin. She lingered there, her mouth pressing delicate kisses that deepened into soft, gentle marks—tiny secrets left behind for only Azzi to carry. Paige’s touch was deliberate, her actions slow and intentional, as she was trying to show Azzi that every second of this meant everything to her.
When her lips reached Azzi’s waistband, Paige stilled. She glanced up, her bright blue eyes meeting Azzi’s gaze in silent questions. Are you okay with this? Are you comfortable? Are you sure this is what you want? She didn’t say a word, but the softness in her expression spoke volumes, her fingers hovering patiently as she waited for Azzi’s answer.
Azzi’s breath caught in her throat, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, she gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. It wasn’t rushed or uncertain—it was full of trust.
Paige let out a soft exhale, her fingers sliding skillfully but gently under the fabric, easing everything off with a care that made Azzi’s heart pound. As Paige settled herself between Azzi’s legs, her gaze remained on Azzi’s face steady, unwavering, silently ensuring that every moment was as safe and wanted as it was intimate.
When Paige made her first deliberate movement with her tongue, Azzi’s back arched off the bed, a sharp breath escaping her as her fingers instinctively gripped the sheets. The sensation was new, overwhelming, and unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Her mind spun as she tried to ground herself in the moment, and suddenly, all those dramatic, loud sounds she’d overheard in the past—the ones she’d dismissed as obnoxious—didn’t seem so exaggerated anymore as she bit her lip to stay quiet and Paige was just getting started.
Paige, for her part, was focused entirely on Azzi, her every movement a deliberate expression of emotion she didn’t know how to verbalize. Each touch, each kiss, was filled with unspoken words—feelings Paige couldn’t stomach to define herself but desperately wanted Azzi to understand. Her hands moved softly to Azzi’s hips, steadying her as she continued her slow, deliberate exploration.
Azzi’s fingers found their way into Paige’s hair again, tangling there as if to anchor herself in the overwhelming sensations. ��Paige…” she whispered, her voice trembling but filled with something unnameable—a mix of disbelief and emotion she couldn’t contain. Paige paused for just a moment, lifting her head slightly to meet Azzi’s gaze.
��Is this okay?” Paige asked softly, her voice hoarse speaking for the first time in a while, her expression filled with care.
Azzi nodded quickly, her eyes glassy and vulnerable. “Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck…more than okay. You feel so amazing.”
Encouraged by Azzi’s words, Paige returned to her task, her movements deliberate but tender, her gaze flicking up now and then to watch Azzi’s reactions. It wasn’t about control or skill—it was about connection, about giving Azzi everything she couldn’t say aloud.
Azzi’s head tilted back against the pillows, her breaths coming in uneven gasps, her hands tightening in Paige’s hair. For the first time, she felt utterly overwhelmed not just by sensation, but by the emotion behind it—the weight of feeling so deeply cared for, so completely adored and it scared the hell out of her not knowing what this meant for Paige.
…
The next morning the sunlight filtering through the curtains seemed almost mocking as Paige stirred awake. For a moment, a small, peaceful smile tugged at her lips as the events of the previous night floated to the forefront of her mind. But as she blinked fully into consciousness, the absence beside her became obvious. The bed was empty, the sheets cold to the touch, with no sign of Azzi anywhere.
A dull ache settled in her chest, and Paige sat up slowly, running a hand through her now tangled hair. She glanced around her room for any trace of Azzi—her shirt, her phone. Anything. But there was nothing. No sign of what had happened.
Swallowing against the faint sting in her throat, Paige grabbed her phone from the nightstand, her thumb hovering over the screen. No messages. No missed calls. She checked the desk next, looking for a note maybe, before exhaling a sharp, frustrated breath. Paige was telling herself it was fine, Azzi was probably just in her room.
Throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, Paige headed out of her room, her steps purposeful despite the sinking feeling in her chest. As she reached Azzi’s door, her heart stuttered slightly—it was open, the bed neatly made, the room devoid of its usual presence.
Paige felt her chest tighten further, her palms becoming sweaty by her sides as she stood there, staring at the empty space.
Paige turned, pushing down the emotions threatening to spill over, and walked across the hall to Ice’s room. Knocking softly, she called out, “Hey, Ice, you up?”
The door creaked open, revealing Ice working on something on her computer. “Yeah what’s up, P?”
Paige shifted on her feet, trying to keep her voice even. “Have you seen Azzi this morning? Is she around?”
Ice frowned, shaking her head. “Nah, she wasn’t in there when I woke up. I thought she was taking care of you in your room or something.”
The words hit harder than Paige expected, and for a moment, she stood frozen, trying to mask the way her chest suddenly felt like it had caved in. Ice tilted her head. “You good?”
Blinking rapidly to fight the tears threatening to surface, Paige forced a tight smile. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Thanks.” She turned quickly, not waiting for a response, and headed back to her own room.
The second she shut the door behind her, her composure cracked. Paige leaned back against the door, her eyes glossy as her chest heaved with the effort to hold it all in. The memories of Azzi from the night before played on an endless loop in her mind—the sounds she made, her soft gaze, the way Paige felt like everything finally made sense.
And now she was just... gone.
Paige dragged her hands over her face forcing herself not to cry as frustration and hurt twisted inside her clawing at every piece of her. She didn’t know what to think or feel, only that the ache in her chest felt unbearable.
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Guys Guys GUYSSS I have oh, Oh so many Thoughts right now.
Imagine:
Kiss the Girl scene with MC and TWST’s version of Ariel.
Rielle (his fan-given name) goes to Azul, saying he wants to become a human forever to stay with a human he’s fallen in love with!!
And who’s Azul to deny him?
He quickly finds out that the human he’s fallen for is NRA’s one and only magicless hero.
You!!
And, of course, Azuls not one to make a contract without getting something in return.
Especially when Rielle’s into the human he’s got a teeny tiny HUGEEEE crush on.
Soo, he makes him a deal.
If he can kiss MC within 3 days by sundown, he becomes human forever, and gets to keep his voice.
And if he can’t?
Azul keeps his voice, and him, forever.
Rielle makes the deal without thinking, throwing a scale he ripped off into the pot, allowing Azul to take his voice.
Azul sends him away after the transaction is complete, handing a shell-shaped locket to Jade and Floyd, who were giggling, knowing how this would go.
After hearing the very stupid deal Rielle made, his friends quickly came up with a plan.
You two would have a romantic boat ride, and kiss there!!
It was full proof-it HAD to be!
After all, nearly two days have already passed. They have no choice now.
What none of them accounted for was you-unintentionally-knowing everything.
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“Rielle? Where are ya takin me?” You laughed as he pulled you along, not saying a word to you.
It seems as if he was giving you the silent treatment these past few days, not saying a single word.
It struck you as weird, if you were honest. Rielle was always a chatterbox, constantly talking about things he’d find on the ocean floor and his adventures under water.
However, after talking to his friends, Flounder and Neige, you found out he had a big performance soon and was on vocal rest.
You didn’t believe them at first, as they stuttered nervously throughout their entire explanation. But you knew at least Neige would never lie to you.
Right?
The whole situation reminded you of the original Little Mermaid, with his lost voice and all. He hadn’t even went into the ocean lately, which he tends to do after school.
It all brought a feeling of unease upon you.
Though, you knew Rielle wasn’t in love with anybody, let alone you.
There was no way he made a deal with Azul…right?
Rielle looked back at you, a playful smile on his lips as he brought a finger up, silently shushing you.
You rolled your eyes as you giggled, continuing to let yourself be dragged around by him.
Once you two reached your destination, he pulled back a curtain of long, glowing vines, revealing a small wooden boat.
Your mouth dropped, immediately feeling your stomach start to swarm with butterflies.
Either you were going crazy, or this is playing out exactly as it did in the movie.
The missing voice, the way he’s been weirdly close to you these past two days, not going into the ocean…and now this!?!
You’re going to kick Azuls ass.
Rielle snapped you out of your trance, giving you a worried look.
“Ah, sorry! Don’t worry, I’m fine.” You nervously laughed it off, chewing on your bottom lip.
Rielle got into the boat first, testing the durability of it. Once he felt that it was fine, he reached his hand out to you softly, looking at you with eyes filled with something you couldn’t pinpoint.
You blushed as you took his hand, allowing him to yank you into his hard chest.
He held you there for a moment. His other arm around your waist as he held your hand close to his heart.
You didn’t dare look up. You wouldn’t allow yourself to.
You gently pushed yourself away from his chest, clearing your throat.
“So..you took me out here in the middle of the night to take a boat ride, huh?” You smiled, giggling a bit.
He grabbed your hands once again, making you look up at him.
You regretted it almost immediately.
He looked undeniably gorgeous under the soft yellow lights of the fire flies around you. A dark red covered his cheeks, and even his ears! The color rivaled his hair. His mouth was slightly agape as he stared down at you, seemingly speechless.
He nodded quickly, letting go of you and pushing the boat off before you had time to sit, making you fall back.
“Damn, a warning would’ve been nice..” you said lightheartedly, rubbing your sore back as you looked down at the water.
Your eyes widened as you looked down, swearing you saw a green tail quickly swim past…
You felt Rielle grab your hands with his own, clearly looking apologetic.
“I’m fine, don’t worry!! I was joshin, don’t sweat it Rielle..” you reassured, feeling something bump the boat.
‘Shit…that’s gotta be Jade and Floyd!!’ you thought, biting your bottom lip again.
You looked at Rielle, seeing how his gaze was fixated on your lips. Your face flushed, suddenly feeling hot as you shuffled in your spot.
“Rielle, listen…” you trailed off, watching him snap up and meet your eyes.
“I know what’s happening to you. I know you’re cursed, and I know you have to…kiss me..to break it. I know everything, Rielle.”
You felt another bump under the boat, this one more aggressive than the last.
Rielle looked upset, distraught, concerned..he gripped your hands tighter as his mouth moved, but no sounds came out.
“It’s okay!!! It’s okay. I’m gonna get your voice back, don’t worry Rielle. But first…”
You practically ripped your hands away from his, standing on the boat as you struggled to find your balance.
“I’ve gotta grab something.”
You eyed one of the green, slippery tails that has been bumping into the boat, before grabbing onto it with a tight, firm grip, yanking up one of the tweels onto the boat.
“Shrimpy?” “Floyd! What the fuck?!”
“If you don’t go and get my friends voice back right now, so help me god I will-“
“Calmmmm dooooown Shrimpy! If you want this little mermaids-well, used to be little mermaids-voice back, you’re gonna have to kiss him!! Ooorrrrr, go hunt down Azul.”
“And we are not going to let that first option happen.” Jade chimed in, leaning against the boat now.
“Okay, first of all, I’m gonna hunt down Azul either way. I thought he was better than this but apparently he’s not-and YOU TWO aren’t either.”
“And you!” You turned to Rielle, “you sacrificed your mermaid powers for me?? WHY?! You can turn into a human anyways! There was no need to sacrifice that for me! I’m not worth sacrificing shit like THAT for! Let alone anything!!” You stressed, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, turning back to Jade and Floyd.
“Take me to Azul. Now. I’m gonna have a little..talk with his octopus ass.”
“Rielle, go back to RSA. I’ll come for you in the morning and let you know what happened, okay? Stay safe. Don’t make anymore stupid deals.” You leaned down to his height, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before getting yanked away by Floyd.
“Awwww come onnnn Shrimpy!~ Do we get kisses nowwww?” Floyd whined, squeezing you tightly.
“No, you guys aren’t getting anything from me until Rielle gets his voice back. Now let’s go.” You spoke sternly, wiggling yourself out of his slimy embrace.
“Of course, come on, let’s head back to NRA.” Jade chimed in, turning back into his human form as Floyd did the same, knowing you couldn’t breathe under water like they can.
You gave one last look at Rielle, a look full of determination, before walking off with the twins, sighing as Floyd began to talk your ear off.
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Part two Mayhaps?
This scenario has been playing in my mind since the live action Little Mermaid came out btw, I just hadn’t decided to write it out until nowwwww!!
I doooo have a pretty sick idea for a part two where MC (aka YOUUUU) gets Rielles voice back, but I’d love to know if you guys would like a part two just in case!
Byeeeeee guyssss >:0)
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst imagines#twst x reader#disney twst#fluff#twisted wonderland angst#twst angst#azul ashengrotto x reader#twst azul#tweels#floyd leech#jade leech#jade x reader#floyd x reader#twst rielle#rielle x reader#neige leblanche
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*DIGS YOU OUT FROM THE MUD* MOOOOOAR!!!! HDJSJSK once azul find out the secret behind his fave milk, floyd takes him out back and forces him to breed u to keep quiet and jade omg jad has the biggest balls and loves to put them on ur face aaaaaaa
AAAAAAAA YES YES YES OTL THANK YOU FOR DIGGING ME OUT.......... allow me to describe The Vision because I had more thoughts while I was trapped under the mud.
(cw: nsfw, female hucow reader, breeding, pregnancy, bull hybrid jade, lactation, there's really no plot here; just pure horny >_< )
✧ floyd has the biggest crush on you and it's so obvious, but he's not allowed to touch you because boring farm regulations and blah blah blah. >:( it wouldn't be good if another male's scent was on you when they're trying to pair you and jade together, and floyd thinks that's a stupid rule because you're his girl!!! he definitely doesn't follow it. maybe he promises to be good and pull out each time, maybe give you a bath to wash his scent off, just to keep things safe. he's so stupidly in love with you and it shows. orz his favorite thing to do is milk you because you make the cutest little sounds. he's painfully hard the entire time and he can't stop looking at your heavy tits, admiring the feel of them in his hands, or the way you tremble, your body alight with arousal. he's down so bad. he has to cap all of the bottles and stock them in the fridge first before he's going off to deal with his erection. T_T
✧ and jade......... he's a sly bastard. he knows floyd's in love with you (anyone could tell) and he takes every possible opportunity to stir up drama just for the fun of it. floyd threatens to send him off to the slaughterhouse if he keeps acting like an ass, but that's jade's specialty. <3 he just loves pressing you against the fence and rutting into you from behind, loves to drink straight from your tits, loves to fuck you in broad daylight so that everyone on the farm knows you're getting your guts rearranged by him. and floyd hates it! it's just not fair. why did they have to bring jade in? can't they just leave the breeding up to floyd? he'd gladly knock you up. but you and jade are so compatible and jade's so possessive of you, and the last time floyd tried to enter your pen he was swiftly kicked in the stomach. ;;;;;
✧ and azul!!!! he loves, loves, loves the milk from this farm. it's just so delicious; it's made the dishes at his restaurant taste even better than before. since he's an ambitious man, he originally visits the farm with the intention of purchasing whichever dairy cow is responsible for producing such high-quality milk just so he can get it straight from the source without having to go through the hoops of shipping and whatnot. but floyd's so evasive with answering his questions and as azul's leaving in a huff he passes the barn and spies you inside and...... now he needs you!!! he'll pay any price; he's desperate. floyd's dying inside because no one's supposed to know about you, but this loud-mouthed businessman knows and..... he allows azul to milk you so he can take a few bottles home for himself in exchange for his silence, and azul is so good at rizzing you that he ends up fucking you. and jade lets it happen because it's another fun way to watch floyd shrivel up and die. T_T he's so mean,,,,,
✧ and when you're pregnant, your milk production seems to double and you have to be milked multiple times a day because your tits get so heavy and full. floyd's living the dream, even more so when you weep and beg him to just fuck you already because you're soooo sensitive and soooo horny and you desperately need to be filled with cock; and jade's busy napping, so he can't do it. floyd gladly takes his place and he's the happiest in the world because after so long he finally gets to fuck you. he cums so much, all of it stuffed inside, and he cradles your belly so sweetly and tenderly.
✧ the alternative to this idea is that azul kidnaps you from the farm and keeps you captive in his home so that he can always have your milk for himself. not only for personal enjoyment but for the mostro lounge as well, and you hate him so much because he took you away from your home and friends and he keeps you shackled and collared with a little bell so you won't run away or escape. you've spent so long with him and you're months into your first pregnancy with him and he's been nothing but sweet and soft and he fucks you so good; and he's always so eager to milk you and he praises you constantly. stockholm syndrome kicks in and suddenly he's not so bad. suddenly you don't hate him anymore. suddenly you're riding him into the sheets with reckless abandon and coming apart on his cock because it feels so good and you love him so much and this is where you've always wanted to be. this is your home.
#twisted chit chat#n/sfw#tw: breeding#tw: lactation#tw: pregnancy#tw: hybrids#i might have to write something for that last plot with azuzu.......#i do not write about stockholm syndrome enough but the idea of hucow darling being conditioned to rely on him for everything is so good orz#because he's the one who does everything for you#and he's manipulated you so well that you no longer fear his touch and why should you when he's been nothing but kind and helpful and !!!!!#(burying myself under the mud this time because these thoughts are plaguing me)
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filler episodes ⏯ teaser [sungchan]
⏯ teaser word count: 1458 | full fic: 16.6k ⏯ warnings: general angst around not knowing what you’re doing with your life, the usual cursing ⏯ genre: fluff, suggestive/steamy but no actual smut, strangers to lovers, band au, punk drummer!sungchan, office worker!reader, not really badboy x good girl trope, more like sungchan has tattoos and reader is… a bit boring and hates her job. but she’s trying!, reader is having a quarter life crisis, ft. shotaro/eunseok/wonbin as sungchan’s bandmates, and nct dream 00 line as reader’s normal friends™ ⏯ estimated release: saturday, june 29, 2024 3:00 p.m. eastern time
Clutching your tote bag strap tighter to your body, you turned onto a street, trying to ignore the sun that was getting lower in the sky. Surely this way would lead towards your apartment. You’d lived in this city your whole life, you could walk from your work to your home, two places that you went to every single day.
There was a tall man outside one of the shops on this street, and you went to skirt around him on the sidewalk as he swept a few stray leaves and dirt out of a bookstore. Other than him, the street was fairly quiet, many of the stores having already closed up for the day.
“What are you doing?” The young man called out to you before you could fully pass him by.
You pivoted around on your heel, quickly looking around to see if there was anybody else that he could possibly be talking to. But it was definitely just you and him.
He looked about your age, wearing a cream pink long-sleeve button down presumably as part of the store uniform, though you weren’t sure if he really needed to have it buttoned all the way to the top button. It seemed a bit too warm out for that.
“Walking. Why?”
“This is the fourth time you’ve walked by here.” He did a sweeping point to the sidewalk in front of the shop, then leaned against the broom he had been cleaning with. “Wasn’t sure if you might have a particular destination in mind.”
“Fuck! I knew I was going in circles!”
“You’re lost.”
“Yeah, this isn’t my normal way home…”
“And your phone died?” He cocked his head curiously.
“No, I’m trying to get home without using my phone map,” you admitted, looking around for any familiar landmarks.
“Why? That’s what it’s for.”
“It’s… You’ll think it’s stupid. My friends did.”
He shrugged. “Probably. But why does that matter to you? I’m just some guy.”
“I’ve been doing something new every day. Just small things. But if I change enough little things, then everything will have changed.”
The guy was quiet for a beat, looking altogether unimpressed, then asked, “Where do you live?”
“Uh…”
“General area, see if I can give you directions from here.”
“Oh, uhm, if you can get me to the tea shop on Magnolia, I can get myself home from there.”
“Jade Gardens, I know it,” he nodded, then pointed left down the street, in the same direction that you had just come from. “That way, left onto North Oak, right onto Foxtail, another right onto Broad Street, it’ll eventually dead end into Magnolia, keep going until you see the tea shop.”
“Left onto North Oak, right onto Foxtail, right onto Broad,” you recited. “Got it, thank you!”
“Stay safe.” He waved you off, returning to sweeping without seeing if you had gone the way he’d pointed you.
It was Monday that you got lost and were given directions home by the questionably friendly but overall helpful bookstore worker, and the tea shop on Magnolia had been on your mind since. So on Thursday, you decided to stop by after work. You were running low on the green tea that you usually kept in stock at home, and thought that you might pick up something new for yourself.
Opening the door to Jade Gardens that Thursday, you were enveloped by the familiar aromatic smells wafting around the small shop. When you didn’t hear the usual kind voice of the owner, Mrs. Choi, greeting you, you peered around the aisle that you were in to look for her.
“Mrs. Choi?” You called out, also not hearing her TV show that she usually was watching behind the counter between helping customers. You were by the black teas anyway, so you didn’t mind wandering into the next aisle as you looked for any other sign of life in the shop.
“She’s not in,” a voice that was definitely not Mrs. Choi informed you right as you turned the corner into the beginning of the green teas. You could see enough of the man’s profile to recognize him as he stood by some of the shelves in the store. The worker from the bookstore. He was standing over an open cardboard box, a couple tins of tea in his hands.
“Uhm…” You trailed off, blinking at him as you weren’t sure exactly what to say. He placed the tins on the shelf.
“You think I’m stalking you, don’t you?” He said flatly, turning to show you the name badge on his longsleeve teal shirt. It was metallic gold, with the name SUNGCHAN engraved into it. “I work here too. For the past six months.”
“Oh, right.” You relaxed, flashing him a smile. As he went back to restocking and you went back to looking at the tea on the shelves that he wasn’t currently stocking, you commented lightly, “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“I work Tuesdays and Thursdays. You ever been here on a Tuesday or a Thursday?”
“No. I always come on Sundays.”
“There you go.” He had emptied the box of product he was restocking from, and carried it into the back. When he reemerged, he stopped behind the register, but engaged you in conversation again, “So is this your new thing for today? Coming on a Thursday instead of Sunday?”
“Yeah.”
“And? Is your whole life different yet?”
“I’ve only been doing this for two weeks…” You replied defensively, looking over at him from the two kinds of green tea that you were debating between.
“Have you done anything new yet?” Sungchan asked, arching an eyebrow.
“That’s the whole point—”
“From what I know, as some guy who doesn’t even know your name, is that you have walked home from work without using the maps on your phone—something you would have done anyway—and gone to a shop that you go to regularly, just on a different day of the week. Have you done anything that you’ve never done before at all?”
“My name is Y/N, by the way.” You bit the inside of your cheek, and grabbed your tea selection. “Ordering a drink I’ve never tried at my usual boba place doesn’t count, does it?”
“You already know the answer, Y/N.”
“The point isn’t to quit my job and travel the world and completely overhaul my life—”
“I thought it was to change everything?”
“If I change enough little things, then—”
“—everything will have changed.” “—everything will have changed.” The two of you finished at the same time, Sungchan putting more emphasis on ‘everything,’ a pointed look on his face.
“I just don’t get how everything is supposed to change by you coming to a tea shop on a different day one time, but still working the same job you hate,” he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“How do you know I hate my job?!” You retorted, bringing your selections up to the counter.
“If you loved it, you wouldn’t be in a crisis about changing your whole life.”
“Do you like your two jobs?”
“They’re fine.” He shrugged, ringing up your purchases.
You handed him your card. “Fine?”
“They’re just my day jobs.”
“And what’s your night job then?”
A smirk grew on his face as he bagged your tins of tea. “Nah.”
“‘Nah?’” You repeated incredulously.
“You’re not doing anything new. No point telling you.”
“If it’s stand-up, I don’t want to know,” you snorted.
“It’s not stand-up.”
“Mm, I don’t know, you’re giving me real stand-up energy right now,” you snipped, gesturing to his entire demeanor. “I’m really glad you haven’t told me, actually, because I can’t control my face when I’m told bad jokes.”
“I don’t do stand-up comedy,” he reiterated with the same calm, self-assured tone, handing you your bag of tea and receipt.
“Considering you’re refusing to tell me, I’m convinced it’s like, open mic nights. Tight fives, not even a full—”
“Not stand-up,” he said again. “But considering how badly you’re begging me to tell you—”
“Pretty sure you’re the one desperately trying to convince me you don’t do stand-up, but—”
“If you really want to do something brand new…” He took your receipt out of your hand, writing on the back of it with a pen that was on the counter. “Make this your thing for tomorrow.”
You accepted the receipt when he held it back out to you. “You still haven’t told me what you do.”
“Live a little. And bring some friends, yeah? Don’t want you getting lonely in the mosh pit.”
Your eyes scanned the address and time he had scrawled on your receipt. “Mosh pit?”
⤷ masterlist
#sungchan#jung sungchan#riize#sungchan x reader#riize x reader#riize imagines#sungchan imagines#riize sungchan#jung sungchan imagines#nct x reader#nct imagines#i: sungchan#f: filler episodes#filler episodes: teaser#jungsung#bias tag#writing#text#mine#*100#au: filler eps
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ꕤ GARLIC BREAD? smau | ellie w.
09:00- take it slow
a/n: giggling… huehehhehe… i cringed the entire time while i was writing this i’m so bad at romantic scenes 😞
contains: cursing
yn and ellie were sitting at a bench outside of the mall they were in an hour ago, letting the comforting silence hang around them while they looked around and swinged their feet. yn sighed, thinking about how she was going to tell ellie that she liked girls- liked her. would it be embarrassing? what if ellie thought she was joking? what if she makes fun of her for denying something so simple for so long just to accept it at the end? the possibilities were making yn’s head turn, so she decided to just tell her.
“hey ellie?” ellie hummed, taking her time to separate her eyes from whatever she was looking at, and looked at the girl next to her.
yn slightly pursed her lips, taking a deep breath before talking.
“i just- um… okay, this might be sudden or surprising but as you know i’ve been seeing a therapist and she.. helped me realize some things that i did and wasn’t aware of. when you came over a day after i fought with jade i started thinking about the things you said-“
“yn i’m so sorry i didn’t…”
yn squeezed ellie’s arm to make her stop talking. “let me finish.”
when ellie nodded yn licked her lips and continued, “as i said, i thought about the things you said and since i didn’t have anyone to ask i googled my feelings and decided to see a therapist. she made me realize that i do like girls. and you.”
eyes wide, ellie stared at yn dor a few minutes. with each pasaing minute yn’s nervousness increased and she fidgeted with her bracelet, mumbling a “can you say something?” under her breath. that made ellie stop staring and laugh, making yn more embarrassed and worried.
when her laughter died down, ellie sat up straight and turned to yn, taking her hands in hers and looking into her eyes.
“first of all i wasn’t laughing at you… i was surprised- and happy- when you said you liked girls because when you said you didn’t, the whole world came crashing down on me. i like you too, like a lot.”
they both started to giggle like high schoolers and got a few weird looks. they got up and went to ellie’s car and screamed when they closed the doors. ellie turned to look at yn, just to see she was already staring at her.
“so do we kiss now or..?”
“i thought you were the experienced one williams?”
“you make me nervous…” yn took a good look at ellie and she looked like she was going to pass out. yn laughed loudly and barely stopped when ellie smacked her shoulder.
“don’t laugh it’s not funny!”
“motherfucker you laughed at me when i confessed!”
“well- okay yeah true…”
with that silenced washed over the car, it was slightly awkward and tense, so yn decided to break it.
“do you still want that kiss..?”
“fucking of course i do.”
tags!— @inf3ct3dd
#puriiinz#ellie williams#ellie williams x fem reader#ellie williams x reader#dina tlou#jesse tlou#smau#tlou2#tlou#dina the last of us#jesse the last of us#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#tlou smau
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Chapter 4 For now, we are married
Summary: To save your nation You are given as a bride to a sea god.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.
A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.
A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible
Work count: 2.006
Serie materialist
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The next day your anxiety was making you dizzy. You couldn't eat anything that was there on the small food table, full of pies, teas and water. He shuddered when he thought about the great moment he would have in a few hours. One night. He had given her a night to rest and prepare to be presented to the people of Talokan as their queen.
The day before, You and him shared conversations for many hours. He told how his nation was very well developed and hidden from the evil eyes of the surface inhabitants. You told him how losing your brother fractured your family and how sassy you used to be as a child. Within hours, you and he shared stories, fears, secrets and plans for the future. He confessed to you that he intended to hold another wedding ceremony, this time, just You, him and a small Talokan group made up of family members and tribal leaders.
You repudiated the idea, claiming that you were already married to him according to the ceremony between him and your father. K'uk'ulkan mocked your words by saying that he had chosen to marry You and not your father. You shared with him the fear of not knowing how to behave in a Talokanil wedding ceremony; You were a foreign queen with habits, customs and a foreign language.
He promised to teach you everything you needed to know for the ceremony. He taught him just to say yes and no in his language. “That’s enough for now,” he said. You only noticed time pass when the first yawn came, then another and another. K'uk'ulkan laughed at her effort to stay awake and hear more of her teachings. When You decided not to fight sleep anymore, Her husband guided You to a private chamber where You could rest in peace. He said goodbye to you with a kiss on the forehead.
His heart palpitated and his face flushed as he remembered such an intimate gesture. You were surprised to feel so at ease in the presence of that man, no, K'uk'ulkan is what you must call him now. No longer a God, entity, just K'uk'ulkan.
The blue-skinned girls, given to You by your husband to serve You in whatever was necessary, appeared to groom You for marriage. You were washed, scrubbed, dressed, painted, and adorned in jewels of gold, jade, and sapphires. They whispered and smiled as they fixed you up. You would like to understand them for just a moment.
In your home, you always got along well with the maids who served you, making them confidant friends. They followed you wherever you went, being responsible for your physical well-being; You were always so grateful to them.
At a wedding held in her nation, a bride could not bring anything that reminded her of home. No clothes, jewelry or handmaids. A bride should enter her husband's house immaculate, wearing garments sewn by the firm hands of the priestesses of the time and jewelry carved from iron and wood. The bride must walk through the city with her blood family behind, always looking forward with firm steps and chin high. When she arrives at her final destination she is greeted by her fiancé. The groom should receive her with magnificent gifts. Then, the newlyweds clasp hands and enter the house where they will share a lifetime. The bride leaves behind her family ready to build a new one.
It was inauspicious for the bride's old family to visit her in her first year of marriage. A woman only returned to her family when she was pregnant; There she should be cared for and protected until the birth of the child, after fifty days of protection the husband should look for his wife and newborn child, bringing gifts to compensate his wife for the effort of bringing his seed into the world. A rude tradition, you think, her mother once confessed that she cried for seven whole days missing her family. “Your father had to be very patient with me,” she said.
You feared that K'uk'ulkan would not be patient. He had only been away from home for a day, but the urge to cry came with every breath he took. You were in a strange place, a foreign nation, with a language you didn't understand. The cry stuck in her throat could escape at any minute and that could enrage her husband. Stories of impatient husbands were not uncommon, and even though K'uk'ulkan proved to be a peaceful man, you didn't know him long enough to feel safe.
One of his maids muttered something, taking you out of his thoughts. A mirror was placed in front of her for You to contemplate the work well done. You were dressed all in white with details embroidered with black lines that formed the figure of a large serpent. They painted your skin with red paint with symbols unknown to you. Her arms, neck and ankles were decorated with gold jewelry with jade and sapphire details. Her hair had been braided and pulled into an elaborate updo, golden snake-shaped hairpins holding the braids in place.
She was beautiful, indeed. If her mother could see her now she would say that she is the reincarnation of the Goddess of love and beauty herself.
"Is perfect." You said in a whisper. "Thank you very much."
They couldn't understand his words, but they seemed to understand the gleam of gratitude in his eyes. The handmaid with the mirror walked away.
“Much Ko’oten tin wéetel. (Please come with me.)” One of them said as she made back and forth movements.
The wedding would finally take place. The handmaids looked at you expectantly. A handmaid approached You and placed her hand on your hip, giving you a small push to follow the indicated path. Without much of a choice You followed her.
Wandering through the connected caverns, You were led down a route that took you deep into the earth. His eyes were filled with wonder as he witnessed the irregular rock formations with sharp points being structured into carefully placed limestone blocks that formed a floating stage surrounded by blue-green water.
He was there, sucking all the beauty out of the place and causing all the attention to be focused on him. His clothing was extravagant and spectacular, making his masculine beauty even more eye-catching. On his head was a large serpent-shaped ornament with colored seaweed that resembled the feathers of a colorful bird. On his broad shoulders, golden shoulder pads with designs carved into hands made his bronze skin shine; Her ankles and wrists also had gold bracelets.
What caught his attention the most was his bare chest and his modesty being preserved by green shorts with white details. A cape, the same color and details as her dress, was attached to her golden shoulder pads, giving her an even more divine appearance.
You walked towards him. There was no one leading You, or, a procession behind You; breaking the marriage tradition in their nation. In any case, the ceremony was nothing like the weddings he had once attended. It was unique. In their nation, brides did not participate in the marriage ceremony. Everything was done between the groom and the father, or any man of greater authority who was part of the bride's family.
His father performed the traditional ceremony at his home. There was a contract established between them, You were prepared and given as a highborn bride to your husband. Therefore, the weddings symbolized the union of two traditions, as well as two peoples.
You arrived and were greeted with the most beautiful smile. You looked away, suddenly feeling shy.
“You look magnificent, my queen.” He said as he guided You to his side.
"Thanks."
“The shaman will perform our wedding ceremony, everything will be done in my mother tongue. Don't worry my love. When the time is right, I will dictate the words and you will repeat them.”
His face took on an even redder hue when they heard the words ‘’my love’’ being spoken by him. His presence caused funny reactions in her body, her stomach fluttered as if birds were flapping their wings.
The shaman quoted a lot of words that You didn't understand. When the time came K'uk'ulkan instructed him to say the words that confirmed his willingness to carry out the marriage. The shaman tied your feet and hands to represent the marriage bond, a vase with soil and seeds was given to You. K'uk'ulkan instructed you how to put the seed in the earth and give it back to the shaman.
Finally, You and your husband were placed facing each other; He recited words in his mother tongue and You repeated them when the time came. The ceremony ended when her husband placed a kiss on her forehead and the guests present filled the room with applause.
Hand in hand, You were guided by your husband to a chamber of black stones lit by blue fireflies, where a table with various culinary delicacies waited for You. You were introduced to tribal leaders, generals, ambassadors and chiefs of major trade routes. You smiled at each of them, repeated the gesture of bowing and said lovely words that your husband was willing to translate. They seemed to like the words spoken by You and your husband seemed proud to have You by his side.
After the greetings and introductions, You sat at the large table with your husband by your side. While he laughed and talked to his advisors, You carefully observed everyone present in the room. You didn't know those faces, You didn't know those customs, You didn't know that language. At that moment, the only one who represented your home was You, and whether you liked it or not, even with all those people around you congratulating you and wishing you well, you felt alone. She would give her heart for her mother, her father or at least some of her brothers to be there, to see her happily married or even help her with advice.
Her husband's hand fell gently on her arm, suddenly reminding her that he was there, by her side.
“Did something upset you?” He asked as if he could feel the tension and sadness in her heart.
You swallowed hard, looking at the rest of the fruit on your plate, as well as the still water in the golden goblet. He hadn't even been able to drink something to get rid of the bad feeling.
"I am fine." You said sincerely.
“Should I believe that these tears are tears of happiness?”
You hadn't realized you were crying, you quickly wiped them from your cheeks.
"I am really sorry." You said as you lowered your gaze.
“Tell me what troubles your heart.”
“I miss my family.” You said. “I know it’s been a little over a day, but I’ve never been this far from home.”
He leaned his body closer to You and wiped away your tears with his thumb.
“The distance can be difficult, but I know you will get used to it.” He said." I will do my best to make you a happy woman.”
His words made you spill like butter. Before he could say anything to him, one guest shouted a dozen words and the others clapped and shouted excitedly.
"What is happening?" You asked your husband when she witnessed the excited screams and exaggerated clapping. Her husband didn't respond, but the set jaw and arched eyebrows indicated something wasn't right.
What came next was a confusion of hands, arms and legs. You were taken from your chair by a handmaid and carried by one of the guests present.
“What are you…” You couldn’t complete the sentence, as the man carrying you walked down the stone corridors, with you on his lap, while your maids followed close behind. You tried to look at your husband, but the last thing you saw was a dozen men surrounding him.
#namor x reader#black panther#namor of talokan#namor x you#talokan#wakanda forever#namor x y/n#namor smut#namor the sub mariner#namor
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Babification Octavinelle
INTRO/Dorm Selection Includes: Azul, Floyd, Jade
@azulashengrottospiano I finally did it! Now just 5 more dorms and 18 characters to go XD
Remember this is a fem reader insert with she/her pronouns
Azul had been in the Octavinelle dorm lounge with Floyd and Jade discussing work, it was one of their few days off and they were talking about some new renovations Azul planned to do to the monstro lounge. Floyd believed they needed some kind of gift shop, while Jade believed they needed a garden cafe. Azul had planned to consult with his sweet (Y/n), she had been lending him a hand in the creativity department for a while now. It helped that she seemed to know so many people, but given how deeply involved she has been in each dorm it isn't much of a surprise. As Azul was checking his phone had was also attempting to tune out the rambles of the tweels, Floyd trying to correct something that Jade said involving fashion as usual. Azul often tried to tune those conversations out, he couldn't understand a word Floyd said when he was talking about fashion. Though this chaotic peace had been interupted when Lilia just seemed to drop out of the sky infront of them, the twins near jumping behind the couch from the sudden and silent appearance. It took every ounce of muscle control in Azul not to do the same thing, he had an image he had to uphold and getting scared behind the couch was not something that helped said image. "Hello Lilia, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He had spoken to Lilia on occasion, especially since he often showed up to events in Malleus's place, but he never expected to see the short male in the Octavinelle dorm. The monstro lounge maybe, he did come in every now and then for a treat, but the fact that he was in the dorm lounge caused a few pink flags to pop up. Though those pink flags were soon crimson read as he spotted the child cradled against the male's chest, especially since the child was swaddled in an oversized ramshackle dorm uniform jacket. The fae male chuckled as he noticed the vague way the merman paled, tilting his head with a closed eye smile. "(Y/n) actually, is the reason I'm here. You see, this sweet little girl was the victim of small potionology accident." Azul quirked an eyebrow as the tweels were peaking down at the sleeping prefect in Lilia's arms, he himself was trying not to swear as he already knew where this was going when Lilia started retelling the events in class.
At the end of it Azul was squeezing the bridge of his nose, what God did she piss off to be in the middle of the most chaotic accidents EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. "Don't worry though, Professor Crewel is working with the headmage to fix this. He should be by soon with what he called a 'Baby bag' so that she can be taken care of in the meantime." Lilia carefully passed the sleeping girl to Azul, helping the tense male hold the small girl when he realized that he didn't know how to hold a baby. He then sat her school bag by Floyd, her other clothing articles were hidden inside because Lilia was a gentleman like that. "My number is in her phone; I've raised a few babies in my day so if you need some help just call."
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It had been a few hours since then, the professor having come by to drop off the baby bag with a book borrowed from the college library about unplanned parenting for young adults. A book he never in his life thought he would EVER be reading; she has been the first of many things for him and at this point he was curious how she managed to create such a chaotic balance of experiences. He had relaxed a bit after getting used to holding her for a while and soon enough he found himself staring at her, he never thought about what she may have looked like as a baby even after she had seen some of his childhood photos. Currently he sat in the pool that was built into his dorm leader room, he was leaning back against the wall of the pool as he watched (Y/n). She had been awake for a while; he had thought that maybe she was aware of the situation because she had been fairly quiet and wasn't very fussy. Currently he was in his merform, something he had grown comfortable with her being around after their many trips to the beach. His sleek black tentacles held her in the water, she was in a little (F/c) swim dress and sat comfortably on his curled tentacles. Her tiny hands gently grabbing at the other tentacles that would poke her nose or tickle her sides or cheeks, he hadn't had any prior experience with human children, so he had found himself quite distracted by her reactions to him. He especially loved how her nose crinkled when she giggled, something he noticed before in her regular age but was much more obvious now in this form. "It isn't fair angel fish; how can you be so cute after causing so much trouble." He chuckled as he brought her closer, rubbing his cheek on hers as he rested her against his chest. It was a quiet night and all things considered he was in a content mood. He watched her tiny hands move against his pale grey skin, tiny eyes marveling at the odd texture. He felt so proud of himself, adoring just how curious she was about HIM. It was definitely an ego boost, he knew she cared for him and found him interesting but as an infant it was such innocent and blatant curiosity. And since she was a baby, he didn't have to feel embarrassed about anything! I mean who are you going to tell? The stuffed dalmatian toy professor Crewel had put in the baby bag? His eyes widened a bit when he felt her tiny hands grab his cheeks, laughing away at something he had no clue about. He didn't know how long it would be till she was turned back, but these moments would certainly make any hassle or stress until that point worth it. He went back to using his tentacles to help her play and swim in the water, buying him some time to think of the future. He found himself hoping, now more than ever, that his future would involve her for many years to come.
Floyd had been running laps at the start of gym class when Coach Vargas had called him over to his office, he noticed Lilia was sitting in front of the coach's desk and he could tell the male was holding something but didn't quite know what. "What's goin on? Why is Mendako here?" (Yes, I'm using the Japanese nicknames cause calling Lilia a flapjack octopus in English just feels insulting. LMFAO) Floyd put his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly as Lilia stood from his seat. "Well, young Lilia said there was some sort of accident in potionology involving the ramshackle prefect. I'll let him explain, I got stretches to demonstrate!" With that Vargas had left the room, as if he didn't just stir something in the merman. Lilia seemed to sense Floyd's shift in behavior, approaching him with a jacket swaddled infant. "Don't worry (Y/n)'s just fine, she just a little…little." He chuckled as he motioned to the infant, watching Floyd squat to be able to look at her better. Lilia took the chance to show him how to hold her while he explained the situation, chuckling to himself at the end as he saw how Floyd had the small girl resting perfectly on his large forearm. "So, I'm just supposed to take care of shrimpy til Ishidai finds a way to turn her back?" Floyd's heterochromic eyes gazed down at the child in his arm, tilting his head. His shrimpy was already pretty small, but now she was TINY. He couldn't help but chuckle, her cheeks were just so chubby he couldn't help but poke them. Are all human babies so warm and squishy? Or was his cute little shrimpy just extra special like that? "Yep, that sums it up. Professor Crewel should be by to drop off a bag of supplies for her soon. For now, he just asked I bring this to you since he knows you would probably need your hands free." Lilia held up a black and teal harness, a little gold charm dangling from the zipper on the back. "Huh, I didn't know they made functional harnesses." The male was aware that they were sometimes worn simply as decoration for an outfit, but he didn't know humans had harnesses just for baby carrying. "Mhm, let me hold her while you put it on. Once we get her settled, I need to get back to Diasomnia before my own kids stir up trouble." He chuckled at Floyd's confused look, but true to his word once the sleeping child was comfortably snug to Floyd's chest the batty male had left for his dorm. Floyd had left the office and took his lover's stuff to where his own was, looking down at the small girl and wondering how long it would take to have his normal shrimpy back. He had already tried to talk to her 3 times, each time forgetting she couldn't talk back, and he really missed his shrimpy's voice.
Because he had the prefect in his care, he didn't have to do the daily exercises, instead being told to just walk around the basketball court until free time started. He could feel eyes on him as he walked around, he didn't really care because if they were smart, he knew they'd keep their mouths shut about him with his baby shrimpy. He slowly came to a stop when she started squirming, he rested his hand on her back as he watched her closely. Observing how her tiny (E/c) eyes opened with a whiny yawn as she soon began watching him back, tiny head tilting as she looked at him curiously. He chuckled a little at how her tiny hands reached up and padded at the bottom of his cheek, making him lean down as best he could so she could do her thing. He quietly observed with a lazy smirk as she tugged gently on his bangs and patted his cheeks, he didn't know if she was trying to communicate or was just being a curious baby, but he found it quite amusing in an adorable way. Though his moment was interrupted when professor Crewel approached him with a large bag on his arm, cartoon fish covering the outside of it. "Glad to see you aren't breaking down yet, surprising given how most of the students in this school would probably react in your situation." Floyd looked up to Crewel, chuckling some as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, she did just wake up, hopefully shrimpy will be a good girl until we can get back to the dorm." He followed Crewel after the professor motioned him to follow, watching as they made their way to the lockeroom. "Well, we hope to have her sorted out by the end of the week, till then I need to at least make sure you're prepared for childcare. Tell me, what do you know about diapers?" Crewel couldn't help but chuckle at the male's confusion, this was going to be an adventure. Thankfully Floyd was a quick learner, especially when it came to something he cares about. So, it wasn't long before he was returning to class, his shrimpy in a cute little mermaid jumper and the baby bag resting on his shoulder as he filled a bottle with some juice. Free time had started and those that weren't gathering things to take outside were now gawking at the tall male, especially those like Jamil and Riddle who were quite familiar with the male.
Riddle had been the very first to approach him at that, his curiosity getting the best of him. "So Floyd, who's baby is that?" Riddle tilted his head as he observed the child, something about her feeling oddly familiar. Floyd looked down at the little red head, chuckling as he held the bottle for her so she could have a drink. "My shrimpy had a little accident in potionology, so I've gotta watch her until Ishidai can turn her back." That made Riddle's eyes widen, he seemed so calm despite the fact his significant other had been turned into an infant. "That's certainly interesting, never a boring day with the prefect around huh?" This had been Jamil; he was standing nearby as he looked for a volleyball in the ball cart. When he finally found one, he stood up straight and approached the two as he looked at the little girl. The innocent look in her eyes reminded him of when Kalim was still real young, he was actually pretty cute back then in Jamil's opinion but that could have been because there wasn't much Kalim could do. "Wait if you're watching (Y/n)… Who's watching Grim?" This thought had Riddle freezing a bit, the group going silent before Floyd shrugged. "Idunno, not my problem though." And with a chuckle he walked away, the two male's making eye contact and agreeing to go see Crowley since they knew it wasn't wise to leave the fiery cat unsupervised.
The calmer leech twin smiled as he sat in the vip room of the monstro lounge, Lilia had brought (Y/n) to him earlier and professor Crewel had just left after dropping off the baby bag and teaching him a few things about human babies. He had the small girl cradled to his chest as he fed her, it felt oddly domestic to the male as he was usually helping Floyd deal with problematic people or trying to balance a busy schedule. He had always had a tendency to try and be much lighter handed and gentle since coming on land, it wasn't until now that he realized just how essential that was. She weighed practically nothing to him; he was almost concerned but trusted Crewel when he had said she was just fine aside from being babyfied. "What am I going to do with you darling? How is it you manage to end up in these situations even without Grim?" He chuckled as he poked her cheek, his smile widening as she grabbed his finger with a huff while still drinking from the bottle. He hadn't had much experience with babies before, especially not with human babies, so he was fascinated by everything she did. Trying to see what she does differently compared to when she is her regular self, as well as just enjoying her reactions to the things he has done and showed her. He had just brought her back from the giant fish tank in the lounge to feed her, the way her eyes lit up and her tiny hands gently touching the glass as she watched all the colorful fish had made him delighted. He knew no matter what he'd be even more attached to his sweet angel fish, for once she was completely reliant on him. He could spoil and care for her the way he wanted, and she couldn't stop him and didn't seem aware enough to feel guilty as she usually does when he tries to tend to her. Granted there were some things he wasn't looking forward too, but he understood the naturalness of it all and was more than capable of overlooking and forgetting about anything that may make her selfconscious. His goal was just to keep her healthy, safe and loved until she could return to her normal self. He reached over for his phone with a grin, quick to turn on the camera. He decided to make the best of the situation, and that included getting plenty of pictures of her cute pudgy face. He couldn't wait to show the pictures back to her, so he was careful and picky about the selfies he took with her and of the pictures he took of her as a whole. He wanted the absolute cutest ones to show her, and possibly any other poor soul who might be curious. Though he was quick to put his phone away when she pushed the mostly empty bottle away, which he moved to sit on the coffee table as he placed his legs together and rested her along his thighs. Crewel had showed him this video he claimed would be better for her than burping her like they do on tv shows, in which he was slightly moving her body and somewhat rubbing her stomach. This was supposed to reduce the chances of her spitting up and help her digest better so the milk isn't just setting in place in her stomach. It was a somewhat complicated explanation, but he understood that it was meant to be the better method and that was what he was going to do. Her little giggles made him chuckle, and the slight surprised face she made at her little burp had him slumping over a little as he laughed. Being an infant, she didn't have much conscious control over her actions or expressions, and he was absolutely loving it. "Always so interesting my little angle fish, you always manage to make my day so fun." He was careful as he lifted her to rest on his chest, leaning back some as he moved a small cover over her back. He rested a large hand over her body, observing how it covered the small space and taking note just how tiny she was compared to him.
"Come on (Y/n) it's nap time, you've been awake for a while now. When we get back to the dorm, I'll set up some toys for you to play with on the bed." He moved his other hand to gently cup the back of her head, smiling down at her half-lidded gaze as her tiny hands crumpled his shirt. Since it was her first day as a baby, he figured she may be pretty low energy, at least for a while after the transformation. Because of this he knew things may be a bit more hectic tomorrow, but Crewel promised to make the other teachers aware of the situation so he should be able to step out of class when she gets fussy or maybe even just pick up some notes and class work until she is back to normal. He'd make it work either way, after all she was turned on school property and in class, so they were technically responsible for this transformation. He knew Crowley wouldn't push his luck with the octo-trio, it would be bad for business as they say. Afterall Octavinelle does a lot in means of helping with school funding and events, and Azul was smart enough to find a way to get what he wants without jeopardizing himself. But that was nuclear level thinking, right now he just needed to worry about not falling asleep himself.
#twisted wonderland#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#Jade leech#x reader#x fem reader#reader insert#sfw#babyfication event#candy cult vault
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Kaizarz and Skuld (mentioned) belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author, Oli to @thal-ent, Domhildr to @soupedepates and Meili (mentionned) to @azeler
Sometimes I miss the days when I was living alone. No one to police me on my sleep schedule, no people to wake up when i get up at night, no sad puppy eyes when I show up pale as a ghost with shadows under my eyes darker than my past.
Yet I stay here because they asked me to. And I won't lie, going back to my old house would wake up a shitload of coping mechanisms I thought I left behind me.
So, I grit my teeth, and open the door of my room the most silent way I can. I usually would get out by the roof, but Oli is probably flying outside and I don't want to risk them seeing me on top of the castle. Last time they spotted me they warned Kaizarz and I got an hour-long lecture about putting myself in danger.
Ha. Look who's talking, mister Tyrant-scourge.
Back to the matter at hand. I have to walk without my shoes, they're making too much noise on the stone flooring of the castle ; Still, I am not completely silent. The times I hate being 6'8''.
I needed to swim. I haven't gone to the ocean in a long time, I'm starting to miss it ; and I have a lot of things to think about. Skuld that warned me about a journey on boat sooner than I'd think ; Kaizarz's attitude since he went back from the assassination ; Everyone's attitude towards me, like they are happy I'm planning things with them.
I have to sort out my thoughts and for that nothing better than a swim in the moonlight, alone. But for the alone part, I need to escape the castle without being spotted. Kriss would do a ruckus just to spite me, or lecture me about waking junior up ; as for the others, I'm pretty sure they would tie me up to the bed until I sleep.
Really not my cup of tea, but well.
i'm almost at the end of the corridor in my room. The most terrifying obstacle, the stairs, are almost before me ; yet, once I pass this, I will be sure I won't get spotted by either my sister or my friends. I just need a few more steps-
"Well what do we have here."
Damn.
Busted.
And not by anyone I can bribe. No, the one standing on the stairs, arms crossed and pouting, is no one else than Kaizarz himself. Looking at me with disapproving eyes.
"Trying to run away on me again, Tyr ?"
"............ Nooooooooo ?"
He doesn't look that convinced. I mean, that was my worst lie in a long time. And I've lied to him a lot.
Worse is that he doesn't bulge. And there's no windows in sight. I am, definitely, stuck. Well played, Kai'. Sometimes I worry about how easy you can read me.
"... Alright, fine," I end up admitting after a few seconds of silence. "I was just going for a midnight bath."
"Without warning us ??"
Us ?- wait this was not Kaizarz. Don't tell me the others- Yeaah. Domhildr just got out of an arrow slit, an outraged look on her face. And, just perched on my shoulders, is Oli. So the whole gang predicted I was gonna get out this way. Skuld is not even among them.
Am I that predictable ?
I sigh.
"Really ? So everyone is piling up on me ?"
"Well I would, but you'd say no~"
"Domi, for the love of Ocean, not right now."
I didn't plan to give her an opening for that kind of joke, but that's on me. Luckily she stops before it gets too far. Don't wanna joke about that in front of Kaizarz, he already looks lost enough and I know it's not his thing.
She does wink at me, tho. Girl. Your relationship to sex is even more fucked up than mine, I won't give you an excuse for a coping mechanism, or to me for that matter.
My jaded looks earns me a worried stare from Kaizarz, and Oli holds a candy in front of me. I take it. Never was able to resist sweets. She knows how to control me.
"You good, Tyr ?"
No. But you don't need to know that, either of you.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just need to get on the shore."
"Nothing will convince you to get back to your bed, huh ?"
Well there is something, but I would never dare ask either of them.
So in place I just throw hum a sarcastic smile.
"Bullseye, you Majesty."
He pouts. Gods, how long since I saw that face ?
"Com'ooooon, sleep is good for you..."
"You're one to talk, mister I'm camping in the stairs just to get a chance to catch me in the act."
"Heir of Vanasul doesn't need sleep."
I stare at him. Longly. Incredulously.
Is he really saying that in front of me ?
"Kaizarz."
"Yeaaaaah ?"
"I am Heir of Vanasul too."
And I can't believe he forgot that since my legacy is precisely why our relationship is so strained.
He has an embarassed smile. Seemingly he forgot, but it doesn't take long before he lose the embarassment and winks at me.
"Well I guess that's another proof I'm stronger than you."
Motherfucker- he is right, but still, right in the ego. I don't know if his spell is indeed more efficient than mine, he always had more magic than I, and that's a feat considering that besides his, my powers are the most potent people in the Kraken Coast have seen in a while.
I still know he's talking shit about not needing sleep. Magic, even the most powerful ones, exhaust your body. The Immortal King still feels fatigue, or so I've heard.
But hey, need to keep his spirits up. So I just smile.
"Sure you are. So. Can I go now ?"
"You know what ? I have a plan. Why don't we all come with you to the beach ?"
I don't even have time to answer to Oli before Domhildr cuts in, a huge smile on her face.
"Oooooh, good idea ! Like that, no Tyr alone with the intrusive thoughts..."
Little shit- well, I guess I wil have to accept the compromise because Kaizarz's face just lighted up and I can't say no to that sunny smile. Gods I'm weak to that man. He can control me so easily.
I guess that's why he's the king, and I'm the fallen prince.
"Fiiiiiiine. Let's just go."
They all smile.
I do, too.
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"Having a good time, Tyr ?"
I'm sat on the shore with Kaizarz, looking at Domhildr and Oli building a castle through sand, splinters and pebbles. They're soaked in saltwater, since they play-fought before that. Me, I am pristine. Didn't want to join the fight, this is one I'd win.
I just shrugs to Kaizarz's question.
"Yeah, somehow. It just feels..."
Hollow.
Like we're in a memory but something's missing.
That something could be Meili, still exiled. Or the carefreeness of our younger years, before the incident, before the deaths, before everything.
I don't need to finish my sentence. He understands. I can read it on his trembling lid.
"Yeah, I see what you mean."
Can't continue that conversation like this. I just smile, a bit teasingly.
"Well, adding to that I would rather be in the company of the deep-sea fish, but..."
"Whaaaaat ? You think we're worse company that fucking fishes ? You wound me, Tyr, really, you do !"
Yeah right, you're smiling, you big dumbass. And that smile is the thing I want the most to see, far, far in front of stupid sea creatures.
That I won't ever tell you.
I have no right to.
My smile widens.
"Fishes don't bother me so I get out of my cave, Kaizarz."
"Oh there is another thing fishes can't do~"
Oh I know that look. Immediatly, I get up, just in time to avoid one 8'2'' goliath lunging at me arms wide open. No pinning me in the sand, thank you very much. Or else I am really gonna drown you.
He lifs his head from the ground, smiles at me with all his teeth, and I feel a laugh burning in my chest. The kind only he can create in me.
I am not strong enough to get it out.
In place, I just blast his face with my favorite water spell.
He screams, attracting Oli and Domhildr's attention.
"Oh com'on ! I was just trying to hug you !"
"Yeah right, "hug". No pining me on the ground, Kaizarz, or you're gonna suffer worse than a little water stream !"
"Bring it on, I'm waiting~"
You will wait a long time, my friend, I fear. But I know you don't mind. That's what astonishes me the most in you.
#lysara#lysara ibruael#hel ocs#hel stories#hel writing#not my ocs#odyssey of the liberator#some fluff for ladies and gents
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Dream of the red chamber reading chapter 2:
<- Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 (coming soon) ->
Summary:
There are messengers from the magistrate who pick up the father in law. When he comes back he says that Jia Yu-cun is the new magistrate and he wanted to invite Zhen but he ran away from home like a cat when you leave the door open so he had the father in law come instead.
Another messenger came with a bunch of stuff on behalf of Yu-cun and asked if he could have Lucky as his second wife (he doesn't ask Lucky is she wants to marry him, he only requests that the father in law asks Mrs. Zhen if he could marry her) because she is the maid he locked eyes with once for a couple second two years ago and then she was brought to him.
Yu-cun was later fired because he subverted justice for his own gains a couple times and went back home with his family. There he met Lin ru-hai, his wife who was another Jia and their daughter Dai-yu who he began tutoring.
A year passed and the wife died and Dai-yu became sick so she had to take a break from tutoring.
Yu-cun was going for a walk when he found a temple called the temple of perfect knowledge where he saw an inscription he thought was profound. He decided to go to the inn where he met a friend.
The friend talked about something happening with the Jia family in the Rong-Guo and Ning-Guo mansions, a baby was born with a piece of jade in his mouth and when the baby was one it was more attracted to traditionally feminine things, he is now 10 and is very smart and mischievous. They also talk about the family history of the family which i won't recount here, all you need to know is that Jia Zhen is in charge of the Ning-Guo mansion and refuses to do his proper duties and his father went away as a taoist to become immortal.
Yu-cun then talked about moral philosophy for the next 10 god damn pages. He says there are some people who are really good and some who are really bad and children can sway either way. Also if a child loves women too much and are doted on too much they will never become responsible. Also there are 3 young girls in the Jia household, Ying-chun, Tan-chun, and Xi-chun. Then Yu-cun got up to leave, ending the chapter
Thoughts:
This chapter was not good like the last one, setting up the lore at the beginning was ok but after yu-cun sat down with his old friend it just got so wordy and boring, especially the part when he starts talking about people being moral and what not. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Limbus character ranking (canto 7 spoilers ahead):
Xi-chun 10/5: she is literally already in the game
Bao-yu 100/5: Bao-yu is Hong Lu
Jia Jing: 5/5: Xi-chun mentions the elders searching for immortality and that's literally what Jing is doing
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chapter three
m.list | sea of treasure m.list | ateez m.list | playlist
word count :: 3.11K
pairing(s) :: mingi x female!oc | taehyung x female!reader | hyunjin x female!oc | jimin x female!oc | jungkook x female!oc
genre :: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | idol au
summary :: “you said you'd stay by my side”
warnings (constantly updated) :: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2025 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language | mentions of rape | childhood trauma | multiple forms of abuse | mentions of blood and injuries | toxic relationships | mentions of alcohol and drugs | r*pe | assault | graphic depictions of all the above
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"Don't tell me you're leaving already."
At the voice, you smile, fondly peering over your shoulder.
"I have to, Jade. I'm already running late."
It's the truth, but still Jade scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. You don't blame her, after all, you've lost count of the amount of times you've escaped plans with her in order to practice more. Not to mention the number of times she's had to drag you away just so you could rest a few hours before your schedules repeated the next day.
These past few months, it's been the only way you could distract yourself.
"Good work today girls." At Bada Lee's voice, you straighten, dropping your things and turning to her immediately. She smiles as the two of you bow to her respectfully, nodding her head in return. "I'll be sure to see you guys in a few days to finish what we started."
Her gaze turns to yours, and you swallow hard, bracing yourself for a scolding. You and Jojo were able to get here a few moments before Bada had begun teaching the choreography to the rest of the members, but your absence was painfully obvious at the meeting held just before she had agreed to choreograph for your team. In the heat of the moment, there was no time for her to speak to you, much less give you a lecture, but you could feel her disappointment hidden within her stone-cold glare throughout the practice.
"Yen Lin, I presume?" You nod mutely in response, keeping your eyes trained on the ground. In doing so, you miss the smile that passes over her plump lips. "I'm glad to finally meet you."
Shocked, you look up at her with wide eyes. Her smile spreads into a grin at the expression, nearly laughing as she places her hand on your shoulder in familiar comradery.
"Don't look so frightful, I don't bite." You laugh nervously with her at the terrible joke, glancing at an amused Jade beside you for some assistance. You should've known she'd be no help, and you glare at her at her smug shrug when she turns away, leaving the two of you to talk. Gaining her composure, Bada shakes her head, a soft smile blooming on her face as she looks at you. "I have been wanting to meet you ever since that jaw-dropping performance you did last year."
You're quick to deny the praise, shaking your head violently, and opening your mouth to bombard her with all the excuses and explanations you have been taught to say every time someone brought up your performance with Tae. But just as quickly, almost as though she expected it, Bada holds up her hand, stopping you in your tracks.
"There's no need to worry, I wasn't referring to your 'act' I was talking about your skill." You blink in surprise. After all the backlash, you had thought no one even noticed you, that all they could see was the controversy. But she didn't. "I'm grateful I'm able to work with such a talented dancer as yourself."
You're unable to speak, a strange feeling of gratitude blooming in your gut and rendering you frozen. She smiles at the sight, and you can't help but wonder if she knew just how meaningful her words were. Nodding towards the two of you, you barely remember to bow in farewell as she makes her way towards the door, saying goodbye to the rest of your members in the process.
"You must be the luckiest girl in the world." Jade sighs, crossing her arms and giving you a look once Bada has stepped out of the practice room. The words bring you back to earth and you swallow hard, smiling to yourself as you shake your head.
"Please, I'm no different than the rest of you."
Jade scoffs at your humility. "You know, you're the reason she even considered working with us, right? If that's not talent or luck, I don't know what is."
You shrug a bit meekly, a gesture that obviously presses Jade's buttons, as she pushes you playfully with her shoulder, sending you ricocheting back laughing.
"Come on. I'm sure I'm not the only reason." You reply, shoving her back in retaliation. "After all, you worked in the same company as her."
"Yeah, as a model." Jade snaps, rolling her eyes. "We hardly crossed paths, much less said more than a few words to each other."
"Well, I don't know." You hum, as you resume packing up your things. "I hear you make quite the first impression."
You smirk at Jade's bashful grin, the expression only spreading when she turns from you, muttering something incohesive under her breath.
She hasn't changed.
You've known Jade ever since high school.
You still remember the first day she showed up in your classroom. The same awkward anxiety when you're a new student, much less a new citizen of a new country, clearly present in her as it was in you the first time you stood in front of an unfamiliar classroom all those years ago. She was your seatmate, and the two of you became quick friends. You bonded over the culture shock, your favorite foods from home, your favorite bands and songs, and your shared dream of dancing one day amongst the stars.
You used to practice together in an empty, abandoned park every day after school until the sun had begun its careful descent behind the horizon. You would often sing your hearts out to all your favorite songs into the darkest of nights, staring up at the stars through your window and wishing fervently on every single one that one day you would be able to stand next to each other once your dreams had been realized.
Now, because of you, her dreams might as well be ruined.
"Are you sure you can't come?" You roll your eyes as Jade plops down on the bench where a diverse collection of bags, water bottles, and clothes have been scattered.
"You know I can't." As you reach for your water bottle, however, it's quickly snatched out of your grip. You sigh, giving Jade a look. She smirks, shaking the bottle in front of you, teasing. You open your mouth to try and reason with her, but before you can, you catch sight of pitch-black hair and cold eyes heading for the exit. You take a step forward, trying to catch up to her, but Jade takes hold of your hand and pulls you down to sit beside her on the bench.
"Hey--"
"Don't."
Jade rolls her eyes at your expression of mock shock and confusion but doesn't release her grip on your hand. Instead, she places it in her lap, smiling smugly when you try to pull it away and she refuses to relinquish it.
"What?! I wasn't going to do anything."
"Oh please," Jade deadpans. "I know you, Yen. I know how that little brain of yours works."
"So I take it Sunji wasn't invited to tteokbokki?" At Jade's stern look, you let out an aggravated sigh.
"She'll warm up to us when she's ready, we can't force her to like us." Jade sighs as you look to the now vacant doorway, Sunji long gone, before begrudgingly nodding in agreement.
As irritating as it is to admit it, Jade is right. You can't force her to like the three of you, even if you are all training to be a part of the same group. Not everyone grows close, not everyone likes you, and not everyone has to. Sometimes, this dream of yours is all it was made out to be, a job. Sometimes the people you work with are simply the people you work with.
You can live with that.
Jade nods, smiling sadly as she releases your hand, something hidden deep within her hazelnut eyes as she turns from you.
But the look Jade gets on her face every time Sunji is near is not something you can handle.
Sunji was among the first selection of trainees in talks to debut under the company. To say she was popular is an understatement. Considering the fact that the amount of rumors and gossip you heard circulated about you after your performance paled in comparison to hers, you would have thought she had already debuted.
Whispers would often be shared of her first appearance as a rumored member of a now-successful SM group. Jeers of how she was stuck in their trainee program for years until she had been announced as a contestant for a HYBE survival show program. Rumors of how even that backfired on her when she had to drop out due to health issues.
And now, she was here.
Initially, you respected her. She had dealt with an unheard amount of trials and tribulations to get to where she was today, and she had done it all with the world closely watching and speculating if she was even worthy enough to make it. She had dealt with these rumors, these insipid gossipers for longer than you had, and she didn't pay any attention to it.
How did she do it?
How could she stay so strong? How could she take it all in stride, use their hatred and disdain to prove herself without a word? Why was it that she could do that, but the moment you faced even a little bit of criticism you nearly broke?
In every evaluation, she placed high, even higher than you. In every practice, her movements were flawless, her notes near perfection. She could pick up the choreography after one look, read a sheet of music with little to no notes, and her performances...they were something you thought could only exist in dreams. You found yourself looking forward to them, finding an admiration in her that you had not felt for a long time.
That all changed when she and Jade met.
The first time Jade saw her was when the trainees had slimmed to around ten being considered for the final lineup. Jade had just been recruited, and the minute she stepped foot into the practice room, the minute her eyes met Sunji's, she froze. All the color on her face had drained, her eyes went wide, and she had dropped her bag to the ground with a startling thud. It was as though they were back in high school all those years ago. Only different somehow, deeper than jitters on your first day, almost personal. Before you could make any sense of it, however, Sunji had already left the room.
Just as she had done for all the days that followed.
You wonder why Jade won't tell you about her. About the history the two of them no doubt have. You used to tell each other everything because you knew that no matter what, you would be there for the other.
What about Sunji makes that any different?
"Where are you going anyway?" Jade wonders absentmindedly, turning your attention back to her spot beside you. She’s begun to help you pack the rest of your things, the water bottle forgotten on the bench beside her.
"I have to go to therapy." You reply, snatching the bottle and taking a sip.
"Since when do you go to therapy?" Jade says snarkily, her nose scrunching up as she pulls out a stray sock from your bag. "And when was the last time you did laundry?"
"Since Yoongi so generously found me a therapist, and suggested I start attending weekly sessions." You reply, sarcastically imitating him as you snatch the sock back and stuff it deep into the abyss of your bag.
"His words or yours?"
"His."
Jade rolls her eyes, crossing her perfectly toned leg over the other as she leans back on the bench as much as she can.
"Figures."
You can't help but snort at Yoongi's predictability, zipping up your bag and standing as you begin to make your way towards the exit.
"Plus I have this thing with my family,” You call over your shoulder, trying not to laugh as Jade hurriedly grabs her things so that she can meet you by the door. She rolls her eyes at your amusement, nudging your shoulder once she reaches your side.
"So, you know then?"
Though she tries to hide it, you can hear the hints of worry in her voice, see it in the way she fidgets with her sleeves, the way she avoids your eyes. You smile, touched at her concern, before nodding.
"Yeah, Kalli called me last week when they landed."
You had almost forgotten Jade and Melody were just as close. After all, you always had your sister by your side back then. If anyone knew you, they also knew her, you were that inseparable.
You can't help the bitterness that rises in your throat at the thought, nor the guilt that still weighs heavily on your mind.
Oh, how times change.
Jade peers at you, and you can tell she's trying to read your expression. She's never been one for empathy, but when it came to you, she always wanted to know how you were feeling. And even though it was hard for her, she always tried to understand those feelings. It was something you always appreciated, that no matter how dark or confusing, she wanted to bear a bit of your burden if only to make it less painful.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Jade gives you a look, and you let out a deep sigh, smiling to yourself. "I mean, I am a bit nervous, but it's nothing I can't handle."
"You say that a lot, you know." Jade murmurs, and when you look at her now, the sad look in her eyes takes you aback. "It never turns out to be true."
You don't know what to say. And at the silence that begins to stretch between the two of you, Jade smiles, a twinge of bitterness and regret weighing heavily on the corners of her lips. You wish you could do something to ease that burden for her, but for the first time, you don't know how.
After all, it's a burden you inflicted.
"It's alright, Yen," Jade reassures you, taking your hand and running her thumb calmly on your skin. She knows that it's hard for you to understand the pain she feels when you choose to deal with things on your own, but she also knows she cannot change who you are no more than she can change herself. No matter how much she wishes she could. "You'd best get going, anyhow, your boyfriend's here."
"Boyfriend...?"
You blink in confusion, hardly feeling it as Jade releases your hand when you turn to peer over your shoulder. A chuckle plays in her throat at the hope clear in your voice, before she pats you on the back and leaves you there, standing in the doorway.
You wonder if she said that on purpose. If she wanted to see how you'd react if the person you wanted to see wasn't there. You wonder if she knew who you wanted to see or if she was just messing with you. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't, but it doesn't really matter now, does it?
Because the man you were hoping to see isn't the one that stands there, waiting patiently for you at the end of the hallway. The soft eyes that meet yours as he looks your way aren't the eyes that you had painted devotedly in your memory. The small smile that plays on his lips doesn't belong to the one whose smile lit up your whole world with the laughter and happiness you thought you had lost.
He's not the one you wanted.
And yet, he still manages to take your breath away.
"Yoongi."
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Stack The Deck - PART 11
CW: obsessive thoughts, drug mention
Intermezzo ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 12
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Yaletown Park looked more like a rocky desert than anything adjacent to the open hangout it was sold as, especially in the hollow glow of the streetlights. Caught between high-risers and vacant retail space, the few square meters of cobble only offered some trash or needles to pluck from the ground. If the grass patches shooting out here and there were ever kept trim in the first place remained a mystery.
Behind a strategically chosen planter sat a reserved man, smoking the second pack of the day and stewing in his jaded mood, still waiting for whoever wanted to stop by. All this was normal for Morris by now.
The evening had started promising, with frat boys strolling along the sidewalk and a few girls in tow; a view that was starting to become more and more frequent. He smiled joylessly, remembering how he met Amber on a night like this.
More than a year must've passed since then, he figured, trying to cling onto thoughts that wouldn't shock him with memories of someone he didn't have to think about anymore. At least when he was chased around enough.
"You're gonna sit there until I tell you otherwise!"
Goddamn. Not that it was easy for Belanger either, patrolling the streets to prospect the usual scum. No regret laid in avoiding each other, but since Morris was dependent on any signal to engage with the more casual clientele, he was stuck in place.
That's what I get for my not so tight scheduling.
As a fixer caught at the bottom of the food chain, and honest to god no agency or willingness to change his position, it was better to keep his mouth shut and head down. But with skin still in the game, did he have another option? For all he cared, they could make him do their laundry and scrub all crack houses of the state squeaky-clean. Anything else than ending up in Dutch's office with that thing-
Another thought he quickly shoved aside, another problem to ignore till it blew up.
Except a lone hobo who threw up way too close to his shoes, nothing ripped Morris out of the daydreaming that kept his last sliver of sanity alive. The risk of being arrested on the spot or stabbed to death by someone who needed cash even more than him aside, the prize of it all was just...surviving.
"One day you wake up, and your whole life is spent in what?" Amber's life lesson was now sober reality, spot-on to the last detail.
Hearing her voice again used to pierce through his gut and leave him wrecked with self-hatred, although these feelings had died down in the time they spent apart. Not that he didn't try to distract himself from the distraction, oh no, he had several chances to drown out boiling memories of past love during the spring months, but this year it was different. Nobody was waiting at home. Morris couldn't let go, not this time, not since her...since him-
If Belanger didn't call right now, he would find a good use for all those narcotics in his pocket.
A break from it all, that's what he needed to work himself to the bone for.
Wrapping his leather jacket closer around his body, Morris wished to disappear into it completely. Even the colorful August couldn't hide that it had gotten colder in the last days of an already far too chilly summer.
Without any warning, his peaceful solitude was interrupted again.
A figure stumbled blindly along the sidewalk. Morris' gaze followed them closely, how disoriented feet pushed each other forward and finally letting them flop down onto a bench near the park's exit.
Drunk or high, certainly. Care for another round? 10 bucks for a flat of fentanyl - dark green, quite popular at the moment.
Still, Belanger didn't give him the go-ahead yet. Maybe he should make today's slow business hum: be proactive, independent. Write it on a resume, why not.
His stiff knee gave an audible crack as it was forced to stand straight, lazily stretching the sore muscles in his back and taking the first few steps towards his potential customer, Morris started to become flustered.
Could be a setup, for all he knew. Something was off.
The soon-to-be buyer was wrapped up in shadows, sitting quietly by themself and only rarely mumbling at the stones below their feet.
He approached until their shoes nearly touched, time to play offense: "You good?"
Nothing. Awkward, he wasn't used to making the first move like this.
Shoving at the motionless shoulders only made their head flop forward, and a forced sigh quickly followed it. First week on campus, probably, lost their friends and self-control only to aimlessly walk around the neighborhood.
"You definitely had enough fun for today, buddy," Morris scoffed, ready to turn around.
Suddenly, he faltered. They had to rethink Belanger's strategy if he ought to stay here, passed-out freshmen were only good for catching unwanted attention and as long as Dutch didn't want to see his ass in jail, any cops on patrol should be avoided. Not that they lost sleep about the mass of catatonic bodies scattered throughout the city streets, just when they were seen in the wrong parts of town - the pleasant ones.
"Move," so he demanded, quickly lifting up their chin, nestled against the stiff collar of their windbreaker, with his fist. "You're gonna get me in trouble."
The hot breath against Morris' hand sent shivers up his spine. After nights like these, he felt mostly frozen numb, but the air coming out in labored and shallow puffs let his fingers tingle with newfound life.
Suddenly, the howl of an ambulance cut through the silence. Not for them, of course, it was surely headed east. As it took a turn and rushed past the unusual couple, Morris caught a quick glimpse of his vis-à-vis.
For less than a heartbeat, his body froze.
His mouth began to open and close like a fish on land, unable to produce a single word, whilst the prickle spread from his back through every inch of his body. A wonderful illusion bloomed under the blue-red-blue-red flicker and as quickly as it had reached both, it left them alone in the nightly glow of streetlights.
Morris didn't hear himself gasp, the rush of blood in his ears was too deafening. Now dead focused on the freckle-sprinkled skin, tousled dark hair and soft lashes, an inward pull kept him from blinking: the fear that he would be ripped out of his trance.
No dream, no wishful thinking. Morris would recognize this face anywhere.
"Elliot?"
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Chapter 54
The Prince said he would help Pan'er find her birth parents, and Pan'er did not refuse.
The jade pendant was so common that it was hard to find them just on the basis of that. If it hadn't been for a coincidence in her previous life, she wouldn't have actually known her origins, so she could only say that everything was destined by the heavens.
But since the Prince was willing to help her find them, she wouldn't refuse, just as a precautionary measure, if things were to coincide with her previous life.
This month, Pan'er's menstruation was delayed and Aunt Qing was vaguely excited. Pan'er told her not to think too much about it, that it might just be a delay, it's not unheard of before, it's normal to delay for a few days.
She felt that there were some things she could not avoid, in her previous life she had not conceived at the same time as Hu Liangdi because of the crown prince's consort until she had conceived her second child and then died, Hu Liangdi was pregnant earlier than her and gave birth to the second prince, she was a little later, so Yue'er was third in line.
She thought that things would follow the same path as in her previous life, that she would conceive at about the same time as in her previous life, but after a delay of ten days, her menses still did not come. Aunt Qing didn't say anything, but she instructed Xiang Pu and Qing Dai to be more careful on a regular basis and to eat more carefully.
The three of them kept this secret, but they usually looked at Pan'er with a kind of fervour in their eyes, giving her the illusion that she was pregnant with a golden lump instead of a child. At the same time Aunt Qing suggested that Pan'er sleep in a separate room from the Prince, a matter that left Pan'er torn for a few days, but before it could pass her by, the Prince knew about it.
"How many days has it been delayed?" Pan'er said it had been half a month, and there was always a feeling of shame and embarrassment when she spoke to the Prince about such intimate matters. "I don't think you can take a pulse at this time yet, right?" This was a question for Aunt Qing, who was older after all, and Pan'er was still a young girl, who didn't know anything about a woman's pregnancy.
"Your Highness, it will take a few more days for the pulse to reflect the change, but a doctor who has been practicing medicine for a long time may be able to tell."The Prince nodded and said to Pan'er, "In a few days' time, the Southern Tour will arrive in Yangzhou, and there is a doctor named Wang who is not bad at healing.
Pan'er nodded her head, but was also a bit stunned that she was arriving in Yangzhou so soon. On second thought, it was time to come, after all, the mission of the southern tour team was to tour south, they couldn't always stay somewhere. But then, they would have to move away from here.
As she looked around, she felt a sense of reluctance to leave the house.
In the evening, after dinner, the Prince spent some time with Pan'er and then intended to go to the front study. He had never done this before, so Pan'er tugged at his sleeve and asked, "Your Highness, are you leaving?"
The prince patted her hand and said, "I'm going to sleep in the study."
"What are you doing sleeping in the study?" Looking at the prince's meaningful eyes, she realised that she was suspected of being pregnant and that it would be best for the stability of the foetus to have separate rooms.
But Pan'er felt that this would not work, and that was why she had been struggling with it for so many days. She was the only one with the prince now that they were away on their southern tour, and those people were already fond of sending him beauties and other things, and it was only because she kept a close eye on them that they didn't succeed.
"The Prince's wife, the Prince's wife, was a very good person, but I am afraid to sleep alone at night in a place I am not familiar with. I often couldn't sleep night after night, or after arriving in the Palace……"
Just as Pan'er was talking, Zhang Laishun was already gesturing for Xiangpu and the girls to go down, including himself, who also hastily retreated and cats outside. The private conversations of the masters could not be listened to; if they heard too much, not only would their ears fall off, but perhaps their heads as well.
The prince nodded, extraordinarily meaningful: "What do you mean then?" Pan'er climbed onto his arm and smiled ingratiatingly, "I was just thinking, it's not certain whether I'm pregnant or not, so why don't we not share a room now?" The prince considered the matter, taking a little too long, and Pan'er looked at him nervously.
"All right then, let's wait until the Imperial Doctor comes and asks for a pulse."
Pan'er was pleased and thought to herself, "When the doctor comes, I have other methods, I don't believe you won't give in.After they had washed up and gone to bed, Pan'er resumed her old ways and pressed herself to the Prince's body as she slept, but in fact she was not quite asleep yet and was still vaguely aware of the outside world.
She heard the prince say, "You're so silly."-- The arrival of the southern parade brought the whole city of Yangzhou to a boil.
Yangzhou has many docks, and the southern patrol fleet stopped at the dock outside the east city gate, causing countless commoners to go and watch the spectacle, and even though there were quite a few official soldiers standing guard next to it, they still couldn't dispel their enthusiasm.Even if they could just look at it from a distance, they could brag about it later.
Because of the limited manpower, the officials were all busy with the enthusiastic crowd, so the governor of Yangzhou, Lu Pingshan, had a group of labourers drawn from the docks to help carry the goods accompanying the southern tour.
The labourers, dressed only in thin shirts in the middle of winter, were carrying wheelbarrows with boxes and cages on them, and were guarded by soldiers on both sides of the road, with their eyes gleaming as they looked around. The labourers were naturally carrying the personal belongings of the officials accompanying them, and the Prince's belongings were not to be carried by them either. The large quay was divided into two paths, one for carrying goods and the other, guarded by more soldiers, for walking.
"That's our Crown Prince of Great Zhou?" The labourers took advantage of the unloading process to wipe off their sweat and talk about it.
In fact, from their distance, they couldn't see anyone's face at all, and could only watch from afar as a man in a yellow garment was hailed by a group of people and marched out."Born with golden dignity, you say that if we could be entrusted with becoming a prince, no, even a prince, we wouldn't have to be here now."
Someone said admiringly. "If the foreman hears you, you'll be whipped!" "Don't even think about it!" "Look, there are women at the back, they're not all the Prince's concubines, are they?" With a thick voice deliberately lowered, the labourers in the vicinity looked up in a flash.
There was a woman with a veiled hat, surrounded by several maids, walking slowly behind her, and those who knew something snorted, "There's only one. That one is the lady of the palace, the others are all palace maids.""Even if they are palace maids, they all look good to me ......"
It's not clear, but just the sight of the delicate colours in the men's crowd is enough to keep these labourers, who can't afford a wife and can only find the occasional prostitute to relieve their desires, entertained for a long time.
Su Hai glanced over his shoulder with some annoyance, and then lowered his head to wipe his sweat. When people saw his movement, someone teased him, "What's wrong, Hai Zi? Usually you are the most lively when talking about this, but why are you silent today?" Su Hai shoved the man who had approached him, "Do you think I'm like you guys, with no place to use my strength all day long, just thinking about women's crotches?"
"Ouch, say it like you don't want that ......" Dazhi came over and said, "Come on, Xu Zi, hurry up and get to work, if the foreman finds out about this, it's not a big deal to get whipped, that's a noble man from the capital."
Dazhi was a hard-working man, and he was also a righteous man, so he was always willing to help others with anything, so he had some prestige among the group. Seeing that he had said so, several labourers stopped talking and got busy with their work. Dazhi helped Su Hai carry the boxes off the car and said, "What's wrong with you lately, Hai Zi? You've been so distracted all day, is there something wrong with you?"
"What can I do? Nothing!" Su Hai said, putting the scarf on his shoulder around his neck and pushing the wheelbarrow farther away. Dazhi looked at his back with worry in his eyes.
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The prince, with Pan'er and the others, had boarded the imperial ship yesterday. Today they followed the procession and came off the ship again, especially the Prince who showed his face. When they left the pier, a caravan was waiting. As they boarded the car, the caravan moved slowly, and the sound of people outside was heard on the way, but it was only after a short distance that it gradually quietened down. There was no special palace in Yangzhou, and the Emperor and his predecessor used to stay in the Jiang family's compound for their southern tour.
This is the glory of the Jiang family. Who doesn't know that the Emperor and the late Emperor always stayed at the Jiang family's home during their southern tour, and because of this, the Jiang family has been able to sit at the top of the top ten salt merchants in Yangzhou, and is currently the chief of the two Huaihai salt merchants guilds.
The chief merchant has the greatest power, and every year the chief merchant takes the lead in bringing together the salt tax of the court, and all public and private fees and subsidies with the government are assessed by him, making him half government and half business. The Jiang family was also a hereditary merchant, and had close relations with the government.
The Jiang family's backer was not a particular official or force, but the current emperor. Several generations ago, the head of the Jiang family was known as a 'friend of the emperor with his cloth', and since then, every time the emperor came to the south of the Yangtze River, most of the Jiang family received him. Whenever the court was in trouble, the Jiang family would actively raise money for the court for disaster relief and military pay, and all the heads of the Jiang family were given official titles by the court.
So every time when His Majesty went on a tour of the South, it was the time for the Jiang family to be proud. No, everyone else wanted to get in but couldn't, and the Jiang family had already made the Prince their guest of honour. When they arrived, Pan'er and Aunt Qing and the others were busy settling in, and the Crown Prince had been cleared away, saying that he was going ahead to the banquet.
A maid also came to report at the door, saying that a banquet had been prepared for Feng Yi and asking if she wanted to pass the meal. Pan'er was not hungry at the moment, so she said she would have them serve it later. The prince was expected to stay in Yangzhou for a month, during which time he would be staying in the Jiang Yuan garden, so many things had to be unpacked and put away.
It was almost noon before Pan'er had the meal passed around and asked Aunt Qing and the girls to go and eat as well, as they had been tired all morning. After the meal, she rested. Meanwhile, Pei Yongchang was standing outside Jiang Yuan, arguing with the concierge and the guards of Jiang Yuan. Even though he said that Su Fengyi, who was serving the Prince on his southern tour, was his sister, the concierge did not let him in.
Normally, Pei Yongchang would not have been able to argue with a concierge, but today he was blocked by a brat. He did not know that every time at this time, there are countless people who want to come to the door to get close to the family or to get into the eyes of the royal family, so as to take over the position of the Jiang family.For this reason, the Jiang family had already taken precautions. At such times, even if the king of heaven came, he could not just let people in. When Pei Yongchang was leaving, he fiercely pooh-poohed.
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jade i hope you’re doing well, i’ve missed you and slwy so much !!!! thank you once again for sharing your writing with us 🩷🩷
It felt like a break-up except you and him weren’t even fucking dating.
His hand peeked out from under his button-up sleeve. You reached forward, not thinking before slipping your fingers between his.
The gesture surprised him, and he glanced up at you with big eyes. He squeezed your hand, finding comfort in it.
literally not even 20 seconds in and you’re already making me tear up. and yn?? her first thought is to comfort him and ask about jisung istg this girl is an angel
Your fingers settled on his jaw, to calm him, “I mean, I know that you can’t stay here forever. You were only here for the summer anyway”
It felt anticlimactic. This was why he was so nervous, why Felix was so mad, why they were fighting?
oh fuck this hurts my heart is breaking she still thinks they have the rest of the summer 😭
Hyunjin wasn’t going to be holed up in this small town forever. Everybody knew it would always be temporary, so what was the drama for?
just fell to my knees, dear god yn is breaking my heart….. she knew from the start that whatever thing she had with hyunjin would be temporary,,,, but the fact that she questions what the big deal was is so sad ?? like even though she’d be upset when he’d have to leave, i think she was already mentally prepared for that moment because she knew that they only had the summer but now even that is being taken from her. yn is so selfless, but i wish she’d act more selfishly and realise that her feelings are completely valid and it’s okay to let him know he hurt her
Of course he’d figured everything out. A man as precise as Hyunjin, of course he’d already solved for all the problems you couldn’t even foresee. But what about you?
You felt a surge of hopelessness, because he didn’t understand how important this was to you. How important he was.
A laugh escaped you, at the lost innocence of that sentence, “What? My list is not… important, Hyunjin” He frowned, “It was to me…”
yn has said time and time again how important hyunjin is to her but she can’t fathom that she is just as important to him. this is fine :)
You drove past Aera’s, and Hyunjin’s gaze lingered on it, long after you’d already passed it.
am i still holding onto hope that hyunjin remembers her from all those years ago? yes. is it causing me an indescribable amount of pain? also yes.
You reached over without thinking, hand settling over his, and immediately, he was calm.
the fact that her mere presence calms him i am UNWELL .
You flipped to another page, but Hyunjin’s hand reached out to stop you. You looked at him questioningly. “Uh…you can go through that later. We don’t have much time”
wait did he draw her?? i really want yn to see herself through hyunjin’s eyes, i think that will finally get her to realise how much of an impact she’s had on his life
You didn’t know he noticed so many things about you, and so your heart warmed at just that implication. Hearing him recount what you’d been going through, you also felt a little emotional.
i am going to jump out my window how is every single paragraph hitting me with a new level of despair
You have such a kind heart, Hyunjin. You put your soul into everything you do, even if that’s just talking to someone at the grocery store or something. I think if someone met you, even for just a day in their life, you’d impact them forever
wow this is so beautiful 🥹💗
You always had to wait for moments. Moments like the one in the Photobooth. Or under the fireflies. The special moments you lived for.
In the movies, they were so dramatic, but real life wasn’t like that. In the books, they were so romantic, but there was no time for love in his life.
you don’t even understand how much slwy means to me, i know that i’ll still be thinking about it for years to come. hyunyn are everything to me
His wait held so many promises. So much hope. Wait, I’m in love with you too. Wait, I’m fucking stupid for leaving you all alone in this town. Wait, please don’t leave me without kissing me goodbye. He retreated to the kitchen counter, “Wait — your sketchbook. Don’t forget to take that”
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭😭
You’d come back to see him again, and in the same breath he was coming after you. The world was really so cruel.
How could two people be so perfect for each other but be destined to be apart?
idk let’s ask user hyunjinspark 🤨
He was savouring every kiss - no half-kisses, no pecks - mouth crushed to yours like he wanted to devour you and you’d let him.
i want you to know that you write the some of the most toe-curling, lip-biting smut on this app because this entire section was so 😩🥴🫠🥵🔥🔥
but also, i loved how innocent (lol) this scene was. you mentioned it too, but it did feel like they were two teenagers experiencing it all for the first time. i think it’s a really nice contrast, given everything they’ve been through and the depth of their feelings for each other, that this is their last moment — in another life, this slightly awkward but intimate moment would’ve been the first of many and would lead to a growing relationship; it’s a really nice contrast to show how it could’ve been 🥲
He kissed you a rushed goodbye, but for the first time that night, your heart didn’t hurt anymore
AGH THEIR GOODBYE IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AND HIT ME IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES I CANT EVEN BE FULLY UPSET
It was a picture of him at a stairwell, surrounded by three boys you’d come to recognise as Chan, Changbin and Jisung. They were smiling wide, teeth on display and Changbin was making a kissing face toward’s Hyunjin’s cheek, lips pouted and ready
my 3retcha 🥺💖💖 also changbin once again being the most relatable person to exist
He revealed a cropped baby blue t-shirt, with rhinestones across the hem. The shirt rose enough to show his bellybutton piercing and clenched abs. You held your breath, staring at the pictures. A thin choker adorned his neck too, and he was slightly smirking in the picture.
WHY WOULD YOU PUT THIS IMAGE IN MY HEAD ⁉️⁉️ the day hyunjin decides to wear a crop top (if he wants to) is the day i swan dive into the earth’s core
Hyunjin in Daejon was…a sweetheart, but Hyunjin in Seoul…was a fucking menace
and when yn goes to seoul and meets this menace version then what? what about the shred of sanity i have left?
“That doesn’t sound like you” She finally said. “Yeah, well maybe you don’t know who I am anymore. You haven’t talked to me in months”
THANK GOD yn didn’t forgive her !!! yn is better than me though, ik she doesn’t want to fight but after the shit hana put her through, i’d say hana’s getting off too easy
“When I get stuck in the middle of the writing process, I think of you, and it really helps”
You’re his muse, and it’s fitting because he’s always been yours.
SHUT UP THEYRE EACH OTHER’S MUSES 😭😭😭 and when yn can finally paint about love bc of hyunjin? and when hyunjin is no longer afraid to love bc of yn and writes a love song for her? 😭
“The day you stop worrying about what other people think, is the day you’ll live a much better life, Y/N”
minho and yeonjun >>>>>> anyone else
hyunjin and yn texts and little updates to each other is so cute 🥺 got me giggling and kicking my feet
i really liked felix’s redemption arc, and i liked that, compared to how cataclysmic their conversations have been recently, this was almost anticlimactic. it does really show felix’s growth and realising his feelings/accepting yn’s own feelings. and i’m glad they’re friends again
side note but ty for not giving hana a redemption arc (yet?) bc whilst it’s clear felix has reflected on his behaviours, hana was still so inconsiderate to yn and just flat out ignored the way she’s been a shitty friend. honestly good for yn for the way she handled things
Congratulations. Kim Jieong would be honoured to have you join him as an apprentice for his Fall Program in Painting at the Atelier of the Arts in Seoul, South Korea.
MY YN 😭 SHE DESERVES IT SO MUCH SHES MOVING TO SEOUL AND GOING TO SEE MENACE HYUNJIN AND EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT 🔮🙏🏽✨💫
You wait for his answer, but your message doesn’t deliver.
nvm i spoke too soon 😐
“We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.”
i know that he probably has his reasons, and with everything going on with the other members too, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. ik he’d never do anything to intentionally hurt her, so i think it’s for her own safety or something
Over the past few months, Minho has discussed all of his theories with you, about what could have happened. He’s so sure, that Hyunjin’s company is involved. You want to believe him, because there’s no way Hyunjin would do this.
lee minho has my entire fucking heart i would move mountains and the sky for this man
You swallow, “Thank you. I know you never really wanted me to move away. But I’m really glad you understand how much this means to me” “I rather you be away from me than be miserable in this little town”
felix stop making me cry 🥹🥹 i’m so happy that they’re friends again
AHHH YANG JEONGIN !!!! i hope he and yn become good friends i adore their dynamic already. also choi yeonjun once again raising my standards and being better than everyone else by just existing
The most beautiful boy in the world… stands on the other side of the shelf. You’d recognise that stance anywhere.
NO FUCKING WAY NOT THEM RANDOMLY MEETING THE FIRST WEEK SHES THERE ❓❓❓THEYRE REALLY GIVING A WHOLE NEW MEANING TO SOULMATES
You believe in destiny, and he has to be yours.
screaming and crying at yn’s growth so far, from rejecting love and thinking herself unworthy of it to believing hyunjin is her destiny oh i am UNWELL you are cruel for making me read this gut wrenching sentence with my own eyes
You were about to say something, but the words never made it past your lips, because he immediately looked away from you. It was as if he had never known you. Like you were a stranger.
The city of Seoul had never felt so quiet, as right now.
i genuinely have no words,,,, i was grinning at their reunion but was not prepared for him to ignore her. the way you got my hopes up too after yn called him her destiny 🥲 should’ve known you’d end the chapter with more angst 😔
okay but i kid you not the second i finished reading this i got a notification for hyunjin’s live. istg he has a sixth sense for knowing when you’re about to drop a new chapter bc HOW did this man drop love untold and dlmlu around the same time as the previous two updates and now he’s going live ??? maybe the live will fill the void in my heart after reading this chapter,,,,
once again, to call your writing beautiful would be an understatement. your prose and dialogue are so poetic and i love how you constantly keep us on our toes by mixing up the fluff and angst so we never know what to expect. it’s clear you put so much time and effort into slwy, thank you for sharing your work with us 🩷🩷 thank you for yet another incredible chapter and i’m sorry about the word vomit lol. i’m excited for what comes next for hyunjin and yn 💗
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i look forward to all of your reviews so much istg i experience every emotion reading them. youre so funny and i thank you for always pointing out your favorite parts of the chapter ! it helps me get better and realise what you like/dislike about the story.
and youre so right :(( she did think they still had the rest of the summer…i love breaking her heart. 😄 and about the smut…i love your thinking ! it definitely is like the exploration of a new relationship and a new love except it comes as a drastic goodbye instead and its interesting (but heartbreaking) to imagine what could have been 👀
i love reading all of your little comments on everything ! thank you 😭 im glad you love yeonjun and jeongin and minho because theyre sticking around…
and yes hyunjin definitely has a sixth sense for the updates its insane haha. i also love that youre keeping track of those releases and my updates simultaneously. ☺️
thank you 🩷 youre so so kind for this message and its not word vomit pls dont apologise, i reread this a thousand times already !
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“My boyfriend, baby-daddy and aviator extraordinary,”
If I was in that situation and would hear that, I would throw up right there 🤢
But in this very moment, you could have passed the clipboard that you were clutching for dear life off to the colleague in the next office after yours. You weren’t paid nearly enough to deal with this.
People in health care don't get paid enough anyway, but for this? Nahh
After all, in all the years you’d been together, in all the years you’d known Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw for, he’d been adamant he never wanted children. But as it turned out as you watched him walk hand in hand with a woman who looked half his fucking age down towards your office, you came to the jaded conclusion that it had just been you, he didn’t want kids with.
💔💔💔
“I didn’t think I’d run into you here,” It was probably the dumbest thing Rooster could have said knowing this was your place of employment, but he truly thought he wouldn’t. “I can explain!” Your imminent laugh sent anger coursing through Rooster’s veins.
Are you fucking stupid lmao? That is the worst and dumbest excuse ever
“I didn’t mean to knock her up!” Bradley hissed under his voice as you tried to leave the conversation.
Please say it again and loud enough for the new girl to hear, I beg you 🙏🏻
“Of course, you’d say that!” You laughed pathetically at your own rage at the situation. “You never do anything without your own interests at the forefront!” It was clear you weren’t dealing with any of this well at all.
But it was now or never to let Braldey know how you really felt. “I’m so grateful I never had kids with you,” You made sure to look your ex right in the eye when you said that. “With every fibre of me being Bradley, I mean it when I say I dodged a fucking bullet the day you decided I wasn’t good enough to be your wife anymore,”
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
With that, all you could do was laugh in disbelief. Was this really the same man who told you he could never see himself as a father? Was this the same man who begged you to go on birth control? Was this the same man who reminded you every time you held a friend’s newborn, or toddler or babysat a grown child, that you’d never have to worry about being a mother?
I REALLY wanna punch him right now 😤
“Your father,” You began. You already saw the drop in Bradley’s facial expression at the very mention of his late dad. “Would be rolling in his damn grave right now,” You spat. “And as for the mother?” You added as you smiled wildly with relief as you reminded yourself you were so much better off without Bradley Bradshaw in your life. “I’d be thankful she isn’t still here to slap you sideways,”
Omg Goose and Carole absolutely would!! 👏🏻
“What if I’ve made a mistake?” He asked as you pulled yourself out of his gentle touch, sniffling as you fixed yourself up.
Day Ten [The Secrets we Keep]
Summary: You have a patient booked in for an early ultrasound….What you don't expect is for it to be the new partner of your ex-husband. Bradley Bradshaw.
Warnings: Abortion. Marriage Breakdown. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Heartbreak. Self-worth issues.
Word Count: 2.1k
Whumptober Prompt Day Ten: Self-worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”
Author Note: Please make sure you read the warnings provided. Disclaimer: I do not condone nor endorse the actions that are written about during the month of October. These works of fiction are just that, fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for this year's prompt list.
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“Quinn? Steph Quinn?” Just like we need food and water, humans need each other. A brain study revealed that, when placed in an MRI, a patient’s reward centre lit up when another person sat in the room. Neurons fire when we talk to or think about someone, and they go haywire when we hold someone’s hand.
“Oh, that’s me,” The woman with the complexion of a goddess smiled as she stood from her chair—clipboard of information in hand. “Hi,”
“Hi there Steph,” You smiled politely as you reached out to take the clipboard from your next patient. “I see we’re down for an early detection ultrasound?” You knew what she was here for, but it was always nice to double-confirm with whoever you were about to scan.
“Yep. Me and my boyfriend are expecting,” Steph placed a hand over her barely visible baby bump. If anything, she looked slightly bloated, but other than that you’d never know that the woman standing before you was carrying a child.
“That’s exciting, congratulations,” You smiled softly as you double-checked that all the information you needed was present on our forms. “If you’d follow me this way, we’ll get you gowned up and ready to go,”
“Oh, Bradley shouldn’t be too much longer,” The name that escaped the woman’s mouth had your heart dropping into the pit of your stomach. “He just ducked off to the bathroom really quick,” She explained politely as she stalled. “He came straight from work to be here, said he wouldn’t miss this for the world,”
“Proud dad already?” Our brains and bodies are actually programmed to seek each other out and connect. So why do so many people prefer being alone? “What was your partner’s last name? Just so I can pop it down on the form,” It wasn’t something that necessarily needed to be done, but you were secretly praying to whatever God or Goddess was on duty that day for the woman before you to not say, Bradshaw.
Time stood still as the little bell rang out from the front office door, a familiar figure stood tall and strong in the doorway, just as shocked as you it seemed. Bradley Bradshaw hadn’t seen you in, well, months. Long enough to get another woman pregnant it seemed.
“Oh, there he is!” Steph cooed excitedly as Bradley took a few heavy strides toward where his expecting girlfriend stood beaming. “This is him, Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw,” She introduced the man who had gone ahead and decided creating a human life was actually something he wanted. It’s funny how people change, and adapt to their new surroundings. “My boyfriend, baby-daddy and aviator extraordinary,”
You could have thrown up in your mouth at that introduction, but you were a professional. Your scrubs said it all. You’d been a sonographer for the better half of Bradley’s own career. But in this very moment, you could have passed the clipboard that you were clutching for dear life off to the colleague in the next office after yours. You weren’t paid nearly enough to deal with this. You thought you’d processed the heartbreak of your failed marriage, but as Bradley stood there with his new and improved plaything, your heart broke all over again.
“Well, if you and your partner would like to follow me, I’ll get you two ready and sorted to see your pending child,” Bradley could see it in your eyes, how truly shocked you really were. “Right this way please,” You gestured as the couple walked ahead of you hand in hand, Bradley caught your eye for a mere second and chose to keep a tight-lipped gesture, a mixture of sorrow and awkwardness, across his face.
After all, in all the years you’d been together, in all the years you’d known Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw for, he’d been adamant he never wanted children. But as it turned out as you watched him walk hand in hand with a woman who looked half his fucking age down towards your office, you came to the jaded conclusion that it had just been you, he didn’t want kids with.
His high-school sweetheart, his former best friend, and his now ex-wife.
Why do we often run for the hills when we feel the slightest connection? Why do we feel compelled to fight what we’re hard-wired to do? Maybe it’s because when we find someone or something to hold onto, that feeling becomes like air…..and we’re terrified we’re going to lose it.
“If you’d like to pop this gown on for me,” You passed Miss Quinn the basic white gown you gave all your ultrasound patients. “We may not need to, but in case we need to do an internal ultrasound, this will just make the process a little easier access-wise,” You explained, never once paying any mind to your ex-husband whose eyes never left you.
It had only been six months, the divorce hadn’t even been finalised yet. Legally, you were still Y/n Bradshaw. But recently you’d gone back to your madame name at work. Six months and Bradley had already gone and created a life with another woman.
It had your brain malfunctioning, what was so wrong with you that in all the years you’d been together he’d never been able to entertain the idea? But here he was……in your office, expecting a child with someone else.
“I’ll give you a moment to change,” You smiled softly as you left the room, leaving the couple to their privacy. “Jesus fucking Christ,” You sighed as you tried to keep yourself grounded in the hall. This was never a situation you thought you’d find yourself in. You saw dozens of couples, single parents, happy and sad about their current situations. But never in a million years did you ever expect to see your ex for an early pregnancy scan.
“Y/n?” Fuck. You heard Bradley say as he stepped out of the office under the disguise of needing something to drink. “I’m–”
“Oh, oh no–no, we’re not gonna do this here,” You shook your head as anger as evident as anything overcame your entire being. “You’re a fucking joke, Bradley,”
“I didn’t think I’d run into you here,” It was probably the dumbest thing Rooster could have said knowing this was your place of employment, but he truly thought he wouldn’t. “I can explain!” Your imminent laugh sent anger coursing through Rooster’s veins.
“You think I need you to explain the fact I wasn’t good enough to have your children?” You hissed as you looked around the empty hall, checking to make sure that it was in fact, empty. “That, girl?” You made sure to put a little more emphasis on the fact she was still a ‘girl’ in your eyes. Putting pressure on the fact she was probably half Bradley’s age. “Is carrying your goddamn child and you think I need you to explain to me that I, your ex-wife, wasn’t good enough to even consider the possibility of having children with!?”
“I didn’t mean to knock her up!” Bradley hissed under his voice as you tried to leave the conversation. He reached out to grab your arm, keeping you in close proximity to him. He wasn’t finished explaining himself to you. “This has nothing to do with you or us,”
“No, it just has everything to do with the fact that within six months of us being separated, you went and got someone pregnant,” You pulled your arm out of Bradley’s grip with a frown that could kill. “I gave you everything I had, I was willing to sacrifice my own desires of having children because I loved you so much more than the idea of ever being a mother,” You could feel tears welling in your lower lash lines as you growled at your ex-husband in the hall of your place of employment. “I don’t even know who you are anymore, Rooster,”
“People change,” Bradley snarled back as you stood close enough to start a war. “I never did this to hurt you, you don't need to earn someone's love, you don't need me,”
“Of course, you’d say that!” You laughed pathetically at your own rage at the situation. “You never do anything without your own interests at the forefront!” It was clear you weren’t dealing with any of this well at all. But it was now or never to let Braldey know how you really felt. “I’m so grateful I never had kids with you,” You made sure to look your ex right in the eye when you said that. ���With every fibre of me being Bradley, I mean it when I say I dodged a fucking bullet the day you decided I wasn’t good enough to be your wife anymore,”
“I understand this is a really difficult time, but I loved you,” Bradley sighed as he held a hand to his hip and another to the bridge of his nose. “What we had, what we shared was real, but sometimes it’s not meant to last,” He sounded like he took that straight from some couples counsellor. Perhaps he did, perhaps it was written in a notebook he kept inside his bedside table from when you were trying to save your marriage. “Don’t make my choices in my new relationship about you,”
With that, all you could do was laugh in disbelief. Was this really the same man who told you he could never see himself as a father? Was this the same man who begged you to go on birth control? Was this the same man who reminded you every time you held a friend’s newborn, or toddler or babysat a grown child, that you’d never have to worry about being a mother?
“Your father,” You began. You already saw the drop in Bradley’s facial expression at the very mention of his late dad. “Would be rolling in his damn grave right now,” You spat. “And as for the mother?” You added as you smiled wildly with relief as you reminded yourself you were so much better off without Bradley Bradshaw in your life. “I’d be thankful she isn’t still here to slap you sideways,”
The silence in the hall was deafening as Bradley stared you down with a rage you’d never seen before. His nostrils flared as his face threatened to turn a shade of crimson only reserved for hatred.
“You really do harbour hated, don’t you?” Bradley asked as he watched you wipe away the few tears you’d allowed yourself to cry. “You couldn’t just accept me for who I was, who I am!”
“I gave up, my dream, FOR YOU!” You couldn’t help yourself as you shoved at Bradley’s chest. The shock was evident across his entire face as he stumbled back slightly in the hall. “I aborted the only child I will ever have because YOU didn’t want to be a father,” It was the first time you’d ever told Bradley you were once pregnant with his child.
“Y/n,” You knew the revelation was a lot to take in, but so was the fact your ex-husband was expecting a child…after you gave one up for him. “I didn’t–I didn’t know,” Bradley softened his voice as he reached out to cup your face, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away your tears.
For a second, you allowed yourself to soften within his touch, but it wasn’t enough. It was too little, too late.
“Some, some random girl you’ve known for all of a minute is in my office waiting to see your soon-to-be child on an ultrasound, Bradley,” You pulled yourself together, remembering the only time you saw your baby on an ultrasound you have to yourself, alone. “You should go,”
“What if I’ve made a mistake?” He asked as you pulled yourself out of his gentle touch, sniffling as you fixed yourself up. Knowing full well you’d already made the biggest one of your life.
“Then you accept your new reality and be the damn man you should have been for me,” You hissed through gritted teeth as you walked back into your office, immediately making eye contact with the woman who you wished to be. “Ready to meet your little blop?”
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For Honor, Home, and Love
Here's something I wrote on fanfictionnet for Victorious ages ago and was surprised by how much I still kinda like it. Of course there are things I would word differently or alter now, but meh.
Tuesday holds a special place on the weekly page, though at first glance and to most it is merely an insignificant day nestled between the dreaded Monday and the hope giving Wednesday. But it is far more than just another day. Tuesday is without question the most surprising day of the week. One might argue that this title would be held by Saturday or Friday, where crazy shit was bound to go down… however that's just it, you expect those two days to provide the unexpected, making it in effect less unexpected. Thursday is just pre-Friday, and Sunday the day of regret for the previous two. No, Tuesday is the day that no one sees coming, despite it always being there. On Tuesday you can go from perfectly normal to up to your ass in leeches and never have seen it coming. Because it is the unexpected that you can never expect, even if you've been down the rabbit-hole before it seems to have the magical ability to erase your memory and make you it's mystery bitch all over again.
Now what does this have to do with the lean brunette young woman in a bedroom not her own, sitting upon a comfy jet black swivel chair waiting for the room's owner to return so that they might be rid of each other's presence? Well, the fact that it's Tuesday and the room belongs to… "Jade, what's this?" The aforementioned young woman asks not a millisecond after she hears the other girl's boots announce her return on the Japanese maple hardwood flooring.
Mentally and physically groaning at what was likely another inane remark about her room or request that would never be fulfilled, Jade draws her eyes sharply toward her 'guest', soon after barking, "Private. So get away from my laptop, Vega!" Swiftly crossing the expanse of the relatively large room to snatch her gorgeous black beauty adorned with a skull crossed with twin scythes from the other girl's mitts. Noticing that it's unlocked and to her dread displaying a short tale she couldn't really identify Jade takes a moment to prioritize her thoughts before asking, "How did you even get in?" Growling at her soon to be formerly living classmate.
What would normally send most anyone without any power over her running in terror only brought a thin smile to Tori's lips, "Your password was written on that sticky note." She points to the desk and a lovely pink post-it inked with black. In a flash Jade grabs the note and crumples it with her non-laptop carrying hand.
Tori merely smiles as she reads the memorized contents aloud, "Sc1ss0rV3ga2D3th…" Jade freezes in place, unable to even form the most basic syllables let alone words, so she can't stop the other girl from continuing to speak, "…which itself raises plenty of awkward and terrifying questions that I really don't want to ask."
As the last word falls silent the room is engulfed in an emptiness of nothing except the two beings currently inhabiting it…and an old wind-up clock sitting on Jade's nightstand ticking away. There was a very interesting story behind the handcrafted brass antique marred with a few dings and scratches…but that's not really the focus of this particular Tuesday now is it?
Given that Tori not only had her….questionable password already carved into brain, but had had access to everything on her laptop… Jade's mind was in free fall without a parachute insight. Then the other girl spoke, "Riiigght, so my family knows I'm here… and I'm not really into being violently sexually assaulted so…" Tori had already risen from the chair and was making her way toward the door when she finished speaking. Not really intent on departing, because there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity presented her by her snooping. She just needed to motivate the fleshy statue to speak, and this was not a situation where Jade could just let Tori go, the pass alone was enough ammo.
And right on cue the other girl stated, "I'm not going to assault you." Though she might strangle her for this invasion of privacy, and that is the fuel she uses to bypass the fear…rage. The one emotion Jade West knew inside and out how to express from its deepest depths was Anger. No one could quite do pissed like she could, no, she was the crowned queen of fury and spite, wrath and revenge. And now she had that wellspring to call upon…
Tori half turns, "Yeah, says your password." Casting her eyes at Jade's hand, still holding the piece of tiny paper bearing a horrible blade soaked in social poison.
Not letting the words phase her Jade fires back, "The idea of a password is that it shouldn't be something that you'd think of." Not letting a breath fall between them, she continues, "Now …don't we have work to do?" Hoping they can drop this with a logical segue from uncomfortable territory.
Completing her turn with her back now to the door Tori offer with a shrug, "Sure…" Then lets a smirk play upon her lips, "…after you fill me in…not literally…" That insinuation earned her a toxic glare, but she resumed anyway, "…on that weird little story synopsis you have there." Pointing at the laptop lazily.
Jade couldn't freakout, she couldn't, that would be bad for so many reasons. The one topping the list is her accidentally revealing far more than she ever wants to without even knowing which story the infuriating girl was talking about…., 'It might be nothing, it might just be one of the play ideas, nothing to worry about in that case,' With her thoughts reigning her in she offers a blanket response, "I am a writer…a good one thank you very much. So I do tend to write things."
Eyebrow raised Tori inquires, "And the lesbian lovers sounding eerie like you and me?"
As the words were fired from lethal lips Jade could feel them leaving blistering trails of pain as they penetrated her heart. But she couldn't be stalled, she had to impede, "What are you talking about?"
Leveling a look of determination Tori strides forward, putting Jade on high alert as she herself takes a step back about to ask what she thought she was doing…. while in the depths of her being she was screaming for the girl to do something, unexpected. To both her dismay and delight all Tori does is reacquire the laptop, then opens it to reveal a tiny poorly thought out almost non-existent scrap of something Jade had typed up in boredom last Tuesday.
A wave of relief washes over her as she recognizes the 'story'. Fighting back the urge to smile with glee Jade offers matter-of-factly, "They're all fictional characters set during a modified ancient Greece. You aren't in it." Adding a dash of venom at the end.
"Bullshit." Is the last word spoken before the laptop was tossed on the bed in the same motion as Tori steps forward, invading Jade's personal space once again… but this time not stopping until she was sharing the same air. Mere inches away deep chocolate eyes revealing twin mirrors, reflecting nothing, yet revealing too many truths to be properly comprehended in one day. Tori had obviously read more than just that silly little piece of scrap, she had to have accessed the Jori files…stupidly named, nevertheless unrelentingly accurate. There the accursed writings of a madwoman besot with malice and pain forged tales of love and life that could easily open so many doors… but the content, the inspiration would never be revealed, for there written for none to ever see was her greatest fear…
…and love,
Tori Vega.
#tori vega#jade west#jori#victorious nickelodeon#sapphic love#teasing little sht#The first chapter was weird so no posting that mess#LordDreadSigma#Tuesday#may Dread watch over you
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