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rickie-the-storyteller · 1 year

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Get To Know My OC Tag!

This'll probably be the first of many since this was sooo much fun to do lol.

I was going to do this with Steph… but I felt more drawn towards El today for some reason. Probably because I've been editing a lot more of her scenes/chapters lately. So Elise, I choose you!

Thank you for tagging me, @gummybugg!

Let's begin!

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The door opens, and 18-year-old Elise Kennedy enters the room. She walks with graceful strides that indicates the quiet confidence she holds within her. She is a pretty girl - long wavy blonde hair styled in a messy bun, crystal clear blue eyes sparkling with joy and curiosity (despite being baggy from that high school stress and sleep deprivation), and a bright beaming smile that honestly does a better job of lighting up the room than my terrible cheap lamp does. She appears to be about 5'6, if I'm not wrong.

She extends a hand in greeting, radiating an immediate sense of warmth and sincerity. Her voice, I notice straight away is soft warm and gentle. It carries an undertone enough to put you at ease in an instant. Then she takes her seat.

I know I've only just met her, but she seems nice.

1) Are you named after anyone?

Elise: Uh, no. Not after a person, I don't think. Although, I do know how I got my name. My late grandmother was really into classical music, and she came up with the suggestion of "Elise" for me when I was born because one of her favourite pieces of music was "Für Elise" by Beethoven. When I was little, she actually taught me how to play it on the piano, too! That was a fun time… yeah. But to answer your question, no. Not that I know of.

2) When was the last time you cried?

Elise: I don't know… hmm, let me think. This is actually a deep question when you think about it.

Me: It is??

Elise: Wait! Do you mean, like proper crying? Bawling like a baby? Or do you mean like welling up, but not actually making a sound?

Me: Uh…

Elise: If you mean the first one, then probably last week. I was watching a really sad movie with my brother, and I just couldn't help it. If you mean the second one, then… I don't know. To be honest, it happens on a regular basis. So probably yesterday or something. I try not to be overly emotional all the time, but I'm a sensitive soul, what can I say? (pause) OH! I remember now!

Me: You do?

Elise: It was two weeks ago! Ok, let me explain - I have this friend who really loves music. His name is Bret, and something he likes to do as a hobby is write and produce his own songs, right? And two weeks ago, he sent me an email with a link to his SoundCloud. He posts all his songs there now, its amazing! Anyway, he asked me for feedback on the first song he uploaded on there. So I listened to it, and it made me cry. It was very deep and moving. I loved it… (laughs awkwardly) I feel like my answers are way too long, ha-ha! Sorry about that.

Me: Don't be sorry. This is good!

Elise: I'll send you a link to Bret's SoundCloud! You need to listen to it yourself, so you know what I'm talking about.

Me: Would your friend mind?

Elise: Uh… (pauses for a while to wonder whether or not Bret would actually mind) Probably not?

3) Do you have kids?

Elise: Uh, no. Nor do I want any - at least not right now. I'm still a school kid! (pause) I know I'm 18, so legally I count as an adult, but I still feel like a kid, honestly. And I think that just as a general rule, if you feel like a kid or act like a kid, you probably shouldn't raise a kid.

4) Do you use sarcasm?

Elise: (thinks for a moment, then nods) Yeah. Not as often as some people do, but sometimes it's just necessary, especially when you're dealing with difficult or incompetent people.

5) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Elise: I feel like I'm naturally quite good at reading people, you know? Like, even with people I don't know all that well, I can just look at them and have a good idea of how they're feeling, what their thinking, what they're like. And it's usually pretty accurate, as well. I'm quite intuitive in that sense. I think this is also the reason I connect well with others even if they're very different from me. Like, I'm an introvert, and I'm generally rather quiet and mind my own business most of the time, but quite a lot of my friends are super energetic extroverted people. I think its fun to be curious, you know? Like, taking the time to understand and empathise with a person. You form closer bonds with people that way.

6) What's your eye colour?

Elise: Blue! You see? (opens eyes wide so that I can see their colour)

7) Any special talents?

Elise: Hmm. I don't know if any of my talents count as "special" or anything. I have talents… like, back when I used to perform in my old choir, I was known for being able to hold notes for really, really long. My record back then was like 47 seconds. But it's been years since then, and I probably can't do it anymore. Anything else? (pauses to think for a second) Don't know whether this counts, but I'm really good at memorising things. My brother says I have a memory sharper than a katana… which I think says everything you need to know about him. (laughs) But like, to give an example, I can read a book and basically be able to quote it word for word afterwards. Or watch a show, and be able to recite every line in a given scene. It's quite helpful as a student, actually. Makes the studying process a bit smoother. Not that I don't work hard for my grades, because I do. I don't consider myself to be a mega-super-genius or anything.

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Elise: Are you kidding me?! Happy ending all the way! I can't sit through a horror movie for the life of me. I hate scary stuff, I just don't like the feeling of terror. I don't get why some people actually like it. I mean some people have to like it, right? There has to be a reason that the horror genre has a market.

9) Where were you born?

Elise: Born and raised in London, baby!

10) What are your hobbies?

Elise: Reading, first of all. I love to read so much. I always have.

Me: What is the book you're reading currently?

Elise: Right now, I'm re-reading "Normal People" by Sally Rooney. It's so good, I highly recommend it. But aside from reading, I like music a lot. Not as much as Bret, but I love to play a bit of piano whenever I have the time, and I also love to sing still. Even though I'm not in my old choir anymore.

Me: Why did you stop if you clearly loved doing it?

Elise: (sighs) It was a toxic environment for me… I needed a break from some of those people. I don't really want to get into it.

Me: Ooookay… (slightly concerned)

11) Do you have any pets?

Elise: No, and I've always wanted one! (pouts) It didn't even matter what it was! My parents aren't about that, though. Ugh! (pause) Maybe in the future, I'll get a puppy. I love dogs so much!

12) What sports do you play/have played?

Elise: None. (laughs) I've never been a sporty person.

13) How tall are you?

Elise: Five foot five. And a bit, depending on what shoes I'm wearing.

14) Favourite subject in school?

Elise: These questions are getting harder… (laughs) I don't know what my favourite subject is. I like all my subjects… I chose four subjects I really enjoy for A level. English Lit, Politics, History and Textiles. I like all of them for different reasons. Even when I struggle with one of them, and it is my least favourite one day, I can't bring myself to hate it… and it ends up being my favourite subject the next day.

Me: Well, tell me why you like all of your subjects.

Elise: Ok! So English Lit is because I love literature, as you may have inferred before from what I said about reading… Politics is because I just find that aspect of the world interesting, you know? I mean, I never used to, but once I started taking this class, I just found it fascinating. Just seeing how that stuff works. History was my strongest subject back when I did my GCSEs, so I was like "I have to do it again next year!" And Textiles… I don't know, I just find it peaceful. It's a chill subject to balance out the crazy intense ones. (laughs again)

15) Dream job?

Elise: In my dreams, I have all kinds of different jobs. Just last night I had a dream that I was this therapist, right, and all of my friends from work were coming into my office to ask for help with their love lives, despite the fact that I literally have no dating experience and am therefore the least qualified person to ask for help in that department. Man… why would you even go to your therapist just to ask about your love life anyway? Is that the only thing in your life that's bothering you?! The ONLY thing?!

Me: …That's not what I meant.

Elise: Yeah, I know. I just wanted to talk about my weird dream for a second. I don't know what my dream job is. As a child, my dream job was to be an author, like Cressida Cowell. I used to love her books growing up. I wanted to write just like her… create this huge epic fantasy series… have that series get turned into movies… but I couldn't come up with any original ideas. So I gave up.

Me: Awww…

Elise: Oh, it's okay. I still write a bit sometimes for fun. But in terms of an actual career, I'm stuck between two things - a lawyer, and a journalist.

Me: Two completely different things.

Elise: Yep. Lawyer because it's something I've been working towards all my life, pretty much. I mainly did it because my parents always said that it's a promising career to have. But journalism is just so fascinating to me. It's like being a writer, except you don't need to come up with original ideas. Plus, you get to explore the world, discover exciting new people and places and cultures and events… and tell stories that don't often get heard. It's like the career was made for me!

Me: It does, doesn't it? Well, I'm sure you'll make the right choice for yourself. Thanks for coming, Elise. This has been fun.

Elise: Of course! Thank you for having me.

END OF INTERVIEW.

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This was so much fun! I want to make this an open tag, but I'll just tag these three people to give it a go as well:

@rubywrite

@soph1333

@winterandwords

#rickie-the-storyteller #writerblr #writing #tag game #writeblr tag games #get to know my oc #oc interview #Elise #steph's crew #stephanie smith and her friends #I'm really fond of this character from Steph's Crew lol #while I put a bit of myself into all my characters #I think El is the one that I gave most of my personality to

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bluejay-writes · 9 months

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Heaven is a Misnomer - Chapter 1

To protect him from his unsafe home life, Jake's mother sends him to the Celestial Realm for an exchange program. Jake faces a pile of Celestial Realm biases, a broken system of oppression, and unlikely friends. This year is going to be unpleasant at best, but he'll survive. Hopefully.

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Rating: Teen, for now. Might bump it up for violence but I don't think it'll get that bad. Chapter 1 Wordcount: 3136 Characters/Relationships: Jake (Exchange student OC) / Raphael (Eventually. This is a slow burn). Michael exists, mentions of all the demon brothers and extras exist, and they appear in some of the middle chapters. A bunch of new OC angels because we don't know enough about the celestial realm in canon. Notes:

Well fam, here we are, as promised. First week of 2024, Jake's story in the Celestial Realm. Bad Khakis. Michael being problematic.

I'm really excited for you all to get to meet the extended OC cast, given that we don't have a lot of named angels in canon! Also the exchange students that got introduced in DD get fleshed out so that you can meet them more as real people. (The more I write of this the more I love Bunny and Aya, honestly.)

I'll be posting a chapter every Tuesday, and given how long the chapters are turning out and how many chapters I've got plotted past what I've written, I hope you're down for another ~100k word ride.

This follows the canon timeline, and is happening simultaneously with "Devils in the Details" which chronicles Nia's first year of the exchange program in the Devildom. If you're here and sad that there aren't a ton more scenes with the demon brothers, well! There's a whole fic for that already! Knowledge of that fic is not necessary to read this one, but the tie ins make it fun!

You can also read this on AO3, if that's your jam!

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Chapter 1: What do you mean, Exchange Program?

“Same time tomorrow, Mr. Costello?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jake said, a smile plastered onto his face as though it was the most important thing in his world, and that he hadn’t been fighting tears for the last twenty minutes.

He’d been having tutoring sessions over lunch time for his entire high school career. It had been the cause of no end of strife in his school life, but it was better for him than not. The tutoring sessions were a cover, of course, for counseling sessions. Therapy. It was something his mother had worked out with the school counselor the moment she knew what school he was going to. Jake had always been a troubled kid, and his mother wanted to avoid that kind of thing following him to high school.

This of course, was the cause of a ton of rumors that made his life ridiculous, but Jake was the king of gossip and rumors, so he was entirely too happy to either play along or do something completely contrary to what they were spreading that made the rumormongers look like idiots.

On his way to his locker, Jake glanced down at his phone. He still had five minutes before passing time to wolf down his sandwich. He was leaving the bathroom after washing his hands when he practically ran into his bestie Nia making a beeline for the ladies’ room. She didn’t seem to even notice him, and he pursed his lips. Great. Something happened while she was reading under the bleachers again. That was the only real downside to his lunchtime therapy sessions. He never got to have lunch with his bestie, and as much as she claimed to love the time for reading, he knew she was dealing with her own personal hell. People were assholes. Especially their fellow students.

“Jacob, can you see me at my desk, please?”

Jake sighed, stepping up to his Chemistry teacher’s desk.

“Care to explain why you didn’t turn in last week’s assignment? The late work deadline was Monday.” He said, lips pursed in a way that made Jake think of a cranky old woman librarian.

“I did, Mr. Cook.” Of course he did. Jake did all of his homework, it was the one reliable escape at home.

“I have no record of your lab report, nor the associated worksheets.”

Jake bit back his retort. Fighting with Mr. Cook about this never worked, and only got the Chemistry teacher more and more on his case.

“I have the slip you signed when I turned it in.” Jake said, pulling out his binder and getting out the slip in question. He refused to let go of the paper, simply showing it to the teacher. He just knew if he let go of the signed slip that it too would get “lost”. He didn’t know if Mr. Cook did it on purpose, but his grades were suffering because this man was determined that he never did his work. The signed turn-in slips were his mother’s idea, after the last parent-teacher conference where his academic reputation had been dragged in the mud. Mrs. Costello was having absolutely none of that, she knew full well how much focus her boy put on his academics.

“Ah. I see that you do.” the teacher said, and seemed to set his jaw. “I will have to look into what might have happened on my end.”

“Please.” Jake said. He was thinking ‘See that you do.’ but he just had this feeling if he said that out loud he’d never hear the end of it. “Is there anything else, Mr. Cook?”

“No, that is everything I need from you, Mr. Costello.”

“Great, can I have a pass to my next class? I still need to stop at my locker, and—“

“You’ll be fine if you hustle.” Mr. Cook said, and then promptly dismissed Jake from his attention.

Jake cursed internally, and walked out of the room as fast as he could - he couldn’t do with being yelled at for running, but he was going to need to pull off the power walk of his life if he didn’t want to be late to his last class of the day.

“Welcome home, Jakey.” his mom said from the kitchen, where she was busily cooking dinner.

“Hey Mom.” Jake said, setting his bag by the stairs and plopping down at the kitchen counter.

“And how was school?”

“I had to show Mr. Cook one of his signed assignment slips today.”

“Seriously? That man gets on my last nerve.”

Jake watched as his mother chopped ingredients for dinner slightly more aggressively than she had been.

“It should be fine. If not, I can go to the AP’s office and complain directly.”

“Heaven help that man if I have to get involved again.”

“I still think he’s just homophobic and taking it out on me because I’m the one most publicly out at school.”

“It could be, as much as I hate to say it.” his mother said, sliding the chopped vegetables into the skillet. “But maybe we shouldn’t talk about that right now—“

“Talk about what?”

Jake froze at the sound of his father’s voice from behind him. Shit. He’s home early.

“I was thinking it was possible that Mr. Cook is intentionally ‘losing’ my assignments because I’m gay, is all.” Jake trailed off towards the end of his sentence. He knew how this was about to go down.

“Some teacher is losing your things.”

“Yes. I have pr—“

“And it’s because you’re supposedly gay.”

“It could be.”

“So tell him you’re not gay. Then it’s handled.”

“That would be a lie, dad.”

“You’re kidding, right Jacob? This whole thing is a joke, haha, joke’s on old dad.”

Jake looked up at his dad and winced.

“No, I’m not kidding, dad. I’m gay.” It was probably the fifth time he’d accidentally outed himself to his father. It wasn’t like his dad was old enough to have Alzheimer's or something, he was just usually too drunk to remember anything the next day.

“Oh Andy, leave the kid be. You know it’s just a phase.” His mother said from the kitchen, and he winced. That was her way out of this argument every time. Honestly, all he wanted was his dad to realize that being gay wasn’t the worst thing that a kid could be these days. It wasn’t even that rare for a kid to be gay, especially in the city.

It wouldn’t be that big of a deal, really, his dad not thinking the highest of him, but he knew that when his dad got upset like this… well… it went bad for his mom, real fast.

“Yeah sure, just a phase.” his dad said, and threw his bottle against the wall. From the way it splattered, it wasn’t quite empty, either. Jake didn’t look forward to cleaning that up.

Here we fucking go. Jake thought. He started to say something, but his mother spoke before he could.

“Jake, go to your room.” His mother said, gaining all of his father’s attention.

“What, Marnie. You just going to take his side?” his father spat, and Jake all but sprinted up to his room, grabbing his bag on the way. There was a reason he always left it against the stairs, much as he wished there wasn’t.

He got into his room and shut his door, practically collapsing into his desk chair. Perfect way to spend a Thursday night, he thought, pulling out his math homework and his phone.

Jake > Nia: Nia, they’re at it again. Nia > Jake: Oh shit. What this time? Jake > Nia: Same shit, different day. Dad found out I’m gay, I guess. Nia > Jake: You came out to your parents more than a year ago!!! Nia > Jake: How many times is this going to happen? Jake > Nia: I don’t know. What can I do? I can’t.. Anything. Nia > Jake: You know you’re always welcome here. Jake > Nia: I can’t leave my mom. Nia > Jake: I know. Hey look on the bright side, tomorrow’s Friday. Jake > Nia: Friday… gods bless Friday, I need my Ma hugs. Nia > Jake: Me too! Also it’s Pizza and Ice Cream Friday. Jake > Nia: Now there’s inspiration to get my math homework done.

Downstairs, more glass shattered, and Jake winced. He just hoped his mom was going to be okay, after this. He knew he’d hear all about it tomorrow, how much he was a bad son, and did he have any idea what she went through for him…

I really do understand. Jake sighed, and put his headphones on. The music was far too loud, but it served to drown out the mess that was his home life so that he had a chance to get his homework done.

Now… how was this supposed to work again? A squared plus B squared…

Jake woke suddenly to a hand on his shoulder, and jumped so hard he almost fell off of his bed.

“Sorry Jakey.” his mom said quietly. “Your dad’s out again. I brought you some dinner.” She set the bowl of vegetable-heavy macaroni and cheese on his desk.

“You don’t need to apologize, mom.” Jake said, reaching out to pull his mom into a hug. “It’s not your fault he’s like this.”

“I know, baby. But you deserve better.” She ruffled his hair, and chuckled. “Looks like we need to trim your sides again.”

“Oh no, am I getting scruffy?”

“Just a little bit.”

Jake felt a strong need to put a hat on. Scruffy did not fit his aesthetic one bit.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure he fit his own aesthetic at all.

Circumstances made it so that he came out of the closet way earlier than he really felt comfortable, but he knew that if he was just himself, but gay, that it would backfire. So instead, he was flamboyant, expressive Jake.

At least in the privacy of his own bedroom he could be himself. Quiet, melancholy Jake. Much less bright than anyone thought he was. Anyone but Nia, at least. His bestie knew him inside and out, so at least he had that going for him.

Friday dawned like any other day ending in Y, and Jake hauled himself out of bed and to school. Early, of course, for track practice. His mornings were utterly incomplete without a long run. Something that helped him clear his mind and get his school mask settled into place.

Of course, by the time he was in the locker room showering off the sweat and changing out of his running gear, the rumors and gossip were already flying. There were two new students today. Something about an exchange program. Jake soaked in as much gossip as he could on his way to his first class. He absolutely had to share this with Nia. Hopefully she was already in class, and there hadn’t been some incident keeping her from her morning reading. It seemed like that kind of week.

Jake bounded into the classroom, glad to see Nia in her usual place. He plopped down in his chair, facing backwards so that he could chatter at her before class started.

“Nia!!!”

“Morning Jake. Happy Friday.” Nia looked up from her book, casually putting her bookmark in to hold her place.

“That’s your normal Friday Greeting. Today is not a normal Friday!”

“What?”

“There are new kids!”

“On a Friday?”

“Yep!”

“Their parents are the worst. Why would you start your kids on a Friday, at least wait until Monday.”

I think my dad takes the cake for the worst, but… sure, Nia.

“Okay, okay. I get your point, but like… they’re both seniors. Brothers, apparently. And smokin’ hot.”

“I’ll take your word for it?”

“No way. Between the two of us we have seven classes today. Surely we’ll catch sight of one of them, right?”

“Yeah. Hell of a story to tell ma later.”

“Miss Laney. Language.” Mr. Randall said, entering the room.

Jake rolled his eyes, grateful to be facing away from their teacher initially.

“English, Mr. Randall. Christian jargon, specifically.”

The teacher laughed. “Alright, alright. Good morning.”

At least he was dealing fine with Nia’s pedantic backtalk this morning. Maybe he was excited about new students to teach, as well. Jake turned himself around in his chair, as the rest of their classmates started to file into the room. Jake was excited to meet the new kids, but he got the vibe from Nia that she could do without adding any new potential bullies to her watch list. He didn’t really blame her for it. She had the worst luck.

After lunch, Jake walked into Chemistry, expecting to have another discussion with Mr. Cook about his homework. What he wasn’t expecting was for his usually vacant table to be populated… by the two new kids. Oh, sweet! He’d get to meet them and could tell Nia what to expect in case either of them were choir kids. The blonde looked… choir-possible. The other… seemed like he’d rather be skipping. Did he just wink at me?

Jake settled into his usual chair, and engaged immediately with the new kids.

“Hi, I’m Jake, and apparently we’re table buddies now.”

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome - the one who’d winked - grinned. “Hi there, Jake. I’m Diaval. And this,” He gestured to the blonde who looked like someone had taken him off of one of those 90s trashy romance book covers, “is my brother Mark.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Brothers, both seniors…” Jake said, thinking. “Don’t let me sound too stupid here, but you don’t look like twins.”

Mark scoffed. “Please. We’re barely brothers. My father is—“

“Someone entirely different than mine.” Diaval finished, rolling his eyes.

Oh. Jake thought. They don’t get along at all. This is going to be interesting.

He slipped his phone out and sent a few quick texts to Nia, before turning his focus on Mr. Cook, lest he get his phone confiscated.

Jake was looking forward to band. His last period class, Band usually kept him sane and happy. He was surprised, after their conversations in Chemistry not to see Diaval here in band. He’d seemed like a musical sort. Maybe he was in choir with Nia.

Shaking his head to get the new kids out of it so that he could focus, Jake waved to his fellow percussionists before getting himself settled at the timpani. He’d just picked up the mallets when the director beckoned him over. Setting the mallets down carefully, he practically flounced over to the director. The man never needed him for anything before, so this was a novel experience. He wasn’t even the percussion lead…

“I just got a call from the office, Jake. Your mother is here.”

Jake blinked. “Why is my mom here?”

“I certainly don’t know.” the director said, shrugging. ��But apparently you’re going to be heading out straight from the office today, so grab your bag. I’ll see you Monday.”

Jake knew not to argue. If mom was here to pick him up, there was probably a good reason. Better her than dad, that was for sure. He’d have to text Nia from the car, though. She’d worry, otherwise.

Of course, he didn’t have to do that, as he ran into Nia in the hallway.

“Oh hey! I have to go to the office—“

“—because my mom is here…”

“Weird.” They said in unison, and weird only began to cover the next few hours.

Their moms had come together. And had taken them out to get fancy coffee. Which was like ten red flashing lights right there. Something was very off.

Of course something crazy was happening. Of course.

“So, you’re saying you signed me up for an exchange program?” Nia said, and the look she was giving her mother over the top of her coffee-adjacent drink was telling.

To be fair, Jake was giving his own mother the same look.

“Isn’t it just supposed to be like, to another country though?” he said, concerned.

“Well…” Nia’s mom started, and his mom interrupted her.

“It was my idea. I didn’t know if you two would get in, but I suggested to Lynn, I mean Nia’s mom, that we could sign you both up so you’d be together.”

“Well, that backfired.” Nia said, bitterly.

“They said you can still text though! And video call, and regular call!” Nia’s mom said, trying to sound excited for them.

“But…” Jake said, not excited about being separated from Nia, and especially displeased about leaving his mom alone with how his dad was being.

“And there’ll be a big dance at the end of the program.” Jake’s mom said, her smile equally fake.

“So you’re saying the two hot guys who just transferred in today are our replacements?” Jake shared a look with Nia. That would explain some things about the supposed ‘brothers’ they’d met.

“Well…”

“In Nia’s case, yeah, literally.” Her mom said. “They’re staying at our place since we have the space…”

“And you’re going to trust them to take care of the girls?” Nia said, cautiously.

“Well, no. I had to take a few months of 8-5s to cover Janice’s maternity leave, so it works out.”

“That is suspiciously convenient.” Jake said with narrowed eyes.

“Jake… There’s a reason we did this. I’m divorcing your father. But It’s going to be messy… and I need to know that you’re safe, okay?”

“So you’re sending me off to Literal Actual Heaven where Angels are from to keep me safe.” Jake was angry. Nia just looked like she was numb. “And you’re sending Nia off to Literal Actual Hell.”

“Technically it’s the Celestial Realm and the Devildom.” His mother said, quietly.

Nia still hadn’t done so much as blink in the last five minutes.

“Adania. Please. Just try it. It’s a year. It’s Room & Board covered, and we have been promised you will both be entirely safe.”

Jake reached out and took Nia’s hand in his, at which point she basically melted, falling over into his shoulder.

“Ugh. Fiiiine. Can we still have pizza and ice cream night?” Nia asked, sighing. Jake could feel the subtle trembling.

“Yes. But we’re going out for pizza.” her mother said, grinning. “And Marnie’s coming along.”

“What.” Nia said, so blankly it wasn’t even a question.

“Yeah, we’re gonna do the whole arcade thing.”

“Mom, we can’t afford that.”

“With the stipend they’re giving me to house a literal angel and a literal demon? We’re good.”

“Mo-om!”

“Hush. You’re leaving tomorrow. Let me spoil my baby girl.”

Nia rolled her eyes and Jake just laughed.

A year in Heaven, huh? Wonder if it was going to be anything like Seven Minutes in Heaven. Maybe he’d kiss an angel. Ha. Gay angels. Unlikely. This year was going to suck.

#shall we date obey me #obey me!#obey me raphael #obey me diaval #raphael x oc #time to actually learn something about the celestial realm #tags will match content for each chapter #abuse #alcholism #homophobia #longfic

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ainyan · 1 year

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SCAR (for ask meme)

[ SCAR ]: noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

"Please don't tell anyone about this."

Kal'istae's smile was wry as she helped Thancred pick up the clothing that had fallen from his arms and scattered when they'd collided just outside of the bathing room. "What, don't tell anyone that the rogue with preternatural agility nearly tripped over the ninja with... preternatural agility? I can't imagine why I might want to keep quiet about that."

He snorted as he snagged his shirt from the corner and shook it out, grimacing at a dust ball that went flying. "I had things on my mind, okay?"

Her gaze softened as she rose, his long-tailed waistwrap in hand. The single eye she could see glinted with aggrieved embarrassment. "As did I, and since the accident was mutual, I don't see as you have any cause for concern. I promise, I won't go running off to tell anyone."

He paused while tugging his shirt over his head and focused on her. "I'm sorry, Kali. I'm not mad at you. I'm not even," he added as his head disappeared while he hunted for the hole, "mad at myself. I've just got a lot on my plate right now, worrying about what these Warriors of Darkness are going to get up to next."

She barely heard him, distracted by the sight of his chest, all lean muscle and golden skin and pale, puckered scars criss-crossing his flesh from shoulders to waist. As his head popped through the neck hole, he caught sight of her engrossed expression and grinned to himself. When he began to roll his shirt down, however, she reached out with a tentative hand, halting him. "Wha-?"

Slim fingers grazed over a puckered scar near the edge of his ribs, still pink and raw. "This one's new," she murmured, disconcerted. "When did you get that?"

Preoccupied by the entirely unexpected feel of her soft fingers against his skin, he barely stopped himself from sucking in a breath. Clenching his teeth, he closed his eyes and firmly took his libido in hand. "Uh, I - ah... the cyclops," he finally managed to spit out. "At the melee."

Mesmerized, Kali leaned in, brushing her lips comfortingly over the scar. He couldn't stop himself from inhaling; he barely stopped himself from grabbing her and intercepting that kiss with his own. She looked up with a smile, then froze, her eyes widening in horror. "Oh my gods, Thancred," she stammered.

"Thank you." Somehow he managed to speak in a normal tone of voice; it was something of a miracle with his breath swirling in his lungs and his heart hammering at his breast.

She swallowed and stepped back. Then took another step back for good measure, her hands tucked firmly behind her back. "I just don't like seeing you with scars taken protecting me," she said, her voice just a bit too prim.

He was appalled at how tempted he was to show her all of the other scars he'd taken during their adventures together just to see if he could elicit a similar reaction. She's a Scion! came the horrified thought.

A sexy Scion, his libido reminded him. "We'll just forget this ever happened," he said instead, shoving his shirt down and reaching out to take the waistcoat she extended to him with a trembling hand. "Have a good day, Kali."

She stepped back one more time. "Have a good day, Thancred," she choked out, then turned and fled, her previous destination forgotten in her embarrassment.

He waited a few moments longer until he could walk steadily on down the hall to his bedroom, lost in thought.

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#asked and answered #kal'istae miurani #thancred waters #unintentional flirting

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stones-and-birds · 2 months

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Some Updates! July 16, 2024 🐦‍⬛💎

Howdy! Been a bit since an update, and while not a ton of folks are actively keeping up with this I figured an update was still worthwhile. Updates under the cut.

-Kieran

Development Updates:

This project is still actively being worked on! There's a ton left to do before I can even properly begin coding the VN and making assets - character designs, outfit, logo, and abnormality designs, not to mention continuing to flesh out the plot + properly write down the full summary. Things are slow due to life - we've got obligations outside of working on this, but it's still full steam ahead as this story is very important to us.

I had initially planned to release Chapter 1 on its own for the Children of the City Zine - I ended up switching to an illustration for my piece because I didn't want to work under a deadline for this. I am learning very quickly not to overestimate my abilities to get stuff done while dealing with multitudes of other stress.

The plot has, for the most part, been finalized - I'm still extending what I had written out and making tweaks here and there for better story flow, but we know what the overarching plot is as well as what the conclusion will be. Of course things could change, PM is still putting out new content and we don't have all the worldbuilding we could, but we're taking it in stride.

As of right now, the amount of chapters slated to be in the final product will be 9, and 7-8 of those will unlock optional story snippets at the end of each chapter (think the 'tips' feature in Higurashi, for example). It's very possible this will change!

I've switched to planning mostly on a Notion board which has helped productivity a lot more than having things scattered across various Google Docs files!

We've added @winterbunz to the dev team for proofreading and additional writing help!

Feedback needed?:

We're still deciding on whether or not to release the story in parts or wait until it's complete before releasing the whole thing - If we decide on releasing it in parts, It'll likely be a release similar to Limbus in that the primary release has 3 chapters and the rest will be released as completed. Still not sure though, feedback is appreciated. I may post a poll regarding this soon for easier engagement.

I would really like to add some minigames of some sort, as well as a functional Abnormality Codex for the fan abnormalities. I have some ideas on how to implement these, but it's going to take some studying and planning and such to figure it out - so nothing's set in stone on that front yet!

Some Adjustments/Fixes:

I had somehow mixed up Canto 1 LCB's L Corp branch, D-02, with Canto 2's, J-03, and ended up naming the branch J-02. This was an error on my part and I'm embarrassed to admit it took me so long to realize - The primary branch featured in this story will be J-03! I intended it to be the one from Canto 2 from the start, I just can't read.

I've also maybe been a bit too loose-lipped regarding plot beats, so I'll be avoiding that more in an effort to prevent spoilers for people who don't want them.

Misc Updates:

A good amount of the main cast of this project is uploaded on Art Fight for 2024's fight! Since a majority of the main characters are mine specifically, most of them will be located on my AF account, demonerium. I'm on Team Stardust this year!

Oracle also has some of his characters that are a part of the SaB cast on AF - you can find his profile as oracle_milkman, he's on Team Seafoam.

While you're at it, attack Michelle too! They don't have any SaB characters yet, but they have their own Lobcorp OCs as well as others.

TL;DR:

Development is still in progress! We're currently still working on finalizing the plot and chapter summaries, but it's getting closer!

Branch J-02 is now referred to as Branch J-03 to correct a mistake I made... and somehow only recently noticed...

Some discussion/feedback would be appreciated regarding release methods and minigame/extra feature additions!

#logs #dev log #lobotomy corporation #lobotomy corporation oc #stones and birds #fan project

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lovethisletters · 4 years

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Belly boops for the Demon brothers!

I felt like writing something chill and wholesome and this came up. Personally I'm a belly boop person, I've always enjoyed watching people's confused faces when I poke their stomach, but sometimes I'll do it out of habit (when I'm leaving a room or saying goodbye to a friend I belly boop them insted of a normal goodbye and won't realize that I did it until someone would point it out or just in very random moments like in the middle of a conversation I'll do it as well) so I decided to hc how the demon brothers react to an mc who does this.

Keys: MC = your main character's name.

Summary: The demon brothers discover a peculiar trait of MC: belly boops.

Additional notes: MC is gender neutral!

Here is part 2 with the side characters!

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Lucifer

The first time it happened was one morning when everyone was getting ready to go to RAD.

Lucifer always opens the door for everyone, and leaves last, so when you past by him you unconsciously decided to thank him for holding the door open in a very...unusual manner.

You booped his belly.

It was so random, that it was one of the very few moments in his life that the avatar of pride didn't know how to react.

—MC, What do you think you're doing?—his voice stopping you on your tracks.

You where confused at first on what he was referring to, but when you realized a wave of embarrassent hit you.

—Sorry! It came out of habit! I used to do that with my friends back in the human world!—you apologized quickly.

—refrain from doing that again, I'll only let it slide this time, understood?

—Yes! It won't happen again!

It did...

The second time it happened you immediately apologized only catching for a split second the death glare he gave you before running away.

Ultimately no matter how much he scolded you, you didn't stop.

I think he kinda...just accepted it once he realized you did that only with the people you're comfortable with. So he took it as a weird compliment.

So now he just stares blankly at you every time you do so, no longer even trying to correct your weird habit.

And to be honest...he secretly thinks is adorable, but he'll never tell.

Mammon

—Whadda ya' think you doin' ya' dumb human!?!?— the avatar of greed asked completely caught off guard.

He was telling you about one of his newest schemes to get some easy money; when all of a sudden, he felt a light and quick pressure on his belly.

It was your finger, but the weird thing was that you still looked like you where listening and waiting for him to continue the conversation like nothing had happened.

He's so confused.

When you realized what you had done, you explained to him it was something you did with your friends in the human world; is your weird unconscious way of showing a person you feel comfortable in their presence.

Blushy boi

—W-well...I guess that's ok, but don't ya' dare doin' this to anyone else, got it?

Your belly boops are reserved for the great Mammon!

Leviathan

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

You where about to leave his room with a new game (he insisted you should try) on your hands.

—Thanks Levi! I'll let you know my thoughts once I finish it!—you said as he holds the door open for you.

Boop!

You went back to your room not being aware of the blushing mess of a demon you left behind.

"Why MC poked his belly?!?!" "It was probably a mistake, right?!" "No one would like to touch a yucky Otaku like him anyways!"

He won't confront you about it, thinking it was a mistake.

But then one time when you two were playing video games together and you just defeated the other team, he extended his hand in order to give you a celebration high-five.

But then you just...boop!

He blushes even more than the last time, and finally asks you why you did it.

When you explain to him is your own way to express endearment for the people close to you...oh boi.

He blushes so bad and his eyes get all glossy like he's about to cry, for a moment you might even think he's in pain or something.

He never thought of himself as someone you value or hold in such a dear place in your life, so he's just so happy to hear that!

Forget the high-fives! Belly boops are now a must every time you two are together!

Satan

The first time it happened was when you two where studying for a test in the library.

Satan is not a big fan of touch or touchy people; I feel like it makes him a bit anxious.

So when you first booped his belly...he felt kind of uncomfortable, but didn't say anything, thinking it was a mistake or a lame attempt on your part to provoke him.

He won't confront you the second, third or even fourth time it happens, only limiting himself to lightly scolding you with a quick glance.

But if you still don't get the hint, he would finally talk to you (not in an aggressive manner btw he's chill with you about it)

—MC, I don't know if you're doing this as a way to provoke me or make fun of me, but you should know how uncomfortable it makes me—He spoke holding you by your shoulders softly.

You explained to him it was something you did unconsciously, but that you weren't mocking him, Belly booping was something you only did with people you felt comfortable and trust enough to do so.

He gives you a kind smile after hearing you say that; He's truly happy to be someone you can rely on.

He might try to put up with it, belive me, he really does. But he just can't.

You let him know that it's ok for him to not like it, and that you're not mad or dissatisfied in any way, and that you'll be working on controlling this peculiar habit of yours.

He appreciates your words, and now every time that your habit slips, and you try to belly boop him; he'll catch your hand before you can do so and gently lower it, offering you a kind smile instead or...if he's feeling soft he'll hold your hand for a bit.

Asmodeus

He was finishing giving you a make-over when it happened.

—All done, hun! You look so beautiful!! Not as much as me tho...—he said handing you a mirror

—Thank you, Asmo!!! you're so talented!!

And out of nowhere...boop!

Silence.

Asmo, being the avatar of lust, has experienced all kind of touches.

But he has never (or at least not that he remembers) been booped in the belly.

He looks at you with curiosity, even tilting his head slightly, looking like a confused cat before his eyes spark with joy and he suddenly envelops you in a tight hug.

—Awww MC! You're just too cute! You make me want to gobble you up!—

Out of everyone, he's the one who loves belly boops the most, even more knowing the meaning behind them.

He just founds them so endearing, it melts his heart.

Whenever you boop him he'll pinch your cheeks and start baby-ing you.

Beelzebub

You first booped his belly at dinner, big mistake.

He was enjoying his meal when all of a sudden he feels your finger on his stomach.

And we all know Beel is a calm demon but when it's about food...you better don't try anything funny.

He hates being disturbed when he's eating.

He huffed in annoyance, directing you an angry glance you'd only had seen when the whole custard incident happened.

Tho he saw your apologetic expression and decided it wasn't something worth making a fuss about and continued eating.

He'll later feel bad about it tho, so when he came to apologize you decided to let him know it wasn't something you did on purpose and what it meant to you.

Beel was really happy, he even blushed a little and hugged you enthusiastically.

He enjoys belly boops...as long as you don't do it when he's eating.

Belphegor

It happened for the first time when he was falling asleep in class.

When you booped him he just thought it was your way of keeping him awake, so he didn't say anything at first.

That until he started to notice you would also do it in very random moments: You two would be out shopping or something and then...boop!

He's a bit startled at first, but much like Satan, he'll just look at you weirdly and then move on.

Or at least until curiosity gets the better of him and finally asks you about it.

When you finish telling him, a small smirk appeared on his lips.

He's the only one who kinda makes you regret you told him about the personal meaning belly boops hold to you because of how much he would tease you.

But he really likes them, because from now on. Every time the two of you take naps together; Belphie would belly boop you back before dozing off.

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If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway, thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #demon brothers #demon brothers x mc #demon brothers hc #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #levi x mc #Satan x mc #Asmodeus x mc #beel x mc #belphie x mc #obey me hc #asmo x mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader

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peachyysugaa · 3 years

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blood castle i. || enha 02z

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♜ main pairing: vampire! 02z x gn! reader

♜ genre: hogwarts au, mystery, fluff/angst

♜ wc: 2k

♜ warnings: mentions of blood (pg13), purposefully lowercase

♜ other pairings: lisa x namjoon, slight rose x jungkook

♜ a/n: disclaimer that i don't actually ship these pairings, i just find it fitting for the story :] also kinda boring chapter but we're setting things up <3 also hearts at the end of each chapter to keep track of how oc gets along with 02z hehe lmk what you think!

♜ index: teaser | next | masterlist

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i. make the most of it

"what will i do when you're both gone? jennie just left and you two are next!" you pout in your train seat as your best friends exchange teasing smiles. as you get closer and closer to hogwarts, you can't help but keep thinking about rose and lisa inevitably graduating this year.

"i don't know y/n, maybe find some friends your age?" lisa teases. you groan outwardly, tilting your head back.

rose, the ever-exemplary hufflepuff, extends her hands out to yours on the table and grabs hold of them. you stop your obnoxious groaning to stare back at her kind smile. "lili has a point, y/nie. it wouldn't hurt to branch out this year so that lisa and i don't have to worry about you."

your eyes widened. "worry?! what's that supposed to mean?"

rose lets go of your hands to cover her mouth as she laughs while lisa is losing it. the gryffindor 7th year is wiping joyful tears out of her eyes, which isn't helping your case.

you sit, pouting once again and waiting for them to explain.

"two words, y/n," lisa begins while holding two fingers up in a peace sign that you know is anything but peaceful. "you're. clumsy."

"am not!" you defied. your best friends exchange looks once again before raising an eyebrow at you. "tell me one time when i was clumsy!"

"remember that time you tried to shut a mandrake up by putting your hand on its mouth and then it bit you?" rose asks.

"oh! that was so funny!" lisa says, trying to hold back her laughter. "my favorite is when she made a lizard instead of a mini dragon in transfiguration but then it burned her eyebrows off!"

as they share your most embarrassing moments, your ears begin heating up and all you want to do is transfigure yourself into the train seat.

"i stand corrected..." you mumble out unwillingly.

"we love you, y/nie. we only want someone to look out for you when we graduate," rose says as lisa nods.

"fine, fine. i get it, moms."

"you love us."

"yea, yea, i love my two moms who come after my clumsiness all the time."

"as you should, now let's get changing. the train is almost at school."

the older hufflepuff was right. you could see the tall towers of the second home you've come to love in the distance as you glance out the window. this year may be bittersweet since the last of your friend group would be leaving you behind, but you were determined to make the most of it with them and perhaps make some new friends this year.

"i'll stay to keep our spot, you two go ahead," lisa tells you and rose.

"going to text your joonie?" rose teases. the gryffindor's ears have a red tinge at the sound of her nickname for her boyfriend.

"just go before the changing rooms fill up," she mumbles. but as you close the door to your shared booth, you can see that she has already pulled out her phone with a cheeky smile as she waves hi on facetime with namjoon who is slightly older than her and currently working as a magizoologist for the ministry.

you smile to yourself, remembering their relationship when you were just a first year. "come on, yn!" rose calls out.

you break out of your daze and see her several feet away from you. "sorry, eonnie!"

you take your hand off the handle, which you didn't register it was still on, and start to move towards her, carrying your blouse, tie and skirt. before you could reach her, you bump into a hard chest.

you hear a deep oof noise from the figure as you rub your forehead.

"i am so sorry!" you hurriedly whisper.

"you're alright, y/n." you recognize the voice and look up to see sim jaeyun from your house and year. "did you hit your head too hard?" he kindly worries.

"i—"

"yn!!" rose shouts.

"sorry, jaeyun," you apologetically smile as you brush past him. "coming, eonnie!!"

you could've sworn he said something like it was nice to see you, but you were far too focused on not letting rose wait any long. she's definitely amicable like most hufflepuffs, but like most hufflepuffs, you probably don't want to see them angry. you should know since lisa says you're already bad hangry.

it's a quick in and out of the changing room and back to your booth where lalisa waits, staring out the window and watching the castle come closer. it's like a wrestler tag team as you and rose high-five her on your way in and her way out. immediately, the two of you settle down and as you get comfortable in your seat, you notice that she's smirking with you, her eyebrow raised.

"why are you looking at me like that, eonnie?" you ask hesitantly. your fingers look more interesting picking fights with each other.

"oh, nothing," she replies, not giving up her smirk. "just wondering when you and jake were close."

"he's literally the same year and house as me. i can't go a year without a class with him."

she hums like she doesn't believe you. "really?"

"really, really."

"really, really, really?" you groan at her response as she starts to giggle.

"do you wanna talk about your crush on jeon jungkook then, eonnie?" she shuts up then and there, and it's your turn to smirk. "thought so."

"that's hogwarts' idol right there, yn. everyone likes him one way or another, so hush!"

"hush about what?" lisa asks as she slides the door open.

"nothi—"

"jeon jungkook." rose glares at you.

"ohh, rosie's crush of 6 years?" your other friend confirms as she closes the door.

"the one and only."

"you know, he and i are co-captains this year for quidditch. you should just come to our practices."

"will he even notice me? i mean..." your focus on their conversation starts to waver as you glance through the door window. outside your door is the familiar trolley witch with all her pastries and drinks, and you can't help but have a craving for your favorite chocolate frogs. you also can't help but notice the other figure with the trolley witch: the very same sim jaeyun you bumped into earlier.

"eonnies, i'm going to buy some chocolate frogs. do you want any?" you ask, keeping an eye on the figures outside your window.

"cauldron cake for me please!"

"let's have every flavor beans for old time's sakes!"

"alright," you say as you slide the door open and close. they go back to their conversation about a plot to get the hogwarts idol that you're sure is bound to go wrong.

"7 blood lollipops please." you hear jake order. you recall him having a large group of friends across different houses and different years, but for all of them to like blood lollipops is quite unheard of.

"you're not going to have all of those, are you?" you ask him, approaching the trolley.

"y/n," he greets with a smile and a shake of his head as he hands his coins to the witch. "no, my friends and i all really like them. i think i would have a headache if i were to eat all 7."

"2 chocolate frogs, bertie's beans, and a cauldron cake please," you order before turning back to him. "does it really taste like blood, or is it just to trick people into thinking you're vampires?"

jake's face pales though it's hard to see because he's already on the pale side and you're counting out your coins to give to the trolley witch. "personally, i think it tastes like cherry."

you hum as you gather your goodies together, and jake is thankful that you're not paying too much attention to how he reacted. "i'll take your word for it."

the trolley witch moves along, doing what she's done for many years and more to come. you're finally focusing on him more now that you have all your snacks and accomplished being a good citizen by paying the fees. your eyes search his face, go past his sharp jawline, and make their way to the shiny prefect badge on his black and gold robes. the prefect engraving is hard to see against the blinding gold of the hufflepuff badge, but it's hard to miss.

"oh, are you a prefect?" you ask curiously.

"yup, so don't stay out too late. i might have to write you up," he teases.

you playfully roll your eyes at him. "please, when am i not a model student?"

"i would say right now because we're about five minutes away from the castle, and you still don't have your robes on, miss l/n," he jokingly tsks at you.

"ahh, but you see, that's not my fault there, mr. prefect," you banter back.

"oh? then maybe i won't have to give you the first detention?"

"well, mr. sim, i was only taking care of my precious eonnies and buying them snacks. i paid my fees and also engaged in conversation with my fellow classmate, so i've been a little preoccupied," you acted out, playing the role of an innocent student.

"hmm.. engaging in conversation with your classmates on the first day does seem to follow the rules," he lightheartedly agrees. jake is about to add more, but his friends call out to him.

"hey, jake, what's taking so long?!"

"you'd better go take care of your friends, mr. sim," you tease. "be a good hyung, won't you?"

his beaming smile causes your heart to skip a few beats. "alright, miss l/n, but make sure not to let me catch you out of uniform." he waves before hurrying to his own booth.

when you open the door to yours, a chorus of oooh's from your eonnies is what you receive. you roll your eyes at them before shutting the door and grabbing your robe. you can see theirs were already on, the equally shining, gold head girl badge pinned on rose's robe.

"i think she'll be just fine on our own when we're gone, rosie," lisa teases as you slip your arms through your sleeves and tuck your wand in your pocket.

"just don't keep one of my prefects distracted, y/nie," rosie adds.

"so long as you aren't distracted by your head boy, rosie," you tease back.

"no way, jeon jungkook is head boy," she gasps at you.

"i don't know, but i just caught you simping in 4k!" you stick your tongue out at her as she whines and lalisa throws her head back in laughter.

"there really is only one choice though, so it probably is him," lisa affirms.

"i swear, if you two are wrong..." rose pouts.

"but if we're not, you'll get to spend more time with him and get to know him instead of just admiring him from afar like everyone else!" you console.

"well, we'll find out soon enough. we're here," lisa announces as she grabs her trunk from the top rack, helping you get yours and rose hers.

"thanks, eonnie! so glad your long legs are so useful!" you thank.

"yah! they'll be useful for kicking you too, ungrateful brat," she jokingly chastises.

"oh no, lisa eonnie is going to kill me!" you shout dramatically. "rose eonnie, save me!"

"it's going to be a long year," she sighs with a smile keeping close behind as you run off the train and lisa chases after you.

jake's expression mirrors rose's as he watches the trio run off to the nearest carriage. a crack forms in his blood lollipop as he sucks on it harder, the sweet taste of blood running across his tongue. "hyung, come on. let's get in the carriage," jungwon calls to him, his own sucker making his words slightly muddled.

"coming," he mumbles, securing his trunk and stepping into the carriage where his 6 friends wait for him.

their fangs are dripping with the blood of the lollipops.

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jake: ♥ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ (lvl. 1)

jay: ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ (lvl. 1)

sunghoon: ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ (lvl. 1)

#enhypen #enhyphen #enha #enhypen x reader #enha 02z #hogwarts au #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #vampire au #enhypen fanfiction #blood castle #enha x reader #kpop fanfic #hp au

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babycakes19 · 3 years

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What If? Jax Teller/OC Fanfic - Chapter 2.

Pairing: Jax Teller x OC

Rating: M (Cussing, ect. Just make sure you're 18+)

A/N: This was originally posted on my wattpad and Ff.net page, but I've decided to post it on here as well. I just want to apologize if it's not the best starting out. I didn't edit it before posting it on here. But, I promise you, my writing has improved, and you can see it in the newest chapters.

Summary: Andrea "Andy" Wintson hasn't seen her family in over a decade, so when Opie calls with a job offer, she jumps at the chance and moves on to Charming. After being reunited with her estranged family and welcomed into the extended family of rowdy bikers, she soon learns what they’re all about. What if their lifestyle scares her? What if it doesn’t? Exactly what kind of life will she have in Charming? Is family all she'll have, or is love on the horizon for her as her feelings for Jax Teller and his newborn son intensify? **Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Sons Of Anarchy. I only own my character, Andrea Winston.**

Chapter 2:

*Andrea*

I've been in Charming for 3 days now, and it was nothing like I expected. The guys are literally a family, not only calling each other brothers but also acting like it. That first morning, when I woke up at Ope's, I unpacked my stuff. It didn't take long, considering I brought little, but Donna insisted it would help make me feel at home. I've been working in the garage on vehicles; it’s mostly mundane work, like oil changes and replacing tires, but it’s a job that was given to me, so I can't complain too much.

Gemma threw an official welcome party in my honor, because it was something we had to do, and no amount of convincing could change her mind. I've quickly learned that what Gemma wants, Gemma gets, so we had a party, and in what I'm told is true SOA fashion. There was lots of alcohol, weed, good music, and naked women. I have to admit, seeing Bobby eat out a croweater on the bar was not how I envisioned my time in Charming, but Jax told me it was a typical night at the clubhouse. Witnessing someone eating pussy or getting blown up was something I would get used to.

So now that I've caught you up on the last few days, I'm currently strolling into the office to give Gem the paperwork and keys to the old Corolla I’ve been working on.

Slamming her phone down on the desk, Gemma looks up at the doorway, "Hey Andy." I notice she looks stressed.

"Hey Gem, that Corolla is done, but you need to tell the owner it doesn't have much life left in it." I tell her as I pass over the keys and papers.

"Will do honey." She mumbles, and I'm not sure she even knows what I’m saying.

"You okay Gem." She sighs and looks up at me.

"Haven't heard from Jax’s ex. The junkie bitch hasn't answered either of us in weeks." She expresses her concern.

Jax had told me all about Wendy, why he married her, and how he realized his mistake. He also told me how he felt guilty and slept with her once she was clean, after hoping his efforts to reconcile would keep her clean. After it happened, he knew he couldn't stay with her solely because it might keep her sober. It was something she had to want to do for herself, but that one time resulted in her getting pregnant.

As I look around the room, I look out the window to see Jax rushing out into the lot. I call him "Jax!"

"Hey darlin’." Sending me his famous smirk while he’s strutting towards me. He is a good-looking guy. His hair is messy, but in that good way only he can pull it off, and he’s got a tan forming.

"Your mom hasn't heard from your ex, and she said you haven’t either. Maybe it's time to do something about it. You know, check in on her, at least for the baby’s sake?" Looking up at him, I can see his concern, a look I’ve not seen on him in my short time of knowing him. He really is worried, but with Wendy’s past, he’d be crazy not to be.

He steps around me, popping his head in the office's door. Gemma still sat at the desk, trying to file the paperwork the boys had no doubt made a major mess of.

"Hey ma, go to the house to check on the junkie for me. I may not love her, but she’s still carrying my kid. We’re heading out on club business, or I'd do it myself." He says to his mother.

"Sure thing, baby. I’ll head over there soon." She says, giving up on the mess of papers.

The boys all come out of the clubhouse, heading towards their bikes, getting ready for the "club business" Jax had just mentioned. He nods to his mom, turning to walk past me to his bike, sending me a sly wink, shouting out, "I’ll catch you ladies later!" As they roar out of the lot, he straddles his bike and takes his place up front with Clay.

Gazing toward the office, I went back in to get my next job. "What's next on my list, Gem?"

Standing from her chair, she looks at me. "You, sweetheart, are coming with me." She says this as she grabs her purse and cell phone.

"To Jax’s?" I asked in shock.

"To Jax’s." She confirms as she walks past me out of the office towards her car. I jog to catch up and jump in the passenger seat.

~ ~ ~

*Jax*

Not hearing from Wendy was gnawing at my mind, but right now I’ve gotta put that in the back of my head. Because our gun warehouse just blew up, and we gotta deal with that. Driving out to the location of the warehouse, I can feel the tension radiating off our small group. This won't be anything but shitty. I can feel the pit forming in my stomach, and the thought of the amount of money we recently lost makes me nauseous.

As Clay, Tig, Bobby, and I pull up to Bluebird, we notice the Sheriff and the Fire Department on the scene.

"What the hell happened?" Clay demands as we meet Trammel, each of us looking around at a bunch of burned to hell rubble that was once our warehouse.

"Propane tanks caught fire, Ammo was in there, the place just blew." Trammel explains, gazing around at us.

"Shit!" The frustration is evident in Clay's voice.

"Yeah, and the fire dick says it was arson. Saw a lot of boot prints." The information Trammel is giving us is fucking unsatisfactory. This shit should never have happened.

"Cowboy boots?" Clay asks, meaning he’s thinking Mayans, and that's what I was thinking too.

"Yeah, I think so." Trammel confirms, staring at the ground, to avoid our gazes. I wouldn't want to be the one telling us this either.

"Shit-eatin' Mayans, man." Tigs adds from behind me, voicing what is surely what all four of us are thinking. This is the last thing we need right now as a club. I'm about to bring a kid into the world soon. I don't need us to go through nasty shit when he finally comes.

Though there's one thing that's bothering me as we’re trudging through what's left of our warehouse. Where the hell was our goddamn guard? "Where the hell was Rodrigo?" I spit out to Trammel, pissed off. He wasn't here to protect our stock.

"No sign of your watchman." He informs us, continuing to look around the premises.

"What's the exposure?" Clay asks.

"Officially? Me and the fire department. The fire captain can be convinced to rethink his report." Trammel tells us, and as he shows us the damage, he makes it clear there will be a reward.

"Unofficially?" I asked from behind him.

"Unofficially, this blast was seen in two counties. This location is dead." He states.

"Jesus Christ." Clay says exactly what I'm thinking. The hits just keep coming, and finding a new location at short notice will be difficult, to say the least.

"The M4s?" Clay grumbles with a murderous look on his face.

"Gone, as are most of the Glocks." One more piece of bad news to add to the crap pile. How much worse could it get?

Clay kicks what's left of our warehouse, shouting out in frustration. In all honesty, he's acting like a child, but I'd rather him take his aggression out on the building remains than on me.

"Get the firemen on board. Don't want this shit hittin' A.T.F.'s radar." I tell Trammel as I take a wad of money out of my pocket and give him a few notes.

"Let's get out of here." I tell the guys as I head back to my bike. I’m done with this shit. I need to go back to the clubhouse, have a beer, and try to figure out how we move forward. This is gonna cost us big time.

"Hold on. You gotta see something else." Trammel speaks up, so I turn back to look at him.

"Do we really?" The sarcasm is clear in Clay’s voice. How many more hits are we gonna have to take today?

As we follow Trammel over to the back edge of the warehouse rubble, hundreds of insects are buzzing around two dead women. It's clear from my earlier thought that things not being able to get any worse might have been wrong.

"Goddamn. Fried and refried." Clay grunts.

"They're illegals. Part of our assembly crew." Tig adds, as I look around, shaking my head. I was definitely wrong. It's just gotten worse now, so maybe I’ll enjoy a joint with that beer.

"We found them before the F.D. went through." For the time being, only the five of us are aware of them.

"Well, after the smoke clears, get rid of the bodies." Clay states like its nothing to dispose of two dead women, and to him it's probably not, but it never sits well with me when women are involved.

"What am I supposed to tell our boys up in Oaktown? I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Leroy and his crew before tomorrow morning." Trammel questions.

"Call the gangster hotline, set a meetin'." Clay tells him as he heads for his bike.

"Right." Trammel agrees, and I give him the rest of the cash I have on me, as the original payment wasn't enough to cover all the extra work he’s now gonna have to do.

Walking back to the bikes, Clay holds his gun out behind him to me. "Two in the back of the head. Quick and painless." He begs.

"It ain't easy being king." I tell him this, knowing that ultimately, all this shit falls on him. Everyone will look to him for answers he doesn't have right now, and he likes total control too much to ask for help.

"Yeah, you remember that." His comment doesn't go unnoticed, and I know that one day I’ll be sitting at the head of the table. One day my time will come, but unlike him, I’m not above asking for help. I’ll use my men when I need them, and I'll be glad to have them stand by my side.

Heading back to the lot, I scan around when I pull in. Ma’s not here, and Andy seems gone too, so maybe she went with Ma to check on Wendy. Checking out the garage, I see half-sack has brought in a tow in with a deer sticking out the windshield.

"Some days you're the Beamer… some days you're the goddamn deer." I say to the boys.

"Some yuppie creamed her up at the streams." Chibs tells me while working on getting the car off the tow.

"He run into it, or hit a tree while it was giving him head?" I joke about inspecting it closer.

Half-sack looks at me, "How the hell do you want me to get it out of there?" He’s looking at me like a lost kid.

Smirking at him, I jump over the towline, heading to the side of the truck, and pull out a small chainsaw.

"Come on. Jesus, man." He laughs out loud in disgust as he sees it.

"Just pretend it's "Carve your own steak" night at Sizzler." After telling him that, he looks disgusted as I hand it over to him.

"I don't eat meat, man." He almost whines out. Well, that explains the expression.

"Figure it out, grunt." I tell him as I walk towards the clubhouse to join the guys for church. I haven't heard from Mom yet, and I don't know if that's good or not. Putting my pre-pay in the box, I enter church and sit in my chair as the rest of the congregation files in, hoping we can figure this shit out with our guns.

~ ~ ~

*Andrea*

The drive to Jax’s didn't take too long, as we pulled to a stop at what I can only assume was Jax’s house. Gemma shuts the ignition off and turns to me. "Come on, let's go see why she can't seem to answer the phone all of a sudden."

As we walk up to the front door, I notice about a week's worth of newspapers on the steps blocking the front door. Gemma kicks one out of the way as she makes her way up the stairs. Knocking on the door loudly, "Wendy!" We’re both tense as we wait, but there seems to be no answer.

"I’ll check round the side to see if I can see anything through the window." I tell her as I move around the house, past the car. Looking through what I think is a kitchen window, I put my hand up to the glass above my eyes, trying to look around the room. That’s when I see Wendy passed out on the floor, a mixture of what looks like melted ice cream and blood surrounding her.

"Shit! Gemma!" I cry out and hear her heels clicking quickly towards me.

"What baby? What's wrong?" she asks in a frantic tone.

My head snaps towards her. "Call 911! She passed out on the floor. She’s bleeding between her legs, Gemma!"

"Fuck!" she shouts and gets her phone out. The next few minutes are all a blur. I can hear Gemma telling them Wendy's locked in the house, pregnant and bleeding on the floor, but I can't look away from the window watching her, solely hoping the baby will be okay.

The next thing I know is that the police break down the door, and paramedics storm in, then wheel her out of the house and into the ambulance. "We’ll be taking her to St. Thomas. You can meet us there."

"C’mon sweetheart, try calling Jax and I’ll drive us back to the garage." She gently pushes me back to the car. Once we’ve pulled away, I take my phone out and try Jax, but it goes to voicemail, so I just keep hitting Redial, hoping he’ll pick up.

Pulling into the lot, Jax still hasn't answered, so as we come to a stop, Gemma lies on the horn, getting everyone's attention. Jax and the others come rushing out of the clubhouse as Gemma and I get out of the car.

"What the hell is going on?" Clay shouts at us from the clubhouse door as Jax rushes over to me.

Once he’s standing in front of me, his hand cups my cheek, wiping away a stray tear. I didn't even know I was crying. "Darlin', what's wrong?" he questions, with concern leaking into his words. His hand is still cupping my face, as the other rests on my waist. I rest my shaking hands on his chest.

"She's at the h-hospital. The ambulance t-took her, there was s-so much blood, I’m so s-sorry Jax." I stutter out, not even sure if I’m making sense. Normally, I'm a bad bitch, but this is an innocent baby. This has shaken me more than I would've expected. His confusion turned into a mixture of anger, sadness, and disbelief.

"My kid?" His voice is firm, but his eyes betray the fear he’s feeling.

"I don’t know Jax, they were taking her to St. Thomas. We can go right now and find out what's happening." I tell him I’m sure my facial expression and tone are telling him how sorry I am for not giving him the answers he needs.

Before I could even fully comprehend what was happening, Jax had dragged me to his bike, pulled me behind him, and sped out of the lot, taking us to the hospital. I squeeze his waist, trying to help calm him and reassure him I'm here and not going anywhere.

Jax barely pulls his bike into a spot before we jump off and rush through the doors of the hospital. Jax leading me, holding my hand. I gave his hand a small squeeze for support. "My ex-wife was brought in not that long ago. She’s pregnant with my son. Wendy Teller, tell me where they are." The woman at the desk appears frozen. Jax's voice is commanding, taking over the small area we’re in while I’m just standing here impatiently tapping my foot. Could this fake blond be any slower?

"I-I um s-she’s in labor a-and delivery, t-the 3rd floor." And honest to God, the bottle blond had barely finished stuttering out her answer before I was pulled to the elevator by Jax's, who still had his hand linked with mine. Waiting in this stupid metal box for the 45 seconds it takes to go up two floors feels like an eternity. Finding the desk in Labor and Delivery proves unproductive, as there are no medical personnel in sight.

By the time we find a nurse and she’s letting the doctor know we’re here, Gemma, Clay, Bobby, and Chibs have also turned up and are waiting behind us like some weird SOA entourage.

As we waited for the doctor to come down that hall, we’d moved to the chairs near the desk. Jax and I were next to each other. He was now playing with my finger as we waited. Gemma and Clay were opposite us, holding hands too, with Chibs and Bobby to our left.

Gemma had her purse on her lap and suddenly started digging through it. "I found these matches next to a bunch of her empty thumb bags. Hairy Dog." she explained, discreetly showing the guys.

"Shit," the guys agreed, "it's got to be the Nords doing it again." Clay theorized.

"Darby got out of Chino two weeks ago," Bobby told us grimly.

"Yeah, well, call that Nazi prick. Set a meeting." Clay said, glancing between Bobby and Chibs.

Just as the pair were about to take their leave, a man around Jax’s age came down the hall, and we glanced up at him as he stopped not far in front of us. "Mr. Teller?" He asked, eyeing the crowd wearily as Jax stood, pulling me with him.

"Yeah, that’s me." He said this as the rest stood up from their seats. Jax pulled me up to the doctor with him, his hand tightening around mine, nerves radiating from him.

"I’m Doctor Reynolds. I've been looking after your wife." He said, looking at Jax.

"I'm sorry, doc, but she's my ex, and what the hell happened?" Jax was glaring at this doctor so intensely that if looks could kill this dude, it would be six feet under.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Reynolds asked as he escorted us down the hall towards a room with a glass sliding door. I could see Wendy on the bed, and her belly was a hell of a lot smaller.

"Couple of weeks." Jax told him the regret of not trying harder to contact her was clear on his face.

"Her hands and feet were full of tracks. Toxicology reports aren't back yet, but it's most likely crank."

As he explained this, I couldn’t help but wonder about the baby. As if Jax was reading my mind, he asks "The baby?" as his head flicks to look at Wendy, also noticing the lack of a baby bump she now has.

"We had to do an emergency C-section. He's 10 weeks premature." Reynolds tells us.

"Holy shit." "Oh my god." Jax and I whisper almost simultaneously. He lets go of my hand to move that arm around my waist, pulling me into his side.

"C’mon doc, tell us how my grandson is." From behind us, Gemma makes a demand. Reynolds looks at her, then around at the rest of our group. His eyes finally landed back on us.

"Just tell me." Jax prompts.

"He's got a congenital heart defect... and gastroschisis—a tear in his abdomen. The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs. But the C.H.D. is probably-"

"The family flaw." Gemma interrupts Doctor Reynolds' explanation of that poor baby’s problems.

"Yes, it's genetic. Either one would be serious, but not life-threatening. However, the two of them together - Dr. Namid gives him a 20% chance... and... I'm afraid that's being optimistic." It's like the air was sucked out of the room. I look to my right, observing Wendy laying there with no idea of the pain she's causing right now. That poor innocent boy has barely been out in the world for an hour and already has such a slim chance of surviving.

My heart is aching for Jax and for his son, who may never experience life, but his loss would surely rock the worlds of so many. "Oh my god," Gemma's soft voice jolts me out of my reverie.

"She never wanted to talk to me. I didn't know." Jax explains, glancing between Gemma and the Doctor, his grip never letting up on my hip.

"Her O.B. said she missed her last three appointments. No one knew. Dr. Namid wants to fix his belly first. Then, if he stabilizes, he'll go in and try to repair the heart. I'm sorry, Mr. Teller. I can take you to see him now." Honestly, I didn't think Doctor Reynolds would be very smart because he was so young. When he finished his explanation, I realized he seemed to know what he was talking about, so I'm hoping that he can save that little boy from death.

"I’ll be assisting Doctor Namid on your son's case the entire time." As he’s telling Jax, he's trying to guide him down the hall to where I can only assume the baby is.

"His name is Abel." Jax blurts out, glancing at the doctor, then down at me. I smiled at him.

"It's a good name, Jax." My voice is soft until he pulls away from me. "Jax?" "Jackson!" Both Gemma and I called together.

"Stay here with my mom, go with the doc. I got something to do," he says, gazing at me over his shoulder before rushing down the hall.

"Watch his back." Clay instructs Chibs and Bobby, and they both rush to catch up with Jax, who is clearly a man on a mission. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid that takes him away from baby Abel.

"If you'll follow me, I can take you ladies to see Abel now." Both Gemma and I turn, following him down the hall through the double doors. When we reach the end, he points into a small room. "There he is. I know it looks scary, but talk to him. The ones that have a good family do a lot better than the ones who don't. I have to get back, but if you need anything, let a nurse know." He walks back the way we came, without even a glance back at us.

Gemma and I look through the window for a bit before a nurse comes along and practically pushes us inside the room. "You heard Doctor Reynolds. That boy is in desperate need of you ladies right now.He needs to know he has something he’s fighting for." The redhead nurse tells us before checking his vitals, updating his chart, and leaving us to it.

"Gem, he's so tiny." I whisper as I step up to the incubator, my fingers stroking the glass.

"I know, baby. But he's a Teller. You watch, he’ll be just fine." Standing next to me, she puts her hand on my shoulder as we watch his chest rise and fall with his tiny breaths, and I have to say, she sounds confident in what she’s telling me.

~ ~ ~

*Jax*

Leaving the hospital was the best thing I could do right now. I needed to find some way to make this right for my son, and let some of my anger out. Jumping on my bike and heading toward the Hairy Dog, I didn't even notice the guys following me until I was jumping off my bike and storming into the place once my anger had completely taken over.

Sauntering in and straight to the back where some of Darby’s guys are playing pool, I pick up a spare cue and hit the fucker over the head with it, then start beating with my fist, holding his collar to keep him in place with my other hand. "Sell crank to my pregnant ex-wife?" I ask through gritted teeth and start hitting him in the stomach with the cue stick.

I can hear Bobby and Chibs trying to hold off his friends behind me, but right now I don't care. Let them have a piece of my rage too. My kid is probably gonna die, so these bastards deserve everything I got. Eventually, the cue stick broke, so I started kicking him until Chibs came over and pulled me back, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I think you made your point. I think you made your point."

"Stupid peckerwood shithead!" I say, spitting on him. I walked away when what some would say was a genius plan hit me, and some would say it was monstrous. Turning back, I picked up the broken cue stick and stabbed him right in the balls. Hearing him howl in pain was satisfying to my rage, so I took my leave, hearing Bobby say, "Enjoy your lunch. Shish ka-balls are on me." Bringing a small smirk to my face for the first time since hearing about my son.

We leave the bar, and I feel a little bit better, telling Bobby I'm going to find Ope. That's exactly what I do. I need to catch up with my brother.As I approach the Winston residence. I notice Ope working on his bike in the driveway.

"Hey man, what's up?" He greets me with confusion written all over his face, as he wasn't expecting me, as I stepped up from the street to meet him.

"So much brother...my kid was born. Not only has he got the family flaw, his insides are upside down and all because she couldn't keep off the crank." Ope’s face drops.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Opie is an admirable father, and I can tell, noticing the pain flash across his face, that he's imagining one of his kids being in a bad spot.

"He’s 10 weeks early, doc gives him a 20 percent chance of surviving. This shit is fucked man." I can feel my anger bubbling back up, so I take some deep breaths, then tell him about what happened with the nords and then pull my bike up next to his. We spend hours just tinkering with them, occasionally talking, but mostly listening to the rock music Ope’s playing on the radio in the garage.

~ ~ ~

*Andrea*

It’s dark out now, and visiting hours at the hospital have ended, so Gemma dropped me back at the lot, telling me she was going to clean up at Jax’s. I couldn’t believe Jax never came back to the hospital; his son was dying and needed him now more than ever. I mean, he's been a father for less than a day; he can't start out by being a flake. This kid is going to need all the love he can get, especially from his father. I feel my anger growing just thinking about it, and when I see that blond shithead, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind. What's that saying, ‘speak of the devil, and he shall appear'? Well, apparently it works by thinking about bikers, because as soon as my thought is finished, I hear bikes coming into the lot.

While Waiting for Jax and Opie to make their way over to me, my anger rapidly grows stronger than before. I see the flash of recognition in Opie’s eyes, "That's all you brother." He tells Jax, making his way past me into the clubhouse with a smile and a wink.

"How could you?" My voice is louder than I expected, and the smirk that's on Jax's face is quickly replaced with shock.

"How could I what darlin’?"

"Not come back to the hospital, Jax; Abel needs you right now. Your mom and I sat in the NICU with him all day and you didn't bother to come back." Not responding, Jax grabbed my hand and led me to the picnic table outside the clubhouse. We both straddled the bench, facing each other. "He needs his dad. You can't give up on him, yet he's less than a day old. You gotta go visit him." I tell Jax as my voice cracks slightly.

"I can't do that, Andy." Jax replied, defeat clear in his tone.

"Why 'cause he’ll break your heart? Tough shit. He's your kid, and he needs you. It's called being a father." I didn’t enjoy being this harsh with him, but maybe reality slapping him in the face was what he needed.

"For how long? A day? A week?" He sounds truly heartbroken by his suspicions that Abel wouldn’t make it.

"The amount of time isn't important, Jax, but what is, is that one day, if Abel doesn't make it, you'll regret that you didn't spend every minute you could with him. If his whole life is 8 days or 80 years, you need to be there for as much as you can." I was going to let him mull over what I said.

Just as I’m about to unleash some wisdom on him, Jax pulls me away from the table and onto his bike, just like the first time we went to the hospital. "Where are we goin’?" I asked in confusion.

"To the hospital, I’ve got a little man to see." He truly seems to not realize it’s 12.30am.

"Visiting is over. We’ll need to wait until the morning." I said, waiting for him to respond. But he doesn't answer me, just sits on his bike and pulls me in behind him, and before I know it, we’re parking outside the hospital.

Sneaking into the NICU wasn't easy, but Jax and I had fun. Jax was pretending to be a ninja, encouraging me to do the same. Hiding around corners and sneaking through doors, pulling faces at each other and trying not to laugh too loudly and blow our cover, "What are we doing?" I whisper across to him as I grow anxious.

"C’mon darlin’ live a little with me. It's just a bit of fun." Jax sends me a wink, causing both of us to shake with silent laughter.

It turns out it was all worth the minor panic and elevated blood pressure because sitting in the rocking chair watching Jax stand next to his son, telling him stories about his family, all the crazy uncles he’s got and all but begging him to keep fighting is a memory I'm sure I'll cherish forever because even though it's a little sad, I'm witnessing the first time Jax is actually being a dad.

I wipe away a stray tear just in time for Jax to look over at me. "This is my kid, Andy." He says it completely in awe.

I nod. "He sure is."

"And I'm terrified. I have no clue how to raise him." Jax confided in me.

"But you have a village behind you to help, Jax." I told him truthfully, because that's something I had no doubt about.

"Even you?" He asks, sounding completely unsure of himself.

I stand up from the chair, making my way over to the boys. Pulling Jax into a hug, I assure him, "I’ll be first in line to help you, Jax."

"You might have to fight Gemma for that spot." He jokes, returning the hug.

I look up into his icy blue eyes and smile. "I’ll fight anyone for you guys." I told him. He smiles down at me and we spend another few hours watching this tiny, precious boy fight for his life.

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Hi! I'm loving your Shattered Mirrors au ❤ and I've been wondering, what is the reaction of the general population to LWJ making WWX a part of his household? Do they see it as a great love story, or is it considered inappropriate?

Madam Lan has all the social graces and etiquette of a high-born lady from a respectable family; she’s well-read, well-mannered and has refined taste—a far cry from her military-raised husband, who appears almost brutish in comparison, despite being part of the Imperial family. She bows deeply to Wei Wuxian when he arrives at the Jing Manor a month before his wedding and smiles with all the deference expected from a lower-ranking Imperial Wife.

He is quick to dismiss such formalities.

“I am no married yet, Jing-junwangfei,” he says with a wry smile. “Please, do not stand on ceremony with me.”

The smile she gives him in return is tentative, but she does not bow to him again. She turns to the servants and directs them to take his luggage into the guest wing, leaving her husband to show him the way. Lan Guoyan watches her go with a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips and a twinkle in his eye that warms Wei Wuxian’s heart.

“Jing-junwangfei is a lovely woman,” he says. “You’re very lucky.”

“I am,” Lan Guoyan agrees, extending a hand toward the guest wing and motioning for Wei Wuxian to walk ahead. “She’s everything I could have asked for in a wife and a partner. And she’s a wonderful mother to Jingyi.”

At the mention of Lan Jingyi, Wei Wuxian breaks out into a wide smile.

“Your son is very much like you,” he says. “Except, perhaps, without the incessant, deliberate rule-breaking.”

Lan Guoyan huffs, rapping his cane on the ground emphatically as he walks.

“His mother’s influence,” he says with a put-upon sigh. “And Ji-xiong‘s, I suspect. Jingyi worships the ground he walks on, won’t stop talking about him when he’s at home. It’s like I don’t exist!”

Wei Wuxian clasps his shoulder in a gesture of comfort, but his eyes are sparkling with mirth.

“It’s understandable,” he says with mock pity. “I completely sympathise with Jingyi on this one.”

He chuckles when Lan Guoyan shakes him off with a good-natured scowl. They’re rounding the corner to the south wing when he catches the eye of a few passing servants and smiles at them politely; they hurriedly lower their heads and bow deeply at the waist, their gazes darting amongst themselves and then back at him. He knows they’ve been gossiping about him, but after months living in Hanguang Manor where gossiping is forbidden and punishable by flogging, it unsettles him more than he would like to admit. Lan Guoyan notices as well.

“They know better than to gossip,” he mutters. “I’ll have them punished.”

“Yan-ge,” Wei Wuxian admonishes him gently. “It’s fine. Servants talk. It doesn’t bother me.”

Madam Lan is waiting for them in the guest chambers, supervising the servants setting up braziers around the room.

“No, not there,” she says, shooing one of them away from the window. “Put it by the end of the bed. Not too close to the curtains. Yes, right there.”

She hurries over when she notices their arrival, preparing to take Lan Guoyan’s arm and help him to a seat. He pats her hand and shakes his head.

“No, I’m not staying,” he says. “I’m leaving Xiao Wei in your capable hands, Furen. Please take care of him for me.”

She dips her knee briefly. “Go safely, Fujun.”

He claps Wei Wuxian on the shoulder one last time and leaves them both standing in the front room of the guest chambers. They look at each other for a long moment without speaking after the sound of his cane has faded from hearing; she diverts her gaze when she realises she is staring, her cheeks flushing a fetching shade of pink. Wei Wuxian smiles at her and bows.

“Pardon my intrusion into your home, Furen,” he says politely. “I know it must be a terrible imposition on your hospitality on such short notice. I am in your debt.”

“Oh, no, please,” she exclaims, hurriedly bowing in return. “It is my honour to welcome the future Hanguang-wangfei into my home. I only hope that you do not find our humble abode lacking.”

"Furen is too kind,” he replies. “Your husband is one of my dearest friends. I hope we too will come to treat each other as family.”

She lets him lead her to the table and watches as he pours them both a cup of tea, too surprised to even protest. It is only when he is sliding the full cup toward her that she shakes herself out of her reverie and accepts it with murmured thanks. Her lips part as she struggles to contain her curiosity; he raises his own cup to his lips and waits.

“You really are different to what they say about you,” she says finally, before ducking her head to avoid his gaze. “Forgive me, it was rude of me to mention it—”

“No, no, please do not apologise,” he says, setting down his tea. “I may not know the details of what they say about me, but I can chance a guess it is not all flattering.”

She shifts in her seat, not quite a squirm of embarrassment, but the press of her lips and the furrow in her brow gives her away. He feels a brief pang of pity for her. As a daughter of the veteran General Ouyang from Baling, she had grown up in a well-to-do family, likely sequestered away with her studies of the Four Art and the management of a household to have had much to do with courtesans, former or no, especially not those with as...complex a history as he. Still, she had grown up in a military family, had married a military man. He does not doubt her mental or emotional resilience in the slightest.

“They say you were a courtesan of the pleasure houses,” she says quietly, hesitantly, as though worried he would be angry. When he nods instead and appears unaffected, her voice grows more confident. “That you used some evil enchantment to lure Er-wangye to your bed, a-and witchcraft to take his heart.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. Yes, he’s heard those too.

“They do me too much credit,” he says, tracing the edge of his cup with a finger. “Even if I were able to do so, Lan Zhan is not the a man easily swayed by such tricks.”

She looks relieved.

“I told them it could not be true,” she says, clutching her own cup with both hands. “My husband has known Er-wangye since they were both children. He would know.”

He doesn’t need to ask who ‘they’ are to know that the gossip is more widespread than just this household. He may not have spent much time outside since moving into Hanguang Manor, but he has eyes and ears enough to know what the common folk are saying about him.

“Your husband is an honourable man,” he tells her. “He has always been a good friend to me, even in our misspent youth.”

A complicated expression comes over her face at the mention of Lan Guoyan. She opens her mouth and closes it again several times, struggling to put her thoughts into words. It is abundantly clear to Wei Wuxian that whatever it is weighs heavily on her mind, so he pours them both another cup of tea and waits patiently for her to speak. After a while, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

“My husband is in love with you,” she says, staring down at her cup. “He hasn’t said it aloud, but it isn’t hard to tell. He’s not very good at concealing his emotions.”

Wei Wuxian sighs, his heart heavy in his chest as he studies the pained expression on her face. He had truthfully not thought much of it before now, too caught up in the joy of seeing Lan Guoyan again, in knowing his opinion of him had not changed despite everything that has happened. And when he’d seen the way he’d looked at his wife, the thought there may be any residual affections on Lan Guoyan’s part had not even occurred to him.

“It was a very long time ago,” he tells her gently. “We were young then, two like-minded boys looking only for entertainment and companionship. We have never been any more than close friends in all the years we have known each other, Jing-junwangfei. I will swear it upon my life.”

He holds up three fingers by his ear and meets her red-rimmed eyes, steady and unwavering. She stares at him for a long moment, the knuckles of her fingers turning white around the teacup, her lips pressed together in a thin, trembling line. Then the conflicted expression on her face clears and she reaches into her sleeve for a handkerchief, dabbing at the corners of her eyes as she sniffles.

“Thank you,” she says, chuckling wetly. “I trust my husband, truly. But seeing you in person…I could not help—”

“I understand,” he assures her. He does. “And I thank you, Furen, for welcoming me into your home even so. You truly are a generous and virtuous woman. Yan-ge is very fortunate to have you by his side.”

She reaches across the table and covers his hand with her own in a gentle grip.

“We are family now, Wei-gongzi,” she tells him. “You should call me by my name, Shuzhen.”

He turns his hand over and returns her gesture, his heart so full he cannot contain the relieved smile that breaks over his face.

“Then you must call me by mine,” he says. “Wei Wuxian.”

Notes:

Ouyang Shuzhen (欧阳淑珍) is another OC. Daughter of canonical Sect leader Ouyang from Baling Ouyang Sect (now General Ouyang from Baling), who was mentioned briefly in #38. This makes her Ouyang Zizhen’s older sister :D

Her title is Jing-junwangfei (静郡王妃) - or Consort of Prince Jing

WWX’s title after marrying LWJ is 含光王妃 - Consort of Prince Hanguang.

Re: their title of “Prince”:

LWJ is a 王爷 (direct sibling relationship with the Emperor), and Lan Guoyan is a 郡王 (cousin to the Emperor)

王爷 > 郡王 in ranking, so WWX also outranks Ouyang Shuzhen after marriage

Master Post is here

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#mdzs #wangxian #shattered mirrors au #shattered mirrors fic #王爷机 X 花魁羡 #my writing #we meet Lan Guoyan's wife!#i love her #she and WWX become fast friends in his time at their residence #and she will appear more during the wedding ficlets #WWX deserves more friends #watch out Lan Guoyan you have competition #No Knives #hey nonny nonny #asks

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aricazorel · 3 years

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"How ticklish are you?" suggested by @ljandersen

pairing: Kaidan Alenko x Kori Reese (my OC); set during ME1; 2115 words

The Normandy was once again docked at a port for resupply. Only this time it wasn't some backwater planet. This time it was a popular tourist spot established by human private investors. With a limited Alliance presence, Avalon was the perfect haven for some less than reputable people. But at the moment it was a location for the SR1 crew’s shore leave.

Shore leave that Doctor Chakwas insisted the crew needed to take. A 24 hour layover at Avalon fit the bill with little to no argument from Shepard much to Kaidan’s surprise. Of course that left 24 hours of free time for the crew to get into mischief. He had a feeling Kori might be one of those who ended up on report if she wasn't properly entertained. But she wouldn't appreciate a keeper. Maybe she'd be okay with someone who was more than friends.

There wasn't exactly a label for what they were. Their relationship wasn't something they wanted to advertise. It wasn't even something that should have occurred. Fraternization regs. His own personal rules. Reese’s tendencies to be exceedingly private because of her past. All of that was supposed to work against them. Somehow it hadn't.

After something finagling the two lieutenants had managed to sneak off to enjoy a day of shore leave without any other crew members present. Applying his habit of being thorough in his duties to researching the Avalon colony, Kaidan had discovered a little used beach some ways from the spaceport. Convincing Reece to trust him, they rented a skycar and headed to the beach. Slightly cooler temperature wise than the more popular beaches near the spaceport, it reminded him of the ones he visited near Vancouver on Earth in his youth.

Of course the first thing Reese had commented on was the temperature. How much cooler it was then at the spaceport, and he knew she hated being cold. He grinned at her as he casually took off his blue Alliance hoodie.

“Want to borrow this?” He offered nonchalantly. He'd worn it over his T-shirt having been prepared for the temperature. He suggested she take one as well, but Reese did as she wanted.

The younger Lieutenant glared at him as she snatched the hoodie from his hand and put it on. “You did this on purpose.”

“Me?” He said innocently, pointing at himself. “I suggested that you should bring one.”

“You didn't tell me why,” she accused as she pulled the too-long sleeves of the borrowed hoodie up to her elbows.

“You're a smart person. I thought you could figure it out,” Kaidan replied with a smirk as he began walking down the beach away from the skycar.

“Ass,” Reese grumbled as he stopped to glance back at her

Extending a hand behind him he said, “Don't be that way, Kori. I thought this could be …something just for us.”

“Just for us?” She echoed as she walked up to him, staring at his offered hand.

“Well yeah,” Alenko replied shyly. “I mean with everything else we've …done, I thought some time together off the ship would be nice …kind of like a date.”

“A date?” She repeated uncertainly.

Kaden nodded. “Maybe we aren't there yet but –“

“We shagged like rabbits in the back of the Mako, Kaidan,” Reese pointed out smugly.

Alenko arched an eyebrow as a satisfied grin spread across his face. “We did, didn't we?”

“Really? You are going to be smug –“

She was cut off when he took her hand and pulled her to his side. “Can we please just take a walk along this beach which reminds me at home and pretend we …could be a normal couple?”

His whiskey-colored eyes pleaded with her to indulge him this one time. He was well aware Reese thought he was a romantic at heart, a sentiment shared by Ashley. He had already gone way over the line concerning keeping things strictly professional with Reese anyhow. Walking down a remote beach acting as if they weren't on a life-or-death mission for a few hours wouldn’t do much more damage if anyone found out. At least it was more explainable than the Mako.

“I --we can do that,” Reese agreed as she slowly slid an arm around his waist.

Kaidan grinned as he mimicked her action with his arm around her shoulders. They walked in silence for a few minutes, listening to the waves gently crash against the shore. The sun shone brightly overhead as a cloud or two moved in front of it occasionally. It was comforting to just spend time with someone he cared about without any expectations. It was nice to be somewhere that reminded him of home. It was just nice to be with Reese.

“This beach reminds you of home?” The younger tech’s voice called up to him. Alenko glanced down to see grey eyes looking back at him with a curious expression.

“Well yeah. Even the temperature. Vancouver is along the coast, remember? My parents have some land in the countryside,” he explained. “We used to go whenever we could, not just in the to swim. Sometimes just to take a walk.”

“A beach is supposed to be warm,” Reese insisted.

“And how would you know?”

“Just 'cause I was a colony kid doesn't mean I've never been to a beach,” she answered indignantly. “Moirae was like Georgia. One of the reasons my parents chose it for colonization and terraforming …Georgia has beaches too.”

“That doesn't mean you've been to a beach. That's just show that you know what one is,” Kaidan observed with a teasing grin.

“Alenko –“

He kissed her quickly. “I'm teasing, Kori.”

She huffed as she said, “My grandma used to talk take us swimming during the summer. Trying to help me feel normal while learning how to cope with my biotics.”

“That's cool,” Alenko commented, using 20th century slang that both annoyed and endeared him to her more.

“Actually it was hot,” Reese said with a wink.

Kaidan chuckled as he hugged her to his side. “And that is why you hate being cold and why you have a stash of blankets in your bunk I suppose.”

“Do not mock the stash of blankets,” Reese said seriously. “They have kept me from climbing into your bunk. You're warm.”

Alenko shook his head. “I should thank the blanket stash for keeping us out of trouble then. As nice as it might be to go to sleep with you in my arms. “

“Are you getting all mushy on me, Alenko?”

“Maybe just a little. No one else is around so …”

Reese shook her head as they continued to walk down the deserted beach. “I haven't walked a beach in quite a while.”

Kaidan grinned, glad that his idea had been a good one. “Did you ever just take walks along the beach on Moirae?”

The Lieutenant regretted the question as soon as the words left his mouth. He stopped in his tracks and looked at her. “Kori, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to –“

“You probably don't know but colony kids have dances in high school. Just like you Earthborn kids do,” Reese interjected, ignoring his attempt to apologize. She went on as she gazed out at the ocean. “Granted my high school wasn't that big but we managed to still have dances. Our junior prom was supposed to be on the beach. Everyone was excited. It was going to be my first formal. I even had a dress picked out. No date of course but a few of us girls were just gonna go together in a group.

Kaidan watched as she paused, a wistful look on her face. She rarely talked about Moirae. She was more apt to talk about her time in Georgia but to be truthful she didn't often talk about her past at all. He probably knew more than anyone else on the SR-1 but even that was a smattering of whatever she let slip when her guard was down.

“The short version is that it didn't happen, and I never got to attend a formal dance,” the tech concluded with a shrug of the shoulders.

She began to walk again but was stopped by Kaidan’s hand on her arm. “You don't have to act like it isn't a big deal.”

“But that's just it. Missing a prom isn't a big deal. It was just a stupid dance.”

“Maybe but it was more to you. It was something you were looking forward to, something I think you were actually excited about,” Kaidan said as he brought her back to him. “I know the destruction of your colony took away your family and your home, but it also took away experiences that you could have had. Things you should have had. You can't get the exact experience back but maybe when this mission is over we can try to make up for that in some small way.”

“You mean arrange for me to go to prom?”

“Well no, not exactly, but definitely something requiring formal attire. A dress.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Now you just want to see me in a dress.”

“I’ve seen you in less,” he pointed out as he placed his hands on her hips.

As he absentmindedly made lazy circles with his thumbs, she huffed. “So that is where your mind is, techboy.”

“I think I’m allowed,” he replied as he noticed her beginning to fidget. Frowning he asked, “Something wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

Not convinced he stopped his ministrations and watched her fidgeting cease. An idea began to form as a wicked grin spread across his face. He lightly caressed her hips again but this time working his way up the side of her ribcage. She wiggled and began giggling.

“Alenko! Stop!”

As she backed away, he stared at hie wide eyed. “Kori, how ticklish are you?”

“That is need to know information and you, Lt. Alenko, don’t need to know,” she replied holding her hands up in front of her as a makeshift barrier.

“Oh, but I think I do need to know, Lt. Reese,” he countered as he began walking towards her with purpose.

“Aw, hell no!” she yelled as she began running from him.

He laughed as the tech began sprinting back towards the skycar. He gave pursuit, sorely tempted to use his biotics to halt her retreat. But that would be cheating, and Reese would definitely not like that. In the end he settled for catching up with her and tackling her.

She let out a shriek as they fell unceremoniously to the sandy ground. Kaidan gave a roar of laughter as he declared, “Got ‘cha!”

With Reese already struggling to escape, he immediately began to tickle her again, determined to discover just how ticklish she was. Her laughter was music to his ears as they rolled along the beach. He’d only rarely heard her giggle let alone laugh as if nothing could stop her. As she twisted and turned underneath him, he discovered to his delight she was very ticklish nearly everywhere.

The wheels in Alenko’s head began turning as he stopped tickling her. That weakness was definitely something he could exploit later. Grey eyes looked at him as tears of laughter slide down her cheeks. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly.

As she hummed her contentment Kaidan murmured against her lips. “Take shore leave with me after this mission.”

Reese pulled back just a bit as she said, “You’re serious?”

Kaidan nodded even though he was surprised as she was that he had uttered the words to begin with. She blinked and cupped his cheek. “You’re serious enough about us you’d want to see more of me after this mission…oryou just want to tickle me some more?”

Alenko grinned. “Maybe it’s both. And maybe I can find more places where you are ticklish…Ones I need to remove certain articles of clothing to discover…”

“Are you coming onto me, Alenko?”

Kaidan smirked. “I thought I was already on you, Reese.”

The tech rolled her eyes as he leaned down and kissed her again. “Will you?”

Reese made an amused sound before asking, “If I say yes, are you going to stop kissing me?”

“No.”

“Then yes.”

Kaidan grinned as he kept his word and continued kissing the Lt. Happy to have something to look forward to and happy that thing involved Reese. Happy to know she looked forward to it as well. As the waves crashed around them, he was once again reminded of home and how Kori now felt like that to him. And that he would never regret it. Ever.

#trilogyappreciationweek #mass effect #kaidan alenko #kori reese #kaidan x female original character #broken road

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alj4890 · 6 years

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Chapter 47 Forget About It

The Royal Romance Fan Fiction (Liam x MC*Riley) (Maxwell x OC*Amanda) (Drake x Olivia) (Hana x Rashad)

These characters are from the amazing writers of Pixelberry's Choices stories: The Royal Romance and Red Carpet Diaries. The only character of my own is Duchess Amanda Bridgerton of House St Orella.

Masterlist for The Other Friend TRR

Chapter 47 summary: Olivia is confronted with her aunt and Justin again while in New York. Drake shares with Liam the situation with Olivia. Amanda has a surprise for her friends.

Chapter 47

Olivia had returned from one of the many tours Drake had dragged her on. She appreciated history as much as the next person, but did they really need to see everything in one day? He better be glad I actually want to be around him, she thought as she walked to her room. When she saw who was waiting at her door, she groaned.

"Why are you here?" Olivia demanded.

Lucretia snapped back, "You know very well why we are here! You have to marry."

Justin narrowed his eyes at Olivia. "I've noticed that no noble has stepped up to court you. I am your only option. You need to accept the inevitable."

Olivia shoved past them both and walked into her room. As she turned to slam her door, Justin caught it. He glared at her. "You will make the announcement when we return to Cordonia. Enjoy what time you have left with the commoner."

Olivia shouted a denial as she slammed the door on his face. She hated that man. She hated her aunt. The only family member she possessed and she hated her with a passion unlike any other. Olivia walked to her window and looked out at the New York skyline. Why were they pressuring her about this? Was there something in the contract she and Sir Francis missed?

She went to her suitcase and pulled out the paper. She sat at the desk and read through each paragraph and clause. There had to be a reason. Her eyes froze at paragraph five, clause two. Over half of the Lythikos fortune would go to the man she married, while a fourth would go to her aunt for having raised Olivia. They would get the majority of her fortune. It would bankrupt her duchy!

Olivia was shaking with fury. She would have to find someone to marry now who would not destroy her home or people. She refused to let it happen. She would have to forget waiting on something that could never be. Drake would have to understand. She did not really have a choice. Too many lives would be affected.

Olivia grimaced as she thought of some of the nobles and wealthy men she had met. Maybe she needed to extend her search. Her phone beeped with a group message from Amanda.

"Pack your bags! We are going to spend a few days in Hollywood😎 Thomas has invited us to the premiere of The Earl's Undoing. You are all my guests! Ahhhh!!! I'm so excited!!!"

Hmm. California did have quite a few men with fortunes. Maybe this could work to her favor. How was she going to tell Drake?

The man that was in her thoughts was hanging out with Liam. He had finally finished with some meetings and had a free moment. Riley, sensing they needed to talk, had gone to the hotel's spa to relax.

Liam poured some drinks and sat down across from Drake. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table and waited for him to speak. He could tell something serious was bothering him.

Drake sat there staring down at his glass. He took a deep breath, "Olivia has to marry a man with either a title or fortune."

"Most ladies of the court are required to do the same. Is there something else you're not telling me?"

Drake nodded. "She and I...we..."

Liam knew. He had suspected it for a while now. "So you need a title or a fortune?"

Drake ran an agitated hand through his hair. "Liam, you know I don't want either one! It is so incredibly asinine how you nobles think marriage should be! What the hell is wrong with dating and getting married the normal way?"

Liam sat there letting Drake rant and rave around the suite. He agreed with everything he said. It was a crazy system, yet it did have its uses. One had more than a heart to worry about when you were a noble. The land and people were under your care. You could not afford to make mistakes that would harm them.

Once Drake had sat back down, Liam spoke. "If you want to be with her, I can give you a title. Most of the court knows how you have helped me in the past. You even resuced me that time I got lost camping when we were children! You have deserved a title for a long time now. Your title might not be on the same level as Olivia's, but I can easily make you a viscount. The lands that---"

"No! No lands or fortune! I will take the title, but that is all. You don't owe me anything. I never expected it. Our friendship is enough."

Drake looked up at his best friend. "Thank you, though, for helping with this. It...means a lot."

Liam smiled. "So... Drake Walker, Viscount Westford. Not too bad. I will have everything finalized this evening."

Drake couldn't help but smile. Olivia would not have to worry anymore. He could not wait to tell her. Liam and Drake's phone beeped with Amanda's message. Drake decided that he would surprise Olivia in Hollywood with the news. Perhaps, he might even go ahead and propose. The Pacific Ocean would make a great backdrop for it.

Maxwell watched Amanda bounce around the room. She was so excited to see her story come to life. She finally jumped on the sofa next to him, trying to catch a deep breath. He watched her with a worried expression. She was not supposed to be doing anything strenous or stressful. Her lungs were not up to the task yet.

Maxwell watched her anxiously as she gasped. Her face was turning red. She reached for her inhaler and took a few puffs. She finally got her breathing calmed down and glanced at him. She saw that he looked anything but happy.

"I'm sorry. I promise not to do that again. Aren't you excited though? I can't wait to show you off in Hollywood!" She told him, hoping he would smile or anything that wasn't saddness.

Maxwell nodded. "Yeah. It's great."

With his tone, it was evident it was anything but great. She reached out for his hand. "Maxwell..."

He stood up and walked away from her. "I'm fine. I think I will go get cleaned up before we go down for dinner."

Amanda sat there disappointed. Why had she let herself get so worked up? Now he was worried and there was nothing she could do about it. She was anxious for their marriage to go back to how it was. He was living in constant fear. How was she going to fix this? She walked outside to the balcony and let her mind wander.

She stood there staring off into space, until Maxwell called her name. All of her unhappy expressions were captured by the man hiding on the roof of the building across the street.

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