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whats worse than having only like 1-5 friends?
having only that many friends and you talk to only 1 more than once every two months!
#absolute traumadump in tags!#ive never had a friend where im as important to them as they are to me#for most of my life ive had one or none friends at any given time#attaching myself desperately to anyone who could tolerate me without constant insults#my 4 (3 now i guess) friends all have people they can turn to if they lose one to three people#i have no one#ive never had anyone that was a friend that i didnt either distance myself from so i wouldnt end up over attached#or attach myself to.#my best friend all through elementary constantly let people interrupt our conversations and i was her least favourite friend#i once briefly had a mutual bestie#who then turned around and didnt let me have other friends or acquaintences at all#i still stayed by his side! for years!!!#he kept me isolated after he moved past me even.#my support system is exclusively online at this point#i regain two friends!#now they talk to eachother daily and im lucky if they message me more than three times a year#im trying#at least one of them seemed happy to see me last time i saw them#the other hasnt even paid attention to me in one on one conversations#and all i have is them and two people i met here#and im scared its my fault#am i just a bad friend?#am i just like *him?*#am i somehow worse#i miss having more than these frienfs#even if the others threatened to hit me and constantly called me selfish at least they were there sometimes#i know people get busy but.#months where they messaged others while ignoring me?#what did i do wrong? where did i fuck up? ill fix myself ill hide myself just. please talk to me. please. its so lonely out here.
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Asking the L&Ds boys "What are we?" Part 4: Sylus
Summary: MC and her boy have been in a sort of situation-ship but MC wants to know why they haven't officially called her their girlfriend
a/n: This ended up being much longer than I thought so I'm making it into 4 parts (one for each boy) Here's Sylus' part its the longest part, but also my favourite. hope you like it. also, I probably mixed up Luke and Kieran multiple times so just ignore it lol.
Genres/Warnings: lots of Luke and Kieran shenanigans, a bit of angst, fluff, kinda slow burn
Word count: 1936
Previous Parts 1 2 3
You were spending the day with Luke and Kieran, it was supposed to be with sylus but something came up. He didnât want you to waste your day off so he arranged for them to escort you around Linkon and basically do whatever you want for the whole day. While you were happy to have a chill day with your bodyguards/friends Luke and Keiran you were really looking forward to spending a whole day with Sylus. But recently lots of things have come up and he kept rescheduling all your dates. Was he trying to tell you something, is this his way of saying heâs not actually interested in you romantically but heâs too chicken to tell you? No, he wouldnât do that, Sylus is one of the most direct people you know, if he didnât like you, heâd just say so. So then why does it feel like heâs just stringing you along, when is he going to make you two official?
âMC?...MC?...â Lukeâs voice snapped you out of your train of thought.Â
âWhat? sorry I was a little spaced out.â you turn to the twins standing above you while you sit at one of the tables of the Linkon Mall foodcourt.
âI said where do you want to go for lunch? There's so many choicesâ Luke gestured to the row of different restaurants among the foodcourt.
âWe could always have the bossâs favourite, ever since you let him try your instant ramen that's all he asks the chefs to make for him when youâre away,â Kieran suggested as both boys took a seat next to you on the other side of the table. âThere's a ramen place right over thereâ
âUmm⌠Iâm not sure⌠Iâm not really hungry right nowâ You looked vacantly across the mall foodcourt starting to space out again
âThe boss said there's no limit to how much we can spend today so we donât have to eat here. Or if you canât decide on what to eat we can buy a bit of everything and you can taste them allâ Kieran suggests while taking out Sylusâ black credit card from his pocket.
âYou have to eat something, the boss doesnât want you to skip meals he told us to make sure you eat something or elseâ Luke warned in a fake threatening voice.
âWell, I guess if I have to in order to save you two from Sylusâ wrath, then I want something homemade, not this cheap generic stuff, so letâs go back to the base and see what we can cook up, what do you say?âÂ
âAnything for the Bossâs girlfriend,â Kieran said with a smile, he stood up and put out his arm for him to escort you to the car.
âHuh⌠what did you say?â You stopped reaching for Kieranâs arm at the word girlfriend.
âAnything for the bossâs âŚgirlfriendâŚ. Iâm confused, are you not his girlfriendâ Kieran looked embarrassed like he might have misread the situation.
âWell yeahâŚbut .. heâs never said it beforeâŚso I didnât think he thought of me as his girlfriend.â you stood awkwardly looking at the floor and playing with your hands.
âOf course he thinks of you that way he gets all smiley when he or anyone else mentions you. I donât think Iâve ever seen the boss smile so much before you came alongâ Luke grabbed your bags as you guys started to head to the car. âThe boss just has a hard time expressing his emotions. â he mentioned brightly
âYeah for the first year of us working for him he pretended not to remember our names cuz he didnât want to seem soft, even tho he could already tell us apart after the first day even with our masks on.â Kieran said as he looked up to the sky like he was reminiscing on the Good-old-daysÂ
âBut he always calls you his girlfriend around usâÂ
âRight, he even calls you his girlfriend in the task memos he sends usâ Luke shows you his phone with all the tasks set out by sylus. He clicks play and a voice recording of Sylus starts.Â
â1. As Iâll be away for the day take my girlfriend to the mall and get her anything she wants, to keep her happy
2. Make sure she eats something for lunch, she tends to skip meals and gets really tired halfway through the day because of it. If she doesnât eat anything, a punishment will be waiting for you upon your return.
3. Carry everything for her no matter how much she buys, rent a truck if you have to, I donât want her straining herself before tonightâs special eventâŚâ
âWaitâ you click pause on Lukeâs phone. âwhat event, he never told me about that.âÂ
âUhhâŚoopsâ Luke quickly puts away his phone âYou werenât supposed to hear that. Just pretend it didnât happenâ
Kieran slaps Lukeâs arm âYou idiot, that was supposed to be a surprise, the boss is gonna kill usâ
âJust what is he planning?â you interrogate the twins. Both of them looked at each other as they opened the car door and helped you in.
âour lips are sealed.â they both said in unison while placing their fingers in an X over their lips
You guys were now in the car on the way back to the base. Youâve fallen silent thinking about this special event. just what kind of event was this? It couldn't be something bad, right? Was he breaking up with you? Is that why he let you use his card with no limit, to give you one final good day then heâd cut you off??? You couldnât take the suspense anymore, you had to know. You took your phone out of your purse and called Sylus. Your phone was connected to the carâs speakers and Kieran saw that you were calling him and got a little nervous. Sylus picked up almost immediately.Â
âYes, Sweetie? What's wrong, are Luke and Kieran not treating You well, do you need me to get rid of them for you? Iâve been looking for some new Henchmen anywayâ He said with a chuckle
âHey, weâre right here you know?â Kieran said in a hurt voice
âI know, that's why I said itâ âSylus joked
âAnd you wouldnât get rid of us, right boss?â Luke asked, âWeâre your favourite henchmen, right?â
Sylus completely ignores Luke's question â...So why did you call sweetie? Remember when I said I was very busy today and that weâd see each other later tonight?â
You didnât want to beat around the bush so you got straight to the point.âYeah, thatâs what I wanted to ask about, what exactly is happening tonight? What's the Special event and why didnât you tell me earlier?âÂ
There was silence on the other end and then an annoyed groan. âDid you two tell her?â Sylus sounded like he was about to jump through the phone and punch both of them in the face.
âNo boss we promise all she knows is that thereâs an event tonight she doesnât know anything else,â Kieran said frantically âPlease donât get rid of usâ
Ignoring them again he sighed. âWhere are you right now babe?â
âWe were on our way to the base for lunch.â You informed him
âat least those two can do something rightâ he sighs. âOk then Iâll be waiting for you at the base and Iâll explain everything.â *Click* he hangs up
Now you were even more curious, what was sylus planning?
âDo you think the boss is really gonna get rid of us?â Luke asked you in a scared voice.
âI doubt it, you guys mess up all the time and he hasnât gotten rid of you yet, what's one more mess upâ you say in a joking tone âPlus if heâs as nice as you say he is, then you donât have anything to worry about.â
Later back at the base you all walk into the living room to see Sylus sitting on the couch reading a book. âOh, youâre back.â Sylus puts down his book and pats the space next to him for you to join him on the couch. âCome, sit. Letâs talk.â as you sit he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. He then looked up to where the twins were standing. âYou two, Iâll deal with you later. Leave us be for now.â
âYes boss.â they both say and hurriedly walk out of the room.
On the way to the base after the phone call you just couldnât stop thinking about what this event could be and mixed with your thoughts from earlier you were only coming up with every bad result it could be. All those thoughts and emotions were boiling inside and before Sylus could say anything they overflowed âWhat are we?âÂ
âHuh?â Sylus looked confused âSweetie, what do you mean?â
âWhy do you keep avoiding me and why won't you call me your girlfriend? Apparently, youâll say it in front of everyone else but me.â You moved back so you were out of his gripÂ
âThose two, Iâll fire them for sure this time,â He says under his breath.
âAnd what is this event? Why didnât you tell me about it, is it about me? Did I do something wrong?â Your voice slightly cracked on the last word and your eyes started to get misty.
âWoah, slow down, if I knew it would make you feel like this I would have explained sooner.â He pulls you close again, holds your face in his palms and wipes your tears with his thumbs âFirst, We are Sylus and MC the strongest and most feared couple in the N109 Zone.â He chuckled. âSecond, Iâm sorry that I made you feel this way. I knew you were curious but I didnât know the curiosity would get to you this much. I wasnât avoiding you, Iâve been setting up the special event that Iâll tell you more about in due time. But, as for your third questionâŚâ Sylus pulls your head in closer and places a soft kiss on your lips that nearly takes your breath away. He pulls away and looks at you with a smirk âYouâve also never called me your boyfriend so I guess weâre evenâÂ
âYeah wellâŚI didnât want to assume⌠Iâ You start to stutter both from the kiss and his accusation.
He stops you and places another kiss on your lips âI guess we both felt that wayâÂ
âSo then what about the event?â youâre now sitting closer to him his hands on your waist to keep you close.
âOh yeah, the event⌠I was gonna let you watch while I fire Luke and Kieran. I set up events every time I want to fire one of my men, why do you think I had you keep them out of the house the whole day?â He joked.
You softly slapped his chest and rolled your eyes â I know youâre joking those two might be idiots but youâd never fire them. Come on seriously what is it really?â
âOk, I'll tell you, if you can tell me something first, what day is it today? He asks, hoping youâll know the answer.
âUh, Sunday?â you say confused as to why this day of the week had any significance.
âYou canât even remember yet you want me to call you my girlfriend,â Sylus said pretending to be offended âItâs the anniversary of when a little kitten first wandered into the N109 Zone andâŚâ he pulls you into a hug â into my lifeâ
#I like to imagine that Luke and Kieran were outside the door listening in cuz they were scared Sylus was gonna actually fire them lol#love and deepspace sylus#l&ds#lnds#love and deep space#luke and kieran#love and deepspace luke and kieran#sylus#love and deepspace#cute#sylusxMC#Sylus x reader#Love and deepspace fluff#love and deepspace angst#creative writing#writing#love and deepspace headcanon#headcannons#love and deepspace scenarios
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It's a Match! || 141 x reader
[ Chapter 8 ] || [ Chapter 10 ]
Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i think Ghost always steals Soap's hygiene products bc he cannot be arsed to buy some for himself.
Chapter 9: Drinks?
The moment the helo touched down, the soldiers descended, each of them parting ways as they went about their regular business, returning their gear to the armory, debriefing, showering, eatingâŚ
Almost a whole hour after their arrival, Simon threw himself down onto his bed, his skin dewy from the shower, his hair combed to the front and dripping over his face.
He popped open the top drawer of his nightstand and fished out his phone and charger. He set the charger up and turned on the phone as it charged up.
Simon didnât often use his iPhone. Sometimes he forgot he even had it. The only times he did was to check Soapâs and Gazâs insta/snap stories (because he liked being up to date on what they were doing) and when they were all on leave and had parted ways, so he could check the groupchat.Â
Once the phone turned on, he immediately beelined for Tinder and opened the app. The app lagged a bit at first but, open loading up, he saw it.
99+ likes, 99+ messages.
The big majority of them were girls, too young for him, thirsting for him, even with his face being hidden. He always knew he could attract people, so it didnât exactly surprise him.
Rolling his eyes, he flicked his finger over the screen until he found your chat and clicked on it.
Simon: Iâm back and in one piece. Simon: I think you need to wish me luck more often.
He didnât expect you to answer him immediately, even if it was only 6 P.M. on a Tuesday and youâd likely be at home and free, considering the job you listed on your profile.
However, the Read notification popped up under his text almost immediately and your dm came right after without the app even announcing you were typing.
you: omg i was literally JUST checking to see if you had said anything you: welcome back!
The text made a smirk take over his scarred lips before he bit the bottom one and typed out a reply.
Simon: Have you been waiting to hear from me for 3 weeks? you: noooo Simon: Thatâs frankly adorable. Simon: Didnât think Iâd have gotten in your head that strongly. you: oh piss off simon. you: ur not that great. Simon: Youâre still texting me. you: sooo???? Simon: So, I canât be that terrible. Simon: Got your attention, didnât I? you: oh piss off you: ur so cocky and for what Simon: Not cocky. Just sure of myself. you: no Simon. No? you: no đ¤ Simon: Okay then. Simon: Suddenly not sure of myself because you deemed it so. Simon: Iâm very insecure now. Simon: Is that better? you: stop being such a bloody smartass đđđ Simon: Youâre breaking my heart, sweetheart. Simon: I canât take this. Simon: Going to go hug my pillow and cry some more. you: oh no you: iâm making the giant cry? đą Simon: Is that a dig at my height? you: YES Simon: My God, Iâm going to cry even more. Simon: Iâm being bullied. you: good!!! đ¤ Simon: Iâm making you pay for my therapy. you: pay for it yourself!!!! đ Simon: How about I pay for dinner for the two of us one of these days instead?
You didnât answer immediately after that. You always did that whenever he flirted with you and spoke about taking you out.
Simon had a shit-eating grin on his face, imagining that you were all annoyed at him behind the screen. He was right in guessing you were shy about going out, he assumed.
you: no. you: but you can buy me a drink tonight.
His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised just a bit.
Simon: Itâs a Tuesday night, are you sure? Simon: You know going out for drinks on a Tuesday is usually a sign of alcoholism? you: ur backing out now? you: wheres all that bravado of yours? Simon: Oh no, sweetheart. Iâm not backing out, Iâm asking if youâre sure. you: if i wasnt i wouldnt have invited you. Simon: Fair enough. Simon: Where? you: the same pub i met up with john at maybe? Simon: Rog. Simon: 30 minutes. you: i need longer to get ready. Simon: Thatâs fine. Iâll still be there in 30. you: are you going to be wearing the mask? Simon: đ¤ˇââď¸ you: SIMON you: YOU CANâT BE PULLING OUT THE EMOJIS LIKE THIS you: YOU STARTLE ME EVERY TIME. Simon: Good. Simon: See you soon.
Setting the phone down on the mattress, Simon got up from bed and took off his towel, tossing it over the back of his desk chair before opening the top drawer of his tall dresser, grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs and putting them on.
Then, he rummaged through the other drawers looking for his one âgoing out shirtââ˘ď¸ (which was actually a black long-sleeve compression shirt) which he put on along with a pair of dark jeans. It was a simple outfit.Â
Then he slipped on some black boots. He threw on a leather jacket over that and tucked a black neck gaiter into the neckline of the t-shirt, hiking it up to cover his mouth and nose.
Barely a minute later, he was making his way into Soapâs room and across the small space that separated him from the bathroom.Â
âGoing somewhere, L.T.?â Soap probed from his spot at his desk, eyebrows raised and his eyes locked on the older manâs with intrigue. He rarely saw Ghost in civvies and even more rarely did he see him without a hoodie.
Unlike Ghost, Soap had made his officerâs quarters into his own living space, having brought in a gaming computer and chair, a small beanbag, and had plenty of knick-knacks around.
âGoing out.â Ghost said simply as he grabbed Soapâs hair gel and squirted a glob of it into his hand before lathering them and using them to run through his blond locks which were exposed without the hoodie or signature balaclava.
âOut? On a date?â Soap asked Ghost as he quickly jogged up to the bathroom door, watching as Ghost fiddled with his hair.
âNo. Just drinks.â Ghost replied as he tugged a bit as his hair to make it stand up straight.Â
âIs this someone you found on TinderâŚ?â Soap probed as he leaned his shoulder on the bathroom door, a boyish grin on his lips.
Ghost looked over at Soap out of the corner of his eye as he finished fiddling with his hair and rinsed his hands under ice cold water in the sink.
Soap took Ghostâs silence as an affirmative response. âProâlly a shag too, hm?â He joked, earning him another glance out of the corner of his eye. âBloody hell, L.T. tell me all about it later, yea?â He laughed.
âFuck no.â Ghost added as he grabbed one of Soapâs cologne bottles and raised it up for a sniff before scowling at the scent and setting it down again.
âAw, câmon L.T.!â He pleaded.Â
âGet your own date, MacTavish.â Then, he just made his way right out the door, forcing Soap to move out of the way, looking a bit like a wounded puppy.Â
âIâm not getting anything interesting on there!â Soap lamented with a sigh.
âNo? Well, Iâm sorry for you, then, Johnny.â Ghost quipped as he opened the door again and stepped out into the hall, leaving Soap behind.
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Part 7: In All My Victories
Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11
Somebody said you got a new friend (But does she love you better than I can?)
(In which a writer in an EST timezone uses the PST timezone to announce that technically she's still meeting the deadline)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst, Fluff, Jealousy
Words: 6.5K
TW: Swearing, Toxic Relationships
A/N: Hello my lovelies! Listen it's past midnight here but it's only around 9 pm in California which is where most of this fic is set so TECHNICALLY I am still meeting my deadline. This chapter is kind of a filler (and I guess that's why I don't love it) because it was gonna be about ~3K longer with another scene but it was either a longer chapter or a Monday chapter and I feel like y'all would prefer a Monday chapter. I have not edited this yet because I simply just don't have the energy to so pretty please point out my errors as you read so I can use them when I edit some time tomorrow. There's probably other stuff I need to say but I'm feeling oddly delirious right now so I'll just end with the usual. Let me know what you liked, what you disliked and what you'd like to see next. Have a lovely rest of your week my loves <3
March 2033
Paige wakes up to a stream of sunlight tapping at her eyelids and someoneâs soft breath tickling against her nose. She can feel a tiny hand pressed against her chest -right above her heart- and the weight of another personâs fingers intertwined against her own. The room is silent with the exception of the clock ticking on the wall and the perfectly harmonized breathing of the other people in the room. Stephie and Azzi. And Paige is scared to open her eyes, scared to move even an inch, scared that if she does either of those things, her dreamlike reality will prove to be nothing but a hopeless mirage.Â
It had taken Paige a moment last night to really register what was happening around her. Dazedly, she had followed Azzi up the stairs into the guest room. Sheâd watched, albeit unhelpfully, as Azzi had searched out extra pillows, setting up the queen-sized bed so it could fit three people instead of itâs regular duo. It hadnât sunk in even as Paige had slowly gotten herself ready for bed, finding herself in one of Azziâs old oversized t-shirts suddenly overwhelmed with how much sheâd missed falling asleep embraced in the scent of the younger womanâs favorite lavender and eucalyptus deodorant. Even as sheâd made her way back from the bathroom and found Stephie beaming at her from where she was curled into Azziâs side on bed, Paige still felt like she was simply just watching everything from a facetime call, like she had been while back in Dallas. It wasnât until Stephieâs bedtime story was finished and the lights were turned off, when Azziâs hand finally captured hers underneath the comforter and squeezed gently, that it finally clicked for Paige.Â
Azzi had asked her to stay over.
Azzi had promised she wouldnât run away.Â
And as Paige finally lets eyes flutter open, blinking to adjust to the light, she breathes out a sigh of relief at the sight of a promise kept.Â
Propping herself onto her elbow, she lets herself take in the view of the two people still sound asleep next to her. Paige isnât a morning person by any means -rarely is she the first person to wake up- but she thinks if this was what she could open her eyes to every time, getting up could become her favorite part of the day.Â
Itâs uncanny how similar Azzi and Stephie are while sleeping. The little girlâs grip on Paigeâs shirt is almost as strong as the tight hold her mother has on Paigeâs hand. Itâs like theyâre trying to reel Paige into their world and keep her there forever, like even if she let go, they wouldnât let her. Thereâs an air of contentedness on Azziâs face as she snuggles closer to her daughter and Stephie has a soft smile at being cocooned in the protection of her motherâs arms. And Paigeâs whole body aches a little bit because this bed theyâre on is definitely not made for three people, but itâs nothing in comparison to the way her heart feels like it might burst from this feeling of and maybe this is how i become whole again.Â
She presses a kiss against Stephieâs forehead and rubs her thumb against the back of Azziâs hand before carefully detaching herself from the duo and slipping out of bed. The whole house is still clearly asleep as Paige lethargically brushes and then begins to make her way down the stairs. Her eyes gloss over the pictures placed across the stairwell until they fixate on one that has her in it. Itâs an image taken after one of many water fights theyâd had at the Fudd household during a hot summer day. Life had been so simple back then when it was water and not bullets that they shot at each other.Â
Five drenched children are beaming at the camera. Jon and JosĂŠ are posed in some ridiculous stance, their water guns pointed at the camera. Paige, par for the course, is flexing, a far too cocky smirk dancing on her lips because sheâd probably won the game (even if nobody else agreed). And then thereâs Drew and Azzi. Thereâs a familiar pang in Paigeâs chest as she brushes her fingers over her little brotherâs exuberant smile. Heâs latched onto the brunetteâs back, a blue water balloon in his hand, as Azzi uses one hand on his hip to keep Drew in place and uses her other one to hold a pink water balloon of her own. The Fudds -Azzi- had been as big of a constant in Drewâs life as they had been in Paigeâs and she wonders now, as she thinks back to her little brotherâs irritation with her joining the Valkyries, if heâd ever forgive her and Azzi for taking that away from him.Â
âOh hey good morning,â Tallulah says as Paige lets herself into the kitchen, blanching slightly at the sight of the other woman.Â
âGood morning,â Paige greets, pouring herself a glass of water as she takes a seat at the island, âguessing youâre making pancakes?â
Tallulah nods with a grin, âStephieâs orders you know.â
âAh of course,â Paige laughs, âcanât defy the queen.â
She watches as Tallulah prances around the hardwood floor, grabbing bowls and ingredients, like itâs her kitchen and Paige canât help the twinge of envy that blooms in her bloodstream. It used to be her. She used to know the Fuddâs kitchen -the whole house- like the back of her hand because really, like Katie always said, it was her home too. But she doesnât quite know this place, couldnât tell you where to find the sugar or where the utensils were kept and that stings more than sheâd expected. It spirals Paige into the thought that she wouldnât know any of those things at Azziâs own house either. And suddenly sheâs struck by the reminder that two people whoâd once promised to build a world together, had spent the last couple of years, building two separate ones instead.Â
âHey,â Tallulah breaks Paige out of her trance, âyou good.â
Paige musters up a smile, âyeah- yeah of course. Just- just thinking a lotta things I guess.â
âTheyâve all missed you, you know,â Tallulah says softly, âthey try not to do it too much around Azzi but itâs always âoh Paige wouldâve loved thisâ or âdid you catch that bucket Paige made last nightâ. And whenever the Wings were playing here, it was a no-brainer that they would go.â
âYeah?â tears prickle against the blondeâs waterline.Â
âYeah,â Tallulah confirms, âTim lowkey lost his mind before you got here last night. Poor man was running all over the place making sure things were good. Katie thought it was pretty hilarious.â
Paige lets out a watery laugh, âthat sounds like them-â
âMiss Buecks,â a tiny voice interrupts her before she can say anything and Paige whirls around to see a teary-eyed Stephie looking at her from the last step of the staircase, her bottom lip trembling and panic courses into Paigeâs bloodstream
âStephie,â she practically trips over herself as she rushes to fold the little girl into her arms, âsweetheart whatâs wrong?â
Stephie nestles herself into the blondeâs neck, mumbling something incoherent as she holds Paige impossibly tight.Â
âStephie,â Paige whispers frantically, concern dripping from her voice, âtell Miss Buecks whatâs wrong please. I canât fix it if you donât tell me sweetheart.â
âThought you left,â Stephie confesses finally, keeping her head burrowed against Paigeâs shoulder, âyou werenât next to me when I woke up. Got scared.â
âOh honey,â Paige whispers, as she gently coaxes the little girlâs head out from the crook of her neck so she can cup her face, âIâm right here. I wouldnât leave without saying goodbye.â
Stephieâs quiet for a second, hiccoughing to herself as she searches for something on Paigeâs face before she holds out a pinky, âpromise youâll never leave?âÂ
Paige hesitates, the words sitting heavy on the tip of her tongue. Itâs not that she doesnât want to but Paige has learned first-hand about the fragility of the future, about how true the clichĂŠ about time changing in the blink of an eye can be. Because the truth is that itâs not just Azzi whoâs scared. Paige is terrified. Sheâd drowned in this ocean once before and as she tries to swim in it again, she canât quite find it in herself to shed her life-jacket by making an oath that she canât guarantee to protect from the dangerous tides of circumstance.
And so she hopes itâs enough for Stephie as she caresses the little girlâs cheeks and says, âI promise Iâll try to stay.â
âOkay,â Stephie says softly and Paige lets out a sigh of relief, âI trust you Miss Buecks.â
Paige smiles, giving the little girl a kiss on the cheek before hoisting her up onto her lap, âdid you wake your Mama up?â
âNo. Sheâs still snoring,â Stephie giggles.Â
Paige laughs, tucking that little tidbit away to tease Azzi with later, âhow about you and I go get your Mama her favorite coffee?â
âOh thatâs nice,â Tallulah chirps from where sheâs still standing in the kitchen, âgo get coffee of course. Why would anyone stay here and help me?â
âGo ask uncle JosĂŠ,â Stephie shoots the younger woman an unamused look, âisnât that what husbands are for?â
Paige stifles a grin as Tallulah narrows her eyes, waving her whisk menacingly at Stephie, âheâs not my husband yet and you watch it missy or maybe I wonât let you be a flower girl at the wedding.â
âYour wedding would be boring without me,â Stephie scoffs, âbesides Aunty Tully, weâll get you a drink too. Uncle JosĂŠ always says you drink vod-ka, too much of it app-ently, but I donât know what that is,â she turns to Paige whoâs gone bright red in attempt to stop herself from keeling over with laughter, âcan we get vod-ka for Aunty Tully?â
Paige tries her best to compose herself, âmaybe weâll just get her a latte and save the vodka for later huh Tulls?â
Tallulah glares at her, flipping her off when Stephieâs gaze shifts towards the door, âjust go get the coffee Bueckers.â
***
Not that she didnât know it before, but Paige quickly realizes just how similar Stephie is to her mother while theyâre standing in front of the bakery portion of the coffeeshop and itâs been ten minutes and Stephie still hasnât decided which sweet treat sheâd like.Â
 âStephie sweetheart,â Paige says, only slightly impatient, âhow about the double fudge brownie?â
âThat sounds good,â Stephie says excitedly and then her eyes dart towards the cinnamon bun in the corner, âor maybe the ninnamon bun- no wait- Aunty Tullyâs gonna put ninnamon in the pancakes so maybe something else. Ooooh maybe a cookie but which one?â
Paige groans to herself as Stephie busies herself looking at the assortment of freshly baked cookies. The old woman over the counter, wearing a name tag saying Ruthie, shares a commiserating smile with her.Â
âMy daughter was like that too at that age. Couldnât make a decision to save her life,â Ruthie says, a fond look in her eyes while talking about her child.Â
Paige smiles, âdid she ever grow out of it?â
âWell considering we went out to dinner last night and she couldnât pick between the pepperoni and the sausage, I donât think they really grow out of it,â Ruthie winks and Paige canât help but think about Azzi and the way sheâd struggled to pick out what to wear to bed last night, staring helplessly between two shirts that practically looked the same.Â
âOh I know that look,â Ruthie says, eyes twinkling at the hopeless smile on Paigeâs face, as she tilts her head towards Stephie, âyouâre thinking about her mother huh?â
âThat obvious?â Paige blushes.Â
Ruthie shrugs, âwhat is love if it canât be seen by everyone?â
Love. The word seeps into Paigeâs veins, traveling up her bloodstreams until it claws its way into her heart, settling against her ribcage like a rock so that when she breathes, itâs all she can feel. Itâs too soon, she knows, and it defeats the purpose of going slow except- itâs not soon at all. Because this isnât a new feeling, itâs a far too familiar old one that sheâd buried as deep within her as possible but is now yearning to get out. It had never gone away, simply lingered in the back of her mind just waiting for this moment. And if sheâs honest with herself, Paige doesnât know if she should fight against it or let herself ride the waves of the before that are desperate to crash against the shore of now.Â
âMiss Buecks,â Stephie whines, âcome help me choose.â
Shooting Ruthie an apologetic look and ignoring the pit in her stomach at the elder womanâs words, Paige walks over and bends down to the little girlâs height, âhow about a chocolate chip cookie?â
âBoooooring,â Stephie crinkles her nose.Â
âPeanut butter?â
âIâm âlergic to nuts Miss Buecks,â Stephie says matter-of-factly and Paige pencils that important fact into her mindâs ever growing list of all about Stephie.
âSalted caramel crunch?âÂ
âThat sounds good,â Stephie nods, âyeah Iâll get that,â she says as she turns to Ruthie, âcould I get a salted car-mel crunch cookie please?â but Paige doesnât miss the wistful look she sends towards the rest of the cookies.Â
âStephie?â
âYes?â
âDo you want me to get you one of each?â
And sheâs absolutely going to get a disapproving glare from Azzi when she shows back up at the Fuddâs with almost a dozen cookies in hand but itâs worth it for the way Stephie immediately latches onto her thigh, a dazzling smile lighting up her whole face.Â
âYouâre best-est-est-est Miss Buecks,â Stephie squeals, staring up at Paige with delight.Â
âI know,â Paige smirks, âand you better protect me from your Mama when we get back.â
Stephie nods very seriously, âof course Miss Buecks. Iâll protect you with my life.â
Paige ruffles the younger girl's hair before turning to Ruthie whoâs grinning at her, âone of every flavor of cookie you have please. Except anything that has nuts.â
âComing right up,â Ruthie winks at Paige, âyour daughter has you wrapped around her little finger huh?â
And maybe Paige should at least attempt to correct the misconception but as Stephie clings to her just a little bit tighter, she canât find it in herself to say anything but, âyeah, yeah she does.â
***
âNext time you kidnap my daughter, can you at least send me a text?â Azzi says, a grin on her lips as she opens the door to let Paige and Stephie enter back into the Fudd household.Â
âGood morning Mama,â Stephie says happily, launching herself into her motherâs arms and placing a sloppy kiss against her cheek.Â
âMorning sunshine,â Azzi laughs, âyou seem giddy this morning.â
âMiss Buecks bought me six-teen cookies and she let me eat two of them while we were dri-â Stephie pauses mid ramble, eyes widening as she dramatically slaps a hand over her mouth.Â
Paige groans as a glare overtakes Azziâs previously smiling features, âSteph what happened to protecting me?â
âIt was an aksy-dent Miss Buecks Iâm sorry,â Stephie whimpers, hurriedly cupping her motherâs face, âplease donât be angry at Miss Buecks, Mama. It was my idea.â
Azzi rolls her eyes, âI bet it was. But if you already had two cookies, you must be full? I guess that means no pancakes for you-â
âMiss Buecks forced me to eat the cookies,â Stephie cuts her off and Paige gasps at the betrayal, ânot full at all Mama because you canât get full unless you like what you eat and I didnât like those cookies at all. So I neeeeeeed pancakes.â
âTraitor,â Paige hisses at the little girl who shrugs sheepishly.Â
Stephie shoots her an apologetic smile as Azzi hides a grin against her daughterâs hair, âIâm sorry Miss Buecks but I really, really want pancakes. Iâll die if I donât get pancakes.â
âOkay drama queen,â Azzi chides fondly as she puts Stephie back on the ground, âgo get your pancakes,â and then she rounds onto Paige with a patented glare.Â
âI got you an iced vanilla latte with extra whipped cream,â Paige says before the younger woman can say anything, practically shoving the cold drink into her hand.Â
âSixteen cookies? Paige seriously?â Azzi asks, eyebrows raised as she sips at her coffee.Â
âYou didnât see her Az,â Paige defends, âshe looked so sad when she couldnât decide.â
âJust because she looks sad doesnât mean you buy her every single cookie to make her happy,â Azzi shakes her head exasperatedly.Â
âIâd buy her the whole shop if thatâs what would make her happy,â Paige says, sincerity weaved throughout every word of the sentence.Â
âYou would, wouldnât you?â Azzi says softly, a hint of awe in her voice, âyouâre kind of a sap Paige Bueckers.â
âOnly for you and your daughter Azzi Fudd,â Paige whispers, leaning her head against the younger womanâs temple, âonly for the two of you.â
They stand there like that, barely touching beyond their foreheads, yet basking in a certain kind of intimacy that theyâve only ever found with each other. The thing is, Paigeâs senses are always heightened, every part of her always alert of whatâs going around her. Except when sheâs with Azzi. When sheâs with Azzi she can let the noise fade to the background and let everything else become a blur and simply just be with Azzi. When sheâs with Azzi, she doesnât have to worry; doesnât have to have her sword out ready for battle because she knows the younger girl will always be her shield. When sheâs with Azzi, Paige is safe.Â
Theyâre shaken from their reverie by a cough in the background and Paige reluctantly looks over her shoulder to see Jana regarding them with an amused look.Â
âGuess I missed a couple of chapters?âÂ
âShut up,â Paige grinds out, annoyed as Azzi moves out of her space, âwhat are you doing here so early El-Alfy?â
âIâm here for breakfast because Iâm basically an honorary Fudd,â Jana throws her head back before yelling, âRIGHT KATIE?â
âRight Jana,â comes the muffled confirmation from the kitchen as Jana smirks at Paige.Â
âThe better question Bueckers,â the Egyptian prods with a smirk, âis what are you doing here so early?â
âI slept ov-â Paige bites her tongue but itâs too late as Janaâs grin gets wider and next to her, Azzi lets her head drop into her hands.Â
âYou slept over? In which room?â Jana asks innocently.Â
And of course Stephie chooses exactly that moment to catch wind of the conversation, yelling from the kitchen, âshe slept with me and Mama, Aunty J.â
âThank you for telling me Stephie,â Janaâs eyes twinkle with mirth as she pulls out her phone, âoh Iâm about to make some money- hey!â
Azzi snatches the phone out of her younger teammateâs hand, a sweet smile playing on her lips as she starts walking towards the kitchen, âno phones at breakfast thank you!â
âThatâs not fair,â Jana whines sauntering after the GSV shooting guard, Paige snickering as she follows the two of them into the kitchen.Â
âLifeâs not fair. Deal with it,â Azzi glares before slipping Janaâs phone into her own pocket, âyou can have it back before you leave.â
âYâall are so mean,â Jana sulks, pouting harder when she reaches out to grab a pancake and immediately has her hand whacked by Tim.
âThat oneâs for Paige,â the older man warns sternly and Paige sticks her tongue out at her teammate as she grabs the pancake onto her place.Â
âWHAT?â Jana guffaws, âwhatâs so special about it?â
Tim shrugs, âabsolutely nothing. Just thought it would be funny to see you annoyed.â
âYâall are the worst adoptive family a player could have you know that?â Jana scolds, pressing her fists to her cheeks like sheâs barely older than Stephie, âand to think I was gonna invite the two of you,â she glares at Paige and Azzi, âto a party.â
âParty? Can I come?â Stephie asks excitedly.Â
âUnfortunately this oneâs just for adults kiddo. And itâs not really a party,â Jana explains, âme and Joyce thought it would be nice to do a little team-bonding, especially for you P. Drinks at the bar next weekend?â
âSounds good,â Paige confirms, âweâll be there!â
âOh itâs âweâ now is it?â Jana teases, âyou guys gonna come together?â
âNo,â Azzi says at the same time as a profound âyesâ leaves Paigeâs mouth. The two of them stare at each other with questioning looks and Paige feels a heavy pit settling in her stomach. Rationally, she knows Azziâs probably right. No part of going slow includes going to a party with their teammates together, especially not when theyâre trying to keep whatever it is theyâre doing on the down low. But thereâs something about being a secret again, that raises a bitter taste of what killed us then could kill us now in her mouth.Â
âAwkward,â Jon whistles slowly, only to be met with a simultaneous slap on the back of his head from both his mother and Tallulah.Â
âI mean- I would have to drop Stephie off here- or umm- at Colleen's so like- logically- practically- uh- it um- it wouldnât make sense for us to go together,â Azzi says and Paige has to refrain herself from calling it a bullshit explanation.Â
Instead she gives the younger girl a tight-lipped nod, âright yeah-wouldnât make sense for us to go together. Obviously,â gritting her teeth and desperate to change the topic, she turns to Jana, âwill the whole team be there?â
âA couple of them arenât currently in the Bay but yeah most of them,â Jana shrugs.Â
âOh,â Stephie claps excitedly, âwill Aunty ChĂŠrie be there? Is she back yet?â
Paige narrows her eyes as both Jana and Azzi exchange looks, âwhoâs Aunty ChĂŠrie?â
âAunty ChĂŠrieâs the best,â Stephie gushes, âsheâs really nice and pretty and she calls me âmon chĂŠrieâ,â the little girl does her best attempt at a vaguely french accent and realization starts to claw at Paigeâs mind, âso I call her Aunty ChĂŠrie. Sheâs Mamaâs best friend on the team.â
Paige tries and fails not to grimace at the sentence; the idea of anyone else being Azziâs best friend feels like nails being screwed into her skin.Â
âIâm your Mamaâs best friend on the team,â Jana butts in, trying to rescue Azzi from the hole her daughterâs about to dig her into, glancing worriedly between the two former huskies who are doing their best not to look at each other.Â
âIf you say so Aunty J,â Stephie concedes, âbut you didnât answer my question. Is Aunty ChĂŠrie back?â
âYeah she- um ClĂŠmence I mean- is coming back for a little bit next week so um-â Jana swallows, clearly not having thought the uncomfortableness of the situation through, âyeah sheâll uh- sheâll probably be there.â
Stephie lets out a whoop of excitement and Paige feels it burn a hole in her stomach. She knows she has no right to be upset at the idea of Stephie being as enamored by another one of Azziâs teammates but something about it makes her feel queasy inside. Because ClĂŠmence Martens isnât just a teammate. Paige doesnât know the exact history there; sheâd never had the right to ask about it but sheâs seen the way ClĂŠmence looks at Azzi and she knows she doesnât like it one bit.
âI thought ClĂŠmence was being traded to Atlanta?â Paige keeps her voice low as she leans into Jana. Sheâs not sure if Stephie knows the news yet and despite the jealousy thatâs blooming in every crevice of her body, she doesnât want to hurt the little girl by accidentally announcing it to her, âwhyâs she coming?â
Jana sighs, âJoyce invited her cause she was gonna be in town. You know they donât know about-â the taller woman gestures between Paige and Azzi, â-all of this so. Itâs just for one night Paige.â
âRight,â Paige nods, eyes locking with Azziâs across the table as the younger woman fidgets with the âSâ necklace around her neck and shoots Paige a timid attempt at a reassuring smile, âjust one night.â
***
August 2028
USA 68 Â Â Â Â France 64
The entire arena is abuzz for the final 20 seconds of a grueling semi-final match between the storied USA Womenâs Basketball team trying to keep their dynasty alive and a vindictive French team eager to avenge their last heartbreaking Olympic loss. France has possession of the ball, shot clock turned off, and Paige has been tasked with guarding ClĂŠmence Martens. The woman in front of her, a bench player for the Golden State Valkyries, had never seemed like much of a threat to Paige when theyâd met during the W season, but seemed to have become a whole other beast when representing her nation. ClĂŠmence is currently leading the French team in assists and is only behind Gabby William in points. Paige keeps herself glued to the woman as she tries to get herself free for the inbound.Â
The inbounder realizes after a couple of seconds that the French coachâs advice to get ClĂŠmence the ball wouldnât be possible and instead the ball ends up in the hands of Iliana Rupert instead. As gameplay resumes, Paige does exactly as sheâs supposed to and she can tell that sheâs getting under the French womanâs skin as ClĂŠmence curses to herself in her native language. Paige bites back a smirk, secretly pleased at having riled her competitor up. The ball continues to pass around the French players, time ticking away, but the USAâs defense doesnât allow a good shot until Gabby throws up a miraculous jumper with a second left on the shot clock.Â
And of course, in a way thatâs perhaps too reminiscent of how France had lost in 2024, it goes in.Â
But itâs not enough and Paige feels blood rush to her ears as the entire arena, decked out in red white and blue, roars with triumph, celebrating the world's greatest team returning back to the finals stage. Thereâs still one more game but this win is special. Theyâd been down by 11 points at the half and Paige could almost picture the headlines ready to write themselves about the streaks that could be broken if they lost. But she was no stranger to the pressure that came from playing for a team with a deep history and it had been her and Stewie, partially motivated by their former college head coach frowning at them from the sidelines, that had spear-headed a 23-3 run at the beginning of the 3rd quarter. The USA womenâs team hadnât looked back since and now they were one more step away being golden again.Â
âYou did it,â Olivia screams, running into Paigeâs arms as friends and family start to gather on the court, âIâm so proud of you!â
âThanks Olivia-â Paige is about to say more when the familiar back of someoneâs head catches her attention and, like they always seem to when sheâs around, all the words die on the tip of her tongue.Â
Azzi.Â
Paige couldâve sworn sheâd seen the woman in the crowd at some point but sheâd chalked it up to a trick of the light manipulating her eyes into seeing what her heart desperately wanted. But as she watches the woman sheâd once imagined celebrating all of her victories with, slowly brush away the tears of someone elseâs loss, Paige canât help but wish that it had been a trick of the light after all. She feels suffocated and she canât tell if itâs from how tight Oliviaâs holding her or if itâs because ClĂŠmence is burying her head into the space between Azziâs neck and shoulder, a space that Paige used to mark as hers. And then Azzi looks above ClĂŠmenceâs shoulder. Dark brown eyes shimmer with unshed tears as they lock onto watery sky blue ones. Theyâre standing in other peopleâs arms and they really should look away but how can they when looking into each otherâs eyes feels a little bit like finally coming up for air. And Paige realizes that what sheâs really being suffocated by is the regret of youâre supposed to be holding me and iâm supposed to be holding you; it was meant to be us.Â
Azzi lets go of ClĂŠmence first, soothingly rubbing the francophoneâs back as she makes her way over to congratulate the USA team, starting with Cam and Aliyah. Paige pulls away from Olivia, oblivious to the way annoyance flits across her wifeâs features as she catches sight of Azzi. No one but the blonde notices how hesitant Azziâs steps are, how she carefully pauses a little longer than necessary with everyone else until she finally reaches Paige, managing to give her a small but sincere smile. Olivia wraps a possessive hand around Paigeâs bicep and the blonde fights the urge to shake it off when she notices Azziâs eyes flickering to it for a brief second before coming back up to her face.Â
âCongratulations Paige,â the formality in Azziâs voice feels like acid pelting against Paigeâs skin, âyou were really good tonight.â
âThank you,â Paige smiles politely, âit was pretty stressful there for a second but Iâm glad we got the dub. But it um-â she hesitates, unsure if she should say the next part, âit wouldâve been nice if you were out there with me- with us I mean. We couldâve used your shooting.â
âMaybe next time,â Azzi gives her a half-grin.Â
âOh I donât know about that,â Olivia says airily, sharp nails digging a little too roughly into Paigeâs skin as her grip tightens further, âthereâs plenty of talent up and coming in the next 4 years.â
This is a side of Olivia that Paige is only just beginning to unveil, the side of Olivia that makes snide bitchy comments with a saccharine voice. And Paige really should let it go at this moment, make a mental note to speak with her wife about it later instead of jumping in. But she can see the insecurities brimming in Azziâs eyes and the words tumble out before Paige can stop them.Â
âYeah but no one better than Azzi.â
Olivia stiffens, âright unless sheâs injured or pregnant or something. Youâre prone to those right?â
âOlivia,â Paige hisses.Â
âI didnât mean it offensively,â Olivia feigns innocence and a bitter mix of irritation and anger coils itself around Paigeâs ribcage, âjust something to think about.â
Azziâs quiet for a second before a sugary smile, laced with poison, inches itself onto her face, âIâve only been pregnant once and I havenât been injured since college which I would expect someone in sports media to know but,â the brunetteâs eyes flash dangerously, âI suppose thatâs something someone with national media credentials would know, not just a mere local beat writer for Dallasâs fifth most read newspaper,â Azzi turns to Paige, sarcasm morphing into something far more genuine, âcongratulations again. Iâm really happy for you Paige.â
***
The Reynolds-Bueckers hotel room is a pathetic hot mess that night. Oliviaâs livid at Paige and Paige is livid at the stupid #ClĂŠzzi tag on tiktok. Sheâs no stranger to fan edits and sheâs definitely no stranger to ship edits and so when the first tiktok appears on her for you page, she knows better than to click on it. She knows better but she does it anyway. And suddenly she finds herself sucked into montage after montage of so-called moments between ClĂŠmence and Azzi that fans had noticed and documented. The clips are bad enough themselves but itâs the captions, bold declarations of look at the way she looks at her; no one can love azzi the way clĂŠmence loves her, that really piss her off. ClĂŠmence might look at Azzi like sheâs made of stars but Paige knows that she looks at Azzi like she is the moon, Paigeâs moon. As Oliviaâs anger bounces off the walls, her rant about disrespect starts to mesh with the audio of the edits that continue to play on the blondeâs phone and Paige wonders if this her God-designed personal hell.Â
âAre you even fucking listening to me Paige?â Olivia yells, forcing Paige to look up at her wife.Â
âWhat do you want me to say Olivia?â Paige asks tiredly.Â
âWhat do I want you to say? Well nothing now Paige. She said all of that shit to me and you were silent then so Iâm not expecting you to say anything of meaning now either.â
âYouâre the one who poked her first-â
âJesus fucking christ,â Olivia laughs maniacally, âyouâre really gonna do this?â
âIâm not doing anything,â Paige protests.Â
âYouâre defending her,â Olivia yells, âyouâre my wife and youâre defending her. Youâre defending your ex. Can you seriously not see whatâs wrong with this picture.â
âOlivia,â Paige sighs, eyes gazing down at her phone where another fuckass ClĂŠzzi edit has started to play and she rapidly scrolls past it, âitâs been a long day and I just wanna go to bed. I have practice tomorrow and the gold medal game-â
âRight fucking basketball. Again,â Olivia rolls her eyes.Â
âWhat-â
âItâs fine,â Olivia pinches the bridge of her nose, the fight draining from her voice, âyouâre right go to bed. Iâm not- Iâm not feeling great so Iâll sleep out here tonight. Wouldnât- wouldnât want you to get sick before the gold medal game.â
âOlivia,â Paige says half-heartedly, taking a timid step towards the woman in front of her.
âItâs fine,â Olivia says, âjust- just go to bed Paige.â
Paige knows that the last thing she should do is actually listen to her wife. And she knows that if it was Azzi -she hates herself for even thinking this way- she wouldnât walk away. If it was Azzi, Paige wouldâve pulled her into her arms, held her there and made her talk because they both hated going to bed angry. But well if it was Azzi, this whole situation wouldnât exist in the first place.Â
And so she ends up in bed alone, still scrolling through random tiktoks in an effort to not have to deal with all the voices in her head, until suddenly she stumbles on a video captioned and at the end of the day sheâll still always be looking at her. Itâs a video taken today. Paige is holding Olivia and Azziâs holding ClĂŠmence but theyâre staring at each other. And Paige thinks that whoever wrote the caption, had probably gotten it right. At the end of day, sheâll always look for Azzi. She just doesnât know if sheâll find her ever again.Â
***
USA 102 Â Â Â Â Australia 73Â
Paige can already taste the feeling of a gold medal around her neck as she takes a seat, the crowd roaring with applause as Coach Lawson empties her bench. Thereâs only fifteen seconds left in the game and her knees are bouncing in anticipation, ready to celebrate a moment sheâs been dreaming of for god knows how long. Paige scans the crowd, not even pretending to look for anyone but Azzi and she canât help the smile that erupts on her face when she spots the brunette with her fingers crossed, a brilliant grin directed in Paigeâs direction as she mouths iâm so proud of you.Â
Olivia isnât here, claiming she was too sick to come tonight. Paige thinks she probably should be more upset about that. She thinks the whole thing is probably a ruse that Olivia had concocted to get Paige to beg her to come, to get Paige to show her that she wanted her wife there. The other woman's face had fallen when Paige hadnât really reacted to the announcement, simply pressed her lips to her forehead and mumbled a feeble hope you feel better before leaving. Paige thinks this is probably the first sign they're falling apart. She thinks she should probably care about that a little bit more too.Â
But the first thing her eyes had landed on once sheâd entered the court, was Azziâs face in the lower bowl and everything else had ceased to exist. Her first petty thought had been a ha! fuck you to the damned ClĂŠzzi shippers who claimed Azzi wouldnât show up today, too busy consoling ClĂŠmence. They didn't know Azzi was all-american. Her second thought, the one that felt like a warm blanket being wrapped around her soul, was that of course Azziâs here. Because Azzi had been there every time Paige achieved a milestone and even if they were barely a shadow of what they used to be, it's only right that Azzi is still here.Â
Australia doesnât even bother taking a shot, bowing out gracefully and the buzzer rings.Â
The entire arena bursts into confetti and music as the USA Womenâs Basketball Team clinches yet another Olympic Gold Medal.Â
Paige doesnât know who sheâs hugging, lost in a sea of red uniforms as she feels herself floating through her teammates. They end up in a huddle, screaming and she can barely make out whoâs saying what but it doesnât matter. The chaos has never felt so fucking cathartic.
As everyone else disperses to find their families, Paigeâs eyes land where they always seem to: on Azzi. And maybe she shouldnât do it, maybe she should think again but fuck it Paige Bueckers is an olympic gold medalist and sheâs going to share this moment with the first person sheâd ever won a medal for this country with. Her legs move of their own accord, walking and then running and she breathes out a sigh of relief when she realizes that Azziâs moving towards her too.Â
âYou did it. Oh my god Paige you did it,â Azzi squeals as they crash into each other in the middle of the court, her arms instinctively going around Paigeâs neck as the blonds wraps her hands around Azziâs waist, âIâm so fucking proud of you. I knew you could do it Paige.â
âIâm so glad youâre here,â Paige breathes out, âI just- it wouldnât be the same winning without you.â
Azziâs eyes soften, âI came for you. I donât know if Iâm allowed to say that but- Iâm here for you.â
âGood don't want you to be here for anybody else,â Paige tightens her hold on the younger womanâs waist, âweâre gonna do it together next time okay. You and me, weâre gonna be golden together.â
And they both know that theyâre saying words they shouldnât say. That when they break apart from this moment, theyâll have to walk away. But for now, being in each otherâs arms is the only thing that feels right, that feels golden.
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Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)
Summary: Captain Rogers thinks you curse far too much at work so he came up with a way for each word to cost you fifty cents no matter where you are in the Tower. You are desperate for it to stop and go to Loki to see if he has a spell or trick that can help you outsmart J.A.R.V.I.S.
Warnings: swearing lol... obviously?
You groan and open your eyes to the sound of your phone alarm. The sun has just started to rise, but you need to go home and get ready for work.
"Please turn that off," Loki mumbles against your back.
"I'm sorry," you whisper and let go of his hand, freeing yourself from his embrace. You turn off your alarm and sit up, yawning.
"It's too early," he says, still half asleep. Eyes closed, his hand finds your waist and he gently pulls you back towards his body.
"I have to go home," you tell him but make you no attempt to pull away again.
"No," he says simply, his arm holding you in place.
"No?" you giggle at his unwillingness to let go of you. "I need to shower and get changed. I'm still wearing my clothes from yesterday."
"I have a fully functioning shower," Loki mumbles and you can hear the sarcasm in his voice despite him being so close to falling asleep. His legs intertwine with your legs and his hand holds yours as you both easily settle into the comfortable position he held you in all night. The God of Mischief adds, "And I am perfectly capable of conjuring clothing for you."
"I don't have a toothbrush or anything," you tell him, enjoying the feeling of Loki trying to keep you from leaving.
"Y/N, I can summon anything you need," he reminds you gently.
"I guess that's a good point," you say, having already made up your mind that you aren't going home before work.
"Please stay," he whispers close to your ear.
You smile and squeeze his hand, "Okay."
"Go back to sleep," Loki says softly and you nod, closing your eyes.
You take a sip of your coffee as you sit on Loki's couch, your eyes follow him as he paces and talks excitedly. You can't help but smile at how confident he looks compared to last night.
"That might actually work," you say when Loki finished explaining his plan.
He chuckles and sits next to you, "Of course it will work. Why do you seem so surprised?"
"If I say it's because your other ideas didn't go so well, are you going to turn me into a frog?" you joke as he drinks his coffee
"You are utterly obsessed with the idea of being turned into a frog," he rolls his eyes but his smile remains.
"No, I'm concerned that it's a very real possibility," you explain. "I've never been friends with anyone who could do that."
"Ah, I see you are assuming we are friends now," he says a bit sarcastically.
"We're not?" you ask him, unsure what you and Loki are to each other after last night.
"Do you want to be friends?" he wonders, setting his mug on the coffee table.
"What are my other options? " you shrug, hoping he will give you some hint as to what answer he is looking for.
Before he can respond, there is a loud knock on his door. He sighs deeply and rubs his temples then looks at you, "That will be Thor." He notices the confused look on your face and smiles, "There are only two people who have ever bothered me when I am in my apartment and one of them is already in here."
You giggle nervously, "That's fair. Guess the plan starts now?"
He smirks and nods, "Are you ready? I promise I won't turn you into a frog."
Steve and Natasha sit at the far end of the table reviewing the agenda for the morning briefing. Tony, Bruce and Clint stand near the window placing bets on how much money you will be fined today for your swearing. The discussions are suddenly silenced when Thor slams open the door to the conference room. Everyone quickly turns to face him in surprise.
"Woah! Calm down point break, no need to break down the door. There are plenty of donuts for everyone," Tony gestures to the box on the table.
"I don't think that's the issue," Bruce says when Thor takes a step to the side to reveal that Loki and you are behind him. You look down at the ground and fidget with your fingers while Loki glares at his brother.
"What's going on?" Steve asks, standing with his hands resting on the table.
"Thor is overreacting to a simple deal I have made with Y/N," Loki says calmly and you nod.
"She made a deal with you?" Tony asks. "What, was the devil busy?"
"That almost hurt Stark," Loki smirks.
"What did you do to her?" Clint asks, obviously very concerned for your wellbeing.
"Y/N came to me last night after the Captain enforced his new policy regarding her swearing," he explains.
"Seriously Y/N, you thought Loki would help you?" Clint asks you.
You nod.
"I did help her," Loki answers for you. "There is no need for this concern you all share. Y/N is fine."
"Why doesn't she tell us she's fine herself?" Natasha crosses her arms over her chest.
Loki looks at you then back at the team as they gather closer around you both, "She cannot."
"Why not?" Natasha uncrosses her arms slowly and looks at you with growing concern.
Thor answers before Loki can, "He took her voice."
"What?!" Clint, Tony and Steve all shout at once.
Loki smiles, "Don't worry, I'm keeping it somewhere safe." He holds out his hand and a small glass vial appears, a light gray cloud swirls around inside of it. The God of Mischief places it on the conference table in front of you as you rub your throat slowly.
"Absolutely not! Give Y/N her voice back, Ursula," Tony orders.
"How dare you. I am not some common sea witch," Loki glares at him, clearly offended.
"You understood that reference?" Steve asks.
"I read," Loki rolls his eyes. "Besides, I cannot do that. We made a deal, Y/N and I made a perfectly reasonable trade."
"What could you possibly trade for your voice?" Clint asks you but you can only shrug in response.
"That is between Y/N and myself," Loki answers for you.
"I can't believe this is happening," Bruce takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose.
Loki sighs, "There is no need to worry. If Y/N asks, I will be more than happy to reverse the deal."
"How is she supposed to ask? You took her damn voice," Natasha points out.
"She can write," Loki says as if the answer was obvious.
You smile at everyone and give them two thumbs up as enthusiastically as you can.
"You must certainly are not fine," Steve insists. "I can't believe you would do this to get around J.A.R.V.I.S."
"This has gone on long enough," Thor says as he takes a few steps forward and picks up the glass vial.
"Be careful with that brother," Loki warns him and takes a step forward. You shake your head and bite your lip nervously. "This is not like the magic of Stark's fairy tale. If you break that, Y/N's voice will not be released to her, it will simply cease to exist."
"You have got to be kidding me," Tony says, rubbing his temples.
"Give it back to me," Loki says sternly, holding his hand out towards Thor.
"Don't mess with that big guy," Bruce says, his eyes on the vial in Thor's hand.
You watch anxiously when Thor pulls away from his younger brother. "Remove the spell from Y/N," the God of Thunder demands.
"To do that I will need the vial," Loki counters and takes another step forward, closing the distance between them. Loki reaches for it but Thor pulls his hand away, holding it just out of reach.
If you weren't so concerned about the safety of the vial, you might be able to appreciate how much they simply look like bickering brothers and not two Gods arguing over your voice.
Tony steps in, "Thor, give it back to the sea witch."
Loki glares at Tony, "I do not have the patience for you today tin man."
He looks back at Thor and without a word, he flicks his wrist, sending his seidr towards his brother. The green cloud surrounds his hand in an attempt to pull the vial free but Thor clenches his hand and pulls violently against Loki's magic.
"Stop!" Natasha yells.
Your eyes go wide and you cover your mouth with both hands as the vial slips free from Thor's grasp. Loki's seidr doesn't react fast enough and the small glass vial falls to the floor at the older Asgardian's feet, shattering into pieces.
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Good 4 U
Hello there!
I hope youâre all great. This story is just out of my imagination, but enjoy anyway, I guess ⼠Also Caitlin and Lia are always a thing in this word.
TW: Reader! Wälti, no other I think.
PART 2 | PART 3
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Unlike your older sister Lia, you are not wise and quiet. You have trouble concentrating and you aren't necessarily interested in the idea of landing somewhere. You and Lia donât have the same character, but that never stopped you from loving each other a lot. Youâd do anything for your older sister whoâs only 10 months older than you. And you know she would do anything in return for you. You and her were almost like twins and even if you wasn't planned, you parents always loved you the way they love Lia.
You travel all the time, leaving one place when you're getting tired to visit another corner of the world. You are sociable and have no trouble making contacts with anyone, to find a job or to make new friends. You are lucky to be able to remember the different languages in the countries you visit. You speak German from birth, you are bilingual in English and you talk other new languages like spanish or italian.
For now, you are in London with your sister for a week. The last time you stayed in London with Lia was last year when her life was a little more complicated than now. This time, you decided to come to see her just because you missed her and wanted to be with her for her birthday. You contacted Leah to help you surprise her, and you congratulate yourself for filming Lia's reaction when you walked into her living room following Leah.
When Lia told you about a karaoke night with her friends, most of them from Arsenal, you didn't hesitate a single second before accepting. You already know Caitlin obviously and Leah, who you met when she came in Switzerland last year. You met some of the girls last time you came in London, but you don't know all of them. This is a good occasion to met them.
Despite the time set at 9pm, not everyone arrived on time but this didn't prevent the people already present from starting to have fun. Youâve already shared a song with Steph and another with Leah. And youâre choosing the song youâre going to sing with Lia when Katie finally makes her appearance in the establishment.
When the music started, Katie was greeting everyone and sat at one of the tables surrounded by a bench, reserved for the night.
She's sitting with Caitlin, Leah, Kyra and Alessia when her gaze mechanically refers to you when you start singing. And her gesture stops immediately when she looks at you, her arm halfway between her mouth and the table as she was getting ready to drink.
"You alright mate?" laughs Kyra
"Whoâs the girl with Wally?" Katie asks, blinking.
"Her little sister. Why?" asks Leah, bowing her eyebrow.
But Katie doesnât answer, completely hypnotized by you. She just canât take her eyes off you, your face, your body and anything else that can be part of you.
"It's Wallyâs sister?" ended up repeating Katie before glancing at Caitlin. "Damn, youâre shagging the wrong Wälti, Caitlin."
"Youâre disgusting" Caitlin says, rolling her eyes.
Leah laughs softly next to Katie and the Irish girl seems to reminding something. She turns herself a little to look at Leah before talking.
"Wait, this is the sister you met last year?"
"Yes?" answer a frowning Leah.
"And you didn't try anything with her?"
Katieâs tone let perfectly passes the disbelief she feels at this idea. But Leah rolls her eyes again.
"Sheâs Liaâs little sister. She would have killed me. And sheâll kill you too if you try anything with her"
Katie responds with a throat sound before finally bringing her drink to her lips. And from then on, she wonât leave you until your song is finished. Katie recognized Olivia Rodrigoâs song "Good 4 u" and she briefly wonders if it means anything to you and Lia.
When the song ends, Lia approaches the table where Katie is installed while you take the opportunity to go to the toilet. If Caitlin greets your sister with a big smile, making her sit on her lap, Leah canât help but drop the information to Lia.
"Your sister caught Katieâs eyes" Leah announces with a big smile.
This causes a growl from Katie who hoped to try a discreet approach with you and a frown from Lia, who quickly takes off from Caitlin to lean towards Katie.
"Stay away from her Katie, Iâm not kidding"
Katie raises both hands as a sign of abandonment, not without rolling her eyes.
"Looks like Iâm the devil in person" Katie growls before finishing her drink.
"She was hurt once and since then has been traveling around the world. I want to see her again before Christmas 2025."
"Okay, okay, I get it" sighs gently, Katie. "Iâll get myself a drink."
After asking if anyone wanted something, Katie gets up to order herself a drink, deciding to go to the other side to have less to wait. And Lia will not be able to tell her anything, because it's finally you who approaches her first. You come to order yourself a drink too and you have no trouble recognizing the teammate of your big sister, that you watch play as soon as you can.
"You're Katie, right? I'm Y/N, Lia's sister" you smile before reaching out to greet her.
"Yes, that's me. Nice to meet ya" Katie grins, taking your hand in hers, squeezing it maybe a little to long.
Your eyes cross and you find yourself becoming aware of the beauty of the young woman who stands before you. You first notice her blue eyes and then her smile that you quickly find mesmerizing.
You are interrupted in your moment by the server who finally takes your orders. And, while Katie passes her command, you discreetly let your gaze slide on her forms. How did you not realize before how breathtaking she was?
"Lia told me you travel a lot" Katie says, turning to you to resume your conversation.
"Oh, yes⌠I just came back from New Zealand" you explain with a smile, before starting on an explanation of your last trip.
The minutes pass quickly as you chat with her and then you find yourself interested in her and her life. Thereâs something about Katie that hypnotizes you and you could honestly spend hours listening to her and laughing at what sheâs telling you. You like her humor, the sound of her voice and itâs a little destabilizing for you to find yourself so impacted by someone so quickly.
"Do you want to get some fresh air?" Katie says after realizing youâve been talking for a while.
You accept with pleasure and you follow her on the outdoor terrace of the establishment, Katie seems to know this place very well. Which is probably not surprising since Lia told you they come often.
"Here" simply makes Katie by dropping her jacket on your bare arms after seeing you shiver.
"Thank you" you answer with a sincere smile.
You move a little away from the entrance to not be in the way and you lean against a wall looking up to look at the stars. However, you gently frown when you see that they are not visible. You forgot theyâre hard to see from central London.
"When are you leaving again?" asks Katie while looking at you.
You leave the sky with your eyes to carry them over her before gently shrugging your shoulders with a smile.
"I havenât decided yet. Why?"
"I was wondering if you would give me your phone number so we could meet again, before you leave."
You bite your lip briefly while observing her. You are not sure if it's a good idea, you will probably leave soon and you know that it would probably not lead to much. But youâd be lying if you said the Irish girl didnât tease your curiosity.
"Okay" you end up answering before you pick up her phone and put your number on it.
A big smile is born on Katieâs face and you donât know her enough yet to realize that itâs a frank smile and not the sufficient smile she likes to have to provoke her opponents. Her phone in her pocket, Katie settles next to you, leaning against the wall like you.
"Do you like to look at the stars?" asked Katie.
"Itâs probably one of the things I prefer to do" you admit without hesitation. "But itâs difficult from here"
"I know a place where they can be seen. You want to go see?"
********
"I just ran into Katie running away with a pretty blonde" laughs Victoria who just arrived while sitting at Liaâs table.
"Iâm going to kill her" the Swiss woman announces, noting that you have also disappeared.
Kyraâs sigh sound out at the same time as Leahâs facepalm. Caitlin masks her amused smile behind Liaâs head, but she is nevertheless surprised by Alessia who smiles back at her.
********
You suspect a little the annoyance that Lia must feel and you feel in spite of yourself a slight guilt at the idea of not enjoying her birthday party with her. But you take a look at Katie after you get out of her car and you quickly realize that sheâs genuinely happy to show you this place.
"Whatâs your favorite constellation?" Katie asks you when youâre both sitting in the grass.
"Aquila" you answer by pointing to the place in the sky where it is. "And you?"
"I didnât have one until now, but it could become my favorite" Katie replies with a smirk.
You laugh slowly and you turn your head in her direction, to see that Katie rolled to the side and that sheâs looking at you. You feel yourself blushed and youâre pretty glad itâs dark and Katie canât see it. But you donât let her out of your sight and you decide to play her game.
"What is your astrological sign?" you ask.
"Virgo"
"Well maybe my favorite constellation is going to be Virgo then"
Katie laughs softlyand, taking a sudden aspiration, you gently take her hand in yours. Katie lets you and you find that her skin is pleasantly warm and soft against yours. You shift your attention to the sky above you, feeling Katieâs gaze stay on you. But it doesnât bother you, itâs not the kind of heavy look that makes you uncomfortable. You feel good and safe with her, despite what Lia seems to think.
Itâs almost two o'clock in the morning when Katie takes you home to your sister, whose keys you have so you can get in and out whenever you want.
"I hope Iâm not interrupting a private celebration" you grin maliciously at Katie, who insisted on accompanying you to the front door.
"If there is going to be a celebration tonight it will probably be to celebrate my death" laughs Katie before explaining, when you turn an interrogative look in her direction "I was not supposed to approach you tonight. Lia has warned me"
"Why did you do it then?" you ask curiously while searching through your purse while looking at it.
"Technically, it was you who approached me" Katie replies with a satisfied smile. "But Iâm very happy about it."
You smile back at her and you probably look at each other for a few seconds too long, before you come out of your trance and regain your self-confidence.
"Iâll defend your cause, if you want" you joke softly.
"See me again and it will have been well worth it."
You smile again and bite your lip briefly. You really want to kiss her, but maybe itâs too early for that. You step forward and put a kiss on her cheek instead before backing away again and opening the door.
"Go home safely"
"I will" answers Katie with a smile. "Good night"
"Sweet dreams"
The house is empty when you enter and you assume that either Lia is not back yet, or she went to Caitlinâs. You go undress and remove your makeup and it's when you are writing to your sister to inform her that you came home when you receive a message from an unknown number.
From Unknow I came home safely. Sleep tight beautiful x
From You Sleep well too. We talk soon x
********
Lia looked at you with skepticism when you told her that nothing happened with Katie, unless looking at the stars and learning to know her. Since her breakup, Katie had a lot of fling and Lia obviously didn't want you to fall for the Irish girl before being ignored by her.
Katie and you wrote to each others a lot during the past days and you find yourself smiling every time she texted you. When she asked you on a date, you accepted with a second thought.
Katie take you to an Irish restaurant, she looked almost outraged to learn that you have never been to Ireland during your many travels. You had a great evening and when she brought you back you vaguely hoped for a kiss but Katie just gently kissed your cheek before smiling with affection. She then waited until you go inside to leave. Then you started texting each other almost all the day, every day.
From Katie ⨠u going to the game today?
From You I am :) why?
From Katie ⨠Would you let me take you for a brunch before ?
From You I would love to
From Katie ⨠Great. I'm taking you at 10 xx
You almost turned the cupboard in which you installed your clothes in your sisterâs guest room to find a proper outfit. You ended up opting for a simple outfit, comfortable but nevertheless different from what you can wear every day. Once ready, you go to the kitchen, in which you find only Catlin in the company of her cup of coffee and a toast withâŚ
"Vegemite?" you ask with a smirk
"Lia always has a jar for me in her cupboards" replies the Australian with amusement.
"How romantic" you laugh softly
You take a glass of water, realizing rather quickly that Caitlin observes you over the cup of coffee that she holds with two hands. Since she and Lia got together, the Australian has taken on the role of your big sister too. You obviously canât compare the connection you have with her with the one you have with Lia, but you appreciate her enormously.
"Are you going out?"
"Yes" you just answer
"With Katie?"
You don't have time to respond with the positive or negative that Liaâs voice is heard behind you. Obviously she must appear when the name of the Irish is pronounced.
"What, Katie?" Lia asks, bowing her eyebrow.
"I'm going to a brunch with her" you explain softly with a sigh. "Look, donât make that face, I know you donât want anything but to protect me, but if it makes you happy⌠Nothing ever happened between us, if it turns out sheâs not even interested in anything but friendship with me"
You gently shrug your shoulders and carefully avoid Liaâs gaze. You donât necessarily want your older sister to see how depressed you are about this idea. But it's Caitlin who speaks again, although she's peacefully returned to reading her diary.
"Or she takes the time to do things right with you because you mean something to her" she points out without looking at you.
You frown thoughtfully at her, but Caitlin doesnât add anything. Lia gets closer to you though, gently laying her hand on yours.
"What would make me happy is that you are too. I just want you to be happy and make sure no one can hurt you any more."
"Iâll be fine, Lia, I promise" you assure her with a little smile. "I learned from my mistakes"
Lia pout a little and when your phone vibrates in your pocket when Katie writes to you that she has arrived and that she waits for you, you take your big sister in your arms.
"I love you" you say before you kiss her cheek.
"I love you too. See you at the game?"
With a smile you nod before leaving the house. Your smile widens when you see Katie waiting for you, leaning against the front of her car.
"You look stunning" Katie smiles looking at your outfit.
"Youâre not bad yourself"
Katie is dressed in her training kit, ready for the game and you find it strangely sexy. Unlike other times you have seen her, you don't hesitate to greet her with a hug and then let her take you by the hand to train you to the passenger door of the car.
The establishment that Katie has chosen is between Liaâs house and the stadium, the Irish girl explaining to you that it's a place that she loves and that has the advantage of not being too well known by the general public. It seems to have its habits and even if you don't necessarily appreciate the big smile with which the waitress welcomes Katie, you are quickly satisfied by the hand that she puts in your back to guide you to her usual table.
As always, the discussion is pleasant. You have to admit you did some research on Katie, but you feel like the Katie that people can see on the football field is different from the one you see every day. The Katie you know is sweet, attentive, considerate and charming. You have the impression that she really listens to you and that she seems particularly interested in what you tell her, no matter what it is.
And the butterflies that you have in the hollow of your belly when her fingers touch your hand while taking the salt are rather very pleasant. However, you regret not knowing if things are really shared or if Katie is only interested in friendship with you.
"Can I ask you a question?" asks Katie, her blue eyes watching you attentively over her cup of tea.
"Of course" you answer with a little smile.
"When she asked me not to come near you, Lia mentioned a romantic relationship that ended badly. Iâm not asking you to tell me everything, but if you have any residual trauma or like thatâŚ"
Of course Lia mentioned your old relationship with Katie. On the other hand, you canât blame her, after learning about the various deceptions of your ex-girlfriend, it was so painful that you never set foot in Switzerland again and you never saw your family again for a year. It apparently left your sister with trauma as well.
"As long as you donât lie to me or hide things from me, it should be okay" you mumble and shrug.
Katie looks funny and you briefly get lost in your thoughts until the Irish woman gently takes your hand in hers. When you look up at her, she smiles softly at you, her eyes immensely sweet.
"No matter what happens, I will never. I promise"
You smile softly at her, losing yourself in her eyes. Katie changes the subject and when itâs time to leave for the stadium, you have the impression that the time has passed much too quickly.
"Do you mind if someone sees you get out of my car? There are often fans waiting for us in the parking lot, they cannot access it but they wait behind the gates. I can drop you off if you want" Katie asks when youâre about to arrive.
"I donât care" you assure her by tapping on her arm.
You didnât expect her to grab your hand with hers to interlace your fingers, but this gesture is rather pleasant.
Katie was right, you barely got out of the car when you heard some people calling her name. The young woman having advised you not to pay attention to it, you follow her inside the corridors in the colors of Arsenal without turning once your glance towards the fans.
"Shall I leave you there?" asks Katie once right outside the door thatâs supposed to take you to the VIP corner, where Lia booked you a seat.
You nod with a slight smile. You know the way now.
"Thanks for the invitation. I had a great time"
"So do I" Katie says, smiling as well. "You still donât know when youâre leaving, right?"
"Maybe soon. I donât know yet"
You gently shrug your shoulders, but you donât miss the disappointment that briefly passes over Katieâs face after her smile drop.
"Oh⌠okay. Well, Iâll see you soon, I guess?"
"Yeah" you smile softly.
Katie gives you a little smile, but itâs only when she turns her heels in the direction of the changing rooms that you walk forward two steps and you take the floor again.
"Katie?"
"Yes?"
The Irish girl turns and looks at you with surprise. She apparently did not expect you to hold her back.
"You want to know what it depends on?"
"Yes" she says again, looking at you carefully.
You made other steps to catch up to her and to be at her height but you mechanically bite your lip, a little anxious about your courage and its repercussions. But now is not the time to back down. Katie seems to have quickly noticed your nervousness since she is also moving in your direction of a step, offering you a reassuring smile.
"You"
"Me?"
"Yes, I⌠I like you, I mean not necessarily only physically. And I really like the moments we spend together, but I donât know if itâs mutual or if Iâm making ideas. And Iâm a little afraid that after talking to you about it now it changes or complicates things, but-"
Katie ends up interrupting you, putting her finger on your lips to silence you. You donât know if itâs a good thing or not and you freeze instantly.
"I like you too, I thought it was obvious. Iâm sorry if I let you think otherwise. My love life may not have been the most stable in a few months, but with you itâs different."
You donât have time to answer anything that Leah Williamson appears around the corner to call Katie. Training will begin soon.
"I have to go. Iâll see you later?"
You nod with a smile. Katie looks at you for a few more seconds smiling before heading to where Leah disappeared a few seconds ago.
"Katie?" You call her again though. "You forgot something"
Gently frowning, Katie turns in your direction, no doubt to see you so close to her, always smiling. She has no time to question you, since you come forward until you can put your lips on hers. Itâs just a light kiss, but the sensations are amazing.
When you open your eyes again, Katieâs are dipping into yours and you have to take it on yourself so you donât pass out. If you listened to yourself, you would do it again, but you donât want to cross the line. That said, given her smile, she doesnât seem to be against that kiss.
"Now you can go" you smile maliciously.
But Katie shakes her head with her big smile still displayed on her face. Taking advantage of your proximity, Katie gently puts her hand on your neck before drawing your face once again against hers. This kiss is longer than the first and your hands naturally find place on Katieâs body.
When Katie gently caresses your lower lip with her tongue, asking for access to yours, you do not hesitate a single second before leaving it to her. Obviously, you forget a little where you are and that everyone could surprise you. It is finally a door noise far away from you that brings you back to reality, a few minutes later.
"I really have to go" whispers Katie, her lips caressing yours when she speaks.
And it makes you half lose your mind. So you canât resist the urge to kiss her again and it takes all your strength to tear you away from her. And let her go.
"Come on, go make the rest of the world enjoy your talent" you smile softly
Katie laughs but steals one last kiss before leaving. Itâs in a second state that you join your seat, but when Katie appears on the field alongside the other players, you canât help but smile again. Katie quickly spots you in the stands and sends you a wink to which you respond with a smile.
In the end, itâs not as safe as this that youâll leave London.
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The Shifting Challenge:
â¨Reprogram your subconscious mind in 21 daysâ¨
Disclaimer: as you read this, whether you decide to participate in the challenge or not, know that you do not need anything to shift. You do not need methods, subliminals, routines... Nothing outside of you can make you shift.
Hello shifters, and welcome to the shifting witch's first reality shifting challenge! If you're reading this, that means you have been on your shifting journey for quite a while. Congratulations, most people don't even know about shifting, so you're already doing great!
Now, the most common thing I see in my asks, or posts here on Tumblr, is shifters wondering why it hasn't worked for them yet, and how they can finally shift for longer than a few seconds. Well, that's because of your subconscious mind.
Let me paint you a picture: for 16-17-18-19-20 ... Years of your life, you didn't know about reality shifting. Then you learned about it and filled that pretty head of yours with an abundance of misinformation, doing anything and everything to shift.
It didn't work, did it?
I can help with that!
First of all, according to the law of assumption, the second you decided to shift, you did. You already shifted, it is done. But your 3D is not conforming, and you feel discouraged, and you're on the verge of giving up.
Try this first:
Step one: reprogram your mind:
Research shows that it takes between 20 to 30 days to reprogram an unconscious belief and switch it around. So for the next 21 nights, listen to this Subliminal before you fall asleep. I designed it specifically to rewire your brain and instill in it the belief that you are the most powerful shifter in the world. It is filled with affirmations to reprogram your subconscious and to convince it that you have already shifted multiple times already.
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Step 2: Act as if
Every day when you wake up, act as if you have shifted. You're not in your CR room, you're in your DR. You're not having breakfast alone, you're surrounded by your DR friends. You're not going to school, you're at Hogwarts, taking magic lessons. Act as if.
Step 3: journal
So you've spent the day in your DR, how wonderful! What did you do? How did you feel? Any stories you have to share? Journal out your day from the point of view of your DR self, talk about the life you've lived, because guess what? You did live it. Imagination is the true reality.
Step 4: You have shifted
Congratulations! It's all done! You have shifted to your desired reality every single time you tried. How does it feel to be such a powerful shifter? Amazing right?
The point of this challenge is to convince your brain that you have shifted already, because you have. With these tools, you're turning shifting into a fact of life, something you have been doing for eons, your second nature.
Remember, only you can make you shift (and you already have).
Good luck on your shifting journey, and I'll see you back here in 21 days with your success stories â¤ď¸
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Right around the corner - Azriel (5)
AHHHHH this is the final part and let me tell you I'm SAD. It was so hard to write the ending you all deserve after all this love, so I tried my best. Let me know what you think! Also, you deserve A LOT, so I made it long hehehe. Don't worry, a request about the RATH universe is coming soon! If you want one too, drop it in my inbox!
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Plot: The story of how Azriel fixed what was broken, and how you forgave him.
Warnings: this is sad, but has a happy ending! Also, mental health issues.
No one expected the sidra to froze that year, and against everyone expectation, one day Velaris had woken up to see the riven covered by a silver layer. Children had missed school to skate in the solid surface, parents watching carefully from the edge. Some couples were skating too, holding hands and giggling endlessly.
You had been watching the new scene unfold all morning. And while you usually loved snow and ice as much as any child in town, you were starting to get a little sick of all the noise.
It wasnât your new employee situation, who had been staring at the river all morning. She had already finished her duties, but always the polite and nice girl, Elain Archeron was keeping you company.
When you spotted for the third time the familiar red-head through the glass and she didnât say anything, just sighed, you decided you had enough.
âYou should tell him to get in before he freezes to deathâ you commented, still busy with measuring the ingredients.
âOh, noâ Elain blushed and looked away from the window. âNo. Heâs just⌠He can waitâ
âHe can, but doesnât have to. You and Lucien should head out, rent ice skates and have a fun day. You already finished hereâ you smiled kindly at her, and before she could reply, you added. âIâm fine, I donât even like cold weather. And I still need to finish this, which you canât help me with. So, goâ
Elain stared at you with uncertainty, and you tried to look as convinced as possible. Would you have liked her to stay? After all, she was one of the few people you socialized with these days. She had turned in when you opened the bakery again, right after you posted the sign about looking for a new partner.
And even if you had had your doubts when you discovered she was Feyreâs sister and Azrielâs friend, you considered her your own friend.
So, yeah, you would have liked her to stay. Because you were still awfully sad all the time, and her company was one of the few things that made your day better. But you being sad didnât excuse her missing a wonderful day with her mate.
âItâs not closing time yetâ her eyes danced between the glass and you. âHe was supposed to wait for me at the houseâ
âGuess heâs too eager to see you. Heâs been dancing around the bakery for a good hourâ you chuckled. âElain, I mean it. Go. Have fun. Iâll see you on Mondayâ
âY/N, I promise I donât mind waiting. Itâs not like it will unfreezeâ
âAnd I promise I donât mind at all. So, go, have fun and tell me about it on Mondayâ you gripped her hand softly over the counter, nodding to the waiting mal outside. âCome on, goâ
Lucien was once more outside the bakery, the only visible part of him his red hair. He was covered in thick layers, but still managed to smile when Elain kissed your cheek and took her coat on the way out.
You didnât have it in you to watch them be affectionate with each other, so you looked down at your task and decided it would be the last of the day.
It was hard watching all those couples walking hand in hand and remembering the feel of his warm, scarred hand in yours. To hear a man laughing and remember the unexpected laughs you dragged out of him sometimes. Even looking at the river was painful, because you could almost see the ghost of Azriel and you learning how to skate in a frozen lake in the Illyrian mountains a few years ago.
You had seen Azriel around a few times now, walking through your bakery and waving at you through the glass. Two times he had been waiting at the door when it was late at night, silently walking you home from afar without talking. Almost two months had passed by and your feelings were still as messed up as before.
Though you didnât cry as much as before, and you were starting to get better, you still wondered.
If Azriel getting help would mean your relationship would be fixed, or if it was broken permanently. Deep in your thoughts, and used as you were to Azrielâs shadows, you didnât notice how they tugged on your apron until the door sounded again.
Elainâs name didnât leave your lips, because as soon as the door opened, you lost your breath. As if you had summoned him, Azriel walked through the door, beautiful as ever. He wasnât in his usual training leather, but winter clothes that fit him as a glove. Instantly, you noticed he had lost weight. His shoulders were slumped and his body didnât carry the usual grace of an Illyrian warrior.
âHiâ
His scarred hands, that had held you so many times and slaughtered so many enemies, were tucked in his coatâs pockets. You could feel the nervousness through the bond, the hesitance. Too stunned to answer, you only stared at him.
You had known that, eventually, he would talk to you. That you would have to do more than just wave at each other through the glass and stay silent when he sent you details through Elain. But still, you hadnât expected it.
Unable to move, you only blinked.
âI saw Elain and Lucien heading outâ he added, not looking away from you. âItâs a nice day outsideâ
Azriel hadnât finished before one of his new shadows scaped his control, sneaking around the counter. The familiar ones, that had been by your side since he left, danced around the new intrusion. It lifted your apron, and crawled up your neck.
The cool feeling was the last of your worries, because no matter how much you willed yourself to say something, you couldnât even tear your eyes from him.
The bond flickered between the two of you, once more. Knowing that it was one-sided, that he didnât wear it like you did, made break your trance.
âSheâs finished for the dayâ you explained, sounding way more confident that what you felt.
âItâs a nice day, yeahâ he repeated, not giving you time to feel awkward before he continued âI thought that maybe you wanted to take a walk with me. Itâs cold, but we could⌠get coffee. Or chocolate, if you wantâ
Azriel gave you a half, broken smile. Hearing his voice again made you take ten steps backward.
âI have things to doâ
You looked down to your current task, which could be easily discarded. You had left much important things half-done because of him, and you would have done it normally without a second thoughts. But no matter how heartful the conversation at your door had been, you just knew you werenât ready to have a conversation without getting angry.
You knew you werenât ready to forgive him.
His new shadow gripped your wrist tightly before disappearing, and you heard Azrielâs doubt. He wanted to say something else, and you wanted too. Still, you fell back to your measuring and ignored the way your vision blurred, how your knees became weak again.
Maybe going back to your duties was the only way not to break down again.
The silence continued for a long minute. You couldnât not feel his presence, the way his scent filled the bakery and made your stomach turn. Your heart recognized what you needed, what you wanted, and threatened to jump out of your chest.
Before you could regret your words, Azriel opened the door again.
âYouâre forgetting the yeastâ he said, his voice thick with emotion.
When you looked up again, he only smiled. You opened your mouth to tell him to wait, maybe to fuck off and never come again. You didnât have time, because Azriel closed the door behind him and he was gone.
The first tear fell against the unformed dough, followed by many more. You wouldnât be finishing the blueberry cake that afternoon, you realized, as you crunched behind the counter and cried.
-
There was a storm coming, and everyone in Velaris had had the same idea â run to the market, buy everything they needed for a few days, and crowd themselves at home with their loved ones. You were trying to follow the first part of the plan, not having anyone to go home anymore. And if that wasnât enough reason to drag you down, the crowd was getting intense.
Velarisâ market was a beautiful place, full of shops and nice vendors. But that day, the space felt too small.
You already had a few bags with you, yet there were a few more to go. Wanting to finish as soon as possible, you had ignored the rational part of your brain and had gotten in the middle of the crowd. You had only managed to buy milk and pasta, and still had a long way to go.
After Azrielâs brief appearance, your life had been messier than before. He had come by the bakery at least five times more, always offering you some kind of plan you rejected. Going to the park, for a flight or to a coffee shop. Taking walks, watching the sunset or training together.
You lived now half-prepared to see him walking through your door again, and not having the heart to tell him no. You werenât sure if that thought frightened or comforted you.
In your haste, you had almost forgotten to buy provisions for the storm, and had found yourself on the worst day to do them. Crowded, loud and suffocating, that was how you would describe the market at that moment.
The fact that most people ran with their children and family wasnât helpful at all.
Most of the times, it was Azriel who did the last-minute shopping for you. He knew you didnât like crowds, loud places, that you did best in your bakery where only five people were allowed at a time.
Another shove broke you down from your daydreaming, and you looked back to see a pregnant woman staring with her eyebrows furrowed.
âThe line is movingâ she spatted, pointing to the small space ahead of you. âIf you donât move with it, you should step outâ
âOh, noâ you chuckled softly. You picked up the bags on the ground and took the two small steps that you were supposed to. âSorry, I just thought I could take a little bit more space. Itâs crowded hereâ
âI donât mind crowds, so if you want to step back, let me get first. Iâm in a hurryâ
âMe tooâ you gave her a polite smile, mindful of her state.
The short distance that separated you from the customer on the front was certainly not enough, and she knew it. Still, she looked at you with disapproval. There were only five more people to go until it was your turn, you could buy your snacks and run to the next stall.
You thought you could ignore the glare at the back of your neck, and you did for a few minutes. Without meaning to, you thought how everything with Azriel was easier. Not only people wouldnât dare to talk to him like that, but also, he assured you a good meter of distance between you two and the rest of the world with his wings.
The snacks on your hands almost fell when, not even two seconds after the man took three steps forward, you were shoved again.
That time, when you looked back, the woman was accompanied by her mate. His wings covered her from the people behind them.
âYou should really step out of the lineâ she repeated. âYou might have all the time in the word, but we are in a hurryâ
âMe too. You canât expect me to be glued to that manâ you tried to explain, anxiety coiling in your stomach. âHe just movedâ
âAnd you didnât, which proves my point. Besides, itâs obvious you only have a few things. We have moreâ
âWhich should be enough reason to let me go first, not only because I was here before youâ you shrugged, feeling even more uncomfortable when the male huffed a laugh. âMaybe itâs you who shouldnât have come here today if you canât wait in a lineâ
You werenât a threat for the woman, and you were trying really hard to be polite and prove your point. Besides, being pregnant wasnât an easy task, and you could tell she was far along. Maybe you should have let her pass, or maybe told her to fuck off.
But before you could argue further, something clicked in the maleâs eyes, wide with recognition.
And you would have preferred for him to go full berserk mode on you. Because you recognized that look, you had been receiving them for a while now.
The male elbowed the womanâs side softly, pointing with his chin towards you. You didnât have time to turn back and avoid the conversation, because he spoke.
âYouâre the shadowsingerâs mateâ he announced, loud enough to make a few heads turn.
âOhâ the woman finally connected the dots and lunged forward to grab your arm so tight you couldnât shake her off. âIâm so sorry. Iâm sorry, I didnât recognize youâ
âItâs fine. Donât worryâ you pushed your arm back, trying to let go.
While the woman apologized, you couldnât help but listen to the whispers. The same ones you had heard in your bakery and through the streets. Some of them thrown in your face by rude or nosy customers that didnât understand the concept of privacy, others by bystanders.
At the end, it was the woman who said it out loud, confirming what everyone in the small circle that had formed at the cue was wondering about. She finally let go of your arm and crossed hers in front of her body.
The look of pity wasnât as bad as the confirmation.
âHe rejected you, right?â it wasnât a question, not when you didnât answer and she continued. âWe heard youâve been mated for almost a century and he doesnât want the bond. Is that true?â
It wasnât true, but you didnât have the heart to correct her. Instead, you turned around and used your wing-less privileges to sneak through the crowd. You kept your head down, as if that could stop you from hearing the comments or feeling the stares.
People had come up with an alternative version where Azriel and you had been mated for decades, for centuries. Where you had cheated on him or he had changed you for someone else. You had even heard that he had bonded with another person and had kicked you out of the house, and that you had been the one rejecting the bond.
Each version was farthest from the truth than the last one, but they all hurt the same. The crowd didnât seem to get thinner no matter how deep you got in the market. Once the people who had heard the conversation were left behind, new people crowded you, worried about the girl panicking and running through the middle of the market.
There were a few occasions where you thought you would fall, where you tripped and almost embarrassed yourself farther. You had almost made it to the back entrance of the market when you finally realized you were tripping no more. There was no longer a crowd around you, nor whispers or hands reaching your way.
It took you another few steps to fully stop and assess the situation. When you looked back to see where the crowd was, you were met with a broad chest inches away from you. Through tearful eyes, you recognized Azrielâs wings tucking you away from people, his mere presence pushing them away.
You met his hazel eyes, full of worry and regret. His hair was longer, covering his brow, but you found comfort in his crooked nose, in his freckles, that you knew so well.
You noticed in his hands your bags that had been left in the stall, a new one with the snacks you were about to buy.
âWhat â what are you doing here?â you choked out, too grateful for the sudden moment of peace to wonder about anything else.
âI felt you through the bond, a few hours ago. Anxious andâŚâ he stopped himself, his eyes scanning every tear that marked your cheeks. âI was just getting here when it got worse. I heard most of it. Iâm ââ
âDonât say youâre sorryâ you interrupted him. âItâs not your faultâ
Out of the many things that were indeed his fault, people not minding their own business wasnât his. You were used to him blaming himself for everything, from wars in other courts to people fighting in the street. The response came naturally.
Your nose was cold and runny, your hands frozen in your pockets, and your feet hurt. Besides all of that, you felt all wrong. Because you enjoyed his presence, because what they said, and because you couldnât help but calm down when he was close.
Azriel didnât say anything when you took the bags from his hands, thanking him quietly. He didnât say anything as more people walked away from him, either because of his wings or because they recognized him.
âYou donât like last minute shoppingâ
It was a pointless observation, but it was better than to comment on how afraid he had been when, just outside the market, he felt the bond snap with urgence. His shadows knew where you were, and that you needed him, but even he had trouble running through crowds. Azriel also couldnât talk about how mad he had been at everyone in that stall, how his new shadows had turned off every light and almost chocked them to death.
Azriel wanted to say that you were probably cold because you didnât like your own coats, and most of the times wore one of his. He wanted to hug you, too, to feel you between his arms after what felt like an eternity and promise you that it would end well.
But he couldnât say anything more than the obvious.
âI had toâ you answered.
With a furious fist, frustrated at life, at him and at you, you brushed the tears off your cheeks. You could tell that he wanted to keep talking, and you did too. Since your last encounter, you had come up with more conversations you should have.
You stared at each other for what seemed forever. There were details that you had almost forgotten in your sorrow â like his long lashes, that you teased him about. Or the freckle that snuck up to the corner of his left eye. The way his mouth rose higher from the right, and the small scar on his ear from where Cassian dared him to wear an earring.
Only his face was enchanting enough to help you forget about the day, about the weight of your chest. It was the first closing call from the market, that sounded through the public speakers, that broke you away.
âI should goâ
âI should goâ
You talked at the same time, and you smiled softly when you pointed to different directions. You didnât miss how his eyes fell to your mouth, how his own lifted up too.
âI could walk you backâ he offered, not tearing his eyes away from your mouth. âIf you let meâ
You didnât answer immediately. Those last words, that he had repeated so often lately, almost had you saying yes. You could almost imagine how it would go â him walking by your side, one of his wings behind your back. His elbow brushing yours, and his gaze fixed on you.
Your smile dropped when you remembered the times you had walked just like that, tucked together. The times you had waked by yourself through Velaris with his imprint on you, and the times he had left without a trace of your presence.
Azriel knew the answer before you said it, and his shoulders dropped slightly.
âSorryâ
That time, you decided to turn away before he could. Taking the back exit was a poor choice, knowing it was farther from your house than the main one, but you couldnât picture yourself walking through the market without Azriel keeping the crowds a step away.
So you turned around, gripped your bags tight and didnât tear your eyes from the ground during the whole way back.
-
It wasnât Azriel who found you the time everything changed, but you.
The cold and winter were over, the streets were clean and the sun was out. It was a perfect day to spend outside, and Elain seemed fixed in throwing you out of your own shop. She claimed that the bags under your eyes were as dark as the night, and that your skin was so pale that she couldnât tell the flour stains apart from it.
âJust for the record, youâre kicking the owner of the bakery out of the bakeryâ you stated, looking at her once more from the door. âYou do realize that shouldnât happen, right?â
âIâm helping a friend come out of her ghost-like seasonâ she replied, still decorating muffins. âAnd you do realize that most shops close on Sundayâs, right?â
âCertainly not a bakeryâ you looked to the empty fountain at her right. âIf we do it together, we will â â
âIf you touch one single item of this bakery, Iâm banning you from the kitchen for a monthâ
You doubted she meant it, she could. But still, you sighed and turned around to open the door. You werenât an extrovert, certainly not an outsider. Since you were a child, you liked your kitchen, your house, and your space. And none of those things were outside the door.
But you actually feared what the fae you left behind would do if you turned back. Elain had already hidden your apron so you couldnât put it on, and had threatened to mismatch the soy milk with normal one.
Giving her a last, tight smile through the glass, you walked towards the center of Velaris.
Not many people were outside that soon on a Sunday morning, but you were glad for her insistence the moment the sun kissed your face. The cold weather was disappearing and you could feel warmth across your cheeks. It was still cold, and it would be for at least another week, but the change in the weather promised a happy spring.
You walked aimlessly around Velaris, stopping to watch the Sidra move every now and then. Your feet carried you through unfamiliar streets, all of them filled with colors and smells. The longer you walked, the healthier you felt. Each step felt like a weight lifted from your chest, and you even smiled to a few usuals you found in the streets.
The main square peeked through the streets. It wasnât your usual destination, too crowded and not as pretty as other parts of the town. But you still walked through it, feeling at ease and happy.
It had happened before, usually the days before you started your cycle, and you should have known the feeling of ease had nothing to do with the weather or the walk. It had happened and it happened again, just as you rounded a corner to walk in the square.
If, by any chance, Azriel hadnât noticed you coming, the shadows that tugged him away from where he was standing would have made it obvious.
His eyes widened when he saw you, and you felt that peaceful feeling making its home for the day. There was no sorrow, no sadness, and none of the usual feelings that lately you felt when it came to him.
You cursed yourself stupid when you realized that you cycle was coming, and that every year you were in a mood until Azriel showed up, your hormones demanding your mate.
âY/Nâ
Your name fell from your mouth and just by hearing it you noticed something different. It was new, and at the same time, you thought you recognized it somehow. You looked to his empty hands, to the syphons on his shoulders and chest and truth-teller on his side.
It looked like you had interrupted something important to him. But instead of running away from him like the last two times, you took a step closer.
âAre you going on a mission?â you pointed with your chin to his leather, eyes stopping at his chest. There was that thing, that you couldnât name.
âJust came back. I wasâŚâ
Azriel looked to the building he just exited and for a moment, in silence. You had met a bunch of times since the incident in the market, and you had started having longer conversations. About the weather, about your bakery, and even about his family, who you finally knew officially.
Certainly, your relationship had improved, although it wasnât just fixed yet. When he didnât answer, you were reminded of all the times he had kept things to himself, either out of fear or doubt.
He seemed to doubt between telling you and keeping it to himself. Any other time, you knew, he would have kept it to himself. He had done it, in the past â when you asked him about his job, or tried to understand his past. Many times where he had evaded the truth or his emotions.
Your mood, that had been in a rush since you left the bakery, fell a little at his silence. He looked torn and you were ready to leave, before he answered.
âThis is Madjaâs house. I meet her here so we can talk, usually during the weekâ he looked back at you, watching the surprise of his statement. âBut something happened and I needed to talk to herâ
âWhat happened?â
Azrielâs lips were pressed tight, debating on whether he should tell you or not. He wouldnât have doubted about it a year ago â he wouldnât tell you, because in his eyes, it would only hurt you more than he already had. But he had learnt new things, and had realized that a relationship was built on trust. And that his fears, his perception of the reality, had broken yours.
He had cut the mission short when he had noticed, though he wasnât sure he had ever done something like that. Azriel didnât know what had triggered it, why it happened in the Winter court and not anytime sooner.
Madja, of course, had had an answer ready â an answer that had left him staring at her door for long twenty minutes before you appeared.
âKallias should have sent something to Rhysand, but he didnâtâ he started, not sure why he was traveling so far from the event. âSo I went to check. Turns out someone must have taken it and, well, I tried toâŚâ
He trailed off before he could finish, aware of your confusion. You never talked about what he did for Rhysand, in any court. No matter how big or small was the assignment, he didnât tell you about it.
But that wasnât what your confusion was about, at least not all of it. You couldnât possibly notice because you had given it for granted since the beginning, but Azriel did notice. He noticed the change as soon as it happened, and babbled when he explained to Rhysand what he should have been feeling for years.
Had explained to Madja moments ago, who had given him a knowing smile and a proud nod.
âI accepted the bondâ he confessed, continuing before you could say anything else. âI donât know how, or why, but I was there and suddenly I was hit with â with this in my chest, and I donât know why it wouldnât happen soonerâ
âYou accepted the bondâ you repeated, looking between his chest and face.
âI donât know how, or why now. I was, thinking⌠And it hit meâ Azriel smiled sadly, not saying what his thoughts were about â what they had been about since that night. âI didnât want to tell you, because, this is, you donât have to do anything now. Me accepting the bond doesnât change what I didâ
Azriel hadnât meant to tell you, neither to be so vague and ridiculously nervous about it.
It had been a surprise when, in the middle of a conversation, he felt it. He had been thinking about you, because there were flowers and they were pretty against the cold weather, and to him, you were the prettiest thing the Cauldron had made. One moment Kallias had been going through the last movements of the package and the next the high lord was looking at him with raised brows.
Congratulating him for something that should have happened six years ago.
âItâs not that I didnât want the bond before, Y/Nâ he continued when you didnât say anything. âI promise you, I didnât know how to accept it. I didnât know that I deserved itâ
Azriel had thought, and he still wanted to, that you so pretty that you were meant for someone else. That it was borrowed time, that he didnât deserve the bond just as he didnât deserve you. With Madja and Rhys, they had had deep conversations about his mental health, about his version of life where he lived through a glass of pain and rejection.
As he stared at your surprised form, he tried not to let hope leak into his heart. He knew it didnât fix what was broken, but he hoped it was the first step of a long recovery to win you back.
Only if you could confirm or deny, instead of stare at him.
âSay somethingâ Azriel finally broke, almost begged. âWhatever you want. Just say somethingâ
And you wanted to, because wasnât that what you had wanted? You had fooled yourself lately thinking about may what ifs. What if he had accepted the bond in the bagging, what if he had told you that he wasnât fine, that he was broken and needed help.
What if you had helped him and not rushed things when he wasnât ready. Now, it felt like the Cauldron was giving you that opportunity, only that you didnât know how to react.
You finally looked away from him and decided to give an experimental tug on the bond, to see if anything had changed.
It had.
âAzâ
It was a chuckle, maybe the beginning of a cry. It was anger but also relief because what came back from that tug wasnât what you usually felt. It was stronger, solid, as if there was a physical string between your bodies that kept you linked.
Usually, it was just an intense feeling that was enough for you. But now that you felt him tugging back, felt him loving you, you couldnât hold back another laugh. He shoved down through it everything he felt â adoration, love, joy. Many fears that had you stumbling towards him, and pain.
So much pain that your smile dropped. His dropped too, and you felt the bond getting fainter.
âThatâs another reason. I didnât want you to feel⌠thatâ Azriel retreated the bond farther. âI have so many fears and pains here that I couldnât even imagine sharing them with you. And that â â
âYou donât have to feel ashamedâ you cut him off, your voice hoarse. âI love you the sameâ
Words were unnecessary when you hugged his middle and buried yourself in his chest. He curled around you, like he had done so many times.
The channel snapped open again, and you just closed your eyes tightly. It was an endless source of emotions, and it broke you that most of them were bad. There was rejection, from so many people that it felt like an angry, black bull coming your way. Sadness that felt overwhelming and never ending, always coming in waves when Azriel didnât expect it.
You also felt disgust, and you only held him tighter when you discovered it was self-disgust. Not only at the things that he had done, but also at what had been done to him. The scars on his hands, the shadows around him. He had hated himself for so long he had forgotten how to love.
But then, at the bottom, there was something bright, and that part you realized it was only dedicated to you. There was his family too, but it wasnât as intense as his love for you. Everything that he lacked during his life, that he yearned for, was tucked where it mattered the most.
âI love youâ he whispered against your head, softly. âI love youâ
You didnât answer, just raised your head until you could brush your lips against him. Later, you would have time to blame the cycle, which you wouldnât get for another two months, or the emotions of the moment. But you knew it was just what you needed, what you both deserved, when you felt him kissing back.
At the beginning, it was just his lips against yours, and it was enough. Your noses brushed each other, you got on your tiptoes and his wing cocooned both of you. His hands only pressed you tighter against his body when you moved your lips against his, brushing the edge of your tongue against his bottom one.
Azriel could barely keep himself straight when you silently asked for permission to open his mouth, which he happily obliged. Â
From that moment, it was crashing. The kiss was only a physical proof of your feelings traveling through the mated bond, so wild and intense you couldnât tell which one was his or yours.
âIâm sorry, darlingâ he whispered against your lips, giving you no time to reply. âIâm sorry for hurting you, for being a coward. Iâm sorryâ
âI forgive you. We donât keep secrets anymoreâ you managed to say between kisses.
âNeverâ Azriel answered while leaving kisses on your cheeks and nose.â
âAnd weâll talk about our emotions, and feelings. Youâll tell me about your life when I askâ
âAlwaysâ
âYou wonât close off to meâ you pulled his head away and made him look at you.
While you held his face between your hands, Azriel smiled. It was a different smile from the previous ones, from the ones you had seen so far. It was carefree, loving, and yours.
Your thumb brushed the corner of his eye, his upper cheek, the border of his nose.
âIâm here, Azriel. Always. So you donât have to hide anything from me, or to be ashamed or afraid. Iâm hereâ you closed the distance once more, controlling the kiss by holding onto his face. âRight around the cornerâ
âRight around the cornerâ he repeated, dipping his head and sealing all his promises with another kiss.
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F! Yuuâs Dad in Twisted Wonderland pt. 3
Pt.4
Books 3, 4, &5 were when your dad was stressing.
đŚ: Why do Ace and Deuce have sea mushroom thingies on their heads? They-They made a deal with a boy so they can cheat their midterms, but everyone else but you cheated as well so theyâre stuck in a contract of servitude? Yeah no, donât get involved in their foolishness-oh, damn it! The cat has a sea mushroom too! Well, I guess weâll find a way to fix it.
When all the shenanigans happen and Leona eventually turns Azulâs contracts into sand and he overblots, your dad is there to witness it.
đŚ:Already five in the evening and the boy ainât right.
He watches you and your friends beat Azul out of his overblot and watches the aftermath.
Safe to say, your father makes you stay away from Azul, Jade, and Floyd.
đŚ: Hold on, where are you going and why do you have a basket?
đŚ: Iâm going mushroom picking with Jade.
đŚ: Is Jade that one that always looks high and acts erratic?
đŚ: No, thatâs his twin brother, Floyd.
đŚ: Either way, donât go with him. He probably does shrooms.
Which leads you to Book 4
Your father does not like Kalim.
đŚ: Hey! Hey! Hands off! You are way too touchy with my daughter!
âď¸: But sheâs my best friend!
đŚ: You just met her five minutes ago.
đ: Kalim, donât go around hug tackling people you just met.
đŚ: You keep him in check. I like that.
Your father becomes the âI like thatâ lady from the Simpsons.
đŚ: âYou run a tight ship. I like that.â âYou keep the boys in check. I like that.â âYou got some intelligence in you. I like that.â
Eventually Jamil overblots, and Jamil doesnât even bother hypnotizing your father. He respects him that much. Which extends to Yuu.
đ: So, whatâs your world like?
You sneak away into the desert to find your friends. Your dad is at Scarabia small talking with Jamil.
Jamil will forever have an ego boost that your father respects him more than Kalim.
Afterwards, when the VDC start to loom over NRC, heâs not opposed to you joining(itâs his chance to get video of you dancing and singing).
That is until he finds out the team is staying in Ramshackle during the training period.
đŚ: No! Absolutely not! Youâre not having 7 boys living in this dorm with you! Especially that Kalim and Ace boy!
đŚ: Dad! If we win we could use the money to renovate Ramshackle!
đŚ:âŚ..fine. But theyâre staying downstairs.
Your father catches a glimpse of Rookâs photobook. He legit tries calling the police.
Boy shenanigans ensue
â¤ď¸: Man Iâm beat from practice.
đŚ:So am I. Iâm taking a nap. Wanna join me?
And for once, Ace actually gets to sleep next to you in a bed. Then it gets ruined by everyone else but Vil joining in. It turned into a group nap on the bed.
Your father finds out and heâs not pleased.
đŚ: GET OUT! And Yuu, weâre having a review of the puberty talk when it comes to boys.
When the VDCâs happen, he gets a recording of Yuu dancing and singing. Unfortunately that was ruined after the revelation that Vil tried to murder Neige.
đŚ: Yuu, weâve gotta kick these people out! One of them tried to kill someone. These boys are not right!
đŚ: Dad! Itâs all good! Heâs back to normal now and we won the competition which means Ramshackle can be renovated!
đŚ: I worry about you. I really do. I never should have let you read Having Adeline.
đŚ: *gasp* They are perfectly good friends!
đŚ: Oh, really? Riddle has anger issues, Cater is just Cater, Trey probably has a fetish for teeth, Deuce is too pugnacious, and Ace keeps trying to sneak into bed with you.
đŚ: But-
đŚ: Leona is a grown man who needs to get his life and inferiority complex together, Jack isâŚactually heâs ok. Ruggieâs such a con artist he would takeover Atlanta. Vilâs vain and murderous, Rook is a French stalker, Epel has masculinity issues. Ortho is a robot boy whoâs too complicit in his brotherâs shenanigans and Idia is an otaku creep who looks like he constantly needs a bath or else heâll look like a zombie.
đŚ: But-
đŚ: Kalimâs too hands on with you, too oblivious to his surroundings, and has no boundaries, Jamilâs ok, something seems off with Lilia, Sebek is going to make you go deaf, Malleus is a creep and under no circumstances should you engage with him, and Silver is alright.
đŚ: Why didnât you mention Octavinelle?
đŚ: Did I need to say anything about them to make them look bad?
đŚ: NoâŚ.no you did not.
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*AHEM*
My murder drones au headcannons (the one with actual digital art)
These đ
Anyways yknow the drill at this point, look under the cut for the headcannons
TW FOR SUICIDE ATTEMPT IN THE HEADCANNONS (I'll have it be in red so you can skip past it if it makes you uncomfortable)
Uzi- Autistic, clearly
She has daddy issues but not nearly as bad as in canon(Khan doesn't leave her for dead in this au she "sacrifices herself") she's still super emo. She has a more scene style. Her, Lizzy and Doll are actually kinda close, they become even closer(become friends) after the series ends, cuz, yknow, Uzi saved the world? Anyways, she's dating N, and she doesn't care that he killed her mom(I mean she does but it only affected them for like, a year, so I guess a long time, they actually broke up cuz of it but they were both fuckin miserable and Nori slapped some sence into her cuz she saw how N looked before killing her and he looked so guilty ((wow the run on sentence go crazy))) So yeah they're the dictionary definition of a great not toxic couple
N- very sweet, very loving good boy. He has PTSD, obviously. It's like, really bad tho. Nightmares every night level bad, and that's how him and this aus Khan bond. They trauma bond, yay!! He's very in touch with his emotions, and he's a bit of a push over. He's a very big people pleaser and has a lot of trouble placing boundaries. Uzi helps him with that when they start dating, so that he doesn't get hurt all the time
V- once you crack her shell, she's a very shy and sweet person, not like her personality back at the manor, but like a mix of her current canon personality and manor. C PTSD, she remembered more than N about the manor before Uzi unlocked those memories. She also has nightmares a lot but Lizzy and Doll help her with them. Nothing cuddles and wholesome movies can't fix. At least for a little bit.
J- bless this girls lonely heart. She's still greiving Tessa(she's alive in Uzis mind just no one knows yet) she ends up breaking down after her and N get into a mother fight after he tries to be there for her for the like, 10000th time. When she comes back to the bunker with N, everyone, understandably, is very suspicious of her. But when she does get there, for the first few months, she's just a husk of her old self. Shes quite and agrees to do anything because she just doesn't care anymore, the moment she starts to truly feel at home is, ironically, during her rock bottom
TW FOR SUICIDE ATTEMPT
V is the one that finds her, she had gotten worried when she noticed all the uneaten oil in front of Js room. When she comes in she sees J with her rifle to her head.
TW OVER
V tackles her and starts interrogating her, asking why and is very worried. J, seeing this, just breaks, she begins to bawl her eyes out, crying about how much she misses Tessa, how she was the love of her life and can't live without her, how she wants to be with her, how she can't take it anymore. V and J spend the next 3 to 4 hours crying together. V had texted N telling him what happened and to get his ass over there now. So, of course he does,when he gets there he sees them hugging and J crying and he joins them, bringing the oil so when Js done crying she can eat. She had been starving herself toAnd this is when J truly sees how much people care about her, which, in turn, makes her cry even harder. When she's done crying N feeds her the oil and they cuddle together for a while. She's a lot better now but she's in for a very big surprise
Cyn- that's right baby! Cyns alive! Because I felt so SO bad for her that I had to have her live in my au. She still talks the same, but she's very sweet and innocent, her and Uzi have an older/younger sister relationship. Her and N reunite in the cutest way, they're both crying and hugging super tight. V and J are tearing up as well. I have more headcannons about her on my drawing of her lol so wait for that lol
Tessa- I don't have a lot of headcannons for Tessa, so just go to the hashtag Died and got over it and take pretty much all the headcannons of Tessa from there and that's how it is here pretty much lol(I'll find the @ I promise)
Thad- he's a straight ally and single(looking at you @rory-multifandom-mess) he's Lizzy's younger twin brother and his personality is pretty much the same. He's friends with the wrong people. He's a very big sweetheart. He's a Femininominon. A green flag icon. The best football player on his team(he isn't a dick about it tho) I don't have anything else for him but I do have a drawing for him so you'll have to wait on that as well lol. Srry
Lizzy- Thads older twin. She's dating V and Doll(you can't stop me) she became friends with Uzi after the show ended. She's a Y2K girlie. She is also very sweet when you tear down the asshole popular girl walls. She's quite traumatized from the show and sometimes has nightmares about it. She doesn't tell anyone but people found out(*cough cough* V and Doll *cough cough*)
Doll- she's dating V and Lizzy, she was never revengeful of V, as her dad survived the attack(so did her mom but literally no one knows that yet) she's still very blunt and has a flat affect, she also doesn't show her emotions a lot, but from the unfinished comic I already posted, when V and Lizzy get back to the bunker after the canon ends she breaks down. She thought they were dead. Uzi and her are cousins(not really but their dads are best friends so they view each other as cousins) I don't even have a last name for her yet so you'll have to wait(again) for the drawing to see more headcannons of her)
Khan- WOOO WE'VE HIT THE JACKPOT BABY! Autistic. He's half DD in my au(and he has the solver with the back hand things that we see nori having at the beginning of episode 7 I think, either 7 or 6 idk) idk how hes part DD yet, my thoughts are either forbidden love or cabin fever failed experiment. I'll probably make a poll of that, see which ones you all like the most. He's very insecure about his body, he used to get bullied back in high school because, no matter which choice I make, he gets to experience high school(with the cabin fever experiment he went missing for like, a year, and then escaped, he tried to get nori and yeva but they told him to go or he'd get killed, so he left, he still has a lot of pent up guilt from that) he's also a trans man(YIPPIE) but he's also curvy, hence the insecurity. He's a good dad and actually helped with the fight with the AS(he fought j as a distraction and effectively got his ass beat((Lizzy laughed at him, he also laughed, he's a dumbass))) so he had to recover from that, also, in my au, him, the teacher(I'm naming him Lewis) and nori are dating, so when Lewis is hanging for his fucking life Khan flies down and saves him lol. Also, he does get to reunite with nori, as everything that happened to her in the show happens in my au, but them reuniting happens differently, through Uzi(yay)
Guh, I've ran out of ideas so when I get more(and the motivation to write more) I'll reblog this post with more headcannons, hope y'all like this lol
#murder drones v#murder drones#murder drones au#khan doorman#nori doorman#serial designation j#serial designation n#serial destination v#murder drones doll#murder drones lizzy#murder drones thad#murder drones teacher(Lewis)#murder drones teacher#tessa james elliot#murder drones cyn#murder drones uzi#uzi doorman#murder drones headcanons
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Love and Deepspace Boys with an MC that's good with children Part.2: Xavier
Summary: You and Xavier help a little boy find his mom. Xavier loves the thought of one day starting a family with you
a/n: this one was really cute, I almost made it way longer. i was gonna add so much more banter back and fourth with the cotton candy vendor but it would have made this fic super long
Genres/Warnings: just pure teeth rotting fluff
Word count: 831
Previous parts 1, 3, 4
You and Xavier were walking hand in hand down the streets of Linkon City. just enjoying each otherâs company. You can hear faint crying coming from an alleyway. âDo you hear that?â you stop and hold onto Xavierâs arm for him to stop too.
âI donât hear anything.â he pauses and cups his ear to try and hear better.
âIt sounds like crying. I wonder where itâs coming from?â You start to follow the sound, Xavier close behind still trying to hear what you hear.
You turn down the nearest ally and see a little boy sitting on a box crying. You quickly move towards him. You bend down next to him âWhat's wrong buddy? Are you lost?â
Without saying a thing he grabs you into a hug and starts crying even more. Xavier standing behind you tries to ask again âHey friend do you need us to help you find your way home, weâre Linkon City hunters and weâd love to help.â The boy stops crying for a moment and looks up at you two
âYouâre hunters? That means you can help me find my mommy right? Sheâs lost and I donât know where she isâ His eyes start to well up with tears again
âDonât worry hunâ you say as you take a tissue out of your pocket to wipe his tears. Weâll definitely find your mommy, hunters are always here to help.â You say with a smile. You pick him up, stand and you all head out of the alley.Â
âWhat does your mommy look like?â you ask the boy.
âSheâs really pretty, just like you,â he said squeezing your cheeks together
You laugh âand what else? Is she tall, or short, what colour is her hair?
âUmm sheâs tall and has long black curly hair, and ummâŚâ he says trying to think of more descriptors.
âSo when did you last see her?â Xavier interrupted
âI donât know, we went to the market together and I said I wanted cotton candy from the cotton candy stall and I went to go get some but then Mommy disappeared.â the boy explained
âHmm, so weâre looking for a tall curly-haired lady at a cotton candy stall.â at this point, you 3 are now just across the street from the open-air market and it's swarming with people âThis is gonna be harder than we thought.â Xavier thought out loud.
âWhat?â the boy says tears starting to form again. âI thought you said you were hunters and you could find my mommy?â the little boy starts to cry again.Â
You shoot Xavier a look. âWhy would you say that?â you lightly slap Xavierâs arm âWeâll definitely find your mom, donât worry. Even if we have to search all night weâll find her. You have my word as a hunterâÂ
The boy seemed to brighten up after that. You crossed the street and into the marketplace. You searched for about an hour when you came across the cotton candy vendor. âOh hello, son did you come back with your mom and dad for more cotton candy? The vendor asked referring to you and Xavier.Â
âNo this isnât my mommy and daddy, theyâre hunters and theyâre gonna help me find them. The boy informed.
âOops Iâm sorry, butâŚâ the vendor looks at both you and Xavier. âThough, you have to admit you 3 make a cute family.â
Xavierâs cheeks turn a light shade of pink picturing being with you and your own baby as a little happy family. âHaha yeah I guess we doâ he rubs the back of his neck
You look at Xavier and smile, but quickly get back to business and give the vendor the description of the boyâs mother, but before he can answerâŚ
âThere you are!â a voice from behind you calls out. You all turn around to see a lady just as the boy described.
âMommy!!! The boy quickly reached out to his mom to hug her almost falling out of your arms, but thankfully she caught him. âThese cool hunters helped me find you!â he exclaimed
His mom looked at both of you with a smile. âThanks so much for helping him, Linkon City should be proud to have hunters like you two.â she thanks you again by buying you each some cotton candy and leaves with her son.
You and Xavier are now walking out of the market together eating your cotton candy. âThat was nice of her,â you say looking at Xavier.
âYeah next time we should help a kid next to a meat skewer stallâ he laughs and you playfully nudge him. âBut the vendor was right about one thingâ
âWhat's that?â you turn to look at Xavier as he reaches for your hand.
âWe did look like a family back there, it was nice.â he looks lovingly into your eyes for a moment. âAnd hey, maybe if we come back as a family he'll give us a discountâ Xavier winks at you mischievously.
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just visiting | trevor zegras
warnings: one (1!) use of "y/n", semi-public sex, hair pulling, unprotected p on v sex (& creampie), fingering, use of pet names (baby <3), praise, slightly? dom!trevor, cussing (<3), light spanking, uhhh eating come i guess? underuse of the name Trevor and overuse of the pronoun "he" as i am known to do in my writing. pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader summary: the one when reader meets trevor zegras in a bar and has a satisfying one night stand with him in the bathroom <3 wc: 2,554
Youâd been dancing with a rotating door of men all night, but your eyes had stayed fixed on one man. Heâs sitting at the end of the bar opposite of the dancing floor. In the time since youâd caught his eye, youâd seen him down two beers. He drank them so slow, so lazily that you thought he mightâve been doing it just so you could see the way his lips wrapped around the bottle. Heâd come with friends, but theyâd all left him a while ago. At this point, itâs well past 2am and you were still waiting for him to get the balls to come over to you. The men who danced with you all thought they had a chance, but you knew and this man at the bar knew that at the end of the night, it would be you two, in a bed, all over each othersâ bodies.
The man behind you now is certainly feeling the effects of your rolling hips. His attraction to you is pressing against the small of your back and his hands clutch at your hips, bunching the fabric of your dress. The hem of the dress, a sexy little red number that you only wear when you want to pull someone, is riding up more than you are wholly comfortable with, but the exposed skin has drawn the eye of the man at the bar. In the low light, you canât tell what color they are, but you know that theyâre shining with a challenge. He likes what he sees, but here he is, waiting for the chase. You pointedly roll your eyes at him and turn around to face the guy youâre already with. Youâll make do with what you already have. The guy at the bar isnât going anywhere.
The guy youâre dancing with is cute, but not turn-your-head cute. Heâs got some height on you, just enough that you have to lean up on your tiptoes to rest your arms on his shoulders. Heâs got a five oâclock shadow of a beard that rubs nicely against your jaw when he leans down to whisper an invitation back to his place in your ear, but before you can answer, two new hands round your waist and pull you away from him.
âSorry, but sheâs already spoken for,â says the voice from behind you. You glance behind you to find the man from the bar, and you have to choke back a grin.Â
The man you were dancing with looks confused for a second, but drops the issue with a raise of his hands. âSorry, man. Didnât know.â He walks off, probably in search of a new target for the night. There are only so many people left, considering the bar closes at 4 and itâs nearly 3.
âFinally,â you sigh, reaching up to lace your fingers in the manâs hair. He makes it easier for you, coming down to give the curve of your neck a ghost of a kiss. âTook you long enough.â
âSorry,â he repeats, but it sounds like heâs got a smile on his lips. âWasnât sure if you were ready for me.â
âBeen ready for you.â You turn towards him and take his hand, guiding it down between your legs so he can steal a touch. You pull it back after just one pass and he groans.Â
He leans into your space and captures your lips with his. His tongue traces your bottom lip after only a moment and you open, letting him in. He invades your mouth with his tongue and itâs hot, and passionate, and says everything that you need to know better than he could have put it into words. You break apart and he presses his hips into yours, sneaking one of his hands up to graze over the swell of your breasts. âBathroom?â He asks.
âNot your place?â You reply.
âIâm visiting,â he says. âAnd Iâm sharing a hotel room with someone.â
You hum, thinking about your options. Heâs hot and youâve been playing this game all night, waiting for this moment. Any of the other guys would have sufficed, but you knew from the first moment you locked eyes with this guy that he would make this a night to remember. Your place wasnât far, but you tried not to go back to your apartment with strange men, especially since you live alone and your apartment building isnât the securestâ something you learned from an experience with the last guy you brought home⌠who couldnât quite understand that it was a one-and-done thing. If this guy wasnât willing to take you back to his hotel room and kick his roommate out, the bathroom might just be your only option.
âBathroom works,â you agree and take his hand. You lead him through the crowd of people. You reach the bathroom and knock on the door of the single-stall one, hoping that thereâs no one in it. When you donât hear anything, you test the handle, and it swings open easily. You let out the breath you were holding and smile to yourself, dragging this guy in behind you. He turns you so your back is against the door and traps you there, reaching around to press the lock. He leans down and kisses you again, licking into your mouth right off the bat.
âIâm Trevor,â he says between kisses.Â
âCute,â you reply, sounding a little breathless already. âIâm Y/N.âÂ
âNice to meet you.â His hands find their way to the back of your thighs and he lifts you up. You let out an embarrassing squeal out of surprise and automatically wrap your legs around his waist. He chuckles against your lips at your reaction. Still kissing you, he carries you over to the sink and sets you down. Trevorâs deft fingers trace their way to your pussy from your thighs and rub you deliciously.
You let out a breathy moan as he applies just the right amount of pressure to your clit with his thumb before taking it away. He rubs his knuckle up and down your panty-covered folds. âSo wet already?â He teases, sounding proud of himself. âAll we did was kiss a little.âÂ
You slide your fingers through his hair and grab on, pulling him back in so your lips reconnect. âI bet youâre no better,â you reply. You mirror his actions, reaching your hand down to feel him. Heâs hard, just like you expected, but you didnât expect him to feel so big. You make a content noise as you continue to palm him through his pants, imagining him inside you.
âFound something you like?â He asks, rolling his hips into your hand as he moves your panties to the side and swipes a finger through your wetness. âI did.â He brings the finger up to his mouth and sucks your juices off of it. âHmm. Sweet.â
You sigh at his comment and your hands fumble with the zipper on his jeans. He reaches down to help you out, sliding the zipper down himself after batting your hands away. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to reveal himself to you. âTrevor,â you breathe out when you catch sight of his cock. Itâs pretty and hard and itâs positively leaking. You want to put your mouth on it and go to hop down from the sink, but Trevor stops you.
âWanna get my fingers in you first, baby,â he says. He delicately slides your panties down your legs and kisses your cheek sweetly before taking them all the way off. He stuffs them in his back pocket and gives you a wink before sliding one of his long fingers inside you. He pumps the digit in and out of you slowly, relishing in the way your walls suck him in and clench around him.Â
Your fingers clutch at the bicep thatâs holding you in place and moan as his finger speeds up. He adds another, curling them in a way that makes you crave him even more. You grind down on his hand, chasing the orgasm thatâs building inside of you. When he starts to press sloppy kisses on your neck, itâs over. Heâs leaving a hickey on your pulse point when you clench down on him and drop your head back, seeing stars with every continued curl and pump of his fingers.
âThatâs it,â he soothes. âGood girl. Look so pretty coming for me, baby. Want to see it again.âÂ
He guides you down so your feet are touching the ground and turns you, bending you over the sink. You can see him in the mirror, brown hair messy from when you were running your fingers through it. You drink him inâ the flush on his cheeks, the concentration in his eyes as he begins to rub the tip of his cock over your folds. You clench down on nothing and you smile to yourself as his pupils dilate. His eyes flicker up and meet yours in the mirror. You give him a shit-eating smile and he returns it after thrusting inside you. Your mouth drops open and his smile broadens, although you donât get the chance to see it, considering your eyes are rolling into the back of your head as you adjust to his length.
âOh my God,â you moan as he fucks into you, rolling his hips slowly just to tease you. You begin to push back against him, trying to meet his hips so his tip reaches that point inside you. His hand reaches up and makes a ponytail out of your hair, pulling it harshly. âOh my God,â you repeat.
âStop trying to fuck yourself on my cock,â Trevor admonishes. âLet me do the work, pretty girl. Let me make you feel good.â He lets go of your hair and his hand slides down to hold onto your hip, his other hand resting there already. He speeds up, bucking his hips into you hard and fast, making you shift forward with every thrust. If you thought about it too long, youâd feel the dull pain of the counter pressing against your skin, but right now, all you can focus on is the pleasure of his cock meeting your g-spot with every thrust.
âTrevor,â you whine, dropping your head and reaching down to try and get a hand on your clit. âPlease,â you beg, needing just a bit more.Â
He raises a hand and spanks you hard enough to leave a pink handprint. He steps back and pulls you with him, so you can reach a hand between your legs and rub furious circles on your swollen bud. Trevor soothes the handprint on your ass with a rub before bringing it down again just to watch the way your ass jiggles. His hips jump when you clench down on him after the impact and Trevor suddenly realizes just how close he is to coming.
âFuck,â he hisses, bending over and plastering his chest against your back. He reaches around you with both hands, his right battering your hand away to rub your clit for you and his left coming up to your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers.Â
The added stimulation sends shivers up your spine and you canât help the noises that spill out of you.
âClose, baby?â Trevor asks, eyes boring into yours in the mirror.
âSo close,â you reply. âPlease, Trevor.â Youâre not even sure what youâre begging for, what more he could even do for you since his cock is thrusting inside you and hitting all the right spots and his hands feel like theyâre everywhere all at once.Â
Trevor moans in your ear, thrusting somehow harder into you. âBeen thinking about you like this all night,â he groans, then presses a kiss to your shoulderblade. âShow me again how gorgeous you look when you come, baby?â
Maybe itâs the tilt of his head and the way his eyes soften as they meet yours in the mirror, or maybe itâs the way he sounds like heâs pleading with you, like itâs a privilege to see you come undone on his cock. Maybe itâs the fact that you can feel him pulsing inside of you, his thrusts becoming more and more stuttered as he gets closer, but holds off because he wants you to reach that point first.Â
No matter the reason, within a split second of Trevor asking you to show him what you look like when you come, your legs begin to shake and you canât even manage to keep your head up as you let go. Trevor grabs your hair and lifts your head again, and you clench down on him as your vision goes white and your climax overcomes you.Â
You hear a strangled moan behind you and feel him let go, painting your walls white as he releases inside you and continues to fuck you through your release. Youâre breathless and when your vision returns, you think heâs beautiful behind you, eyes closed and mouth open. Your heart clenches at the sight and you wonder if, in another life, youâd have him like this every night.
âFuck,â he whispers into the silence after you both have come down from your orgasms.Â
âYeah,â you reply, and you almost frown at the loss when he pulls out of you. You jump when he swipes a finger over your folds and collects some of the fluid thatâs leaking out of you.
Trevor turns you around and brings his wet fingers to your lips, staring into your eyes with a silent question. You open your mouth as an answer and suck the come off his fingers, a mixture of both of your pleasure that almost makes you want him again.Â
His mouth parts slightly as he stares at your lips around his fingers. Heâs lost in the moment as you swirl your tongue around his digits, the same way you would if it were his cock. âYouâre so hot,â he mumbles, sounding almost disappointed. âBut you know that Iâmââ
âJust visiting,â you interrupt, letting his fingers fall from your mouth. You give him a soft smile, looking up at him through your eyelashes. âI know.â
âYou were amazing,â he tells you. âJustâŚâ he trails off, then sighs. âAmazing.â
âYou werenât too bad yourself, hotshot,â you reply, leaning up to give him a brief peck on the lips. His hands find their way around your waist and his lips follow yours when you pull away. âBut you wouldnât want to worry your roommate in the hotel, would you? Out so late, they might be scared that you got lost orâŚâ
Trevor lets out a little huff of laughter and bites your lip playfully. âI donât think he missed me.â He pulls back.Â
You pull your dress down so youâre completely covered again. âWell, Trevor, if youâre ever back in town,â you offer, knowing that itâs probably never going to happen again and that this was a spur of the moment thing. âIâll be here.â
He nods, leaning down to kiss you one more time. You turn around to fix your hair in the mirror, watching him as he retreats, opening the bathroom door and exiting through it. Youâll probably never see him again, but hey, a girl can always hope.
notes: happy first "posted on tumblr & shared in a way that will impact my digital footprint"! this fic comes at the encouragement of my friend hannah (@johncena2020) & trevor was chosen by the one and only wheelofnames.com. let me know your thoughts/comments/concerns/quibbles/questions & reach out if you want!! i'm looking to write as much as i can to get over the bit of writer's block i have had since, like, forever... and smut seems like the perfect way to do it since i'm a huge consumer of the nhl smut genre. xoxoxoxo hugs and kisses always, andy girl <3
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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 11
The second one for today. Steve and Eddie have an actual conversation about their wants and needs from the relationship.
Pt 1Â Pt 2Â Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10
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Eddie laughed when Steve explained the reason for the flowers that night over drinks. âDo you really think your parents will leave you alone now?â
Steve shrugged. ��Maybe, maybe not. But theyâll fuck off for awhile at least. And honestly you canât buy that kind of peace.â
He smiled. âDamn straight. My own dear ole dad came out of the woodwork when Corroded Coffin hit it big. Tried to take credit for teaching me to play guitar.â
Steve leaned forward, chin on his fist. âIâm guessing thatâs nowhere near what actually happened?â
âOh hell no,â Eddie scoffed. âHe taught me how to hotwire cars, blend into crowds to get away from cops, and how to lie through your teeth so convincingly that no one could tell. But you want to know who did teach me how to play? My Uncle Wayne. The man who took me in when the cops finally caught up with the rat bastard.â
Steve sighed wistfully. âGod, what I would have given to have an Uncle Wayne. But sadly, when the test came back as infertile all they could think about was how to ârecoup the loss of having an omega for a sonâ.â
Eddieâs eyes nearly bulged out of his head. âAre you fucking with me?â
âI wish I was,â Steve said mournfully, shaking his head. âMost of the men on my dadâs side of the family were alphas and if they werenât then they were omegas pumping out babies like a machine.â
Eddie winced and took Steveâs free hand in his. âIâm sorry, baby. Thatâs got have been so hard.â
Steve squeezed Eddieâs hand with a sigh. âThe disappointment was so palpable in that doctorâs office you could cut it with a knife.â He shook his head. âThey even refused further testing, even though my great-great grandmother on my motherâs side was a golden omega.â
âReally?â Eddie said, his eyebrows shooting up. âDamn. Those are super rare.â
Steve nodded. âI have two friends with red hair and thatâs more common than a golden omega.â
âBut if they were so desperate for money why didnât they test for it?â he asked gently.
Steve shrugged. âMy dad is a skinflint. The cost of the test outweighed the gamble on my chance of being ultra-fertile instead.â
âDamn just think you could have had your choice of any alpha in the country,â Eddie teased, âif they had and you turned out to be one.â
Steve shook his head, wrapping Eddieâs hand in both of his. âNah, I prefer it this way, I have a job I love, a best friend I couldnât live without and you. If I had been a golden omega, my parents would have made me chose from the crustiest, conservative assholes they could find.â
Eddied ducked his head and blushed to the roots of his hair. âSo Iâm assuming the label sent you a copy of the interview today?â he asked shyly.
Steve nodded. âOf course. You were so cute.â
âSo call me stupid,â he said clearing his throat, âbut I didnât know escorts were allowed partners. I looked it up, a couple even have bonds. Like how the fuck does that work?â
Steve laughed bright and clear and Eddie went to remove his hand from his, but Steve held on tight.
âI wasnât laughing at you, babe,â Steve soothed. âI was laughing because Robin thought that you werenât aware and told me to clear it up with you. That was the main reason for drinks tonight.â
Eddie blinked at him owlishly. âWait, really?â
âOf course,â Steve said. âBut to answer your question about how omegas with bondmates can still be escorts, you forget that a lot of what we do isnât about sex. Everyone associates escorts with sex, but thatâs just a common misconception. Sometimes people just want the attention of a kind omega with no strings attached.â He kissed Eddieâs knuckles gently. âAnd then there are the ones that want a âcheatingâ scenario without the drama of actually cheating.â
Eddie frowned. âSo how does that work?â
âThey want to have sex with a bonded omega,â Steve explained. âBut without having to worry that there would an actual alpha gunning for them.â
âAnd their alpha doesnât care theyâre having sex with other alphas?â Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side, his eyes gentle and curious, not judging.
Steve shook his head. âNope. Things can change, of course. A famous Starcourt escort Mia Sanchez retired last year because her alpha asked her to. But they had been bonded for fifteen years before retirement.â
âHuh.â
That filled Eddie with a warmth he didnât know he was missing until that moment. He licked his bottom lip slowly.
âAnd if I wanted to properly court you,â he asked easily, âwhat would you say to that?â
Steve grinned back at him. âIâd say yes.â
Eddie leapt from his seat and came around the table to kiss him firmly on the lips.
Steve laughed, breaking the kiss, but Eddie didnât mind. He couldnât be happier.
âSo you donât want me to chose between you and my job, then?â Steve asked, referring to their contract.
Eddie shook his head. âIf there was a way that you could be happy with both, darlinâ, that was choice I was always going to make.â
âWhat about the Grammyâs and your rut?â Steve asked, concerned. He felt bad, but he still wanted to get paid for those things. He didnât want to suddenly have Eddie expect them for free now that they were courting.
âDonât worry, Stevie,â Eddie murmured into his omegaâs ear. âThe contract will still be for those things, we just wonât have a fake break up of our fake relationship after my rut.â
Steveâs lip wobbled. âWould it be a real break up of a real relationship?â he asked softly.
Eddie pulled him in for a big hug. âNot for all the gold in all the world. Okay?â
He let out a shuddering breath. âIâm okay with that.â
Eddie kissed him again before going back to sit down in his chair. âSo for the Grammyâs I looked over those two outfits you sent me for suggestion on what you should wear.â
Steve smiled, grateful for the change of topic to something safer and more comfortable for him. âYeah, which one did you prefer? I mean, I have closet full of amazing clothes and if nothing suits your fancy...â he half shrugged, âit gives me chance to go shopping.â
Eddie laughed. âNo, no. I loved them both. Though taking you shopping has itâs appeal...â He shook his head. âIâm getting off the track here. I want you to wear the mini to the awards and the pant suit to the Vanity Fair after party.â
Steveâs mouth formed an âOâ and he grinned. âThat is a fantastic idea. I love it.â
âI thought youâd like that,â Eddie said with a grin. âDo you get to wear much stuff thatâs just for you or do you have to be âStarcourt Escortâ twenty four seven?â
Steve shrugged. âItâs a bit half and half if Iâm honest. I donât have to be dressed to the nines all the time...â
âBut if you donât,â Eddie said with a growl, âall the tabloids say that youâre âletting yourself goâ?â
Steve blushed and nodded.
âWhat would you want to wear if you werenât âescort Steveâ?â Eddie asked, motioning to the waiter that they needed another round.
âItâs stupid,â he said, tucking his chin tightly to his chest. âIâm a fashion plate. Thatâs what Iâm supposed to be.â
Eddie clicked his tongue and wagged his finger. âNone of that. I wonât let anyone talk shit about my boyfriend, not even himself.â
That surprised a laugh out of him. âI like the polos, Henleyâs, and chinos look. Lame I know.â
Eddieâs eyebrows shot up. That was not the answer he had expected at all. He thought it would have been sweat pants and baggy sweaters.
âItâs not lame if it makes you feel good about yourself,â he insisted.
Another couple of bottles of beer arrived and Steve grabbed one. He just held it in his hands. He let out a long sigh.
âYou know how we can roleplay situations for clients?â
Eddie nodded. They had done the meet-cute in a bar roleplay just last night.
âThereâs one you wonât find on my list,â he continued. âAt least not anymore.â
Eddie could feel the tension build between them. Whatever this was about was fucking hard for Steve to talk about.
âSometimes busy executives and business owners like to have a scenario where they come home to a cute little omega housewife. If itâs a female omega, think the 1950s type. Dresses and high heels.â
And suddenly what Steve was talking about hit Eddie like a fist to the solar plexus. Male omegas would be in the polos and chinos. But the roleplay had tainted Steveâs love for those kinds of clothes and it made Eddie furious.
âAnd if youâre seen out and about wearing them,â he guessed, âpeople think youâre doing the roleplay, donât they?â
Steve flushed in shame. He nodded once.
âShit, sweetheart,â he murmured. âAre you sure you like this job?â
Steveâs head snapped up. âYes! The good far out weighs the bad. Like ruts without an omega can actually fuck up an alpha body. Like completely wreck it to hell. So I get to go in and help these alphas that donât have an omega they can trust and help them through one of the worst weeks of their year and that it happens multiple times, anywhere from three to five depending on their age. Yes, Iâm trained to be charming and great in bed, but that? Thatâs what makes everything worth while.â
He was panting at the end of his rant, eyes wild, hands clutching Eddieâs fiercely.
Eddie chuckled. âAll right, darlinâ. I didnât mean to offend.â
Steve ducked his head and Eddie gently lifted it back up with two fingers. âI like that youâre passionate about what you love, honey. It makes you sparkle.â
Steve looked down at his watch and cursed. âIâve got to go.â He looked back up at him. âBut Iâll see you on Friday?â
Eddie grinned. âItâs a date, sweetheart.â
Steve hopped off his seat and walked away.
Eddie shook his head and murmured, âHate to see you leave, but damn do I love to watch you go.â
Steve ass looked amazing in whatever the guy wore. But now Eddie understood his need for hyper-masculinity. Even when he was wearing that golden dress, it highlighted his flat chest and broad thighs.
People made assumptions about who Steve was based on what he was wearing at all times and if he was even the slightest bit not what people expected he got hell for it.
In a lot of ways, Steveâs every move was even more scrutinized than Eddieâs and he was the frontman of a very famous metal band. He couldnât imagine living the way Steve did. But despite all the hang ups and downsides, Steve was happy and you really couldnât buy that.
He paid the tab and walked out onto the pavement. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. He let out the smoke slowly and flicked away the ash.
Eddie was content with his lot in life for the first time since he moved in with his uncle, Wayne. Wayne was always supportive of whatever Eddie wanted to do in life and was happy to hear about Steve.
And even happier when Eddie had called him this afternoon to tell him Stevie might agree to date without all the hoopla of the agency. Everything Eddie did, Wayne was sure to hear about it first.
Wayne was home. No matter the distance. Something Eddie never thought heâd find out here in California.
Stevie was quickly becoming home for him. He never thought he would want to mate, not after seeing how horrible his parents acted. But now?
Now he couldnât wait to start courting the most beautiful omega in the world.
Eddie took another drag of his cigarette and then flicked it away. He hailed a cab and gave directions for home.
He couldnât wait to show Steve off on live television. And maybe just maybe win a Grammy or two.
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Lily is making throwaways to talk to herself now cause she's too afraid to turn anons back on.
[Lily's post]
There are so many golden nuggets in here. Since these are both most likely Lily lets look at a few!
Lily's media takes are beyond just bad, she asserts that the creators of children's cartoons are dangerous extremists for perceived bad messaging in their works that Lily just makes up.
Even without that Lily's takes on symbolism, metaphor, and just basic narrative structure are worth examining because they are some of the most bizarre and ignorant many of us have ever encountered.
But no one "orients their life around you", Lily. It just feels that way because you sit in your subsidized apartment on the internet all day ordering Door Dash from a Subway you could easily walk to. I'd say get some sun but you'd probably turn to ash like a vampire.
As for me? I do something you're incapable of: putting on a show.
No one cares you're trans, Lily. Get over it. Plenty of trans people exist in online nerd culture. You can't hide from the consequences of your own words and actions by using your demographic as shield.
Pfft. They could try. Go ahead. Make videos about me. Hell, Lily, unlike you I don't even hold or delete comments. The little anklebiters who like to lecture me in my comment section don't seem to realize I'm the one allowing them to be there expressing their stupid ignorant opinions because that aligns with my principles.
Lily doesn't make a video about me because she knows I'd just react to and laugh at it. And with any luck YouTube has taken her ability to copyright strike away because she's used it maliciously 9 times.
Also retard. Just say retard, Lily. Not "tradigrade" not "child left behind" not "fetal alcohol syndrome". Just say retard.
You clearly want to. And are bitter you can't because of the insular audience you've cultivated.
This is how I know it's you because only Lily Orchard could be upset I criticized the bland Antarctica anime for being a bland Antarctica anime the sole focus of which is to get 4 teenage moeblobs on a big technical ship. Which is written by a middle aged man who does nothing but moeblob shows and directed by a woman who does nothing but moeblob shows. They both worked on No Game No Life, Lily. You know. This:
The one with the 11 year old loli in love with her step brother. Actually Lily it sounds right up your alley. You should watch it next.
Antarctica show is so full of so many plot contrivances. Why does Shirase just carry her wad of Antarctica cash everywhere and dropped it so carelessly? It's sure convenient that her and Kimari just happen to go to the same school and Kimari happens to hear her loudly wailing about the money in the bathroom. How does Hinata, a 16 year old high school drop out who works in a convenience store think she can even hope to afford this trip? Where are her parents in this anyway? We never see them.
The girls only get on the trip in the first place because another girl who is a child star vlogger just happens to be also going and just happens to contact them wanting them to go in her stead. And after making friends with them she tells her mother that she won't go without the other 3 girls but... the rest of the expedition that adamantly refused to let them on before just suddenly agrees to take them? Because this one minor celebrity and her manager mom who isn't even going said so? Takako only wanted to go to Antarctica because it just sounded neat, she's not an artic researcher, or engineer, or anything that would justify her being out there (a woman in STEM? Perish the thought says 50 year old Jukki Hanada I guess) and she died out in a blizzard trying to get a laptop to email her daughter who she has now left motherless for no good reason. And this is only ever treated as heartwarming and not idiotic.
Face it Lily. The entire show exists just to get 4 teenage girls on a big ship so otaku men can enjoy both brainless moeblobs and technical ship porn. The show sure likes to emphasize over and over how the girls are joshi kosei too. Why couldn't the show have been about the trip of the adult women (who incidentally also act like brainless teenage girls in the show)?
Yeah you guys aren't winning against me on Utena lol. Here, have my post where I have the video walking people through the episode itself. If you want to ignore the actual text of the series in order to appear morally forthright that's your own problem:
And everyone on the bus clapped, and that Asian woman's name? Albert Einstein. What does this have to do with anything except poisoning the well by linking this unsourced incident in peoples' minds to Ant and I?
Also it's Twitter. So Twitter is bad and unreasonable here, but they're not bad and unreasonable when they're squawking at me over a classic anime they've never even watched. Or squawking at Ant cause "L-L-Lily is totes a Native trans woman?? So you can't criticize any of the batshittery that spews constantly from her face hole??"
Ah now we're on to Lily's response to herself.
Oh look out Ant, Lily's got damning screenshots she just can't show anybody right now.
Probably similar to when she happily accepted a screenshot from Poppy of Poppy being creepy to Courtney and tried to blame Courtney for it.
Lily you attract attention when people talk about you because the wider nerdy internet knows your takes are insanely bad. And they know your takes are all tangled up in your personal dramas and heinous actions. They can tell. You're not as subtle as you think you are.
I cut together my response to your bad Utena takes in your 2023 Steven Universe video on a whim and slapped it on my completely unestablished personal YouTube account. It got 5k views in a few days. That's how disliked you are.
Nobody knows who I am but you sure copyright struck 4 of my livestream VODs trying to take my channel down. The 4 VODs where I most talk about your blatantly obvious incest fetish at that. Nobody knows who I am but I've gained 10k subs in 6 months primarily from dunking on you. Because I'm better at YouTube than you are.
And people do bitch at me for saying retard constantly. And you know why I keep doing it? Because the ones who most often tell me not to are some of the most annoying, entitled, self-righteous, puritanical control freaks and it's an easy way to weed them out.
By the way have fun trying to find a lawyer within 10 days who will tell you "Why yes, Lily, you can absolutely copyright these videos of yours full of footage that belong to Viacom, Netflix, Amazon, Toei Animation, Dreamworks, Activision-Blizzard, and many more!"
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Collection of Overlords _ Part 15 = Requested
[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]
Part 1 â Part 1.5 â Part 2 â Part 3 â Part 4 â Part 5 â Part 6 â Part 7 â Part 8 â Part 9Â â Part 10 â Part 11 â Part 12 â Part 13 â Part 14 â Part 15 (here) â Part 16 â Epilogue
âNow thenâŚâ All attention was on the one remaining individual on the platform.Â
Valentino finally got back up on his two feet and snapped, âI never gave up on my title! I still hold mine!â He pointed at his former teammates, âItâs those a**h*les that gave up.â
You sighed, âYes, yes, I know that.â You threw the necklace youâve taken from Vox at him. âThey left of their own accord and you never had a say in it. Even one member is still a group, I guess. So youâre now just the V Overlord.â
Valentino picked up the necklace with neither grace nor elegance, one of his eyes narrowed as he eyed it, âWhat the f**kâs this for?â
That one thoughtless comment made everyone snap their attention to the lone demon on the platform, their eyes glowing with malice and their forms and aura turning on edge and hostile. Your Cages all glared their beady eyes at the Moth Demon, wanting to tear into his form for such disrespect. Meanwhile, you couldnât care less because it was practically exacted that he was going to make such a comment.
Before any of your loyal Overlords could do anything to punish Valentino for his actions, Husk rose from his seat with his hand raised by his face. âIf I may.â Everyone looked over to him, you gave Husk a nod of approval to continue, amusement and anticipation already bubbling within you. âAs a new returned Overlord, I want to prove myself once more.â
âHow so? Havenât you done enough?â Alastor taunted to Huskâs side, his eyes glowed dangerously at Huskâs claims. âHere to challenge my place?â
âMaybe not now.â Husk smirked back, undeterred with his goal. His smirk dropped as he stared down at Valentino and pointed a clawed finger at him. âI want to challenge Valentino for a soul contract.â He turned to you with a bow, âWith My Sovereignâs permission and accursed blessing.â
You huffed with a small twitch that showed a smirk.
âHe canât f***ing do that! Contracts canât be challenged like this!â Valentino screamed profanities. âDont like just because the Vees are separated now and you just getting minor praise can make you some useful sh*t.â
âYou have no right to say that, only Our Sovereign can make that decision.â Zeezi spoke up with her arms crossed over her chest, âYou think all your soul contracts you own is yours to keep? Think again.â She growled, âEverything in Hell is Our Sovereignâs possession, including souls of all Sinners.âÂ
All other Overlords stared down at Valentino as Zeezi laid the last obvious point. âThis is the fundamental information all Overlords know. The truth.â
Everyoneâs solemn gaze on Valentino made him speechless and for the first time in forever, Valentino didnât argue or shout anything from his mind. Though his self-control was long overdue since your patience has long ran out.Â
âVoice your thoughts, Husk.â You announced since Valentino was knocked in his place.Â
âYes.â Husk bowed to you before appealing to his Overlord companions. âItâs obvious that Valentino doesnât treat his people kind or well, but this is Hell so whatâs the harm. No problem, right? No. Not when itâs about my friend.â
Zestial chuckled, his palm opening as he gestured to Husk. âCousin? Overlords needeth only dominance ovâr their souls and controleth. If ât be true itâs a meagâr mattâr such as this, pârhaps thou art foolish to returneth. (Friend? Overlords need only dominance over their souls and control. If itâs a meager matter such as this, perhaps you are foolish to return.)â
Rosie laughed, covering her mouth with his hand from time to time, âIf thatâs all then, Alastorâs the same right? I doubt he treated you any better but no one came to defend you. Arenât you being too righteous for a mere Sinner?â
Zeezi snickered, âMaybe he should be redeemed.â
âI have sworn loyalty to My Sovereign.â Husk reaffirmed. âItâs not as simple as wanting my friend to be treated betterâŚâ Huskâs hand balled into a fist. âIf his soul is to be owned by anyone, Iâd rather it be me.â
âIf you do own your friendâs soul, I doubt you can maintain your current relationship with him.â Carmilla noted.Â
âWhy ever not? Niffty is a wonderful gal to be around. Even when I force her in the hotel.â Alastor grinned with his head tilted to the side.
âThatâs your business.â Vox mumbled, but the demons heard him either way.
Husk snapped his fingers, âOh, did I mention his name? Heâs Angel Dust, porn star, addict and more. But the most important point is that he is the Princess of Hellâs first client in her Haz- Happy Hotel.â He placed a hand over his chest while gesturing to Valentino, âSo isnât it better for a figure like him to be under my command than Valentino?â
âDeary, your point doesnât stand. If thatâs the case, the most trusted and favoured of Our Liegeâs collection should be the one to own that soul.â Rosie said innocently.
âI can leverage with our friendship or former friendship and closer bond.â Husk pointed out.
A resounding clap made everyoneâs bickering stop as they all turned to you who was smiling eerily, âLetâs have the star of the talk here then, hm? This wouldnât end anytime soon if I let you all continue.â With a snap of your fingers, a vortex appeared in the area nearest to you a few meters above the ground. No sooner, a figure was dropped onto the platform. âWelcome, Angel Dust, or should I call you Anthony?â
âOw ow owâŚâ Angel slowly got up, the first figure his eyes landed on was you. He didnât even hide his shock but there was a hint of expectedness in his eyes, his gaze scanned to the right and then left side of you, spotting the other Overlords all staring down at him. His gaze showed shock and confusion when he noticed Husk. âHuskâŚ?â
Husk didnât say anything but stared back, hoping Angel would understand the situation heâs in and remain calm. With Alastor beside Husk as well, Angel was more keen on staying as tamed as possible, plus he didnât want to cross you anytime soon or in the future.
âAngel Dust!â Valentino screamed the spider demonâs name. âGet you a** over here this instant!â
Angel didnât even need to move before a transparent dome in the form of a cage encased him from within. It appeared the moment there was a snap of your fingers. You declared, âThere will be no ordering Angel around nor harming him. Heâs my guest after all.â You waved your hand in Huskâs direct and he disappeared from his booth to reappear on the platform next to Valentino. âBut heâs also the subject of this discord in my presence.â
A contract formed hovering over your open palm, one with a distinctive signature from Angel himself. Valentino bit back his words as he clenched his fists to his side while glaring at Husk from the side of his eyes behind his glasses, unable to move against you. Husk watched with relief as Angelâs contract was now in your hands.Â
Different from what you have done with Huskâs contract, you asked Alastor for it and he gave. Of course he was already in on the ploy and have long agreed to set Husk free from his leash, as it was your will. However, with Valentino, you had forcefully taken the contract from him without room for a fight. Such was your power and authority over souls, you could just control everyone in Hell, yet you, to some degree, offer freedom and free rein for them to do as they please.Â
Though, one could also argue you allowed all this because you wanted to watch the souls under your suffer and torture themselves in their unique way.Â
âWhat is all this?â Angel questioned as he gripped the bars, looking up at you. âWhat do you want?â
âNothing more than to bring back peace within my collection, dear Angel.â You hummed with a small smile. âYou can sit back and relax, for you have little to do. All you need to know is there might be a change of ownership for your soul.â Ignoring Angelâs shock look, you focused on Husk and Valentino, âThere will be three rounds to determine the master of Angelâs soul. First two rounds are each of your choice, and the last is a secret. Whoever has more wins, will take this contract.â
Valentino turned to look over at Velvette and Vox.
âThere will be no assistance of any kind.â You interrupted Valentinoâs thoughts. âYou are your own Overlord, you donât share your title any more. You will find that summoning your soul contractees here to do your bidding wonât work as well.â
âFine.â Valentino dropped his glare, he took out his guns from under coat and his wings revealed themselves. âIâll deciding the first round.â
âBe my guest.â Husk let Valentino do the first pick.
âShooting.â Valentino grinned with his guns raised, target boards appeared all around. âWhoever shoots more of those⌠red things, wins. Uh⌠In one minutes or something. No⌠Wait, 30 seconds. Weâll take turns.â
âEasy enough.â Husk nodded.
Valentino chuckled, âYouâll regret challenging me. Fur cat.â
âHusk, back out while you still can.â Angel pleaded.
Husk looked back, giving him a reassured smile, âLook, itâs gonna be okay. This bartender is more than just that.â
âReady, set⌠Go!â Valentino without waiting for Husk to get out of the way began shooting, his four arms all raised forward in a cross shape. Then his feet turned his entire body around while he continued shooting, making sure he covered all 360 degrees.Â
Husk being quick on his feet and reflexes, flew up into the air, easily avoiding all the bullets. He watched as Valentino shot all the targets in the bullseyes without pausing to aim, no shot was missed. By the time 30 seconds was over, all the targets had a bullet hole.Â
âThatâs 360 shots.â Carmilla counted.Â
Valentino pridefully smirked as he pocketed away his guns. âLetâs see you beat that. Kitty cat.â
âYeah, sure.â Husk materialized a deck of cards and held a few cards like a fan. âReady,â He raised his hand. âSet,â He aimed and that made the audiencesâ eyes widened while Valentino wasnât even paying attention. âShoot.â
Husk flied his charged cards straight at Valentino. He cursed as a impaled into his wings one by one. He has screamed what Husk was doing, but Husk didnât say a word and continued. Everyoneâs eyes glued to the scene in front of them, Valentino unable to skillfully defend himself while Husk appeared to be taking free shots. But all his cards did in fact land on the âred thingsâ.
From Valentinoâs wings to his hat and glasses, to even the heart shaped decorations in his fur around his neck. All over Valentinoâs body was Huskâs magically charged cards that prevented its removal and Valentinoâs healing just worked against him as he providede more red things for Husk to target.Â
Angel was gasped at the scene, yes Husk did mention he was once an Overlord, but he never imagined Husk was this ruthless and cruel. All he knew was the grumpy bartender at the hotel that jokes and plays around. You grinned while Husk remained indifferent, continuing to launch attack after attack with precision and strength. It was a wonderful decision to support Husk once more.
You turned your attention over to Alastor, though even with your eyes closed, he sensed your gaze and looked away from the scene. You nodded your head at him with a soft smile and Alastor bowed his head. He mouthed, âMy pleasure to bring you the best of entertainment, My Liege.â
Note:Â Designing the fights is a bit hard for me cause I'm not sure how to do it, nor am I good with fight scenes, so bear with me. Husk might be a bit OOC here and later on, but I wanted him to mix some Overlord qualities and his new self together. On another note~ There's finally some Alastor stuff haha.
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Season 2 shows us Sahed's life is a series of cages and betrayals growing more constraining each time. That he hasn't given up is impressive (but giving up would not be in his character). Anger and magic is basically all he has to hold on to, and I think we have yet to see if his anger at Tonny was misplaced.
Cage 1: the concentration camp that he grew up in.
I'm not sure exactly how long ago this was, but I'm guessing 100 years, which means Ah'kon have not had freedom for over a century. And what's the first thing we see he's doing (other than being a cocky brat <3)? Building a flying machine to get out and see the wider world. He's enticed to leave peacefully because it comes with leaving. And so first betrayal of trust in someone offering an escape.
Cage 2: the research center. I think we'll learn a lot more about this, but clearly he started thinking about it positively, hence the happy picture. My theory is that the giant wave was made by Sahed, and when he implies he's killed before, that is the event he's referring to. We know that Steinheimer died young, but Sahed doesn't seem quite broken up about the guy. Since he says he was haunted, it just doesn't feel like that would be the haunt.
Cage 3: the circus
I think it's clear that Sahed was an addition after the circus started. For one, I can't see Sahed really confining himself the castle, but also it would be hard for him to live as a fugitive. So he manages to escape, but needs refuge and meets Tonny. Tonny promises to give him freedom from Kalgratt and that he'll support Sahed's cause. But Tonny continuously makes ill-fated promises that even a casual understanding of their situation is morally wrong. I want to write something about why I think Tonny is not good, even if he does not realize it. But suffice to say, Sahed didn't get what he thought he would get from the bargain.
Adding a cut because it rapidly passes into fast pass zone.
Cage 4: the circus but worse
Now he's alone in a cage. And when he gets out, it's not really freedom from the cage, it's just walking room. Because while in theory Tonny is going to help now, the circus is turned against him. They're morals have long seemed suspect - very selfish and disconnected with how their choices might affect people outside the circus. Sahed and Julia are really the only ones still concerned with anything outside the circus.
The third betrayal is Julia, but this is different, because he also let her down, and because he knew he was in a position of power over her. This hearkens back to when he was the leader of his group of friends and led them into the research center. He doesn't know, I think, about her 1 year limit, so he probably thinks he had even more influence on her decisions than he did. Honestly, I think he gets too much blame from others on her decision. She wanted validation that Tonny deserved it because she wants to live. But Sahed delivered when he should have realized the consequences. He feigned confidence in the plan that he didn't have. Her turning on him hurts but not in a way he can get angry at her about, although I think he has a right to be mad if she really doesn't support his takedown of the research center.
Julia can give up in a way that Sahed can't. The only person she has to save is herself, whereas he feels responsible for the Ah'kon's treatment (even if he isn't). Still, Julia and Sahed share a sense of righteousness, and I don't see meek Julia lasting.
I am totally here for the shipping too, but I really love Sahed's character. I love how we start with Sahed as a potential villain (okay we knew he wasn't but Julia def thought he was) and brat, but as we learn more about him, his motivation becomes clear as an activist -- he's still a brat (affectionate).
#marionetta#not particularly insightful for anyone who thinking about it but wanted to write down what's in my head#I just love this story and both Sahed and Julia#Glad he's becoming a viewpoint character#essay I guess#sahed marionetta
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