#jade prescott au

[regalityandcoffee]

Anyway Jade au except what if Andrew and Jade were raised by Bret and Will

[anime-aus]

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

I made an au based off of Scream 1996 using Twisted Wonderland characters.

Casey Becker- Vil Schoenheit

Sidney Prescott- Jamil Viper

Tatum Riley- Floyd Leech

Stu Macher- Kalim Al-Asim

Billy Loomis- Azul Ashengrotto

Randy Meeks- Idia Shroud

Deputy Dewey- Jade Leech

Gale Weathers- Cater Diamond

Kenny- Trey Clover

I also wrote a oneshot for Vil based off of the movie’s opening:

[you-a-southpaw-doll]

Hey, y’all! Stories Update!!

Hey, y’all. So, I know I haven’t exactly been posting much on here lately. I’ve, in a way, taken a small break from writing my Negan/JDM stories for a bit. But, that doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped writing. In fact, it’s quite the opposite! I just wanted to let y’all know that I haven’t stopped writing. In fact, I’ve been working on stories with @mychemicalimagines and @supernaturalwritingbunker. I decided I would let you know what they were, in case y’all wanted to go check ‘em out! If you love my Negan writing, feel free to check out these other stories I’ve worked on/been working on! They’re listed in alphabetical order, based on the first name then by the first name of the fic, unless otherwise stated (i.e. the Jasper Hale “You’re My…” Series). Stories we haven’t posted yet don’t have links, but everything else does. I’m hoping that I’ll get some more inspiration to keep writing for Negan here soon. We’ll see! Stay safe. Stay negative of Corona. Have fun! And as always, feel free to reach out and talk. I’m here. I just might not always reply back right away. 

*For the stories listed below, I’ve separated based on which blog it’s from, and whether it’s a movie or show fic. Beyond that. I’ve separated them based on which show or movie it is, and if applicable, I’ve indicated if it’s a series or not. I’ve included the title of the story, what it’s status is (finished, in progress, or on hiatus), how many chapters there are, and the relationship pairings. If it’s on hiatus, the main reason for that, unless otherwise indicated, is that we just aren’t quite ready to finish that particular story. It’s like having a kid, watching it grow, and then them being all grown up. You wanna hold onto that innocence for as long as you can. XD Another reason that they might be on hiatus is we just haven’t had any mojo for writing it. Now, for the “in progress” stories, we are still writing those, but, some haven’t been updated in awhile because they aren’t getting enough love for us to want to continue. If you read one of them, and decide you love it, please leave feedback so we can continue it for you!

Taglist: @negans-network @prettyboynegan @mychemicalimagines @spnnnxangelsx @rockinkel21 @misskittycat02 @band--psycho@ofxallxwexlost @iron-halt @thamberlinawrites @ravenwings73 @lettherebepink @stoneyggirl @sebs-padawan @cladd716

Stories with @mychemicalimagines:

Movies:

American History X: Derek Vinyard 1. Changed Forever - One Shot - Derek Vinyard x Reader

American Pie: Chris “Oz” Ostreicher  1. Slice of Pie - In Progress - 5 of 8 Chapters - Chris “Oz” Ostreicher x OFC (Jacqueline Levenstein)

The Breakfast Club: Andrew Clark 1. Fighting Brought Me to You - On Hiatus - 2 of ? Chapters - Andrew Clark x OFC (Emily Marksman)

Final Destination: Ian McKinley 1. Are We Friends? Nope...More - One-Shot - Ian McKinley x Reader 2. Together, We Can Survive Anything - One-Shot - Ian McKinley x Reader 3. Together, We’ll Survive Anything (Part 2)  - One-Shot - Ian McKinley x Reader

Friday the 13th V: Roy:  1. Friday the 13th V: Roy’s P.O.V. 

Halloween:  Tommy Doyle Once A Month - One-Shot - Tommy Doyle x Reader

The Hangover: Phil Wenneck  1. Doctor’s Orders for a Hangover - Finished - 17 of 17 Chapters & 1 bonus photos post) - Phil Wenneck x OFC (Emily Billings)

Harry Potter: Harry Potter 1. Loving the Boy-Who-Lived - In Progress - ? of ? Chapters - Harry Potter x OFC (Kelsey Weasley)

House of Wax: Nick Jones 1. Protected by Love - Finished - 17 of 17 Chapters - Nick Jones x OFC (Melissa Felton)

IT: Ben Hanscom  1. Ageless Love - Finished - 12 of 12 Chapters - Ben Hanscom x OFC (Emily Tozier)

Reggie “Belch” Huggins 1. A Bets a Bet - One shot - Reggie “Belch” Higgins x Reader

Richie Tozier 1. Richie...Married? - One Shot - Adult!Richie Tozier x Reader 2. Can’t Take My Eyes Off You - One Shot - Teenage!Richie Tozier x Reader

Stanley Uris 1. Best Friend...Forever - One Shot - Young!Stanley Uris x Reader 2. Shower Caps - One Shot - Young!Stanley Uris x Reader 3. Our Fights Don’t Last Long - One Shot - Young!Stanley Uris x Reader

IT: Chapter Two: Ben Hanscom 1. Forever Love - In Progress - 3 of ? Chapters - Ben Hanscom x OFC (Emily Tozier)

Jumanji: Anthony “Fridge” Johnson 1. Welcome to the Jungle - In Progress - 2 of ? Chapters - Anthony “Fridge” Johnson x OFC (Emily Gilpin)

Pirates of the Caribbean: Will Turner Pillaged Love - In Progress - 2 of ? Chapters - Will Turner x OFC (Emily Swann)

Scream: Billy Loomis 1. All Just a Scary Movie - Finished - 5 of 5 Chapters - Billy Loomis x OFC (Lindsey Prescott)

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Punished by the Big O - One Shot - Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher (Contains Smut)

Twilight: Carlisle Cullen 1. Love As Old As Time - In Progress - ? of ? Chapters - Carlisle Cullen x OFC (Elizabeth Clarke)

Edward Cullen  1. Lost In Silence - In Progress - 1 of ? Chapters - Edward Cullen x OFC (Gabriella Swan)

Embry Call 1. Everything Changed - On Hiatus - 5 of ? Chapters - Embry Call x OFC (Hayley Uley) 2. Holly or Jolly? - Christmas Drabble - One-Shot - Embry Call x Reader 

Emmett Cullen 1. Girl Almighty - On Hiatus - 3 of ? Chapters - Emmett Cullen x OFC (Jade Stanley)

Jasper Hale: 1. She’s The Original - One-Shot - Jasper Hale x Reader 2. You’re My...Series (In Order) (MOST POPULAR) 2a. You’re My Monster - Finished - 8 of 8 Chapters - Jasper Hale x OFC (Alexia Swan) & Alice Cullen x Kevin Hale (OMC)  2b. You’re My Love - Finished - 7 of 7 Chapters - Jasper Hale x OFC (Alexia Swan) & Alice Cullen x Kevin Hale (OMC) 2c. You’re My Major - Finished - 6 of 6 Chapters - Jasper Hale x OFC (Alexia Swan) & Alice Cullen x Kevin Hale (OMC) 2d. You’re My Forever - Finished - 11 of 11 Chapters - Jasper Hale x OFC (Alexia Swan) & Alice Cullen x Kevin Hale (OMC)

Paul Lahote Imprinting Changes a Man - On Hiatus - 6 of ? Chapters - Paul Lahote x OFC (Melissa Black)

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T.V. Shows:

Criminal Minds Derek Morgan 1. Stealing Hearts - In Progress - 3 of ? Chapters - Derek Morgan x OFC (Dr. Lily Sanderson)

Spencer Reid 1. Eggnog - Christmas Drabble - One-Shot - Spencer Reid x Reader

FRIENDS  Chandler Bing  1. Coal - Christmas Drabble - One-Shot - Chandler Bing x Reader

NCIS Tony DiNozzo  1. Scared, But Safe - One-Shot - Tony DiNozzo x Reader

The Office: Jim Halpert 1. Happens Like That - On Hiatus - 9 of ? Chapters - Jim Halpert x OFC (Melissa Ford)

Sons of Anarchy Jax Teller 1. Patched...But Not Broken - Finished - 5 of 5 Chapters - Jax Teller x OFC (Melissa Winston)

The Walking Dead: Negan “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” - One-Shot - Modern Santa!Negan AU - Negan x Reader (I know this is already in my masterlist, but it is a story I worked on with @mychemicalimagines, so I felt it only right to include it here!)

Rick Grimes 1. Always My World- In Progress - 7 of ? Chapter - Rick Grimes x OFC (Emily Walsh) 2. I Found You - One-Shot - RickGrimes x Daughter!Reader (non-romantic, paternal relationship ONLY)

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Celebs: 

Jeffrey Dean Morgan: 1. Baby Negan In The Making - One-Shot - Jeffrey Dean Morgan x OFC (Unnamed wife) 

Johnny Knoxville  1. In Sickness and In Health  - One-Shot - Johnny Knoxville x Reader

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Stories with @supernaturalwritingbunker:

T.V. Shows:

Supernatural Dean Winchester 1. Apple Pie Life - One-Shot - Dean Winchester x Reader 2. Dinner Date with the Winchesters - One-Shot - Dean Winchester x Reader 3. Self-Esteem - One-Shot - Dean Winchester x Reader  4. Published Before Editing - In Hiatus - 1 of ? Chapters - Dean Winchester x OFC (Emily Morgan) 5. Can’t Stop Loving You - ? of ? Chapters - Dean Winchester x OFC (Michaela “Mickey” Storm)

Sam Winchester 1. Take Back Home Girl - One-Shot - Sam Winchester x Reader 2. Repeated Words - One-Shot - Sam Winchester x Reader

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Celebs:

Jensen Ackles 1. Social Media Love - Social Media!AU - 1 of 1 Chapters (18 Photos) - Jensen Ackles x OFC (Hazel Armstrong)

[mjfass]

Thank you for the positive feed back!! You're so nice!

More Jade Prescott stuff:

- lacey Evans, after Mia, is the first to show her around because in this au Lacey Evans is a face basically shes like Charlotte from the princess and the frog but with a military background. She's nice until you're mean to her or her friends. It never made sense to me to have lacey as a heel when she couldve been a kind but badass southern belle

-Jade's entrance theme is "Miss Murder" by AFI!

- Jade usualy does her own hair and make up because being worked on makes her uncomfortable. The techs are always nice to her she just has sensory problems!

- she also packs lunch and usually eats in her car cause catering is too loud and crowded for her

- works out with Mia and Keith

- because she used to be friends with Shayna, through her she also was loosely acquainted with Kyle, Bobby and Adam which is why they know to leave her alone

- finisher: I haven't decided yet! She usually wins by submission, her signature could be a variation of a Boston Crab?

- no literally the only people she can talk to is Mia, Keith (Mia and Keith are dating in the au too!), Mr.Regal, and Lacey. She's scared everyone thinks she's a bitch cause she's too nervous to talk to anyone. She comes off standoffish and aloof because she's bad at registering quick jokes and rarely does promos. She's all action and very little talk if she can help it

- She also has a weird mutual respect thing going with Aleister Black and tries to help Candice with her fued with Io and dealing with Johnny's decent into madness (she's gone by the time Candice herself turns heel herslef though)

-She even gets to be in one of the rumbles! Idk how long she'd last or who'd she eliminate yet though

- oh, about the ladder match? She wins by grabbing the belt just before shayna pushes the ladder and she falls onto the announce table. It's dead silent because noone knows if she's alright until she crawls out of the debris with the belt and then the arena EXPLODES. Shayna gives her a nod and a fistbump after she's strapped to a stretcher, still holding the belt, which kind of ends their fued and confirms she respects her again, which leads to Shaynas RAW debut and Jessymn and Marina entering the women's tag team divison and being successful BECAUSE THEY DESERVED MORE DARN IT

Rhea later beats Jade clean for the championship which leads to Jade's send off and her going to either ROH or AEW!

Miss Murder would be such a perfect theme song, I love that song so much. I love the details of her down her own makeup and hair and also packing her own lunch, it’s so cool you have thought about those small but significant things. Also, the ladder match sounds interesting 👀. I think in my AU universe where Lexie Engel is a wrestler, she and Jade would be friends. 🤍

[gunmetalarchived]

( v: the old guard ) Most likely to involve: ???​ Relevant to: the old guard, immortality au, period aus

Alex Moran has lived too long. She was born to parents she can’t remember, faces of those who she has loved and lost are long forgotten. She has been alone for longer than she would care to count, and has seen her home shift with the sands of time. Notable lives are below:

875 Born Æsa Tómasdottir, she was raised in viking occupied East Anglia, near the border with Mercia (what would now be known as Suffolk). Aesa was a wild child, born to a dane father and a christian mother. She was one of five children, in her small village that swung both ways in Alfreds war. She dreamed of being a Drengr, a warrior to set battlefields alight. Her first death was brutal. She took an axe to the back whilst out with her younger brother. She awoke to find him slaughtered, and barely had time to comprehend what had happened. She must have been lucky, her spine was fine and she could breathe so she fled back to the village. And she died again. Her throat slit by pillagers, it took longer this time. When Alex awoke, she was in the burning remains of her home. Her family were in pieces around her, a frightened teen who had nothing left.

1016 Still Æsa, she led a fleet of Dane mercenaries at the Battle of Ashingdon (Assandun) to have the first Viking king of England, Cnut. But people were starting to notice, she didn’t age. She didn’t die. After the battle, Æsa vanished from history.

1192 Reports start to surface again of an Alexander Ó Móráin who fought with Richard the Lionheart in the Crusades. Fearsome, violent and mythically fast.

1415 Agincourt was brutal, and thrilling. The descendant of the Ó Móráin line seems to have been amongst the fighters, an incredible archer with a dead shot.

1666-1667 London was plagued by the black death, and she had the misfortune of being caught out. She wasn’t sick, she had been caught in a fight and left for dead. Usually not an issue, if good samaritans had not tried to save her by getting her to a doctor. Alex Moran met Samuel Prescott the moment she started breathing again, waking up with a start to see him covered in her blood. He was the first friend to understand, the first blue eyes she had seen in her dreams decades before. She had ignored any connection she previously felt- and yet destiny had brought them together.

1680-1720 Moran was a name to strike fear into the men of the East India Trading Company, the ghost of the Eastern seas that would lay waste to entire crews of trading ships. No one lived to describe the man, only the destruction and mutiny in his wake.

Dipping in and out of history, in the unwritten lines between pages. Where other may have used their gifts for purpose, Alex Moran used her immortality for adventure. She has grown tired of life at times, finding new thrill in the heat of battles between centuries. She haas become a selfish creature, jaded and merciless at times. It is hard to the the beauty in a mortal life when they are fickle and kill each other endlessly. Even harder, watching the life of new immortals shift and change as they loose what little humanity they had. She prefers to keep to herself, not seeking out newcomers and retreating every eighty years or so back to the only place that is a constant source of comfort- the ocean. Governments and empires might rise and fall, but she will always have the sea.

[writemeaboi]

Heyya! Here's an update :P Thanks for reading and have a lovely day!

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Life Is Strange (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Maxine "Max" Caulfield/Chloe Price, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Rachel Amber/Chloe Price Characters: Maxine "Max" Caulfield, Mark Jefferson, Kate Marsh, Victoria Chase (Life is Strange), Chloe Price (Life Is Strange), Nathan Prescott, David Madsen, Ray Wells, Dana Ward (Life Is Strange), Juliet Watson, Warren Graham, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Frank Bowers, Rodney "Thunder" Sears, Liam Caves (OC), Keith Jade (OC) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Werewolves, Vampires, Demons, oh my, Major Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s) Series: Part 1 of LIS Supernatural Creatures AU Summary:

After moving to Seattle, Max's parents take her camping to cheer her up only for everything to get worse.

Max gets bit by a werewolf and her parents shut her away from the world afraid of what Max will do and what others will think. Cue the five years of ghosting Chloe.

But now Max is back in Arcadia Bay attending Blackwell and hoping to get a second chance with Chloe. Which she gets while helping Chloe hunt down Rachel Amber, making deals with vampires, and being assigned pack leader to the wolves who live in Arcadia Bay.

And honestly, Max couldn't have it any other way.

[astronomyparkers]

The Princes and The Pauper

Warnings: Drug mention (very brief)

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader x Harrison Osterfield

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Here it is guys!  The au everyone has been asking for since last summer!  I roughly outlined the plot of this in a long post of text screenshots, but here is the full, finished first part!  This series will become very NSFW as time goes on, and because of that, I think I may do a bit of a different posting schedule?  The way i see it in my mind right now (which could very easily change because I am a deeply indecisive person) is that after the first few chapters, this au will mostly just become smut, without much driving plot.  I know not all of you want just smut, and would like to see some actual developing plot and characters, so what I may do is have two stories going at once, and swap on updating them?  That way, those who want smut will get smut, and those who want plot will get plot.  The only problem with this is that we all know I’m not the most reliable for updating?  So I’m not quite sure how that’ll work out. But!! That’s further down the road! For now, here is the first part! I really hope you like it, and let me know what you think!

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You weren’t exactly sure what the proper thing to be running through your mind as you raced down the steps of The Metropolitan Museum of Art should be.  It’s not like there was ever a time where you thought that the situation would come up.  And even if there was, you certainly didn’t expect to be in a long gown like some kind of modern Cinderella, chest heaving as you raced to escape the three security guards following behind you.

Maybe you should’ve been thinking about what exactly had led you to crash the gala, attended by New York’s wealthiest.  Maybe you should’ve been thinking about how you knew better than to listen to Jade’s crazy plan.  At the very least, you should’ve been thinking about your phone number, hastily scribbled on the hand of one of the very men standing on the steps above you, watching as security chased you down the famous stone steps.

Instead, as you dove head first into the waiting taxi cab, barely inside before Jade and Penelope yelled at the driver to step on it, the door not yet shut behind you, all you could think was,

Next time I have to run away from security, I should wear block heels instead of stilettos.

It had been Jade’s idea in the first place, which should have been your first clue that it was nothing but trouble.  Yes, your friend was brilliant, ambitious, and cunning, but whenever you got involved in a plan of hers, it usually ended with something unpleasant.  Like when she had convinced you and Penelope to go to a “group study session” at a frat house the night before your psychology final. Or when she had said “Really, Y/N, drinking raw egg, Worcestershire sauce, and hot sauce together will totally cure your hangover!” the morning of your psychology final.  You loved Jade dearly, but most of her plans brought you way out of your comfort zone.

Like this one was about to.  Even before she had explained it, you could sense that it wasn’t going to be completely enjoyable.  The mischievous shine in her eyes was never a good sign, especially when you noticed it in the middle of Central Park.

“So I know we had planned to go to the Empire State Building tonight,” Jade began, pausing to sip her ridiculously expensive coffee as she spoke. “But I have a different idea.”

“What?  But it’s supposed to be really clear tonight!  We could see so many stars and—”

“We can still see stars.” Jade interrupted your response. “Just…not the kind you’re probably imagining.”

“What do you have in mind?” Penelope asked in a curious voice.

“Well…” Jade dragged out the word, a smirk coming over her features. “When you two were standing in line for coffee, I overheard an interesting conversation about a gala being held tonight, at the MET.”

You felt your stomach drop. “Jade.  Please tell me this isn’t going where I think it’s going.”

“Aw, come on, Y/N! It would be fun!”

“How is getting arrested in New York fun?” You asked incredulously. “Look at me!  I wouldn’t survive in jail!”

Jade rolled her eyes. “Okay, first, you’d just need to find the scariest inmate and become their prison bitch.  Second—”

“That sounds terrifying!”

“We wouldn’t get caught!  And even if we did, they wouldn’t throw us in jail.  Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Jade, you’re like, the queen of dramatics.” Penelope said, amusement in her voice. “Have you met you?”

“Nevertheless,” Jade shrugged and paused her walking, leaning against a metal fence. “I still think we should try to go.  We brought formal wear, right?  We might as well use it!”

“You know this could end horribly, right?” You fiddled with the coffee cup in your hands. “Like, really horribly?”

“Look, it’ll be a fun night!  And, worst case scenario, we end up in a McDonald’s at midnight, slightly overdressed, with a really fun story to tell.”

“Jade—”

“Y/N.” She mimicked your voice as she pouted out her bottom lip and gave you puppy dog eyes. “Please?  It’ll be so much fun!  And, if it does end badly—which it won’t—I give you full permission to say ‘I told you so’ as much as you like.”

Biting your lip, you glanced between your friends. “Penelope?”

“I don’t know…” Penelope shrugged, a small grin coming over her face. “It does seem like it could be fun…”

“See?  Even Penelope wants to go!” Jade finished her drink with a satisfied smile. “That’s a majority vote.  We’re going.”

“Fine!” You exclaimed, rubbing a tired hand over your cheek. “Fine.  We’ll go.  But you’re the one who has to call my mother and tell her what happened when we need bail money.”

Jade tossed her coffee cup in the garbage and linked her arms with yours and Penelope’s as the three of you resumed walking.

“Tonight is going to be life-changing.  Just you wait.”

 The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blur of hairspray, walk-in waxing appointments, and last minute trips to the closest drug store to pick up lipstick after Penelope accidentally dropped her favourite shade of pink in the hotel toilet. Despite your reluctance at trespassing at a gala at the MET, attended by New York’s wealthiest, you had to admit: it was fun to have somewhere to go that allowed you to wear sparkly, strappy heels and a beautifully beaded crimson dress.  It was something you had purchased for a cousin’s black tie wedding the previous fall, only for the wedding to be called off.  While the wedding was cancelled before a refund on the venue was too late, the same couldn’t be said for the formal gown you were left with.  You had thought you would never have anywhere to wear it again, and you would almost be thankful for this night if it didn’t make your palms sweat with anxiety.

In the back of the taxi on the way to the MET, your friends could tell you were nervous.  You kept adjusting your choker, fiddling with your hair, and tugging at the sleeves of your dress like you usually did with sweaters in the winter.  Jade took your hand and gave you a calm smile.

“Y/N. Breathe.  Remember, nothing bad will happen.  We’ll get in, hang around for a few hours, and then get out.  It’s just a museum visit.”

“Right.  Just a museum visit.” You said, taking a deep breath as you twisted the silver ring on your finger. “Just a museum visit to one of the most famous museums in the country, filled with priceless works of art, surrounded by rich socialites and tons of security.  Just a museum visit.”

Penelope rolled her eyes as she smoothed her flowered skirt. “Just keep your mouth shut and smile, okay?  You’re a horrible liar.  Let Jade and I do the talking.”

You swallowed hard and nodded as the cab pulled up down the street from the MET.  Penelope climbed out first, grabbing your hand and tugging you out as Jade pushed you from behind.  You stumbled onto the sidewalk with less grace than you would have liked.

Jade laughed a bit and shook her head as she paid the cabbie while Penelope held your shoulders to help you balance.

“Remember. Mouth shut, Y/N.” She said, fixing a strand of your hair.

You nodded again and followed her and Jade up the famous stone steps.

There was a long line of people waiting to go in, people with old money, new money, and everything in between.  You took a deep breath and gripped your small beaded clutch tight to try and calm your shaking hands.

The line moved quickly, and the closer to the door you got, the more afraid you were.  There was a security guard there taking tickets and checking bags of the partygoers, and you just knew that you were going to get caught.

“Jade—”

“Calm down.” Jade squeezed your arm reassuringly. “There’s a huge group of socialites in front of us.  We’ll sneak in with them.”

However, it seemed the group of socialites had other plans.  When their bags were searched by the guard, you could see he had found something unsatisfactory.

“Mr. Prescott, you know substances like this aren’t allowed in—”

“Aw, come on.” The young man he addressed flashed an artificially whitened smile and pulled out his wallet. “What will it take to make it allowed, sir?  My father would be happy to make a donation to any…cause of your choosing.”

You looked at Penelope and Jade with wide eyes, trying to signal that it was time to go.  Your friends, on the other hand, seemed to pick up a different sign.

With their heads held high, they subtly grabbed both of your arms and marched you behind the security guard, who had become distracted by the bribe he was receiving. Before you knew it, you were inside the MET.

You kept walking as fast as you could without seeming suspicious, the click of your high heels abnormally loud in the vast hall.  The three of you didn’t stop walking until you were camouflaged among the crowds of society’s finest, hidden in plain sight.

“Oh my God.” A smile spread over Jade’s face. “We actually did it.”

“Why do you look so shocked?  Didn’t you believe we could?” You asked as you eyed the crowd around you.

“Yeah, of course! Like, I believed we had a solid eighty-three percent chance to—”

“Eighty-three?” You raised your eyebrows incredulously. “You banked our freedom on eighty-three percent?”

“Hey, that’s an A- grade.” Penelope laughed as she grabbed three flutes of champagne from a passing waiter. “Thank you.”

You accepted the glass from your friend, sipping it to try to calm your nerves.  You had never been one for champagne, but seeing as how one glass of the liquid being served probably cost more than your university tuition, you thought it couldn’t hurt to enjoy.

“So, Jade…” You rubbed the corner of your mouth to make sure no lipstick smeared. “What now?”

“Now?” Jade glanced around the room. “We walk around.  Make some small talk.  Enjoy the art.  Let’s say we meet back here in around two hours?”

Your brow furrowed. “Actually, I think sticking together would be—”

“Come on, Y/N, live a little.” Penelope rolled her eyes and delicately lifted her skirt. “I’m going to head to the west wing.  Jade, you were saying you wanted to go to—”

“The east wing. For the Renaissance exhibit.”

You exhaled heavily. “Okay.  Fine. I’ll look around here a bit.  But in two hours, we meet back here.  And don’t be late!”

Jade grinned. “Oh, never.  Cross my heart.”

“Hope to die.” Penelope’s smile matched Jade’s as the two of them said their goodbyes and went off in different directions, disappearing into the crowd.

“Alright then.” You muttered to yourself, sipping your champagne liberally. “Guess it’s just me.”

 You wandered among the people, keeping to yourself as you looked at the exhibits.  As nervous as you were, you soon became entranced by the art around you.  Paintings you had only read about in books were displayed on the walls, and statues you had seen in countless films were close enough to touch.  Of course, no matter how much the marble beckoned you, you didn’t dare reach out a hand.  The last thing you needed was a reprimand from security, especially since you weren’t rich enough to pay them off.

Of course, being alone didn’t help you blend in.  Nearly everyone else attending was in a group of four or more, whispering among themselves as they milled about the museum halls.  Only one group of two stood out from the crowd as they conferred quietly in the corner, drinking champagne and glancing at the crowd with bored eyes.

They were two young men who looked close to your age, but that was where the similarities between you three stopped.  It was obvious from the way they carried themselves to the quality of their suits that was noticeable from across the room that they had been born into this life of privilege.  There was an air around them that even the other socialites in the room seemed drawn to; you could see multiple people making eyes at them.  And you had to admit, you could see why.  Maybe it was the champagne you had drank, or the aura of wealth in the room, but they had to be two of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life.

As soon as the thought crossed your mind, the one with longer hair looked directly at you, making eye contact that froze you in your spot.  Knowing you had been caught staring, you felt heat rush to your cheeks. It seemed the man could feel it as well; a smirk began playing on his lips as he winked at you.

Flushing more, you quickly turned away and tried to busy yourself with staring at the art. Your hands nervously clutched at your empty champagne glass as you focused on admiring the marble statue that was in front of you.  You did your best to block out everyone else in the room as you took deep breaths to calm yourself, but heat continued to crawl up your neck.  Your heart was pounding so loud that you could hear it in your ears.  And it was pounding loud enough to drown out the footsteps approaching you, so the smooth, accented voice took you by surprise when it appeared in your ear.

“It’s called Venus Italica, by Antonio Canova.” The man said, his breath hot on your neck.

You cleared your throat and tried to steady your voice. “E-excuse me?”

“The statue.  Venus Italica.” The man moved to stand more directly beside you, and you turned more towards him without thinking about it.

Now that he was closer, you could really take him in.  His hair seemed to have a soft curl to it, but it was styled slightly up and back, so you couldn’t be sure.  His skin looked porcelain smooth, his teeth blindingly white, his lips a flushed red. His eyes were brown, and when you met them it was hard to look away; they were like a hearth, warm and inviting.

Your own eyes blinked as you tried to focus your words. “I—yeah.  Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

The man nodded. “Is this your first time seeing it in person?”

You nodded, turning your gaze back to the statue.

“It was commissioned by King Ludovico in 1804, after the French had taken a statue of Venus from Florence to the Musée Napoleon.” His voice was soft as he spoke in a British lilt. “It was completed in the 1820s.”

You nodded again, unsure of what else to say. “That’s…interesting.”

The man mimicked your head movement, his gaze focusing back on you. “I haven’t seen you at one of these before.  I’m Tom Holland.”

The way he said his name made it seem like he expected you to recognize it.

“Right, right.” You faked a smile and clutched your empty glass tighter.

“…From Holland Enterprises.  My father Dominic owns the company?” Tom continued, confusion tinting his eyes. “And you are?”

“Oh, um…Y/N. Y/L/N.” You said cautiously. “Nice to…meet you.”

Tom’s eyes drifted to your hands and the glass flute. “Oh, you’re empty!  Allow me to refill you, I’ll just—”

“I’ve got it.” Another accented voice appeared from behind you, and when you turned around, you were greeted with the sight of the other man who had been standing next to Tom. In his hands he clutched two full champagne glasses, one of which he extended to you. “Here you are, love. Let me take that.”

You accepted the new champagne flute as the new man swiftly took the empty glass from you and placed it on the tray of a passing waiter.

“Um, thank you.”

“Not a problem.” He smiled at you, blue eyes shining with mirth. “Harrison Osterfield, of Osterfield Inc.”

“Which your dad owns, right?” You guessed, running a finger around the rim of your glass.

Harrison nodded as he sipped his champagne. “And your name, love?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Tom answered for you, stepping around so he could stand next to Harrison in your line of vision.

Harrison repeated your last name to himself. “Huh.  I’ve never heard that name before.  What does your family do?”

“Well, my dad works in…real estate.” You answered slowly. “And my mom is, um, a lawyer.”

What you said wasn’t a lie.  In fact, it was the truth.  Your dad was a real estate agent, and your mother was a lawyer.  Of course, your father wasn’t making multimillion dollar deals for houses, and your mother worked at a small legal firm and did a lot of pro bono work.  Neither one of those jobs made enough money to even be in the same category as Tom and Harrison.  But you didn’t feel the need to correct the assumptions they were clearly making as they eyed you up and down.

“You’re new money, then?” Harrison asked, slipping his hand into his suit pocket.  The gesture made the perfectly tailored sleeve bunch up slightly, and you could see the platinum Rolex adorning his wrist.

You blinked quickly. “Uh—”

“And here by yourself?” Tom questioned, stepping the slightest bit closer to you. “Or are your parents with you?  I’d love to meet them, maybe introduce myself?”

“I would, as well.” Harrison echoed the sentiment. “My father works with a lot of real estate companies; I’m sure he’d be interested in meeting with your father.  And we could see a bit more of each other if—”

“They’re not here.” You said quickly as your palms started to sweat again. “They had, um, an emergency with our…summer house.  A pipe burst, and they had to…go take care of it.”

Okay, now you were lying.  Plainly, blatantly lying.  And you were certain you weren’t doing it well.  Nevertheless, Harrison and Tom seemed to believe it.  Perhaps it was because you looked the part, or because they didn’t think anyone with your social status would be able to make it into the gala, or because they just wanted what you were saying to be true. Either way, each boy continued to show interest in your conversation.

Tom and Harrison each placed a hand on the small of your back and began leading you through the exhibit, pointing out different statues and works of art and giving you a brief history.

“How do you know so much about all of this?” You asked as you sipped your champagne.

“Art History at the Mountbatten Academy for Boys.” Tom said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “That’s where Harrison and I met.  We were roommates from Year Nine to Year Thirteen.”

“The Mountbatten—what?”

“It’s a private school in England.” Harrison explained, his thumb just barely rubbing your back. “The finest in the country.”

“And so it should be, considering what our fathers paid for it.” Tom laughed a bit, finishing of his champagne and grabbing a fresh glass before he had finished swallowing.

“Where did you go to school?” Harrison asked curiously. “Did you stay in the country? Or go abroad?”

“I—in the country.” You finished your champagne as well, quickly grabbing a new glass. “An, um, all-girls school in…New Hampshire.”

Harrison frowned. “I didn’t know there was an all-girls school in—”

“So what brings you two to New York?  If you’re from England?” You asked quickly, eager to change the subject.

“New York brought us to New York.” Tom smiled easily, half charming and half cocky. “Why wouldn’t we want to come here?  We have a penthouse here for a reason.”

“You’ll have to see it sometime.” Harrison nodded in affirmation of Tom’s statement. “We have houses in London, Milan, Greece…but our New York penthouse is my favourite.”

“And, tragically, the one we spend the least amount of time in.” Tom sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “But, c’est la vie.  Whenever business brings us to New York, it’s never for more than a few days.”

“Tragic.” You echoed quietly, fixing your gaze on a Monet painting as you passed by.

It occurred to you that Tom and Harrison were the very definition of arrogant.  Whenever they finished a glass of champagne, they snapped their fingers and a new one appeared.  They walked through the crowds like the expected them to part because they wanted them to.  And they did. Their suits were designer, their shoes were designer, and you suspected their entire lives were just that. Designer.

They talked about how they went to Cambridge University and how they both worked for their fathers now.  But, from the stories they told you about the work they did, it was clear that not much actual work was done.  Harrison and Tom’s fathers were business partners, but it seemed what Harrison and Tom mostly did was—

“Networking.” Tom said in response to your question about their work.

“Which is a fancy word for partying.” Harrison grabbed two new glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and tossed a fifty dollar bill on his tray. “Cheers, mate.”

“So what does networking entail?” You asked as Harrison passed you your fourth drink of the night.

“Well,” Tom ran a hand through his slicked back hair. “All sorts of things.  Attending galas, luncheons, parties, and connecting with current clients and future clients.  The social side of business.”

“It’s all politics.” Harrison rolled his eyes before pulling you in close. “Tell me, love. Look around the room.  What do you see?”

You did as he said. “I see…priceless works of art?”

“Exactly.  And is anyone here actually looking at the art?”

“Well…no.” You frowned as you glanced at the crowd. “They’re not.  They’re all talking.”

Harrison nodded in satisfaction. “They’re all playing the game.  A well run business needs all its different parts to run smoothly. Having a working business model is only part of it; you need connections to make it into an empire.  A game always needs players, you see.  And players always need allies.”

Those words got to you.  Even if Tom and Harrison were the very definition of arrogant, they weren’t dumb. It was clear that they were very, very smart.  And very, very attractive.  And smelled very, very good.  And their hands felt very, very nice on your back.

And it seemed that you were very, very tipsy.

“Is that why you started talking to me?” You asked curiously, swirling the golden liquid in your glass as you avoided the two pairs of eyes staring at you. “Networking?”

“Partially.” Tom shrugged. “But the low cut neckline on your dress didn’t hurt either.”

You felt heat flash up your neck and into your cheeks again, and you cleared your throat.

“Tell—tell me about this statue.  Here. It’s Degas, isn’t it?”

Harrison smirked at your subject change, but answered you accordingly. “Yes.  La petite danseuse de quatorze ans.  Edgar Degas. Sculpted in…1920?”

“1922.” Tom corrected, stepping closer to the statue. “It was the only sculpture Degas ever titled and exhibited.”

You nodded, fighting the urge to reach out and touch the bronze girl’s tutu. “It’s beautiful. I love—”

The beeping of your phone in your clutch interrupted your sentence.  You frowned and opened your small bag, pulling out your phone to a text from Jade.

At first, you were confused.  It wasn’t time for the three of you to meet up again; what did she need?  But when you read the text, you instantly sobered up.

“Security is here looking for party crashers and we need to go!!  Meet us outside!!”

“What’s wrong?” Tom’s voice sounded concerned as he rubbed the small of your back. “Is everything okay?”

“I—no.” You said shortly, shoving your phone back in your clutch. “No, I-I have to go.  Right now.”

“What?” Harrison asked in a bemused voice, brow furrowed. “Why on earth do you have to go? It’s not even midnight yet!”

“Yeah, well,” You shot gunned the last bit of champagne in your glass and handed the empty flute to Harrison. “It’s time for my carriage to turn back into a pumpkin. Or time for my taxi to turn back into a pumpkin…I’m kind of unclear on that analogy, to be honest.  I’m not quite sober.  But I think the pumpkin thing is the important reference here.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Listen, it’s a long story, and—” Over Harrison’s shoulder, you could see two large men in suits and earpieces enter the room. “And I really, really, don’t have time to tell it.”

“Y/N.” Tom grasped your wrist, not tight enough to hurt, but not loose enough to allow you to slip away. “What is going on?”

“Okay, the short version is, basically,” You pushed your hair out of your face. “I kind of have to go before I get arrested for trespassing?  But I, surprisingly, had a really good time with you two!”

“Surprisingly?”

“Trespassing?”

“Tom, could I borrow a pen?” You asked, holding out the hand that wasn’t caught in his grasp.

Tom complied wordlessly, reaching into his suit jacket and passing you what looked like the most expensive pen you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Seriously?  You can’t just go to Staples to buy pens like everyone else?” You examined the pen closer. “Is this monogrammed?”

“Why are you mocking my pen?”

You grabbed Tom’s arm in way of response and quickly scribbled your number on his hand before handing the pen back. “I really do have to go, but, um, call me if you two ever feel like slumming it.”

“Slumming it?” Harrison frowned as Tom examined the ink on his skin. “Seriously, Y/N, what’s going on?”

“I—” Your sentence was interrupted as you saw the two security guards spot you.  They began to make their way to you, the bouncer from earlier not far behind them. “Got to go!”

Before Harrison or Tom could stop you, you hiked your dress up to your thighs and started running towards the door on the other side of the room.

“Hey!  MET Security!  Stop!”

You could hear the heavy footsteps of the three security guards following behind you, and you ran faster, your heart pounding in time with the clicking of your heels on the floor.

Stiletto heels had really been a bad choice.

Chest heaving, you bounded down the hallways of the MET, through the front atrium, and down the concrete steps.  You felt the cool New York air on your legs and thighs, and the thought of random passersby seeing a lot more than you had planned occurred to you, but you couldn’t afford to pause to think about it.  The guards’ steps were getting closer, you were growing tired, and you could see a taxi waiting below.

“Y/N!  Hurry!” Penelope and Jade were hanging out of the open door, reaching out their hands as if they could pull you closer as you bounded down the steps.

With the shouts of security in your ears, you barely made it to the taxi.  You stumbled inside, half falling and half being pulled by Penelope before you slammed the door behind you, locking it for good measure.

“She’s in!  Step on it!” Jade yelled at the taxi driver, who peeled away from the curb so fast you could smell burning rubber.

You fought to catch your breath as Penelope and Jade began to giggle, and, in spite of yourself you did too.

“Jade,” You gasped, pressing a hand to the stitch in your side. “I told you so.”

“Hey, we made it out!” She laughed, running a hand through her hair. “Look!  Security isn’t even following us!”

The three of you turned around to stare out the back window.  The three security guards were standing be the curb, watching as you drove away.  And standing at the top of the steps above were Harrison and Tom, staring after the cab with confusion and bewilderment.

“Who are Prince Charming One and Two?” Penelope asked you with curiosity.

You turned back around and pressed a hand to your forehead. “It’s a long story.”

{part ii}

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Bryan: so uh... Mr. Hart? What drew you to Mr. Regal anyway?

Bret: *watching Will beat Max senseless with a bat* his patience and maturity

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Will:*stumbles over his words whenever he has to talk to Bret*

Bret: *who's had a thing for Will since his WCW days and is also a conniving bastard when he wants to be* I'm gonna have too much fun with this

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Will holding Jades hand in crowded places, Will comforting Jade and talking to her softly when she's upset, Jade falling asleep next to him because she knows she's safe. Jsut..Just. Jade and Will...

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Jade Doesn't Drink (Jade Au)

Summary: Weeks after he betrays Mox, a drunken Jade shows up at William's hotel room, demanding answers. I just needed to get this one out of my head.

Warnings: a ton of cursing, alcohol use, basically a vent fic? I dunno.

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2:15 am.

He laid atop his sheets, tired and yet unable to sleep, staring at the alarm clock in the dark hotel room. He had long ago turned off the TV and for the past thirty nineties or so rolled over restlessly over and over, able to shut his eyes but not quite drift off. As frustrating as it was it was far too familiar, decades of being on the road having given him a rather broken sleeping schedule. But he knew deep down that wasn't why he wasn't able to sleep.

Guilt was a feeling William had struggled to become accustomed to, having shoving and fighting his shame back down for years. And yet here it was, keeping him awake at night yet again.

His hand reached towards the remote…Maybe he could fund something boring to lull him to sleep, like a drama of some sort. Or maybe he should try one of those videos Jade told him-

Jade. 

The name stabbed his chest like a blade. His Jade. Jade who wouldn't look him in the eye anymore. His Jade, who wouldn't speak to him, who's husband wouldn't even let him near her anymore. 

Not after all he's done. Not after hurting her and her brothers.

BANG BANG BANG

"What the hell?" He sat up, looking towards the door. Peeping through the crack from under the door he could see the shadow of someone's feet.

He turned on one of the lights and walked to the door, looking through the peephole. "Oh my god…"

"Open up, you old sack of shit! I know you're in there!"

That couldn't be her. She would never say something like that! And yet when he opened the door, there Jade stood. Except it was immediately apparent this was not the Jade he was used to. No…something was wrong. Terribly wrong. She slumped against the door frame. She looked a total sight, sweat beading on her forehead, jacket slipping off her shoulder. In her hand was a bottle, a small airplane bottle of alcohol. This was wrong. If there was one fact every person who knew Jade could immediately recite it was this: Jade Prescott did not drink.

So what was she doing so intoxicated in his doorway in the middle of the night?

"Sweet- Jade, are you alright? Why-"

"There you are, you bastard," She got her footing back, standing upright. She glared at him, pushing her hair back from in front of her face. The look in her eyes was indescribable. Though he had been around many a drunk he couldn't quite figure it out until her hand was pressing against his chest, pushing him unto the room.

Rage. That was the look in her eye. Unfiltered rage.

"Adam was right. I should have stayed away from you!"

"I know," William mumbled as she shut the door behind her. He was walking backwards, before tripping over his own shoes and ending up falling onto his butt on the edge of the bed, her standing over him."I d-"

"No, shut the fuck up!" She poked him in the chest with the (thankfully plastic) bottle in her hand. It was still half way full. What else had she been drinking before this? "What the fuck, Regal? What the fuck! He worked hard! And you stabbed Mox in the back, you stabbed us all in the fucking backs?"

"I don't expect you to understand, I myself don't fully-"

"Shut the fuck up! For once in your life, shut the fuck up!" Never had the look on her face, a look of pure anger and digusted, been directed towards him, until right now. Her eyes were red, she was baring her teeth. And it was all because of him.

William bit his tongue. It had been far too long since she'd talk to him, and now here they were, and this is what she had to say to him? Still, he kept quiet. He should have known this was coming, he just didn't expect for her to come to him…like this.

Sit and take it, Regal. Sit and take it.

"I always hated people like you, you know that? Creeps who just lie in wait having a fucking ball trickog people into thinking they're on their side, then- Mox! For fucks sake, he trusted you! And then you fucked him over? For that dickhead? Are you serious? What? Was he not good enough? Huh? You think Max is better than Mo? You think you're better than Mo, huh? Well guess what? You're not shit! You're just an insecure, gutless bitch in an overpriced suit!" She poked him in the chest again, before turning back to pace back and forth. He took in a breath, watching as she continued on.

"Five fucking years. I let you into my life for five fucking years because I was stupid enough to trust you for that long! Well done, asshole. Fantastic show, you fooled us all!" She laughed, clapping her hands before continuing to pace the floor. "You even got me to join your stupid group! Got me to trust you…embarrassed myself on tv. Fucking Jericho, man. You just had to pick a fucking fight- and I backed you up!"

Jade stopped, slapping the bottle in her hand against her other palm. "Everybody knows I'm- and he got me to cry. That bitch got me to cry on national tv. Goddamn it." She kicked over his pair of shoes, shaking her head.

"I guess this means you're done playing daddy right? You're done pretending like you give a fuck about me? The hospital and the wedding and all that really didn't mean anything, huh? Fine, I get it. Daddy issues strikes again! That was part of the act too, huh?"

"No, I-" 

 "Guess what? You're not my daddy, Regal! My daddy's back home, probably in his office working while my mom's probably still sleeping around on him! My daddy hates me! And he has every right to. I'm just another fuck up, another mistake. And you know that! That's why you did it, right? Ditched us like he- cause we weren't good enough?"

He covered his hand with his mouth, watching as she ran a hand through her hair before trying to speak. "Jade, you are not a-"

"Did I fucking say you could talk?!" Jade grabbed the front of his shirt, balling it up in her fist. He swallowed hard. She wasn't looking at him, somewhere past him. At the desk. She let go of him and walked towards it.

"I mean, fuck. I kind of get it, if we're being honest. You gotta watch us fuck up day in and day out, hell, I'd get sick of it too if I were you." She chuckled darkly. She brought her fist to her mouth, closing her eyes before hiccuping into her hand. "Couldn't have fucking just told us the truth, told us we weren't good enough." 

"...what?"

She picked up a piece of clothing off the desk. His Lordship jacket. She examined it, letting out a snort before dropping it unceremoniously into the waste basket next to the desk. She paused, one hand balling into a fist before turning back around. "Why weren't we good enough for you?!" She yelled, throwing the bottle. She was obviously aiming for him, and yet it flew past him, bouncing off the headboard instead, before landing somewhere on the floor. 

"All that training, all that blood shed just for it to be a waste of time! We did everything right!! We won the belts! We won the fueds! We bled for you, fucker! We were never going to be good enough for you and you couldn't just come out and fucking say it! You goddamn coward!"

Coward. Yes, he definitely deserved that one. Still, he stood up, carefully making his way around the bed to walk to her. "Jade, none of this-"

She pushed past him, slowly, before stumbling, almost falling to the floor. He caught her in his arms and slowly he brought them to the floor, her in his arms as they sat down by the bed.

"Let me go- you stupid-"

"Please, Jade, just calm down…"

"Never should have left Ring Of-should have never joined the group…" she mumbled, her breathing uneven as she struggled to break free from his embrace.

"Jade..."

"Then you wouldn't have figured out I'm not good enough, I was never good enough…" his heart twisted as he heard her sniffle, as the liquid bravery finally ran out in her. She was practically shaking now, as she pushed against his chest, against his shoulder. He held her tighter. He took in a deep breath. "Not even for you…"

"Don't you ever say something like that again." He looked down at her. "I've always thought you were more than good, you're one of the best-"

"Liar!"

"Jade, please-"

"Liar! Liar, liar liar liar liar-" She cried as she desperately tried to push him away. He couldn't reach her like this, not in her current state. All he could do was hold her closer as she broke down, still trying to speak through her tears, sobbing against his chest. He rocked her back and forth, tucking her head under his chin as he did, tears of his own beginning to trickle down his cheek. Yet she kept repeating the word through her attempts at escaping, which were steadily growing weaker.

"I'm not lying, I swear on everything I care about, I'm not lying to you. You're my… you're my star, Jade."

"Liar, liar…"

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. For ever making you doubt how I care about you. Even for a second. For turning my back on you. On Jon. On everyone."

"Liar…"

They sat like that for what felt like hours, her mumbling his while he rocked her, until he watched her arms grow limp against him, until her breathing steadied more. She had tired herself out.

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, wondering what to do now.

How on earth did she even get to him in this state? All he knew was that she and Adam were on the floor above his. As much as he wanted to keep an eye on Jade, heer current condition worrying him,, he couldn't let her stay overnight. Other wise he'd be worried. And he couldn't just carry her back to her room; the blonde cowboy was already furious with him. If he saw her carrying his drunken wife there was no telling what would happen-

A flash from her coat pocket interrupted his thoughts. He reached down, slipping the phone out and turning it on. 

Four missed calls, and a few texts were on the lockscreen from an hour ago. All from Adam, the most recent one from a few seconds ago.

Sheriff Adam: baby, please I'm worried. Where are you? Call me when you get this

William cursed under his breath, putting the phone back. How was he gonna get her upstairs without getting caught? He could sit her by the door knock, and then run before he opened it, but as tired as he was there's no way he'd get far enough. Unless…he asked someone else to do it…

He reached for his phone, careful not to jostle the young woman in his arms as he grabbed it, and scrolled through his contacts. Jon would kill him…Wheeler and Bryan would probably let the phone go to voice-mail before maybe answering it… he took a breath, looking away before he pressed "call" on Claudio's name.

Beep….beep…

"C'mon, please, c'mon…" 

A yawn answered his prayers. "Hello? Mr. Regal?"

"Claudio, I know this is going to sound bad, or like a trick, but I need you to come to my room it's-"

"Slow down, slow down!" The man yawned again. "You know it's really late to be antagonizing people, right? Couldn't this have waited until morning?"

"I swear to god, this isn't a joke. Jade's asleep in my room right now-"

"What?"

"She's drunk and passed out and-"

"Bullshit, she doesn't drink!"

"She did tonight, okay!" He hissed into the receiver,  before taking a breath, collecting himself. "Please, I just need your help. Can you come here and take her back to her room for me?"

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because Mr. Page would lose his mind, that's why."

"Maybe you should…a good ass kicking might be what you-" Claudio sighed before continuing on. "Give me like three minutes I'll be there." He hung up.

William stared at the phone, watching at the screen went black.

"Mmmmphh," he looked down at Jade, her eyelashes fluttering. Gently, he moved her head to his shoulder.

"Help is on the way, flower. You'll be in bed before you know it." Gently, he laid her down on the floor and he stood up, legs wobbling a bit almost asleep. He walked to the door, jumping g a bit as he heard a knock. Once again, he looked through the peephole before opening it.

"This better not be a fucking trick." The tall Swiss man glared at him, his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie as he looked past him into the room.

"It's not." William lead him into the room, and the tall man immediately went to kneel next to the woman who now laid curled into a ball.

"...son of a bitch. She really…" Shaking his head, Claudio carefully moved his hands underneath her maneuvering until he had her over his shoulder and stood up. He walked towards the door with her, still asleep.

"Thank you, Claudio. I mean it."

"I know." The man looked past him at the wall, then at the door. "I've never seen her like this. I wondered where she went off to, Adam even texted me and we hardly ever talk."

William nodded, moving his hands behind his back. 

"Do you think she did it because…you know…"

"Most likely. She's under a lot of stress."

"Yeah, no shit."the man turned around and walked to the door.

"Claudio!"

"Yeah?" He looked over his shoulder as he entered the hallway.

"I'm sorry."

"I know." the man walked down the hallway. William moved outside, watching as the two of them made it to the elevator before Claudio climbed in, the door shutting behind him. He walked back into his room, shutting the door behind him. He rested his head against it, a throbbing in the front of his skull making itself known.

He meant it. He was sorry. 

But he knew deep down… it might already be too late. He might never be forgiven. Not by Claudio, not by Jon, not even by Jade.

Not by anyone.

-fin-

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I dont know why I want Jade to fight Will for betraying Mox so bad. I'm not mad at William, HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. he's a victim of shitty booking and bad writing, if anyone needs to be punished it's MJF for existing!

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I’ll say Jade 🌹

Baby time! She is so so small and suffers all the time and I love her

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M*x: (*being an utter cunt, ranting about how good he is and how she'll never meet his level*)

Jade: Shhh, they don't know I know this trick! (*cuts the most fucked up promo anyone has ever heard*)

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Mox: *cheers Jade on to do violent matches*

Also Mox, while patting her on the head: don't be like me and smoke kid, it's a nasty habit, 'kay?

Jade: 'kay.

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No thoughts head empty just Aleister being really nice to Jade when she arrives to nxt