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bloody-shadow666 · 1 year
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onLY THE C R O W N CAN PARDON YOU
jude
JUDE
"I'm starting to think he messed up with that wording"
J U D E
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sharpen-your-blade · 2 years
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it’s always “wyd” and never “chasamchafwmchabmhiymjch”
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jsprnt · 1 month
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Americano PT. 1 | Jude Bellingham x Reader
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What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?
A/N: part one is here, enjoy! <3
W/C: 3.398
Introduction
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"Can you try smiling this time?"
I mumble, holding myself back from rolling my eyes in annoyance. I click my tongue, standing behind Luis, my close friend and cameraman.
"The photo needs to be edited later, for sure. Looks a little off compared to the others." I tell Luis, sending an insult to the man in front of the camera, in English for him to hear.
Even so, Luis and I usually spoke English to each other. It being a language we were both very well versed in.
Jude doesn't even look like he wants to be here, at all. He wouldn't be the only one, that was for sure. 
"That's good enough, Bellingham. You can go." I say, folding my arms up to my chest.
"Finally." He mutters, rolling his eyes, the Brummie accent, which was quite new to me, rolling off his tongue.
He raises his hands, smoothing down his shirt, before nodding at Luis with a smile and leaving, not acknowledging me per usual.
"Douchebag." I mumble, solely for myself to hear, but I notice Luis glancing at me.
"What?" I ask, rolling the papers in my hands into a tube out of boredom. The letters curving with the bend of the paper.
"You two are becoming more insufferable every day." He says, going to wipe his camera lens with a microfiber cloth. He treated his cameras like his actual children.
"Not my fault." I reply through clenched teeth, placing a hand on my hip.
"You spilled an entire americano on his brand new, white kit. On his first day here." He says, recalling the embarrassing and aggravating incident.
"It was just an accident!" I retort, unfolding the papers again. "We could have moved on from that after I apologized, but he's decided to be an asshole about it."
So, who was the insufferable one here?
He doesn't say anything else, an uninterested sigh leaving his lips as he distracts himself with the lens.
I saw Luis as the older brother I never had, but he wasn't even taking my side in the situation.
Traitor.
I huff, turning away and looking around the pitch for some entertainment I could turn into content.
My eyes catch the players of the club warming up a couple meters away.
Easy content, my favorite.
"Can I get a camera?" I nudge Luis, his eyes looking up at mine.
"Should I trust you with one?" He says, voice unsure.
"Yes, just give me the smaller one." I usher, holding my hand out in anticipation.
He sighs again, grabbing the requested camera out of his equipment bag.
"Two hands." He mutters.
I roll my eyes, grabbing the camera with the apparently very necessary, two hands.
"I'll take care of your child." I mock, smile tugging at my lips as I see him get annoyed.
"Chill, I've got it." I add, walking away from him.
I was being serious, of course.
Firstly, I wanted these shots to come out perfectly. Secondly, I didn't want to get killed by him for ruining his precious camera. I had enough enemies in this club already. Losing an ally wasn't on my bingo list this season.
I turn the camera on clumsily, pointing it at the training players as I'm standing behind the goal.
How the hell does a small camera weigh this much? It genuinely felt like a bag of rocks weighing down on my arms.
I try to ignore the heaviness of the camera, filming the individual shooting of the players. Moving the camera when necessary.
I stand there for a moment, before I hear Luis come up to me, finally taking the camera out of my hands.
"How the hell do you even hold these cameras? My arm almost went numb." I say, rubbing my tired arm as I look at him.
"I go to the gym, unlike you- and I'm used to it by now." He replies, focusing on filming.
The urge to say something petty back is interrupted as Camavinga suddenly yells at us, our heads snapping up.
« Tu filmes? » are you filming?
He shouts in French, standing in his position.
I used to whine and complain about having to take French back in school, but now I was genuinely grateful for it. It was very useful now, even though I had forgotten a great chunk of it.
"Want us to?" I shout back in English, ignoring the fact that we are shouting back and forth like maniacs. He nods, giving us a thumbs up.
"Yeah, go ahead." I nudge Luis, making him film again. I grab him, making him take a step back for safety, watching Cama receive the ball and shoot, hitting the net perfectly.
I cheer quietly, not wanting to disturb the audio of the footage as he smiles back at me, walking back to stand and watch the other players.
I have been working in the marketing and PR department at Real Madrid for about two years now. The club and players were generally very nice to work with, which made my job so much better.
It wasn't my permanent job. I had just started my third year of my law degree this new school year, combining online classes with this job. Balancing did get difficult at times, but I liked the fact that it kept me busy and motivated.
"Think we're good to go." Luis says, interrupting my thoughts as he points his camera downward.
"You sure?" I ask, whipping my head around.
"Yeah, the sun is about to melt us and the camera. Come on, let's go inside." He says, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away from the pitch
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"If you read this sentence, does it sound like I know what I'm talking about?" I ask Lina, her face scrunching up almost instantly. 
I was confident enough to write this essay on my own, really, but having a friend keep me company made it way more fun. 
"You know I don't like thinking about school. That's in the past for me." She says, her hands coming up in front of her defensively. 
"Come on, please? I'll grab a drink for you in a minute." I beg, placing my hands on her shoulders, shaking her back and forth.
"Make it two."
"Deal."
"Okay, show me." She says, shoving a piece of pineapple into her mouth, grabbing my laptop and leaning forward as I repeat the question. 
She types away for a second, adding a few words before turning to me after reading the sentence again. 
"What are you writing? The damn Magna Carta? What kind of essay is this?" She asks, her eyebrows raised. 
"It's about EU law." I sigh, I liked this subject, it was very interesting, but I couldn't wait to be done with this fifteen page essay. 
"Explains a lot." She says, shoving another piece of fruit into her mouth. Her fork suddenly appearing in front of my face, a piece of watermelon spiced onto it. 
"Thanks." I mutter, biting off the piece of fruit as I hear commotion in the hallways. 
"Get me my drinks, please?" She asks, blinking at me. I roll my eyes, push my laptop back and get up. 
"Let me guess, a lime soda and an orange juice?" 
"You got it." She winks, smiling at me. 
I chuckle at her, looking up as I watch the players pile into the cafeteria. 
"Lunchtime?" I mouth at Lina, she checks the time on her phone, nodding. 
I make my way to the bar, extending my arms up to grab two cups. The feeling of someone's hand on mine catching me off guard as I immediately let go of the cup. Turning around to see Jude right behind me. 
"What are you doing?" I ask, sending him a nasty look. Invading my personal space wasn't enough, now he wants to steal my cup?
"Grabbing a cup?" He retorts in a menacing tone, sending a glare back. 
I look at him, watching him fill his stolen cup with water, before he looks at me again. 
"What?"
"Can you move?" I ask through gritted teeth, motioning to him how he's basically entrapping me in between the counter and himself. 
He looks at me for a second as if to provoke me more, finally stepping away when I sigh. 
I scoff, rolling my eyes and extend my arm to grab another cup apart from the one I already had. 
I give him another nasty look, before filling both cups up and finally leaving his vicinity. 
"Don't spill it on anyone." He says, mocking tone clear as day. 
I turn again, fighting the urge to throw the precious orange juice into his annoying face before sighing and walking away. 
"Hope he chokes on his water." I mutter, finally putting the two cups down on the table, in front of Lina. 
"What was that back there? Another one of your tantrums?"
"No, his tantrum after he couldn't grab another cup, other than the one my hand was already on."
She chuckles, and I send her a slight glare, trying to delve back into my essay. 
I was maybe halfway through already, having to hand it in next week. I might have procrastinated a little, but one thing about me was that I'll always get it done on time. No matter what. 
Though, as I keep reading the word vomit I had written, I feel a wave of annoyance flow through me. I grunt, putting my face flat on the table. 
Two more years, then I could finally do my specialization. Two more years. 
"What's gotten into her?" I hear, recognizing Luis' voice. Then I hear a shift of the chair across from me as he sits down with- probably a tray of food. 
"Essay." I hear Lina mumble, a hum coming from Luis in acknowledgment.
"Are you still not done with that essay? You got it assigned like three weeks ago." He says in a nagging tone. 
I groan, remembering that I said that I wouldn't procrastinate this school year. Past me definitely hated the present me, and for sure hated future me even more if I kept this up. 
I raise my head, huffing before sitting up straight.  I blink a couple times to clear my vision and start to vigorously type again. 
"Have you guys seen the final edit for tomorrow's match?" Luis says, covering his full mouth with his hand. 
"No, who approved it?" I ask confused, glancing at the both of them and returning my gaze to my screen.
"Valeria did." He says. I look at him for a moment, scrunching my eyebrows together. 
"Not surprised." I mutter, taking a sip of my coffee. 
"Speaking of the devil." Lina says, and my eyes immediately dart around the room to find the devil in question. 
She's staring right at our table, making a beeline towards us as the clicks of her heels get louder and louder. 
Please don't sit here. 
She gives us a painfully fake smile, swinging the iPad in her hand back and forth. 
"Have you guys seen the edit I approved?"
Not even a hello?
"No, we haven't." Lina answers, and I stare at Valeria as she unfortunately sits across from me. 
She chuckles, practically shoving the IPad in our faces, showing off the edit. 
"It's perfect, isn't it?" She chuckles again, and I fight the urge to cover my ears instead of hearing her ear deafening, high-pitched laughter. 
"It's alright." I say, giving her a smile. My opinion really didn't matter to her anyway, the least I could do was pretend to like it. 
She nods, suddenly looking directly at me, glancing down at my laptop. 
"Still working on school? Can't even think of how someone like you can balance it with this busy job." She says, smile pulling at her lips. 
I raise my brows, looking at Lina and Luis for confirmation of what I had just heard her say. 
They give me the same 'what the fuck' look, and I look back at Valeria, giving her a fake smile. 
"I'm sure you couldn't think of it, Valeria." I say, keeping my retort minimal, I had to keep it professional, unlike her. 
She looks at me, no words are exchanged further as an almost minute long silence follows. 
She finally decides to leave after, sending both Luis and Lina a wave, doing her best to ignore me further. 
"She's so weird. Always on my ass about something." I mutter, starting to type again. 
"Don't think she's gotten over the fact that you were chosen to travel with the team this season." Lina says, patting my shoulder. 
"Well, too bad for her. Like I've got time for her petty conversations."
If I was being honest; I couldn't stand being within five meters of her. And with the amount of meetings we had together, made life a little more difficult than I would've liked. 
"Besides, you're coming with me. Why isn't she on your ass as well?" I ask Luis, seeing him shrug. 
"Because I'm handsome?" He smirks, starting to flex his arms. 
"She's annoying, but she doesn't have a vision problem." I hear Lina say, the both of us bursting out in laughter. Luis looking at us with the most defeated look ever, making us laugh even louder.
"Okay, alright, sorry. You're very handsome, we're just having a little fun. I promise." I say patting his hand, holding back more laughter as I dab away moisture from my eyes. 
I finish typing my current chapter after calming down, observing the text, and double saving the document before turning my laptop off. I look around for a second, seeing the players and staff chat and laugh together. The buzzing of my phone redirecting my attention back to our table. 
"y/n- your phone." Lina says, grabbing it to hand it to me. 
I grab it after thanking her, reading the caller ID. 
"Oh, it's my dad." I mutter. "I'll be back in a minute." I say, standing up to walk out of the cafeteria. I look around for a moment, then slide my finger to the right to pick up the call. 
"Dad?"
"y/n, how's work going?" He says, the sound of a paper shredder in the background almost sabotaging my understanding of his sentence. 
"Good, we're having lunch. How about you?" I reply, leaning against the wall. 
"Same old. I called to tell you- I'm not having dinner at home tonight. Ask Carmen to make something you want to eat." 
I hold back a sigh, closing my eyes in annoyance. He'd been working a lot since I was little, day and night. It had paid off very well. We had a big house and a beautiful backyard. He owned a law firm, in a nice area of the city and had a lot of clients.
His firm was also the legal representative of the club, being very close with President Pérez and manager Ancelotti themselves and other higher ups. 
Of course, I was still thankful, I never had to worry about necessities like food and clothes, they were always provided for me on a silver spoon. 
"Alright dad. See you tonight, love you." 
I hang up, shoving my phone into my back pocket, and walk back into the cafeteria.
"I'm going back to the office." I tell Lina and Luis, them looking up at me in concern. 
"Why? Did something happen?" Luis asks, fixing his dark, curly hair.  
"No, I just want to make sure everything is perfect for tomorrow." I force a smile, trying to cover up the fact that my mood was definitely ruined after that phone call. 
I grab my laptop, holding it in between my arm and chest as I start making my way out of the cafeteria. 
Not before I'm stopped by someone calling out to me. 
"y/n!" I hear, looking up and seeing Vini call me over, Rodrygo and sadly, Jude standing next to him. 
How did this communication even work?
I raise a brow, walking over to them. 
"What's with that face? Trouble with your boyfriend?" Vini says in Spanish, greeting me with a hug. 
"It's nothing like that! It was just my dad." I deny, laughing at him. My smile totally disappearing from my face when I make accidental eye contact with an irritated looking Jude next to Vini.
"Right, how's your dad? He hasn't been around lately." Rodrygo asks, greeting me as well. 
"Busy- you know how he is..." I reply, swatting my hand. "I'll try to convince him to visit." I smile. 
"Will you be coming with us to tomorrow's match?" Vini asks. 
"Oh yeah, I'll be joining you on all the matches this season. You guys got lucky this time." I joke, giving him a little wink. 
The two Brazilian men laugh, Vini patting my shoulder as I excuse myself to go up. 
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I twist the key in the door lock, opening the front door to my house. The smell of spices and sauces filling up my nostrils. I scramble to take my shoes off, throwing my bag onto the floor and making a beeline to the kitchen area. 
"Aunty Carmen!" I exclaim, hugging her tightly. 
"Oh my girl!" She coos, squeezing me even tighter. 
"I missed you so much." I say, planting a kiss on her soft cheek, letting go of her. 
"Me too. Come on, get cleaned up and we'll have dinner." She says warmly, going back to stirring the food. 
Aunty Carmen was the lady who had been cooking for me and my dad since I was a child. Her food was finger-licking good, and I don't think I could ever survive without it. 
She'd partially raised me, alongside my biological aunt, whom I lived in the UK with for a couple of years. 
I had begged my dad to not send me to a boarding school, so he'd decided to send me off to live with my aunt, and made me attend an international school instead. A place, consisting of cultures and languages I always craved to be surrounded with becoming my second home. 
"When is your dad coming?"
"Oh no, my dad isn't coming for dinner." I explain, pulling out two spoons and two forks out of the cabinet and walking over to the dinner table. 
"He wasn't home last time either, why?"
"Too busy. You know how he is." I mumble, filling her glass with water. 
"I'm sorry, my girl." 
"It's fine- I'm used to it by now. You're here tonight at least." I beam, starting to dig into the food. 
"Aunty, you never disappoint!" I exclaim, shoving another spoonful of food into my mouth.
"Slow down! It's not going to run away from you." She fusses, taking a bite of the food herself. 
A comfortable silence falls in between us, the sound of our utensils clattering against the plates and bowls accompanied by the occasional comment about the taste of the food. 
I join her in cleaning up the table, placing the rinsed dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and putting  the leftovers into the fridge. 
"If you look closely, you can see the food I made for the rest of the week. Make sure you close the lids well, so it can stay fresh." She says, drying her wet hands on a kitchen towel. 
"Thank you." I say, giving her another hug. 
"Oh, you're leaving already?" I ask, watching her grab her handbag. It was a pretty brown bag, a birthday present from me a couple years ago. 
"I do sweetie. Take care of yourself." She says, pulling me into a hug. 
"-and lock your doors, don't open them for anyone." 
"You know I'm not a child anymore. I'm twenty already! Besides, we have security cameras everywhere." I complain, folding my arms up to my chest. 
"You've grown up too fast." She says, pinching the fat of my cheek, making me whine at the pain. 
I sigh, a little sad as she opens the front door and walks out. I wave one more time, closing the door behind her and locking it as she had instructed. 
My dad had keys to get in when I went to bed anyway. 
I decide to get ready for bed, turning on the now full dishwasher, and going up to my room. Hoping everything will go smoothly as planned tomorrow.
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duarteegreenbriar · 1 year
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In conversation with Holly Black - The Stolen Heir Tour 2023
PLEASE do not repost anywhere without due credits.
It was so amazing finally meeting Holly in person (and gush about how much I love Cardan and Jude and Cardan. And yes also bargain with her about writing Cardan POV books. At least she listened to me intently and said “We will see about it some day!” 👀)
Here are a few things she answered at tonight’s event:
- Her favourite character is Jude.
- Their favourite Starbucks drinks as per her: Jude ‘s will be Frappuccino, Cardan’s is Espresso (and she added an obviously), Oak’s will be matcha green tea latte.
- There will be another series in Elfhame/Faerie after she finished Book of Night sequel, TSH 2 and one more book. She said we will know if there will be more Faerie books, and on whom, by the end of TSH 2.
- Cardan had more siblings who got cut out last minute because she felt his family was too big.
- Qon serpent track was last minute, all she knew was that Cardan had to be in danger and separated from Jude in some way.
- The above point is because she always intended Jude to figure out how to be Queen on her own and needed Cardan away for that. Because Jude’s character arc had to include her having all the power she always craved and still choosing family and love over it.
- Holly likes hooves 💀
- She wanted to draw parallels between Suren and Jude and their choices.
- She will not write about what Jude Cardan were up to in the years between QoN and TSH because she doesn’t know it herself yet.
- Somebody actually asked if Jude Jude Jude letter had cum splatters OMFG. She clarified that no, they are indeed ink stains 💀
- One thing about Cardan that she feels is the most over looked is the fact that people ATE the snake in the end of Qon lmaooo. She cracked up here 😭💀
- She always wanted to write a character with a tail and this was part of Cardan’s characterization since the beginning.
- Her choice of Cardan in live action - she just wants a good actor that’s it lol
- She wouldn’t write a book on Madoc Eva because it’s too tragic and devastating, though maybe she might add in bits in some other story
- She doesn’t know how to write adult Cardan lmfao 💀 but she said she will figure it out 👀 (internally screamed here because WHAT does this mean??) She also said the sex scenes were short and her editor asked her to make them longer 😭🤣 (she said she does understand what we’re asking lmaoo)
- She never reads her fan fiction because she would feel tempted to change what’s in her mind
Question I asked: Her side characters are as interesting as main ones. Will we see Court of Shadows again? (Round about way of asking more about Jurdan lol)
Holly’s answer: TSH was a road trip book so it was set away from Elfhame and we didn’t meet most of the old characters. But we’ll be closer (or in *she winks*) Elfhame in the next one and we will see many of the old characters (shrugs)
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thelov3lybookworm · 3 months
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Weeping Heart (part 2)
Part 1
Summary: An unexpected visitor arrives.
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A/n: here you go children, my lil shawarmas. have fun 😉
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The cold wind bit at Y/n's cheeks, and she had to wonder whether even all of the world's warm clothes would be able to ward off the cold that had seemed to have taken up permanent residence in her bones.
"Woah, look at you. I thought it was some beast coming out of your tent."
Y/n rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore that remark from her second in command, Herb. She did agree with him though. She did look like a bear, with the thick blanket she had thrown around herself over her jacket, under which she wore her armour and her clothes.
She walked up to her mare, preparing her for their trip to a nearby small town. The small party that had left from the palace on this mission included about a dozen soldiers who were all too happy to follow Y/n into the freezing hell, and they were camped just a mile away from the border of the town that harboured their next target.
The rumours of rebellion Y/n had left to inspect had been just that. Rumours. But it had taken a whole month to make sure that no one got any ideas. And after that it had just been travelling to every village and city on the way back and spying on all the people and their families who had helped Madoc.
It had been a long time since Y/n had last seen her best friend, and a part of her was glad, even if her heart hated her for running away.
Before leaving, Y/n made sure to inform Jude to keep giving her such missions, to keep sending letters if there were more such quests to ensure she could stay away and keep whatever was left of her heart intact.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side-"
Y/n was glaring at the handsome male before he could finish his sentence. He lifted his hands in a I'm a harmless little man gesture, the grin on his face wide and carefree.
Y/n turned back to her mare- one she had named Toad one drunken night- and continued to stroke her mane with a brush.
Herb came to stand on her side, stroking Toad's nose as he began humming a tune. Y/n put away the brush in favour of smoothing her hand down Toad's body, lost in thought.
"Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you. We received a letter this morning from the Queen."
Y/n stilled, then resumed stroking the mare. "Oh?"
She felt him nod. "It has not been opened, though the men are dying to know if we get to return."
Y/n hummed, turning away from Toad to begin her walk back to her tent to discard the extra layers she had put on. And then she would lead her best soldiers to the village and get into positions as planned before.
Easy and simple.
Later she would want to laugh at her assumptions.
Herb, of course, followed her, but thankfully he kept his big fat mouth shut until right before Y/n's tent came into view.
"Oh, and also, someone is here to meet you."
Y/n glanced back at the fae, his skin the lightest shade of green, so light it was barely noticeable. His beady, completely black eyes shone in the early morning light as she rose a brow at him.
"Are you sure you are not loosing your memories? You should see a healer." He shrugged, his smile unwavering. "Who is this someone?"
Y/n turned back to look forward, and she got the answer to the question before Herb could answer.
There, standing right outside the flaps to her tent, was... him.
"The high king."
Y/n stopped midstride, her eyes trained on the male who looked around, rubbing his hands together for warmth before his onyx eyes met hers. He smiled his signature, careless and cocky smile.
"Herb?" He hummed happily, and Y/n's eyes narrowed just a little, and she whispered her next words only loud enough for Herb to hear. "You better hide and pray that I don't skin you alive."
Y/n began walking again, an after a moment, she heard the unmistakable sound of feet running over crunching snow, fading gradually to signal that Herb was not dumb enough to ignore her warning.
Good for him.
If only he had been smart enough to give her vital information before disaster struck, he would have had a higher position in the army.
Y/n ignored the warm feeling spreading through her chest at the sight of the grinning male, and walked right past him, nodding her head towards the tent for him to follow.
She saw his smile drop from her peripherals, but knew he followed nonetheless.
Y/n sighed internally.
It's going to be a long day.
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clockworkbee · 4 months
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I was just thinking about the way Cardan confessed his love to Jude. And like, not even his words, but how. I mean, Jude told him that Madoc said he would duel for love, and Cardan just went on confessing, probably thinking, “well, her dad has figured it out, and I did write all those letters she never got to read, I might as well tell her now” and of course, it's Jude he's telling that to, it's no joke. Who knows what she might say or do, right? Better hurry, avoid finding out just yet, leave asap.
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f4ult-line · 5 months
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“That’s supposed to be me?” You turn your head sideways to get a better look at what Jude was meticulously carving into his pumpkin. He kept looking up at your face every few seconds as if he was trying to get your features just right.
“No peeking,” he chides, turning his pumpkin away from your wandering eyes. He goes back into his hyper-focused stare: tongue poking out of his mouth and eyebrows knit together in concentration.
You were on your third mini pumpkin, the first of two being a simple spooky face and the other was a poor attempt at a skeleton. “At least make me pretty,” you say with a nudge to his side.
“That would be easy, love,” He kisses your forehead and you lean closer into him, trying to look again.
Jude gently shrugs you off and huffs out a laugh, “I said don’t look!” He was doing a rather good job at hiding the pumpkin, unlike his typical attempts at being secretive. You only caught a glimpse of… letters?
When the doorbell rings, Jude insists you get the door to preserve his surprise. He knows how much effort you put into decorating the house and picking out the best candy for the children. A chorus of trick-or-treat! can be heard from the living room. You gush at the costumes of the early trick-or-treaters and give heaping handfuls of candy.
You return to the living room with a few candy bars to share with Jude. “I can’t wait to do all this with our children someday,” you say quietly, gesturing to the decorated pumpkins and at the candy in your hand. Already several years into your relationship, conversations about the future were common.
When you look to Jude to gauge his reaction, he’s got a lovestruck look in his eyes and a soft smile on his face. “We’ll do those obnoxious matching costumes every single year till they’re tired of us,” he adds.
A few minutes go by and you’ve just finished your third pumpkin: a moon with accompanying stars. Jude pats his pockets like he has misplaced something, “Baby, can you pass me that marker?” You give him the marker and look away for a millisecond. “One more thing…” he drags out the words and turns the pumpkin to face you.
The first thing you notice is the various hearts he has drawn on the pumpkin. Next, are the big, block letters spelling out the question of a lifetime: MARRY ME?
On one knee is the absolute love of your life holding a shiny piece of jewelry, but all you can do is admire him. Jude always made his love for you apparent, but the intimacy of a proposal just between the two of you makes you feel more loved. When he finishes professing his love and desire to spend the rest of your lives together, you rush to press a kiss to his lips that he gladly returns.
Jude pulls away momentarily. “So… will you? Will you marry me?”
An incomparable feeling of joy washes over you as you give him the most fitting answer: Yes.
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archiveikemen · 2 months
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『 Dark If 』 Story Event: Chapter 2
Jude Jazza
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I immediately started doing my research on curses and magic in the library.
Due to my sheltered upbringing at the castle, every piece of knowledge I gained from the books was new to me.
Kate: “Time is not irreversible, and space is not unchangeable”.
Kate: “Like a complicated intertwining of threads, the past and the future, as well as different worlds can be connected”.
Kate: … This might be why I have memories of living in both England and this fairytale world…
They once existed separately, but they were now connected into one.
Just like two pieces of thread being intertwined.
The pages of the book rustled as I flipped to the page with information on fairies.
Fairies possess extraordinary powers and are rare in number. They often cause disputes between countries.
It is not an uncommon occurrence for them to be targets of assassination by other countries, as killing a fairy would give them an advantage in terms of war strategy.
(Fairy can easily plan the overthrow of an entire country, and so everyone who refuses to join the military is often imprisoned or executed—)
Kate: … So that’s how it is…
(The overprotective King and the country’s military meekly accepted my situation, just because he’s a fairy…)
I felt furious and ashamed at my lack of knowledge on what was happening around me.
Jude: What have you been doing here every single night?
Kate: Jude…
The moment I saw him, I instantly regretted the things I said to him a few days ago.
Kate: … I’m sorry for saying that you're being targeted because of your bad personality.
Jude: Huh? I don't get what you're talking about.
Kate: Like you said, I’m too ignorant about many things. I realise that now.
Kate: So, for you to listen to what I want… I’ll try to discuss them with you on equal terms.
Jude: … Hah.
Jude scoffed and hooked a fingertip under my collar, pulling my face closer.
Jude: I assumed that you’d be an overly pampered and spoiled brat because of the sheltered upbringing you received for many years.
Jude: What nice eyes you have. Makes me want to make you cry.
Kate: … W-What?
He looked down at me with his usual sadistic expression. And yet, for some strange reason, I felt rather uplifted this time.
(Not that I’m happy I got some form of validation from him or anything… I think.)
Jude: Hm, hope you try as hard as you can.
Jude let go of my collar and left the library.
(— Now that I think of it, he calls me a servant and makes me wear a collar.)
However, apart from leaving the castle, there was nothing else I wasn't allowed to do.
“I’m safe here, so please don't send any soldiers over. That will only result in unnecessary deaths”.
Ellis delivered my letter to the palace, he had been kind enough to help me communicate with them and assure them of my safety.
(If this curse is because of a grudge he has against me— I might have done something wrong to him in the past.)
(But why do I have no recollection of it…?)
To vent my frustration, I completely drowned myself in researching curses and magic.
Before I knew it, days went by—
Kate: Oh, good morning, Jude.
Jude: … Are you doing that on purpose?
Kate: … What do you mean?
Jude: Bed hair.
I hurriedly apologised and roughly combed my hair with my fingers.
I lowered my face to hide that my heart fluttered.
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Jude: Pfft, you turned red over something like this. You’re so childish.
Rather than being used to his sadistic attitude, I found myself beginning to be slightly attracted to him.
(Um… this must be one of those tropes in fiction where the victim falls for the kidnapper, something like that.)
(This isn’t love… yup.)
Kate: You spent the whole night in your study last night, right? Have you been sleeping well?
Jude: Hah, what’s this? Is the little one worried about me?
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Jude: Worry about me after you know how to fix your bed hair and greet me properly in the morning, Princess.
Kate: Ouch…
My forehead stung when he flicked me with his finger.
Jude: You like the pain, huh.
I averted my gaze, avoiding his mocking yet attractive smile.
Kate: I don’t. … Please lift the curse today.
Jude: Ah, ah, you're getting snappy. Looks like I won’t lift the curse today too.
Jude laughed at my request and left for work as usual.
Time passed by without mercy, my search for the missing piece in this world and my pleas for my curse to be lifted both remained fruitless—
(Jude…?)
There was one day where Jude was out of the castle for an usually long time and only returned at midnight. I happened to see him when I was peeking out of the library.
Right when his back disappeared into his study.
I noticed something on the carpet—
(Is that… blood?)
A shiver ran down my spine, and I immediately rushed to the study.
The study was filled with mountains of books — there Jude was, slouched in a chair at the center of the room, looking pale.
Kate: Jude… are you hurt…?
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Jude: … Did I not say that no one is allowed in this room without my permission?
Jude: It’s just a scratch. Hurry up and get out.
Kate: Even if it’s only a small matter, I can’t leave an injured person alone. Let me help you treat your wound.
I approached Jude against his will and saw the piles of papers and documents on his desk.
Kate: … You shut yourself in your study every night. Just what exactly are you researching?
Kate: Is it also the reason why you were out late today…?
Jude: … So what if it is?
Kate: You’ll damage your health if you keep this up.
Kate: Putting your life at risk because of a promise… it's as though you’re the one who’s in danger, Jude.
Jude: … What?
Kate: — It’s like a curse.
Jude: Hah… you actually said it.
Without delay, a hand wrapped around my neck like a snake.
It was as if he wanted to remind me that he was the one who cursed me, and that my life was in his hands.
Kate: … ggh…
My collar was tightened, making me struggle to breathe.
Jude: Being cursed to death for the entirety of your long life over some stupid promise is a pretty big deal.
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Jude: You’re worrying about me — and yet, you’ll still fall into a deep slumber tomorrow because of your curse. Have you forgotten all about that?
Jude: Go back to your room right now if you don’t want your head blown off, Princess.
He then slammed the door loudly in my face.
That’s right, before I knew it, my birthday was — tomorrow.
(At this rate, I’ll really fall into a deep sleep for 100 years, just like I’m cursed to.)
(Not knowing why Jude cursed me, what’s the missing piece in this world, nothing at all…)
While I was feeling restless and having difficulty sleeping, I suddenly heard the ear-piercing sound of glass shattering.
(Is someone attacking the castle again…?)
I should've been used to the noise by now, and yet… it felt especially unsettling this time.
(There are more voices and footsteps than usual today.)
(Ellis is staying overnight in a town at the foot of the mountain tonight to purchase some items, and Jude is injured.)
Kate: … [worried]
I quickly flew out of bed and ran into the hallway.
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Jude: Tch… why did you come out here for? Go back to sleep.
Kate: Please don’t say such absurd things in the midst of this ruckus…
Soldier: Princess Kate!
(— Soldiers?!)
Kate: Why are you… I’ve already informed my father than I’m safe…!
Soldier: Your Highness, tomorrow is your last day as per your curse.
Soldier: His Majesty ordered us to take you back to the palace at once, as he wants to see your face for the last time!
(Father…)
Jude: — Unfortunately, the Princess won’t be going home with you.
As if hiding me from the soldiers downstairs, Jude pushed me down with one hand.
Kate: Jude? You’ll be treated as a traitor if you do this, and be an even greater target…
Jude: Hah, you’re worrying over nothing. Besides, you’ll die if you return to the palace now.
Kate: What…?
(What do you mean by that…? My curse is to fall into a deep sleep for 100 years when I prick myself on the spindle of a spinning wheel.)
But, just now, Jude clearly said that I would “die”.
Kate: Are you saying that there’s something else that could kill me, apart from my curse?
Jude: … The incompetency of the doctors at the palace.
Just then, I saw a blazing arrow flying towards Jude—
Kate: … Watch out…!
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Jude: !?
In an attempt to shield him from it, I lost my balance—
Jude: … Kate!
— I fell headlong into the atrium, and into the arms of a soldier sent by my father.
Soldier: Princess Kate! Are you hurt!?
Kate: Is Jude…!?
I looked up at the mezzanine — Jude seemingly got distracted by my fall and was subdued by the soldiers.
Jude: Damn it… why did you fall, you idiot?!
Kate: … P-Please, he’s injured… please don’t be rough with him!
Soldier: We will be detaining him for the abduction and confinement of the Princess.
Kate: P-Please wait… listen to me—!
...
No one heard my cries… and we were brought to the palace in separate carriages.
(What should I do… Jude was captured because of me.)
Based on what I’ve read in books about how fairies are treated, I had a rough idea of Jude’s fate.
In place of overlooking his crimes, Jude would be forced to protect our country by attacking enemy countries.
(Jude still has a promise to fulfill…)
— “I won’t ever break this promise, even in death.”
Kate: …?
I thought I heard someone’s voice.
Immediately, the scenery before me distorted and I felt myself being pulled by some unknown force.
(W-Wha…? Did I hit my head—)
I shut my eyes tightly due to the dizziness, and when I opened them—
I found myself in an unfamiliar back alley.
(... Where is this place…?)
I saw that my reflection in a building’s windowpane appeared childlike, approximately 10 years old.
(Is this… me as a child?)
Judging from my dainty and expensive-looking dress, it was unlikely that this was the “me” who lived in England.
Right at that moment— the angry voices of a few grown-ups could be heard from outside the alley.
Man’s Voice: Get him! We want him alive!
Man’s Voice: You little pest… making things difficult for me—!
I peeked out of the alley and saw a little boy around my age being chased by a group of grown-ups.
He was covered in wounds; and his eyes looked like they had a roaring fire burning inside them, as if he bore a grudge against the entire world.
The boy was about to pass by the alley, when—
Kate: … Hide—!
Boy: Huh!?
I pulled him into the alley and heaved a sigh of relief as we hid behind a stack of wooden crates, listening to the footsteps of the grown-ups fade away into the distance.
Kate: … Looks like they’re gone now. Why were they after you? Are you hurt—?
Boy: … You don’t know me. I’m a wanted person throughout the country.
Kate: You are? But, why would they be after such a young child…
Boy: A young child? Aren’t you about the same age as me?
(Ah… could it be—)
Kate: Are you able to use magic?
Boy: — So what if I am?
The boy very clearly became increasingly wary of me.
I recalled the heartless words “children of fairies are often wanted as a valuable asset, thus they may be hunted down”.
Kate: Don’t worry, I won’t capture you.
Jude (The Little Boy): … Who knows if you’re telling the truth. Looking at your clothes, you probably a noble’s daughter or royalty. People with money and power are untrustworthy scums.
Kate: I’m telling you the truth! … I think that it’s wrong for someone to be wanted, targeted, and stripped of their freedom when they haven't committed a crime…!
I remembered Jude being attacked at his castle in the mountains nearly every day.
My words involuntarily came out of my mouth, expressing all the pent up frustration I had from my days spent at that castle.
Kate: Ah… sorry for raising my voice.
Boy: … Pfft, why apologise? It’s fine. I agree with you.
Boy: … And your face doesn't look like you’re capable of lying.
Boy: You don’t seem intelligent enough to fool someone for your personal gain— huh?
Boy: Oi, show me your face.
Kate: Huh? Wha—
He brought my face closer and examined it closely, seemingly trying to see something.
(His eyes… they look cold, yet so beautiful.)
Boy: Tch… you look like you have some kind of disease.
Kate: A disease…?
Boy: You have about 10 years left to live.
Kate: W-What…!? Are you saying that I’ll die in 10 years time…!?
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Boy: I owe you for saving my life, I’m not going to let you die.
Boy: 10 years later when you’re about to die, I’ll make time stop.
Boy: I don't know how many years will it take to find a cure for your disease… 100 years should suffice.
Kate: H-Hold on… what do you mean by that?
Boy: You slow princess. I’m saying that I’ll save you. Go on and cry tears of gratitude for me.
Boy: I won’t ever break this promise, even in death.
The boy poked my forehead with a finger.
Boy: 10 years from now, you will prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into a deep sleep for 100 years.
Kate: W-Why do I have to prick my finger on a spindle…?
Boy: Maybe it’s just the way you look, who knows. Besides — you seem to enjoy pain.
His thin lips curled into a mocking smile.
Kate: — Have we ever met somewhere before…?
— I found myself back in the carriage I was forced into.
(That dream… it felt oddly real.)
I could still feel the sensation of a finger touching my forehead.
“Time is not irreversible, and space is not unchangeable. Like a complicated intertwining of threads, the past and the future, as well as different worlds can be connected.”
(The past and the present… connected…?)
I came to this world from England — and now, I have a promise with Jude from the past.
That idea should've been ridiculous, and yet the dots connected perfectly and formed a truth.
Kate: So, the present day Jude is currently imprisoned — and then there's the curse.
Kate: What about the promise we made just now…?
– Flashback Start –
King: … That night, you had a quarrel with me and ran away from the palace. You then lost your consciousness and collapsed in an alley.
– Flashback End –
Thinking about it made me finally understand why I had no memories of back then.
It was because the “me” who met the young Jude in the back alley, was “me” from the present day.
I came into this fairytale world, and made a promise with Jude from the past.
That’s why, before I met Jude from the past, I didn't have any memories of making that promise.
(But, still… I’m certain that I wasn't scared of the curse.)
(Because Jude didn't curse me out of spite.)
(He cursed me to buy time, so that a cure for my disease could be found.)
That means, according to the curse, I need to be pricked by a spindle.
It was the only way to fulfil our promise, which was for me to fall asleep and stop death from reaching me.
Kate: A spindle…
Kate: I have to look for a spindle—
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mkmas · 3 months
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Take Me, My Beloved Villain - Jude Jazza
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sorry for any mistakes 🙇‍♀️ also everything is owned by cybird, i only translated
Kate: Ju-Jude, please let go! I can walk on my own!
Jude grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and dragged me down the corridor.
Jude: You’re going to run away as soon as I let go. I have to be cautious.
Kate: I won’t run away! I will pay back what I owe you…!
Today is the 31st of December.
I had been helping Victor make preparations for the countdown party since this morning.
However, Jude suddenly appeared in the kitchen.
“Have you forgotten that you owe me for saving your life yesterday? I will have you pay me back in labor.” …….. Then, he kidnapped me.
(I’m grateful to Jude for saving me from almost getting shot last night. He saved my life)
(But…)
Kate: It must be hard for Victor to prepare alone…..
Jude: Ha, you’re worried about him? How kind of the princess.
Jude: But it’s useless to try to measure someone who is the Queen's aide by ordinary standards.
Jude: No matter how much you complain, it's already decided that you're going to help me with my work. Shut up and follow me.
And so, I was forcibly brought to the common room.
On the desk is a familiar typewriter.
Jude: Use it to transcribe the handwritten documents. The format should be the same as the sample.
Ellis: Jude, I got what you asked for.
Ellis, who came into the room after us, had his hands full of papers.
Kate: Thi-This many…..!?
I trembled, and Jude gave me a cold glare.
Jude: Can’t do it? Was your life so light that you didn't deserve a job of this magnitude?
Jude: Sorry….. I must have overestimated.
Kate: Life isn’t light, even for me. But….. It’s too much, I don’t know if I can do it alone.
Ellis: It's okay, Kate. Jude wouldn't ask someone who isn’t capable.
(….. Ellis and Jude are like carrot and stick)***
Kate: ….. I understand. I will do it wholeheartedly…..
Jude: Don’t put your heart into it. All I want is speed and accuracy.
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Jude: If you miss even 1 letter….. Do you want to know what happens?
I began work with a twitch in my cheeks, sensing that it was more than just a threat.
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Jude: ….. That’s enough.
Jude stopped my work at 7pm, a few hours after we started.
Kate: Eh…. But it looks like there are still some paperwork left to do…..
Jude: No matter how much progress you make, there's no point in reviewing if I can't catch up.
(But I think Jude's revision work is well on its way….?)
Jude: ….. What’s with that face? I told you to stop, but you’re not happy?
Kate: N-No. It’s not like that.
(….. That’s right. Jude said so, so let’s call it a day)
I've learned from experience that pestering him will only make him grumpier, so I decided to clean up my desk.
Kate: What kind of year would you like to have next year, Jude? Do you have any resolutions?
Jude: Resolutions? I have nothing like that.
Jude: The year changes, but in reality, there’s no actual real effect. It's just an arbitrary boundary decided by humans.
Jude: Last year, this year, next year, nothing I do will be any different.
(If I recall correctly….. Jude needs money to fulfill his promise to someone)
(That’s what you’re working so hard for, right)
Kate: Jude is pushing forward towards his goal.…. It’s amazing.
Jude: Flattery will get you nothing in return.
Kate: I’m not looking for anything in return, I really do think so.
It didn't mean anything, but Jude frowned as if he had eaten something he didn't like.
He waved his hand as if to tell me to get the hell out of the room.
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Victor: Kate! Are you finished with the work Jude asked you to do?
Kate: Yes, he doesn't need any more help today.
Victor: The best timing, we were just about to eat.
Victor: I'm glad Jude kept his promise to me.
(Oh, by the way…..)
———
It was when Jude came to the kitchen to take me away.
Kate: Sorry, Victor.…. I have to help Jude.
Victor: Don't worry about it. I'll prepare everything for you too!
Victor: But….. With all these delicious food prepared, you have to get Kate back in time for dinner, okay?
Jude: It’s up to her to decide when she can go home.
———
(….. Jude, I guess you let me go because it was time for dinner.)
The timing of the work being stopped seemed unnatural, so it must be it.
Then, time passed as everyone gathered in the dining room to eat.
However, Jude never came to the dining room.
(I guess his work isn't done yet…..)
Curious, I kept looking at the door, but there was no sign of anyone coming in.
Roger: Kate, could you do me a favor?
Kate: Yes, what is it?
Roger: I want you to bring Jude some food.
Roger: Jude hasn't eaten anything since lunch, has he? If he dies, we'll have a lot of work to do starting in the new year and it will be troublesome.
Roger: He would get annoyed if I nag him so I would be grateful if the young lady can encourage him.
Kate: …..! I understand!
Having found a good reason to visit Jude, I put some food on the plate and left the dining room.
Alfons: ….. Saying you’re worried when you’re really not, how shameless.
Roger: It’s not really a lie, is it? Well, the biggest motive was that the young lady was worried.
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I came to the common room with a bowl of hot soup and a loaf of bread.
(Huh…..? Jude isn’t here. He left his papers here, so he’ll probably be back soon)
There, my eyes fell on the desk that Jude had been using.
(Ah….. I knew it, it was a lie that the revision process couldn't keep up)
The paperwork I had finished producing had long since been reviewed, and another new set of work documents was spread out on the desk.
(From the moment we met... Jude has been mercilessly and arrogantly cornering me.)
(So why does he sometimes give me kindness that is hard to understand?)
Is it just a whim, or is it to win me over and use me.…. or is it something more?
(….. I don't know what Jude's true feelings are, which is why I'm so curious and want to know)
But, even in the midst of uncertainty, there are certain things.
I hope Jude’s dream comes true one day, those are my feelings.
(That's right! Let's make a wish for the New Year!)
(I think I'll use.….. this wooden desk that Jude used)
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Kate: Touch wood…..
While whispering, I tapped the desk lightly. It's a spell that has been passed down in England for a long time to ward off evil spirits.
Jude: ...... What are you doing?
Kate: !?
I heard a doubtful voice behind me and turned to see Jude standing there.
Kate: Wh-When did you get here…..!?
Jude: Just now. …… So, what’s up with the princess?
Jude: Muttering to the desk with a grim look, were you trying to put a curse on me?
Kate: It’s the opposite! I brought dinner, and gave Jude a good luck spell.
Stuttering my words, I explained that I had no malicious intentions.
Jude: I don't need silly wishes like "I hope my wish comes true".
Kate: N-No! I didn’t wish like that.
Jude: ….. Oh?
Jude raised an eyebrow in interest. I felt like he was urging me to continue, so I opened my mouth again.
Kate: ….. Jude says if you owe something, you should pay it back.
Jude: Loans exist to be paid back.
Kate: If the loan is to be paid back…..
Kate: In that same sense, I hope your efforts will be rewarded as well.
Jude: …..
Kate: That’s why….. I wished that Jude’s efforts would be rewarded.
Jude: ….. What a childish wish.
Jude's reaction was as cold as I expected, but that was okay.
Whatever I wish in my heart, is my choice.
Jude: And yours?
Kate: What is?
Jude: Resolutions, resolutions. I'll have to pay you back for your questionable spells. It's a pain in the ass, but.
I never thought that he would give back what I had wished for on my own.
This kind of discipline may be one of the reasons why Jude has been so successful in his work.
(My resolutions for this year are…..)
Kate: ….. I would like to get to know Jude and spend more time with him.
Jude: Spend even more time with me? Come on, you don't have to make that your resolution.
Kate: Eh…..?
Jude: You owe me a lot, remember?
Jude: You don't think you can pay back in a day what you owe me for saving your life, do you?
Kate: Eh, it’s not right!?
Jude: You said it yourself, life is not light. It's not even close.
Jude: Don't even think you can leave me until you pay off all your debts.
(Then that means….. I can spend a lot of time by Jude's side?)
Jude was probably just stating the obvious, that I owe him and I should pay him back, and that there is no special meaning to this.
(It bothers me that I'm treated like a labor force, but still... I don't know why... I'm happy)
The fact that I wanted to be by your side and was allowed to do so even for whatever reason warms my heart.
Jude: ….. Respond.
Kate: Ye-Yes…..! Next year too-
At that moment, as if timed perfectly, a bang sounded.
When I turned around, I saw large fireworks going off in the distance from the common room window.
(….. Oh, it's the New Year already)
Kate: ….. Let’s get along well this year too, Jude.
Jude: Haha, what a gentle and polite bow….. Hopeless.
Jude removes his gaze from mine to resume his work.
It was a new year that came without a countdown, but that didn’t bother me.
Maybe it's because I'm looking forward to being by Jude’s side this year.
***carrot and stick (飴と鞭) or candy and whip = combination of reward + punishment.
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xxblairexxss · 9 months
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I Tried
Pairing : Jude bellingham x reader
Themes : Angst
Word count : 4.4k
Hi! It’s 4AM and I just had an overwhelming feelings to write something in 30 minutes before I go to sleep. This is my first fic and am no where as talented as those amazing fic writers. Please go easy on me! This fic is heavy on self-doubt. Please skip if it could trigger you.
p/s : I don’t know how to properly work on this app and still trying to figure things out. I am also still learning about leaving warnings before any fics so please forgive me if I use the wrong warnings and such! Promise I will improve on this! 🥹
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Growing up as the only child in the family, Y/N grew up and learnt almost everything on her own. Well, not everything as in raising herself but no one was there to keep her accompany as she watched her favourite tv shows, no one was there to tell her that Hogwarts wasn’t a real school, no one was there to tell her that she won’t receive any letters from Hogwarts like Harry did, no one was there to play Barbie with her. She thought it was fine and never cared about it because she eventually learnt it all by herself as she grew up.
But no one was there to teach her about love.
She read about it in novels that she borrowed from the library. She watched movies like “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” and thought to herself that love is beautiful but she never imagined herself to fall in love nor did she imagined herself capable to make someone else’s fall in love with her but then,
but then she met Jude Bellingham, a kid who went to the same high school with her.
She met him through a mutual, who thought it would be fine to play cupid and pair these two together because they thought it would be an interesting pair, a shy, introvert girl who had never been in any relationship and a friendly guy who got along with everyone, the one who had been in multiple relationships.
Of course, Y/N didn’t know how to differentiate if it was just a silly puppy crush, with love. She never knew if what she felt for Jude was just her desire to fall in love or she did genuinely fell in love with him.
“Hi, I’m Jude. Jude Bellingham.”
“Hi, I’m Y/N.”
Over the weeks, they got closer and closer. No one thought it would be a problem at all because, well, Jude can be friends with anyone.
“I really wanted to be a professional footballer.” He said, taking a bite from his burger. “I don’t think that is impossible, Jude. Look at you! You are so talented.” Y/N replied with a wide grin on her face. She had been to his friendly match before and Jude was indeed very talented. “You might even get picked to be in England national football team one day.”
“If I make it, then I want you to be there with me. As my girlfriend.”
“..what?” Y/N could have sworn this felt like an actual dream. Did he really ask her to be his girlfriend? Could this be a chance for her first ever relationship and could possibly be her one and only relationship?
She would have said yes straight away if it wasn’t for the sudden waves of anxiety. What if she made the wrong decision? What if she wasn’t ready? What if he was just playing around?
“I promise I’ll make it worth. I like you, Y/N. I really do.”
And she said yes. Because he promised,
but promises are meant to be broken.
Y/N did everything she could think of to make Jude the happiest boyfriend ever. She baked him cookies, she sent him a box of his favourite chocolates with handwritten letter to cheer him up when he lost his match, she spent days thinking about what she should give him as his birthday gift and she taught that those “relationships” she read and watched were indeed true, love was indeed the most beautiful thing a human could ever felt. Falling in love is like planting those roses and daisies in your heart and watched it grew to be a land of flowers.
But flowers will eventually wilt if you don’t keep taking care of it.
And soon she realised that Jude never reciprocate her actions. She was the only one who kept on flowering those flowers, Jude was just …..there, watching them getting limp.
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‘Did I try too hard? I thought I was making him happy. Did I annoy him? Am I not enough? I swear I tried my best to be there with him when he needed me. Am I not worthy of his love? Did he realised that I was not the girl he actually wanted?’ Y/N cried and cried as a train of negative thoughts kept on going round in her head.
But again, no one was there to tell her that she was worth even more. That he wasn’t even worth it. That she was perfect enough. That he wasn’t the one. That him leaving her with no explanation didn’t meant no one was gonna fall in love with her no more.
And Y/N then figured out that she said yes because she thought she found love and that maybe, she was too excited to know how it felt like to fall in love and how it felt to be loved by someone, that she was too blind to see that Jude asked her to be his girlfriend not because he was in love with her but because he wanted to be her first in everything, to feed his ego, to feel superior amongst his friends.
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judeandcardan · 10 months
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Lured (Part-1)
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He hated her defiant wicked mouth even worse, which was always ready to spew insults at him. And in the deepest, darkest, most secretive cranny of his brain, he thought of bringing his own cruel mouth against hers, her soft pink lips against his own, to shut her up once and for all.
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Cardan stared long and hard at the textbooks sprawled in front of him. He sighed — rather dramatically — and picked one of them, flipping it open to reveal a bunch of scribblings about the constellations and their meanings. He threw it away in sour distaste. He hated learning about things as impractical as constellations. He scoured the other books, none it seemed took his fancy any more than the first one. He huffed. Why did he have to learn about all these measly things? Shouldn’t being royal pardon him from his useless studies? He thought bitterly.
He thought of his lectures, of Valerian, Nicasia, and Locke. His mind on its own accord, unbidden, went to the mortal sisters. Even thinking the word “mortal” left a bitter taste in his mouth. He shook his head, determined not to sully his day with even the mere thought of the Duarte sisters.
He abruptly stood up from his tall elegant wooden chair, stalking off to the low bookshelf kept just beside his bed, to procure his copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass bound in one pretty green leather hardcover with intricate gold lettering made on it, stating its title. He sat back on his table keeping the book that Vivienne had lent to him months ago on the side of the table. Ever since then he had read it as many times as he could and naught a reading went by where his treacherous mind didn’t stray to Jude, Vivi’s very much mortal half-sister.
He hated Jude. He hated her. He hated her dull brown locks of hair. He hated her light-brown eyes — which he never got to look into closely enough to determine the exact color of them — that always gleamed with hatred at him. He hated the swell of her breasts and the sway of her hips. He hated the sound of her name and how it rolled off his tongue, leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, like poison. He hated even the shape of her name, the loop of the letter ‘J’ in it. He hated her mere existence, that sometimes when she was near, he thought he might just combust into flames. He hated her defiant wicked mouth even worse, which was always ready to spew insults at him. And in the deepest, darkest, most secretive cranny of his brain, he thought of bringing his own cruel mouth against hers, her soft pink lips against his own, to shut her up once and for all.
Distinctly he heard a satisfying snap of something brittle nearby, he looked down and clutched between his fingers was a quill. Well, a broken quill now. Beneath it was a sheet of yellow parchment with the name “Jude” written repeatedly on it over and over again until the whole parchment was full of it and ink stains. Cardan brought the yellow parchment delicately closer to him to inspect it with sharp scrutiny. In some places, he had pressed the nib so forcefully that the paper had torn. Rage, shame, and worst of all, desire flared up in his stomach engulfing him whole. He quickly folded the parchments and stuffed it in between the pages of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass repressing any feelings he felt in the past minute beneath the surface.
He then slowly, languidly, strolled towards his bed, seemingly without any care of the world. He then carefully laid down on it, smoothing out its crumpled satin sheets, he made sure to think of anything but Jude. He thought of the wide expanse of the midnight black night sky outdoors with millions of glittering stars adorning it like diamonds. He thought of the evergreen trees with their deep gold everapples and their sweet, intoxicating taste. He thought of the turquoise ocean, the one where Nicasia’s mother — the Queen of the Undersea — lived, the one where he visited with her when he was in — or at least what he thought he was in — love with her. He then thought of the cold breeze swaying his soft white linen shirt as he drank his red wine peacefully sitting on fresh earthy soil, flipping the pages of a book. He thought of—
Just then there was a sharp knock at his door, breaking Cardan out of his — Jude free — thought train. Cardan grumbled under his breath, clearly annoyed with the interruption.
“Yes?” He called out with his head resting comfortably on his soft pillow. Yet, there was no reply but more insistent knocking.
“Who is it?” Cardan asked again. This time the knocking stopped and instead the elegant gold doorknob in the shape of a gargoyle twisted ever so slowly as if urging Cardan to stop it, but he remained silent unable to say or do anything, as the door eventually flew open.
In front of him — or well rather the door — stood an elegant young lady togged up in a beautiful ombré ball gown, its color deepening from white near her throat, through the palest blue to the deepest indigo at her feet. Over that was stitched the stark outlines of trees, just the way Cardan saw them from his window as dusk fell. Over them, little crystal beads were sewn to represent stars. The lady’s face — or well half of it — was covered by a pale blue mask encrusted with diamonds.
She looked at him with fierce eyes, a fire in them so similar to Jude, he thought with a surprised blink. Her eyes which were the lightest shade of honey brown he had ever seen, looked at him from under her long thick brown lashes behind her mask. Her lustrous brown hair fell in cascading waves down her back. Her breathing was hard almost as if she had been doing some kind of physical exertion before coming here, unannounced, in Cardan’s chambers. The rise and fall of her chest accentuated her generous breasts, clad in the tight material of her gown.
Catching Cardan starting at her breasts, the woman smirked wickedly. Her lips were painted the deepest shade of coral. Cardan gulped. A strange mixture of desire and dread pooling in his stomach.
“Who are you?” Cardan asked, his voice breaking at the end as the woman took a step forward towards him. The woman didn’t reply.
“What do you want?” He asked breathlessly, not expecting a reply and indeed there was none. The woman merely tilted her head, as if curious to what he was going to say or do next. He didn’t do either of those things but simply stared at her, in awe of her beauty. The woman seemingly bored with him proceeded to move across the room, her skirt trailing after her. She stopped near Cardan’s table. Slowly, carefully, she picked up his Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass hardcover book kept on his table. She examined it closely, bringing it closer to her eyes, her expression remaining hidden beneath her mask. Then, she precariously kept the book back in its place and turned towards him to access him, just like a wilder fair folk might assess their prey. Her cold gaze swept over him, making Cardan shudder from the sheer intensity of it.
She stepped towards him, it took Cardan everything in him not to shrink back from her. Suddenly, she was by his side, sitting on the edge of his bed. She held up a hand and Cardan watched, awestruck, as she brushed back a stray strand of hair falling on his face.
“I—” Cardan began, his breathing shallow but the mysterious lady having none of that, held up a long slender finger over her own plump lips, shushing him, making him gulp. She smiled a wicked smile at seeing his reaction, showing off her perfect white teeth. She then slowly but surely brought her perfect coral lips to his unworthy mouth.
Cardan became as still as a marble statue. Her mouth was surprisingly soft against his. But after what seemed like too soon she broke off from him. She stared at him, her face as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. Cardan daringly brought his shaking hand to her neck, beckoning her forward for another kiss. He was like a fairie starved for another sip of his favorite wine, begging for it. Fortunately, the woman, sitting beside him, was more than happy to serve it to him, if her smile, slow and sensual, was any indication at all.
Encouraged, Cardan brought her face closer to his by the hand still kept on her neck. Stopping, just as they were close enough for a kiss. He stared into her eyes, which seemed to hold all the answers, and promises, of the universe within them. Such a deep shade of honey was in them that Cardan was reminded of Jude as she spread honey over her bread, sitting on the white blanket with the stupid red stripes over it which she brought with her at every one of her lectures to sit on, laughing at some silly joke with her twin. Appalled by his traitorous thoughts of the rash mortal, he finally brought his lips to the exquisite-looking female, driving all his attention to the feel of her lips against his.
He groaned into her mouth, the sound embarrassingly desperate. Cardan could even feel the woman’s lip curve up into a smug smile against his. The woman never once breaking their kiss, moved to straddle his lap, rubbing herself against him, making Cardan moan with pleasure and desperation. Bringing her as close to him as possible, Cardan kissed her hard and rough something the woman was more than happy to retaliate with her own brutal kisses. Their mouths slipped together effortlessly, teeth over lips over tongues.
Seemingly done with kissing, the woman moved to place some hot, open-mouthed, sloppy kisses against his jaw and down his neck. Cardan was sure that by the next night, there would be a variety of bright red marks blossoming his pale skin that he would have to glamour them away but he couldn’t care less at the moment, as the woman’s mouth moved lower and lower until it reached the collar of his loose linen shirt. She looked up at him with inquisitive brown eyes and Cardan nodded, knowing what she was asking for. Nimble hands unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, showcasing his defined pale muscles. He wouldn’t describe himself to be particularly muscular but rather lean muscular but that seemed to please the lady enough as she continued the journey of her kisses down his chest, stopping just above his waist.
Leisurely, tantalizingly, taking her precious time, she slowly undid the silver buttons of his breeches, dragging them down slowly, her nails lightly scraping against his skin, the sensation weirdly pleasant. Surprisingly, she kissed him again. Long yet slow. Teasing yet sensual. Reverent yet careless. Cardan sighed into her mouth as her calloused hands gently moved through his smooth black hair, making her giggle into his mouth at the sound. A corner of Cardan’s soft mouth quirked up by her tinkling laugh. He almost thoughtlessly, caressingly fondled her sharp jaw with his thumb. The touch so reverent that it scared him. Even with Nicasia never had he ever truly been vulnerable. Even as they lay bare, with their limbs entangled, their breathing hard and their faces flushed with ecstasy had he ever felt this exposed as he felt now, with a stranger. A stranger wearing a pale blue silk mask.
Her small hand slithered down his chest, down his stomach, and came to rest on his waist. She cocked her head to the side, looking up at him, asking him for his consent. He nodded fervently, desperate to be touched. By her, his mind added automatically. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice as she uncertainly gripped his hard length, making him let out a harsh animal-like sound from the back of his throat. Breathing wildly, he looked down at the woman, her pupils were dilated, the black swallowing up the deep honey of her eyes, and a self-assured smirk graced her mouth. Cardan watched, mesmerized, as she slowly, more confidently, started moving her hand up and down his length.
Cardan threw his head back, pleasure and hunger humming through his body in wild waves of desire. Hunger for something more. Hunger for her. Hunger to have her body as close to him as it was possible. Hunger to have her moan his name in frenzied bliss as she pleasured herself with him.
He could still feel her rough hand move up and down over and over against him. Squeezing and caressing him from the base to the tip but what he wasn’t ready for was for her to take him in her mouth. He gasped as he felt the warmness of her mouth surround him. He watched in rapt attention — careful not to blink so as not to miss anything — as she took him whole in her mouth. He watched as she bobbed her head on his length, sucking when necessary. He was so close. So close to reaching his sweet long awaited climax, but just when he thought he could hold himself back no longer, she stopped and with a resounding ‘pop’ removed him from her mouth. He thought that he might have groaned with frustration and as the woman’s mouth connected with his lips again, his frustration only heightened with each brush of lips. The kiss was chaste but filthy at the same time. Almost as if she was apologizing to him for not giving him his sweet release but also promising something much better as her hands roamed his chest with reckless abandon.
Abruptly, she stood up, away from him, making a noise of protest, he said, “Why—” but the sentence died on his tongue as she tortuously slowly, began undressing herself. She first slipped off one of her flimsy sleeves then the other and then pushed the dress down all together until it pooled in a mess of blue at her ankles. Stepping out of it, she was left standing just in her underclothes but it was of a very different kind, he realized with a start. When he came to think of it, her curves were far too voluminous to belong to any fey. But all thoughts left his head as she reached behind her back and the strange blue under cloth covering her breasts fell to the ground. He almost groaned at the sight of her bare perfectly round breasts. Then, she pushed down her underwear until she stood naked in front of him. Before Cardan could so much as utter a single sound she straddled his waist again, kissing him, hard and hungry, parting his lips with her own, delving her tongue between his mouth.
Then, detaching her rosy swollen lips from his equally swollen ones. She moved to kiss his neck again but before she had time to do anymore, Cardan flipped them over so she was lying beneath him with his arms supporting his weight so he didn’t crush her completely but looking at her he couldn’t think that she could be crushed by anyone, but still he held himself up by his arms, anyway. Just in case.
The woman’s eyes went wide like saucers clearly surprised but pleased by this new change of position. He threw a lazy smirk at her and she laughed one of her rare laughs — rough and low — throwing her head back and exposing her neck to him. Cardan immediately began peppering the woman’s neck with kisses and her laugh turned into a long drawn-out moan. Pleased with himself, he made his journey down her neck and onto her chest, paying special attention to her breasts with his mouth, eliciting sounds sweeter than the sweetest of wines from her mouth.
One of his hands moved down to her thighs, nearing the region between her legs. He teased the woman mercilessly by never quite touching the spot he knew she ached the most. Just when he thought she might yell at Cardan with frustration and anger he finally gave in and touched her. He cursed under his breath. She was soaking wet. He tried to not let that get into his head but the rush of knowing that he caused this was as heady as the strongest of wines, if not even more so.
He parted her folds, rubbing small circles on her clit as she made sounds sweeter than everapple which fell on his desperate ears, instantly going to his throbbing length. He inserted two fingers inside of her, making her grasp and scratch his back hard enough to draw blood. Soon enough, he moved his head between her legs too, his tongue licking and sucking, determined to make her come. She tasted so sweet and bitter at the same time. Like poison, he thought.
He continued his ministrations till he felt her clench around his long slender fingers, obviously reaching her release. Her moans filled the room, echoing around it until she quietened, and then gingerly Cardan removed his fingers from her and moved up to kiss her, sweet and slow. He knew she could taste her own arousal on his lips but she didn’t seem to mind, she simply kissed him back, her fingers threading through his soft black hair.
She lightly pushed him back, surprised Cardan looked at her but seeing the mischievous glint in her eyes he laughed and lifted himself up from her to lay on the other side of the bed. She soon enough followed him to move over him, kissing him lightly before positioning her sopping heat over his length. She slowly as if keen on tormenting him even further, took him inside her. Whimpering, she slid even further down him, making Cardan groan loudly and grip her hips in a desperately poor attempt to hold onto any shred of sanity that he currently possessed.
The woman, once adjusted to the size of him, began to move more swiftly on him. Soon, her movements became reckless, wild, hasty, and brisk, that even Cardan had trouble keeping up. Fairies never did what this woman was currently doing with him. Fairies tumbled, they frolicked, they made love, they took hours to discover each other’s bodies, never in haste, always taking their precious time and Cardan never complained, he liked it, but currently lying beneath this woman as she took her sweet pleasure from him, he didn’t know if he could go back to the ways of the fair folk. He didn’t want to go back to the ways of the fair folk.
Cardan watched as if under a spell — though that wasn’t possible as no one knew his real name — as the woman’s movements began to waver, her release obviously close. Deciding to take matters into his own hand, he flipped the woman again — with her laying on her back and him hovering above her.
He slammed into her, never had he ever been this wild while making love, if one could even call it that. He was so out of control and he loved every second of it. It was the most free he had ever been since, well, forever.
The woman gasped under him, her eyes scrunched up, face down. He tilted her head up with one of his slender fingers and said, “Open your eyes, please.” He was practically begging but he didn’t care because she listened to him and opened her mesmerizingly stunning eyes, her eyes that were now so dark and filled with desire and reckless wildness, that even staring at them almost made him come.
“I—I can’t hold on much longer,” He murmured, hot against her ear. Apparently, that was enough for her to fall over the edge as she came around him, pretty little moans falling from her mouth. Just by the sounds alone he soon followed her into the sweet blissful afterglow daze.
He lay still against her, his breathing hard. When he finally calmed down, he looked up at her with half-lidded eyes, she was watching him. He smiled, and she smiled back a toothy smile. She looked without any care in the world as she lay beneath him, a small, genuine, smile plastered on her face. Cardan was sure he looked the same. He never knew you could feel this kind of feeling, this sweet nothingness, that he was currently feeling with anyone, let alone a stranger, yet here he was, freer and happier than he had ever been his whole life.
“I—” He began, then reconsidering, “It just occurred to me that…we just made love and I haven’t even seen your face.” And Indeed he hadn’t. She still wore her pale blue mask, hiding her whole face, except her deliciously swollen red mouth. He was proud to see that he had done that to her, but looking at it, he noticed that the smile she wore slipped off. He panicked, fearing he had said the wrong thing and ruined this beautiful moment he was having with her, one where he was not a prince but just a mere boy laying in the arms of his lover that he just met, but then, she smiled slightly and he felt his worries evaporate in thin air.
She slowly lifted her arms and then her head, just an inch, from the pillow where it currently lay, to undo the knots tying her mask together. He watched as she gently removed it from her face and he stilled immediately. His breathing stopped, it even seemed that his heart had altogether stopped beating itself too. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He wouldn’t believe his eyes. But as he stared at the woman’s face it could not be denied that she was who he feared she was. Jude.
He abruptly threw himself off her, horrified. The woman, no, Jude, just slanted her head as if in mild confusion, as if she couldn’t understand why he was freaking out. He wanted to yell at her to get out of his chambers but all he did was point an accusing finger at her and hiss, with all the vehemence he could gather, “You.”
Jude stared at him for a moment, then laughed, as if the whole ordeal was beyond hilarious to her. Lifting an amused eyebrow at him, she said, “Yes, me.”
“I—I will—” He stuttered stupidly, at a loss of words.
“You will what?” She asked, mildly interested. She stood up from the bed to stand in front of him and tilted her head as if waiting for him to continue and finish his sentence. He stared blankly at her, he also didn’t know what he was going to say because all he could think about at that moment, was Jude, standing naked in front of him. The familiar pit of desire opened up in his stomach once again but he closed it up. What he couldn’t stop though was glancing, for a fleeting moment, at her luscious lips, but unfortunately for him, Jude, who never missed anything, of course, saw this and smirked.
“Oh, Cardan,” She said, leaning in towards him, close enough for a kiss. His eyes fluttered shut automatically in anticipation, in want. He closed his eyes even harder as if somehow that would make this any less real and hide his growing desire for her.
“You really do want me,” She whispered, her mouth mere inches apart from him, “and you hate it.” With that, she brought her dangerous mouth to his own traitorous one. She kissed him, slow and rough, and he let her.
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Cardan woke up with a start, cold sweat coating his pale skin, desire running wild through his body like a fast-flowing river ready to drown anything that came in between it. He looked around his room, trying to look for Jude, but then it dawned on him that he had been dreaming. It all had been a dream. Kissing Jude was a…dream. Making love to her was a dream. He shook his head as if somehow trying to rid his head of the ungodly image his brain was currently replaying, one that featured a very cloth-less Jude. Ungodly and not real, he reminded himself furiously.
He took a couple of deep breaths, willing himself to calm down, trying to think unpleasant thoughts about Jude, but none currently came to his mind. He was in a lot of trouble, he thought, appalled.
Horror, shame, anger, and worst of all stupid hope pooled in his stomach. He threw himself off his bed, opening up the shelf where he kept all the alcohol he possessed. Well, all the alcohol he possessed in his chambers, at least.
He grabbed himself a bottle of red wine, immediately opening it up and chugging it from the bottle straight. He couldn’t be sober for this. He wouldn’t be sober for this. When the familiar, soothing, taste of wine filled his mouth did he finally calm down. The sweet and bitter wine — like her, he thought but abruptly dismissed — guzzled down his neck and into his stomach, cooling down the intense feelings that seemed to overwhelm him until he couldn’t breathe.
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Later that night, as he took a fairie with long ash-blonde hair and brown barky skin to bed, he thought of Jude and he hated every single second of it.
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*.·:·.✦ another lifetime ✦.·:·.*
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pairing: jude bellingham x black female oc (named her Nevaeh)
summary: in which when a life ends, another one begins
author's note: ummm…….i’m sorry guys. inspired by nao's 'another lifetime' song
warnings: mention of car accident and death
word count: 1856
“It’s gonna be a bit cold”
The translucid gel dripped on Nevaeh’s belly as she laid down on the hospital bed. The obstetrician spread the gel around the round stomach using her little sound instrument. She clicked a button, turning on the screen.
Nevaeh watched it move around until appeared the perfectly-formed baby silhouette. Her eyes gazed at the black and white image in awe.
“There she is”
“Looks like she’s sucking her thumb” Nevaeh pointed before looking at her left.
At her left sat Jude, whose leg couldn’t stop shaking out of excitement. His eyes glistened as he watched his baby girl.
His longtime girlfriend Nevaeh and him were expecting a little girl. Today was their last ultrasound before their baby’s arrival, due in two weeks. And the same as the others, they were in wonder in front of their little creation.
“She’s getting in the right position to get out” The doctor pointed on the screen. “But the due date stays the same”
She told them a few more information on the baby’s vitals and on the upcoming birth before the visit ended. The couple checked out of the clinic before leaving out of the building. Jude's hand automatically reached for Nevaeh's, tangling them together as he rubbed his thumb on her hand.
They walked to Jude’s car swaying their hands together. Once they both got in, Jude booked a Uber for Nevaeh since she had to go home and him, to training. As they waited for her driver to arrive, they sat in a comfortable silence. 
Jude occasionally left soft kisses on his girlfriend’s cheek.
Nevaeh was the apple of Jude’s eye. She could always catch him lost staring. He admired her brown skin glowing in the sun that he loved so much. Her braids that she insisted on getting to be comfortable to give birth. Her naturally curved eyelashes moving as Nevaeh closed her eyes.
“You can’t sleep now, baby” Jude smiled seeing her tired expression. He knew how much Nevaeh hated to be woken up out of a nap, so he didn’t want to take the risk to make her mad, even more now that she was nine months pregnant.
“This driver need to come, I wanna sleep”
Deciding to stay awake, Nevaeh took her phone out, opening the Instagram app only to be met with her baby-filled feed. Her eyes shined from the overload cuteness, tears filling her eyes.
“Why are you crying, babe?” Jude asked, trying hard not to laugh. “It’s the babies again?”
“I just can’t wait, Nugs” Nevaeh called him by the affectionate nickname she gave him years prior. “Like, we’re going to be parents, and it feels like a dream come true” She ranted, full-blown crying. “Because I could not imagine another person to start a family with than with the person I love the most, and that’s you”
Her words had left Jude speechless. Nevaeh was shy when it comes to vocalise her feelings. She would write him letters to express her love, but the hormones had made her talk more and let her emotions out to him.
“I love you too” He responded with a grin. “And I can’t wait for her to arrive too. You’re my forever best friend and will be the greatest mom of all moms”
They exchanged a kiss and Jude went down to kiss her stomach, the baby kicking instantly. They observed her belly move as their daughter’s feet moved.
“Time for you to go” Jude realised the Uber had just came. He walked out the car going to open Nevaeh’s and help her out the vehicle. He accompanied her to the car, settling her in and not forgetting to drop a peck on her forehead.
“Bye Nugs I love you”
“I love you, babe”
………
Nevaeh's hand rested on her pregnant belly, feeling her daughter's light kicks against her palm. Her eyelids were now heavier and she started to doze off. Before she could, she heard the driver shout.
Nevaeh didn't get to look at what happened that her head was projected to the top of the car. Nevaeh crouched as much as she could, protecting her child as the car flipped over and over again. 
The scene looked straight out of a horror movie. The sound of windows shattering, the screams, the metal dropping on the concrete. 
Bypassers ran to the crashed Honda, ambulance already called over. A deadly atmosphere filled the space around. The violence of the accident left no hope to them for anybody to be alive as they still looked inside.
“There’s a pregnant woman!” One of them shouted seeing Nevaeh’s hands around her belly.
She opened her eyes once it stopped, only for them to be blinded by the smoke in the car. She could only mumble weakly "Nugs" before falling unconscious.
...........
"Jude"
At the call of his name, the man started running towards to get the ball from his teammates and shoot it in the goal. He went back to his place with his head down, breathing hard. As he looked up, he saw the club’s secretary, Louise, call him over.
He furrowed his eyes the closer he got to Louise, catching her worried face expression.
“What’s wrong?”
She stumbled on her words, struggling to form a sentence. She finally took a deep breath before breaking the news clearly.
“You need to get to the hospital quick, Nevaeh had got into a bad car accident-”
Louise could not even finish her sentence that he had took off running to his phone and car keys and rush to his pregnant girlfriend.
Each minute spent in the car felt like an hour. His sweaty hands gripped the steering wheel harder every time he had to stop at a red light. He silently prayed for his girlfriend and daughter to be alright and kept all negatives thoughts out of his mind.
At the hospital, he pratically ran to the front desk.
“Hello, I’m looking for my girlfriend” He managed to say in a calm voice. “She had gotten in a car accident earlier”
The nurse looked on her computer before answering to him.
“Third floor, the elevator’s on the far right” She pointed the direction.
Jude thanked her quickly before rushing to the third floor. He cut road of the first doctor that came his way.
“Excuse me, do you know where’s my girlfriend, she got in a car accident”
“Oh yeah, I’ll check, just wait there”
Jude did as told going to the waiting room. He tried to sit still but got up the next minute pacing back and forth in the room and sitting again. He repeated the cycle until a nurse came into the room, catching his attention.
“Are you here for a certain Nevaeh ?”
“Yes, can I see her ?” He immediately asked, frustrated to see her shake her head.
“Not yet. But there’s somebody else who wants to see you”
Jude was confused for a bit, not knowing who he had to see other than his partner. But one look at the nurse’s face made it clear in his mind. She was here.
He followed behind the nurse to a room, with another nurse inside. He approached them to see a newborn girl move around. His newborn girl.
“Look who’s there to see you” One of the nurse cooed. “You’d like to hold her”
“Obviously”
His face now held the biggest smile, showing his white teeth.
“Okay, take off your shirt and sit there”
Jude did as told as she set his daughter on his chest. The little baby gesticulated slowly before settling.
Jude stayed stiff, intimidated by this tiny little human, which the nurse had caught on.
“Relax” She said with a chuckle, earning one from Jude too. “We’re here if anything happens”
They reassured him the first few minutes before setting back, seeing that he felt more comfortable.
Finally alone with his child, Jude took a look to take in her features. Her fair skin from just being born. Her little head, her little hands, her little legs. She looked so tiny in his hands, fragile as porcelain. He watched her eyes opening and closing. Her dark brown eyes, just like her mom’s.
He snapped a quick picture as the nurses came to him.
“Seems like dad is handling it well”
Jude smiled while keeping his eyes on his little one.
“She has a lot of hair too” He rubbed the short black hair. “Nevaeh’s gonna be so happy to not have had heart burns for nothing”
The nurses face expression changed instantly. Their wide smiles were now replaced with concerning looks. It was silent for a few seconds before the one that took him to see his baby spoke.
“Unfortunately, Nevaeh didn’t survive the accident, I’m sorry”
Her voice resonated as if the room was entirely empty.
After the birth of their daughter, he didn’t even think of Nevaeh not being alright too.
“How c- what happened?”
“She…died shortly after the baby was born. I guess she used her last forces into giving birth”
Jude stared into space and his hand mechanically caressed his baby’s skin. A baby he never imagined raising without Nevaeh. Within hours, he had gone through the best and worst moments of his life, his mind split from happiness and sadness.
Jude walked out of the room minutes later, his head hanging low and feet dragging. He joined his family that he had called earlier. They quickly got up at his sight and Denise first started talking.
“How are they?”
“Little girl is here and healthy”
“And Nevaeh?”
His silence spoke louder than words could ever done. Since the news was broken to him, Jude had kept himself from crying, scared that his daughter could feel his sadness. But as soon as his mother wrapped her arms around him, all the tears bottled inside escaped his eyes. 
He cried, his head snuggled in Denise’s chest, feeling like a child again. A child who just fell and needed a hug. His heart got hurt and needed comfort. Denise’s hand gently rubbed the back of his neck while reassuring him. Just like Nevaeh does. 
Like she used to do.
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judebellingham I've never imagined having to write this. Nothing could have prepared me for it. Losing my best friend but also welcoming another one. And for that Nevaeh I thank you. For gathering the little rest of strength into bringing our love into this world, that you cherished so much. Best believe she'll be reminded of that every day. She looks just like you aswell. I wish you could see her. Sometimes it's hard to not have you by my side, but there's always someone to help me. So I should be alright. I hope you are granted Heaven. Because that is what you are. You were my Heaven on Earth. Heaven is your name. And that's where we'll meet again. I’ll see you in another lifetime. Until then, I’ll take good care of little Shaili, I promise. I love you both with all my heart 🐻‍❄️🤍 - Nugs
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1st anniversary (Vic's epilogue)
William Victor Victor epilogue
I didn't expect that it would take me so long to read this. The story isn't that long, but this time the translator just didn't want to work properly. He gives me a completely different translation every time. And a couple of times my brain just shut down. But in the end, I got the meaning. Hopefully, I chose the right one)
The epilogue start with a letter from the Queen. The Queen has great faith in Kate and asks her to check if Victor is suitable for the Crown. So basically their roles were switched.
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Victor was suspended from work as punishment for violating the Queen's direct order (not to tell Kate about the agreement). Kate thought he would be upset about it, but he spends his free time helping all the boys, even Jude. Vic did his job very quickly and efficiently, so Jude actually doubted that he was human.
Kate was watching all this with a smile when suddenly someone patted her on the back. William…
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He said that Her Majesty herself was in the Victor's office and asked Kate to come for a private conversation. Kate is terrified. But William calms her down.
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Well, she pretended to be her once or twice… who wouldn't be afraid to meet the original. Maybe she's not happy about it or (oh dear Lord) offended… And don't forget about the assignment. She hasn't written the report yet. What to do… What to do… Yes… I would definitely be horrified...
When Kate arrived at Victor's office, only Victor was there.
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She was surprised that he lied, and he teased her a little.
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Kate thinks she's never seen this side of him.
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You know, girl, you probably don't know him at all… He was thinking about it at this event…
And that he himself looks like darkness. And somehow she starts to like it, and she even follows it (darkness = Victor) everywhere.
Victor asks what her opinion of him is. After all, she's been watching him all day. Victor shows the agreement he wrote as an example
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I was right… they are all different.
And he pushes her to a chair, indicating that she should write. She sits down, but she can't write while he's looking at her.
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Just the thought of it makes her blush (I presume, considering his reaction).
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So she went to her room and wrote
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And again, we see mostly Victor, whom we are used to seeing… Cheerful, helpful and kind. But his teasing, which is becoming more obvious, and his puchy side, which does not allow Kate to relax around him, lead us to think how controlling, overwhelming and aggressive he truely is. I'm not sure yet, but the picture called "Victor" has become less blurry in my eyes.
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Cardan’s letters pov
Part 2: nearer
A/n: this part is a fair bit longer lmk if you wanna be tagged for the other parts
Part 1. Part 3
I stared at Taryn from across the room. She was laughing at something a courtier had said. I’d contemplated asking her if she’d heard from Jude, but as far as I knew she still thought Jude and I hated each other. And asking as to her well-being would be suspicious.
“Cardan.”
It took all my self control to not flinch at that voice.
I turned to him, “Locke.”
“You seem to be particularly gloomy tonight.”
I ignored him and looked at the faeries, all of them drunk or drinking, laughing and dancing. Happy.
“You could have you pick of any of them.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Maybe more than just one. Wouldn’t be the first time now would it?”
I wish Jude was here. I’d ask her to stab him. Not so bad that he would die, just enough to shut him up.
I’d been like that the past weeks. I’d sent the letter 8 days ago. She’d now been gone for 19 days. If past Cardan could see me know, moping over a mortal, fantasising about my former best friend getting stabbed, not even touching the wine in my hand, he’d laugh and sneer, call me pathetic.
“No it would not.” I still didn’t look at him.
“This mood wouldn’t have to do with a certain Duarte sister’s recent exile would it?”
“In case you’ve forgotten, Locke,” I threw as much venom into his name as possible. “I exiled her, I knew exactly what I was doing.”
“Yes well, usually by now you’d be drunk out of your mind, a few lovely ladies draped over you and a gaggle of courtiers hanging off your every alcohol-slurred word.” He laughed. “Seems that that crown has made you rather boring.”
I wanted to throw said crown at him.
“Come join the party, a bed that big is surely too big for only one.”
There was only one woman I wanted in my bed. And she was currently in the mortal world.
“Perhaps you should be more worried about the amount of people who may be in your wife’s bed.” I threw a pointed glance at Taryn, standing awfully close to a green-haired faerie.
I would bet my title that Locke had not stayed loyal to his wife. The fae had twisted views on fidelity to one’s spouse, it was frowned upon, but also expected, especially among the likes of Locke, who believed they could do whatever they wished, I wouldn’t be surprised if Taryn took another lover to balance it all out. I had no intentions of ever betraying the trust of my wife.
Though I had already done that when I exiled her hadn’t I?
Locke didn’t even look at Taryn. Since we were both married to a Duarte sister, that technically made us brothers, though I would rather be drowned than ever acknowledge that to him.
“What my wife chooses to do with her spare time is none of my concern.”
Yes, like pretend to be her sister and trick the king into removing his general from his oaths, allowing him to do whatever he wants.
“Did you have any particular reason for bothering me Locke?” I looked at him, brows raised, unamused.
“Yes, about my birthday.”
“Your birthday is in five months.” That was it?
“Yes, I have something extravagant planned and I-”
I could see where this was going. “You are not using my gold to pay for your foolish personal revels, you have enough of your own.”
There was a flash of anger in his gaze as he said, “Very well. It appears some of Jude’s sensibility rubbed off on you,” and he left.
Good riddance.
I turned my attention back to studying Taryn. Everyone said they were identical, and they were, but I could tell the difference. Taryn didn’t seem to glow the way Jude did. Didn’t draw attention, didn’t make me want to do foolish things like declare how I felt for the world, risk war simply to get her back, do the things that haunted my most depraved thoughts.
Or maybe I couldn’t, since Taryn had fooled me. But I had been poisoned. And she had a strange quality to her skin.
I got up from the throne and left the party, walking to my room.
I was going to write another letter to Jude.
Locke was right, the bed was too big for just one. So I had to convince my wife to come back to me, to join me in that bed.
Jude,
Please come home, back to me, I need you
Why was putting my thoughts into words so difficult?
Maybe I should’ve been paying attention in school instead of getting drunk and spending half my time tormenting Jude and the other half staring at her and hoping no one noticed.
There had to be a reason she hadn’t come back didn’t there?
I assumed she was staying with Vivienne in the mortal lands, where Oak was as well. One would think if anything happened to her Vivienne would tell me, or at least tell Taryn, and if Taryn heard, Locke would, and he would undoubtedly lord it over me.
No.
Jude was stronger than that. She would never let anything in the mortal lands harm her, even if through nothing but force of will.
I wondered if her every waking moment was as filled with thoughts of me as mine were of her.
The guard had assured me that the last letter had made it to a messenger, so I didn’t see how she would not get it.
There was only one other reason she wasn’t coming back: me.
Had she felt that betrayed by the exile that she was staying away to spite me? Was the thought of being married to me, being my queen, that horrible that she didn’t want to come back? It seemed like something she would do.
Jude,
Since I cannot imagine there is much in the human lands to interest you, I can only suppose your continued absence in Elfhame is due to me.
I urge you. Come be angry at a nearer distance.
Cardan
I refrained from begging her to come back. Though if she didn’t respond to this I very well might.
If I had any clue where she was I’d go there personally. But I’d need to ask Taryn, and I did not want to talk to her.
This time I personally took the letter to a messenger I found scampering through a hallway. Half human male. Might be inclined to deliver a letter to another human.
“Make sure this gets to her.”
He nodded and took off, no questions as to why the king was sending a letter to his exiled seneschal.
It was out of my hands now.
All I could do was wait.
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When it’s Valentine’s Day and you have a baby girl with Jude. He would wake up early to buy you flowers and make both of you breakfast. Then he would wake both you up to surprise you. Then he would take out your daughter for the afternoon so they have their own little date. Then he gets someone to give you a letter and another gift which is a dress and heels he got for you and a letter telling you to get ready for you date. When they come back Jude also gets ready for your date and you get ready while holding your daughter and your telling her you are g restful for Jude and he hears you saying this. At the restaurant he tells you how greatfuk he is to have you as his wife and mother of his child
oh he’d be so sweet w his daughter :(( getting her flowers and chocolates, a teddy bear, a card, maybe a cute little bracelet or earrings like just something so sweet and meaningful and he’d wake her up to give it to her before making breakfast for u and her while youse cuddle in bed and u open the little gifts he got u (he’d definitely buy u soooo much expensive jewellery but wld give it to u on the date). but then him and her having a little daddy/daughter date, maybe just to the cinema or something like that so he can treat her bc he wants to spoil both of his girls and he wants her to know that when she’s older this is the exact treatment she deserves. but then her helping u get ready for the date and both of u talking abt how much u love jude and how caring he is and ur saying ur so grateful for him and he hears it all and just has this massive grin on his face and is later just thanking u for giving him the perfect little family that he adores so much
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The English Love Deception
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Jude Bellingham X Reader ft Trent Alexander Arnold
synopsis: Y/n's crush Trent sends her a wedding invitation to his wedding with the person y/n hates the most. Y/n is in a major need for a plus one and a job. Will the rich rude arrogant boy next door be of help?wc: 1988 words
warnings in this part: swearing
a/n: This is my first time writing an enemies to lovers fanfic so do tell me what do you think and if i should work on a part 2. If you have any requests do let me know.
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You wake up in your dark bedroom with the only source of light being the eerie-looking full moon. Mind you your room is cute af, but now the room was greenish-dark with extremely weird vibes.
The glass door, which doubles as a window and a door to your backyard, is naked with no curtains viewing your backyard, which now seems to be some sort of a graveyard with graves of random people you don't know.
Despite the uncanny silence, all was fine until a shadow of a man limping in your backyard approaching the door/window whatever it is.
Because of your unlimited intelligence and your possession of a one-of-a-kind brain, you elegantly slid the door to your backyard because stupid you wants to see the danger.
Well, no shit you’re the character that dies first in a horror movie. The one that goes, "oh let's go check out that very creepy-looking, dusty, filled with cobwebs, desolate house with the ripped curtains cause why not it looks absolutely safe haha."
So you slid the door open and some cool vapour gushed into the room. Do you stop? hell no. You look at the dead-looking limping man who now appears to be wearing some sort of football jersey. Yup, it's a zombie what do we do ummm maybe run? you just stays there waiting for him as he moves his rotten hand towards you and says, "you know what's ridiculously tasty?"
You definitely need to stop watching these Neymar edits on TikTok 'cause now this man is not only haunting your fyp he is haunting your nightmares too.
You wake up from the dream looking at the clock to find it saying 7 pm. You have slept the whole day and the reason behind that is your man, the love of your life, the only boy you have crushed on who happened to be your best friend too has sent you an invitation to his wedding.
Trent Alexander Arnold, the Liverpool football player, was getting engaged to the person you hate the most in the entire world, Hannah Atkins.
Trent and you were neighbours and very close friends before he moved when he signed with Liverpool. You used to rant to him day and night about that ugly ass bitch Hannah whose main job in this world is to make your life a living hell by spreading rumours in our friend group and whatnot. He used to comfort you and tell you how to deal with her.
However, due to distance, the communication decreased, but your connection was still there.
That was until pretty Hannah, who somehow got her hands on a love letter you wrote to Trent that you never meant to send to him anyway.
You thought you writing a letter will help you move on from him but little did you know was it ruined everything. She sent him the letter and it ended up with him politely rejecting you and I quote, "you were like a little sister of mine whom I'll continue to support forever."
"Well I don't think you're supporting me Trent when you send me a wedding invitation letter with your name and Hannah's name together," you mumble to yourself.
He's getting married to Hannah next week. You know it's been a year since the Trent incident but you still can't help but feel betrayed by him and you can't fight the urge to slap the shit out of that Hannah.
You got up and remembered that your girls bunny and MJ are coming over and the house has close to nothing to feed the girls.
You lazily put on a random hoodie of yours and throw your hair in a messy bun because you’re not like other girls *wink*. You’re going to the grocery store across the street you down need to go all out so you won't bother to wear your contacts your glasses will suffice for now. Nothing is gonna happen anyway, right?
You leave the house and walk by your neighbours' fancy house You always can't help but stare in awe at it every time you pass by only to be interrupted by their dog who happens to hate your guts. You wonder if you happen to meet the owners of the house will they hate you too
The dog has some serious issues with you cause whenever you pass it starts going crazy and barking loudly this doesn't usually happen with other pedestrians.
You get to the store and start making your way to the snacks aisle choosing them good good chips and as you make your way back to the cart you bump into something that sends your glasses flying away.
"I'm so sorry ma'am," you hurry to say to what you assumed is a female as you without your glasses equal useless.
"ma'am? and I thought my day couldn't get any worse. Even you a monkey-looking desk think I'm a girl now," he, who turns out not to be a she, replies.
You sense that you’re getting humiliated and despite seeing nothing but a blurry tall figure you won't stop and watch your dignity getting spat at.
"what's the attitude bro? You bumped into me, my glasses fell and I apologised when it was actually your fault. If you please hand me my glasses so that I can take a clear look at the person with enough confidence to call me a monkey-looking desk"
"Listen dumbo I don't have time for this BS I got more important matters to solve like dealing with this cheater of a bitch. I have seriously had enough of the female population today," he says as he types something on his phone aggressively.
"I can see why she- I mean I can't see but I can sense the reason behind her cheating I actually pray for her mental health after dating such a man with a lack of self-respect as yourself."
"You're talking big when you don't know who you're talking to," he says with a lower tone in an obvious attempt to intimidate me.
"I don't give a damn who you are I see disrespect I say disrespect. Apparently, your girlfriend saved herself from an ugly crazy dude now it's my turn to do the same."
You tried to move away from him, but you could tell he was getting closer when you instinctively backed away until you found your back pressed to a refrigerator.
"I admire your courage," he puts your glasses on your face and said, " now do tell you do you still think I'm undeserving of the confidence I emit as you said now that Dora the explorer got her vision back?"
You look up to look him in the eyes to find him deeply staring into yours. The distance between you can be measured by a ruler literally. You were at a loss of words your eyes were busy eating him up that your brain wasn't comprehending what was happening.
You were so angry that this man who was indeed taking your breath away. If there is one thing you are not, you are not delusional. You can tell an attractive man when you see one and you admit it to yourself. You should not cower down but something about the way he was looking at you captivated you and it seems he noticed it too as a little smirk grows on his face.
"Cat got your tongue? Now that your vision is back you can't speak? Should i take off those glasses off of you for a sneaky reply?"
"All I have to do is scream and you won't like what will happen to that pretty valuable face of yours," you should try to get away safely and peacefully but the boiling blood in your veins thinks otherwise.
After he uttered those words he doesn't budge but continues to stare you down and study your features as if by doing so he will carve your picture in his brain and curse you forever. You didn't even notice that he left until someone asked if the shopping cart belongs to you.
You return back home to find your friends Bunny and MJ already inside waiting for you. They know your passcode and you trust them with your life.
"Girl, where have you been? We've been waiting for a while now," Bunny says.
"I'm so sorry guys I went to get us something to eat," you said while setting the plastic bags, "I don't think today is my day."
"I don't think any day is gonna be your day if you keep yourself locked in his place," MJ says taking the bags and opening them.
"MJ don't say it like that!" Bunny cries trying to sugarcoat MJ's usual bluntness. They complete each other and you are so thankful for having them in you life.
"so the both of you think I'm a loner with zero life and now that we received those wedding invites my life is ruined," you say as you noticed them taking out their invitation letters form their bags simultaneously.
"umm pretty much," MJ responds. "No of course not," said bunny pushing MJ as she walks to you. You know she thinks so but Bunny would never admit that to your face.
"oh god"
"More importantly, are you going or not? cause you definitely should" MJ said drawing your attention to the fact that you forgot that now you got an invitation you should respond.
"As much as I hate to but I must but there are two things stopping me now" you tell them sitting on the cough crossing your legs while open a bag of hot chips.
"which are?"
"i need a plus one," you responded. No, the invitation didn't say so but you said so.
"Do you need a plus one or do you want a plus one?" Bunny questioned reading your mind and actually knowing the answer to her question.
"I need a plus one. I can't show up to the wedding alone. My pride would never plus it'd would be a sign to Trent that I've moved on and I don't need him or his so-called support."
"What's the other problem?" MJ asked taking the bag of chips from your hand.
"I need money to buy a new dress. I hardly got some pounds to sustain day to day expenses and I won't ask my grandparents for more money they already do much."
"y/n, i told you not to quit the job. We could've went and taught that girl Hannah and her ugly friend of hers a lesson," MJ argued.
"What's done is done now help me think of ideas of a job that'll get me quick money before next week," you say as you get your notebook to write the ideas.
However, the moment you finished your sentence MJ's phone lit up.
"Trent just sent a text," she says, "It says 'Hey MJ. The boys from the English team are throwing a house reunion party at Bellingham's house in an hour. If you and the girls are free join us.'"
Both MJ and Bunny go crazy but you can't hear what they're saying. The fact that Trent didn't send the message directly to you hurt you, and as much as the thought of meeting Trent again angers you. It also warms your heart that you would actually see him sooner and not in tux with his wife next to him. Mixed feelings all over the place.
"I'm cool I don't mind," you finally tell them.
"omg omg omg we are actually doing this? Like putting the Trent scenario aside, we're meeting the English team like the actual team that played in world cup. I need to fix my make up," Bunny said walking to your vanity.
"okayyy but y/n why is the location pointing to the house next to yours? Do you live next to Bellingham as in Jude Bellingham???" MJ suddenly stood up.
"And who must that be?" you said confused. You did watch the world cup but if you're being honest you haven't watched all matches.
'OH MY GOD YOU LIVE NEXT TO WHOM?" Bunny stood too.
"I KNOW???"MJ turned to look at her.
"As much as i like the sudden uplift of the mood and i sincerely hate to be the one to ask but who is this Jude Belli-"
Before you finished your sentence, Bunny shoved her phone to your face.
"Oh hell no" hell no indeed. isn't that.?
"What? know him now?" Bunny asks.
"Um guys no but yes."
"We don't do witchcraft nor do we read minds so please do tell us," MJ replied.
How do you tell them that you made a scene with this boy, apparently an English player who now plays for Borussia Dortmund. Well, it doesn't change the fact that he is a short-tempered piece of shit an attractive one but still shit.
"This is going to be a wild night," you say as you head to your closet to find something to wear. You try to calm your nerves. you don't know what's stressing you out more meeting Trent and his soon-to- be wife if she's there or meeting the self-centered boy from the supermarket.
"Spill the tea about Jude now," MJ demanded.
You tell them the story and wait for their reactions as they were still in awe about the whole encounter thingie.
"I refuse to believe such a thing about Jude. He's an absolute gentleman. Are you sure you met the same person?" Bunny argued visibly annoyed by the scenario.
"I'll get my popcorn this is going to be fun," MJ smirked as she too started to freshen up herself.
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