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The Centenary

Something was here.

Something was there.

Some big event was here, forboding across the land. And most couldn't see it.

But Ramshackle Dorm could.

Grim embraced the kindness being shown to him, while Yuu and Quentin. . . were more nervous about the situation.

Everyone around them was more generous than the three remembered, especially at Night Raven College.

More parties and celebrations being thrown for no real reason.

There was more joy in the air. And it seems everything felt that joy.

Well, all but Ramshackle dorm.

It was. . . interesting.

Friends where suddenly more willing to pay for lunch, less homework and schoolwork from teachers.

Everyone was still, well, everyone just with more. . . generosity.

It was strange.

Strange times indeed.

"Dorm Leader Nighty-Sallow!" Yuu called out and Grim came into Ramshackle's dorm lounge to their dorm leader, sitting in her rocking chair.

"Yes?" Quentin answered, stopping what she was doing.

"I found these strange coins!" Yuu proclaimed.

"Even stranger than the other coins with the strange symbols and 100s on them?" Quentin asked, to which Yuu nodded before pulling out three coins-all with pictures of them on it with the strange symbols and 100s plus another set of symbols for their pocket, and putting it on the table.

Grim's chest puffed out with pride. "It's nice to know we're finally getting the recognition we deserve, especially me!"

"But who would do this? And why coins?" Yuu asked, with a hint of worry in their voice.

Quentin pulled out her magical pen-and the coins glowed with magical power for a moment before falling back on the table. "I can't find anything. It seems like totally normal coins."

"Huh." Yuu said in confusion, but Grim's chest puffed out again.

"See! It's a coin of recognition! Someone finally recognizes us for our hard work!"

"But who made it?" Yuu asked, once again.

"Could be the same people made this 100 coins." Quentin said. "And Yuu seems to be able to find use of it, so if you want to keep it Yuu, you can keep it."

"Really?" Yuu asked, with a face that Quentin couldn't tell was joy, confusion, or disgust, so it probably was a mix of all of them.

"Yes. My magic has determined they're harmless, so I don't see anything bad about keeping them if they might help you with whatever you're doing."

Yuu nodded. The coins stayed in Yuu's possession.

"We're going to the National Art Museum in the Land of Dawn!" Dire Crowley smiled to the other dorm leaders.

He'd called an emergency dorm leader meeting. . . for a sudden announcement?

Typical Crowley. Quentin looked at the cheery old crow with scorn.

"I'm sorry?" Riddle Rosehearts, Heartslabyul's dorm leader asked, clearly confused.

But Quentin knew Riddle. Riddle wasn't asking a question, he was panicking at the suddenness of the Dire Crowley's announcement.

"Yay!" Kalim smiled, even pumping his fist in the air before the tattooed boy blinked a few time sand dawned a confused face. "Wait. Where is the Museum?"

"In the Land of Dawn, didn't you listen?" Leona Kingscholar spoke up, his ears twitching in irritation.

"Right, sorry." Kalim rubbed the back of his head.

"An Art Museum?" Malleus leaned over to Quentin.

"It's like an art gallery, only it's more for the public than for one family," Quentin answered to which Malleus nodded.

"Why, exactly?" Azul Ashengrotto spoke up.

"Because they're holding an anniversary party for a '100 years'!" Dire Crowley cheerfully said, making almost everyone in the room sigh.

"We've got a free pass to the Museum because there's an event going on and you've always wanted to go there, didn't you?" Quentin simply looked at Crowley.

"My Ms. Nighty-Sallow! You make it sound like I planned this out!"

"Because I'm pretty sure you did." Quentin sighed and the tablet in the room, representing Idia, made a snickering noise.

"Quentin realy said no mercy today. We stan a girl who ran out of fucks to give." Idia giggled.

"It's true that the Nation Museum of Art in the Land of Dawn is famous for its' art, but this truly is a once-in-a-lifetime for you all as well! We've been invited to the celebration afterward as well!" Crowley said.

"A party?" Vil Schoenheit commented, and Crowley nodded enthusiastically, seeing to make the Pormfoire dorm leader cringe.

Quentin narrowed her eyes at Crowley then looked around the room-the other dorm leaders, besides Kalim, didn't seem all that interested in the event, and if Quentin was honest, neither was she.

A Party? With art people?

No, thank you. Quentin already had enough pretentious people to deal with in her life.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster." Quentin said formally, seeming to grab Crowley's, and well as everyone else's attention. "I don't think I, or my dormmates for that matter, will make to the event. After all, I, much less Ramshackle dorm have no formal clothing for a centenury event, much less have the resources to get there on our own plus our school obligations will prohibit us from fully joining the event because we've been so busy lately. Please go without us."

The other dorm leaders seemed to catch on to what Quentin was saying and they shot smirks at her as if to tell her she'd done a good job, well, besides Kalim, who seemed to be downtrodden at the mention of Ramshackle's financial situation and Crowley who seemed surprised for a moment.

"Aw!" Kalim said, rushing over to the other side of the table and holding unto Quentin's hands seeming to tear up. "You all can't go?"

"I'm sorry Kalim. Ramshackle just doesn't have the resources like the other dorms all do." Quentin said. "We'll have to sit this event out."

But before Quentin could even relish in her clever comeback to Crowley's proclamation, Crowley spoke back. "Oh, there's no need to worry about that."

Several 'Tch!' noises sounded through the air as well as a small laugh from Malleus.

"Because it's a school event! The school will provide the outfits necessary and the transportation."

"Oh, I see." Quentin said, to which Kalim tackled her into her chair with hug.

"Isn't it great Ramshackle can go?!" Kalim smiled.

"Indeed, it is." Quentin said, sighing.

So, Quentin walked back to her dorm and told her dormmates.

"We've got a celebration to go to tomorrow," Quentin told Yuu and Grim, making them confused.

"For what?" Yuu asked.

"We've been invited to an art museum and Crowley wants the whole school to go." Quentin said.

"What's an art musuem?" Grim asked.

"It's a place where pieces of art are put in one place. Normally it's a public place." Quentin answered.

Grim nodded in understanding.

"There's a party afterwords and we're also going to that as well."

"Really?!" Grim's eyes lit up.

"Yup." Quentin sighed.

"When is this party?"

"Tomorrow."

"TOMORROW?!" Yuu and Grim said in almost complete unison, though with completely different tones.

"YES!" Grim cheered, bouncing up and down with his whole body with pure joy.

Yuu, on the other hand, was not happy. They seemed rather confused and worried. "Isn't that too sudden?"

Quentin sighed. "You know that old crow. He does what he pleases."

Yuu sighed as well before smiling. "Well, at least we're getting out of school for this."

Quentin then smiled herself. "Yes, that's one bonus."

The next day, the dorm found a box.

"Open it! Open it!" Grim cheered from his dorm leader's shoulder.

"I'm working on it, Grim." Quentin teased and opened the box.

Inside the box was. . . outfits.

"Outfits?" Yuu questioned.

"This must be Crowley's outfits for us." Quentin said. "I feel bad for Crewel."

"I want to try it on!" Grim said.

"Grim, we have to-"

"I WANT TO PUT IT ON!" Grim quoted, even throwing himself into the box and clinging to the fabric with all the power his tiny paws could muster.

"Grim, listen to me!" Quentin picked up the cat, who still clung to the fabric but seemed to be listening. "We can put them on after we eat breakfast! None us have eaten yet!"

Grim lit up and the proposition. "Oh yeah! Of course we can!"

Grim then let go of the shiny fabric and went rushing towards the kitchen and Quentin and Yuu looked at each other before laughing their way to the kitchen.

After a decent breakfast, Grim insisted the group try on the outfits in his and Yuu's room. So, with a very insistent Grim, Quentin brought the box to the duo's room.

After laying out the outfits, there were three of them, each in a bag with each of their names on it.

A small bag that had the name 'Grim', there was a small silver and purple suit that Grim enthusiastically put on when he saw how sparkly he was. He had a silver sparkly long suit jacket with silver buttons, a white shirt with the same silver buttons, a purple pair of pants with silver buttons, and a small black bowtie. But, after a while, Grim seemed to be struggling to put on the pants before he gave a pleading look to Quentin, a signal he needed help.

Quentin gave a sigh then a smile then looked at Yuu. "I'll help Grim put on the suit. You go put on your outfit in the bathroom, if you need help, I'm here to help. I'll put on my outfit when I know you two have yours on."

To which, Yuu nodded, grabbed the bag with their name on it, and then went out the door, hopefully to go to the bathroom.

Soon enough, Quentin went back to what she was doing and helped Grim into his clothes. First, the pants were a lot more form-fitting than what Grim was used to since, well, he normally doesn't wear anything.

"Hey, is 100 years a long time?" Grim asked, seeming genuine.

Quentin laughed. "As a human, I think so."

"That's not a good answer." Grim pouted as Quentin finished buttoning up his vest, which honestly acted more like a vest.

"I'm serious." Quentin smiled at Grim before she pulled out the coat. "Everything has its own sense of time. Humans only live around 100 years, so for us, it's a long time. But to other species, that may not be as long. Some Beastman can live longer than humans, so they think it's a shorter amount of time, like a few years. And the Fae, well, to them a hundred years feels a little more than what we call a year."

Grim looked at her in wonder. "How long will I live?"

Quentin laughed again. "That depends on you."

Grim looked confused as Quentin adjusted his coat and continued, "I'm not sure what kind of monster you are, so I can't tell you how long you're expected to live. But I can tell you this-as long as you take care of yourself, you'll live a long life."

Grim looked at Quentin for a moment and then spoke again, "So then, what's a 'legecy', and how do I make it?"

Quentin looked at Grim in confusion, but then stopped, as she seemed to have finished. "Ah. Has Crewel been talking about it?"

Grim nodded.

Quentin sighed. "A Legecy-is complicated."

"Complicated?" Grim tilted his head.

"A legacy is something you leave behind after you've done something. It's what happens after an action. It can be good, it can be bad. Like a magical war leaves a legacy of damage to anything around it, or a magician can leave a legacy of people wanting to learn magic as well."

Grim's face scrunched. "That is complicated."

But QUetin quickly grabbed Grim in her arms and hugged him before Grim started to protest. "But you don't have to worry about it. It's too early for you to worry about your actions just yet. You're a young magician. It's okay to be irresponsible while you're learning how to deal with magic. I was irresponsible with my magic when I was still learning how to use it"

Grim looked at his dorm leader seriously. "Really?"

Quentin laughed. "I've done so many stupid things. I used to love flying on a broom-and I'd chase people around just for fun on my broom, or go to the highest place I could when people told me not to. Or I'd play with magical animals that weren't safe for me. I think it's better you learn your magic in a safe place than in the real world-where things can get complicated if you make one wrong move and they'll get mad at you."

Grim looked at Quentin-and but there was nothing there. There was nothing in those eyes of hers. A dead woman lived in those eyes. but Grim didn't have much time to study Quentin before not for long as Yuu walked in their outfit, and all of a sudden-the light in her eyes came back.

"What are you two doing?" Yuu asked.

"Waiting for you!" Grim said, jumping out of Quentin's arms and towards where Yuu was standing.

"You look good." Quentin stood up and looked at Yuu. "I think it suits you. You look like a polished diamond."

"Of my minion does!" Grim said cheerfully as Yuu blushed. "Only we could see their true worth before, but now the outfit they're wearing really shows it."

"Indeed it does. I bet the boys will regret ever treating you badly. after they see you" Quentin laughed

Yuu was starting to become the same color as Riddle face when he was mad. But they thought quickly and grabbed the bag with the dorm leader's name on it. "Are you going to make us do a fasion show by ourselves? Put yours on!"

"Sure, sure." Quentin said and she quickly cast a spell to put on her version of the purple and silver clothes.

The Dorm Leader's outfit was a dress silver princess dress with see-through silver sleeves and a huge white bow with a smaller purple bow on the inside and a purple strand flowing down the dress across the waistband of the dress with a silver asymmetrical skirt with a purple lining underneath. She also had a pair of matching purple gloves with a single silver bracelet on her left wrist and a pinwheel silver bow with a purple gem in her hair.

"You look beatiful, too." Yuu offered.

"Pfft." Quentin laughed as she put an arm around Yuu, the kind of way a close friend would when trying to tease, to pull you towards a place, to hold close and show that you were there. "No way. You look more beautiful then me!"

"No way!" Yuu laughed and pushed on back playfully.

But before the group could say anything else, a white flash of light came from the room, engulfing the room, and taking those inside with it.

Quentin clung to Yuu for dear life as they found themselves in a void of white, Quentin then looked around and saw Grim before quickly grabbing his hands and tucking them as close as she could into her chest as the surroundings around them seemed to be. . . almost coming into focus like a blur camera being adjusted to come back into focus.

Soon enough, Quentin's feet touched a solid surface. Then she started to see the lighting of the area, and then, she finally could see where her dorm was.

She was. . . in front of. . . what would you even call a building as big as this?

There was no way that was a house. It was simply too big for a single person. It seemed like it could fit a whole city comfortably.

A mansion? A castle?

Maybe both with how big it was.

The building in front looked something like a Cape Cod-Victorian styled mansion-castle that glowed with lurid light that shined into the sky as if it was announcing the building to the world. From what Quentin could tell, the building was made from stone, which had silver and purple decorations scattered all over the building, like what looked like party decorations. Ballons and various other objects seemed to be leaking from the windows like there were too many to hold inside and could burst at any moment.

The place looked so glittering and radiant that was almost like it was begging for them to come inside. And if Quentin was honest. . . this place was beyond gaudy. It almost made her sick how extravagant this place was.

Quentin no doubt this place was hiding something. There was no way this was just a party for a celebration. that was an excuse.

This was a display of wealth.

But. . . for what?

She, Yuu and Grim were in a garden of sorts with various displays of statues flowers, and shrubbery of all kinds.

And. . . the place was filled with people coming in and out that Quentin couldn't even get a count of people. . . and filled with noise.

"Quentin. . . where are we?" Grim asked.

"I. . . don't know." Quentin answered. "Are you two okay?"

To which Yuu and Grim nodded.

"Hello!" A voice appeared out of nowhere, and a glowing disc-like mouse head with dots all over that seemed to glow in the dark appeared out of nowhere, as well as a pair of gloved hands coming from the flat disc-like head.

Yuu and Grim let out a screech in panic while Quentin tried to pull out the dorm weapon. . . which had turned into a. . . white cane?

"Oh! I'm sorry, does your world not have technology?" the flat disc-like head creature said, fearfully..

"Um, I'm sorry, where are we?" Quentin asked, putting down the cane.

"The party, of course!" the robot smiled as if trying to calm them down.

"The party?" Grim poked his head out from Quentin's neck.

"Yes! You were invited by Mickey himself, weren't you?" the flat disc-like head robot asked.

"How do you know Mickey?" Yuu asked, and the robotic being beamed.

"Why, Mickey and Minnie knows everyone! They're the ones hosting the party, after all! You three are Mickey's friends, as well, as under Oswald's protection! Mickey never, ever leaves anyone close to him out! Nor would Oswald ever let you all be forgotten!" the robot smiled.

"What are you?" Grim asked, to which the robot head smiled kindly.

"I'm Toodles, I'm here to help you!" the flat disc-like head said. "Now, I know you three don't have much time to party with us-"

"Woah, woah, woah there." Quentin said, even unintentionally slamming the cane into the ground. "We never got an invitation."

The floating flat disc-like head looked confused. "No. You did."

The robot's hands pointed to one of Yuu's pockets. To which, Yuu shuffled through their pockets pulling out the three coins that said a word, and then a "100" and the Ramshackle trio's faces on it, and when the robot saw the little coins in Yuu's hand, he beamed. "See? You have an invitation!"

"Um, how does this count as a-" Yuu asked but was quickly cut off.

"So, like I said before," the robot head started to float away and the Ramshackle trio followed him. "Mickey knows you all have business to attend to soon, but nonetheless, he still wanted you to enjoy the festivities on a day such as this. He said you all can come back later if you'd like, and he'll even provide dinner for you all."

"Dinner?!" Grim smiled, making Quentin sigh.

Toodles smiled with such optimism it kind of freaked Quentin out a little. "Yes! Should I tell him you'll be having dinner with him?!"

"Hold on, can we go to our obligation and see how we feel afterward? We've got a lot on our plate for our event." Quentin quickly jumped in, before Toodles could force them into something else.

But the robot didn't seem phased at all as he and the trio approached a large door with grand cravings on it of a mouse's head. "Why, of course, you can!"

Toodles then opened the door to reveal. . . A grand party with so many people Quentin couldn't even begin to count them. If she thought there were so many coming in and out-she was wrong. There were so many people here she couldn't get a headcount. But she noticed one thing-all of them were wearing white, purple, or both.

Just like her dorm's outfits.

And they were partying it up.

Quentin only had to look around for a few moment before she understood what kind of party this was right now.

She'd seen this kind of party before. Not exactly like this, but in a different form.

This. . . was a pure party on the verge of going into chaos.

Almost everyone where was drunk on pure ecstasy. Like all of them were truly happy.

But before Quentin could deduce what exactly what the party atmosphere was-she noticed there was a small crowd of people around the door, as if waiting for them. An anthroponotic group of animals, to be exact. She could see two white ducks, one male one female, a tall black dog-like creature, two smaller chipmunks, a yellow dog, a female black cat, a female black mouse and. . .

Wait. . . is that. . . ?

She recognized a rabbit and a mouse. They were. . . Mickey and Oswald, right?

They were the ones she saw in her dream when the school was almost taken over by Malleus' Unique Magic.

The rabbit, Oswald, if Quentin remembered right, was wearing a white top hat and rubbing a white cane with an outfit mirroring Grim's outfit, only without the buttons on his pants and an open vest.

The mouse, which if Quentin's memory served her well was Mickey, who was also wearing a similar outfit as Grim. No scratch that-it was almost the exact same outfit, where it not for the buttons on the mouse's shorts being bigger than Grim's.

"What if they got lost? Or they didn't send them here? What if-" the rabbit fretted, alongside the male mouse who had a very worried look on his face.

"Oswald," A female black cat in a white dress and hat spoke up, holding the rabbit's shoulders, and another mouse figure put her hand on the other mouse's shoulders. "Your dorm will be okay. They're probably coming with Toodles as we speak."

"I've brought the last guests, Mickey!" Toodles announced, and the group of animal's heads whipped around to look at the trio. When Oswald saw the three of them, his whole body lit up with joy.

The kind of joy that you get from your guardians when you graduate from school, or doing something great and accomplish something-a mix of pride, pure joy, hope, and love all in one bundle. That moment that you remember as a happy moment for years when you have nothing left.

"There you all are!" the black rabbit smiled, and quickly tackled the three in a bone-crushing hug. The kind of loving hug like they hadn't seen you in a long time. "I was getting worried about you three."

"Um, hi." Yuu spoke up.

"What is going on?" Grim asked.

The group of animals looked at each other for a moment in confusion but after a few moments, they all seemed to have realized something.

"Ah. It must have been so sudden for you all. Sorry 'bout that." Oswald scratched behind his head.

"I'll explain," Micket spoke up. "but first let's sit down and eat. You all must be hungry after the journey."

Grim's once more eyes lit up at the mention of food, but upon seeing his realization, he seemed to snap back to being skeptical, like Quentin and Yuu were. Despite this, none of the other animal-like creatures seemed alarmed they seemed rather relaxed.

Mickey lead the trio to a more secluded area of the party, one where you could still see and hear the party but wasn't as loud as in the main room and the other animals followed suit, almost seeming to form a circle around the Ramshackle trio as they walked towards the spot the mouse had designated.

As the group walked, Mickey kept getting called out to.

"Hey Mickey!" A boy with spikey brown hair called out. "Where did you go?"

"Hey-ya, Sora!" Mickey called back. "I was just waiting for the last of other friends!"

"Ah. The ones you said would be late?" the boy answered back. "You got to introduce me to them!"

Mickey nodded. "You betcha!"

"Mickey!" A man with elf-like apperance with red hair appeared before the Ramshackle trio upside down before looking towards the black mouse. "Are those the ones from Twisted Wonderland?"

"Yup!" Mickey nodded. "But they need some time, it being their first time with this and all."

The man gave a smirk before flying off.

"Mickey." A lion that looked. . . No. The King of Beasts said from a nearby bed. "Don't us me wait too long."

"I won't Scar!" Mickey answered back, with fear in his voice.

Mickey then guided the group up a flight of stairs, and then guided the group to a large table, and gestured to the seats, Ramshackle did find their seats, to and the other animals sat near them, especially Oswald and Mickey, who sat closest to the dorm members.

"To answer your question, Grim." Mickey said. "Well, I think it would be best if we introduce ourselves. You all know me. Just in a different form."

"Different form?" Grim questioned before Mickey nodded.

"Hold on a 'eond." Mickey smiled, before he seemed to change and. . .changed into someone they knew.

The red pants with the white buttons and big yellow shoes and black eyes with no pupils.

"Mickey!" Yuu and Grim said at the same time in joyous voice.

"Aw shucks." Mickey simply said, matching their joy and putting his hands on his hips. "Now you're embarrassing me."

Yuu and Grim seemed to relax after seeing a familiar face, but Quentin didn't.

"This is Minnie, my girlfriend," Mickey gestured to the female mouse that had comforted him earlier who gave a little wave.

"This is Goofy and Donald, who I'd mentioned earlier, Yuu." Mickey smiled, gesturing to the male duck and tall dog-like beings who smiled at the Ramshackle members.

"This is Daisy." the female duck smiled kindly and waved a little at the trio.

"This is my dog, Pluto." Mickey gesturing to the yellow dog.

"And the chipmunks you saw earlier-they where named CHip and Dale. They're off getting food." Mickey sighed.

"Or causing trouble." Donald offered.

"And but not least, this is Oswald, and his wife, Orsentia." Mickey gestured to Oswald and the cat who had comforted him eariler. Oswald and Orsentia beamed at being introduced.

"I've been waiting to meet you three ever since you were sorted into my dorm." Oswald smiled while Yuu looked confused, and now Quentin looked alarmed.

Grim, meanwhile seemed to find nothing wrong here, smirked. "Of course you have! I mean, who wouldn't want to meet the Great Grim?!" which seemed to make Yuu and Quentin sigh but made the other animals laugh.

"Oh, it's so nice Twisted Wonderland could join the party this year!" Minnie said, clapping her hands together, and a wave of nods came from the anthropomorphic animals. "Despite how old you are, you weren't invited to anything so only Mickey could really tell us anything about what was going on over there. I thought they wouldn't allow you all into the party this year, but thankfully I was wrong!"

"Yeah!" Goofy smiled. "It's nice to have some new faces around here!"

"Yeah!" Donald cheered. "I can't wait to see how your story plays out!"

After some chatting, Grim seemed to get more comfortable and Yuu seemed okay enough to go with him eventually, the two first years were led down the stairs with Donald, Daisy, Goofy, and Pluto to where the food was.

Quentin watched them as they went into the main party with a look in her eyes that was hard to pinpoint. Sadness? Confusion? Unease?

"What's the long face for, my elect?" Oswald spoke up.

"I'm sorry I just-" Quentin sighed. "I don't understand. I'm really confused."

"You don't have to." Mickey simply said. "This is a party, you're here to have fun."

"That's not what I mean-" Quentin said. "What's all this about Twisted Wonderland and 'new faces'? Who is 'they'? What do you mean by 'your story'?"

Both Mickey and Oswald looked at each other for a moment before looking at Quentin with a smile on their faces. The kind of empathetic smile like they are hiding something-but not without reason. THe kind of smile Quentin saw too often.

Then Oswald took Quentin's hands. "It's alright. You don't have to understand."

"Understand what?" Quentin asked.

Oswald sighed, the kind of tired sigh like a father would give. A sigh that worries the child on the other end, despite the father not meaning to. "There are things in this world that are completely out of your understanding. Out of the laws and principles of your world. Forces beyond comprehension are at play in your everyday life. And while it is scary-it's completely okay."

"You don't have to understand everything," Mickey added, also taking Quentin's hands, placing his on top of hers and Oswald's as if to protect them. "Actually, it may be better if you turn a blind eye to this one. You won't have to feel the pain like we do."

"Pain?" Quentin asked.

"Think of this as a dream." Mickey smiled and said in such a soft voice, it was like he was comforting Quentin as if trying to comfort her very being. "And I think you'll be alright."

Quentin looked at Mickey and Oswald in confusion, but the rabbit and the mouse seemed to want to change the subject, and eventually lead Quentin down the stairs into the party as well.

Mickey and Oswald lead Quentin to the food table and give Quentin one of each food despite her protests and insist she try some.

The food was good-there was many kinds to try, all oddly enough either looked like people at the party or was based on a theme and Grim and Yuu seemed to enjoy it even if people kept coming up to them.

Eventually, Quentin was surrounded by just as many people asking so many questions about her, Twisted Wonderland, what was going on that Quentin was starting to feel overwhelmed. She wasn't sure when exactly sure when she lost track of people, but she did after a while and started going through the motions, hoping she'd survive.

The Great Seven came to the trio first and spoke with the trio. They went parading the three around like favored children to a bunch other other people, who also struck up a conversation with Quentin. Quentin couldn't remember the conversation to save her life-but she thought it was mostly praise and asking about oddly specific things...

Next, Quentin remembers talking to some princesses and princes after the Great Seven, they probably asked the trio were right and then asked them a few questions.

Quentin remembers seeing the people from stories she'd read as a child-The Brave Prince, The Wicked Queen, The Designer Princess, The Lawyer, The Foreign Queen and even the Foreign Princess who all seemed to love her and treated her to lot. Quentin really felt a connection to the Foreign Princess

Next, Quentin remembers a blur of others who were like her-and the rest of it Quentin doesn't remember at all. Things blended into each other until things became as shiny as the silver on everyone's bodies.

Yuu and Grim seemed tired of talking, as after a while, they started to hide behind Quentin whenever someone came up to them like scared children hiding from strangers.

But, before anything else could happen, a clock chimed and everyone seemed to suddenly rush outside.

"What's going on?!" Quentin asked as the Foreign Princess dragged her out, but the Princess simply smiled.

"It's almost time!" the princess in blue smiled as widely as she could.

"Time?"

"It's almost 5:30 for them!" the Princess proclaimed.

Quentin looked confused, but let the princess drag her outside.

When she got outside, almost everyone was outside, looking at the sky as if waiting for something before someone started to count down.

"10!"

"9!"

"8!'

"7!"

"6!"

"5!"

"4!

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

A loud bell rang outside, and as soon as the bell rang, the loud cheer and animals calls ripped through the people around her.

Bottles popped, glasses clinked, party-poppers went off, balloons and streamers were released into the open air and people hugged each other.

A hysteria of joy flooded in the area and infected the people around her.

Quentin looked at the darkness that the light didn't touch.

And all of a sudden, she was in the party, and not in the party at the same time.

Quentin opened her eyes.

"Child of Andalasia?" Malleus Draconia called to Quentin. "Are you alright?"

Quentin reached up her hand. "I fell asleep, didn't I?"

Malleus nodded. "It is time for us to go."

Quentin laughed as she place a arm over her head. "I had a strange dream just now."

"Is that so?" Malleus asked.

"I don't remember much-only shades of silver, purple, gold and black and talking to people and something with fireworks."

Malleus seemed confused. "Was it good?"

"I think so."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland writing #twst writing #[ Disney is 100 years old where I am now! Congrats Disney for surviving so long and giving me TWST boys. ]#[ I was inspired by Grim's platinum card to make this-it's not much but take it! ]#[ I spent way to much time on this trying to reference ONE book so I'm just going to post this and if anyone catches it great.#If not that's fine. But if I keep working on this I WILL go crazy for trying to make references to this ONE book. So stopping now. ]#[ mun makes content ]#[ ramshackle dorm ]#ramshackle dorm

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eunzul · 2 years

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wow, people actually know I exist??? especially when it's the person you really admire????

thank you so much @estcaligo for the tag!!💕✨🌸

1. would you be mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human? (or other!)

as much as i love to live in the sea, i would rather be a beastman instead✨ its mentioned in ruggie's chats that beastwoman are a lot stronger and are often the ones who do the huntings.

they're so strong that leona and ruggie avoid getting into their bad sides.

and that makes me go "hell yeah, i wanna be buff like jack 💪✨"

2. would you be at rsa or nrc?

most likely in nrc. my soul is tainted with darkness and evil that nothing could ever repel it.

3. what dorm would you belong to?

with my crippling anxiety i would be in ignihyde. that's it.

oh and i took the dorm sorting thingy and i got ignihyde which made me shit my pants of how accurate it is—

4. what character(s) would you be best friends with?

im not really a social butterfly type of person and rather spend most of my entire day inside my room so i'll probably vibe with Idia more due to our introverted nature and same interest in video games

and also cater so we could send each other stan twitter memes around 2 in the morning and gossip daily about celebrity dramas.

5. what character(s) would you hate?

*sigh* sebek.

now i don't actually hate his character at all but if i ever met him in real life i would absolutely DESPISE him.

listen, i love his waka-sama too but with his loud boasting and bragging about him and saying that i suck cuz im human is just—

like boi aren't you human too 🤨🤨🤨

but he's also the same guy that i would have a crush on cuz he's cute and his voice lines in the game are just— 💕💝❤️💕💝❤️❤️💝💕💝❤️💕💝❤️💕

6. what character(s) would you date?

i don't really see myself dating anyone in nrc (also im probably aromantic but still questioning) but i would date my man azul out of everyone 🥰🥰🥰

i think azul is a traditional type of guy, the one who's in-charge of the relationship.

i don't like the idea of my partner carrying all the load but at the same time i leaned more to the submissive role of the relationship.

so yeah, i choose my octo boi 🐙

7. what would floyd's nickname be for you?

still shrimpy cuz im short 😔

8. and rook's?

idk man mademoiselle creator of art i guess??? or some art related nicknames.

9. what twst character(s) are you most like (personality-wise)

idia is just me but minus the brains the handsome face 😔

10. which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

if i suck in science and in pe in real life, then there's no way im gonna excel in alchemy and flight.

so i think i'll be great in history.

11. what club would you join?

im no musician but I WOULD DIE JUST TO JOIN THE LIGHT MUSIC CLUB (or pop music club whatever)

they don't really do anything much other than eat snacks or chat and i want to chill with the music bois

and if we're gonna perform i'll just play my little kalimba.

12. how do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

i'm an emotional trainwreck so at some point i will overblot in my life. whether I'm at school, work, in the sea or sand, wherever and whenever— it's gonna happen to me.

if somehow i survive my overblot, i guess i'll be fine. if I have great friends and family who will support me and if i put effort into everything and i think I'll be alright.

13. [optional!] what would your unique magic be?

honestly this is giving me the same problem i had with "what's ur bnha quirk?!?"

since i chose beastman in the first question, i thought it would be funny if my unique magic is being a 'copycat'.

like i can copy everyone's unique magic and use it as an advantage to find what's their strongest and weakest points.

or if we're tasked to battle as a team, i can copy one of my member's unique magic so it doubles our power and defense. it's really helpful especially if they are powerful.

Now @eemerald-eyes @eriange @dovechil its ur turn ✨

#twst #yay i got tagged #eunzul✨

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idv-sunsxin3 · 2 years

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->My Twisted Wonderland Circle✨

🌸// I literally spent so much time taking lessons with these people help-

This is a masterlist, I write random things but might not usually write x reader oneshots stuff I think- you’ll only see headcanons/scenarios/ramblings hhh-

I can only take 5 characters in one request as maximum but like, I can take a request with vice dorm leaders, dorm leaders and first years in separates posts by category group. ;u;

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Masterlist~

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹 -> My #1 Hubby- SHUT UP EVERYONE, LET THIS GENTLEMAN SPEAK, THANK YOU- This king is me but much better(?) and more discipline- (I would quickly die if I face the same pressure as him to be honest,,,, poor dear- 🥺)

Trey Clover ☘️ -> I- I think I really like characters who seem to know how to bake or cook lol-

Cater Diamond 🔶 -> Thanks to my friend, I’m now in love with him-

Deuce Spade ♠️ -> I just love his determination- I somehow relate whenever I study,,,, - BE MY STUDY BUDDY PRETTY PLEASEEE!!! 🥺🥺🥺

Ace Trappola ♥️ -> One of our beloved bakas in Twisted Wonderland-

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Masterlist~

Leona Kingscholar 🦁 -> Slacker,,,,/affectionately <3

Ruggie Bucchi 🍩 -> So far, he is the only character I forget how to spell his last name,,, 😔(I really thought Schoenheit was the hardest one to remember-) but yes, donut lord✨✨

Jack Howl 🐺 -> He looks like a bad boy, but is also a good boy- lovely,,,,

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Masterlist~

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙 -> He’s almost me in terms of emotional health but more financially successful- I may or may not shut up about him being a sly but a perfect hubby-

Jade Leech 🍄 -> I have nothing in common with him besides loving shroomies-(I swear I would eat them every day if my body isn’t so weak-) I keep getting his SRs in the gacha, not really complaining tho- ;)

Floyd Leech 🐟 -> I think I need a hug if I see him as a fav- I would let him squish me bc I’m not afraid of death at all,,, :’3

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Masterlist~

Kalim Al-Asim🌟 -> *sighs* Idk how, I just love his energy despite being quite alarming to me,,, x’3

Jamil Viper 🏜 -> I’m a simple person; I see a snake man doing cleaning and cooking as a hobby and part time job, I stan.

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Masterlist~

Vil Schoenheit 👑 -> At first I don’t seem to pay in mind about him bc of his diva personality, but then I sobbed once I leaned about at his backstory and his intentions to be beautiful and be the best-

Rook Hunt 🏹 -> I have a thing for man wearing hats okay-

Epel Felmier 🍎 -> Aaaaaaa- I like how he’s actually manly while looking lovely on the surface-

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Masterlist~

Idia Shroud 🎮 -> I need characters like him, his energy is ironically refreshing,,,,

Ortho Shroud 🤖 -> He has true baby energy,,,, 🥺

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Masterlist~

Malleus Draconia 🐉 -> He kinda gives me himbo vibes once in a while- at the same time clever- Yet, I love him sm at the first glance-

Lilia Vanrouge 🦇 -> Excuse me, he kinda gives me the Venti vibes by how he’s misunderstood as a child rather than an old man-(even some portion of his personality, mysterious and mischievous-)

Silver 🗡-> Like Kalim, I’m questioning why this individual like him is at NRC instead of RSA- he looks like he’s made to be a prince or a knight in shiny armor hdhdhhdhd-

Sebek Zigbolt 🐊-> If he ever becomes my classmate irl, I’m sadly won’t be able to tolerate with him yelling my ear off,,, It’s the truth, but I love him as well- 😔🥺

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->~Multiple~

Random TWST Characters playing Genshin Impact Brainrot Thoughts

First years with Robotics Engineer! MC {platonic}

First Years with Motherly! MC {platonic}

Animal Crossing with some of my fav characters-

The Leech Twins & Idia with S/O whose hair shows their emotions as they’re facially expressionless(unless feeling very EXTREME emotions)

#//twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x oc #twst x y/n #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x mc #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twst hcs #twisted wonderland hcs

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jhoudiey · 4 years

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3 facts about yourself (twst)

Doing this on my art blog instead of main to keep the twst stuff together. Was tagged by @thatringboy on my main and @twistedapple here

1. I put off playing for a few weeks when the game started cause I didn't want to get sucked into another gacha game, but then I learned the Divus art I'd seen wasn't fanart and I was sunk. Half and half hair ruins me, and 101 Dalmatians was my fave growing up so I here I am.

2. Because I waited before playing I missed the start of the Octavinelle training camp, and missed Floyd's banner by 3 days. Now he mocks me by never coming home. Same with Azul. Maybe I just gotta stan Jade more cause he's the only one that loves me, I guess 😭

3. Speaking of those fishboys, I LOVE writing stuff for them, though I find them hard to keep in character since I don't want to lean too far into a single one of their personality traits and make them too one dimensional or too OOC. I've probably read all of their cards and Ch 3 8642368 times now to try and get them right, and write and rewrite everything for them at least 3 times. Gotta keep em chaotic and calculating. 👌👌

I think I'm behind on doing this so everyone I know to tag has already done it, so if you see this and haven't been tagged yet, I choose you!

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted Wonderland meme #dunno what else to tag #currently the event in A3 is murdering me #ginji I've been waiting for you since i started #sakyo you're coming home to be full bloomed or bust

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lovelybones81 · 5 years

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Unthinkable -Updated 1/12

Summary: Seven years, three movies, two people, one story. But before they can get their happily ever after, Sebastian Stan and Camille Solis must learn to trust in each other and in themselves, before allowing the unthinkable to happen.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Language, Angst, Mental Health, WOC lead character

Rating: NC-17 (under 18? go away!)

Notes: HI! Happy New Year! xoxo. Here is the next chapter! If you ever get the chance to visit Big Sur, CA please do so. It is the most beautiful place in the world! Anyway, thanks for all the love!

Chapter 21 Butterflyz

Lately when I look into your eyes, I fly You're the only one I need in my life Baby, I just don't know how to describe How lovely you make me feel inside

You give me butterflyz Got me flyin' so high in the sky I can't control the butterflyz

March 2011

Big Sur, CA

Sebastian shut the door behind him, pocketing the room key card in his back pocket for safe keeping. He leisurely walked down the long hall toward the staircase leading to the lobby of the hotel. As he walked, he admired the art on the walls. Damn, this place was definitely swanky, especially for it being up in the mountains. He got to the railing of the stairs, leaned the top half of his body into the rail, glancing down at the lobby and watched as people got directed to their rooms just like he had.

Blindly he reached into his front pocket for his cellphone, dialing Camille’s number again. It ranged a few times then it went to her voicemail. He frowned and shoved the phone back into to jeans. He anxiously gazed back unto the sea of people down in the lobby, wondering why she wasn’t answering his calls. He had sat around in his room for a good twenty minutes before deciding to step outside to find her. He wasn’t sure what the plan was for later on tonight, but most importantly he physically ached to see her.

It had been three weeks since he had been in California. It had also been three weeks since they kissed. His stomach did a summersault at the thought. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as the image of them kissing ran through his brain. For the past three weeks that thought was at the forefront of everything he did. It had been unexpected to say the least.

Had they mentioned it any time they talked on the phone or text? Of course not. Mostly because he felt that conversation should be done in person and he had a feeling Camille felt the same way. So instead they talked around the subject. Were their exchanges awkward? Funny enough, no. They talked like nothing had changed. It was comforting actually.

Sebastian jerked his head to the entrance of the hotel when he heard the familiar laugh echo throughout the lobby. He blinked a few times to get the figure in focus. He grinned widely like an idiot at the sight of her, thankful no one could see him at the moment. She wore a long sleeve floral maxi dress, her curls in a loose braid to one side of her shoulders. Even from where he stood she looked stunning.

He watched as she wrapped one arm around the waist of an older lady, leading her toward the front desk. They stood by desk now, talking to a member of the staff. Camille seemed to do most of the talking, every few seconds making eye contact with the older woman as she spoke. Then it clicked-Camille was translating. Realizing for the first time since arriving to Big Sur, California that he was about to truly enter Camille’s world. The last few months he had only gotten snippets of it, but now he was going to be around the people who knew her since she was little.

He began making his way down the stairs toward her. His hands feeling clammy all of a sudden. He snorted to himself. Get it together Stan. It’s not like you haven’t been around her before.

He was about 10 feet away from her and was about to call out her name but closed his mouth when a staff member tapped on her shoulder.

“Miss. Solis?”

“Yes?” Camille answered, turning her attention away from the front desk.

“Your aunt said she needs you back in the main room as soon as possible.” The young man said meekly.

Her back was to Sebastian but regardless he knew she had just rolled her eyes. “Okay.” Then said with a sigh. “Can you do me a favor?”

The young man nodded.

Camille continued. “Would you mind helping her to her room?” Taking the key card from the woman behind the desk and handing it to the other staff member.

“Sure!”

“Thank you.” She said with a smile. “Her luggage is still in the car-“

The young man waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry I’ll go get it as well.” And without hesitation he began helping the older woman toward the elevator.

Sebastian attempted to take another step to her, but stopped when someone else called out her name, in need of her help. (Something about the place settings for the tables). Once they had gotten their answer they moved along. He didn’t even get the chance to take another step when the woman behind the front desk called for her again.

“Miss. Solis?” She said with a phone in her hand. “It’s for you.”

“Thank you.”

But before Camille could even put the receiver to her ear, someone else had come up for an answer to a question. She told the person on the phone to hold on for a second as she dealt with the person in front of her. Only this time the woman asking was not in a uniform and asked in Spanish. Once the woman got her answer she quickly disappeared down a long hall.

He frowned slightly, his gut telling him she had been doing this for most of the day. Fending questions left and right. One side of her body leaned against the top of the counter, both elbows resting on it as she talked into the phone. Tactically he took a few steps forward, standing a few inches behind her. She was talking in Spanish and even though he couldn’t really understand the whole conversation, the tone of her voice sounded frustrated.

He listened for a few more second before clearing his throat loudly. “Miss. Solis?” He said, trying to disguise his voice.

At the name, Camille jerked her head in his direction, phone still glued to her ear with a slight wrinkle of her nose in annoyance. Her expression changed the moment she recognized it was him. The annoyed look from a few moments ago quickly replaced by beaming eyes and a huge grin that made Sebastian feel like he was sixteen again. With the phone still to her ear, she excitedly mouthed “Hi!”

Sebastian beamed back like a fool, unable to stop even if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure of what to do or say. But his heart did begin to thump a bit faster. She mouth to him to hold on and quickly went back to talking in Spanish, her eyes never leaving his face. He nodded and only stared back. She spoke too quickly for him to understand much of what was being said, but waited patiently for her to be finished.

God, he had missed her. He was never going to get used to saying goodbye to her, but the feeling he felt right before he got to see her again made up for it a little bit. Everything just seemed to get lighter the day or hours before and his stomach would flutter when he thought of her.

Jesus Sebastian. Get it together. He repeated to himself.

“You really got to stop eavesdropping on phone calls.” He heard Camille say, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

Sebastian gave a confused look, then it dawned on him why she said that. She was referring to what caused their little tiff last year in New York. He scrunched up his nose and muttered. “Cute Camille, cute.” But felt his cheeks getting hot.

Camille smiled back. “Gracias Ojos Azules.” She answered cheekily at the same time standing up straight to fully face him.

He knitted his eyebrows together. “It wasn’t a compliment.” He said dryly.

She scrunched up her nose in response and took a step closer toward him. “Stop frowning and give me a hug hello.” She warmly ordered, her arms already reaching out for him. She stopped abruptly when they heard her name being called. He heard a small sigh leave her lips as she took a step back from him, smiling sadly up at him. “Hold that thought.” Swiftly she turned around and faced the person who had just called her name. “Yes?” she responded a smile still plastered on her features.

Sebastian could only watch, not wanting to get in her way. He must have been staring hard because he felt Camille briefly reach out to touch his arm. “Yeah?” he asked lamely.

“Do you want to follow me?” Camille asked. “I have to go find the last set of silverware for tonight’s rehearsal dinner. I don’t want to lose you in the sea of people.” She finished with a small grin yet the relax look from a few seconds ago disappearing from her face.

“S-sure of course.” He sputtered.

Without another word Sebastian followed Camille and the hotel staff member as they walked down a long hallway. He heard them talking but wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying. He just continued to focus his attention on Camille and her body language. She was tense which meant stress. And that became even more abundantly clear when they got stopped by a few other people asking directions about where things needed to go.

“Rose?” She started, coming to an abrupt stop.

“Yes?” Was the response from the woman standing next to them.

“Forget about the silverware for right now. Can you please direct these two gentleman of where they need to place the cake?” Camille requested.

Sebastian eyed his surroundings, an idea forming in his head. He half listened to Rose as she asked the two men to follow her and leaving him alone with Camille. Before anyone else came asking for her, Sebastian reached out and tugged at her hand, giving a small nod for her to follow him.

“Sebastian! What are you doing?” She hissed, as they now stood in a small breezeway/hall with one door behind him and another door behind her as they faced each other.

He hoped one of these doors were unlocked. Blindly his free hand searched for the door knob behind him, smirking when his fingers touched it, he pushed the door open with his foot.

Yes! Success!

Giving her hand a light squeeze he drew her into the empty room.

Camille laughed apprehensively. “What are we doing?”

Without letting go of her hand, he shut the door behind them and glanced around the room, his eyes widen in curiosity when they took in his surroundings. There were 6 long vanity tables with mirrors all along the back wall, and white couches that made the room feel homey and comfortable.

“We’re using this as the make-up/dressing room for tomorrow.” Camille explained as if reading his mind.

Sebastian nodded in understanding. “Nice.” Then quickly locked eyes with her. “I figured you could use a little escape.” He stated, changing the subject.

She gave him a grateful smile. “That’s sweet.” Letting out a gloomy sigh. “But I really need to go back out there.” But did not let go of his hand.

“What happened to the wedding planner?”

“She got a flat coming down from San Francisco. She’s on her way, but if we didn’t start setting up now, then it was going to put us behind. Thankfully Natalie had a copy of everything just in case. One of my tios and cousin’s drove up to meet where she’s stuck at.” She explained without taking a breath. “Nat’s trying to keep Sam from freaking out. So I’m trying to keep Nat from doing the same, while at the same time trying to keep Tia Yolanda from pissing off the hotel staff as she orders them around.” Finally letting go of his hand she began to pace back in forth in the room. “I love her, but she can drive me crazy sometimes. She has been trying to change the menu for tonight’s dinner for the past hour although it’s been set for weeks now! Can you believe her?” Raising her arms up in the air as she talked.

Sebastian didn’t respond. Not because he didn’t want to, but because it was obvious she needed to vent.

“She’s like: yo los conozco. They’ll listen to me. I’m like Tia: that doesn’t matter! We can’t change the food last minute!” Camille cried out as she continued to pace back and forth. “It wouldn’t be so bad if Staci was here to take care of the rest. But she isn’t, so it’s just me!” Her pacing coming to a halt as she placed one hand on her hip. “Oh and to add on to it-I can’t find my damn phone! I placed it somewhere and I have no clue where!!”

Well, that answered his question about why she hadn’t answered his calls earlier and he assumed Staci was the wedding planner?

Yet, Sebastian had to suppress the smile that tugged on his lips watching her. He couldn’t help but think how pretty she looked every time the sun hit her when she stepped in the direction of the large windows. He wanted to kiss her again. What if she didn’t want to kiss him? He shook his head as if doing so would push those thoughts away. Instead he tried to concentrate on her voice and what she was saying.

“And the first thing I hear when I step into the hotel is mi tios wife-who isn’t even mi Tia- by the way- como estas mijita?” She mimicked with a roll of her eyes. “She doesn’t care. She’s a chismosa that has to be in everyone’s business! She had the nerve to say: probecito David. I talked to his mom and he isn’t doing well either.”

And there it was. The real reason why she was upset. He had a feeling there was more to her stress than just the wedding part. Sebastian knew this wedding was going to be a bittersweet event for her, even if she kept insisting she was fine.

“As if I have the time to deal with all of that right now.” She said with a dismissive wave and taking a step toward the door. “I mean there is all this other stuff that needs to get done before tomorrow; setting up from brunch, and then we have all to be ready for the photographer.” Her hand grasped the door knob. “Plus I have to try and keep Yolanda out of kitchen and-.”

Before she could finish her sentence Sebastian quickly slid between her and the door. She jumped in surprise at his action. “I know this isn’t easy Camille.” He said softly.

She averted her eyes from him. She didn’t say anything for a few moments as if trying to collect her thoughts. “I just want everything to go without a hitch for them.” She finally murmured, meeting his gaze. She gnawed on her lower lip. Silence settling in the room again. “I can’t help but think these are things that I would have had to do for mine...” trailing off.

“I know.”

Camille laughed uneasily. “Oh god, I’m sorry! This is probably the last thing you want to be hearing about.” Rubbing a hand over her face. “We haven’t even gotten a chance to talk or a have a proper hello-.” She stopped mid-sentence and her eyes widen. “I-I didn’t mean-.” She faltered. “What I meant was there are things we obviously need to talk about and-and-.”

“I know what you meant.” Sebastian reassured with a grin, not able to control the flutter in his chest.

“O-kay...” She barely whispered, taking a small step toward him.

“I figured you have other things on your mind right now.” He responded with a slight shrug and that was the truth. As much as he wanted to figure things out, he also knew these were other pressing things she had to do. He found himself taking a step backwards only to find his back against the closed door.

“Yeah...” she started slowly. “I just don’t want you to think that it hasn’t crossed my mind.”

Sebastian couldn’t help letting out a small sigh of relief as her words hit his ears.

“This is not how I pictured us seeing each other again after three weeks.” She mumbled with a lick of her bottom lip.

Instinctively he reached out for her hand again, tugging her closer. “How did you imagine it was going to go?” Curiosity getting the best of him.

“It included us being alone...”

Sebastian tilted his head to one side with a light smirk. “We are alone dragoste.” He reminded, with another light tug of her hand to him.

“Ooh-right.” She swallowed not meeting his eye. “I forgot.”

He placed his free fingers underneath her chin and gave it a small tap. She must have caught on because she finally lifted her face. “I am making you nervous?” Sebastian questioned softly, eyes narrowing down at her.

“Yes.” Camille breathed, biting her top lip.

He was surprised at her honesty. “It’s just me, Camille.”

“I know that.” She said with a short laugh. “I know.” She repeated, eyes moving to his mouth.

Sebastian felt the mood in the room change rapidly. He let go of her hand only to wrap his arm around her waist. The electricity between them undeniable. “Is this what you pictured?” He murmured, feeling the heat of her body radiate against his as she pressed the palm of her hand to side of his chest.

“Yes.”

Before his brain could stop his mouth he blurted out. “Damn Camille, I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you again?” He almost pleaded, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest.

“Yes.” She repeated for the 3rd time in the past few minutes.

Sebastian swallowed the huge lump in his throat before cupping her face with his free hand, he planted a small kiss on her cheek, and a small sighed left her lips. He wanted to remember every single moment of this. He slowly pressed another kiss to her nose, forehead and side of her mouth with her birth mark sat.

"I’m not going to lie-I was expecting a bit mor-“

Sebastian cut her off as he captured her lips with his own. She sighed against his lips at the same time her arms snaked around his neck to pull him unto her. Sebastian wrapped his arms around her waist tighter. He wanted to taste every part of her. He had been dreaming about this for the past three weeks- if not longer. After a few moments he broke their lip lock and teased. “How was that?”

“Mmmmm...”

A small chuckle of satisfaction left his mouth at her response. He leaned back in and took her lips with his. Sebastian kissed her again and again, deep, hard, again and again, their mouths slapping together. Then her tongue slid along his lip in a sexy little lick. He groaned into her mouth. She was the perfect mixture of sweet and sexy. She broke from his lips for a split moment to catch her breath but Sebastian couldn’t get enough of her, so he kissed her with everything he had, with deep pushy thrusts of his tongue. He heard the small whimpers leave her mouth every time his tongue touched hers.

Sebastian thought kissing her again would cure the need and ache from three weeks ago, but it had done the opposite. He needed more of her. He shouldn’t be surprise of this. Deep down he knew this was going to be the outcome.

Camille broke their kiss, licking her lips in the process as she took a small step back. “I-I-uh should probably go back out there...” she said rather unconvincingly.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Camille repeated, but did not move. “We should probably open the door...”

“Right.” Sebastian answered with a nod. He glanced back trying to find the door knob, but jerked his head when he felt Camille reach for the door as well.

They locked eyes and it was like the dam had broken.

“But I kind of want to continue kissing you.” She confessed with a non-apologetic smile before letting go of the door knob to wrap her arms back around his neck.

Sebastian dropped his hand and pulled her back into his arms, moving just enough so she was now the one against the door. He took her mouth with one hand in the back of her neck, eliminating anymore distance between them. This kiss was determined, hard and urgent. He smiled against her lips when he heard a light mewl sound leave the back of her throat. Camille opened her lips and he teased her lightly with his tongue. Breaking the kiss for a small second, Sebastian pushed a strand of lose hair behind her ear.

“Don’t stop.” Sebastian heard her whisper, her eyes full of fervor.

He pressed his body to hers while pushing one hand against the door, leaning back in for another kiss. After a few more moments he moved his mouth from hers and nuzzled the hollow of her neck with the tip of his nose. “I won’t.” He promised.

Camille shivered as his breath tickled the side of her neck. “G-good, good, just want to make sure we’re both on the same page.” She moaned against his ear when his teeth nipped right above her collarbone, then used his tongue to laved the sting. “Dios mio ...” She mumbled in Spanish. At the same time she slid her arms down from around his neck and gripped unto his broad shoulders. He nipped again before sucking gently on her sweet skin.

She smelled like vanilla and shea butter. His nostrils inhaled her in and his mouth only sucked harder. Camille moaned louder, clutching tighter on to him with every suck and kiss he gave.

“The collarbone is your spot isn’t it baby?” He asked in a taunting tone, lifting his head up at the same time she opened her eyes, their gaze meeting.

Camille tilted her head to one side. “What’s your fascination with finding my spot?” A hint of playfulness in her eyes.

A light smirk formed on his features at the sassiness. “Because...” he started with a lick of his lips and brushing them sweetly against hers, then making his way back down to place another open mouth kiss to her collarbone. He felt the grip on his shoulders tighten before she let out another whine that went straight to his cock. “I want to continue making you moan.”

Their mouths collided again. Only this kiss wasn’t light, sweet or questing. This one was hot, urgent, passion, desperate, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip, seeking entrance. Everything inside him ached and burned. They were close but not close enough. He needed more. Sebastian snaked his arms down her body, seizing his hands to her hips.

“More...”

Sebastian could feel his pulse quicken. “More what Camille?”

She stood on her tip toes, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, her chest crushing against his. She sighed. “I need more. I need you to touch me...”

Her words echoed in his head. Was this really happening? Or was he dreaming?

He blinked out of his thoughts when she bit down on his lower lip. He grunted and slapped one hand above her head on the door for leverage. He pressed her back up against it then used one foot to push her legs apart. She dropped her arms from his neck and loosely wrapped one around his waist as the other hand touched and grasped unto any part of him. Her touches were desperate and needy. He returned the sentiment by taking her mouth with his in a long kiss that left them both panting and breathing hard.

Sebastian trailed his lips down her jaw and then back to her neck. Camille sighed in contentment. He lifted his head for a brief moment catching the look that passed through them- lust and longing. She leaned into him, her breast lightly brushed against his chest.

“Jesus Camille.” Was all his brain could come up with. Sebastian angled his head a bit, if he moved an inch closer his lips would literally be on top of hers again.

“What?” She asked innocently at the same time her warm tongue licked one side of his mouth. She leaned back in and kissed him fully.

She was like oxygen to his lungs. Each kiss had her grabbing him harder, which made him kiss her harder, until they were melded together, breathing heavily and taking and sharing passion. When his tongue invaded hers, Camille rocked forward on her feet.

“Tell me what you want.” Sebastian growled, moving the hand from the door down to her hips and spine. He kissed her jaw again and then her throat. He groaned against her skin when she took his wandering hand in both of hers and brought it up to her covered right breast.

Her response was a low hum.

Sebastian was dreaming. It had to be a dream. But once again he was broken out of his foggy state when he heard Camille’s plead.

“Sebastian...please...”

That was enough for him. He gave her breast a light squeeze. It took everything in him to keep from doing what he really wanted to do at the moment. She stirred against him and he instinctively began massaging her breast as his mouth attacked hers for the hundredth time in past 30 minutes. For the next few moments his hand alternated between both of her breasts, not wanting to neglect either one.

This was heaven. Fuck. There was no turning back now.

Not breaking their kiss, he smoothed his other hand down her ribs, hip. Easing one knee between her legs again, Sebastian fingers gripped beneath her thigh bringing her knee up to his waist. He pushed her dress above her leg, exposing her skin. His pulse racing. His palm slid delicately up her thigh, touching soft skin. She was hot to the touch.

He broke the kiss and pushed his forehead to hers. Licking his lips, he managed to stammer. “A-Any time you want me to stop- just say the word. Okay?” He wanted her to know there was no pressure. Regardless of what he wanted, Sebastian was not going to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

“Okay.” Camille responded back in a whisper. Then cupped his face tenderly to give him a sweet and soft kiss.

Her kisses were going to be the death of him and she didn’t even realize it.

Sebastian’s hand slipped between her thighs, gliding over and coming to rest precisely where he wanted them to be. A breathy sigh escaped her lips. He felt her squirm when his thumb started to move up and down, stroking through the lace underwear. Her eyes rolled back and she gave a heartfelt moan of encouragement. At her response Sebastian used his forefinger to deftly outline the elastic edge of the underwear, feeling the light goosebumps on her hip.

“Seb... please.” She shuttered, arching her back.

He slipped his hand out of the dress and gave her covered ass a nice grab, whining himself at how good it felt to touch her. Both hands squeezed her again as his mouth devoured her lips in a hard kiss. He smoothed his hands up her hips, then to the dip of her back. His touches had become more urgent, eager just likes hers. They groped and clawed at each other, every few seconds fighting on who got to bite whose lip first. Sebastian’s hand gripped firmly on one side of her hip.

“Untie it.” Camille moaned against his throat. It took a few seconds for the words to register with him. Camille lifted her head up and tugged his large hand toward the string that tied the dress together. “Untie it.” She repeated, her voice laced with hunger.

Sebastian’s eyes never left her face and gently began to untie the side of her dress. He watched as she followed his hand with her eyes- daring him to continue. Sebastian’s lips twitched slightly. He expected her to stop him, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He got her dress completely undone and sneaked a hand inside, his fingers gripped gently on her warm skin. He couldn’t help but chuckled lowly as her eyes fluttered shut at his touch. She involuntarily pressed herself closer to him and Sebastian was now in contact with the side of her face. Her hair tickled his nose and instead of brushing it way, he buried his face in it and then pressed his mouth to her neck. God, she was sweet. Sweet and fucking sexy, and he just breathed her in. “Seb...” She cried out softly. He danced his hand inside of her dress, up and down her belly. Up, up... To the very undersides of her breasts.... It took everything to keep himself from whimpering like a child. He pulled the dress with one hand so it rested open on her shoulders. He cursed in Romanian. He wasn’t prepared for what was waiting for him underneath it. She wore a matching lacy bra and underwear lingerie. But it was the tattoo on her hip that did him in. Yes he had seen her this way before but he had never been as close as he was at the moment.

He grin. “No garter belt?” Referring to their conversation from three weeks ago.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

If he wasn’t so fucking aroused at the moment he would have laughed at her response. Instead he moved the same hand down low enough to run to the very top of her covered mound... Camille’s hand instinctively found his and she gave a small squeeze as a little whimper sound escaped her and tore at his gut. He pressed his lips to her jaw, her cheek, helpless to resist her smooth skin.

“This is better than I imagine. You’re better than I imagine.” He said, his voice dropping an octave.

“Seb...” “Shh, I’ve got you.” he murmured. “Sebastian.” she repeated, but didn’t move. “Yeah. Me.” he teased gently. He kissed her jaw again and then her throat. He groaned when she took his wandering hand in both of hers and brought it up to her breasts. He smiled to himself, unable to stop it. His fingers stroked her nipples through the lacy bra, his tongue worked its way to her bare shoulder and he nudged her against the door so he could lean over her to get a look at what he had exposed. Her dress had somehow slipped off her shoulders and rested half way down her torso. He completed melted at the sight of beautiful dark skin. “I need you...” Camille choked out. “Yeah?” he questioned.

“Yes.”

Fuck- that was hot, his eyes on her face, as if trying to engrave her in his brain. She didn’t let go of his hand. Instead she pushed it down and it took everything inside of him to not whine in disappointment. But when she pushed his hand-past her quivering belly into the warmth between her thighs-it worked too. She let out a needy murmur, one that had his name on it, and nearly had him coming right there and then.

He rubbed her covered mound with his thumb before his fingers found the elastic of her lacy underwear again. Using one foot between hers, he forced her legs wider as his digits moved to her wet folds.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He uttered. “You feel amazing Camille.” His blood boiling at how sexy this moment was. “So...wet.” He grunted. “Fuck-how are you this wet already? I haven’t even eased my whole finger-”

“It’s been over a year Sebastian.” She interrupted with a nervous laugh. “Vibrators can only work for so long.”

He chuckled as his fingers ran through the narrow slit, circled her swollen clit, and then slid back to the aching entrance of her vagina. “Sebastian.” she gasped, her body arching up when he moved his fingers, increasing the rhythm.

“I love hearing the sound of my name on your lips when I have my fingers inside you.” He whispered. He kept his hand on her, and pressed his mouth to her shoulder while he worked her into a feverish pitch with his fingers.

Another soft sound left her throat, and he felt her blindly search for his face. “Kiss me.” she pleaded. An invitation if ever he’d heard one, and he snatched it, he lowered his mouth to hers. She made the sound again and spread her legs for him, and he didn’t hold back, as he ran his tongue over her lower lip, and then drew into his mouth to suck then caressed it again, as he glided his fingers over her. Into her. She gasped his name, and he leaned over her, inhaling her scent, the soft feel of her, the way she panted into his ear, how her mouth clung to his as if maybe, just maybe, he was a lifeline for her. Her breathing had turned into a mantra of his name, and he increased the pressure of his fingers, and she cried out, a needy sound that went straight to his groin. She opened her eyes, glossed over and disoriented with desire.

“Are you okay?” He asked, trying to hide the smile on his lips. He had caused that look and he was damn proud of it.

“Huh?” She responded, blinking a few times, licking her lips as if she was trying to concentrate. “Y-Yeah.” She stammered.

“Are you sure? Do you want me to stop?” He asked almost sarcastically.

That question got her attention quickly. She furrowed her eyebrows at him. “Only if you want to lose some limbs.” She threatened.

“You’re so bossy.” Sebastian mocked but was already trailing feather like kisses down her throat then the front of her chest. He shut his eyes when her fingers delved into his hair. At the same time he stopped his trail of kisses on her chest, sucking gently on the top of her cleavage.

“I-I’m not bossy.” She protested unconvincingly.

“Oh baby, you are.” Sebastian argued as his tongue involuntarily licked her soft skin. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He lifted his head back up and found her face flushed, her mouth wet from his kisses and that wasn’t the only place she was wet. She was drenched for him and the knowledge brought a surge of pleasure so sharp he couldn’t contain his groan or keep his fingers from playing in her slippery heat.

“Please...” Camille whimpered into his mouth as she rocked her hips in tune with his fingers, urging him on. He wanted to learn her body. He wanted to know what made her cry out in ecstasy. Her hand quickly came down on top of his, holding him there as if afraid he would pull away and stop.

That wasn’t going to happen. Not when he had her almost at the edge. Instead he moved with her and increased the pressure and pace as she wanted. He swallowed the lump in his throat and glanced down to watch, nearly making him lose it.

Camille’s eyes were shut tightly again as her mouth opened and then gasped for air, her belly quivering as he moved his fingers on her, in her. He bend down and sucked hard on her collarbone as he stroked her. She went tense then burst.

“Fuck- you look so hot right now.” He blurted out, lifting his head, unable to keep his eyes off her as she exploded for him, on him, all over him. It was the sexiest, most erotic thing he had ever seen and he hadn’t even been touched.

Her hips slowed and she released his hand. He was slow to take his hands off her and let them glide up and over her hip, over her ribs, feeling the goosebumps all over her skin before he withdrew, gently helping her slip the dress back over her shoulders. Sebastian didn’t want to let go of her just yet, he leaned into her and pressed his mouth to the side of her cheek, his chest pressed against hers. He could feel her heart racing deep within her chest, just like his.

“Holy shit- that was amazing.” She breathed out. “You’re amazing.” he whispered into her ear. Camille turned her face towards his. “I think I had some help.” she murmured, sweetly pressing her lips to his. “I need a moment to catch my breath.” She confessed with a light giggle.

“Mmkay.” Sebastian answered, nuzzling the side of her face with his nose. Not able to keep away from her.

After a few extra moments, Camille finally spoke up again. “I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm like that.”

“Want to try for another one?” Sebastian teased, kissing her.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He answered without a second thought and grinning from ear to ear.

“Mmmm, I might have to take you up on that...” Camille responded with another sweet kiss.

Their kiss broke at the sound of a phone ringing. Once, twice, three times before it stopped completely.

“What the-?”

Camille’s eyes grew wide with recognition and she gasped. “My phone! I left it in here earlier!” Quickly tugging at her dress so it fit right again and tying it back up. She looked back up Sebastian with a disappointed face. “They’re probably looking for me. I should get back out there.”

Sebastian placed another lose strand of hair behind her ear. “Okay.” Then cupped her face, tugging it toward him for another one of her kisses. Their lips touched for the next few moments in sweet and small pecks.

Finally Camille was the one to pull away with a shy smile. “We should stop now or someone will find us naked in here.” She teased with a wink.

Sebastian smiled slyly and responded. “I mean, it is technically a dressing room.”

****

“Can I get a picture of you and the bride?”

“Of course!”

Camille jumped slightly when she felt a light tap on her shoulders. She blinked out of her thoughts and found her younger sister standing behind her with a curious look on her face. “Hmm? What?” She asked stupidly.

“He wants to get a picture of us.” Natalie repeated, furrowing her eyebrows.

Clearing her throat, Camille set down the plate of fruit and smile widely, wrapping one arm around her sister’s shoulder as the photographer took a few pictures of them. “Oh! Yes of course.”

After he thanked them and walked away, Natalie turned to Camille. “Okay- what’s up with you?” She demanded.

“What are you talking about?” Picking the plate with fruit back up from the dessert buffet. Rehearsal dinner had just ended and so far things were going without a hitch. Especially since Staci had finally showed up, taking over for Camille, which she had been more than grateful for her to do.

“You’ve been standing over here for a while now-“

“I’m getting fruit for Tia Lupe. You know she can’t walk too well.” Camille explained.

“Noo, you were supposed to be getting fruit for her but you were taking so long she asked one of the waiters to bring it to her.”

By that time Camille had gone back to distributing more fruit on the plate and was half paying attention. A silly smile tugging on her lips.

“Why are you smiling?!”

Camille pursed her lips together to try and hide it, but it wouldn’t go away. So she bit down on her lower lip instead, but it seemed she didn’t have control of her face at the moment. She quickly bend her head down and reached for a piece of strawberry to try and keep her mouth busy.

She couldn’t help it damn it! Every time she thought about the events from earlier, she would get a burst of butterflies in her stomach and a throbbing feeling between her thighs.

Sebastian had given her an orgasm. A hell of an orgasm. One that had not been inspected, but had felt amazing. It wasn’t like she didn’t try and take care of her sexual needs in other ways, but nothing could top a human touch. And Sebastian’s touch had been just what her body needed apparently. Plus, the fact that it had been over a year since she had sex it had made the moment more intense for her.

She had left the room before he had, legs feeling like jello as she had walked, but feeling completely and utterly satisfied. With whatever strength she had, she managed to continue getting things ready for the rehearsal dinner. No one being the wiser that she had disappeared for a little bit.

“Seriously! What’s going on with you?” Natalie asked at the same time grabbing Camille’s elbow, leading them to an empty table. Camille plopped unto one of the chairs, Natalie following. “Are you drunk?” Her younger sister hissed.

Camille jerked her head up to glare. “No!” She exclaimed, placing the small plate on the table.

“High?”

She jaw dropped open at the accusations. “No! Estas loca?!”

Natalie leaned back against the chair with a shrug. “I just had to ask.” Then folded her arms across her chest, a cautious look in her eyes. “I figured you weren’t though.” She stated with a satisfied smirk on her features. “Now tell me what the hell is going on!”

“I can’t believe you would accuse me of being high on your wedding day!” Camille mumbled as she folded her arms in front of her.

“Well... I mean I wouldn’t judge if you were...” Natalie trailed off. “I would just be upset that you didn’t offer me any.” Camille rolled her eyes. “It has been a hectic day.”

Camille’s mouth twitched, not bothering to argue. It had been a pretty stressful day- until Sebastian had shown up anyway. She licked her lips before biting on the lower one, trying again to keep from grinning like a damn teenager when her mind began to wonder back to their intimate moment from a few hours ago.

Fuck. The way he had kissed and took control made her insides flutter. She couldn’t stop her brain from replaying the moments over and over. It had been the hottest thing she has ever done. She wasn’t a prude when it came to sex. But she usually kept that for the bedroom...not out in public. She hadn’t been able to control herself or her hormones because she found herself not just wanting him but needing him. It had almost felt like an outer body experience. That was the best way to explain it.

“Mira, you either tell me or I’m going to go get Tia Yolanda.” Natalie threaten. “She’s already asked me twice if I knew why you’ve been so distracted the last few hours.”

“Maybe because I’ve been trying to help prepare for this dinner.” She reminded, hoping that answer would suffice.

It was Natalie’s turn to roll her eyes. “Please.” She started, crossing one leg over the other. “That’s such a bullshit answer. Although- it is the one I gave her.” She quirked an eyebrow. “She was also asking about el muchacho...”

Camille sighed. “What did you say?” She knew it was coming. The questions about Sebastian and who exactly was he to her. And as annoying as it was- she would rather answer Sebastian questions than David ones any day.

“Nothing. I just said he was a friend. She was like: de verdad? Esta guapo.” A sly smile on her face.

At that comment, Camille felt a small smile tug back on her lips. He was cute. Her Tia was right about that. Not just cute, but sexy. Never in her life had she described anyone in that way.

“Oh my god....!” Camille glanced back at Natalie. Her younger sister was looking back at her wide-eyed. “You guys did it!”

“Did what?”

“You and Sebastian!” Natalie whispered quickly.

“W-What?!”

“You didn’t?” Natalie asked with a disappointed look.

Camille let out an annoyed sigh at Natalie’s interrogation. “No, no we didn’t! We’ve barely had a chance to talk-.”

Natalie interrupted her. “You mean- you guys haven’t kissed again?”

Pressing her lips together, Camille looked anywhere but at her sister. She wasn’t going to lie to her.

Natalie snickered. “Ha! I knew it!” Reaching out for a piece of fruit to shove into her mouth.

Camille jolted her eyes back to Natalie and tried to glare, but a goofy smile played on her lips. Ugh! She really couldn’t control it. “Fine…we…might have done some…kissing…” she admitted with a nonchalant shrug. “A lot of kissing.” She couldn’t help but mumble.

Natalie’s beamed, clapping her hands excitedly in front of her. “Que mas?”

“Nada mas!” Camille answered back in Spanish. But knew her sister would see right through her. She was right, Natalie was giving her a knowing scowl. Letting out an exasperated sound, Camille bit down on her lower lip apprehensively. Natalie was her sister, she wouldn’t judge, but this was also her wedding weekend and she didn’t want to take that away from her.

“Camille!”

“Okay, okay!” Camille exclaimed. “You know the drought I’ve been in the past year? Let’s just say- it officially ended today….” She gasped in surprise and almost fell out of her chair when Natalie wrapped her arms around her and squealed in delight. “Nat!” Camille cried with a short giggle and gripped unto her sister’s arm for leverage. “Why are you more excited about this than I am?”

Natalie let go and fully sat back down but still bounced in the chair. “Because you deserve something good in your life!” She said with a huge grin. “And Sebastian is a good guy. He cares and takes care of you and-.”

“Whoa-whoa. Slow down.” Camille said with a nervous laugh. “We haven’t decided on anything and you’re already making assumptions about something I don’t even know if I want.” And that was the truth. “Like I said-we haven’t even had the chance to talk-“

“Then go talk to him!” Natalie demanded eagerly.

Camille gave her a weird look. “I can’t right now.”

“Why not?”

She looked at her sister as if she had a third eye. “Because we’re here celebrating your wedding-.”

Natalie waved a dismissive hand. “Dinner is over. Everyone is just now hanging out, relaxing before we all go to our separate rooms.”

That was true. The benefit of having a wedding at a hotel was the fact that people had to leisure to come and go, especially since most of the guest were staying there. Natalie and Samantha has gone through a lot of scenarios/ideas of the type of wedding they wanted. Finally deciding on a wedding in the mountains and ocean. They had picked Big Sur, California. They wanted a weekend celebration with those they love. It felt intimate enough, but also allowed for people to enjoy their surroundings.

“You’ve done your big sister speech and made sure everything was perfect for me and Sam.” She added with a warm smile. Camille opened her mouth to protest, but Natalie stopped her. “Look-you’re leaving here soon- don’t you think you deserve to know what could be between you two?”

Camille opened her mouth again, but shut it. Not having an answer. After a few moments of silence, she spoke up. “What about Tia Yolanda?”

Because if there was one thing Camille knew, was her aunt kept tabs on everything and everyone.

Natalie creased her eyebrows in concentration. Camille could see the wheels turning in her head. “You leave her to me.” Standing up. “You were able to keep her away from staff most of the day, I think I can I can manage.” She added with a wink.

Camille followed her lead and stood up. Her heart beating a bit quicker. “Are you sure?” She tried to stall.

“Yes. I’m sure. Cam- you deserve some happiness too. I know these past six months have sucked.”

“I know. You’re right.” She murmured with a light sigh. “But I don’t even know what I want.” She confessed. Reality settling in the pit of her stomach. She was leaving for 10 months. She didn’t think she was ready for another relationship. She shook her head. She was getting ahead of herself.

“Then go find out. And in the process maybe have a few good orgasms.” Natalie teased.

Camille rolled her eyes at her sister’s lame joke. “Shut up.”

Giggling, Natalie nodded toward the bar. “Go.” She ordered sternly.

She looked over her shoulder and found Sebastian standing at the bar. His back to her. She shut her eyes for a split moment then turned back to her sister. “I can’t believe you’re encouraging this on your wedding weekend.”

“Hey- I shouldn’t be the only one having sex this weekend.”

Camille shook her head but laughed. “I’m not going to have sex-.”

“Okay, Okay, fine. I’m not saying you have to sleep with him. But you should go talk to him.” Then pointed a scolding finger. “But- don’t get too crazy. We still have the wedding tomorrow.”

Camille wrinkled her nose, without another thought or word, she turned on her heels and walked toward him. Her hands clammy all of a sudden. Once she was behind him, she came to a halt and sucked in a large breath. She took another long stride and stood next to him at the bar. She nudged his shoulder with her own.

Sebastian quickly turned his head in her direction, a warm smile tugging on his lips when he recognized her. “Hey.” He responded, nudging her back.

Camille felt a jolt of electricity run through her body at the light touch.

Since Sebastian was her plus one. He had sat at the table with her. Though they had sat together for dinner, the opportunity to talk was limited with other people there. The most they could do was share small smiles and light touches here and there. Whether it was passing each silverware, salt, pepper etc., their fingers, hands touched and it would linger longer than it should. The light touches were meant to look accidental but they were both acutely aware of what they were doing.

“They finally drive you away from the table?” She teased gently.

“Hmm?” He said with a raised eyebrow and a slow lick of his bottom lip.

Camille knew he didn’t do it on purpose. She knew it was a nervous habit at times. But damn, did it cause a reaction to her body. “My family.”

His eyes widen. “Oh no!” Shaking his head. “I needed another drink.” Showing her his glass. “I’m not one to pass up an open bar.” Camille only nodded as he took a sip from it. “Feeling better now that’s over?” He asked with a knowing smirk.

“Yes.” She responded, her eyes searching for the bartender. He was at the other end, pouring drinks for guest. “We still have tomorrow.” She reminded.

“Yeah.” She heard Sebastian say.

She looked back at him and found him gazing back at her with those sapphire eyes, his jaw set, but Camille caught the clinch. She felt the air leave her lungs. They locked eyes for the next few moments, neither one saying a word. The noise from the guests surrounding them. Swallowing the huge lump in her throat, she reached and brushed her hand over his arm. “C’mon.” She heard herself say.

Sebastian blinked in surprise. “W-What?”

Taking his hand, Camille nodded slightly toward the exit door a few feet away. “Follow me.”

“Are you sure?” He asked in a skeptical tone.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Tugging at his hand, at the same her eyes landed on the unopened bottle of champagne on the other side of the bar. Biting lightly on her bottom lip, she pushed herself on her toes and swiftly grabbed the bottle. “Grab those two clean glasses next to you.” She ordered with a small giggle.

Sebastian eyes danced with mischief when he realized what they were about to do. Quickly he reached for them. Once they were securely in his hand, Camille pulled them toward the exit.

As quietly and briskly as possible they walked out and into the huge backyard that was the Pacific Ocean on one side and mountains on the other. The sun had gone down, but the lights from the hotel illuminated just enough of the walkway for them to walk down the steps. Camille could hear the waves crashing, even though they were technically on top of a cliff.

She was never going to get over how beautiful Big Sur truly was.

The further they got away from the hotel, the darker the walkway got until they reached the end of the cliff which was safely enclosed by stones you could sit on and a huge fire pit the middle, that was lit at the moment. Letting go of his hand, Camille walked ahead of him and sat down in front of the fire. A small shiver running through her when her body finally reacted to the cold breeze. She sat the bottle of champagne next to her at the same time Sebastian sat down.

“How is it that I’ve never been here before?” Sebastian mused. Camille squinted her forehead. He continued. “Just…my dad lives up north and I didn’t know this place was here.”

“It is pretty secluded.” She answered and leaned the top half of her body closer to the fire pit to warm up.

“Where’s your coat?” Sebastian asked, putting down the glasses to shake off his sport jacket and put over her shoulders.

“In my room?” she mumbled with a sheepish smile. “Thanks.” she added, sliding her arms into the sleeves of the jacket. He only frowned. “In my defense, I didn’t know I was going to come out here.”

“Hmm.” Was his only response at the same time she involuntarily leaned into him, and settled one side of her face on his shoulder. He pressed a light kiss to the top of her head, but didn’t say another word.

Camille shut her eyes, appreciating the comfortable silence between them. A part of her had been afraid that if they every crossed the line, it would make things awkward. Yet, it didn’t feel that way.

“Everything okay with Natalie?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I just saw you talking to her earlier and I wasn’t sure if something was wrong…” trailing off.

Lifting her head back up, she met his stare. “Everything is fine. We…were actually talking about you…” she said without thinking.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow in surprise. “About me?” he repeated.

“Hmm, yeah. About how I needed to find you so we could talk.” She said slowly, watching his reaction at her words.

That time he raised both eyebrows. “You told her…? I mean of course you told her-she’s your sister.” He reasoned with himself. Then swayed a bit to give her a small nudge, a sly smirk on his features. “You told her everything?”

“NO!” she cried out. “I mean not in detail-.” She stopped and tried to gather her thoughts. After a few moments, she spoke again. “I’m leaving in a few days Seb…”

“I know dragoste.”

She sighed. “And what happened was…wonderful.” She finished, unable to hide the smile on her face as she got flashes of what they had done. “But I mean I’m still leaving for this job…and I don’t know how you feel about it…” she said lamely.

Sebastian leaned his face closer to her, pressing his forehead to hers. “Well…” letting his tongue snake out to wet his lips. “I know I like kissing you.” He confessed. “A lot.”

She grinned like a fool at his words. “I like kissing you too…”

“Yeah I kind of figured that out.” He teased, giving her a genuine smile. “So why don’t we just kiss some more before you have to leave for this amazing job?” he suggested, cupping her face with both hands.

Her heart jumped, not just at the chance of getting to kiss him again, but at the recognition that he was as supportive in what she loved to do, just like her family was. She looked up at him through her lashes. “So…what you’re saying is…we should probably continue doing more if it…right now?” she asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“I would say…yes.” He answered without hesitation and a shy smile.

“Hmm...” Tilting her head just enough for her lips to brush against his softly. The butterflies from earlier setting back in to the pit of her stomach as she closed her eyes.

Sebastian tugged her face closer and opened his mouth over hers, almost as if unable to resist the urge to taste her. She shivered at the first lick his tongue did. Her mouth opened slowly, her hand buried in his hair, tugging him for a deeper kiss. She had feeling this was never going to get old, kissing him. Their mouths continued to invade each other for the next few minutes. Small sighs and whimpers lingering in the air with every kiss they shared.

Camille wasn’t sure how long they had been sitting there before Sebastian broke their embrace and pressed light kisses to the side of her mouth. “Just so you know,” he said hoarsely. “There’s no pressure here. I would never want to jeopardize your career.”

She let out a shaky breath. “O-ookay.” But her mind was only focused on his mouth now. She pressed one hand on his cheek. “I need you to kiss me.” A light shiver running all the way down and in between her thighs when he outline her bottom lip with his thumb. Her mouth reached out and nipped it. Her whole body feeling like it was on fire. She let her hand trail down the front of his chest as he leaned back in to press a hard kiss. His tongue assaulting hers again.

They continued to kiss, his hands coming up to grip the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He trailed his mouth down her jaw, neck, sucking lightly on her skin. Camille squirmed in her spot, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her skin again. Just like earlier.

“Sebastian…” she whimpered, breaking from his mouth.

He cleared his throat, opened his eyes and stroked her bottom lip again. His thumb had already made its way into her mouth. Camille took the opportunity to give it a gentle suck between her lips. He grunted at the action. “Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?”

Camille grinned despite herself. “Only a little.” Sticking her tongue back out to lick his thumb again. She swallowed slowly when his blue eyes darken. She needed for him to take her again. Just like in the dressing room. The smile from earlier disappeared as she took his mouth back on hers, kissing him eagerly and desperately, trying to convey what she needed through the kiss. “My room is only on the other side…” her voice laced with need.

At those words, he broke from her again and searched her face intensely. “Camille, I wasn’t trying to-“

She interjected by giving his bottom lip a soft nip. “I know that.” Smiling reassuringly at him before pressing her lips to his for another hot kiss. “It’s more comfortable than being out here and less likely to be caught by prying eyes.” She said after a few moments. “And I’m not going lie-I rather be in my room when you get touch me again…”

Sebastian lolled his head to one side at her words and mumbled something in Romanian.

“What did you just say?” She asked as innocently as possible.

His beautiful chiseled jaw twitched, the lustful look in his eyes obvious. Acting as if she didn’t notice his reaction, she grazed her fingernails up and down the front of his chest. He cleared his throat and writhe on the spot. She gasped in surprise when he gripped her wrist and brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing each fingertip tenderly.

“Is that a yes?” She breathed. Her heart feeling like it was going to jump out of her chest.

“A yes?” Sebastian mumbled.

“About going to my room?” Camille questioned, starting to feel a bit anxious about suggesting the idea. What if he didn’t want to? Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. What if it truly ruined everything?

He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple. “I’ll do whatever you want. As long as you’re comfortable. I’ll follow your lead baby.”

Camille sighed in contentment. His words, easing her nerves and calming her. Lifting her head, she brushed her lips against his for a few more minutes. She broke the kiss and stood up. Grasping the champagne bottle in one hand, she felt her confidence building and reached for his hand. “C’mon.” She heard herself whisper, tangled her fingers with his and lead them toward her hotel room.

@thewintersadie @its-daydreamer23 @janeyboo @peaceinourtime82 @jhangelface0523 @mydragulesebastian

#Sebastian Stan #seb #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan fanfiction #unthinkable #fanfic latina

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Lamentamos que hayas tenido que ser ciudadano de una de las comarcas con peor fama de Alemania, Axelle Seidoux. La gente de Garwick se cuestiona si será capaz de soportar otro año de purificación ¿lo demostrará? Estamos ansiosos de verlo.

¡Bienvenida, Stan! Gracias por contar con nosotros y esperamos tu cuenta del personaje dentro de poco ¡Buen día! <3

INFORMACIÓN OOC

—Stan. — 24 años. — México, GMT-5. — 6-7/10. — Thieves are caught on the run, we need to rile ‘em up a bit.

INFORMACIÓN IC

— Morgan Axelle Seidoux — 27 años. —Descendiente de Lean y Dean Seidoux — Emma Stone — Empleada en la tienda de curiosidades y leyendas del pueblo. —Personalidad Eres terca, Axelle. Terca como tú sola. Primero la abuela te pidió que estudiaras Ingeniería, para conseguir un trabajo de verdad. Les dijiste que no, y para joderlos más, escogiste diseño. Cuando aceptaron que serías diseñadora, quisiste volver a joderlos y cambiarte a Artes Escénicas. Siempre fue así. Si la abuela te decía que se pusieras el vestido azul, tú irremediablemente escogías el vestido amarillo. Si un maestro te decía que dos más dos era cuatro, tú decías que era cinco y nadie te movía. Eres terca, Axelle… Terca, irritable, demasiado directa y no sabes cuándo cerrar la boca. A veces parece que quieres ofender a la gente, pero no es así. Ellos no saben nada. Les gusta criticarte para hacerte enojar, porque saben que tu forma de enfadarte es desesperantemente adorable. Aunque sueltes palabrotas que sonarían indecentes en la boca de un camionero, tu forma de arrugar la nariz resulta terriblemente enternecedora. Pero, ¿quién es realmente Axelle? Además de ser la perra terca y dolorosamente honesta, claro. Eres una chica como las demás. Odias usar tacones, y vestidos, pero igual lo haces. Te martiriza subir de peso, pero comes como vikingo. Estás perdidamente enamorada de alguna celebridad que jamás te va a hacer caso y cantas en la ducha. Te gusta ver los programas de cocina para imitarlos, y esperas encontrar a algún cabrón que te soporte a ti y a tus estupideces. Esperas no quedarte sola y sobre todo, esperas saber qué esperar. Eres terca, Reeve… terca. Terca, astuta e incomprensible… como todas las mujeres. Pero está bien, ¿no? Mientras tú te caigas bien todo anda sobre ruedas. —Puntos Relevantes.

El divorcio de sus padres.

Su madre, luego de vivir inestable y salir con un montón de hombres para superar el abandono de su ex esposo, se suicidó dos días antes del cumpleaños número 7 de Axelle. Se crió con su abuela.

A la edad de 18 años resultó embarazada, dio en adopción al niño ya que quería estudiar la universidad y su abuela le dio a escoger entre ser madre o estudiar. Ahora que ha crecido y su carrera como actriz jamás despegó (además de pequeñas obras de teatro locales), se arrepiente. Quiere saber qué ha pasado con él.

A su abuela le diagnosticaron cáncer meses atrás, Axe es quien la lleva a hacer sus tratamientos al hospital.

#audición #audiciónaceptada #cupo:seidouxfem

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Primero, quiero pedirle disculpas a todos los que están leyendo esto. De verdad lo lamento. Estoy viniendo a ustedes en un momento de necesidad. Lo único que pido de ustedes es que lean la historia completa, eso es lo único que necesito. Mi nombre es Andrea, soy una madre soltera. No les digo esto con el propósito de recibir una medalla o de que me feliciten como muchas otras del círculo social al que pertenezco. Ellas sólo quieren palmaditas en la espalda y que les den reconocimiento; sólo quiero algo de tu tiempo. Veo a la maternidad como un fastidio. Es algo necesario, sí, pero es algo fastidioso también. Mi hijo se llama Jesse. Tiene once años. Jesse comenzó el quinto grado como cualquier otro niño. Él era un chico muy alegre, lleno de vida y con mucha energía. Todo eso cambió cuando conoció a Stan este martes. Stan era un estudiante que había acabado de ingresar al colegio. Se sentaba al lado de Jesse. Cuando fui a recoger a Jesse de la escuela él no paraba de decirme que Stan era su nuevo mejor amigo. No parecía actuar como él mismo. Estaba muy pálido y sudoroso. Le tomé la temperatura, pero no tenía fiebre. Le pregunté cómo le había ido en el colegio, pero lo único que decía era que Stan era su mejor amigo. “Stan es mi nuevo mejor amigo” Decía Jesse. “Lo sé, quisiera conocerlo alguna vez” Le respondía yo. “Mamá, Stan es genial. Debería presentártelo alguna vez. Es mi mejor amigo. El mejor amigo de todo el mundo entero.” Tuvimos esa misma conversación unas cien veces ese mismo día. Cuando acosté a Jesse en su cama, él me miro con lágrimas en los ojos. Puso su mano enfrente de su cara y me señaló con el dedo para que me acercara un poco. Volteé mi cabeza y él me dijo algo en la oreja que me dio un pequeño escalofrío. En ese momento no sabía porque me dio un escalofrío, pero lo hizo. “Tú me crees. ¿Verdad?” Me susurró. Me levanté de la cama para poder verlo de frente. “¿Qué si te creo qué, cariño?” “Stan,” Respondió. “Stan es mi mejor amigo.” Asentí con la cabeza y le volví a tomar la temperatura. No parecía tener fiebre, de nuevo. Me fui a mi cama, pero en realidad no pude dormir bien esa noche. El miércoles, cuando iba en camino de llevar a Jesse al colegio, se le veía muy extraño, me dijo que no quería ir a la escuela hoy. “¿Te sientes mal?” Le pregunté. “No” me contestó. Se estaba mordiendo el labio inferior de manera muy extraña. Nunca lo había visto tan nervioso. “No. Tengo que ir a clases.” Abrió la puerta del auto y se fue directo a la entrada de la escuela. Sin decirme te quiero. Ni siquiera un adiós. Nada. Caminó hacia la entrada del colegio con la cabeza baja. Presioné los frenos y di media vuelta para dirigirme al trabajo. Un niño estaba parado enfrente de mi carro. Dos segundos más y lo hubiera arrollado. El chico era pálido, con un cabello de color amarillo casi blanco y ojos de azul claro. Dio unos golpes en la parte delantera del auto como si fuera una puerta dos veces, me saludó, y subió las escaleras camino a la escuela. Cuando recogí a Jesse de la escuela ese día, se le veía más animado. Estaba solamente un poco más pálido de lo normal, pero de resto se le veía alegre. Me dijo todo lo que había hecho en la escuela. Me habló sobre dinosaurios, música, matemáticas, y luego me dijo sobre lo que hizo en el receso. “Y después de matemáticas tuvimos receso. Mamá, no creerás lo que hice hoy en el receso” “Dime” Le dije, sonriéndome a mí misma mientras conducía. Estaba pensando en las cosas que jugaba yo con mis compañeros cuando tenía su edad. Algo clásico, algo normal. “Me uní a una iglesia” Estaba un poco confundida. “¿Te uniste a una iglesia?... ¿En el receso?” Jesse asintió. “La iglesia de Stan.” Creí que era alguna cosa que se habían inventado los chicos para entretenerse. “¿Qué es la iglesia de Stan?” Le pregunté. “Es la iglesia de Stan, Mamá.” Jesse se rio como si hubiera hecho una pregunta obvia. “¿Y qué es lo que hacen ahí? Ya sabes, como miembros de esa iglesia” Le pregunté. “Muchas cosas. Hoy solamente hicimos la iniciación y escuchamos a Stan. Estaba hablando en palabras raras y divertidas, luego todos nos sentíamos cansados y nos acostamos un rato.” Estacioné el auto junto a la casa. “¿Eso fue todo?” Le pregunté. Eso sonaba raro, pero los chicos no parecían estar haciendo nada malo. “Stan nos dio volantes también” Jesse sacó un pedazo de papel arrugado de su bolsillo. Tenía tres palabras escritas en marcador negro. Iglesia de Stan. Al día siguiente, cuando fui a recoger a Jesse de la escuela, estaba convencida de que algo de verdad malo le estaba pasando a mi hijo. Estaba muy asustado y nervioso. “¿Qué te ocurre, cariño?” Pregunté, tocando su frente para sentir su temperatura. No tenía fiebre. “Jugamos al juego de las almas hoy” Dijo. Su cabeza estaba de lado. No se quedaba quieto en su asiento. Miraba a todos lados en el camino a casa. “¿El juego de las almas?” Le pregunté. Él sólo asintió con la cabeza, mirando a todos lados como si buscara algo. Una enorme cantidad de sudor corría por su cara. “¿Qué es el juego de las almas?” Pregunté. “Le dije que no quería hacerlo, pero él me dijo que dejaría de ser mi amigo si no jugaba con él.” “¿Cuándo fue eso? ¿Dónde estaban los profesores?” “Todo ocurrió en la iglesia,” contestó. Luego dijo casi susurrando, “Los adultos no pueden entrar a la iglesia.” “¿La iglesia de Stan?” Jesse asintió, con una lágrima deslizándose por su mejilla. “¿Qué es el juego de las almas, Jesse? Soy tu madre. Si tienes algún problema sólo dímelo.” “No puedo decirte, mamá. No puedo. Las reglas son malas. Son muy malas” “¿Y si le pregunto a Stan?” Pregunté “¿Él me dirá las reglas?” “¡NO!” Gritó Jesse, dándome un verdadero susto. “NO LE PREGUNTES A STAN LAS REGLAS. POR FAVOR, NO LO HAGAS, MAMÁ. POR FAVOR.” Estacioné el auto, asustada y confundida. “Promételo, mamá promételopromételopromételopromételopromételopromételoporfavor.” Jesse estaba balbuceando, estaba muy asustado. Lo agarré y comencé a sacudirlo, tratando de calmarlo. Se quedó dormido en mis brazos, así que lo llevé a su cama y lo acosté para dormirlo. Sólo necesita dormir. Me decía a mí misma. Lo único que necesita es dormir. Lo dejé en su cama y cené sola. Fui a verlo a su cuarto alrededor de las nueve antes de acostarme. Parecía estar profundamente dormido. Me desperté inmediatamente al oírlo gritando 18 minutos pasadas las 12 de la noche. Corrí hacia su cuarto, pero no estaba en su cama. Encendí la luz y Jesse salió del closet en el que se escondía, corriendo, como si algo lo persiguiera. Se abrazó a mi pierna, seguía llorando. Traté de calmarlo e intenté preguntarle qué pasaba. Nada de esto tenía sentido. Seguía gritando sobre el juego de las almas. Intenté volverlo a acostar pero no hacía caso. Finalmente, decidí llevarlo a la cama conmigo. Jesse se durmió inmediatamente. Yo me quedé acostada en mi lado de la cama mirándolo, acariciando su cabello, cuando de repente sus ojos se abrieron y me miró fijamente. “Le contaré las reglas del juego mañana después de clases, señora.” Me dijo. Luego volvió a cerrar los ojos. ¿Qué le estaba pasando a mi hijo? En la oscuridad, no podía hacer nada más que mirar el techo, moverme de lado a lado y mirar el baño. No pude dormir esa noche. ¿Sabes cuando estás apunto de dormirte pero a veces algo te despierta? A veces imaginas que te tropiezas y caes, y te obliga a despertarte. Eso me pasó por toda la noche, sólo que lo que me despertaba era una silueta que aparecía en la puerta del baño cada vez que se me cerraban los ojos. Pero cada vez que miraba atentamente no lograba ver nada. Cada vez que cerraba los ojos, la figura aparecía de nuevo, obligándome a despertar, sólo que cada vez aparecía más cerca de mí. Esto siguió pasando toda la noche, hasta que se hizo la hora de llevar a Jesse al colegio. Esta mañana Jesse se veía muy distante, como adormecido. Yo estaba igual, pero más exhausta. Pensé en preguntarle a Jesse sobre lo que ocurrió ayer. Pero temía que volviera a pasar lo mismo de ayer. Lo lleve de camino a la escuela. Él no decía nada, parecía un robot; sin vida ni emociones. Tiempo después de haberlo dejado en la escuela recibí una llamada, para que regresara a recogerlo. Había vomitado en clase. Cuando fui a recogerlo. Se le veía igual. Le pregunté varias cosas, pero sólo me rugía como respuesta. Iba a llevarlo al doctor después de que se cambiara de ropa. No dijo nada hasta que llegamos al estacionamiento. “¿Puede Stan venir hoy a casa?” me preguntó. “No te sientes bien, cariño. ¿De verdad quieres que venga hoy?” Le pregunté. Ya quería conocer a este chico, pero no parecía que Jesse quisiera tenerlo en casa. “Sí” Me respondió. “Okay, ¿Tienes el número de sus padres?” “Él ya le preguntó a sus padres, ellos dijeron que podía venir.” “Pues todavía tenemos que esperar a que salga de clases. Y aún así quiero hablar con sus padres.” “Okay.” Jesse bajó del auto y caminamos a la entrada de la casa. “¿Tienes su número?” Le pregunté, cerrando la puerta. “No” Me contestó. Le preguntaba cómo se suponía que hablaría con sus padres si no tengo su número y si no sé donde viven, pero alguien tocó la puerta. Yo estaba parada justo al lado de ella. Abrí la puerta, y parado en frente de ella estaba el chico pálido de ojos azules que casi atropello el otro día. Una chica muy parecida a él estaba a su lado. “¿Sí?” Les pregunté. “Hola Driz, ¿Está Jesse en casa?” Dijo el chico. No sé como sabía ese apodo. No me llamaban así desde la universidad, cuando mis amigas me lo habían puesto en una noche de ebriedad, era corto para Drizzy. “No” Le respondí. “Está bien” Dijo la niña que lo acompañaba. “Mi nombre es Devin, y creo que ya conoces a mi hermano Stan.” Stan sonrió y comenzó a hablar. “Las reglas del juego son muy simples. Regla uno: No pasar frente a espejos por la noche. Regla dos: No dejar ninguna puerta abierta cuando te vayas a acostar esta noche. Pregúntale a Jesse sobre la regla tres, y recuerda esto, un rechinido significa que estás haciendo algo mal, un crujido significa que estás a punto de perder. Cuando las luces se apaguen de repente, con suerte no verás la silueta oscura observándote en una esquina de la habitación. Con suerte no sentirás su respiración en tu cuello mientras caes al suelo. Y si escuchas un golpeteo. Bueno, con suerte nunca escucharás un golpeteo.” Stan se dio media vuelta y se fue con su hermana. Me les quedé viendo mientras se iban y agité mi cabeza. No iba a ser parte de su estúpido juego. Caminé a la cocina y me encontré con Jesse sentado en una silla a un lado de la mesa, llorando. “¿Qué ocurre, cariño?” Le pregunté. “Escuché un golpeteo” Me dijo entre sollozos. Mi boca estaba seca. “¿Cuándo termina el juego?” Le pregunté. “Nunca,” Me susurró. “El juego nunca termina” Mi corazón estaba latiendo muy rápidamente. “Cuál es la regla número tres, Jesse?” Su cara perdió toda expresión y trató de reunir aliento para decirme la última regla “Regla tres. Una vez que sepas todas las reglas, ya eres un jugador.” Mi corazón se detenía. “¿Qué ocurre cuando pierdes?” “Cuando sea de noche, los oirás llegar. Les gusta hacerte saber que están cerca.” “¿Quiénes?” “Stan y Devin” Dijo Jesse. “Vendrán de cualquier espejo o puerta abierta y te arrastrarán con ellos.” “¿Cómo ganas?” “Ganas si le cuentas a más personas las reglas del juego que la persona que te las contó a ti.” Como dije al principio, lo lamento. Pero gracias por ayudarme. Lo digo sinceramente. Ahora puedo disfrutar mi libertad de nuevo. Espero que disfruten su noche. Y saluden a Stan y Devin de mi parte.

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pianostarinwonderland · 2 years

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Ah another Azul Stan/Simp! Well met ^_^ might I ask if you have any tumblrs/AO3s that you recommend for good Azul or even Tweed fics? I'm in the midst of writing one-with a good few chapters out-and am looking for inspiration/ other perspectives

Wawawa hello!!

Frankly, I’m very picky about Twst fanfics, so much so that I don’t really pick up on them. In general, for Twst fics, I recommend @advernia and @hunting-season because the way they think as they write their ideas is so beautiful. It’s pretty different from the typical yume content you see in the general fandom space, which I really appreciate, and they really touch on the canon while weaving it into their art.

There’s another fanfic author that I like called @zgvlt . They’re very famous for their long one-shots, and I really really aspire to write as well as they do. Their style draws in a lot of people due to its colloquial writing, something that I really want to be able to do. 😭 And even if their scenarios use common tropes in the fandom, it’s very clear that they’ve thought deeply on how a character would interact with or react to a situation without letting too much bias cloud their vision. I know they’ve done a Sebek and Jade oneshot. This one Azul fic they did is to die for, though. It takes the common “Azul overthinks his first date with you” trope, but it really pokes and prods at Azul’s way of looking at life. Tell me to judge the characterization, and I will be able to connect several lines in that fic to actual card lines Azul said in the game and say, “OP really studied him”. Highly recommended read. Now if only I can remember who’s this lovely person. 🤠

There is also this really wonderful tweels/Azul fic written back when Octavinelle came out in JP. I highly recommend it because I think OP has one of the best ways of writing Floyd.

When it comes to writing Octavinelle, I want you to keep in mind to balance their character traits. It is so common to see people lean to one way when it comes to the three of them: Azul’s crybaby vs. capitalist sides, Jade’s mushroom loving vs. sadistic sides, Floyd’s moody (often perceived to be cute) vs. feral sides. Yes, every character needs to have that balance, but Octavinelle especially is boxed into one character trait or another, which are often two extremes, when they can have both traits. It’s not that Azul being a crybaby suddenly means all semblance of confidence has and always will be faked—no, Azul can have both the confidence and stride and the sensitivities that he tries to hide. Jade can both be the boy who cares about his friends and his plants and the boy who haunts everyone’s dreams. Floyd can be moody, but he’s also both a mad genius and a really honest person. I especially want to emphasize on the latter because it’s thanks to Floyd that we even have a lot of details regarding past Azul and Jade. 😭

If you’re really stuck on how either of them would react a certain way, go back to the canon. Read their stories and card lines. A single line already communicates their mindsets and therefore gives you an idea on how they would react to something.

Good luck with writing! 😉

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #ask

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pianostarinwonderland · 1 year

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Ok let’s face it, we need twst character songs asap, they can’t just show us our boys singing and not see opportunity

HARD AGREE like what the faq

they can't just give me two lines of Azul solo singing and not make me want more ?????? and the way that one line matches Azul's usual voice more and the other line leans more towards Tamaru's actual voice but it's still so cute to think of Azul's voice going towards that cute sounding pitch ahahahahahahhaahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha

KATO KAZUKI KILLED IT THOUGH 😭 genuinely was so awed by his vocals, Malleus stans fucking won for real

I really hope for more rhythmics where they sing honestly 😭 the masquerade rhythmic really soared as my favorite rhythmic now because of how they sung like oughoguhoghogouhguhogh please PLEASEEEEE it was so good I cri huhuuhuhuuhuuhuhu

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #ask

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Birthday Azul Story Details and Thoughts

I think I’m finally calm enough to be able to relay my thoughts on the lore we got from Azul’s story. So we’ll go through the details in order that they were brought up, and in bullet points, I may detail my thoughts ranging from pure keysmash to actual questions and theories.

I will place most of the post under a cut because this may get a bit long. Do note also that this contains spoilers for his birthday story so take caution.

Azul’s birthday parties are celebrated with the family and the staff. The restaurant would close for a day or two, and they will have a celebration where all of his favorite foods are laid out onto a table. While now, he thinks it may have been too much, as a child, this made him very happy.

First off, I FEEL SO SOFT OVER THIS;;; before his birthday card got released, I always thought Azul might not like his birthday because what if he associated it with the bullying he endured and maybe his bullies managed to ruin it. But nO, he actually had a happy birthday... no, multiple happy birthdays, and I’m just so fucking glad because HE CAN AT LEAST ENJOY HIS BIRTHDAY UEUEUEUEUE

It’s also very sweet how the staff would join in the celebration!! It’s so cute, and the way Azul talks about them gives that idea that he includes them as family;;;

Azul’s mom manages the restaurant. Her business started out small, but by the time Azul was able to understand the world around him more (I’m going to guess at least around 8 years old), the restaurant is now the most famous in the Coral Sea and many of the staff are professionals. Furthermore, she is not only an excellent cook, but also a genius manager. She’s also invested in the Mostro Lounge.

First off, I stan his mom

No wonder why Azul’s so good with what he does, he has a really successful and badass mom

It’s actually sweet that Azul calls her a genius cook and manager and includes the staff as family despite having an apparent dislike for the restaurant itself.

Also like, the fact his mom apparently helps him with the lounge?? Like brooo that mother-son relationship is sexy

As someone who would lean to mom more for help than dad, this really makes me feel so... is happy even a perfect word to describe it? I guess it’s just, wow more similarities to share with Azul I guess. 😳

This actually made me remember an essay I had to do in grade 7 HAHAHAHA it was about women leaders. I forgot what exactly I wrote, but part of my research was centered on how women were better in business than men. A quick Google search will lead you to an article that states that women are more honest, more empathetic and collaborative, and more resilient (having faced discrimination and all that), and the article also shows that women-run businesses generate more revenue than men-run businesses. I say take those details with a grain of salt unless you can prove that all of it is true. It’s not to say there aren’t successful men. Anyway, some people have a business-y mind and others don’t. I really just brought this up because it was funny how I remembered this. 😆

And I thought I would never use my school essays again.

I doubt she knows about the shadier side of the deals xD no matter how mature Azul tries to be, teenagers will be teenagers and will hide stuff from their parents

Azul’s father... is not actually his biological father but his stepfather. He is a lawyer who met his mom when she was filing for her divorce. While he is a kind and sincere man in general, in his work ethic, he is very thorough and flawless. He’s the one who taught Azul all about contracts and law.

Now here is the explanation as to how Azul knows about drafting contracts xD his dad knows about the law!

Even if he’s not his actual dad, I’ll still refer to him as dad because the kanji says stepfather but Azul calls him father. At least, that’s what my JP friend said. Point is, Azul respects him enough to include him as part of the family, and I actually really like that?? Not many media would depict characters liking their stepparents, but here, Azul is actually comfy with him. It’s like taking in a fresh breath of air.

I find it amusing that his mom probably married her divorce lawyer. xD I say probably because it technically wasn’t stated and for all we know, she had an entirely different lawyer and she just saw him around lmao though then again, idk how the divorce process works 💀

This puts a lot of things into perspective, both in regards to Azul’s mom and Azul himself. First off, his mom literally raised her son (who was being bullied in school) while filing a divorce and managing a business that was small. She’s gone through so much man, and now look at her! Her business is successful, her new husband is a kind man who is accepted by her son, and she’s got all this good staff.

As for Azul himself, this is more focused on the bullying side. From the way he talked, it seemed like he was already there when the divorce occurred... actually, even before that. Obviously, there’s a reason why his mom filed a divorce. Could it be that his household environment was toxic because his parents often argued? Possibly, it could be worse...

And it could be because of that that he couldn’t share his problems to his parents. Actual dad seemed like a jackass and his mom was probably stressed out because of him. Having these things in mind, he would shy away from them because he didn’t want to get either of them mad or anything.

I wonder if the business got successful when his mom remarried or after she remarried because that’s the idea I’m getting, but it’s all based on assumption. And if I am correct, that means by the time his mom remarried, Azul’s already pretty much deep into the spite he feels for his bullies. Which is sad if ever my theories on this are right;;; had Azul have a better home life earlier on... well, who knows?

Everyone in the family can use magic, but Azul’s grandmother is especially talented with magic. She uses them to help others.

Jeez, what’s with all the grandmas in Twst being so magically talented? At this rate, they’re going to be the final bosses of the game.

But seriously, Malleus has his grandmother who is the Queen of the Valley of Thorns. Now we have Azul’s grandmother, whom he described as someone benevolent... and take note, this is how he describes the Sea Witch often.

Definitely, the grandma and the Sea Witch are not the same person because Azul is a fanboy of the Sea Witch lmao and he’d have called her his grandma kek (plus idk if the Sea Witch is still alive). But just... the similarities are uncanny.

Plot twist: Azul is related to the Sea Witch because his actual dad is a direct descendant of her— shot

In the Mostro Lounge, Azul is very particular about the tableware because to him, the presentation is just as important as the taste. No matter how delectable the dish, it’s going to be ruined if the presentation is ugly. Because of this, their tableware comes from a high-quality brand. Despite this, Floyd sometimes breaks the tableware.

Holy shit, I never really thought about the tableware playing a role. But he really does have a point. Imagine eating something like beef wellington using a plastic spoon and fork. 💀

Ok, that is an exaggeration. But like, say you use the simple spoon and fork to eat your everyday meals. You’re not going to use those utensils when you have guests over, no, you’re going to use your nice tableware.

Damn, the few people I know who manage a restaurant are very particular about food presentation, but I think caring about it is a sign of a good manager. Azul cares about what he’s serving to the customers, and he isn’t about to give them something subpar. He may scam your ass, but he will make sure that customers enjoy the experience.

I’d be pissed off too if Floyd broke the tableware. That shit is expensive. 🗿 Don’t break things just because you’re moody smh

Azul also implies that the teacups are pricey, saying that we wouldn’t be holding the cup so carelessly if we knew the price. Guess that’s why the place is so damn expensive.

Azul brings up how difficult it was setting up. They had to research on famous restaurants, send staff to the suppliers, etc.

Ngl, I had to ask my dad about how difficult setting up a restaurant was because he used to run a restaurant. It’s just so I can get a good perspective of things, even if Azul’s business is essentially a student-run business.

He said that it really isn’t all that difficult, as long as you “know the numbers”. So I guess as long as you have your basic foundation, then you can go off from that. He also emphasized the importance of having good business partners.

I think what made it difficult for Azul was that he was pretty much running a fancy restaurant that isn’t just being bought from another brand, so it required a lot more research on how other famous restaurants worked, as well as who are the best suppliers around.

Ngl, I could kinda imagine how it looked like. Having to see the construction work, having to consult with a lot of people, having to ask for a lot of help...

But it really highlights Azul’s perserverance and determination. Despite the difficulties, he was able to open up a restaurant at 17, which may be mainly for NRC, but it also opens up to the public on some occasions. Damn, I stan that.

Azul takes breaks by reading autobiographies of businessmen he finds in the library in the dim lights of his room. His room also relaxes him because it contains his tastes in design and collectables.

I lowkey wanna clown him for reading autobiographies because damn, how do you find relaxation from reading about the lives of businessmen?

And then I proceed to clown myself because in a sense, I am analyzing his life and he is a businessman... but hey, at least we have pictures and voices. 🗿

Okay but I’m actually relieved that he does take breaks?? He does give that idea that he continuously does his work and has to be yanked out of his office to rest but no, he actually knows how to take a damn break... granted, he’s still trying to pursue business by reading up on those people, but hey, if it’s a passion, it’s not work. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I also like that this implies that he isn’t so conceited as to think that he’s already the best he can be. No, if anything, this shows that he’s aware that he has so much more to learn, and he can learn from reading up on the lives of others who have gone before him. Learn from their mistakes. He’s striving to improve, and that is so inspiring;;;;

Also can I just say this does fulfill one of the things I rot about because he definitely would visit the bookstore to read a book, and I used to visit the bookstore to read and imagine if we meet there aha ahahaha just kidding,,, unless,,,,,,

Azul’s hobby is coin collecting. When he was a child, he discovered a coin in a sunken ship. He thought it didn’t mean much, but after studying it, there’s only 100 of those made. While its face value was 100 madols, for a collector, it may as well be worth 500,000 madols. Currently, he has about 200 coins collected, and the ones he’s especially interested in, he frames them.

Damn, and I thought he likes coins because octopuses are into shiny things. I like that there’s more to it. Granted, it’s still Azul being Azul, but we love him nonetheless.

He said something about how the economy doesn’t affect the value of the coins? To be honest, my brain works so horribly with things related to economy that even simple business and economic jargon just fly over my head. It’s frustrating. 😔

I wonder if he wandered off into the sunken ship because he was running away from his bullies;;;

Furthermore, this also gives him a similarity with Ariel: they find things around and collect them lmao

Another hobby Azul has is board games. When he first started school, he was looking for a club to join when he stumbled upon the board game club and met Idia... though it’s more like he met Idia’s brother, Ortho. Ortho showed him a game that simulates business, and Azul thought that this would benefit him in the business world so he signed up immediately for it. He adds that he loves to defeat people in games of intellect.

Ortho, what have you done 💀 why did you show him Monopoly—

Damn, he really tries to apply business into everything, but I can’t blame him. XD

Okay, but wow, that’s sexy of him to love defeating people in intellect 😳😳 like bruh . I feel him??? I love planning on how to secure my victory in games. It’s especially fun during EBG. 😆 @twstpasta can attest to this. :)

I don’t know if I ever mentioned this here, but I love that he does have board games as a hobby. Even if it’s because of business, it’s at least a way for him to relax and actually have something that makes him feel like a teenager. 😭

All in all, Azul’s birthday story gave us so much food, and I’m so happy about it. Honest to God, it makes me look up to him even more because he continues to learn, he doesn’t give up on his passions, and he knows how to take it easy when he should.

Maybe it’s my bias for him, but the feeling I felt when taking all this in is indescribable. It’s like I enter a buffet expecting to have a good meal, or I enter a Catholic mass and expect to be enriched by a good homily, or even I enter a Ludovico Einaudi concert and expect to be touched at the heart. Then I partake in all three, and I come out of the buffet having the best meal of my life, or I come out of the church, hearing the best homily I ever had in my life, or I leave the concert, feeling the most light and whole I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m just so inspired after reading that, rot aside.

And with this, I end with a happy birthday to Azul, you’re such an amazing person even if you’re not real. I really hope you have an enjoyable birthday. 🥺

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #twst spoilers

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I'm sorry Star but I literally don't see a difference between Azul's slicked back hairstyle and his normal hairstyle JEJDJDSKFNKDM the impact of not being a Azul Stan ig🤭

WWWWKNSNJNFSKGKSJG IT'S OK SNOW HAHAHAHA in fairness, some of the fanarts don't make it that obvious xD that's why I really lean towards ma10ba's fanart of it because it's so good 😩

#ask #twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto

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Unthinkable *update 11/5*

Warnings: Fluff, future smut, Language, Angst, mental health, WOC lead character

Rating: NC-17

Again thank you for reading and commenting! It keeps me motivated! xoxo

Chapter 19

Ex-Factor

Halloween 2010

Studio City, CA

Camille hummed along to the music as she ripped open the chip bag and tossed into the big plastic festive bowl in front of her.

“Alright, I’m still stumped.” Came a familiar deep voice behind her.

“Stumped about what?” she asked without looking up from her task, but taking a chip into her mouth.

“Your costume! I have no idea who you’re supposed to be.”

Camille smiled to herself, grabbing another chip bag and dumping into the next bowl. She felt him next to her a few moments later, shoulder to shoulder. Pretending she hadn’t notice him yet, she took another bite of a chip. But burst into a fit of giggles when he began shaking his shoulders from side to side with the music, bumping purposely with hers. “I hate to break it to you white boy-but you can’t dance.” She teased with a side-eyed look.

“You know, I would be insulted, but…sadly I know it’s the truth.” He said with a small pout.

With a shake of her head, she snorted back her laughter at his goofiness and finally turned to face Sebastian. Her heart did a little jump when she realized that he was already looking at her with those blue orbs she had come to care and rely on. He grinned widely, before reaching for a chip himself.

“Need help with anything?” he offered.

“Yeah, can you grab the extra plastic cubs from the pantry?” Camille replied.

He gave her an offended look. “I didn’t actually think you were going to make me help…” he scoffed. “I am a guest after all.”

Camille rolled her eyes, pointing in the direction of the panty. “In there Ojos Azules.” Ignoring his whining.

He squinted in a glare, but walked back blindly toward the pantry. Without taking his eyes off her, he pulled the door open, a slight smirk on his features. Camille’s gaze didn’t falter, instead she suppressed her laughter again. It had been almost 4 weeks since their goodbye at the airport. It almost seemed a lifetime ago to her now. After he had left, she had sat in her car for a good 15 minutes, and found herself crying again. A combination of everything that was going on and the fact that Sebastian was gone hitting her. After getting herself together, she drove to meet Liz. After that, most of the month had been a blur while she got back to her routine in LA, mostly with work.

And even though she had been fearful of the unsureness of her relationship with Sebastian, they managed to talk and text every day. Which had eased her insecurities. Now he was back in town for a few days, making Camille happier than she was willing to admit- especially to him.

Particularly since her birthday was only 2 days away, but were celebrating it a few days early with Sam’s. Throwing a Halloween/birthday party for both of them, since their birthdays were a few days apart. Hence the party favors/music/snacks and even costume! It had become sort of a tradition to share their birthdays and it was easier than celebrating two. Plus it gave them and their friends a chance to dress up for Halloween. And Samantha loved decorating the house all up for the holiday/birthday.

“Seriously, who are you supposed to be?” Sebastian asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“If you can’t figure it out then I’m not gonna tell you.” Camille responded with a frown.

“That sentence doesn’t even make sense Camille.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. It really hadn’t. Oh well. She grabbed another chip and shoved into her mouth. Wow. She really needed to eat if she planned on drinking for the night. She had been running around all day, helping get everything ready for tonight that she hadn’t sat down to eat.

“You know what does make sense?” Sebastian asked, standing next to her and handing her the cups.

“What’s that?” Taking them out of his hand with a grateful smile.

Resting both of his hands on the edge of granite countertops, he leaned his body forward, but tossed his head back, giving her a once over unhurriedly with a shake of his head in admiration. “Those spandex…”

Camille narrowed her eyes. “What about them? And watch your words carefully Stan.” She warned, but felt her cheeks warm up. Not sure if he was teasing or complementing.

He absently licked his bottom lip, gazing back up at her. “They’re…spandex.” He said lamely, his cheeks turning red all of a sudden, letting go of the countertop to run his fingers through his hair.

“Uh huh.” She uttered, opening the bag with the cups.

“I mean…” with another shake of his head, blowing air from his lips. “They fit you...perfectly...” He muttered, his eyes lingering up and down her body again, settling for a few extra seconds on her ass. “And what you have over them-.”

But stopped talking when Camille put her hand over his mouth. “Quit while you’re ahead.” She cautioned. Sebastian playfully glared, Camille daringly stared back. For a split second, it looked like he was just going to pull away, but her eyes widen in surprise when she felt a small sting on her palm. “Sebastian!” she squeaked, quickly pulling away.

Tilting his head to one side, he raised an eyebrow in satisfaction. “That’s what happens when you put things in front of my mouth. I bite.” He sassed with naughty smile.

Camille frowned, rubbing her palm with her other finger. “That hurt, you jerk.”

Rolling his eyes, he took a step closer. “Let me see, you big bebelus.”

“No.” she grumbled, pulling her hand behind her back.

“Oh stop it. Here.” He said in an exasperated tone, reaching out to grab her hand. “I’ll kiss and make it all better.” He teased with a wink, assessing her palm.

Camille glowered at him, trying her best to at least pretend to be mad at him. In reality, she was feeling a bit relieved at the moment. She had been scared that even though they had been keeping in contact every day through phone calls/text, that it would be awkward when they were back together. But so far- they had picked up right where they had left off. It felt as if no time had passed between them. If anything, their flirtatious nature had been picked up since he arrived the day before when they met up for dinner with Natalie and Samantha. Maybe it was because they hadn’t seen it each other in weeks, she wasn’t sure.

She broke out of her thoughts when she felt him lift her hand up back to his face. “What are you doing?” she questioned.

He blinked and repeated. “Kissing it to make it all better.”

Swiftly, she jerked her hand away. “Nice try. I’m not letting your mouth anywhere near me-.” Yet quickly stopped herself at the realization of her words.

“Hmm…you sure about that?” he questioned, taking another step in her direction.

Camille didn’t miss a beat. “Pretty sure.”

“Hmmph.”

“I mean you did just say that you’ll bite anything that’s put in front of your mouth.”

“And that doesn’t sound like something you like?”

Tilting her head to one side, Camille pretended to think about her answer, as she reached out and playfully tugged on the end of his tie, biting on her lower lip before speaking. “I never said that. I just enjoy other things that are done with a mouth…” Shrugging nonchalantly, before looking up at him through her lashes.

His tongue slightly stuck out of the corner of his mouth, licking the top and bottom lip as carefully watching her speak. Camille pretended not to notice, and only continued to blink harmlessly at up at him.

“Seriously?” Came another a voice a few steps away from them. “You two are ridiculous.”

“What are you talking about?” Camille asked at the same time Sebastian blinked out of his trance, stumbling backwards at the sudden interruption. Camille only gave him a weak smile before taking a step back herself.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“You invited him?” Sebastian scoffed, quickly recuperating from their little moment and trying his best to change the subject.

“Yeah, because I bring the ice.”

“And I’m so grateful!” Camille said in a sweet voice and a huge grin. “Thank you Charles!”

Charles pretended to give her a disgusted look but asked. “Where do you want the bags Jessie?”

“In the freezer.”

“Jessie?” Sebastian questioned in confusion.

“Yeah, as in Jessie Spano.” Charles explained, placing the bags in the freezer. “From Saved by the Bell?” he stated, looking at his best friend in disappointment for not knowing who he was talking about.

Sebastian wrinkled his forehead in concentration, obviously still unsure of what Charles was talking about. After a few more seconds, he tossed his head back and laughed. “That’s your costume?” he asked, looking back at Camille with an amused smile.

Camille gave herself a once over, with a hand on her hip. “What? You don’t think I pull it off?” she mocked. She wore a pair of tight black spandex, with a one piece bright pink bathing suit G-string over it. She had exaggerated her curls by fluffing them late 80’s style with a big black bow on one side of her head. There was also a towel she plan on carrying around as an accessory, but she wanted to get everything ready before everyone got there.

“Never said you didn’t darlin.”

Giving him a flirtatious wink, she tossed the empty plastic bags into the trash can. “Natalie is dressed as Lisa and Sam is Kelly.”

Sebastian lifted his nose up in the air before nodding in understanding. “Now those outfits make more sense…” he murmured to himself.

“Yup. The last few years we’ve tried to do theme costumes. Last year we were the Sanderson sister from Hocus Pocus.”

“Ooh I would love to have seen that!” Charles piped in with a wicked smile.

Camille beamed widely at him. “It was pretty good if I say so myself.”

“Which one of the Sanderson’s where you?” Sebastian asked with a light smirk.

She sassed back. “Wouldn’t you like to know...”

Charles groaned. “Oookay and on that note I’m going to go get the rest of the ice out of my car.” He indicated loudly for the both of them to hear. “Because I swear to god, it physically hurts me to watch you two right now. …” trailing off with a shake of his head, leaving them alone again.

Once he was out of sight, Sebastian snickered. “I knew that would get him to leave.”

Camille’s jaw dropped open. “Now why would you do that?”

“So I could give you your birthday gift.”

Her eyes grew wide in surprise at his revelation. She hadn’t been inspecting anything from him. “You didn’t have to get me anything-.”

Waving a hand in the air dismissively he interrupted. “I know, I know, me being here is gift enough-.” Camille rolled her eyes and gave his chest a playful slap. “Hey! You want the gift or not?” he teased, moving both hands behind his back.

Camille shrugged pretending to disinterested. “My birthday isn’t for two more days-“

“So you don’t want the gift?” She glowered at him. He smiled sweetly, and Camille watched as he maneuvered his left hand to the front of him, a small ocean blue box wrapped with a white ribbon in his hand.

She felt her heart begin to race, glancing between the box and Sebastian. Was that a Tiffany’s box? He got her something from Tiffany’s? She had never gotten anything from there before. Not even her old engagement ring was from there. In fact, she was not sure where David had gotten the ring from…

But back to the present, Sebastian stood in front of her with a Tiffany’s box. Blinking a few times, she met his gaze, he stared back with a knowing smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to marry me.” He joked, but nervously ran his other hand through his hair, before placing the small box on the counter.

“Oh thank goodness.” She said mockingly, but curiosity took the best of her, giving the box a few more stares.

“Stop looking at it and open the box.” he softly ordered with a light shove of his hip.

She hesitantly reached for it. Not sure of what to expect. It was just a birthday present Camille. Just like the one you gave him back in Manchester for his birthday. Don’t be stupid.

She tugged at the ribbon and it slowly became undone, then took the top off. For the next few moments, neither one said a word. Camille kept her head down, blinking back a few tears when she realized what it was. Only Sebastian would think of a gift like this.

“Listen, if you don’t like it, we can return it for something else.” She heard Sebastian say in a panic voice.

“What?” Finally lifting her head to meet his gaze. He looked almost frighten. “NO!” she exclaimed with a shake of her head. “It’s-it’s beautiful.” She barely whispered with a sniff, taking the silver necklace out of the box with the music note pendant. Was she really crying? Oh geez.

“You sure?” Rubbing the back of his neck nervously. She smiled at him and only nodded. Her nod was like an invitation, and he stepped in closer. “I saw it and it reminded me of the story you told me about your parents.” He explained with a shy shrug.

“Yeah.” Was all Camille could mustered at the moment, not breaking from his gaze.

It had been months ago and they had been having a conversation about music and she mentioned to him about how her parents had met. Her mom had been a music teacher and to make extra money she decided to start tutoring on the side and one of the little girls she happened to be teaching was her dad’s little sister. It hadn’t been anything extraordinary, just something Camille had mentioned in conversation and then they had continued on.

“You sure you like it?” Sebastian asked uncertain.

“Y-yeah. I mean yes.” She stammered, sniffling again.

He raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Then why the tears? This was not supposed to make you cry.” he muttered.

“I’m fine.” She insisted with a small smile.

“Oh yea? You’re crying Camille.” He insisted, his cheeks turning red. “Birthday presents aren’t supposed to make you sad. Unless it’s not what you want-.”

But before he could get another word out, Camille wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling his cologne. God the way he smelled was always so intoxicating. It always made her head buzz in appreciation. “Shut up.” She whispered. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” Not sure of what else to say.

She felt him wrap his arms around her waist, nuzzling his nose into her hair before giving her a light squeeze and whispering in her ear. “You smell good.” Camille only hummed in response.

“Oh for fuck sakes. I swear you two...!”

They broke their embrace and both looked in the direction of the voice. Charles was giving them a look of dislike before shaking his head and settling the two bags of ice on the floor. Turning on his heels. “You guys can take of the rest of this. You two need to figure this shit out…I swear to god…” He muttered over his shoulder, still shaking his head.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, walking toward where the two ice bags sat and called out after Charles. “Stop being such a drama queen!” But turned to Camille with a sheepish smile.

Shaking her head she composed herself but let a slight giggle, meeting him half way. “Help me put these in the freezer before Sam comes back here.”

*****

“Why do you have to be the one to do it?”

“Because,” Camille grunted pulling her gray sweat pants over the spandex. “They called me-.”

“They couldn’t call someone else?” Natalie snapped, arms crossed in front of her chest as Camille walked out of her closet.

“Look, I know you don’t like it-.”

Natalie furiously shook her head and interrupted. “This isn’t your responsibility anymore Camille.” Giving her sister a long stare. “It’s not.” She repeated a bit more softly.

Camille shoved her arms into her sweater, zipping it up before letting out a long sigh. “I know.” She agreed, nervously placing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be quick.” She promised.

“I’m not going with you.” Natalie stated, her voice raising again over the loud music in the living room.

“And I’m not asking you too. I can go by myself.” Reaching for her phone on the end of the bed.

“I don’t want you going by yourself either.”

“Nat-.” Camille started with a short laugh. “I’ll be okay.” Absently putting her phone in the hoodie pocket.

It was a few hours into the Halloween/birthday party and everyone had been having a good time. Dancing, drinking and even singing Karaoke. (Sam had bought a karaoke machine and had it out in the backyard with a small stage where people were free to use). Camille had been having a good time, drinking, laughing and catching up with Sebastian. It had been a nice distraction after the last few weeks of nonstop work.

Sebastian and Charles has been making her laugh for most of the night. Sebastian had pretended to be upset that Camille and Charles had lunch and dinner a handful of times since being back in Los Angeles. And had even exchanged numbers and texted as much as she talked to Sebastian. That only made Charles add fuel to the fire by giving Sebastian the full play by play of their “dates” as he had been calling them. It had all been in fun of course.

Camille had been ready to drag them to do karaoke when her phone had rang from a number she didn’t recognize, without thinking twice she had answered it.

“Hey! There you are!” Sebastian exclaimed, sticking his head into Camille’s bedroom. He looked directly at Natalie. “Sam’s looking for you. She said you know where the extra vodka is at...” but trailed off, obviously feeling the tension in the room. He glanced between the Solis sisters. “What’s up?” Furrowing his eyebrows. “Where you going?”

Natalie opened her mouth, but quickly shut it when she caught Camille’s warning look.

“I’ll be back.” Camille said, avoiding his question, trying to remember if her car keys were still in her purse. She felt Sebastian’s gaze on her and it was making her uncomfortable, because she knew this was not avoidable. She closed her eyes for a split moment before opening them up again and meeting his blue orbs. “I got a phone call from a bar...about David. Apparently he's been there since this afternoon.” She finished, hanging her head down, not wanting to see Sebastian’s look of disappointment.

“So Camille is driving to the bar to pick him up.” Natalie added angrily. “Even though I keep telling her it’s not her responsibility!”

Camille abruptly lifted her head up, giving Natalie a long stare. “I’m not gonna let him drive like this!”

“Let his drunk ass get a cab!”

Camille sucked in her breath. “Look, we know the bartender. That’s why they called me. Apparently he’s not carrying his phone.” She tried to explained, looking back at Sebastian for the first time. He had stepped into the room and stood a few feet away watching the exchange.

“He really knows how to fucking ruin everything.” Natalie murmured.

“He isn’t ruin anything. I will just go pick him up, drop him off and come back.”

Natalie shut her eyes, as if trying to calm herself down. After a few moments of silence, she opened them back up. “Fine.” Her voice sounding dejected. “But I’m not getting out of the car.” She stated, nose up.

“I can go by myself. I don’t need you running out of the car to kick his ass.” She tried to joke, grabbing her favorite pair of sandals from underneath the bed.

“I don’t want you going by yourself.” Natalie repeated.

“I can go with her.” They both heard Sebastian offer.

Both sisters turned their heads slowly to Sebastian’s direction. Camille quickly shook her head in protest.

Sebastian gave her a small smile. “I promise to stay in the car.” Raising his hand up and bringing three fingers up. “Scouts honor.”

Camille raised an eyebrow. “You were never a Boy Scout.”

Dropping his hand, he shrugged. “Okay, fine. But I’ll stay in the car.”

“You don’t have to. I know you aren’t his biggest fan either. But I just can’t leave him there in good conscience.”

“I don’t mind.” Sebastian said. “Listen, he drove right?” Camille only nodded. “Well someone’s going to have to drive his car back to his place. You can drive it and I’ll follow behind.” He reasoned. “Okay?”

Camille bit her lip nervously. That did make sense. She hadn’t broke her gaze from him since he started speaking. She couldn’t read what he was thinking, but knew that it was probably a good idea to have some there with her. After a few more seconds of trying to rationalize with herself, she finally spoke. “Okay.” With a small nod. “You’re right.”

Sebastian smile grew a little more at her words. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that again?” He teased.

Camille narrowed her eyes at him. But let out a silent sigh of relief at his teasing. So maybe he wasn’t that disappointed in her.

“You should have gotten that on record.” Natalie piped in.

“Ha-ha.” Camille said sarcastically.

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Unfortunately Camille had been wrong. Sebastian had been sitting in the driver seat of her car for 20 minutes before deciding to get out and stretch his legs and smoke a cigarette. He was now on his 3rd one. Leaning up against the car door he puffed one more time before flicking the cigarette butt on the driveway and stomping on it with his shoe. He glanced down at his watch, frowning. It had been almost 45 minutes since Camille had walked into the house with David.

Lifting his face up to the night sky, Sebastian tried to push the nervousness and displeasure he was feeling away. He was here for Camille, not David. She needed support and he wanted to be that for her. He had to keep reminding himself of that. It had definitely been important to repeat it to himself when they had arrived at the bar and watched from the car as Camille and some tall bulky guy (who Sebastian assumed was the bartender who had called) held up David from each side to maneuver him into his car. Sebastian had followed behind to the house that Camille once shared with him.

Once they arrived at the house, Camille quickly got out of the car and made her way to him and said it would only take a few minutes to get David settled inside. Sebastian had offered to help, seeing that he could barely walk. But Camille had decline, informing him that David had sobered up enough to make it inside.

With his face still up to the sky, Sebastian let out a large sigh. This whole thing was fucking ridiculous. Natalie was right, this was no longer Camille’s responsibility. Hell, even when they were together it should not have been a responsibility. They were supposed to be a couple, not Camille playing the part of a mother. He glanced back over his shoulder at the front door for what seemed the hundredth time in the past 45 minutes, tempted to go and knock and make sure Camille was okay.

If she needs you, she will let you know. He reminded himself. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake like in New York. Camille had to figure this out on her own. Regardless of how much he and her sister wanted Camille to drop his ass, she would have to do it on her own terms. Not anyone else. Even if it killed him.

Sebastian was about to take out another cigarette when he heard a door open and close, hurriedly he turned his attention to the noise. Letting out a silent sigh of relief, he watched Camille make her way toward the car, looking a bit frazzled when she reached the passenger side. Sebastian walked around toward her with concern in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” Camille started rapidly. “I know I said it was going to be quick-.”

“It’s okay.” Sebastian murmured, cupping her face in between his hands.

Camille looked up at him skeptically. “No it’s not. I know how you feel about him.” Nervously running a hand through her hair.

Sebastian gave her a guilty smile. “Okay, no it’s not.” He answered truthfully. Recognizing it was better not to lie.

“Thank you.” She said with a grateful smile, which Sebastian took as ‘thank you for not lying to me.’ about the situation.

“Ready to go?” he asked after a few moments of silence, gesturing toward the car. Camille pressed her lips together before giving him a small nod. “Good. C’mon.” dropping his hands from her face to open the passenger door.

Camille followed, but stopped abruptly before getting inside car. “You got a cigarette?”

It took a few seconds for her request to register in his head. But Sebastian chuckled lowly. “Darlin’ you don’t smoke.” He reminded.

“Ooh right.” She mumbled with a small smile, sliding into the passenger seat. Sebastian shut the door after her, shaking his head in amusement as he walked to the driver’s side.

“I’m glad you still have your sense of humor.” He observed, turning the engine on the car.

“Oh, I wasn’t joking about the cigarette.” Camille said, sliding the seatbelt on, leaning her head back against the headrest, turning her attention toward him. Gnawing on her lip for a few moments before speaking up. “I’m sorry again.” Her eyes filling with regret and remorse.

He leaned over the center console of the car, squeezing her knee. “Stop.” He ordered softly. He wanted to engulf her in his arms at the moment. Blinking a few times, she only nodded. He gave her another squeeze. “You okay?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah.” She said in a not so convincing voice, reaching for his hand that sat on her lap.

“Camille?” He questioned, tangling his fingers with hers before tugging it up to his chest. “Talk to me.” He almost pleaded.

“We should go.” She whispered, looking out the car window and ignoring his previous comment.

Sebastian knew better than to push. So instead he let go of her hand to put the car in ‘drive’, slowly hitting on the gas pedal, pulling up to the end of the drive that lead to one of the main streets. “Which way?” Reaching back over for her hand to get her attention.

She jerked her head in his direction when they touched again. “Left.” Gently placing her other hand on top of his.

Following her directions, he made the left. And for the next 10 minutes, the car ride was silent. It was pretty late now so the roads where emptier that usual. Every few moments, he would give a side glance, as she absently stroked the top of his hand but her attention was elsewhere. He had a feeling she was trying to collect her thoughts.

They came to a red light and Sebastian couldn’t help but let his eyes linger a bit longer on her. In spite of everything that was going on at the moment, one thing was true- he was glad to be in her presence after almost 4 weeks. Just like he had predicted, it had taken him almost a week to get back to his routine back in New York, especially with Camille not being around all the time. His fears about their friendship only working in Manchester had been wrong-thankfully. They had managed to keep in touch daily and that had been a great weight off his heart.

“I-I told him I couldn’t do this anymore.” She stammered in a barely there whisper.

Sebastian only continued to stare, unsure of how to respond. Mostly because he thought she had more to share.

“The lights’ green.” She said with an amused smile, letting go of his hand to point ahead.

Clearing his throat and shaking his head slightly, he mumbled stupidly. “Oh uh yeah. Of course...” at the same time stepping on the gas pedal.

“Natalie, Tia Yolanda, you...everyone was right...” She said with a bitter laugh.

“Whoa- it’s not fun to be right when you agree with me.” He tried to tease. She brought one knee up, tilting her head in his direction with a knowing look. Sebastian shrugged and let out an exasperated sound. “Okay-fine. It’s still a little bit fun.”

“So that means I’m right.” She concluded, a small smile tugging on her lips.

He didn’t say anything for a few moments, but watched as she anxiously twirled the music note pendant around her neck between her fingers. “Was he sober enough to even know what you were talking about?” He asked a bit more bitterly than he intended it to sound.

“I made sure he drank plenty of water and had ibuprofen just in case.”

Camille would be the type of person to do those thoughtful things for someone even after all the shit they put her through. Sebastian gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter when he thought about how much David had made her cry in the last months. “You’re too good Camille.” He blurted out.

“I wasn’t feeling too good when he was begging me to stay and I told him I couldn’t.” She confessed, but the tone of her voice sounded different this time. There was a hint of resolve in it. “I told I couldn’t continue to be his go to person anymore. And that he needs to stop calling me.” Pausing for a split second to gather her thoughts again. “That there was nothing else to work out or work through.”

Sebastian felt something inside fill with hope as she spoke.

“Something just clicked Sebastian. Maybe it was seeing him literally sprawled on that table in the bar... or having to drag him out of there as people stared. I’m not sure. I just realized that this isn’t healthy. And I know I’ve been saying it, but now I think I’m finally ready. I’m tired of randomly crying and feeling like I’m not good enough. I know it’s going to be fucking hard. But I know there isn’t anything I can do to change what happened or change him for that matter.”

By then they had stopped at another red light, and Sebastian could stare with what he assumed was a smile on his features.

“Go ahead, say I told you so.” She quipped with a slight wrinkle of her nose.

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“Because sometimes you have to figure it out on your own. And I’m sorry if I pushed.”

She continued to play with her new necklace. “You didn’t.” Then added. “Shit, we need to turn left here.” She instructed.

Glancing into his rear view window, he quickly got to the left lane, turning once the light turned green. “How did he take it?”

“He just kept saying he could change. And he was sorry for everything. That he loves me. I told him he needed to get shit together because he was going to be a father soon. Because this isn’t just about us anymore. There is a child involved now. I’m not going to be the reason why this baby doesn’t have an attentive father.” She finished firmly.

These were the words Sebastian had been hoping to hear for the past 2 months.

“He kept begging and begging for me to stay. By this time he had sobered enough where he couldn’t blame the alcohol.” She licked her bottom lip. “I was scared. For so long he’s been everything and the idea of not having that anymore is scary and overwhelming.” She confessed. Then gave an embarrassed laugh. “I’m just blabbing all over the place.”

“I don’t mind listening.” Sebastian stated. It was a satisfying feeling to have her share her thoughts with him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, talk my ear away. I’m used to it by now.”

“Thanks.” She said sarcastically. After a long pause, Camille spoke up again. “Can we not go home yet?” She asked meekly.

They came to another red light and he finally looked over at her with a furrowed of his eyebrows. “Where are we going to go?”

Camille had an almost offended look on her face. “The beach?”

“It’s almost 2 in the morning! I thought they closed?”

Camille lifted both feet and settled them on the passenger dashboard of her car. “Ah that’s what they want the non-locals to think. But there are ways around that.” She said mysteriously.

“If we get caught, I’m leaving you behind. I’m a fast runner.” He warned. Camille shook her head but with a small chuckle. “Alright-which way to the beach?” He asked instead.

The need once again to soak as much time with her as possible, hitting his gut. Realizing he didn’t want the night to end just yet. And he knew that’s what was going to happen if they drove them back to Natalie and Sam’s house.

“Make a right at the next light.” Camille ordered without hesitation.

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