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adreaminthesea · 11 days

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WC: 2,790 CW: Brief descriptions/allusions to s*icide. Pairing: Modern AU Jude Jazza x OC Isla Corbin Tags: Angst, Pre-Relationship, Pairing Introduction Dividers: @.saradika-graphics/@.natimiles

Sunken eyes stare across the skyline, the breeze plays with silvery brunette hair, pulling it up in an airy dance. Bitter cold brushes against her skin as the tips of her shoes peek over the edge of the high clock tower. The view of the campus and the rest of London fill her vision, the silence is deafening in the early twilight.

The creaking of the opening door from behind made her tense, but as soon as Alfons voice cracked into the air, Isla’s body relaxed.

“Thought you’d be up here, my dear.” He joined her, side by side on the ledge, while she just kept staring ahead as he spoke.

“So, Isla?” He looked straight ahead at the vast forest of dead trees that surrounded Crown’s restricted area on the campus.

“Just saying goodbye.” There was a listless finality with that statement which made his misty gray eyes dart her way.

Her frame was as still as stone, but one that could easily topple at any moment. With some thought, he pulled the glove from his hand, “Well then, shall I offer you a sweet dream on your tumble down?”

She pulled her hair away from her nape and offered it to him willingly. “Yes, let’s have one more beautiful dream,” she said numbly.

Alfons stepped up behind her and whispered gently into her ear, feeling conflicted deeply for the first time in a long time, but he couldn’t deny her. As soon as he stepped away, her eyes glazed over in pure joy, and without a care in the world, Isla plunged below into the sea of dead trees that stretched out their branches like a pack starving claws.

Gasp!

Isla woke up while her body was in the middle of falling onto the floor. Catching herself on her wrist, she barely missed face planting onto the cold hardness. Her stomach still rolling just as it had when she was plummeting to her death in her dream. Flinching at the sharp pain in her wrist, she quickly sat up and looked at the clock on her nightstand.

5:00 a.m.

She let out a long breath, and out of habit she reached for the rubber band on her nightstand, but when she remembered that she threw it away, she felt frustrated.

“Let’s just go.” She said with a huff.

She got up, showered and then went to the clock tower that she had just dreamed about to watch the dawn break over the campus. However, this time Alfons was there before her. This time she was the one who stood next to him atop the ledge. This time was the last time she would ever do this, but not for the same reason in her dream.

“You’re up rather early.” He said with a playful smirk.

“And you’re home rather early.” She kicked back in a flat tone.

The sleeves of her sweater were pushed up on her arms as she stared at the still starry morning.

“Ah, it seems you’re no longer wearing it,” Alfons observed her bare wrist which used to don a rubber band.

Isla gingerly tugged her sleeve down to hide her skin, “Time to break bad habits….and start new ones.”

“Ohhh?” He queried.

“Well….” She paused choosing her words carefully, “…You could say I’m taking a page from your book. I’ll just stop thinking about unpleasant things.”

“I never wanted them anyway.”

Alfons turned his head to look at her. “You mean you aim to forget…about him. Sounds like a good habit to me.”

She smiled faintly, “I’ll lie to myself. Deny myself. Fill myself up with other things….until maybe, I'll forget him just enough that my fate won’t be as hellish as it’s going to be, and then…..”

She hopped down and started walking to the door, never minding the faint orange glow creeping up in the East nor finishing her sentence. And as he watched her back, for a moment, Alfons felt that she was the one that was more faint than morning mist. He figured what she meant to do, and he was silently grateful he’d not be involved.

“Your tenure is up today, what shall you do?” he asked after her.

Isla stopped midway to the door.

Originally, she was supposed to die by hands the of Crown in three months time, which she readily agreed to, but that was before Crown learned of her ability, and before she knew what her tragic ending was - to live eternally in a watery hell as a half-crazed water spirit that pined for her lover.

Her wrist stung as if reminding her that she needed to see Roger as quickly as possible. Now was not the time to get distracted, but she couldn’t leave Alfons hanging either.

She turned and asked in a somewhat stoic, yet mischievous tone, “Can you keep a secret?”

Isla stepped into Jude’s private wing after visiting Roger in his lab, her wrist splinted from her fall, and other business conducted.

She arranged the documents on his desk, prepped his tea, and cleaned out his ashtray. After a few moments, he entered without acknowledging her with a morning greeting. That was a normal interaction between the two. Isla stepped away to the bookshelf to catalog a few things, when Jude finally spoke up.

“Yer wrist.”

Isla didn’t stop what she was doing when she responded, just as he didn’t stop reading when he spoke to her.

“Fell from bed this morning. Just a mild sprain.”

That was a sufficient response, but the fact that she seemed so unaffected by recent events, it grated on Jude’s nerves in an abnormal way. Especially since she crossed a line she strained not to cross for many years - he being the reason why the line was crossed.

He let it go after some thought, even though she explained why she did what she did, he could not bring himself to accept those words nor offer the same words to her in return. It would be disgusting of him to do so, she had a family who loved her, and she should be with them for as long as she could.

“Ya got a meeting with the swim team today. It’s usually later in the week.”

Isla turned around with a mild smile, “Seems like things were changed this week. Well, I’ve gotta run or I’ll be late. Your first meeting is at 9:00 a.m., then you’ve got a class. Ellis will be with Liam all day prepping for the next fundraiser until Crown’s meeting tonight......It’s a rare, quiet day for us.”

Jude watched her pick up her bag before he shifted his attention back to his work.

Isla turned the knob on his door, paused for a second and said, “Bye.”

She didn’t stick around to listen to his response, which was for the best because he was wasn’t even listening to her at this point, being so absorbed in his work he didn’t even recognize the mist disappearing from his life.

Later that evening, all Crown members gathered in the large, pure white meeting room, each colorful member sitting at the long white table in stark contrast.

All were present, save for two, Jude and Isla.

“Now, that will be all. Ellis, my dear boy, I’m counting on you to relay the assignment information to Jude when he returns, and that shall wrap things up.”

Just as the meeting adjourned, a hand quickly darted up, “Um, Victor….where’s Isla?”

Before Victor could answer, Jude entered the meeting room.

“Oh, Jude! Welcome!”

“Can it. Ellis, have ya seen Isla? Can’t reach her mobile.”

Ellis shook his head, “No. I texted her before the meeting, but it said the message couldn’t be delivered.”

“What?!” He seethed between a clenched jaw.

Victor promptly announced, “Ah, Isla will not be returning to Crown. In fact, she will not be returning to campus -“

“The hell? Care to repeat that?”

Liam’s face grew grim and Harrison looked down in realization before he said, “Her time was up, huh?”

Victor smiled, “That’s right.”

William smiled wickedly at Victor’s affirmation, which pissed Jude off so much that he walked over and grabbed him by the collar.

“Oi, ya bastard. What did ya do to her?”

Roger stood up to pull Jude off William, only for Victor to clarify rather quickly, “Ah, she’s quite alright. She should be halfway to Germany by now.”

A look of shock painted Jude’s face as he let go of William, and turned to Victor.

“The hell does that mean? We’ve got a contract, she can’t leave.”

“…About that,” Victor held up a letter, “Isla was accepted into a six month exchange program she applied to prior to her involvement with Crown.”

He placed it on the table and slid it to Jude, who quickly took the letter and read it over.

“So that’s why she let me draw so much blood this morning….”

“……What?” asked Elbert in surprise.

Roger laughed, “She was adamant that I use it for research. Of course, she asked me for something in return…...”

Jude’s thoughts were solely on the acceptance letter, and couldn’t focus on anything anybody else was saying.

“Jude, this nullifies your contract with Isla, as there is a clause allowing the contract to be voided if she were required to travel to further pursue her education.”

All eyes fell on Jude as he grit his teeth, being subjected to accept the situation by force. The entire room was silent until Alfons started belting out laughter, “Ahaha, she really pulled one over you, didn’t she you villain?!”

“Al that’s not nice…..”, Elbert quietly reprimanded.

“Well, what’s done is done. We should be happy for her since she’s following her heart.” William finally chimed in.

“But wasn’t she supposed to…..you know?” Liam tilted his pink head quizzically.

“Things changed the moment we learned she was cursed, and even more so afterwards.”

Victor explained while standing up, “Well, I have a faculty meeting to get to, have a Good Evening, my Cursed Ones.”

In a gambling den ran by Jude, he sat in the darkest corner simmer over everything that happened with a glass of whiskey in his hand, and a cigarette with the other. The way he was made a fool in front of everyone made his blood boil, as his memory of that morning in his office retraced everything that expired between them, and finally he connected the dots.

“Bye,” Her voice echoed in his mind.

It was enough to move him to barge into Victor’s office, who was caring for his succulent’s at the time, to confront him, “Ya helped her with the schedule change, so she could leave quietly, and kept her acceptance a secret.”

Sapphire eyes met amethyst ones in silence for a moment, “...She came to me asking if I’d pardon her death sentence for certain reasons, and let her leave for the program now that her time was up with Crown. She proved herself loyal to us, to her own evil, and I had no reason not to help someone as lovely, caring and adorable as her.”

“Sneaky bastards,” Jude turned to leave.

“If she approached you to tell you about this program, would you have let her go?”

“‘Course n-“

“Why not? I read the contract, I know you placed her into a contract under the guise of repayment, but it seems it was really a form of protection for her against Crown. Essentially, if her three months were up, we couldn’t touch her because her debt with you wasn’t satisfied yet. You’re using your contract with Crown to do whatever you wish with your targets in her favor.”

Victor stared at Jude’s back as he paused.

“We aren’t going to harm her, so your contract isn’t needed.”

Victor’s cheerful tone scraped against Jude’s ears. I know that.

“Now, you’re free of a nuisance. Isn’t that right, Jude?”

“Tch, ya cost me free labor. Be prepared to pay me for it, Counselor.”

Jude hissed back at Victor full of venom.

“Of course.” Victor agreed readily, knowing he had one-upped the angry Jude who left his office in quiet fury.

As soon as Jude left Victor behind, there was Alfons leaning against the wall waiting for him.

“One problem after another,” he muttered, walking past Alfons.

He followed Jude from behind saying not a word, but simply chuckling to himself.

“Got somethin’ to say?”

“Oh, my no. It’s just…..I’m enjoying this immensely. Isla never disappoints me. When she told me her pla-whoops! That was supposed to be a secret.”

For some reason, as he watched Alfons pretend like he was sorry for saying something he shouldn’t, those words pricked Jude more than they should’ve, like a barbed thorn pricking his cold, impregnable heart. The pain felt….

“Well, I ain’t lettin’ her off.”

Alfons looked genuinely surprised for a moment before he laughed at Jude, “You pathetic thing, do you really believe she’s coming back?”

“……”

“She’s never returning.”

His eyes narrowed on Alfons, “And how d’ya know that?”

Alfons walked ahead of Jude with a shrug, “Like I said, she told me her plan herself this morning.”

The thorn pricking Jude’s heart drove itself deeper, with the knowledge that Alfons knew something about her that he didn't. In truth, Jude didn't really know anything at all about her - at least not was spurring her most recent action.

“Ha, why'd I believe an immoral spectacle like yerself?”

Alfons turned around chaffing at his insult. It's true, he wasn't the purest soul on the face of the earth, but he wasn't so calloused to be as cruel as to lie about this to him, about her. Cruelty was apart Jude's curse not his. They sized each other up for a moment.

“Do you know why she truly left in the first place?”

The implication of that question annoyed Jude further. Dammit, it’s just a small thorn. If it hurts, all I need to do is pull it out.

“Dunno. Don’t care. Good riddance.”

Just like that, Jude’s heartlessness rejected the thorn, and pushed it back out, he never wanted it anyway - this thorny love.

She was just a bad habit that crept slowly within him.

Alfons grew hot at his indifference and stepped up to Jude’s face.

“Indeed. Now that she’s gone she’ll drown better without you in her life. Still, I hope your hell is more miserable than hers.”

“What’s that mean?”

Isla’s eyelids lift slowly, her vision greeted by wintery patchwork below her. She thought about how distant she was now from her family, Crown, and him. It stung, but it felt exhilarating knowing she was on par with him enough to dupe him.

When a voice from the intercom announced that their descent was about to begin, Isla looked at the time on her phone, and thought about Jude who’d be finishing up his class right about now, making his way back to his office to complete Raven’s work until he had to attend Crown’s meeting.

Old habits die hard, but it wasn’t too difficult to shut him out. She carefully practiced the art of carving out love and affection for others over the years, saving only a measured amount for her immediate family. She couldn't afford to have strong emotions affect her ability.

Still, both Crown and Jude, sat heavily in her mind, more than she thought they would. So, just this once, Isla decided that until she stepped onto German soil, she’d relish a little longer in her memories she’d soon intentionally turn into sterile, emotionless encounters.

True to her word, as soon as she arrived, she killed everything she had been reminiscing about with indifference, and focused on her future tasks. She promised to do one last job for Victor over the next six months, so there was no room for error.

After picking up her luggage from the baggage belt, she walked towards the entrance to look for the ride who had been arranged to pick her up at the airport, when a sudden cheerful voice popped behind her.

“Guten Tag, Miss.”

Isla turned around and was greeted by a lovely crash of blue and a robust smile.

“You must be, Isla Corbin.”

Finally, it's taken me months to figure out just how I wanted to start modern Jude's & Isla's story, I knew the plot and how things would play out, but I don't know if it's because we lack official Jude lore due to his route not being released (I like mixing in canon lore), or my simple lack of creative-writing skills, but I struggled with this. After umpteen rewrites, countless nights of being up to 3:00 am, and lots of head scratching, the inspiration finally hit me how to go about telling their story in the middle of the work day.

I was struggling very badly that day with a down-ish mood when I started listening to: This Love, This Hate by Hollywood Undead, (I was regressing to my angsty high school kid phase), and there was one line that stuck me as Isla-core in terms of the Destiny that she will face due to her curse. And so, the opening scene just spilled into my head, and I immediately started typing on my phone.

I feel like I'll continue their AU journey in the form of flashbacks to fill in the gaps of what transpired between them before she left Crown.

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judesmoonbeauty · 2 months

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Art Comm completed by @ reliafutu on X. My OC: Isla x Jude⌛️🌊

Isla’s Lore: Most know that her Victorian version isn’t cursed, but her mod AU version is. However, the water plays a large part in their lives, and both girls are excellent shots. Their fathers took them hunting quite a bit growing up, and although modern Isla can drown anyone with within her line of sight, she’d rather shoot someone dead because she can lose control of her ability when her emotions are too high. Although, Jude loves watching her victims struggle for their lives as they drown, so she humors him when she’s not emotionally involved

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judesmoonbeauty · 3 months

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Highway Kisses

Apparently, it's international kiss day or something like that, so I thought I'd write a tiny drabble. It was supposed to be a fic inspired by a chat the IkeVil server about theme parks, so I intended it to be longer, but it turned out this way. Maybe I'll write a follow-up to their misadventures at the theme park one day. WC: 269┃Fluff ┃Kisses ┃Love Bites CW: Mild cursing Pairing: Jude x My OC - Isla

On their way back from an intel mission, a large theme park came into sight as they were driving on the highway. Noticing her eyes brighten as she caught sight of the lights, Jude expected Isla to mention that she wanted to go, but she didn’t say anything. It was probably because she knew he had a business meeting the next day that he wanted to prep for once they returned from their mission.

“Tch….if ya wanna go then say so.”

He suddenly swerved the vehicle into the next lane just barely merging onto the exit needed to get to the theme park, leaving Isla to feel like her heart was going to leap out of her chest.

“Jude, what the hell?! You’re such a jerk.”

“And?”

He snickered at her while enjoying every bit of the expression on her face. Picking up her free hand he bit down on the top of her knuckle, quickly grazing the sore spot with his hot tongue before gently kissing it, a sweet tingle traveled up her arm before it settled in her heart.

As he locked his fingers with hers, she lifted his hand to her mouth biting him back with as much strength as he bit her with. With a sweet peck over the mark she left she responded, “And I love you.”

Those words wrapped around his heart like a returning promise.

“Ya better, if ya know what’s good for your ass, princess.”

With a warm summer night ahead of them, the dangerous pair continued onto their destination, enjoying sweet kisses throughout the evening.

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judesmoonbeauty · 6 months

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Fairytale Keeper's Final Assessment SE:

Jude Jazza's POV Chapter 1 ཐིཋྀ

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with/// Hour Glass Banners Credit: @/natimiles ཐིཋྀ

(The Crown forced a woman who just happened to witness an assassination into an unfair contract.)

(And that Bitch, her Majesty the Queen keeps ordering her to accompany us on missions.)

(And this woman herself, who is so stubborn that she will follow you no matter how many times she gets herself in trouble.)

(I too, tried to test her guts at some point.)

Everything about it is disgusting.

(So I'll end it right here and now.)

Victor: You will spend the day with her. Then sign here at the end of the day.

Victor: What happens if you don't agree?

Victor: At that point, we’ll say goodbye to Kate. Oh, and please keep all of this a secret from Kate.

(I wondered what the hell he was doing calling people out this early in the morning.)

(Fairytale Keeper Continuation Agreement. Ha….stupid.)

Why are you doing this now, don't force this kind of thing on people.

Even if I open my mouth I could be subjected to a number of criticisms though.

I thought to myself as I stared at this shitty consent form.

(Maybe this will put an end to our relationship with that woman.)

Jude: I kind of know whatcha wanna do.

Jude: But the last condition is unacceptable.

Victor: You mean the part about keeping the existence of this consent form a secret from her?

Jude: I don't like sneaking around behind peoples backs without lettin’ ‘em know that they're involved.

Jude: Hey, Victor. I gave ya information and helped Crown once, right?

Jude: Ya haven't paid my information fee yet.

Victor: No way! I gave exactly what you asked for, because you're scary.

Jude: I'm still owed for the interest. But that's all right, we'll call it even.

Victor: Eh.

Jude: I’ll tell Kate everything. Then I’ll kick her out and that’ll be the end of it.

Victor: Hmm. I thought you'd say that since you're a hot-blooded person.

As I turn my back on Victor, who is grumbling, and start to walk away, a voice comes flying in.

Victor: Jude! Spend a day with Kate and assess her. You must comply with this.

(Ridiculous…..）

I headed to the common room and found Isla and Ellis frolicking in front of the arsenal of weapons that that freak was collecting.

Kate: Ellis, this pistol is shaped so that bullets can’t be inserted into it.

Ellis: It's not a real gun, it's a replica.

Ellis: It used by replacing this gun with the opponent's gun or pretending it is a real gun.

Kate: I see.….It looks like it can be used in many ways!

(What are you talking about?)

Kate: Oh, Jude!

Ellis: Oh, Jude. Welcome home.

Ellis: You were called by Her Majesty and Victor. What were you talking about?

As I tossed down the fairy tale keeper continuation agreement, Kate's eyes followed the text, and then her eyes widened.

Jude: To spend the day with and assess ya.

Kate: You’re the one to sign this consent form, Jude?

Kate: So, as long as you sign the consent form, I can continue, right Jude?

Jude: If ya look at the text, you’ll understand.

Ellis: Why Jude? I guess because he’s the most difficult.

Jude: I don't know. If ya have any complaints, tell that Queen's freak aide.

Kate: Do you want to continue as a Fairytale Keeper? Or quit here and leave Crown?

Ellis: What do you want, Kate?

Kate looks up and says in a clear voice.

Kate: I want to continue being a fairy tale keeper.

Kate: I think there is still a lot I can do with Crown.

(An immediate answer).

When she finished speaking, Kate turned her annoying eyes on me.

Kate: Jude, please sign the agreement for me to continue as a Fairytale Keeper!

Jude: If they had asked for my permission and I had said yes, then I wouldn’t have confronted ya in the first place.

Jude: I'm against your continuing as Fairytale Keeper, and I'm against your staying here.

Kate: I thought you’d say that Jude…..

Kate: But I'll never give up. I'll keep fighting until the end, until I get your signature.

Jude: Really? Do as ya please.

Jude: You’re leaving today anyway. Your playing with gifts of the underworld.***

Ellis: If you're happy to continue as a fairytale keeper, I'll help you.

Kate: Thank you, Ellis!

(Shit…..everyone is siding with Kate.)

Ellis: What would make you want to sign it Jude?

Jude: Think for yourself.

Kate: I think it's important that I'm not a distraction to you and that I'm useful to you Jude.

Ellis: Ah, then.

She took us out into the garden and suggested that we have a sparring match.

I guess she wants to prove that she won't be a hindrance even if she accompanies us on a mission, and that she can fight satisfactorily.

(Pointless…..)

I have no reason or time to look at something like this.

But going out with them is just a way to buy time until the end of this useless day called today.

Ellis: Isla, I’ll be your partner.

Kate: Yes, please don’t hesitate.

Kate: Jude, please watch properly.

Kate and Ellis begin to spar, as expected, it looked like a fixed match, like a cat playing with something.

Jude: What are ya showing me? Ellis, if you're going to go easy on her, don't.

Ellis: But…

Kate: It’s my fault for asking Ellis, who is so kind to me.

Kate: Jude, would you spar against me?

Jude: What, I'm just gonna letcha die, and that'll be the end of it?

Kate: Yep.

Jude: Hmmm, let's do it then.

Facing Kate, we made eye contact.

Kate randomly threw some punches and tried to land some light kicks, but I dodged them.

Kate: I thought you’d come in with a kicking technique, Jude.

Jude: Eh, is that what you’re watching? But your back is open.

I go behind Kate and tighten my arms around her.

Kate: Ah…..***

Instantly, Kate bent down and slipped out of my arms.

(You did it…..)

(But you’re getting too carried away.)

I grabbed Kate’s arm and swept her legs, pinning her to the ground.

Kate: Ah…..***

I glared at Kate at a distance where the tips of our noses touched.

(Ha…….Really, not good.)

(Her eyes.)

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***I'm 99.9% sure this second sentence is incorrect. I have no idea what he meant by this, and I spent forever researching this line. But I assume he meant since she's leaving, so is her playtime with the gifts from the underworld AKA the Crown members. It doesn't have a huge bearing on the story, so take it with a grain of salt.

***When they are sparring, Kate uses 'tsu' つ, (not to be confused with the little っ 'tsu', which is silent.). I changed to this to 'Ah', since I wasn't sure how to translate the noise she was making as Jude was grabbing her both times, and it would look weird with 'tsu' written.

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judesmoonbeauty · 5 months

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I wrote an angst about Jude today, then when I played an escort, he gifted me with 2,000 gold coins over 50 diamonds. Well, played, Jude. Well. Played. Thought about it for while, and said, "Nah, let's mess with him." So, here's a little tit-for-tat fic in which I screw with Jude for his giving me gold over diamonds. Also, this is an introduction to my OC - Isla Corbin - that I will feature in my writing from time to time. This fic was written in like 30 minutes, so keep that in mind..... WC: 1,309 Pairing: Jude Jazza x OC Isla Corbin Pronouns: She/Her CW: Cursing Tags: SWF ┃Teasing ┃Self-Aware Characters ┃Bullying Jude ┃OC Introduction

Sitting on a bunch crates near the harbor, Jude, Ellis and Isla sat together enjoying their gelato in the summer heat. The sky was bluer than it had ever been after weeks of rain, the people were working hard, but in a cheerful mood and Jude had a good morning of debt collections. There was no reason for any of them to be questioning the ordinary day, but Ellis finally spoke up after a while.

“Hey, Jude. Have you ever wondered if we’ve ever lived different lives?”

“Hah, I knew ya were off you rocker, but this an another level of creepy. ‘Course not…..why?”

Ellis pulled up from the crates he leaned against, and confessed this odd feeling he hadn’t been able to shake for a while now.

“I feel like, I’ve seen other versions of our lives…..as if they were stories written about us.”

Jude raised a quizzical brow at his assistant’s ramblings and then looked at Isla as she was munching on her cone. She didn’t seem to be bothered by Ellis’ prattling nonsense at all.

“I mean, what if we were works of fiction and controlled by some kind creator?”

“What?”

“Jude, what would you say if you lived in another world and rode around in some kind super fast black carriage that was powered like the steam engine and went on what was called a “road trip”, or if Isla were almost taken advantage of by a bad guy while she was alone in the Scala?

“Say that last part again?!”

Isla kept to herself as Jude became more and more worked up over Ellis’ hypothetical ramblings, but far from being over Ellis continued….

“Yea, what if I you went through months of suffering and pining over her because you were written to be stuffy about your feelings instead of honest about them? Hmm, I feel like I’ve seen some good things to…like you and Isla having a gelato date near the bridge, and reuniting after you saved her……playing with her hair, licking her fingers. But the most recent thing I feel like we’ve lived through was her leaving you soaking wet at the dock over there. Oh! And the creator of that story had a seagull crap on you. Hmmm, I guess you could say they’re like an author. If that’s true, then how’d you feel about it, Jude?”

Furrowing his brows at Ellis and feeling immense anger pipe up like steam, “How would I feel ‘bout it? Ha! What poppycock! Even IF that were true, I don’t remember any of it, and that’s some shitty ass author for writin’ about people like that. I’d roast their ass ‘n sink their ashes in the river Thames.”

“Hmmm, maybe you’re right. But, what if this very conversation were being written as we speak?”

Ellis points up to the vast sky to make his point, “What if they are watching us right now and every word I say, and every reaction you make is being simultaneously written.”

Jude scoffs at Ellis, lights a cigarette and decides to test his little theory.

“Fine, then let’s test it out. Go ahead, call out to this author,” he laughed menacingly.

Standing up Ellis walks a few feet away from Jude and Isla who was finally finishing up her cone, not concerned in the slightest as to what was about to happen. Clearing his throat Ellis calls out to the sky, “Excuse, sir or madam author, um…..if what I say is true……can you make another seagull crap on Jude’s shoulder?”

“Oi!!! What the hell?”

Jude stood up to walk towards Ellis, but within seconds there was a large splatter of white all over his coat.

“Ugh, what the-”

“Wow! See Jude it’s true. Thank you, author!”

A gentle wind ruffled past Ellis like it was patting his fluffy hair in approval. “That’s just a coincidence!” Jude fought back as he took off his jacket and threw it to the ground.

“Then, why don’t you try Jude? Just politely ask them do something as a sign.”

“Outta my way, ya loon.” Jude looked up to the sky too and challenged the unknown being on the other side.

“If this crazy bastard is telling the truth, then make it rain while it’s still sunny outside.”

It was a simple command to control the weather, it should be easy for an author or creator to make happen if it were true. After a few moments, nothing happened and Jude laughed triumphantly, although many onlookers did wonder if they should contact the asylum for a madman screaming commands at the sky.

“HA! See, you’re wrong. Now shuddup.”

Just as Jude was walking back to the crates to take a seat, a sudden downpour erupted and drenched him with bullets of rain and more than that, with small bits of hail pelting him. He covered his head unable to move because of the severity of the storm, and when it finally ended, he was shocked to find that neither neither Ellis nor Isla were wet. In fact, they there wasn’t even a drop of water on them.

Ellis was stunned at what just happened, but Isla just sat there on the crate resting her chin in a thinking position as she crossed her leg, and watched her lover lose his temper. Jude was shocked that what he asked to happen actually happened, no it was not what he asked, it was far more severe than what he asked. Then, if this were true and all of what Ellis said were true…..

“OY! THE FUCK WAS THAT? HAH?! I’LL CREAM YOUR ASS!!!”

When Isla erupted into a giggle over Jude’s tantrum, he turned around to find her sitting there like she was the Queen of Sheba. Her reaction was odd, she’d normally ask if Jude were alright and suggest they go for a drink or something to calm him down.

“Isla…..”

“Are you cold you, Mr. Jazza? Want me to dry you off?”

With a snap of her fingers, a strong East wind blew past Jude knocking him over, but after the wind subsided he was indeed dry again.

“H-how did you…?” He stood up from the ground and walked to his lover.

“I am she and she is I.”

The confused look on his face was quite adorable, so Isla stood up and walked over to him and pinched his cheek, “She has a message for you, Mr. Jazza.”

“What does that mean? Who is “she” and why is “she” doing this?”

Leaning into his ear - Isla Corbin - the young woman whom Jude had known since her days as a clerk at the solicitor’s office that he frequented, the daughter of the well-to-do merchant of a business called D’Lune, and his fiancee who now worked with him and Crown, now seemed to be some one completely different as she whispered in his ear….

“Because you’re fun to bully Short King.”

“Short King? I’m not s-”

Isla grabbed his head before he said another word.

“This is what you get for giving me 2,000 coins during an escort over 50 diamonds you petty, lovable bastard. Do it again, and I’ll melt your brain by stuffing it with all the fan-fiction I’ve written about you.”

“Isla, you’d better-”

The author typed for Isla to quickly give the love of her life a kiss on the cheek, and instantly the entire scene rewound to the start of the fic, leaving the author smiling happily on the other side of the sky - through her screen - as she watched the three precious darlings she loved with all her heart go about their day enjoying gelato and collecting debts - completely ignorant of the fun she just had with them.

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I’m a little late with posting this, but better late than never. This is for one of my best friends, @atelierquinn. She was the one who introduced and inspired me to the OC world (pre-tumblr days). If it weren’t for her and her girls, Violetta & Mallory, then neither Isla nor Estella (& a couple more TBA), would have ever come into existence.

It’s her OC’s (Mallory’s) birthday, and this is a little gift to celebrate Mallory & Jude’s relationship. Happy Birthday, Mallory 🪡 Jude loves you so incredibly much!

Pairing: OC Mallory x Jude Jazza WC: 1,327 SFW, Fluff, Surprises Summary: Jude’s birthday gifts for Mallory.

From a private box in a darkened theater, Mallory sat in quiet anticipation as the whispers of the audience rose up from below. Smoky sandalwood wafted into her nostrils from the man sitting next to her, the one who orchestrated the very unexpected surprise.

The lights of a grand chandelier slowly illuminated the stage below, and the fashion show that she’d been dying to attend finally started. Her eyes lit up as she watched the models strut elegantly down the walkway, and filled with gratitude she turned to her fiancé and said, “Thank you, Jude!”

Twinkling amethyst eyes darted over to his beloved as she smiled at him radiantly, it was a rare sight for her to show so much emotion, but that was repayment enough…for now.

“Tch, ya wouldn’t quit yappin’ ‘bout it. Figured I wouldn’t get any peace ‘til ya attended.”

Crossing her arms she snipped back playfully, “Liar. I only mentioned it to you once, unless you heard it from Ellis, and you didn’t have to come did you? You could’ve just handed me the entry ticket and went back to work, but you tagged along because you wanted to be with me. Isn’t that right?”

“If that’s what ya wanna think, princess,” Jude dodged the question with a sip of his cognac.

”Yeah, yeah,” she chirped back before she returning her focus on the stage, knowing Jude of all people would never own up to it, but that’s one of the things she loved about him.

He watched her as she observed the models astutely, jotting down notes and quick little sketches into her small notebook that she always carried around.

A thin lock of hair fell in front of her face accentuating her loveliness, this moment was no different from when he watched her working so diligently in her tiny shack she called a studio. She’d often get lost in her own world, bringing her fashion designs to life into the early hours of the morning, as if nothing else mattered.

“Such a mess,” Jude sighed as he twirled the loose lock of hair around his finger before kissing it and pinning it back in place.

“Jude?”

When her concentration finally broke, she lifted her head up only for the tips of their noses to touch, her breath hitched at their closeness, and soon the craving to taste his lips bubbled up inside her. The feeling of Jude’s long fingers creeping along her jawline beckoned her to lean into him, but she suddenly found her gaze facing the stage again.

“Pay attention. I don’t wanna hear ya whinin’ later on that ya missed somethin’ important,” he ordered.

“Ugh, asshole,” she affectionately mumbled as she obeyed him.

After the show ended, they left the theater, but they weren’t heading back to Crown.

“Where are we going?”

“Anyone ever toldja ya talk too much?”

Mallory rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand holding it tightly, “Yep. You. At least once a day.”

He looked at their clasped hands and recalled the time when he once chaffed at the idea of being in a relationship, being loved or loving in return, and now there was no turning back. He was in too deep to go back living without her, he’d never let go of her, even if the world had to burn he’d make sure she’d never get away. Even so, he knew that she’d never run from him, that she’d never be one that he’d have to take revenge upon; if he smoked cigarettes to fuel his rage, then she was the source of his peace, and for that….

I’ll give you anything to see you smile.

Once they reached their destination, Jude and Mallory stood in front of a large ornate building in the heart of London, her heterochromatic eyes stared with curiosity in the dead of night.

“Hurry up,” he commanded has he unlocked the door of the darkened building.

After they entered, Jude turned on the lights that revealed a large empty storefront with several rooms, and as they reached the back of the building a staircase guided them up to higher floors.

They ascended the spiral staircase until they reached the third floor, halting in front of the door, Jude turned to Mallory and handed her a gold key with a brilliant ruby set in it’s head.

“Wh-”

Jude rolled his eyes, took her hand and placed the key in it, “Open it.”

She stepped forward, unlocked the door and slowly pushed it open, “Where’s the light switch?”

Her fingers fumbled around until she found it, and after flipping the switch on she gasped at the sight of the room, her mind went blank as she covered her mouth in disbelief.

Jude lit a cigarette and leaned against the doorframe as her purple and pink eyes brimmed with excitement at the walls lined with numerous bolts of high quality fabrics, mannequins, shelves lined with a plethora of laces, threads and buttons; catalogs of the latest textiles available to order, books about fashion from around the world, design tables, and the latest sewing machines.

Mallory spun slowly towards Jude with tears in her eyes, she didn’t need to ask because she knew that he was giving it to her, but she couldn’t understand…..

“Why?” she asked with a cracked voice.

“Ain’t it your birthday?”

“What,” Mallory asked with a perplexed expression. She looked down at the key again, and recalled that ruby was her birthstone.

She had completely forgotten it was her birthday, because her parents…..well, her past wasn’t exactly an affectionate one, so she never received much other than ridicule.

She’d celebrated Jude’s birthday last year, but never thought much about hers. Clenching the key tightly she held it to her chest completely speechless.

Jude isn’t the type to say, “I love you,” but he never fails to express it in his actions.

“Three floors,” Jude finished his cigarette and started walking towards her.

“This’ll be your atelier,” he grabbed her by the arm and walked her to the design table.

“The second’ll be your business office. I’ll send someone with brains from Raven to help ya keep the books,” he picked her up and sat her on the table, trapping her between her his arms.

“The bottom floor’ll be your boutique or whatever ya call it. I’ve got suppliers on standby, so make your decoration choices by the end of the week, or I’ll choose ‘em for ya.”

“My….own business? But what about the danger you say I’m constantly in for being with you? A-are you sure about this?”

“Lookin’ down on my ability to protect ya know matter what, huh? Think I ain’t competent enough to keep ya safe ‘n make your dreams come true?” His face scowled defensively, but all Mallory could do was smile as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Of course not,” she sniffled as Jude’s face softened, wiping away her tears gently.

“Then let me keep cursing ya like I promised,” he said with a low voice, his lips eagerly locking with hers like he wanted to do earlier in the theater. His hand snaked down her waistline before pinching it in his favorite place, causing her to let out a soft moan, “Jude.”

“Now, how’re ya gonna repay me, princess?” he snickered as he bit onto her earlobe. The sweet sting moved Mallory to grab a fabric tape measure near herself, which she wrapped around Jude, pulling him closer to her. There was no way she was letting him escape from her. Ever.

He chuckled and whispered hotly into her ear, “Happy Birthday, Mal.”

In the middle of night, they threaded their bodies together, creating the most beautiful design of cursed love.

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