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SIMASTY Season 1 Episode 6 “Enter Texas”

Originally posted March 2019 on Simasty.com

Texas Simmington stood triumphantly in the ballroom of Siloli mansion and surveyed the shocked faces around her. She always did like to make a grand entrance and today was no exception.

Burke was the first to speak and he didn’t hold back his disdain towards his former wife.

Texas removed her sunglasses and faced her ex-husband for the first time in years. She didn’t rise to Burke’s anger and instead spoke with a devilish smile.

The room was silent as everyone waited on what would happen next. Burke glared at Texas not quite believing she had shown up. He wanted her gone from the house as quickly as possible.

At this point Andre Wayward, Burke’s lawyer and long time friend, stepped in. Andre had previous experience in dealing with Texas and knew her to be a formidable opponent.

Andre stepped back not wanting to feel the full wrath of Texas’ vengeance. She turned back to the newlyweds and smirked as she gave Brystle a critical once over. Burke could see where she was heading and ordered her out of the house before she would insult his bride.

Texas looked Brystle up and down. She was everything Texas wasn’t- blonde, innocent, sweet … and younger.

Brystle smiled back. She knew little of Texas and having the good Sim trait she wanted to diffuse the situation and instead introduced herself.

Brystle was taken aback by the insult, what had she done to warrant such abuse?! Burke’s anger was reaching astronomical levels. This was typical Texas, always throwing barbed insults. Well he wouldn’t stand for it.

Texas casually walked over towards her son Heathen who stood in shock at seeing his mother for the first time since he was a boy. Texas softened her smile when she saw her son for she really did love him.

The shock of seeing his mother was too much for Heathen.

Texas pulled her son close and held him in a tight embrace.

But Heathen pulled back and put his hand towards his face as he sobbed uncontrollably.

At which point he ran from the ballroom. Texas was about to go after him but to her horror Brystle was already going after her son. She would deal with her later. But for now Texas herself was getting angry for seeing how upset her son was and in her mind there was only one person to blame.

Texas turned and marched back across towards Burke and gave a glance over to her daughter Fathom who stood across the ballroom glaring daggers back at her. She would deal with her later also. For now she would give Burke a piece of her mind.

Having said what she wanted too Texas straightened herself up and smirked again.

And with that she marched out of the ballroom and headed for the hallway. Burke pulled Andre aside and directed his anger towards him.

Fathom had not said a word during the unfolding drama. She had watched as her mother returned, ruined her father’s wedding and upset her brother and then totally ignored her. Well she was not having it!

Fathom quickly ran out of the ballroom and made her way to the hallway where she hoped to catch her mother.

Texas sighed. She had a difficult relationship with Fathom when she was a child and it was obvious her daughter still carried a lot of anger towards her. Texas decided on a different tact.

Fathom gazed at her mother. She felt nothing but anger towards her.

Texas realised that this was pointless, it would take time for Fathom to come around an now was not the time. Instead she smiled and stroked her daughter’s chin then withdrew her hand when she saw the look of disgust in her daughter’s eyes.

With that Texas put her sunglasses back on and left the mansion.

Whilst the drama had been unfolding at Siloli mansion, across town in the suburbs a lonely Malaudia Drysdale waited for her husband Mayhew to come home. He had gone for his usual evening jog but had not come home after a couple of hours. The evening had not been what Malaudia had hoped for on her first night home from the simitarium. At least there she had had company. Here in this house she could not relax in she felt more alone than ever. Her daughter Mimsy had gone to bed after asking her grandmother for a night time story. Mother Drysdale herself had turned in for the night leaving Malaudia at a loose end as to what to do other than go to bed herself. She had been asleep when Mayhew returned. Her husband quietly went into the master bathroom and had a shower before tip toeing back into the room. Malaudia was awake by then and wanted some comfort from her husband. Mayhew however lacked interest.

Mayhew had thought this may happen but didn’t expect it on the first night. Not when his head was still filled with thoughts of Brystle…

Malaudia sat on the bed feeling totally rejected. Her first day home had become a disaster.

Mayhew sat beside his wife. He hated lying to her but he didn’t want to see her hurt again, not after all she had been through.

Mayhew got up and took off his towel as he got changed into some sleepwear. Malaudia’s heart raced as she looked at his naked body. How she longed for him to hold her and to touch her and caress her and how she would sit on his face and wiggle but it was not meant to be.

Within seconds Mayhew was snoring and Malaudia sat alone with only her thoughts.

Outside their bedroom a figure stood silently at the door listening to everything that had been said…

Mother Drysdale laughed inwardly to herself as she quietly made her way back to her room.

Long after the wedding had come to an abrupt end, thanks to the reappearance of Texas Simmington, Burke and Brystle had retired to their boudoir for the night. Fathom had fled the mansion in a rage after her encounter with her mother had got her worked up. Heathen meanwhile had spent the evening feeling tearful at the sudden appearance of his mother which had triggered a lot of emotions in him. However Fred was nowhere to be found when Heathen needed words of comfort. It was only late in the night when Heathen finally tracked him down in the gymnasium. By this stage Heathen’s tears had turned to anger and he directed his fury at his boyfriend.

It was true that Fred was always receiving calls from his sister and then having to make some sort of mercy dash. It had been happening the whole time of their relationship and it was niggling away at Heathen. Fred had never even introduced any of his family to Heathen but as Heathen had only introduced Fred to his own family then perhaps the meeting with the Rimmards was on the horizon. However the look Fred gave and the tone of his voice made Heathen realise he’d gone too far.

Fred seemed to soften again and his response soon got Heathen in a flirty mood.

The two lovers moved together in a passionate embrace and smooch.

Fred’s kisses always had a way of getting Heathen to forget his worries and woes. He soon felt a sudden wave of emotion stirring inside of him and he just had to let it out.

Heathen could have sworn he felt a slight tense in Fred’s body. However his lover quickly replied.

And with that their clothes were cast aside and they were soon making wild passionate woohoo right there on the floor of the gym in Siloli mansion.

Upstairs Burke and Brystle sat beside a burning fire in their boudoir. Brystle cuddled up to her husband. Their evening had been spent discussing the reappearance of Texas. Mainly this had consisted of Burke ranting about how evil his ex-wife was but yet giving very little away about her or what had happened between them. Brystle did not want to push it as the subject of Texas stirred a lot of anger in Burke. She may have only been married for several hours but Brystle was already getting the feeling there was going to be 3 of them in this marriage. Burke felt his wife stiffen as she snuggled and at once he realised that his ranting about Texas was making her uncomfortable. He smiled at Brystle and stroked her cheek then whispered in her ear.

Burke gazed upon his wife. He did love her so. And that love far outweighed his hatred towards Texas.

Texas was but a momentary nuisance. He would soon be rid of her again. Once they left on their honeymoon in the morning she would be but a distant memory. And when they returned Texas would be long gone. A fat pay cheque would see to that. It had worked once before.

The newlyweds locked lips in a passionate embrace. And at that moment both of them believed that nothing would ever come between them.

Brystle took Burke’s hand in hers and led him to their bed. They removed their night clothes and slipped under the sheets….

It was late at night and Seth Dolby had been home alone for several hours. After the arrival of Texas and the drama it caused he thought it would be best if he came home. His date for the wedding, Ditsy Von Klinkerhoffen, had already left before him and whilst he could not be sure he thought that perhaps she had had a run in with Fathom. Fathom was the girl of his dreams, his one true love. He had gone to the wedding with the belief that she wanted to get back together. Instead she had made it quiet clear she was not interested despite the flirting that had gone on between them. Seth was unsure what to do – either to continue to pursue Fathom or to let her go once and for all. Once at home he had made himself a cocktail and was relaxing in his hot tub which was positioned on the large balcony and had spectacular views over San Myshuno. His train of thought was interrupted when the security of the building buzzed him to let him know that there was a young woman on her way up to see him. It was Fathom! Seth leapt out of the hot tub, grabbed a towel and ran to the front door of his apartment. He flung open the door just as Fathom stepped out of the lift.

Seth couldn’t believe his ears! Fathom was here and she wanted him!!

Fathom clearly had one thing in her mind and Seth wasn’t going to say no. The 2 ex lovers moved closer together and locked their lips in a passionate smooch. For Seth it was a dream come true to be kissing his one true love once again. For Fathom it stirred some delicious memories of their former time together.

After a lingering smooch Seth embraced the woman he loved.

Seth thought it a strange request at this time but happily posed for the selfie. Fathom seemed delighted as she took the picture on her phone. She quickly posted the picture to her Simstagram account where she had close to a million followers. She also hash tagged it with Ditsy Von Klinkerhoffen’s name….

After taking the selfie Seth wanted to know what was next….

Fathom took Seth by the hand and led him out onto his balcony. The steam was still rising from the hot tub but things were about to get even steamier as Fathom removed all her clothes and climbed into the hot tub. Seth dropped his towel and joined her.

Fathom scooted across and was on Seth’s lap in a blink of an eye.

And there commenced the wildest hot tub woohoo ever seen this side of Showgirls…

For fear of drowning Seth and Fathom made their way to Seth’s bedroom and the woohoo making went on into the night. Eventually, exhausted, both had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Fathom was the first to wake and the cold light of day was harsh. What had she done?!! Seth was sleeping soundly so she discreetly crept out of bed and began to get dressed.

Once dressed she looked at the sleeping Seth and instantly regretted her decision to sleep with him.

Seth would read more into their night of passion than was intended. He would assume they were getting back together and Fathom had no intention of ever doing this despite what her father and Cyril Dolby wanted. She quickly slipped on her shoes and with a few final touches she was ready to leave before Seth woke up.

A short while later Seth woke from his sleep to find Fathom wasn’t in bed beside him.

He grabbed the towel that was lying on the floor and walked downstairs of his penthouse. There was no sign of Fathom and he realised that he was alone. Fathom had run out on him….again.

Burke and Brystle were seated in the breakfast room of Siloli discussing their honeymoon which they were leaving on later that day when they were joined by Heathen.

Heathen had a more worrying concern on his mind – his mother’s return.

Fathom entered the room and joined them at the table. She was still in the same clothes she had worn to the wedding and it was apparent she had just returned home from a night spent elsewhere. Brystle noted how it went unacknowledged by everyone but the smirk on Fathom’s face showed that she didn’t care what people thought of her. Burke tried to calm everyone’ fears about Texas.

Brystle decided to interject. Whatever had gone on between Burke and Texas shouldn’t influence how Fathom and Heathen interacted with their mother.

Burke slammed his fist down on the table in anger at Fathom’s outburst to Brystle. This was not how he planned celebrating his first day as a (re) married man.

Burke, satisfied that his anger had stopped the bickering from escalating, turned to his wife and smiled.

As Burke and Brystle hugged goodbye for the morning Fathom glared in hatred at her new stepmother. How she hated her so….

Across town a furious Seth arrived at his uncle’s mansion. He had been set up by Cyril and Seth had a good idea why.

Seth wasn’t falling for his uncle’s lies and slammed his fist onto the desk. Cyril leapt up from his seat to confront his furious nephew.

Cyril had had enough of his nephew’s insubordination. He wasted no time in setting him straight.

Seth turned and made his exit leaving Cyril to ponder on the revelation that Texas Simmington, his one time lover, had returned.

Seth slammed the door as he left. Cyril didn’t like to see his nephew upset. But he had his agenda to follow and achieve it he would. Somehow he would bring down Burke Simmington and take over WindenburgSimmington. But he knew that Texas would have returned to take her own revenge on Burke. It was now just a matter of time who would get there first…

Burke was finalising some work before he would leave on his honeymoon. Whilst at his desk his secretary Marsha buzzed him.

This was a pleasant surprise thought Burke. He stood up to greet his wife. The woman who walked through his office door was not the same Mrs Simmington he was expecting.

Texas looked around at the office. Burke sighed and Texas knew she was having the desired effect on him.

Texas and Burke eyed one another before she made for the door.

And with that she was gone again. But Burke knew that he was far from seeing the last of her. In fact he had the distinct feeling she was about to make his life a complete misery. But what would her next move be…?

Previous episode: https://simastysims.tumblr.com/post/659853420567707648/simasty-season-1-episode-5-an-uninvited-guest

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carewyncromwell · 4 years ago

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“And at last I see the light! And it's like the fog has lifted... And at last I see the light, And it's like the sky is new! And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted... All at once everything is different Now that I see you...”

~ “I See the Light (cover),” by Elsie Lovelock and Kestin Howard

x~x~x~x

It’s interesting how, even when two parties know they have something special, it can still take a while before they find the right words to express how they feel and what they want. Even when Orion Amari and Carewyn Cromwell had each come to grips with their romantic feelings, it didn’t really change how many obstacles would be in the way of them living a traditional “happily-ever-after” with wedding bells and a little house of their own. Although yes, Orion felt deeply for Carewyn, as she did him, they both also greatly valued their own independence and autonomy. Carewyn and Orion didn’t even live in the same country anymore, one residing in England and the other Scotland, and their respective careers -- one at the London-based Ministry of Magic, the other for the Montrose Magpies Quidditch team -- would make it close to impossible for them to move. Merging households would be a nightmare under such circumstances...and yet, at the same time, neither Orion nor Carewyn was comfortable giving only part of their heart away. They both knew that the subject of their affection deserved everything and more from whatever partner they chose -- they just had no idea if they could be that “everything” for them, even if they wanted to.

That all changed, though, one day in December 1999, a year after the Second Wizarding War ended.

Carewyn’s feelings for Orion had not gone unnoticed by her closest friends. The lawyer’s unofficial twin and fellow “Fireball” Charlie Weasley had been almost affronted when he caught wind that Carewyn had let Orion stay the night on the futon in her living room without having made plans ahead of time -- Carewyn was a planner first and foremost and she never let Charlie crash at her place without giving her fair warning. Charlie vented his disbelief to Ben Copper and his wife Wendy @drinkyoursoupbitch, and they were both pretty shocked too. Wendy ended up following up with Carewyn later that week when she stopped by Carewyn’s office one evening for some coffee.

“On your futon, huh?” she said, her blue eyebrows raised and her lips spread into a playful smile.

Carewyn rolled her eyes up toward the skylight in her ceiling, her red lips turned up in a smile. "Charlie's that jealous about it?"

Her smile faded as she turned her focus toward her paperwork rather than look at Wendy. She wasn’t uncomfortable, of course -- she just had a lot of work to do that night before getting back home and starting dinner for herself and Erik, that was all.

“ ...Orion had had a late night, and he'd have to be back in London early the next morning. It'd be cruel to force him to go home and then lug himself and Eos out of bed so early, just to get back where he already was..."

Wendy's eyes twinkled knowingly. "Oh, of course. But still...is there something there?"

Carewyn kept her focus on the files she was sorting through, her blue eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly as she siphoned through them.

"I suppose it depends on what ‘something’ you're referring to,” she said after a moment. “If you're referring to a romantic relationship, then no, there is not."

Was that a touch of melancholy in her eyes? Surely not.

Wendy studied the other woman over the rim of her coffee cup as she took a long sip.

"I mean, Carey," she tapped the porcelain, considering her words carefully. Her tone shifted to a gentle sincerity, "is there an attraction there for you?"

Carewyn stopped rifling through her papers. She paused, before slowly closing her eyes and exhaling through her nose in a heavy sigh.

"...Of course there is," she admitted very softly. "I've always been fond of Orion -- I liked him pretty much immediately, and I respected him all the more, as the years went on. All I wonder is when that fondness...grew to the point that it had to plant roots. And what to do about it, now that it has..."

Wendy smiled fondly. "Well, I suppose the big question is, do you want to do anything? I mean...if you were looking for a tofu-eating Quidditch player to pine over, you certainly picked the best one."

Carewyn rested her head in her hand on her desk, her eyes falling onto the wood instead of looking up at her friend. "That's just it, Wendy, I...I do want to do something. I don't want to have to bottle this up -- I want to protect him, to take care of him and Eos, to...love him with everything I am. But..."

Her gaze moved up to the skylight too, her blue eyes deepening with more of that odd melancholy.

"...At school...when I dated Andre...I didn't know myself like I do now. I probably would've accepted a marriage, and a family, and frequent sex, at that time, not knowing any different. But now that I do know myself...know that I don't want that happy ending attached to most romances...how do I pursue a romantic relationship? How do I ask someone to date a woman who wouldn't give up her job and life for him...no matter how deep my feelings are?"

She closed her eyes, visibly hurting at this thought.

"Especially when...he's already been hurt before...when he's already had partners who tried to force him to give up everything, to please them?"

Carewyn bowed her head.

"...How can I love him the way he deserves, when I'm so selfish?"

Wendy considered her answer, her eyes drifting up to the skylight in Carewyn’s ceiling that reflected the London sky miles above them.

“They say that sacrifice is a foundation of love, and it’s true,” she said slowly, “but...sacrifice between two people who love each other is a two-way street. I love my work — you know I do. Ben knows how much I love it. But if he ever asked me to give up,” she gestured broadly, “everything...I’d do it. I wouldn’t want to, and Merlin, it would hurt like…well, more than anything in the world! But I’d do it. And…I know in my bones he would do the same for me. Hell, he’s almost died for me a few times...”

The old memories made her pause, closing her eyes briefly to try to block them out.

“Thing is…he doesn’t ask for that. He…won’t ask for it.”

Wendy looked back down at Carewyn seriously.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is...sometimes loving someone -- not just being in love, but really loving them -- means that you know you could ask them to move heaven and earth for you and they’d do it, no matter how much it’d hurt...but you won’t ask that. It’s good that you’re thinking about this now, of course -- but you don’t have to have it all figured out just yet. If you want this...don’t be afraid to let Orion in. Let him see everything you have, and everything you fear, and let him decide. Maybe he wouldn’t want you to give up everything you’ve built here for him. Maybe he would. Maybe he’d want you to meet him halfway, somehow. But…let him make that choice to love you, whatever it might look like. You’ll never know if it’s meant to be if you don’t ever ask if it could be.”

Although Carewyn didn't look Wendy in the face nearly at all as she spoke, it clearly was because she was taking in what she said and thinking hard, not because she wasn't listening. When Wendy was finished, Carewyn brought a hand up to brush her bangs out of her face, her hand sliding past her right eye as it went. Then, with a swallow, she forced herself to look Wendy in the face at last, even though her eyes were still full of so much emotion.

"...Thank you, Wendy.”

The lawyer couldn't keep eye contact very long. Soon her eyes once again almost of their own accord drifted off to the corner just over Wendy's shoulder.

"I suppose...I always have had a bad tendency, to put the bar too high for myself. Orion's never expected perfection from me, however much I expect it from myself..."

Her eyes softened noticeably.

"He’s always been happy with what he has, even while he’s reaching for something better. But I know he appreciates the work and time I put in, too...how much I care. Even when I care too much, and 'flare up like a Fire Crab.'”

She brought a hand up to try to hold in her giggling.

Wendy’s lips spread into a mischievous grin. “Hey, at least he doesn’t compare your temperament and coloring to a Billywig. But I guess it’s his way of getting back at me for calling him the Tofu King -- ”

In that moment, Ben Copper had abruptly run down the hall, skidding to a halt in the door frame of Carewyn’s office.

“Carey,” he said urgently, his face very white and grave, “the Aurors have just been sent to your street.”

Carewyn and Wendy both shot to their feet in alarm.

“What!?”

As the prosecutor for nearly all of the cases involving ex-Death Eaters, Carewyn had received a lot of recognition and praise, but she’d understandably also gotten a few anonymous death threats from people who had Death Eater sympathies. She wasn’t the only one -- quite a few other prominent members of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement like Talbott and the newly hired Harry Potter got them too. This day in particular, however, a swarm of dementors -- newly banned from Azkaban by Minister Shacklebolt, in part due to their association with Lord Voldemort during the War -- had been set loose in several areas of London that contained the homes of prominent Ministry employees...including Carewyn’s. Naturally Carewyn herself was not home yet -- but her ward Erik had just returned from Hogwarts for winter break in the midst of his first year, and he as a latch-key kid was at their flat completely alone until Carewyn got off work.

Carewyn immediately dropped everything and rushed home as quickly as she could, Ben and Wendy in tow. When she arrived on her street corner, she found the neighborhood in chaos. The entire street was blanketed by unnatural, heavy black fog, as if it was being suffocated by a blanket made of mist and tar. Muggles were running blindly in all directions since they couldn’t see the dementors, while the Aurors who could cast Patronuses shot them at every part of the darkness they could reach. Ben, Wendy, and Carewyn immediately all cast theirs, and their dun stallion, unicorn, and Abraxan winged horse charged into the fray to help the Aurors’ other pearly white creatures in their fight. Carewyn herself was determined to find Erik and raced in the direction of her flat. As she and the Coppers drew close, however, they were startled by what they saw.

Carewyn’s Abraxan Patronus had charged to the front, flapping its wide wings in an attempt to break up the suffocating darkness. As it did so, another bright white Patronus soared through the air toward hers, gliding through the air with incredible grace and helping it beat the dementors back.

It was another Abraxan winged horse.

The second graceful Abraxan Patronus’s wings seemed to brush lightly over the wings of Carewyn’s before flying back in the direction it’d come from. Her eyes very wide, Carewyn raced after it, her own Patronus flying over her as she went. The second Abraxan Patronus ended up landing a short ways away, its wings spread protectively over two people knelt down on the ground -- a small almost-thirteen-year-old boy with curly blond hair and tears streaming down his pale face, and the Patronus’s caster, an olive-skinned man with an uneven haircut, a beard, and black eyes, dressed in harem pants, arm warmers, and loose-fitting robes.

It was Orion. And although Carewyn halted mid-step several feet away, her breath stilling in her throat, her Patronus flew down to meet Orion’s, the two Abraxans’ noses touching when they met.

Orion had known for years that his and Carewyn’s Patronuses were the same. The knowledge had surprised him, but he’d managed to keep his emotions in check at the time. Carewyn, however, didn’t do as well in containing hers -- her hands flew up to her mouth to try to suppress the choke that left her throat and although she didn’t cry, her eyes flooded with tears.

Her Patronus disappeared in a puff of white smoke as she barrelled over to them, collapsing onto her knees so she could pull Erik into her arms and hug him tightly, her face white with terror.

“Erik! Erik, thank Merlin -- ”

Erik was very pale and shaking in her arms, but he had trouble looking her in the face. His jaw was clenched hard as he clutched at Carewyn’s sleeve. Ben and Wendy rushed over too, looking just as harried.

“Erik -- kid, you okay?” asked Wendy.

Ben glanced from Erik in Carewyn’s arms to up at Orion and his Abraxan Patronus hovering over them, his brown eyes slightly narrowed. Orion’s face was just as solemn.

“I was in the area when I felt the dementors’ presence,” he explained. “I found him out here, shooting Lumos charms and Knockback Jinxes at the dementors to try to drive them away...it’s possible he may have come out to help, knowing Muggles can’t see them...”

Carewyn cradled Erik in her arms, her hands resting on his back and the back of his head protectively as she squeezed him tight and gently stroked his hair.

Leaving Erik at home alone was never an arrangement she’d liked, but he was old enough to be there at her flat without supervision, as long as he stayed inside and didn’t let anyone in. But clearly the protective enchantments she’d placed weren’t strong enough to prevent the dementors’ draining influence from creeping inside...and once Erik felt that, it was unsurprising to Carewyn that he’d wanted to do something about it. His history in dementor captivity when he was rounded up by Umbridge’s Muggle-Born Registration Commission was explanation enough.

She hadn’t done enough. She hadn’t thought that anyone would go so far as to threaten her son ward, while she wasn’t there to protect him...

Carewyn swallowed the huge, painful lump that had formed in her throat, closing her eyes tight to try to force back her tears. She had to show a brave face for Erik: he was scared enough as it was.

The image of Orion’s and her Patronuses touching noses rippled over her mind. The memory of their light, equally bright and perfectly matched, seemed to weaken the grip of the fear strangling her heart.

His Patronus was the same as hers. His soul...was the same as hers...protecting Erik when she hadn’t been there...flying to the side of hers, when it was most needed...

The memory filled her up with such courage and warmth that Carewyn thought she’d likely never struggle for ammunition to create another Patronus again.

“Erik...we need to get you inside,” the lawyer said at last, her voice coming out as a low, steadier whisper than before. “Some chocolate will help.”

Ben brought a hand onto Carewyn’s shoulder and squeezed it. “We’ll take care of things out here with the Aurors, Carey. You stay with Erik.”

Wendy glanced at Orion.

“Orion, maybe you should go with them with your Patronus...clear them a way back home, you know.”

Although her eyes and face were serious, the way her eyes flickered between Carewyn and Orion spoke volumes. Orion, his head bowing almost self-consciously, nodded. He tentatively brought an arm around Carewyn’s shoulders, his black eyes trailing over her face to down at Erik.

“Erik,” he said softly, “can you stand, little Jarvey?”

Although he wasn’t able to speak, Erik clutched onto Carewyn and Orion’s arms and used the grip to hoist himself up onto his feet. Sensing that he was still too weak and disoriented to walk on his own, Orion quickly swooped in and snaked one of his strong arms around the boy to hold him up.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. Carewyn moved to Erik’s other side and wrapped her own arm around Erik too, so that both she and Orion were supporting him. “...We’ve got you...”

Orion’s eyes met Carewyn’s over Erik’s head. The light from his Patronus reflected in their depths, making them resemble two tiny night skies flecked with stars. A perfect match for Carewyn’s, the color of which could be compared to a cloudless blue daytime sky.

((OOC: Thanks to @drinkyoursoupbitch for roleplaying that first scenario between Wendy and Carewyn with me so many months ago!! I’m so delighted I finally got to include it in this! 💙))

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #my writing #orion amari #carewyn cromwell #erik apollo #ben copper #gwendolyn gordon #other people's mcs #don't worry about eos mcnully and kc agreed to babysit that day XD #hey girl's gotta know her godparents #orion associates eos with mooncalves because of her big round eyes and erik with jarveys because of his snarky attitude and potty mouth #poor erik has a lot of trauma surrounding dementors for pretty obvious reasons ._.#this whole event actually prompts him to learn how to cast a Patronus while he's still a teenager #it also makes it so that whenever he encounters a dementor he feels the urge to destroy it not just ward it off #as an Auror he's passionate about making sure that every dementor is wiped out so that they can never hurt anyone else again #and admittedly considering they were originally created through Dark magic rather than evolving like a regular magical creature #the thought isn't entirely off-base #orion and carewyn will get to talk I promise #but yeah gotta take care of this poor boy #fortunately the next thing I draw involving erik will be more 'fun' *eyes azariah steele mischievously*#THAT ABRAXAN WAS HARD BTW #holy s*** do I hate drawing horses #caps cw

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 4 years ago

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Can you explain the characters of Violetta for me?

ABSOLUTELY. Though, not all of them, only the important ones

Violetta:

Character development from shy girl who likes to sing to confident extroverted girl who likes to sing

Gets hotter every season (because she dyes her hair blonde and curls it and also wears lipstick and somehow that works)

Probably had a crush on Bridgit Mendler (who was in an episode once)

Dreams about songs, then makes the songs irl

Sometimes shares dreams with her soulmate

The most perfect girl on the planet

MANAGED TO HIDE THE FACT SHE WAS ATTENDING A SCHOOL FROM HER DAD FOR A FULL SEASON

Her diary is her best friend and it has like 1000 pages I swear

SHE WAS APPARENTLY GOING TO BE NAMED TINI BUT THE NAME LAWS DIDN’T ALLOW IT-

Leon:

Violetta’s soulmate

Likes motorcross

Wants to quit school like twice every season to pursue his motorcross dream or simply to focus on his singing career

Thinks every boy is in love with Violetta (because... they are...) and therefore kinda doesn’t trust anyone

Overprotective boyfriend™️

One time called Violetta’s dad “future father-in-law” and ran away before her dad could reply

Germán:

The father of Violetta

Very fucking overprotective

Completely changes how he feels about music over the course of the show

Dates a lot of psycopaths

Has a crush on his dead wife’s sister

Loses all his money all the time because someone stole them or smth

Sees Violetta hold hands with a boy = assumes they are making out and flips the fuck out

Angie:

Violetta’s aunt

Doesn’t tell her she’s her aunt for like 70 episodes because drama

Has a crush on her dead sister’s husband

Master at keeping secrets

Randomly moved to France for a while

Gets into drama with her coworkers a lot

Is also Violetta’s governess

Ludmila:

The stereotypical school girl rival™️

Talks about herself in third person

Always sabotages for Violetta until she is nice for a while and then is mean again

Her mom is a psychopath

Is obsessed with astronomy

Probably had a crush on Violetta because she had some weird dream sequence where she and Vilu danced super closely and sang about what love is. Though, because of what happens in season 3 it’s best if we can say she probably is not anymore...

Francesca:

Italian girl

Dresses very fancy

Dates Violetta’s exes

Misunderstands everything because she doesn’t listen properly

Has a brother that just vanished after a season

Always meets agents who wants to make her big in Italy but she always declines

Camila:

Never quite listens except for gossip

Dyes her hair a lot so in the end you don’t know which is her real hair color

Kissed her friend once and they never discussed it again

Has flowers in her hair sometimes

Probably bisexual

Judges all of Violetta’s boyfriends except for Leon

Cannot speak english, but in some dubs she instead cannot speak french

Tomas:

Is only relevant in season 1

Kinda whiny

Nice guy™️

Is having a hard time at school

All the girls are in love with him yet he wants the girl he can’t have

Diego:

The boy they told you not to worry about™️

Is childhood friends with Ludmila

Kinda manipulative

Honestly I will never forgive him for that thing in 2x20

Is kinder in season 3

His dad is not a psychopath but he is... not very sane

Ok there is... a LOT of other characters. But honestly these are the most important ones. I could talk about all of Germáns crazy exes, Olga and Ramallo, the other kids like Naty, Maxi and Andres... or other love interests of Violetta and Leon, named Gery and Clement, but yeah, these are the ones you could talk about if you don’t know much about the show.

#violetta #violetta english #violetta 2 #violetta 3

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backtobasicbellas · 5 years ago

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hi friends, just wrote something in honor on 10 years of victorious. don’t think i’ll put this one on AO3, but feel free to enjoy here!

you think you know better

Word Count: 3,451 Relationships: Tori Vega/Jade West

The last thing Jade wants to do is play Tori Vega’s wife in a play.

However, Sikowitz is being a total gank and now she’s here, multiple rehearsals in having to pretend she’s in love with the stupid brunette. It’s already one thing that her ex-boyfriend’s playing her son. How on earth is she also supposed to pretend she’s happily married to Tori?

Jade knows that her acting kind of sucks right. She knows it does and she knows Tori’s acting sucks too because she hesitates even looking at Jade too long when she reads a line or touching her in the slightest of senses. True to her craft, Jade is usually able to put personal feelings aside for the sake of whatever project she’s working on, but something about this is different. Something about Tori frustrates her to no end that not even being forced to play love interests in one of Sikowitz’s weird plays is able to push those feelings aside.

“I love you,” Tori says with squinted eyes and an awkward punch on the shoulder.

“I love you,” Jade answers with gritted teeth.

Seriously, this is painful.

“Uh no you don’t,” Sikowitz interrupts loudly, shutting his notebook and slamming it onto the empty seat next to him.

Despite his clear frustration, Jade inwardly sighs in relief, glad she doesn’t have to keep up the act for another moment. She hardly even hears Sikowitz and Burf’s exchange, too focused on the fact Tori is standing way too close for their comfort levels.

“You girls are ruining this play.”

Sikowitz’s comment brings Jade back into focus, and she almost feels bad because it feels like she’s disappointing Sikowitz - which, honestly, is kind of difficult to do.

“Why?” Tori asks.

“Andre, Beck, take five,” he nods at the two boys, who gladly take the break and walk away rather quickly.

The teacher turns his attention back to Tori and Jade and says, “This is our fifth rehearsal and you two aren’t getting any better at playing a believable husband and wife - BURF BE QUIET!”

Jade’s shoulders jump just a little at the outburst, but something in her stomach doesn’t sit right. She can’t believe she’s letting Tori ruin her acting like this.

“Meet me at Nozu tonight. 7 pm,” Sikowitz tells them sternly, putting his playbook in their face as he begins to walk away.

Jade’s jaw visibly drops at his comment. Tori’s the one who vocalizes the same thought they’re having.

“But I don’t wanna g-”

“Nozu!”

“But why are you-”

Sikowitz then starts yelling gibberish, to which Tori and Jade both just stare at him like he’s crazy.

“At least let us-” Jade tries, but Sikowitz just yells louder.

“SEEYOUBOTHATNOZUATSEVENPM,” he yells, angrily stomping out of the room.

They stare after him for a moment, then Jade feels Tori look at her.

“So...are we just...not rehearsing…?”

Jade gives her a look before she scoffs and promptly storms out in a similar fashion as her teacher. She’ll be damned if she has to go to dinner with both Sikowitz and Tori.

Jade goes.

Not at all by choice, of course. Sikowitz tells her later in the day if she doesn't, she’ll receive a failing grade for the play. So Jade sucks it up and drives to Nozu, praying that she can sit for a few minutes, get a free meal, and then leave without too much suffering.

She walks into the restaurant, eyes wandering, hoping the other two haven’t arrived yet.

“JADE!”

Her head snaps, seeing an overly unenthusiastic Sikowitz waving his hand wildly in the air. Tori is sitting next to him, something similar to a grimace on her face. Jade only rolls her eyes, dragging her feet to join them at the bar. She purposefully leaves a seat between herself and Tori before sitting down.

“Okay I’m here,” she announces. “Why?”

“Because you two need to learn how to play a husband and wife believably,” Sikowitz tells them.

“What does that have to do with sushi?” Tori asks, clearly irritated.

Jade hides a smirk; she doesn’t mind when Tori shows other emotions than being the sweet, goody two-shoes she’s always been.

“Listen, I once had to do a show where I had to play a man in great pain. So to prepare, I threw myself down a flight of stairs.”

Jade and Tori only stare at him, unsure if they should even respond.

Sikowitz adds, “You wouldn’t believe how many times I hit my head.”

“Yeah we would,” Jade supplies without hesitation.

“We really, really would,” Tori nods in agreement.

Sikowitz ignores them both, continuing on, “Now to prepare for your roles, you two must date.”

Jade stares at him, wide eyed.

“So, have fun,” he concludes, standing up from his stool.

“What date?” Jade snaps.

Sikowitz points at the two of them. “This one. It begins now at,” he pushes up his sleeve to reveal nothing but his bare wrist. “Seven-oh-twelve p.m. You two will stay here, eat, chat, drink and giggle until the restaurant closes at midnight.”

Jade is absolutely not going to be forced on some dumb date with Tori. She immediately pulls herself up from her seat.

“Forget it, I’m leaving.”

Tori follows suit. “Yeah, me too.”

“Ah!” Sikowitz warns, making the two of them freeze and turn to him. “If either of you two leave before midnight, you both get an F for the semester.”

“Sikowitz,” Tori lets out in a whine, stomping like a child on the verge of a tantrum.

“It’s fine,” Jade insists, mainly to get Tori to shut up as she slings her purse over her shoulder. “He’s gonna know when we leave.”

Sikowitz gives her a look. “Oh yes he gonna.”

The two just stare at him, as if wondering how much worse this can get.

“I have two spies watching you. Sinjin and Burf,” he informs them, pointing to both of them awkward and lanky boys from their respective spots.

Jade looks at Sikowitz again, unable to believe she’s being forced to sit through this. Tori glances at her and it’s clear she’s in the same boat.

“Happy dating,” Sikowitz tells them before he’s slipping out the door.

Jade shares a look with Tori before they’re both slouching back into their chairs with a glare.

“Excuse me,” Tori says in her stupidly sweet voice.

Jade hates it.

“Hi, my date and I were wondering if you had a flight of stairs we could throw ourselves down.”

Jade has to school her features because she’s surprised at Tori’s comment. She keeps a straight face, but honestly, she’s impressed.

She’d never let Tori know it, though.

After sitting there moping for a moment, Tori lets out a sigh.

“Let’s at least order food,” she suggests. “I’m hungry.”

“Fine, we’ll eat in silence,” Jade decides.

Tori gives her a look to which Jade pointedly ignores before she’s shoving a menu Tori’s way.

When they order, the waiter just looks at them hesitantly, as if he doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, but when Jade glares at him he turns and sends their orders in without having to be told twice. Jade groans. She isn’t sure how she’s supposed to survive this night.

It’s just uncomfortable silence for the most part, one Jade is trying to eat through the best she can, but then Tori starts slurping on her soup and really, didn’t anyone teach her better?

“NO!” Jade shouts when Tori’s slurping for the third time in the past five seconds.

Tori side eyes her, slurping another spoonful just to spite her. Jade resists the urge to smack her arm.

“Worst night ever,” she states, sifting through the remnants of her meal with her chopsticks.

“Oh, you think I’m having fun on this ‘date’? ‘Cause I’m not,” Tori responds with a glare

“Then let’s not talk,” Jade suggests quickly.

“Fine!” Tori agrees.

Jade feels like she’s won at least a small part of her night, turning back to her food, but of course, Tori has never been a quiet one.

“You know-”

“Ugh!” Jade groans, as if she’s physically in pain at the sound of Tori’s voice.

Tori rolls her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a second before she says, “There is no reason you and I shouldn’t be able to sit here and have a conversation”

“I’ve got a good reason.”

“Which is?”

“I don’t like you,” Jade reminds her in a duh voice.

Tori raises her eyebrows, taking it as a challenge. “Really? You can’t think of one good thing you like about me?”

Jade pretends to think about it for a moment before she says, “I like when you’re sad.”

Tori looks at her before she lets out a scoff. Jade shrugs like there’s nothing else Tori should’ve expected. Because really, she should’ve seen it coming.

“Okay, try again,” Tori tells her, turning to face her again. “Reach down into your twisted, bitter soul and see if you can find anything nice to say about me.”

Usually, it doesn’t go like this. Usually, by now, Tori gives up and just lets Jade have the last word. Something about this piques Jade’s interest in conversing now, a side of Tori that only she’s really been able to pull out of her.

“Uh okay,” she begins, thinking for a moment. “Your singing isn’t...awful.”

Tori nods, a sardonic smile on her face. “Thanks so much.”

“Now let’s hear you say something nice about me,” Jade suggests.

“Sure,” Tori relents. “Um, I admire how you’re never afraid to say what you think.”

“That’s stupid.”

“See?”

Jade rolls her eyes. Stupid Vega’s getting better at this, she notices.

“Now your turn again,” Tori says.

“Uh,” Jade starts, and the first thought that comes to her mind - well, she can’t have Tori the satisfaction of knowing that. But she’s got nothing else so, “I guess some people might say, that from certain angles you’re pretty.”

She’s suddenly focused on poking her chopsticks through her rice and definitely not looking at Tori. She can feel Tori’s eyes on her though, and when she risks a side glance she notice the way Tori’s lips lift up into a small smile.

Jade ignores the feeling in her gut.

“You could say I’m pretty,” Jade suggests, trying to stop Tori from smiling like an idiot.

There’s a pause and then, “You are pretty.”

Jade looks back at Tori then, and Tori can only manage a shy smile and a shrug. Jade hates how it makes her a little soft. Then, as if they both notice the air has shifted, Tori and Jade look back at their meals and take a bite, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Jade thinks this night couldn’t possibly get weirder.

...until it does.

Jade’s met her fair share of annoying, overly-confident boys at Hollywood Arts alone, but these two are a whole new level. Every glance she shares with Tori is confirmation enough that they need to get rid of them like now.

“Sing us a song!” one says.

“Yeah we wanna hear a little songy-song action,” the other chimes in.

Jade thinks she’s just going to smash both of their heads onto the table. But wait - songs. What was that lesson with Sikowitz the day they cast themselves into the play?

With a new idea, Jade turns to Tori, concealing a smirk.

“You hear that? They wanna hear a little songy-song action,” she says smugly.

Tori stares at her like she’s crazy for a moment, and Jade almost screams because how is Tori this dense - but then she’s smiling along the moment it clicks. A big smile with a nod, and Jade knows Tori’s acting when she sees it.

“Okay, we’ll sing you a song,” she agrees, standing from her chair.

Jade follows her to the DJ’s makeshift station, smirking at the back of Tori’s head.

“Hey.”

The DJ looks up.

“Break’s over,” Jade tells him, crossing her arms.

“What song do you want to sing?”

“Um,” Tori squints, leaning over to inspect the song list.

Jade feels the eyes of the boys on them.

“T305,” Tori answers, looking up at Jade with a knowing smile.

Jade looks down at the page, finding the listing. She smirks. Not bad, Vega.

It’s not the first time they’ve sung, but Jade is pretty sure it’s the first time they’ve sung together by choice, and the first time it’s just the two of them. She finds herself enjoying this, performing with Vega. It’s no secret that Tori’s always been a good singer - that much was clear from day one, but for once Jade isn’t looking at her as a threat.

Maybe, just maybe, everything with Tori isn’t a competition. And of course, making two idiot boys squirm never hurts either.

As the crowd applauds them, the two boys silently make their exit. Neither of the girls notice though, because Tori is throwing an arm around Jade as she laughs, and Jade lets her without complaint, and maybe they’re finally getting somewhere.

“That was phenomenally better!”

Sikowitz is outright applauding them the following day at rehearsal. Sinjin and Burf lookin with glee. Even Beck and Andre are impressed by the looks of it.

“See? Doesn’t acting like this feel better?” Sikowitz asks.

Jade shrugs. “It’s alright I guess.”

She won’t give Sikowitz or Tori the satisfaction of knowing that yes, being able to fall into a role like this feels immensely better than forcing herself to go through the motions with someone she hates.

“Seriously that’s stop good stuff,” Andre nods. “How’d you guys do it?”

Tori smiles, like it’s a secret only for her and Jade. “Oh you know, just a date night at Nozu.”

Jade suppresses the smile that wants to appear on her face. It’s kind of fun, like an inside joke no one else will quite understand with Tori. Tori wears her heart on her sleeve, she is open and honest and welcome to those who approach her. To have something with her, even if it’s just a dumb forced date night, is something Jade holds on to.

She misses the way Beck looks at her curiously, as if trying to understand the new dynamic between them.

They start hanging out. No, actually, not really. It starts as Tori suggesting they go over lines together after school in the days leading up to opening night and Jade agreeing. That’s all.

But Jade finds herself laughing more than she should. She finds herself finding less and less reasons to snap at Tori - though, don’t be mistaken, she is all for pushing buttons and poking fun. Tori can handle it, this much Jade knows.

But Tori always surprises her, coming up with a sassy remark or a quick comeback when Jade leasts expects it. It keeps Jade on her toes and for the first time in a long time, she doesn’t think about missing Beck.

“Why did we hate each other?” Tori sighs, stretching back on her couch the night before opening day.

“Did?” Jade asks with a smirk and a quirk of her eyebrow. “I still hate you.”

Tori rolls her eyes, giving her a look. “Well, I, for one, don’t hate you. I don’t think I ever did.”

Jade looks at her. “I know you never did. You definitely have every right too, though.”

And it’s true. For all Jade’s thrown at her, Tori has never once retaliated as hard. She has always forgiven Jade, even taken the blame when Jade’s the one who pushes and pushes. Tori has done nothing but forgive Jade time and time again, and Jade isn’t even quite sure why.

Tori looks at her curiously, her head doing an adorable tilt.

“I think I like us better as friends.”

“Who said we’re friends?”

Tori scoffs, pulling a pillow out from under her and smacking Jade with it. Jade laughs, grabbing another pillow and hitting her right back.

Jade is having a stupid pillow fight with Tori Vega in her living room, but she can’t find it in her to stop smiling.

Opening night is something like a dream.

Jade loves opening night of plays, honestly. There is something about it that is so unique, that there’s never anything quite like it.

(There is also the fact that on the opening night of her play a few semesters ago, Tori made sure it happened exactly as she’d hoped.

She tries not to think too hard about that, though.)

The black box theater is packed despite it only being an in-class play, and Jade thrives off the full room. Something about the acting tonight elevates it all, and she knows Tori can feel it too from the way her eyes shine the entire time.

“You are no sleepy loser,” Jade tells her, squeezing Tori’s arms in comfort. “You’re an astronaut.”

Tori looks at her for a long moment, long enough for something to bubble underneath Jade’s chest.

“I love you,” Tori tells her in a deep voice.

“I love you,” Jade replies without missing a beat.

Her voice is so soft and genuine, she truly doesn’t know where it comes from.

Tori pulls her in a hug then, and Jade wraps her arms around her tightly. Sikowitz leads the audience in applause, and when they finally pull away, Tori is looking at her with a smile as if to say we did it.

As they take their final bow, Jade holding Tori’s hand, two voices become louder than the rest. Standing back up, Jade’s eyes fall to the back row and her stomach drops in dread. Tori is hitting her shoulder, starting to say something, but Jade cuts her off quickly.

“It’s them,” she says, grabbing Tori’s arm. “It’s them.”

Tori gives her a confused look, but then she’s looking into the audience herself and her eyes widen.

“What do we do?” Jade asks.

The boys are beginning to stand up and it’s clear they are trying to make their way over.

“Run,” Tori decides. “Run Nancy.”

“Yes, Walter,” Jade nods without hesitation, grabbing Tori’s hand and practically sprinting to the back of the theater.

They exit the room and down the hall, both of them tugging off their wigs and Tori pulling off her fake mustache in the process. They end up in Sikowitz’s classroom by the end of it, breathless. The two of them look at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter, unable to help themselves.

“God I’ve never been so scared in my life,” Tori admits through her laughter, clutching onto Jade for support.

“Tell me about it,” Jade breathes out, shaking her head in disbelief.

When they’ve finally calmed down enough, they are still holding hands, wigs discarded on the nearest chair. Tori is so close and she smells like her dumb fruity perfume. Her eyes still shine brightly, and Jade can’t help it.

She kisses Tori. It only lasts a moment, soft and quick, but it’s enough to both know it wasn’t a mistake. Jade pulls away, and they’re both left staring at each other with wide eyes. Tori is clearly surprised, but at least she doesn’t look upset.

“Did you just…?” Tori asks in a quiet voice.

“I..um, yeah. Guess I did.”

Tori bites her lip. Jade hates how good she looks still with her hair tied back and pinned in place from the wig.

“Can you do it again?” she asks, uncharacteristically shy.

Jade smirks then, pulling Tori into her again.

Maybe they end up making out in Sikowitz’s classroom while everyone is looking for them, but hey - it’s better than the janitor’s closet.

When they finally return to the dressing room, Jade holding Tori’s hand, Beck and Andre are already changed and Robbie and Cat are also there, hanging out.

“Where have you guys been?” Beck asks. “There were two guys who were looking for you.”

“We didn’t want to see them,” Jade tells him.

He notices their hands and quirks an eyebrow, silently posing a question. Jade only raises her eyebrows in response, pulling away from Tori to change out of her costume.

“Oh you know,” Tori shrugs, biting her lip to hide a smile. “Around.”

Everyone exchanges a look, but none of them say anything further about it as the other two change.

And when Jade kisses Tori in front of everyone at Nozu later that night, Tori gives her a big smile.

“I knew you didn’t hate me,” Tori sing-songs.

“Don’t push it,” Jade teases, but her arm rests comfortably around Tori, not minding when Tori slides her hand into hers and kisses the back of Jade’s hand softly as Cat tells a story.

#victorious #tori x jade #jori #fic #minific #mine #tori vega #jade west

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vampire207343 · 4 years ago

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Serenity Culpa

T% What if..... Lily Potter end up cheating on her husband James Potter with a muggle and he found out the day Lily give birth to her son Harry James the boy look nothing like James so he ask the healers to run a blood line Test on the boy.

Blood line Test Result...

Name: Harry James Evans “Potter”

Day of Birth: July 31, 1980

Statute: Half-blood

Mother: Lilian “Lily” Marie Potter nee Evens

Father: Alexsander James Smith

Step Father: James Charlus Potter

Aunt: Petun8a Maria Dursley nee Evans

Uncle: Vernon John Dursley

Cousin: Dudley Vernon Dursley

God Father: Remus John Lupin

God Mother: Amelia May Bones

When I finish reading Harry’s Bloodline Test, I find out that my wife Lily end up cheating on me with a muggle or a squibe of the Smith Wizardering Line so I left St. Mungo’s Hospital and went to Gringrotts and since the Potter family is a Goblin friend they speed up the Divorce papper they finish before tge days out so he return to St. Mungo’s hospital and have his wife Lily sign the Divorce paper without her knowing and He have Potter name in harry’s removed. Before filing the divorce paper to the Ministry that by the time the day is over he is offically divorce in the eyes of Magic.

And the only one who knows that Harry Evans isn’t James’s son is Sirius Black and the Healers of St. Mungo’s Hospital after the divorce become offical, James Potter and Sirius Black decided to leave England and move to Japan.

2 years in Japan both Sirius Black and James Potter found themsel having a girlfriend to two pureblood witch.

Sirius Black began dating the pureblood witch, Reina Ryuzaki, she has long brown hair and bright blue eyes. She is the solo heiress of the Ryuzaki family.

James Potter began dating Elizabeth Moonlight for 2 years now and she has long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she’s like a queen of queens. She is the oldest daughter of the Moonlight, she has a younger sister Audrey who recently married to a muggle man from Paris named Andre Bouegeois

James and Sirius had a diuble wedding with the fiancee in June 5, 1982

On May 10, 1983

Elizabeth Potter nee Moonlight the new head of the Moonlight modeling Company recently given birth to her first child, 1 hour ago. Chole and James Potter named their new daughter Kamiko Rosabelle Potter- Moonlight (fem Harry Potter). Their new daughter has blushish black hair and she has her mother’s bright blue eyes.

2 months after Kamiko Potter- Moonlight the new God Daughter of Reina and Sirius Black, their own daughter is born on July 15, 1983, her name is Diana Reina Ryuzaki - Black.

By then they heard that the dark lord was defeated by the newly turn 3 years old son of Lily Evans, Harry James Evans is proclaimed by Dumbledore as tge Boy-Who-lived and the last newst they heard from the magical enclove of England was that their old friend Remus Lupin become a Teacher in Hogwarts.

2 years later...

Audrey Bourgeois gaved birth to her daughter Chloe Bourgeois who like Audrey’s older sister Elizabeth, she was sure that her daughter would be beauitful like her own older sister was wgen they were young. Chloe is born in October 5, 1985.

Elizabeth Potter-Moonlight and her family visit Aubrey and her family alot so Kamiko grow up along side Chloe dispite being 2 years apart of age they still become friends, France is also were Kamiko meet a guy she feel in love with who is the same age as her Felix Culpa the son of Amelia and Francis Culpa who are pureblood Wizardling family. They were both about 6 years old when they meet and stay in contact with one another even though they lived in different country from one another, Felix Culpa lives in England while visiting their relatives in Paris.

Their daughter Kamiko adores Felix even if he dosen’t show alot of Emotion on his face tge only one who manged it beside his parents is Kamiko herself so they knows that Felix also care about their daughter.

17 years later...

Amelia and Francis Culpa enroled Felix Culpa in Mahoutokoro School of Magic in Japan.

Since it’s one of the very best school internationally and that where Kamiko attented her magical schooling.

While Kamiko Potter-Moonlight’s

Bestfriend and God sister Diana Ryuzaki-Black

Decided to be home school for her magical education and attend Ouran High School where her fiancee Takashi Morinozuka is attending in their last year of High school along with his cousin Mitsukuni Haninozuka.

Felix and Kamiko already meet the host Club they think that Tamaki Suoh to be to much for their taste but they get along with them all well enough.

The Potter family are involved in Resturant chains all over the world, Resurts, Hotels, Land mine, Scupting & Winery. While the Moonlight family are involved in Modeling and Fashion.

The Potters and Black family visit the magical Encloved after the war with the Dark Lord is truely finish.

The Ryuzaki family are involved in Food produce, Life Stock and Painting. While the Black family are all involved in Business and High Tect.

While the Culpa family are involved in Fashion, Acting, and movies.

When the Potters and the Black family arrived at England they went to the Potter Manor which has been close for about 19 years since James Potter Left the country.

The house elf took care of everything, while they all took a look around England’s magical Encloved since today us the 2nd Celebration of the defeat ofbthe Dark Lord Voldemort . England change a bit but not muh it’s still to far behind the Japanese encloved or American Encloved.

Unknown to the two family that an aged Lily evans (She dosen’t even look around her age 43 more like she alreay look like she is in her 70′s) saw them in Diagon Alley, and She would recognize her ex-husband James Potter right away and it would seem that he re-married and now have a 17 years old daughter and Even Sirius Black is now married and have a daughter of his own.

Unlike Both Sirius and James who age well, but everyone who fought in the war wasn’t so lucky. I now look beyound my age looking like I’m in my late 70’s instead of being 43 years old.

And my son Harry Evans who recently married the only daughter of the Weasley now has grey hair even though he is only 19 years old he already look like he is in his late 30′s. The same could be said with his two friends Ron Weasley and Hermonie Granger I regret sleeping with Alexsander Smith a squibe of the smith line but the one thing I don’t regret is my son Harry, I just wish he was James’s son instead then I would still be married to him. Even though I am now married to mynold friend Severous Snape, I am still in love with my first husband James. Maybe if Harry was born as the son of James I wouldn’t be watch him from a far as he interact with his new wife who is currently pregnant.

2 weeks Later...

The Potters and Black family return to Japan, since School break will be ending soon and I heard that a commoner gotten in Ouran High School.

Mitsukuni and his cousin Takashi also just got back from their trip to Swizerland.

2 days Later...

On November 17, 2000

Elizabeth Potter-Moonlight gaved birth to her secound child a son the new Potter heir but Kamiko will remain the heiress of the Moonlight family. Her new brother is given the name Richard James Potter Moonlight he identicall to his father.

5 months later...

I heard from Diana that the new commoner boy became a member of the Host Club the club which Hani and Mori are a member. Diana haven’t really meet Haruhi Fujioka in person before, until Diana drag Kamiko to Ouran High School after school to tye Host club to meet this commoner boy.

Diana’s friend from Ouran High School, Kanako Kasugazaki said that when she was still a guest in the host club, she meet him and even taught him how to waltz.

“Hey, Kyoya-sempai who are they?” Haruhi ask.

“Hm... oh those two, well the girl with the Blue-ish black hair is Kamiko-sempai she dosen’t really go to our school, she mostly got drag here again by Diana-sempai the brown hair next to her talk to mori-sempai and Hani-sempai. Diana-sempai is Mori-sempai’s fiancee so we see her from time to time” Kyoya said.

“Ah..” Haruhi said.

When Diana and Kamiko suddenly appear infront of Haruhi, without any warning.

“Hmm... You must be Haruhi Fujioka” Diana said.

“Ah.. yes” Haruhi said.

“hmm.. we pictured you alot manlyer” Kamiko said.

“Yeah, and if we don’t know any better we’ll say your actually a girl” Diana said.

“Ha...Ha...Ha...You guys must be imaging it, Diana-sempai” Tamaki said with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, Haruhi is a manly man” Kaoru and Hikaru said at the same time.

“We’re getting a feeling that your hidding something from us” Diana said.

“Wait...now that I really took a closrr look at Haruhi. Your not a man, your a woman” Kamiko said.

“Don’t be silly Kamiko-sempai Haruhi is a man” Tamaki said nervously .

“Tamaki do you think I’m a fool that I can’t tell a man or wownan even when their cross dress who do you think I am” Kamiko said.

“Guys, it’s okay .. and yes I’m a woman” Haruhi said.

"What are you doing as a member of the Host Club then?” Diana ask.

They both discover why Haruhi is part of the Host Club, she’s their to pay the debt she own the Host club, when she sccidently broke a base that coset ¥ 800,000.

2 months later...

Felix Culpa and Kamiko Potter-Moonlight both Graduate Mahoutokoro School of Magic. And Takashi Morinozuka and Mitsukuni Haninozukavalong with Diana Ryuzaki-Black are also graduating Ouran High school the three of them are planning to attending College in Boston while Felix and Kamiko are planning to attend College in Paris this would be the first time Kamiko and Disna would be country apart. Since they been together since they were babies. And the Moonlight and Potter family are moving to Paris to expan their company. And the Culpa are also moving to Paris as well.

Both Felix Culpa and Kamiko Potter- Moonlight attending their college year in Roseheart Academy, in the other side of Paris where Chloe attend school.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng doseb’t believe she catch up to be a Hero so she gave up the Ladybug Earring after the stone Heart and the Guardian was force to give to find another Ladybug before another get Akumatist especially when Cat Noir also gaved up his ring so he need to find hero luckly, luck seems to be on his side that day since he meet two teen who are perfect for Ladybug earring and the Black cat ring, and the two of them also happen to be souls of creation the true holder of Tikki and plagg.

(Kamiko’s ladybug suit and she also has two yoyo)

(Felix’s cat noir suit, I found this picture in Of Marry Madness )

3 years later...

It’s been 2 years since Lila Rossi came back to paris and turn all my friends against me, I am basicly outcast the rest of the class at the back of the room with Chloe indoing so the two of us become best friends and I even meet her older cousin Kamiko Potter-Moonlight we look alike that anyone could mistake us to be cousin or sisters instead of Chloe’s and I even meet her boyfriend Felix Culpa who happen to be the older cousin of Adrien who has more of a backbone than Adrien himself while they look simliar in appearance but their personality is nothing alike what so ever. While Felix is strong and independant, Adrien on the other hand is weak, and dependant of others.

We even meet their 3 friends who remind me of so much of my old friends, but they are alot more Loyal than my old friends ever did so I end up befriending them.

Allegra remind me so much of my former bestfriend Alya but at the same time different. She even have a ladybug blog more famous than Alya since she got her ow blog Lady Noir being Endorse by both Ladybug and Cat Noir personally. Which Alya dosen’t so it’s no suprise that Allegra’s blog is more Famous

Then is Claude and Allen, Claude personally remind me so much of Nino as well he even love music.

Kamiko help me get an intern in her family fashion company the Moonlight Frashion line which rivals that rivals that of the Styles Queen, Aubrey Bourgeois.

Kamiko and Felix three friends are also their super hero allies Allegra happens to be Honey bee.

Claude is also happen to be turle miraculous holder Snapper.

Then finally their Allen he happen to be fox miraculous, Artic Fox.

Each of them discover each other’s identity.

1 year later...

On June 5, 2004

Felix Culpa and Kamiko Potter-Moonlight are now 21 years old and graduating Roseheart Academy and their superhero self also manged to take back the Butterfly and the peacock Miraculous it was discover that Hawkmon is Gabriel Agrest and partner Mayura is his assistant Nathalie Sancoeur, they were catch by the police and taken to jail, while Hawkmon's son Adrien Agrest is taken custody by his Aunt Amelia Culpa until he graduate college 2 years from now.

With the Arrest of Gabriel Agrest, Lila Rossi's tower of lies are expose to all her classmate they were furious to be made a fool of for 2 years and 1/2 , and by then Marinette Dupain- Cheng already cut herself lose from the rest of her former friends even if they apologize they can never make things right with marinette they bullied and even going in saying to Jump the Eiffel tower of Paris and died. The only friends she now have in her class is her two bestfriend Chole Bourgeois and Kagami Tsurugi.

Alya and the others are trying to make up to Marinette but she is avoiding them.

Felix Culpa and Kamiko Potter-Moonlight are getting married to japan in 3 months and Chole and her two friends Marinette and Kagami are invited for the wedding, along with their family.

3 months later...

On September 5, 2004

Adrien Agrest is attending his older cousin, Felix Culpa's wedding with the love of his life Kamiko Potter-Moonlight an old friend of theirs who also happen to be the older cousin of Chloe Bourgeois. Marinette and Kagami are also in the wedding along with their family.

(Kamiko's wedding dress that she desgin herself for the perfect wedding she always to have with Felix)

Kamiko Moonlight-Culpa introduce Marinette Dupain-Cheng to Hikaru Hitachiin and gotten along to well she even meet his younger twin brother Kaoru Hitachiin and the rest of their friends.

After the wedding Marinette and Hikaru decided to stay in contact with one another that even by seperate country they talk to one another everyday.

By the next school year Chole and Marinette along with Kagami transfer School to Roseheart Academy which will bring out their full potentional than College Francoise Dupont, which Chole's mother Audrey Bourgeois agreed that their old school didn't have the ablility to bring out their full potentional.

1 year later...

Diana Ryuzaki-Black and Takashi Morinozuka is finally getting married at the age of 22 years old on May 30, 2005.

By then Hikaru Hitachiin is already dating Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kagami end up having a relationship with Mitsukuni Morinozuka, for 1 and 1/2 year now.

Another 1 year...

Chloe Bourgeois, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kagami Tsurugi finally graduate college at the same time as the Hitachiin twins and Haruhi Fujioka.

It wasn't long after graduating did Marinette & Hikaru, Mitsukuni & Kagami gotten married .

It wasn't long before Kaoru Hitachiin end up marring Chloe Bourgeois.

4 months later...

During October 15, 2006...

Kamiko Moonlight-Culpa, Marinette Hitachiin, Chloe Hitachiin and Kagami Haninozuka Morinozuka fell pregnant with their first child and they were all excited for the future addition of their family.

On July 30, 2007

Chloe Hitachiin nee Bourgeois gaved birth to a daughter that has blonde hair and blue eyes like her own mother she was given the name Minako Rose Hitachiin.

A week later...

On August 6, 2007

Marinette Hitachiin gaved birth to a daughter who has redish brown hair and blue eyes, her name is Makato Mei Hitachiin the first daughter of Hikaru Hitachiin.

And 2 weeks after that

On August 20, 2007

Kagami gaved birth to a daughter name Hotaru Reina Haninozuka she look like kagami herself.

Then a week and 3 days

On August 31, 2007

Kamiko Moon-Culpa gaved birth to a daughter as well by the name of Serenity Ryoko Moonlight-Culpa.

As the years pass by Minako Hitachiin, Makoto "Lita" Hitachiin, Serenity Moonlight-Culpa, and Hotaru Haninozuka have become great friends by the time they were two years old they gained a little brother. Marinette Hitachiin give birth to Jason Xavier Hitachiin the Heir of the Hitachiin. Then their's Nathan James Moonlight-Culpa the heir to the Culpa family.

Lita, Minako, Hotaru and Serenity are now 14 years old and the memories of their past lives has return to them. Sailor Mars and Sailor Mercury are awake and active in Juuban and Sailor Neptune and Sailor Uranus is also active, Sailor Pluto most likely awaken them to help Sailor Mars and Mercury defeat Queen beryl of the Negaverse.

And Tuxedo Mask is fighting along side the scouts, it dosen't take a geniuse to know who Tuxedo Mask really is he is the reborn self of Prince Endymione, but it seem that he is dating the reborn self of Sailor Mars, It broke my heart that my prince fell in love with one of my scouts, but he if this is what he wanted then I will Comply to his wish, and removed the Bond that the two of us shared.

"Goodbye Endymione , I hope you find hapinese to the path you chosen"Serenity Moonlight Culpa. The three loyal sxouts of Princess Serenity help her move on from Endymione the three of them did always believe that Prince Endymione never deserve their Princess's Love for him.

The three of them help Serenity reclaim the Sliver Crystal.

Sailor Pluto watch from the time gate the future she so hold dear to her heart shatter to a million pieces and Crystal Tokyo

will never come to be in this new timeline. And a new future is slowly forming before her very eyes and Neo King Endymione is no longer the king and husband of Neo Queen Serenity but another by the name of Diamian Wayne as Neo Queen Serenity husband and King.

The new timeline of the future is more beauitful than Crystal Tokyo ever did Cosmic tokyo

While Small lady may not be the daughter of Neo Queen Serenity and Neo King Endymione anymore but what matter is that she is still alive even if she is no longer the daughter of her mother Neo Queen Serenity but the daughter of Sailor Mars and Endymione and the future Sailor Mars instead of being the future Sailor Moon.

But Neo Queen Serenity and her husband King Diaman has two beautiful children together the oldest child is a son by the name Aron Tranquility Moonligt Wayne who has her mother's gooden blonde hair and his father green eyes.

Then their's his twin sister Sadiya Serenity Moonlight Wayne who look like a mirror image of her mother in every way, but they were taught many form of fighting art.

7 years later...

Serenity Moonlight Culpa meet Diamian Wayne in College and tgey both end up falling in love with one another and gotten married when they were 21 years old March 15, 2031 by then Felix and Kamiko Moonlight Culpa are already 45.

While Lita Hitachiin found her old lover Nephrite, his new name in this life if their are Nathan James Moonlight-Culpa the younger brother of Their Princess Serenity.

Minako Hitachiin also found the reborn self of her own lover Kunzite his new name is Jason Kyle an old friend of Nathan while growing up they meet in College where his memories of his past return

and the one Tudedo Mask and Sailor Mars and thenothers were fight with is nothing but a clone created by Queen Beryl.

While Hotaru end up marring Jason Xaiver Hitachiin the younger brother of Makato.

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Chapter 1 Summary

After nearly two decades on the throne, Andre, the 58-year-old King of the Armoricans is diagnosed with lung cancer. After a meeting with his oncologist and his wife, Elise, he decides that he will share the news of his diagnosis with his three children, Rosalind, Frederick, and Jacques during an upcoming family retreat. He is determined to keep his illness a secret from the press and public.

On the same day that Andre receives his diagnosis, his youngest son Jacques and Jacques' girlfriend Vivi learn that they have unexpectedly fallen pregnant. Vivi is distraught, berating herself for her carelessness, but Jacques reassures her and promises to tell his parents that weekend.

Meanwhile, middle child Freddy has an argument with his on-again, off-again girlfriend, Kelly, about his reluctance to introduce her to his family. The fight escalates to (yet another) break-up, and a furious Kelly quietly vows revenge.

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The family convene for a weekend at Morley Cottage, their private retreat in the Armorican countryside. Stunned by their father's cancer diagnosis, Jacques fails to tell his family about Vivi's pregnancy.

After returning home, Andre is contacted by an old friend, Mike, a former paparazzo now working as editor-in-chief of a celebrity gossip magazine called sLx! Mike warns Andre that he's about to publish Freddy's leaked nudes, which were sent to him by Kelly, Freddy's vindictive ex.

Before his parents can confront him about the embarrassing story, Freddy flees to the city of Bruda, where Rosalind maintains a residence with her close friend, Theo.

Immediately attracted to Theo, an aspiring lawyer preparing to sit for the bar exam, Freddy takes her suggestion to send a cease-and-desist to the tabloid, attempting to suppress the leaked images and regain control of the situation. His legal maneuvering backfires, and the story blows up into a major scandal.

In an effort to reform Freddy's image, his parents decide that he and Rosalind will begin working closely together and attending engagements. Sensing the end of an era, the siblings begin to plan one last night out together.

On their last night in Bruda, Rosalind has a fling with a young woman named Mary. Freddy and Theo spend the night talking, but are caught sharing a joint by a paparazzo, which blows up into another minor media scandal.

Jacques tries and fails to tell his parents about Vivi's pregnancy, instead agreeing to take on full-time royal duties alongside his brother and sister. His failure to come clean upsets Vivi, who has begun to show and is terrified of being found out by the press. The two have an argument that ends with her kicking him out of their shared apartment.

Andre and Elise discuss the rumors of Vivi's pregnancy, but their conversation is cut short when Andre suddenly collapses. Later that week, he's rushed in for emergency surgery, barely pulling through.

Meanwhile, Rosalind learns that her one-night-stand is the daughter of the ambassador from Mt. Komorebi. Still attracted to her, Rosalind attempts to strike up a relationship but Mary rebuffs her, saying only that their relationship would cause a scandal.

Shortly thereafter, Jacques tells Rosalind about Vivi's pregnancy, requesting her help in "managing" the situation with their parents. She urges him to propose, and Vivi accepts, optimistic that a public commitment might be enough to get their relationship back on track. Her hopes are dashed by their disastrous engagement interview, which opens their relationship up to tremendous public scrutiny.

Freddy and Theo have remained in touch throughout his scandals. The two are together when he learns that his father has been rushed into surgery, and she accompanies him to the hospital where they share a kiss, finally admitting their feelings for one another.

Their relationship is extremely short-lived. Theo breaks things off when she realizes that being publicly associated with Armorica's "party prince" could damage her credibility and harm her legal career. Upset, Freddy rekindles his relationship with Kelly, who's trying to make amends after spending some time in therapy.

Everything comes to a head when the younger generation of the royal family (Rosalind, Frederick, Jacques, and a by-now-very-pregnant Vivi) attend the wedding of one of Rosalind's friends, the arrogant Earl of Simoy, the oldest son and heir of one of Andre's political rivals, the Grand Duke Chandra.

At the wedding, Rosalind confronts Mary, who insists that she had a good reason for avoiding her. Rosalind admits to Mary that she isn't planning to have children, and the two bond over the shared confidence. Frederick plans to leave early to meet up with Kelly, but on his way out, he strikes up a flirtatious conversation with Emily, the Grand Duke's daughter. Elsewhere, Jacques and Vivi discuss their shared feelings of isolation and loneliness, consoling one another with the knowledge that they have one another, even if the rest of society remains set against them. The conversation ends when Vivi's water breaks, and she's rushed to the hospital where she gives birth to a son, Hugo. Although the royal family is brought together by the birth of a new baby, Vivi still feels like an outsider in the palace, set apart by her humble birth and modest upbringing.

The final scene of the chapter is Rosalind, who conducts her own research into Mary's background, discovering that the other woman is secretly married -- to a man.

#armorica story #chapter 1 #chapter summary

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sssaaavvveeedddd · 4 years ago

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—— · ❝「 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . 」

who: nicole hampton & andre kendricks

where: las vegas, nv

when: 8/13/2020

TRIGGERS TAGGED BELOW

TAGGED: @andrekendricks

NICOLE

the relief she'd felt just moments ago had, tangled in the embrace of zeke, vanished as nicole wandered down the hall dodging any and all eye contact from the venue staff or handful of friends that actually came to support and stay for the wedding. her heart heavy as she stumbled across the groom's hall. with a clenched jaw she stared at it for a brief period, hands shaking, heart plummeting into her stomach. facing the reality of what she was really about to walk into that very room and do. as guilty as she felt, the idea not being in love with andre the way she was in love with dre didn't seem right. she couldn't promise someone forever knowing that he'd never be the only on in her heart, knowing that every time she turned around she was either wishing, missing, or entangled with the other man who'd just left her bridal hall. taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door once, opening it and letting herself in then closing it and locking it right behind her. the second she saw him tux in all her lip quivered, the tears she'd been fighting during her talk with zeke once again threatening to fall as she stood pressed against the door with no idea how she was going to say what she needed to say, "dre... i need to tell you something..."

ANDRE

sipping on vodka just to calm himself down, dre was trying to keep his cool as he got ready. some of his rap fam flew in and he had face timed his kids, letting them know what was up and what he was doing today. they didn't really understand, but the last thing he wanted in life was anyone to doubt him as a father. with a photo of nipsey around his chest and on a diamond piece, he kept him with him cause that was his best man. that was his brother by another mother who he wanted him by his side for this day. after fixing up his suit and tie combo, he started to make sure his hair was waved and lips were soft. there was this weird feeling in his stomach after his conversation with bird, how this was what she wanted; to marry him. to be his wife and to be his forever. he told her she would always be a big part of his life and heart, but she broke him too much all while nikki cared to pick up those pieces of him to put it back together. and to him, that's what love is. scratching over his scruff, he told his boys to head out as he was entering. "whatchu doing, nicole? i'm not-i'm not supposed to see you." bringing a hand up to cover his eyes, he read about weddings thanks to google and that was some curse or some shit. "if there's not enough of somethin, lemme tell P, he'll handle it." the man said, looking like a dumbass with his hands covering his face like a kid during hide and go seek and his stomach in knots all over again. her voice was concerning him and his vows were written right there on the table, so he wanted to go and hide them but didn't know how to move. "why...why you sad?" he asked, not even having to look at her to know something was off, just feeling her energy and feeling the shift of all the entire day go crazy. but whatever it was, they'd tackle it, right?

NICOLE

even if it pained her, watching dre quickly cover his eyes brought a slight smile to her fallen features as she approached him slowly. "dre, listen to me... please and looking at me wouldn't be a bad start either..." she begged, grabbing the hand he'd used to cover his eyes and holding it in her own. "i want you to know that i love you. i do. i think you're probably one of the greatest men i've ever known. so i can't stand here and lie to you." the blonde paused to take a long breath, praying he'd be able to ignore the fact she was standing there trembling because in all her life she'd never pictured herself in this situation or doing anything like this. "if i told you that i was completely and totally over zeke, that i could marry you with a clear mind and heart... i would be lying to you. you deserve so much better after everything you've been through, all the heartbreak, all the struggle, and i never wanted to add to that. but i can't meet you at the alter and swear myself to you, my future, my life, when i don't have all of myself to give to you... and it breaks my heart to know that, because when i fell for you i did fell with the purest of intentions but i'm in love with someone who never gave me my whole heart back... and i don't want to give you bits and pieces, dre... you deserve so much more than that."

ANDRE

andre felt her hand coming up to take his and he wasn't sure what to make of this. his eyes were squinted as he showed no expression besides confusion at first. "whatchu mean lie to me? bout what?" dre tilted his head and brought his arms back, loosening his tie because this shit just wasn't making sense. here she was, in a wedding dress, moments away from walking down the aisle to say 'i do' but her face showed that might not be happening way before her words did. he had to laugh, he did because it was easier than crying. men like him don't cry. ever. his hand took hold of his chain with nip's photo on it and he gave it a good squeeze, praying for him to give him the restraint needed from not destroying this fucking room and that king kids face. "you here to tell me you still love your ex, that's what you're here to do. that when he asked you to not marry me, you caved and said you wouldn't huh?" shaking his head and swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a seat and grabbed a bottle of dark liquor to chug down angrily. "how the fuck could you say you love me this entire time when your heart belonged to someone else? how the fuck could you say yes to marrying me when you knew you couldn't give yourself to me at the end of the day? i called my kids, i called my sisters. i told bird that you loved me for me, that you wouldn't pull this shit, that you wouldn't hurt me like she did here you are proving her right. bird said you weren't half the woman she was and i defended you. i told her you really wanted to be with me and only me and here you fucking are, in a wedding dress, on what was supposed to be our wedding day, saying you wanna be with some piece of shit who picked another woman to marry over you without even a second damn thought." shaking his head at her, he let his tongue rest against his top lip. "so you lied. this entire time. you wasn't ever in love with me, i was just someone you used to get under his skin while he's here on vacay with someone else."

NICOLE

the act of watching andre put together piece by piece what she was here to say without giving her an opportunity to explain herself was more excruciating then words could even express. turning her face away and closing her eyes as she listened to every ounce of legitimate and very valid anger that spit venom in her direction, flinching at the harshness of his tone. "i do love you, dre... i do, i swear i never meant to hurt you. when i fell for you, i did it selfishly because even with how bad i wanted to be over zeke, i wasn't. i thought he and i were through, and i thought over time i'd be able to move on but then we came out here, and everything with us moved so fast that i... if i married you right know, in 10 years from now you figured out that the day that we got married, the day i swore my loyalty to you that i wasn't a thousand percent sure and i was still in love with someone else you'd hate me. i gave you everything i could give you, but the idea of you giving me all of you when i could only give you all that i had left, give you everything zeke didn't take isn't fair to you! i wanted this... dre, i wanted you... but i didn't know how he felt and knowing how he feels and how i feel, i-i can't do that to you." she tried to gather herself, to keep herself together and break down but it was proving harder to do than she expected. “i may not be half the woman bird is, she might’ve been right, but i’m here to own up to it, i’m here to tell you how i felt, explain to you even as bad as i wanted to be absolutely and completely in love with you i can’t be when i gave my whole heart away a long time ago and never got it back… even if i do love you. you didn’t deserve this, and no amount of apologies are going to make you hate me less than what you do right now… and i can live with that, but i couldn’t live with myself if we got married and it started out on the basis of lies.”

ANDRE

brushing his hand over his scruff, all he could do was shake his head. his entire body fell with how he was sitting & he was hunched over. "you used me, to try n get over that loser." dre spoke out, the words hurting as he processed it all. his heart was so heavy & his lips were twisting in anger & pain. "you never told me we was moving too fast. we had our kids together. i had you meet jami & i had lil z on lock for life. i thought you really wanted to be with me. i thought i was enough & you was...this entire god damn time you was still thinking bout him." bringing his finger tips to tap against his temple, he couldn't fucking believe this shit. "he hates to see you happy. that's what it fuckin' is & you just falling right for it all over again." bitterness was evident in his voice as he felt his leg shaking, voice harsh as he just kept chugging the dark liquor and thought about everything in life that he's lost. "you don't love me. don't try to feed me that bull shit. if you don't even have your heart back, you sure as hell ain't loving me with it." taking in a deep breath with the tilt of the bottle, he was trying to numb the pain with all the liquor but knew he'd need something more soon. "you shoulda said no. you shoulda told me this shit when i proposed cuz i was ready. i explained to bird why marrying you was the right choice, how you would never do this fucked up shit to me after knowing bout everything i've been through. every single thing i lost. yet you is right here in front of me, tellin me you love me, but love him more? i ain't with that shit. i gave you my all, for the first time since bird, i allowed myself to fall for someone entirely. trusted you, believed you when you said certain shit & now you got me looking like boo-boo the fool cuz of a dude who ain't ever picked you or put you first." he was hurt and in so much pain, he stood up and slid off the jacket just to throw it then turned to look into her eyes "you used me n it worked for you two."

NICOLE

knowing too well she was in for a verbal lashing for a lifetime, nicole stood there before andre every beat of his tongue cutting a distinctive piece of her virtue. every word he’d tossed at her knocking the pedestal he’d built up for her. he wasn’t wrong though, zeke had been on her mind the entirety of their relationship, from the first time they’d hooked up in one of the dressing rooms after her show until today, hell even more so after realizing she was going to marry someone else, zeke’s face popping into her mind the second she accepted his proposal should’ve been when she walked away. it selfish, but she never thought her ex felt the same way, she thought it was something she needed to move on from, she truly believed that zeke was a scar she’d always have and that she needed to learn to live and love with the scraps he’d left to her to survive. that didn’t mean she didn’t love him, she didn’t charish the way he nourished her soul, pieced her back together, but she couldn’t marry him when her whole heart wasn’t his. once he’d finished, she slowly slipped the diamond ring from her fourth finger, cautiously stepping forward while her green eyes filled with tears, “andre… i never, ever wanted to hurt you. i never wanted to add to the pain you’ve been through. i do love you, and you might not see it now… hell, you might never believe me but i mean it and i can sit here and tell you how sorry i am until we’re both blue in the face because i am… i’m so sorry. i wanted you, i wanted this to work out… and i truly thought he and i were done, i didn’t expect him to show up, to tell me he loved me… it made everything i was trying to burry impossible. it made me realize, marrying you… would’ve been me lying to you. you should have this,” she said, grabbing his free hand and placing her engagement ring into it. “i’ll go out there and tell everybody that there isn’t gonna be a wedding, but i… i’m so sorry, dre. i hope one day you’ll be able to know and understand how fucking sorry i am, how hurting you kills me.”

ANDRE

andre gave his all to nicole. all of it just to be returned. to given back to him and shown it wasn't enough. he was never enough. for anything. he loved her with everything that he had to give. dre cared about every aspect of her broken heart and tried to piece it back together, but like she stated, he never really had it as it was. it was never even there in the first place, it still belonged to her ex. bird begged for him to not be with nicole, to give him the world, to fix things and he turned her down because he wasn't that guy. when he was invested, he stood his ground and gave it all. never did he ever think this was going to be the outcome. of course he had doubts and fears, none of which he'd ever admit to, but this was his worst nightmare. "don't ever, and i mean ever, try to tell me you love me again." andre said with pain radiating through his eyes and his blood boiling. "if you love somebody the way you claimed to have loved me, you woulda realized zeke only pulled this shit because he can't bare to see you happy. it took until your wedding day for him to come say somethin' to you. this entire trip, bird has been showing and trying to prove to me that she still loves me. that she wants this, a marriage and love, with me. but do you see her here today? do you see her trying to force herself into the wedding and change everything?" as soon as she placed the ring in his finger, he bounced it up and down a bit, closed his fist before taking a long swig of the alcohol. once the bottle was finished, he put the ring inside of it and moved to throw both out. "i dun care what the hell you tell anybody out there. you don't do this to people you say you love. but im glad i found out now that you still obsessed with zeke now then in a few weeks. it all adds up now. from seeing you naked to you flexing me, it was all for clout. you took a man who didn't put you second to try to get someone else to put you first." andre said, reaching into his pocket for his weed & his pills. popping 2, he grabbed another bottle of champagne that was supposed to be for after the wedding and popped out the cork. grabbing his vows he wrote out, he took them and used the bubbly to soak over all of them, making the ink run and the paper turn into a wet, shredded mess. "go on, then. go be with that lil boy who is here on vacation with his ex wife. the one he married when he coulda been with you instead. im sure he's hella excited for these next two weeks he'll be all about you til it's on to the next chick that catches his eye." bringing another bottle to his lips, he moved to get undressed and fixed himself into another pair of clothes, not giving a damn what she did. he didn't even mention a damn thing about how beautiful she looked in her dress cause at the end of the day, it wasn't even for him. it was all to make zeke jealous. this entire thing was and he fell right into their ploy. grabbing hold of some of the glass wear, he threw it at the wall, pissed as fuck at the universe and mostly her for using him like this. but maybe here and zeke deserved one another if this is the whole premises of their relationship, the cat and mouse game is how they fall for one another again and use people like they're nothing to find a spark again.

#tw: mentions of drugs #tw: alcohol

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001. MEET LORENA

FULL NAME: lorena ayana torres. PREFERRED NAME: lorena. NICKNAME/S: lora and loren. DATE OF BIRTH: september 29th, 1998. GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female & she/her. ORIENTATION: hetero. RELIGION: non-practicing christian. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a relationship with romeo mathers. OCCUPATION: full time university student and intern at a law firm. RESIDENCE: gramercy park, new york city.

002. CHECK LORENA’S BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: ibiza, spain. NATIONALITY: spanish. ETHNIC BACKGROUND: spanish. LINGUISTICS: spanish which is her native language and english, french, portuguese, italian and latin in a fluent level. EDUCATION: she attended the university of oxford where she got a BA in history and, currently, she’s attending columbia’s university law school. CRIMINAL RECORD: clean. BIRTH ORDER: second. FATHER: iker arturo torres, born on april 26th, 1970 in valencia, spain where he still resides and works as an architect in his own architecture firm. MOTHER: clara maria torres, née gonzález, born on june 29th, 1970 in barcelona, spain, currently residing in valencia, spain and working as a marketing manager in her own management firm. SISTER/S: none. BROTHER/S: xabier alfonso torres, born on october 31st, 1993 in valencia, spain, currently residing in sagaponack, suffolk county and working as a neurologist. andres rodrigo torres, born on november 22nd, 2000 in valencia, spain where he still resides and studies. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: romeo mathers. CHILDREN: none so far. OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: alexa marie torres, née bennett, xabier’s wife thus sister-in-law. diego rafael torres, xabier and alexa’s son, nephew. EX/ES: jordi martínez and lewis stewart. PETS: none so far.

003. GET UP CLOSE & PERSONAL

HEIGHT: 5′6″ or 168 cm. WEIGHT: between 123 lbs or 55 kg and 129 lbs or 58.5 kg. BODY BUILD: two or three years ago, lorena was a rather slim girl with no accentuated curves and, pretty much, your classical supermodel shape. she has, since, put on some weight, not because she wished to do so but because her body seems to have gone through some changes. she’s still slim, she doesn’t have a particularly big bust - 32B - and she still has her toned tummy but her waist is now more accentuated and her thighs and bum have definitely grown considerably ever since. EYE COLOR: brown, sometimes appearing to be deep brown, others appearing to be hazel, almost a green shade. EYESIGHT: she has myopia so she wears contacts on a daily basis. when she’s trying to rest her eyes and give it some away time from the contacts, she wears her glasses. HAIR COLOR & STYLE: she has dark brown, nearly black hair and she has never really bothered changing colors or messing with dyes of sorts because she’s scared to damage her hair. she doesn’t get wild with the styles either - generally, she wears her hair down and allows its natural wavy texture to shine through. if she’s meeting with clients, she’ll either straighten it or throw it in a sleek bun or updo. at home, when she’s just chilling, she sometimes throws it in a ponytail or wears it half up, half down. DOMINANT HAND: right. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: her eyes, particularly their shape and specific shade of brown that sometimes can trick you into thinking they’re green. her pouty lips that she hated when she was a child but has since grown to love. her dark hair and her skin tone, how tan she naturally is which always ends up being brought up to attention. SCARS AND MARKS: besides the occasional scar and mark that we all get, there’s nothing in particular. TATTOOS: she has a wunjo tattoo behind her right ear, a greek symbol, the rune, meant to symbolize joy and happiness. she has a micro, minimalistic lotus flower with watercolor — reference — tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, meant to represent that regardless of the toxicity and negativity that might surround her at times, she will always stay graceful and be as kind as she can be. along the outer side of her right foot, she has gotten the quote a menos que los dejes, something her older brother, xabier, used to tell her whenever she went to him, crying about the people putting her down and trying to demean her ; essentially, it’s a reminder that no one can bring her down unless she lets them. along the side, extending from her right hipbone to her bum, she has the quote those who fan your flames in cursive and white ink. lastly, on the back of her neck, she has the word headstrong in bold, uppercase font. PIERCINGS: she has her regular lobes pierced. VOICECLAIM: cindy kimberly. ACCENT & INTENSITY: between the years in england and the time in new york, lorena has almost completely lost her accent. when she’s speaking spanish, you can tell she’s a native, but when she switches to english, that fades away and you can’t decipher whether english is or isn’t her primary language. ALLERGIES: none that she’s aware of. PHOBIAS & FEARS: though she would never admit it and would say she has no fears, solitude. MENTAL & PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: none so far. ALCOHOL USE: sometimes. SMOKING: no, she doesn’t smoke. NARCOTICS USE: she used to do weed when she needed to unwind but she hasn’t done it for a while. INDULGENT FOOD: sometimes, when she’s stressed out mainly. SPLURGE SPENDING: it doesn’t happen, she’s very careful with her money. GAMBLING: no, never.

004. DIG DEEPER

CAN THEY DRIVE? yes, she can drive. CAN THEY COOK & BAKE? yes and yes. CAN THEY CHANGE A FLAT TIRE? yes. CAN THEY TIE A TIE? yes. CAN THEY SWIM? yes. CAN THEY RIDE A BICYCLE? yes. CAN THEY JUMP START A CAR? no. CAN THEY BRAID HAIR? yes. CAN THEY PICK A LOCK? yes. EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED? extroverted. DISORGANIZED OR ORGANIZED? organized. CLOSE OR OPEN MINDED? open minded. CALM OR ANXIOUS? calm. PATIENT OR IMPATIENT? depends on the situation. OUTSPOKEN OR RESERVED? outspoken. LEADER OR FOLLOWER? leader. OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC? optimistic. TRADITIONAL OR MODERN? modern. HARD-WORKING OR LAZY? hard-working. CULTURED OR UNCULTURED? cultured. LOYAL OR DISLOYAL? loyal. FAITHFUL OR UNFAITHFUL? faithful. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY BIRD? night owl. HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? light sleeper. COFFEE OR TEA? coffee. DAY OR NIGHT? night. TAKING BATHS OR SHOWERS? baths. COCA COLA OR PEPSI? coca cola. CATS OR DOGS? dogs. NETFLIX OR CINEMA? netflix. SHOWS OR MOVIES? movies. LAPTOP OR GAMING CONSOLE? laptop. HEALTHY OR JUNK FOOD? healthy food. ICE CREAM OR FROZEN YOGURT? ice cream. PIZZA OR HAMBURGER? hamburger. LOLLIPOPS OR GUMMY WORMS? lollipops. BEACH OR POOL? both. SNOWBALLS FIGHTING OR ICESKATING? iceskating. LITERATURE OR SCIENCE? literature. HISTORY OR ART? history. CHOCOLATE BARS OR COTTON CANDY? cotton candy. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION? playstation. FACE-TO-FACE OR PHONE INTERACTIONS? face-to-face interactions. DRAMA OR SCI-FI? drama. HORROR OR COMEDY? horror.

005. LORENA’S FAVORITES

FAVORITE ACTIVITY: reading. FAVORITE ANIMAL: butterfly. FAVORITE BOOK: rising strong by brené brown as nonfiction and, perhaps, a little life by hanya yanigihara as fiction. FAVORITE COLOR/S: deep red. FAVORITE CUISINE: spanish. FAVORITE DISH/ES: fideuà, gazpacho, spanish tortilla and churros. FAVORITE DRINK/S: sangria, rosé wine, limeade and orxata. FAVORITE FLOWER/S: red roses, red carnation and white daisies. FAVORITE GEM: moonstone. FAVORITE MOVIE: pulp fiction by quentin tarantino. FAVORITE SONG: truth is ( the spanish version ) by sabrina claudio. FAVORITE SCENT/S: the scent of nail polish, lime and strawberries. FAVORITE SHOW/S: vis a vis, how to get away with murder, suits, scandal and élite. FAVORITE SPORT/S & TEAM THEY SUPPORT: soccer, she supports valencia cf and tottenham hotspur fc. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR: summer. VACATION DESTINATION: tokyo, japan or kauai, hawaii.

#── ✰. ┊ lorena : — HEADCANON. ❜

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aleapoffaithfiction · 5 years ago

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IV.

I hope that you're the one. If not, you are the prototype - Andre 3000

“What do you think about this lipstick? I’m about to take it off and just stick with a lip gloss. I can never seem to get red lipstick to work on me. Meanwhile, every single shade that exists works on you.” In the midst of listening to Taylor’s commentary about a Dose of Colors lipstick that is absolutely perfect on her, I continued to nod my head along to “Too Deep for The Intro” from J. Cole’s “Friday Night Lights” mixtape. Despite it being released damn near seven years ago, it still feels and sounds better than anything that’s out right about now so it shall always remain in rotation alongside some of my all-time favorite Hip-Hop musical masterpieces. It also sounds damn good as we continue this journey down I-95 S to Pennsylvania. It’s been quite some time since I’ve actually driven a distance longer than twenty minutes and I can admit that I’m actually enjoying this. Traffic is clear, the sun is shining brighter than ever, and the weather hasn’t quite reached the brutally chilly temperatures that are on the way. I’m enjoying the wind smacking me in the face and blowing my hair all over the place. It’s damn near ninety degrees, why wouldn’t I?

“That red lipstick looks fucking good on you. You’re overthinking it. Also, my black ass cannot wear every shade ever. I just figure out ways to make them work on me and usually, lip liner is the trick. I think I have really deep berry liner in that bag. Try it and see if it works for you. If not, take it off and do the gloss.” To avoid having to stop and use the bathroom, I skipped out on grabbing a bite to eat from Wendy’s like Taylor did and now I regret it because my stomach is growling like hell. Given that the car is new, I don’t have any snacks in here but I’ll be damned if I don’t stop and grab some from a Quick Check on the way back.

“You’re talking about this one here?” I quickly glanced over and nodded my head to confirm.

“How was your time with Jesse when he came to Atlanta?”

“Pleasant. I can admit that he enjoyed it. He’s the first guy that I’ve ever had sleep in my apartment there and it was a different vibe but it felt nice. While it’s no sign that I’m ready to cohabitate with anyone just yet, I did like it for that time being.”

“So, you enjoyed finally sexing in your bed? That’s what you’re saying?” Her laughter filled our space as I called her out on such a discrete way of saying things. We both knew that’s exactly what she was alluding to.

“Well, I won’t deny that. It was damn good to be able to go at it multiple times between the night and the next morning, and then get up for a cup of coffee in my own kitchen. Hotel sex is only exciting the first couple of times. After that, it’s one big ass whatever. Do you know what it’s like to fuck in your own bed and then turn on your TV to watch one of your favorite shows while naked as the day you were born next to your fine as man? Heaven.”

“Oh, so you’re finally calling him your man now?” She refuses to label what they have as anything more than their “thing”. I understand the hesitance given the tough space he’s in when it comes to his children and divorce, but overall, he seems to have really taken a liking to her that comes with everything that a relationship is.

“I suppose so. We spoke about it and figured ah, what the hell, why not?”

“That’s nice to hear. I like you two together. He’s a good fit for you in a sense that he’s educated, sophisticated in certain ways, and he’s super mellow. That’s all you.” I always call Taylor my goody two shoes friend with the potty mouth, despite her quickly saying that it’s a label that I should be giving myself. If Jesse isn’t her perfect match, then I don’t know who is. If they don’t work out, she’ll still end up with some super educated business man or book writer of some sort. I feel like she likes them eclectic.

“And what exactly is your type? I’ve been trying to figure the shit out for the longest and it’s like I’m looking for lost treasure on some deserted island. Every single time I try and hook you up with someone, you avoid it like a plague. You’re not a lesbian. It was easy to rule that out because you didn’t want me.” I had to laugh with her, because I know she said that nonsense on purpose. She’s never been arrogant and easily becomes irritable whenever she encounters a person who is. We’ve had a ton of conversations about interviews that we’ve wanted to cut short due to some athlete thinking that he’s above being proper and approachable when speaking with us. If anything, we get it far worse than male reporters do.

“I don’t know what my type is. I feel like we all craft this dreamy guy in our heads with everything that we assume is our type, but ultimately, it’s unrealistic. There’s fantasy and reality, and in reality, there’s a lot that we’re willing to compromise about when it comes to finding love.”

“So why do you avoid hook ups? You won’t know until you get out there and try it out.”

“My sister ruined that for me. She’s the one who hooked me up with my ex and I’ve already opened up to you about how that turned out.” A moment of silence fell between us as she reflected on my past words about Shamel, while I did my best to avoid thinking about the man. It’s not very often that I do think of him because he’s an ink stain in my past that I’m working damn hard to erase.

“Well, that was then and this is now. It’s been four years since him and you’ve yet to really allow yourself to get out there. I’m pretty damn good with the vetting process, so you know I’m not bring anyone your way who I don’t believe is worthy, so what’s up? What you think of Michael B. Jordan? I know his best friend Sterling. I can hook something up. You know Black Panther is about to come out in a couple of months. He’s on fire right now.”

“Just because you have an actor in your bed doesn’t mean that I want one in mine. He’s probably running through every becky in Hollywood.”

“Oh my gosh. Shut up. You don’t know that.”

“You don’t either but it’s likely that he is. I’m not sure if I could ever get involved with a known guy. I’m sure there’s a brutal headache that comes with that. I certainly salute the wives of the players because I’ve heard more than enough stories for me to wonder why some of those women have yet to snap. The perks of being financially taken care of wouldn’t be anywhere near enough for me not to lose it. The disrespect is real.”

The manner in which those men cheat is unbelievable. I’ve heard about scenarios where the wife is in the arena sitting in the WAGs section and the mistress is only a couple of rows up amongst the spectators. Many of them have apartments in different cities that their spouses either do or do not know about. The manner in which these women flock to their hotels is shameful. And All-Star Weekend? Or even the Pro Bowl Weekend? Forget it. These are events literally created for the sake of the players being able to relax and have some fun while having their families be in the midst of it and yet they still have women all over whichever city is hosting it, fucking and sucking on them. I consider myself to be a pretty composed woman, but I don’t know how long I’d be able to keep it together if I were dealing with that. I’d probably end up on an episode of Snapped.

“Well, I can’t argue with you there, but not all of them are like that. I doubt Grant Hill has ever cheated on Tamia. What about Tim Duncan? That man isn’t cheating. Look at Ray Allen. Does he look like a cheater to you?”

“Uh, can you at least talk to me about players who are under thirty-five?”

“I doubt Steph is cheating on Ayesha.”

“The most vanilla couple in the league. Next?”

“You think Isaiah Thomas cheats?”

“Yo, T, shut up. You don’t even know what to say right now. You’re avoiding the big names because you know the deal.” I’d already been giggling, but it worsened as she side eyed me.

“All of them aren’t cheaters. What about the NFL? Look at Russell Wilson.”

“NBA, NFL, MBL, ATP, WBA, EFL, and everything else. They’re all loosely slinging dick. Spare me.”

“And you think business men aren’t? What about the gym teachers? You think they don’t fuck around too? Doctors, lawyers, judges, scientists, you name it. There are shitty men everywhere and within every professional sector. Shit, the Starbucks barista is probably slipping in numbers while handing over caramel lattes and slinging dick too.”

“You’re right. And that’s exactly why I’m single.”

“Not everyone is the same.”

“I know that.”

“So then give yourself a chance to at least meet someone. What’s the big deal? Live a little.”

“Why are you always assuming that I’m not allowing myself to meet anyone? Have you ever thought about how I’ve yet to encounter a man who has peaked my interests? That’s truly what it is.”

“Seriously? That’s what it is?”  “Yes.”

“I suppose I can believe that. You’re such a home body, so it’s not like you’re going to meet anyone there. You work around a bunch of old men up there at ESPN, so he won’t be there either.”

“There are some young guys behind the scenes but I’m not into the dating a co-worker thing. It just sounds like a nightmare filled with endless awkwardness.”

“That just means that I have to get you out more. That’s all.”

“You can try.”

And I’m sure she will. I most likely won’t mind it either. For as long as the environment isn’t one that’ll make me uncomfortable, I’m alright with being out on the scene. What I won’t be is “mixxy”. I’ve never been the one to feel compelled to fit into a bunch of circles in order to feel worthy of sitting at the cool table. I will always sit at my own table, whether I’m by myself or not.

“Thank you so much.” As I slipped Taylor her pass, I handed over my keys. Who the hell knew that this stadium has valet parking? Either way, I’m beyond appreciative because I can only imagine the chaos it is to find a parking space within anyone of the parking lots.

“I have two questions.”

“What?” As I slipped the lanyard around my neck, my eyes panned in her direction. Her eyebrows were already raised.

“One, what kind of Benz is that? It’s sexy.”

“It’s a 2018 E-Class Coupe.” I’d gotten it in Diamond White Metallic and didn’t even have to pay the extra fifteen hundred dollars for it. The exterior came with the night package including gloss accents and AMG body styling. The interior? Macchiato beige seats with red accents. I was able to have the heated and cooling ventilated seats, arm rests, and steering wheel that I wanted for the winter and summer time, and as far as everything else? Well it’s nice. I tuned him out because I’m not obsessed with cars enough to care about every single specific detail that doesn’t involve my safety. After going over the specifics, he was able to locate the exact make and design I wanted on Route 22 West in Union, New Jersey. As Beckham promised me, Phil Campbell certainly came through, not only with the car, but also with a damn good deal for it too.

“And who the hell are you fucking on the Eagles? I thought we were coming here with your ESPN credentials.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m not fucking anyone within the sports world and you know this. Also, the Eagles? Please.”

“Wait. O invited you to a game during that interview, right? Is this the game?” I figured she should have known. I had the jersey he gave me laying across the backseat in the car and it’s in my hand right now. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy going to sporting events, especially when it’s not work related, but I most likely wouldn’t have made the trip out here knowing that I have to work in the morning, if it weren’t for his invitation of thanks.

“Can you come on?” We would have remained standing there had I not taken off before her.

“No, I want the details of how this all happened. O’s going to be so happy that you’re here. The man is obsessed with you.”

“Why do over exaggerate everything? Is that a Gemini trait or something?”

“But I’m not over exaggerating anything. He really does adore you. He asks about you whenever I see him.”

“You’ve told me that and as I said to you before, I’m flattered that he enjoys my work.”

“Look at you thinking it’s that simple. How cute.”

“Can you cut the shit and come on? Did you have anything to drink before we left the house?”

“No, no drinks yet but I’m going to have a mojito or something while I’m here. That’s for certain.”

I’ve never experienced the perks that comes with being a VIP or an athlete’s special guest but now I understand why everyone enjoys it. It opens the doors to just about every single access point within the stadium, except the locker rooms and with my ESPN credentials, I could easily get into both locker rooms after the game if was here for that purpose. In the midst of making our way upstairs, we were given an escort who explained everything that we’re welcome to, places that we’re entitled to be, and the free merchandise that comes with the passes. I’d almost forgotten about the food and drinks Beckham mentioned as I walked past all of the concession stands. I can never pass up a good ol’ chicken tender and fries’ basket while sitting at a game.

“And here is where you’ll be. I’ll be around to accommodate anything you may need Ms. Nazaire.”

“Oh, thank you. I appreciate that.”

“No problem.”

He opened the door to allow us to step inside what I’m sure is far more than necessary in terms of accommodations and I was certainly right as my eyes swiftly glanced over the posh interior and paused on the single person already enjoying all of it; Ms. Heather Van Norman. In no way, shape, or form did he mentioned that his mother would be around and though I don’t mind whatsoever, it does not negate my nervousness.

If he didn’t tell me, I for sure hope that he informed her because I’d hate to be the person to oddly intrude on her time and privacy as she watches her son play. Oh God. What if she thinks I used the man for all of this? It’s one thing for him to give me a thank you that I don’t even believe I deserve and it’s another for the thanks to come with perks that I’m sure no other analyst can say they’ve been given. Sure, there are some kind hearted athletes who will slip you an invitation to an event of theirs or embrace you with a hug and good conversation upon seeing you out of respect and appreciation but this? Nah, I don’t think so. This is about on the same caliber of myself being invited to the man’s house. I should have declined like I originally intended to.

“Heather! Oh my gosh. I didn’t know you’d be here.” Taylor stepped around my suddenly reluctant frame and immediately went into the beautiful woman’s awaiting arms.

“I’ve been in town for two weeks now. I head back tomorrow, but I figured I’d come out here and watch my boy play before I do. It’s so good to see you Taylor. I didn’t know you were coming with Sarai.”

“I’m crashing at her house while in town for some work with the Bleacher Report. So, she dragged me out. I’m glad she did though.”

“You knew I was coming?” I’d finally spoken up. I had to ask.

“Of course. Odell told me. How are you Sarai?” Once again, she opened her arms and she awaited my presence. How could I turn her down? The embrace was not only warm and welcoming, but it felt very maternal. It’s been quite some time since I embraced my own mother, so I appreciated it along with the kiss she planted on my cheek. I’ve always heard about how pleasant she is and she has lived up to that since our first meeting in Bristol.

“I’m well. Thank you for having me.”

“Oh no, thank you for coming. O will be thrilled. He was very adamant about me making sure you’re well taken care of while here, so I intend to do that so that you can give him a good report when you leave.” Both she and Taylor chuckled and yet Taylors came with widened eyes and eventually a smirk that I wish I never saw. With Heather standing alongside her, I was the only one who could see her teasing facial expressions and if I weren’t respectful enough to watch my mouth in front of Beckham’s mother, I’d tell her about herself.

“Are more people coming?”

“His friends are here, but they’re out there in the midst of the madness. That’s where they like to be. I was down there for a bit while he was running a couple of drills but I came back up here.”

“So, it’s just us in here?” He could have gotten us regular ol’ seats. Seriously Beckham?

“Yes. Just us. There will be food and drinks. They also have lounges where you can go and have drinks and hang out if you’re interested. You don’t have to be in here with this old gal if you don’t want.”

“Old gal? Don’t be silly! You look incredible.” I nodded in agreement with Taylor. I hope to look just as incredible as she does when I’m somewhere around her age.

“You do. I’d rather stick around so that I can get tips on how to remain so great looking.”

“My tip is to remain as stress free as possible and to keep doing whatever the both of you are doing, because you’re both absolutely stunning women. I always say that the both of you are a breath of fresh air amongst the men within your field. I also give a ton of credit to Jemele Hill, Pam Oliver, Lisa Salters, Cari Champion, Josina Anderson, Erin Andrews, Sage Steele, and Kim Jones. She’s such a good one when it comes to O. I’m sorry if I’m a bit biased to the reporters who actually take the time out to understand him.”

“No, no. I get it. And you’ve named so many women that I look up to.” I’ve gotten the opportunity to meet every single woman she listed and I chose to just sit and soak up all of the advice and gems they were willing to offer so that I can transition into my sportscaster role in a knowledgeable space. It’s even more incredible that the majority of the women that she named are black faces. While there aren’t many of us, the ones that are around cannot be missed or mistaken.

“And now you have so many who look up to you, like my Jazzy. It’s full circle.”

“Aww, thank you. Is she here too?”

“No. She’s home. She’ll be up here soon enough and she’d love to meet you. She and Taylor are already homegirls, according to her.”  “That is my homegirl. I love her.” I wouldn’t be able to escape this one and with the expression on Taylor’s face as she grabs a bottle of water off of the table, I better not even try.

“Of course. We’ll set something up.” Yet again, I’ve done something to further my connection to the Beckham Family. It’s all starting to feel like one long running coincidence at this point.

I threw the somewhat of a diet that I’m following right out of the window as I sat with a plate filled with the chicken tenders and fries that I wanted so badly. I’d been putting it off to the side, since I was so tapped into the game, but it could and probably will be finished before I leave out of here. Beckham didn’t lie when he spoke about the intensity of the games versus the Eagles and despite being inside of the suite, I could feel the energy of the nearly seventy thousand spectators in attendance. Though I came into this with a plan not to cheer for any team, I couldn’t help but to become a temporary Giants fan as I threw the Beckham jersey over my head and joined in with both Heather and Taylor’s frustration as the Giants went scoreless in first, second, and third quarters.

“Ugh! Come on.” I had to move the plate out of the way. We were already two minutes into the fourth quarter and nothing was on the board. That just about ruined my appetite.

“Come on Eli. Throw something good!”

“We have to score something. Come on Beckham!” All three of us were damn near pressed into the stainless glass windows and aching in anticipation. It was as if the man heard my plea, because within seconds after it, he received a ten-yard catch from Eli Manning and went zipping down the field to give the Giants their first touchdown of the game. The piercing scream that spilled out of my mouth damn near caused me to frighten myself as I jumped up and down with excitement. Now the shit talking could begin. Sure, were still down by seven and we nowhere near any Eagles fans, but still. Shit talking is always fun.

“Alright, we have to tie this. We can do it. That just gave us a bit of momentum.” My loud claps filled the room as I paced back and forth in hopes of a miracle from my chosen team for today.

“We got this. We got this.” Heather’s hands met my shoulders and she gave them an encouraging squeeze as her own excitement ripped through her body. It has to be beyond awesome to have such an explosive player as her kid, but then there’s the pressure. Gosh, I’d be the worst sports mom ever and would need a lifetime supply of aspirin.

“You’re going to be hoarse by the time we get out of here.” Taylor laughed while shaking her head at my antics. A shrug was my response.

“So what! We have to win this thing!”

In less than two minutes later, Eli threw a four-yard pass to Beckham that resulted in yet another touchdown for him. We’d officially tied the game and I just about lost my mind. I could literally feel his energy within the suite as he celebrated his touchdown in the showboating manner that he always does and yet I loved it. In the midst of watching them online, I could understand why people tossed the arrogant title on him and hated his celebration dances. Now, while here, looking at it live, it’s the best shit ever. How can you not celebrate after making the game tying touchdown? Shit, I’m dancing with him.

“Let’s go!”

Eli’s seventy-seven-yard pass to Sterling Shepard to give us a touchdown to take the lead made our suite sound like it was filled with more than just three people as we screamed in thrill. The Eagles tied the game once more and a field goal put us in the lead once again with just a little over two and a half minutes left on the clock. What we all thought would be the game to finally give the Giants a win after being down two games was short lived by two field goals that resulted in the Eagles again tying the game and then finally beating us by three.

I don’t think I’ve felt disappointment like this in quite a while. While the other two women within the room with me took the loss with good hearts and applauded the team for a solid effort and comeback within the fourth quarter, I sat in silence because I felt like we were robbed. We were supposed to win that game. How could we lose after those three touchdowns and that field goal attempt? That’s bullshit.

“It’s alright Sarai. They’ll get a win in when they play in Tampa Bay next week. They gained some momentum today. They just have to apply that same energy every single time.” It sounds good, but I would have liked to win today!

“Yeah, I know.”

“You sound like a kid who lost their little league game. You didn’t even play and you’re sulking more than they are.”

“Because, we could have gotten that one T.” And we should have.

“I know. It was looking good in the fourth. I thought we had it too, but it is what it is. They’ll get them next time. They play the Eagles again this season and we’ll come back to see them have their revenge.” I’m holding Taylor to that. We’re coming back for that game.

“I guess that’s fair.”

“I’m sad that it’s over. I really enjoyed your company ladies. I’m so glad that you came out.” I can admit that I enjoyed myself too. Usually, I’d be curled up on my couch right now, eating dinner, and mentally preparing myself for the week head and instead, I was able to let loose and go crazy over some football. I’d pick that every single time, if I could.

“Thank you for having us. I had a blast. I’m pissed we lost, but I still enjoyed it so much.” It was my turn to draw her in for a hug and I did it with no hesitation.

“And was everything to your liking? My son’s going to want a report.”

“Of course, of course.” We all laughed at how much she emphasized the reality that he absolutely will ask her about how things went today. Well, he has nothing to worry about. He fulfilled his thank you beyond what I could have ever imagined and I’m appreciative of it. He never owed me anything in the first place and after this, he’s more than repaid me. If anything, I owe him.

“I’m sure we’ll be doing this again at some point.”

“I think so too.” Taylor swiftly agreed with her before I could get a word in. Gosh, she better sleep with one eye open when she goes to bed tonight, because I’m going to whack the shit out of her with a pillow as soon as I get an opportunity to do so. She’s been on a roll tonight with the slickness and I’ve let it slide because it’s been jokes in-between she and I, more so coming from her alone, but now she’s involved someone else in it and she’s putting false hopes on the table that I have no capability of fulfilling. This is supposed to be and is going to be a one-time thing.

“Sounds good. Give me another hug before you two get out of here. Also, drive back to Jersey safe. Taylor, text me when you two get there.”

After those hugs, we ended up spending an addition fifteen minutes talking and I’d even exchanged numbers with her so that we could set up that meeting between Jazzy and myself. It would be my thank you to Beckham for the fun filled day here in Philly.

Despite our rush down to my car, the traffic to get out of the stadium wasn’t as beatable as we wished it would have been. We were bumper to bumper for over a half an hour and that continued as we hit the highway to head back to Edgewater.

Phenomenal game, Beckham. Nine receptions, seventy-nine yards, and two touchdowns. You and Shepard balled out. You won in my book. Keep that energy going. I know it feels a bit discouraging to not have gotten a win yet, but you’re only three games in. There’s plenty of time to turn things around and I know that you will. Rest up. And thank you for the invitation. I enjoyed myself.

I know it’s against the law to text and drive, but I’m barely driving. I’m not sure if it’s just general traffic or if there’s some sort of accident further ahead but if God is on my side, he’ll work with my impatience and get things moving along. This is what I didn’t miss about driving.

Thank you, Sarai. I wish I could’ve gotten a chance to see you after the game. I saw the picture you took with momma. You look better than me in that jersey.

I really hate that I blushed. I had to roll my eyes at myself more so than him. Get it the fuck together Sarai.

I doubt that. I’m sure the world will disagree with you as well.

And every single woman that lusts over him and his every move, daily. It’s no secret that he is probably the most sought-after bachelor in the NFL. He’s one of the youngest guys playing and the cherry on top is his lack of children. I’ve heard the chatter, simply because it’s quite hard not to. Even in my field, where he is technically forbidden fruit, he’s still a hot commodity off the field. I’d like to think that aspect of things is why he has so much media attention around him even when he isn’t playing. No one gives a damn about what Eli Manning and Abby McGrew Manning have going on within their home, but the hot, young, and black receiver? They’d much rather stalk him.

My boy Shep has this little bowling alley in the apartment building that he lives in. We’re all going to meet up over there for a bit. You should come through so that I can sign that jersey for you. I texted Taylor about it too.

Immediately, my eyes shifted in Taylor’s direction and her own playfully rolled in the direction of the window as she dropped her phone into her lap.

“Really, Taylor?”

“What? What’s the big deal? It’s a little kickback. O’s cool people. I think you know that at this point.”

“You do realize that you’re taking things a bit too far now?”

“How the hell am I taking things too far when the man has your number, invited you to a football game of his, and is now texting you about coming to hang out? You allowed him into your space, not me. I didn’t push him in your direction.”

“I’m starting to think that you probably told him that I’d be at the Bleacher Report party.”

“And so what if I did? He wanted to meet you, so I told him that you’d be around. I didn’t know what would come of it and I still don’t see what the big deal is now.”

“You know exactly what the big deal is.”

“No, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?” Despite my tone, she annoyingly batted her eyes while whistling in anticipation for what I would say. I shouldn’t have to say it and I’m not going to, because she already knows. If anyone knows about the boundaries that we shouldn’t be crossing in any capacity, it’s her.

“You can be such an ass.”

“Or you’re arguing with me because deep down, you want to go. We can just stop by.”

“You do realize that I have to be at work first thing tomorrow morning, right?”

“I just said that we can just stop by.”

The internal battle intensified more than I expected it to as I pondered about what would come of this. It’s been quite some time since I’ve surrounded myself with a bunch of testosterones beyond ESPN and I have never in all of the years that I’ve been a sports journalist, deliberately hung out amongst athletes of any sport or circle. Though I’ve been to a ton of events where I’ve mingled among them for the sake of networking and people polite, there have never been instances of privacy or secrecy.

I’ve never been to their homes, their family events outside of charitable ones, or any other possible shindig. I’ve declined many invitations, whether they were extended to me out of flirtation or respect, and Beckham’s should be of no difference and yet here I am contemplating what could possibly be the big deal about it if I do stop by. Taylor’s advice about me needing to live my life always plays in the back of my mind whenever I’m reluctant to extend myself beyond my profession, but tonight shouldn’t be a factor within that. Nothing about him or involving him should be a fucking factor.

“Thirty minutes tops.”

“Fine.” And just like that, I’m taking the plunge. Whatever happens, happens. Actually no. Thirty minutes and all of this is all said and done.

Send me the address.

It took us an extended hour and fifteen minutes longer than the typical driving time to get us back to my place from Philly. Taylor forced me to wait in the car as she changed her footwear from sandals to Vans and minutes later, we were taking the fifteen-minute drive to Weehawken. I didn’t know Sterling lived so close to me. I remember Chanel mentioning something about him living in Hudson County when we were working on a Nike ad campaign together, but the exact city slipped my mind.

“I’m glad that ya’ll could make it out. We just bowling over some wings and non-alcoholic drinks. That game kind of did us all in, so the turn up is super tamed and lame tonight.” I suppose because we’re at his residence, it made sense for Sterling to step outside to greet us and properly direct where I’d be able to park my car.

“Sounds like Sarai’s kind of party.” And with that, I elbowed her in her side.

“Fuck you.”

“Sarai, you’re the turn down queen? I would have never thought. You stay checking the shit out of your co-hosts on that show. Both you and Chad are funny as fuck.” His laughter held an innocence that I’ve always gotten from him ever since he was a Goner at the University of Oklahoma. Sterling’s one of those guys who you can’t help but to cheer for. He has such a genuine spirit and he comes from a great family.

“I’m not the turn down queen. I’m just more on the chill side.”

“I can respect it.” Music blared from the miniature bowling alley as we walked through the lobby and eventually stepped inside, but the scene didn’t contain too many. As I expected, there was Chanel Iman, Sterling’s girlfriend, and two guys that I’m not quite familiar with. No Odell in sight. I guess Sterling was being truthful about the tamed vibe.

“Aw shit. If it isn’t the Most Wanted by Every Ballplaying Nigga number one and number two.” His loudness made his statement funnier than it should have been. It’s not the first time either one us have heard it and it won’t be the last.

“Ignore Ben’s stupid ass. Oh, and O’s coming. He ran upstairs to the crib.”

His introduction was just as amusing as his opening statement and he didn’t let up as he continued to speak about the never-ending lust for the “young thangs” that he described both Taylor and I to be. He introduced his friend as Kav. Chanel, I’ve known for a while now. I dabbling in modeling for the sake of branding, so we’ve crossed paths enough to be acquaintances.

“I left those kicks upstairs on the dining room table for you. Both colorways.” My heart thrashed against my chest cavity as the baritone of his sometimes-raspy voice resounded through my bones. It’s so low and soft, and yet powerful enough to command the attention of everyone in the room as their eyes shifted in his direction. His casual entrance felt like something grandeur as he halted in his steps and locked eyes with me. Staring became our form of communication, as his deep and intoxicating eyes expressed things to me that I don’t want or need to know. Though I couldn’t break the glaring, it was him who decided to do so by washing his eyes over my entire frame. I could have turned into a pillar of dust idly lying in the middle of the floor as Taylor touched my arm and suddenly pulled her hand in response to the endless number of goosebumps trickling along my skin and the lump in my throat? If I suffocate, then fine. At least this moment will cease.

“Sarai Nazaire.” My name flowed from his rosy lips so slickly and yet with a disbelief that I couldn’t quite understand. He invited me here.

“And Taylor Rooks.” Ben immediately interjected. I’m going to assume he’s to Beckham what T is to me.

“I see my homie. What’s up T?”

“Odell! My favorite guy!” Their embrace was first and I was glad of it. It allowed me some time to gain maybe ten percent of the composure I once had when I was sitting in front of my house and debating with myself on whether I should call it a night or not. I haven’t had much of it since then.

“Your favorite guy? O ain’t shit.”

“Never took you to be the jealous type brother.” He and Sterling shared a laugh in the midst of he and T’s embrace and then it was my turn. He hesitated just as much as I did.

“I’m so glad that you made it here. I thought you were going to stand me up.” Despite the extension of my arms, it was his large palms that drew me closer by my waist, and he eventually tightened his body around my own and slightly rocked the both of us from side to side.

“How are you?” I was going to stand him up. I should have stood him up.

“I’m well. You?”  “Good. Can’t complain.”

“I’m mad that I didn’t see ya’ll at the game. I started to come and sit up there with Heather, but I was with Tweedledee and Tweedledum the whole time. I didn’t even know ya’ll were there.” Chanel’s side eye to Beckham earned my laughter.

“I didn’t know you were there either, but I should have known. You’re always supporting the boo.” As she affectionately wrapped her arms around Sterling’s waist, she nodded to confirm my observation. They’re adorable together. The last guy she dated was Jordan Clarkson and despite their cuteness, I believe Sterling is the one. There’s something about their chemistry that just connects and has bonded into the strongest mold.

“Aye, we have drinks over here. Strawberry Lemonade. And there’s some hot wings, barbecue wings, and some odd flavored mango wing shits that Kav ordered. Ya’ll can help yourselves to it. We started two games. O’s whooping my ass because I’m letting him.”

“Nah, I’m whooping your ass because it’s what I do.”

“Anyway, as I said, I’m letting bleach boy win. We gon’ restart, so that we all can play. Since we’re in an odd number, we won’t do teams. We can all put twenty in for shits and giggles, and because I’m cheap as hell. Winner takes all.”

Though I hadn’t announced it, bowling has always been a side activity of mine. Both of my parents were apart of some neighborhood bowling club or whatever the hell it was back in the day and I’d always be there with them learning their techniques and observing all of the older couples and their decades old love for one another. Even with the warnings to “stay out of grown folks’ business” I was still able to be in the midst of the fun per my dad’s permission because he took me just about everywhere with him. Though slightly rusty, it didn’t stop me from winning a hundred and forty dollars tonight.

“Aye, Sarai and Taylor, let me ask ya’ll some real shit. No judgement. Ya’ll ever dated athletes?” It was Ben’s millionth question of the night and much like all of them, his curiosity always peaked in personal areas.

“One, a few years ago. I haven’t dated another since.” Kendall Marshall. I’m not surprised that she didn’t say his name, though.

“Sarai?”

“None, ever.”

“No one?”

“No.” The rumors are out there, but they’re all false. I’ve just never felt compelled to clear anything up because if I start, I’ll never be able to stop doing so.

“But wouldn’t that be an issue though?” Kav asked the anticipated follow up question.

“I mean, it all depends on the circumstances. If you’re an NFL reporter and you’re dating an NBA player, there isn’t much they can do to you in terms of firing you, though you may be frowned at about it. That’s not a conflict of interest. Some networks are stricter than others when it comes to that. Turner isn’t fond of it. The Bleacher Report doesn’t give a shit about who I involve myself with because they’re a bit more progressive, I suppose.” She half-assed the response which then caused it all to be left up to me to finish up.

“My show covers all major sporting news, mostly within the United States. Our most important coverage is always going to be the NBA and NFL, but it doesn’t mean that we don’t touch base on baseball, tennis, and a few of the others every now and then. So, as far as myself, it’s a conflict of interest no matter which way you look at it.” Yet again, our eyes locked with one another but he didn’t flinch in the manner that I urged for him to. I aimed to set up disappointment and he didn’t bite the bait. If anything, my words flowed into one of his caramel toned ears and right out of the other.

“I think when the heart wants what it wants, none of that other shit matters. It’ll figure itself out. Right?” His tongue lightly ran over his lips in unison with his nonchalant shrug and Chanel bid him a high-five in appreciation for his words.  “For someone so passionate about the sport that you play, I can’t ever imagine you doing anything to jeopardize your ability to be able to play it.” How or why would he ever? Love is great, but is having it in risky manners ever worth it? That always comes with sacrifice and adjustments that are life altering. Is it really love when you have to let go of so many different aspects of who you are to have it?

“Football is a major part of my life, but it isn’t my life. I’m starting to learn that a lot nowadays. I find myself praying for more time for myself, my family, and my life beyond that field. I’m not going to be playing forever. An empty ass house means that I don’t have much to show for what I worked so hard for. How does all of this even matter if I’m not sharing it? As far as the jeopardize part, I’m willing to fight for and alongside anyone who is going to do the same for me.”

“Why have people in your life that you have to fight for?”

“Because love, no matter which way it comes, isn’t always easy. It’s not supposed to be. I’m going to always fight for those that I love. You’ve never had anyone fight for you?”

He rendered me to speechlessness and a silence discomfort that I may not have masked with my facial expression. I had no answer to give or rather, I didn’t have one that I wanted to give him.

“Alright Sojourner Truth and Martin Luther King, there’s no need to be all deep about this shit. Damn. Ya’ll making me think and it’s too late for all of that.” Ben lightened the moment as Odell stood to his feet and he stepped away from the booth, but halted…for me.

“Sarai. I want to see your new ride before ya’ll go.” How the hell did he know that I was getting ready to throw in the towel and tell Taylor to come on?

“Go and I’ll meet you outside. I’m going to use the bathroom.”

Or she’s creating yet another awkward moment for me.

What was once ninety degree whether nicely calmed down to the high seventies and the cool breeze coming from the Hudson River soothed me as we walked along the exterior of the building. Beckham chose to leave his hands dug into the pockets of his windbreaker style shorts while my eyes panned down and remained focused on his crimson red Nike sneakers.

“Is that it?” I followed his finger and immediately nodded.

“Whew! That thang is on point. And you got the white too? Ain’t nothing like a clean pearly white car. I have to see the guts.” The guts?

It only took one press of a button to unlock the doors and just like that, he was sitting inside on the passenger side taking in the interior like a kid in a candy store. It’s pretty nice but I wasn’t anywhere near as impressed as he is.

“You doing it with this one. Nice pick Sarai.” I scoffed at his modesty. As if he isn’t the one who chose it.

“Shouldn’t you be complimenting yourself?”

“Not really. I gave you the advice, but I never picked out the specifics. This is better than I envisioned it, honestly. I figured you’d go for black or blue.” Black was the original choice until I saw the white one. It stood amongst all of the choices of its kind.

“It is pretty cool, huh?” As I slipped in on the driver’s side, I gave the car a start so that he’d be able to see the beauty of the interior illuminating in its nighttime mode.

“For sure. You look good in here. This fits you well.” For just that moment, he stared at the side of my head while I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel in an anxiousness for Taylor’s presence. Like the most dominant magnet, his aura drew my glare to him.

I’d always believed that perfection doesn’t exist, especially within men, and grandma Lèilin would immediately beg to differ. She informed me that there comes a time when a woman does lay her eyes on a man who is perfect for her in every single sense, flaws and all. He’ll be the most beautiful man she’s laid her eyes on. Grandpa Lesly was that for her.

I’ve never been so at a loss for words until being within this man’s presence. The symmetry of his face is sculpted to an unfair perfection and it impeccably compliments his narrow eyes. There’s no wild bushiness to his eyebrows; they’re tamed and follow the arches of his smiles and frowns. His nose is not too small and yet not too vast. It’s literally made to fit his face. His lips. Dear God. Small and yet supple. A perfect hue of rose. The full beard oozes confident masculinity and yet the bright platinum blonde mane of curls on top of head has this playful and unique sexiness that’s solely for him alone, no matter how many people try to replicate it. He’s beyond handsome; beautiful is more like it. I can see what makes them all go crazy, whether female or male. I understand why all eyes are on him. I’m drowning in the intrigue and yet seeking a lifeboat to get me the hell out of here.

“Eh. It’s a car.” That’s really all it is.

“I’m ready.” The sound of her dragging out the last word startled the both of us as she approached the passenger side and she playfully shooed the man out of my passenger seat and slipped inside after a brief hug with him.

“We enjoyed it O. Thanks for the invite.”

“It ain’t nothing. I’m just glad ya’ll came.”

“We’ll do it again for sure. I’ll catch up with you soon.” Their fists bumped and she closed the door behind herself. I figured that would have been the goodbye necessary for me to drive off into the night and yet his boldness continued as he stepped around to the driver’s side of the car and opened my door.

“Step out for a minute.”

“Why?”

“Just for one minute.” He awaited my hand to latch onto his own and it did within a couple of seconds. As soon as I was secured on my feet, he immediately drew me in for a tight hug and a soft kiss to the forehead.

“Thank you so much Sarai.”

“You’re welcome, Beckham.” The deep chuckle that rattled from his frame weakened mine.

“Am I always going to be Beckham? If you like the last name, I’m willing to share it.” And with that I drew away from him and lightheartedly mushed him out of the way. We’re not going there. Not now or ever, though I’m well aware that it’s a joke.

“Turn around. I have to sign your jersey.”

I did as he asked and stood still as he moved his marker from number to number along the back of it.

“What does it say?”

“Read it when you get home.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight Sarai Nazaire.”

“What is it with you and the saying my whole name thing?”

“It’s sexy, very sexy.”

“Flirting comes natural to you, I see.”

“I’m not flirting. Flirting is filled with jokes. I’ve yet to joke with you.”

I slipped inside of the car to avoid the urge to look into his eyes once more. Closing the door create the barrier that I so badly needed. Yet again, my heart was thrashing against my chest and if I don’t get the hell away from him, I don’t think I’ll be good to drive us anywhere.

“Hit me when ya’ll get in so I’ll know you made it safe. No speeding Sarai.”

“We’ll text you.” Taylor answered for me as she messed with the radio to find a station of her liking. As I pulled away from the parking space, he stood there and watched. In my rearview window, I could see a final wave from him before he turned to walk away.

I couldn’t be bothered with my nightly shower as I began stripping out of everything covering my body. I’ll need it in the morning when I’m dragging out of bed to prepare for work. It’ll also work with the strong ass cup of coffee I’m certainly going to need.

“Goodnight!”

“Night!” Though I closed the door minutes ago, I’m sure she heard me.

As I tossed everything into the dirty clothing basket near my closet, I decided to take a peek at the signature on the back of the jersey. With the way he moved the marker, there had to be more than just his first and last name back there.

“Sarai Nazaire. There aren’t enough words to describe how thankful I am for you. Thank you for everything that you are and all that you do. You Are The Prototype.” And along the bottom was his notorious signature.

Rather than tossing it inside of the basket, I put it on a hanger and hung it up inside of the closet. My next move was to grab my phone.

Goodnight Beckham.

That’s enough for him to know that we made it in safely.

Goodnight Sarai Nazaire.

Sleep is the last thing that I’ll be able to do tonight. Whether my eyes are open or closed, all that I can see is him.

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ML: Are They Worthy? Chapter 16: Face My Fears!/Re: Silencer

Juleka couldn’t believe it. Standing before her was her father. She had not seen him in person since he moved to England after the divorce. She was just talking about him today, and here he was. Was it magic, or just coincidence?

She remembered the conversation she had with Vlad earlier. “Hey, can I talk to you about something?” she asked

Vlad was intrigued. “Sure” he said.

“So, on Alya’s blog, she mentioned that you were gay, and from the way you’re crushing on my brother, that seems true” Juleka said.

“It is” Vlad said.

“How did it go after you told your parents?” she asked.

“Are you worried about what’ll happen if you tell yours?” Vlad asked.

“No” Juleka said. “I’ve already told them. But…”

“But what?” Vlad said.

Juleka sighed. “A month after I told my parents I was a lesbian, my mom came out as a lesbian as well. My dad said that his job was moving to London. They said that everything wasn’t working out between them and that they were getting a divorce. I blame myself.”

“Well that’s crap” Vlad said.

“Huh?” Juleka said.

“Like I told you, that’s crap” Vlad said. “You coming out had nothing to do with that.”

“But what if it did?” Juleka said. “What if I’m to blame for my parents getting a divorce?”

“Look, they're your parents. They would never do anything to hurt you, right?” Vlad said. “Unless, did they?”

“No. Nothing like that” Julkea said, smiling the fastest she smiled after talking about this. The thought of her parents hurting her in any way was ridiculous to her.

“Then I don’t see the problem. If they love you, they wouldn’t blame you” Vlad said. “Every family’s different. Your parents are different. It sounds like they had some problems before.”

“But they didn’t tell us until after” Juleka said. “And they seemed to get along well enough.”

“Look, if you’re really concerned, you should just talk to them about this” Vlad said. “The worst thing you can do is keep it bottled inside. It will destroy you. Trust me on this. The six months it took me to come out to my parents were some of the hardest times for me.”

“But what if they do blame me?” Juleka said.

“That just sounds like ‘but what if they kick me out?’ to me, and you don’t need to worry about that” Vlad said. “You were brave enough to confront them when coming out, and they accepted you. You have to be that brave again. Understand?”

“Yes. Thanks Vlad” Juleka said.

“Anytime” Vlad said.

Now her dad was right in front of her; as if fate that brought him here. No matter the circumstances, Juleka had to be prepared. She had to be brave.

Luka left to get his mom. “Mom,” he said. “Dad’s here.”

Anarka was confused. She went to the deck to see her ex-husband. “Richard?” she said.

“Hi Anarka” he said, nervously.

“We should get going” Marshall said.

“Yeah” said Micha. The brothers and the dance troupe left.

“Ivan, you promised me to take me to Andre’s tonight” Mylene said.

“I did?” Ivan said. He realized what was going on. “I mean, I did. Yes.”

“Marinette, you should leave too” Luka said.

“Are you sure?” Marinette said.

“Yes. We’ll be fine for now. We just need to sort whatever is happening out alone” Luka said.

“OK” Marinette said. “Just call me if you need anything.”

“We should go too” Vlad said. “Adrien, I’ll keep you company on your way home, how does that sound?”

“OK?” said Adrien.

“Great! Let’s get going” Vlad said, dragging his friend off of the ship. He looked back and gave Juleka a thumbs up and a wink, signifying everything will be OK.

“Juleka, are you sure you’re going to be OK on your own?” Rose said.

Juleka looked at Rose. They girl of her dreams. She had always wanted to ask her out, but she never had the courage to. Juleka promised herself that if she could tell her parents how she felt, she would ask Rose out. “Yes. I’ll be fine. Just wait for me at school tomorrow” Juleka said.

“OK” said Rose. She left the ship.

Adrien and Vlad were walking to Adrien’s. “It was nice how you helped Marinette like that” Adrien said.

“Yeah, well, what are friends for?” Vlad said.

“You two have gotten awfully close” Adrien said. “I’m almost jealous.”

“You’ll get your chance” Vlad said.

The two continued walking. “So, why’d you wanna walk home with me?” Adrien said.

Vlad smiled. “Because I’d like to get this over with sooner rather than later.”

“Get what over with?” Adrien said.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet” Vlad said. Beyyo flew out of his pocket. “We had a deal, right?”

Adrien was surprised. “You’re Judgement Wolf?” Vlad nodded. Adrien giggled. “I should have known. That’s such a you name.”

Plagg flew out and confronted Beyyo. “Hello. BEYYO!” he said, menacingly.

Beyyo backed up. “Whatever you want, can’t you tell me farther away?”

Plagg was shocked and offended. “HEY! You can’t speak to me like that after… How many years has it been?”

“It’s been too long and not long enough” Beyyo said, plugging his nose.

“Plagg, maybe you should cut down on your Camembert intake” Adrien said.

“It’s not that” Beyyo said. “You know that I can smell other kwamis? Well Plagg perpetually smells like something rotting. I have long since given up on determining what it is that’s rotting.”

“What are you doing popping up here now?” Plagg asked.

“Well, ever since Hawk Moth first showed up, I’ve been hanging around Paris” Beyyo said. “I’ve tested a few people to see if they were worthy, but none of them were. Then I sensed something on a train. A kindred spirit. Vlad. I tested him, and he passed. He told me he was moving to Paris, and you know the rest.”

“If you were here this whole time, you could have said hi” Plagg said.

“Yeah, but I didn’t have an owner until recently” Beyyo said.

“I guess that’s fair” Plagg said.

“You two seem to know each other well” Adrien said.

“Beyyo tells me he knows all of the kwamis rather well” Vlad said. “He just doesn’t get to see them as often due to their opposing natures.”

“And in Plagg’s case, his smell” Beyyo said.

“You don’t have to be rude about it” Plagg said.

“Wait. This means you know who Ladybug is!” Adrien said, excitedly. “Do you think you can help me with her?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Vlad said. He did know who Ladybug was. He also knew that Ladybug had a crush on Adrien. BUT he couldn’t just give that information away. It just didn’t feel right. “Maybe you should just give up on Ladybug. Maybe someone else might be more your speed.”

“What are you hiding?” Adrien said.

“It’s complicated” Vlad said.

“Complicated, or stupid?” Beyyo asked.

“Both” Vlad said.

Adrien sighed. “I’ll figure it out eventually” Adrien said. He started walking again.

“I somehow doubt that” Vlad said, following soon after.

Meanwhile, back on the Liberty, Anarka said “It’s been so long. What brings you back here?”

“Well, my job transferred me back to Paris” Richard said. “So, I’m just back. I wanted to see the kids. And I think we need to have a talk.”

Anarka nodded. “Well, come on in,” she said. Richard stepped onto the Liberty

“Oh, before anything else, kids, I got you something” Richard said. He gave his children each a different signed CD of one of their favorite British artists. “And something else” he said, pulling out an authentic British chocolate bar for each of them.

“Thanks dad” Luka said.

“Thanks” Juleka said.

“Well, it’s getting late” Luka said. “If you and mom need to talk, I should probably just go to bed.”

“Alright son” Richard said. “What about you, sweetie?”

“Well…” Juleka said. “I’m going to go to my room too.” She left.

“Alright. Take care” Richard said. He was alone with his ex-wife. “Sooooooooo. I guess we should just get started.”

“Yes” said Anarka. The two also went inside the ship.

Vlad and Adrien arrived at Adrien’s. “Well, I gotta get going” Vlad said.

“Hey, why don’t you join me?” Adrien said.

“As much as I’d love to, I gotta test Viperion” Vlad said.

“Oh yeah. Why is that?” Adrien asked.

“I gotta test everyone who wields a miraculous. Not just you and Ladybug” Vlad replied. Otherwise, Beyyo would leave me.”

“And you wouldn’t be holding yourself up to your own standards” Beyyo said.

“That to, but what I said is more dramatic” Vlad said.

Adrien laughed. “You certainly have that dramatic flair. Wanna take all of my modeling work?”

“No way. I’m busy enough as is” Vlad said.

“How do you think I feel?” Adrien asked. The two friends laughed. “Alright, I guess I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah. Seyya ya” Vlad said. “You know, you should be more real at school. Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” Adrien said. The truth is, he wanted to, but he was afraid his father would get mad at him. He just let him have more freedom. He didn’t want that taken away from him. He figured he’ll ask about it eventually, but for now he’ll take what he can get.

Meanwhile, Vlad pulled out his phone. “Whatcha doin’?” Beyyo asked.

“I’m searching the Ladyblog for any mention of Luka” Vlad answered.

“Good. I was worried you wouldn’t because of your little crush on him” Beyyo said.

“I’m dramatic Beyyo, not an idiot” Vlad said. “Besides, while I like him, I don’t know if he’s boyfriend material. Maybe this’ll help me understand.” Vlad came across a post about Silencer, who was Luka when he was Akumatized. He read it in depth, and he got his idea.

Back on the Liberty, Richard and Anarka were talking. “So, you’re back in Paris” Anarka said.

“Yeah” Richard said. “I just got back today. I wanted to see the kids first thing. It became the third thing after getting everything into my new apartment and eating.”

“I don’t think they’d blame you for that” Anarka said.

Richard smiled. “I was walking up to the ship and I heard a band playing. I could tell immediately that Luka and Juleka were involved.”

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Anarka said.

“Well, since I’m back, I want to see the kids more” Richard said. “I was kind of hoping we could talk about that. What this means, and what might occur.”

“Sounds reasonable” Anarka said. “Do you think we should get our lawyers?”

“Maybe, but I wanna talk about some preliminary stuff before they get involved,” Richard said. “First, I agree that the kids should stay with you. But I still want to get them sometimes.”

“Of course” Anarka said. “I wouldn’t mind talking to you more either.”

“We’ll see about that,” Richard said. “I just hope May is OK with that. And that the kids like her.”

“May?” Anarka asked.

“Sorry. She’s my girlfriend” Richard said. “I met her in London. She’s moving to Paris with me. You’d like her.”

“Hopefully not too much. Otherwise, I might steal her from you” Anarka said.

Richard laughed. “This is what I missed.”

Juleka was staring into the room her parents were in. She knew she had to confront them. Still, she was scared. “Juleka” Luka said. “You alright?”

“Yeah” Juleka said.

Luka put his arms on his sister’s shoulders. “Remember what I said when you came out to them?”

Juleka nodded. “‘You always have me in your corner.’”

“Those words are still true” Luka said. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to come to me with it.” Luka went off to his room.

Juleka opened the door and faced her parents. They were surprised to see her. “Juleka” Anarka said.

“Is something the matter sweetie?” Richard asked.

Juleka focused. She took a breath, and faced her fears head on. “Mom. Dad. Am I the reason you got divorced?”

The two parents looked at each other. “Of course not” Richard said.

“What makes you say that?” Anarka said.

“It’s just… a month after I came out, you came out, and you said you were moving to England” Juleka said. “I know it sounds crazy, and I know that this was for the best, but I keep thinking that none of this might have happened if I hadn’t come out at all.” She started to tear up.

The parents looked at each other again and nodded. They then went over to their daughter and gave her a hug. “Of course it wasn’t your fault sweetie” Richard said.

“We’re sorry that we made you think that” Anarka said. “Truth be told, I came out to your father a week before you told us.”

“And I heard that my job was moving to London around that same time,” Richard said. “We had already made the decision to separate.”

“We didn’t want to upset you right away, so we held out as long as we could” Anarka said.

“We had no idea you felt like this,” Richard said. “And we’re sorry.”

“It’s going to be OK” Anarka said. Juleka started bawling in her parent's arms. She was happy that she didn’t cause her parents to divorce, and sad because she spent all of this time blaming herself. She let it all out. Her parents kept holding onto her to reassure her that everything was OK.

Meanwhile, Judgement Wolf snuck aboard the Liberty and made his way to Luka’s room. Luka was asleep. Judgement Wolf remarked on Luka sleeping “He’s so cute, even when he’s sleeping. Alright. I gotta focus. Wolf Mist!” he called out.

Luka was in the TVi studio. He was Silencer. He had Ladybug and Cat Noir’s Miraculous, and had gotten Bob Roth to confess to his theft. He looked around and saw Marinette. “Marinette. It’s OK” Silencer said. “I got Bob Roth to confess. Nothing can stop me now. We got exactly what we wanted.”

“I never wanted any of this” Marinette said, frightened. She ran away.

Silencer looked on. “Wait! Marinette!”

Luke then woke up. He sighed a sigh of relief. He was just dreaming. Ever since Silencer, this was his recurring nightmare. However, he felt something in his hand. He pulled it out over the sheets and found a box. It looked like the box his miraculous was in “Sass?” he said, opening it. Out popped a red kwami with black spots. “You’re not Sass.”

The kwami shook her head. “My name is Tikki. I’m Ladybug’s kwami.” Luka then cowered at the corner of his bed. He remembered now. Silencer did win. But as soon as Hawk Moth showed up, he lost Ladybug’s miraculous. Hawk Moth took away his powers until the miraculous was found. He then realized everything he did and got frustrated with himself. He found Ladybug’s miraculous and decided to take it home with him. He’d figure it out in the morning.

“What-What have I done?” Luka said to himself.

“Calm down Luka” TIkki said to him. “You still have the chance to make this right. Just return me to Ladybug, and she can fix everything.”

“You’re right” Luka said, calming down.

“Or better yet, we can give the miraculous to Hawk Moth and gain our power back” a voice said in Mr. XY’s voice. Luka and Tikki then looked and saw Silencer.

“Please tell me you see this too” Luka said.

“Yeah” said Tikki.

“Come on. Let’s just go pay Hawk Moth a visit” Silencer said. “After all, what makes you think I could use the miraculous anymore?” he said in Ladybug’s voice.

Luka grabbed the box and started running. When he was in the street, Tikki asked “Um, where are you running too?”

“I don’t know. Away from there though” Luka said.

“Silly Luka” Silencer said, gaining on him. He then switched it up to Roger’s voice. “Do you actually think you can escape me? After all,” he switched to Cat Noir’s voice “I am you.” Silencer was now in front of Luka.

“You’re not me,” Luka said.

“Oh, but I am” Silencer said in Mayor Bourgeois’s voice. “And soon, I will be all that is left of you.” He threw a punch, but Luka dodged and ran the other way

“Tikki! What do I do?” Luka said.

“You can’t keep up with Silencer at this pace. You have to transform using the ladybug miraculous” Tikki said.

Luka thought about it for a minute. “I can’t” he said.

“Why not?” Tikki asked.

“Because I made this mess by becoming Silencer. I’m not worthy of Ladybug’s Miraculous. She’s perfect” Luka said.

Tikki shook her head. “Believe me. I work with Ladybug all the time, and she’s not perfect” Tikki said. “She’s just a regular person like you. And like you, she makes mistakes.”

“Really?” Luka said.

“Yes” Tikki replied. “But she fixes her mistakes. You have the chance to do the same.”

Luka looked at the kwami. “Time’s up” Silencer said.

Luka quickly put the earrings on. “What’s the phrase?” he asked.

“Tikki! Spots On!” TIkki said.

“Tikki! Spots On!” Luka said. He transformed into a male Ladybug.

Silencer switched to Ladybug’s voice. “You think you can defeat me now? Pathetic.”

Luka then took out his yo-yo and called out “Lucky Charm!” He received a mirror.

“You want to defeat me with a mirror? The real Ladybug couldn’t defeat me with a vacuum!” Silencer said.

Luka looked into the mirror. “I don’t need to defeat you,” he said.

“What?!” Silencer said in XY’s voice.

“You’re right. I am you. And you are me” Luka said. “But there's a difference between us.” He started walking forward. “You’re only a part of me. The part I hate about myself. My anger and frustration. My cowardice and fear. But you’re not all of me. You’re not my joy. My calm. My fighting spirit. My love. You’re none of those. I have to accept that you’ll always be a part of me. You’ll never go away. However, you’re nothing without me.” Luka then walked into Silencer and Silencer disappeared into Luka. Luka threw the mirror up and called out “MIraculous Ladybug!” The Ladybugs fixed all of the damage that Silencer caused. Luka then used the yo-yo to travel across town.

Luka, back in his civilian attire, knocked on a door. A figure bathed in white answered. “Luka?” she said.

“Hi Ladybug” Luka said. “I believe this belongs to you.” He handed her the box containing her miraculous.

Ladybug took it. “Thanks. I was wondering where those ladybugs came from that gave me back my voice.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get back Cat Noir’s miraculous” Luka said. “And that I caused this mess in the first place.”

“It’s alright” Ladybug said. “You’ve clearly learned from your mistakes. That’s what counts.”

“Thanks Ladybug” Luka said. The world around him then disappeared before him, leaving a white area surrounding Luka.

“I expected no less” Judgement Wolf said.

Luka was surprised. “So, this is how you test people?” Luka said.

“Yup” Judgement Wolf said. “And you passed.”

“Hm. By the way, thanks for helping out earlier” Luka said.

“You’re welcome” Judgement Wolf said, nervously. “Well, my work here is done. Goodnight.” Judgement Wolf jumped out of the Wolf Mist and Luka fell back asleep.

Luka woke up the next morning and got out of bed. He saw his sister looking more cheerful than ever. “Morning Juleka” he said.

“Morning Luka” Juleka said. “You look well.”

“So do you” Luka said.

After breakfast, the two of them headed off for school. They passed by a flower shop, and Juleka stopped and looked inside. “You go on ahead Luka, I’ll catch up later” Juleka said.

At school, Rose was talking Alix and Marinette when she heard “Rose!” She turned around and saw Juleka holding a bunch of pink roses.

Rose walked over to Juleka, Juleka handed her the flowers. Inside the bouquet, there was a note. Rose took the note out and read it. “‘Will you go out with me?’”

“I know you have a thing for Prince Ali,” Juleka said, “and I know I can’t compare., but ever since the first time I laid eyes on you, I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve always wanted to say this, but I never had the courage before.”

“What are you talking about?” Rose said, hugging Juleka. “Of course I’ll go out with you! I mean, Prince Ali is great, but you’re my everyday Prince Ali. You’re kind, caring, sweet. You’re everything I ever wanted.” The two girls looked into each other’s eyes and gave each other a kiss.

“How romantic!” Marinette said, tears welling up in her eye.

“I know someone who could learn a thing or two from Juleka” Alix said, looking at Marinette. Marinette blushed.

“Isn’t love amazing?” Adrien asked, looking on.

“I had a feeling this would all work out” Vlad said. “Oh by the way, don’t you call Marinette your ‘everyday Ladybug’?”

“What are you getting at?” Adrien asked.

“I’m just saying, if it works for Rose, maybe you should try it” Vlad said.

Adrien looked over at Marinette. “Maybe” he said.

Luka looked on as his sister was kissing the girl of her dreams. He smiled, knowing that she faced her own inner demons last night as well. They both came out the other side better.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fan fic #Marinette #Vlad #Juleka #Beyyo #Tikki #Plagg #Adrien #Rose #Anarka #Luka #Mylene #Ivan

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