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stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray (emerald for oscar :') must protecc the little brother)
Oscar had been ready to go back out. To keep fighting. Even with his aura and magic flitting over his side to stem the blood which had turned golden almost thirty minutes ago. He couldn't just sit by while the others were fighting. It felt wrong. And here was Emerald, arms wrapped around his middle to stop him from stumbling back out into the blinding sun and sand.
"Em..."
He wants to say more. To do what he can. But at least Emerald could stop him when he couldn't stop himself. Oscar's frame slumps against her with a wheezy sigh, head hanging.
"Okay. Okay. I'll sit and rest."
#hxntresses#He’s won himself safe; For a While {Oscar}#emerald tag pending#Softly Spoken;;Softer Written {Drabble}
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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!
NAME: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock The Third
NICKNAME(S): Hic, Hiccy (don't call him this), Hicster, Brother Hiccup
TITLE(S): Pride of Berk, Dragon Master, Outpost Princess, Chief of Berk
AGE: 21
SPECIES: Human
SEX: Male
NATIONALITY: Norwegian
INTERESTS: Dragons, study of dragons, blacksmithing, drawing, creating art, reading, jewelry making
PROFESSION: Dragon Rider, Chieftain
BODY TYPE: Small, but toned. Is often mistaken for a fishbone due to his size and scrawny features.
EYES: Emerald green like the trees that surround the woods of Berk
HAIR: Tussled auburn adorned with braids
SKIN: Fair / pale (depends on the time of the year). Freckles cover almost every inch of him as well as scars from various things. Noticeable is the scar on his chin. Other scars are often hidden under his clothing as well as his tattoos.
POSTURE: Straight or hunched depending if he wishes to be seen. Tends to lean on one side when standing still to relieve weight off the leg he's missing.
HEIGHT: 6'1
VOICE: Awkward (often gets compared to a honking goose by the other riders. He's not overly confident about it)
SIGNATURE OUTFIT: His flight suit armor. Packed with everything an exploring adventurer needs. From paper to write on to a compass, pencil and other fun little additives. It was designed in the form of compression wear and is padded so he doesn't get thigh burns from riding extended periods of time. Made to be as aerodynamic as possible when in flight on his own or sitting on Toothless' back so they can go faster in the air.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Default blog ship is set with Eret Son of Eret. Hiccup's right hand after the events of HTTYD 2. Married by the events of rewritten version of the Hidden World. In other verses the list goes as such.
Hisirdoux Casperan from Tales of Arcadia. Verse; of Heartstone and Valor with @timewept (they also have a Norse AU for Douxie where they are the primary ship completely) Status; Married
Kaeya Alberich from Genshin Impact. Verse; Visions of Tomorrow ; with @inanthesis ; Status: Boyrfriend
Diluc Ragnvindr from Genshin Impact. Verse; Visions of Tomorrow; with @suffearable ; Status; Boyfriend
Percy Jackson from Percy Jackson and the Olympians, With @okeancs ; Status; Pending
COMPANIONS: Toothless [ paired with @balladetto even though I do write him on my own when needed to], Sharpshot (Terrible Terror who mainly likes to mainly sleep in Hiccup's armor)
ANTAGONISTS: Dagur the Deranged (now ally) all the rest of them have either died by Hiccup's hand or have perished around him. (boy's gotta bigger body count than people give him credit for). Hiccup really tries to make those who have made themselves an enemies of him at least to get their minds changed. Or he becomes a bigger problem to them until they're dealt with. He toys with them until he emerges the victor.
STRENGTHS: Kindness (when the dragons had no one they have him. He never blames them for past deeds that were never their faults), determination, ability to adapt, peacekeeping, decision making.
WEAKNESSES: Pettiness. Forgiveness towards certain people, Stubborness, Decision Making (both his up and down he's not always a step ahead), People Skills
FRUITS: Apples, Pears, (cherries were an option Hiccup just doesn't like them), Raspberries, Bilberries, Strawberries and Lingonberries
DRINKS: Water and Tea
ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: Mead, Wines, Rum. Light Beer is also an option but they were only served on special occasions such as festivals or big feasts. Hiccup often has a pint of mead almost every night with a meal.
SMOKES: Doesn't smoke.
DRUGS: None
DRIVER'S LICENSE: No
Stolen From: @rathalascendant
Tagging: Anyone not wearing socks
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howdy
i'm @leavingautumn13 (she/her) and this is my fanfic blog. i do oc asks, post fic snippets, and occasionally reblog stuff here. please let me know if you'd like anything tagged!
my ao3: leavingautumn13/new-eyes-extra-colors
my fics:
What Becomes of the Brokenhearted
still in progress. read on ao3 | read on tumblr | general tag
Fallout 4, rated E, Nick Valentine/female Sole Survivor
summary: Nora wakes up two hundred years in the future after losing her husband, her family, her whole world. In Diamond City, she thinks she may have found the one man in the wasteland who can help save her son, the only part of her life before the war she has left.
Nora Navarre, protagonist: art blog | fic blog
Eye of the Storm
still in progress. general tag
Pokemon Emerald, rating pending
summary: a rewrite of Pokemon Emerald
May Maple, protagonist: art blog | fic blog
Sunlight
completed. read on ao3 | read on tumblr | general tag
Pokemon Omega Ruby, general audiences
summary: "Frenemies" is a weird relationship to have with someone, but if May wants to partner with Groudon, she's going to have to make it work.
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Black Spot (aka Shenko Pirates) Chapter 3
"The itching under your skin" [AO3]
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only
Tags: Prompt Fic, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Enemies to Lovers, Pirate Captain Shepard, Navy Admiral Kaidan Alenko, Renegade Shepard (Mass Effect), Renegade Kaidan Alenko, Biotic Shepard (Mass Effect), Some Plot, POV Alternating, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Rough Sex
[[TW/CW: Food]]
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They found bananas further in.
Kaidan watched her peel one as they walked. Her fingers deftly made their way up and down the length of it until the peel was split into three, its fruit spilling forward. The tip of her tongue reached it before her teeth, and her lips wra—
No! Stop that! She was probably eating it like that on purpose.
“Did you do anything weird to my head?” he asked suspiciously.
“’Pends on what you think is weird,” she answered as she chewed.
There was no way all this green existed without water. They hadn’t found any yet, but knew it had to be soon. It made their steps a bit lighter, and the heat less heavy.
“So… you didn’t-uh… didn’t put any ideas in my head, did you?”
She laughed dangerously, “Yeah, what kinda ideas?”
“Forget I asked,” he scoffed.
“Maybe I should’ve left you back there with your migraine.”
“If you’d left me, you’d be alone right now.”
He watched her take another bite.
She answered with a full mouth again, “Yeah but all we’ve run into out here is bananas.”
Gross, “Can you not… Can you not, uh, chew and talk like that?”
She looked up at him with a wide smile full of banana bits, “Like this?”
Kaidan turned away so quickly he stumbled a little. Shepard laughed hard.
They didn’t talk again until they reached their salvation about another mile in. It appeared as a large clearing with a freshwater pool that connected to a healthy-looking river system. It even had a little waterfall over its edge, just a bit downstream, which was perfect for washing off after a short climb down. It was more than either of them could have hoped for.
Shepard jumped in immediately.
“Hey!” Kaidan called after her.
The surface only reached up to her waist, but her billowy white shirt was completely drenched. Her copper skin showed prominently underneath, its color bleeding through. He kept his eyes dutifully away from those two darker spots on her chest.
She was definitely doing this on purpose.
He watched her cup her hands full of water. She made a deep indigo glow envelop her palms and flash white. Then she drank every drop she could.
“We need to boil that!”
“Remember the part where I’m magic?”
“Yeah, but you can’t keep doing that for every sip.”
“I’m not. I’m just having a taste. Jealous?”
Kaidan clenched his fists, “I thought you said that thing you did would wear you out.”
“It did! Then I had a banana.”
Her taunts were really the least of his problems. They had no real shelter, no pots for boiling water—
“Hey Alenko,” she called out from the water, “Want some?”
He rolled his eyes at her outstretched hands, “Of course I want some.”
Kaidan grumpily stomped his way in and swam over to the person he’d hunted with his life at stake, his illusive all-consuming obsession. He hadn’t been home for years because of her. Now Shepard stood in front of him, her hair sparkling with sun, bright red against the green-ish clear pool glistening emerald, and all he wanted to do was run away.
His dry throat swallowed greedily as she cupped her hands full of water again. She made an indigo glow turn bright white, then offered up her palms.
Kaidan placed his hands under hers to bring them close enough for a sip.
The coconut milk was enough to sustain them, but water was worth more than gold. That wasn’t even a full cup, but it sat in his every sense the moment it reached his lips.
He dropped her hands to wipe his mouth, “Thank you.”
“Yeah, well—We should probably get out of here before we spoil our only water supply,” her tone was suddenly colder than before. She stormed out the same way he’d stormed in.
Kaidan waded his way out after her, “So what do we do for a pot?”
“What?”
“A pot. You know… to boil the water.”
“…We have the coconuts…”
“I know that, but I want water too.”
“Again—Coconuts! The actual problem is how we carry water from here back to our beach.”
“We’re going back there?”
She paused, “What do you mean, ‘Are we going back there’?”
“It might be better to follow this to a new beach instead of return.”
“Look, you can go follow this wherever you want. I’m staying back there. That’s where they’re gonna find us! If they’re looking.”
“Yeah, but wouldn’t it be worth the risk? It’s just a long way to carry water with no buckets.”
“Again: You can go your way. I’ll go mine.”
Kaidan felt sick to his stomach. He couldn’t let her out of his sight. First, he needed her for his career, then his freedom, and now his life. His water-logged breeches felt heavy, like they were slipping down his calf. Ringing them out gave him an idea.
“What about our clothes?” he asked.
“Can’t imagine having much left after walking a few miles. Not in this heat.”
“Right.”
She sighed, her breasts lifting with her chest, “Right. Well, I’m gonna find a path down and wash off.”
* * * * * *
It was a steep little hike down the side of the waterfall. Then a bit of a hop from one ledge to another, but not too big of a leap to stop them from climbing back up. A smaller jump to another path came next, and finally, a shorter hike with a few specific footholds along the way.
The Admiral followed her cautiously. Shepard smirked at the idea of him following her shadow even in these circumstances. He’d chased her for over a decade; tracing her footsteps as he was now must feel like home.
“Watch your—Woah!”
He slipped a bit on that last step, and she helped catch him.
“Slippery,” he apologized.
“Yeah. Just try to pay attention.”
“I am!” he cleared his throat, “I am paying attention.”
“Yeah,” Shepard rolled her eyes and started to take her shirt off.
“Woah! Woah! What are you—”
“I’m not washing up in my clothes.”
“But—I mean…!”
“Chill. It’s just bodies,” she watched his face turn white as she threw off her soaked blouse. Fighting the urge to laugh, she kept her face cool.
The little waterfall screamed behind them.
“Well, turn around!” she light-heartedly commanded.
Alenko obliged like he was in a military drill.
Now that he couldn’t see her face, she broke into a wide smile and threw off her drenched trousers.
The water here was deeper than above, coming up to her shoulders. It felt refreshingly cool against her skin as she swam towards the crashing. The afternoon was rife with sticky heat, but the clearing was shaded, and the water was able to hold its evening chill.
Shepard eagerly dipped her head under the gentle fall. Her left shoulder immediately stung.
Oh, right.
Wading water, she turned around to face the man responsible. He was placing his wet shirt neatly against a big rock to dry it. Alenko’s back faced her, his skin a constellation of scars. Some were thin like los besitos de cuchillas, small kisses of the blade. Others were thick as a whore’s lashes and as red as their lips.
He stood back up facing away from her and began to exit his breeches.
Ye gods…
To be fair, she’d never paid attention before, but now it was a full moon out—
She quickly turned around, spinning in a half circle so abruptly it made a splash. She placed her face back under the rush of plunging water, avoiding her shoulder this time.
Another splash behind her announced him. She could hear his quiet swimming even with the waterfall beside her ear.
“Don’t get close!” she warned.
“I’m not!”
“Well, okay then!”
He dipped his head under the water and brought it back up with a shake of his salt and pepper curls. He was pretty far away but it still sprayed her.
“Hey!”
“Sorry.”
They were both crouching down so the surface covered up to their necks, leaving them to glare at each other bodiless; Just two heads bobbing in the pool.
“Wish we had soap,” Alenko offered as a truce.
Shepard dipped under the water. She half-expected to feel his hands come over her head, holding her down, and shot back up with a sudden rise of panic.
“Soap would be good,” she said, sweeping the droplets off her face.
They agreed to take turns under the fall. Alenko insisted she go first.
“Ladies—“
“Not really a lady,” she shrugged, “Pirate.”
He sighed, “Go first anyway.”
“Why?”
“You know… Maybe—Maybe I’m just trying to be polite! Does everything have to be—?”
“Yes! You want me as your captive! Everything you do is suspicious. Yeah.”
“Fair.”
Alenko went first.
“Is that mine?” she asked, gesturing to the fresh, little cut on his neck.
“It wasn’t from shaving.”
Shepard bit her lip, “Does it hurt?”
“Do you care?”
“No.”
“Then no.”
When he was done, Alenko swam away from the waterfall to give her room.
Shepard's shoulder stung again when she swam under the cascade. Her flinch was visible.
“That looks nasty,” he sounded concerned.
She refused to answer.
“Is that mine?”
“Nothing about me is yours!” she snapped.
“I wasn’t trying to cut that deep. I swear.”
“It’s a scratch. I’m fine.”
Washing in silence was even worse. Once it became unbearable, Shepard said, “I have an idea about the water.”
“I’m listening.”
“You know the bananas?”
“Yeah?”
“Banana baskets!”
“Banana what?”
She scoffed, “Never mind, I’ll just show you.”
Their damp clothes sitting on their damp skin made them shiver even in this heat. The banana trees were closer to the shore, so the long walk became a respite, gradually drying them off along the way.
When they got to the natural grove, Shepard explained how the leaves could be made into buckets.
“And then we boil the water using coconut shells?”
“Do you know anything?! They’re not gonna catch fire if we have water in them.”
“And how are the leaf buckets going to hold together?”
She responded with a wiggle of her fingers.
“Oh right,” he rolled his eyes, “That.”
“Reason enough to kill me even without the whole piracy thing,” she smirked.
The response on his face was unreadable. It was more unnerving than an instant attack would’ve been.
“Gonna turn me into the authorities?” she teased.
He rolled his eyes, but she might’ve seen a smile too.
“Just show me how to make these, Shepard.”
“First, you find a really big leaf.”
They tore off one at a time and alternated trees so they wouldn’t take too much. Then, Shepard showed him how to split a leaf into strips. From there, they wove together a patch. They’d each make five patches and tie them together with strings of shredded banana stalk.
They mostly worked in silence, communicating just if they had to for their task; only giving each other occasional glances, never meeting at the same time.
Overall, including the mistakes, they only used three large leaves.
When that was done, she hardened both into sturdy buckets using more biotic trickery. It altered their molecular structure, turning the verdant green into dried tan right before their eyes. Her trick also melded the connections together, making the insides watertight.
The effort turned her breath heavy and sweat sat all over her. The most disorienting part was doing it in front of an Admiral of the Navy who didn’t flinch or run away. His face remained blank.
Shepard considered it a job well done, “Who knew you had it in you, Admiral? Some real craftsmanship right there.”
“Very funny. Will they hold?”
“Bet my booty they’ll work,” she winked.
He rolled his eyes, snatched his up, and strode briskly back to the river area.
She grabbed hers too and followed, “Good thing we found bananas!”
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#shenko#prompt fill#estrella shepard#kaidan alenko#mass effect#mass effect au#full fic#fshenko#kaidan x shepard#shepard x kaidan#shenko pirates fic#BrishFics
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@emerald-in-the-rough started following!
The faunus looks up, brush in one hand lowering. He does believe he said to not come in here, but there Emerald is, looking at him in all his faunus glory. His hat is sitting on the table several feet away from him, and both ears have flicked towards the woman.
Roman’s expression furrows into a scowl, since it’s not like he was out as a faunus to any of them except Neo. The brush is set down on the table with a harsh click, him getting to his feet.
“If I recall correctly, I said not to come in here. Can none of you follow directions?”
#It's not what I have to GAIN; It's what I can't afford to LOSE {Roman Torchwick}#Emerald tag pending#Emerald-in-the-rough
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A single finger trails up from navel to throat, palm turning inward in order to glide against the skin of ivory neck. Allowing his thumb to graze the lower of two lips it tugs downwards a fraction, in order to force the two to part. ' You seem lost. Thoughts, perhaps? '
A tingling warmth was left in the wake of his touch, one that had the ability to simultaneously comfort and entice. Tired eyes slide closed as shoulders that had been slumped forward pull back - his spine straighens, arches forward - and chin rises, so that the gaze that had previously been unfocused can meet the exquisitely rich hues of the eyes that beheld him. The weight of his thoughts, the guilt he felt over past deeds all slipped away. Lips purse and gently close down around the digit that separates them. Holds for a moment, before releasing it and curling into a subtle smile.
“Dwelling on the past, as I am wont to do when left with too much time to myself.” A hand raises and slides around his waist, coming to rest in the small of his back . “However...now my thoughts are on you.”
#golden eagle; you're the one and only {sanctumest}#10000 emerald pools plays in the bg#airyu tag pending
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@irish-emerald ❤ starter call ❤
⚜𝑆𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎;;– Aside from paying the occasional visit to his good buddies in the little group of micronations, he never really got out much. Well, not enough to really meet people from other places, and he figured Ireland would be a nice trip. Which, as far as he was seeing, was a really good choice.
Taking in the sights and sounds, having to stop along the way for a conversation or two, he eventually knocked into someone. ‘ Merda! I’m so sorry! ‘ He was quick to apologize, steadying himself before checking on the stranger. ‘ I must have been more distracted by everything than I thought-- Are you alright? ‘
#irishemerald#irish-emerald#( starter tag pending )#//I hope this is alright#//Let me know if you want something different
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"...Is it on?"
"Behold my ultimate power!"
You may refer to me as Mod Shadow or Shadow, yet I prefer the latter.
My pronouns are he/they/chaos, however mainly he/chaos on this blog.
"I determine my own destiny."
The fandoms I write for:
Danganronpa
Doki Doki Literature Club
Sonic the Hedgehog
Demon Slayer
"If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have!"
My blacklist, or things I won't do under any circumstances, is:
Any NSFW [everything on the Citrus Scale], I'm a minor
Anything relating to medical needles/syringes
Any mature situations for Sonic the Hedgehog characters [suggestive, pregnancy, etc.]
Themes of Religion
"Where's that DAMN fourth Chaos Emerald!?"
My graylist, or things I may do sometimes, is:
Graphic gore
Medical illnesses or disorders
Oneshots
Love letters
Yandere
"I will release you from the chains of your past."
My whitelist, or things I will definitely do, is:
Headcanons
LGBTQ+ related content
Matchups
Comfort Posts [ex. small messages of comfort/encouragement]
Crossovers
>> Ex. "Silver and Nagito with an s/o who..."
>> Ex. "Sonic with an S/O who was in the DRV3 cast?"
Please ask about things not on these lists.
"Time to unleash the Ultimate Power!"
Characters I will write for:
Anyone from the 3 main Danganronpa games, except for Hifumi. Also Ryota Mitarai
All of the DDLC Characters
Sonic, Shadow, Knuckles, Tails, Amy, Silver [no werehogs]
Zenitsu, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Nezuko [platonic only for Nezuko]
Anyone not on this list I will not write for.
"Damn it! What does this all mean?"
My tags:
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.⚫🔴request accepted
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#.⚫🔴not writing#.⚫🔴not a request#.⚫🔴announcement#danganronpa x reader#danganronpa v1 x reader#dr1 x reader#drv1 x reader#danganronpa v2 x reader#dr2 x reader#ryota mitarai x reader#danganronpa v3 x reader#drv3 x reader#ddlc x reader#doki doki literature club x reader#sonic the hedgehog x reader#shadow the hedgehog x reader#knuckles the echidna x reader#tails the fox x reader#miles 'tails' prower x reader#tails x reader#amy rose x reader#silver the hedgehog x reader#zenitsu x reader#zenitsu agatsuma#zenitsu agatsuma x reader#tanjiro x reader
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“I’ve gotta agree with you there.”
#wall commentary#mikado tag pending#who is this that keeps posting emerald stuff i wanna know hwo u are#so we can talk
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esmeralda’s real name is agnes but we don’t talk about that
#( ooc. | ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵈ; ʰ���ⁱˡˢ )#it's because she doesn't know it's her real name#she was adopted by clopin and given the name esmeralda bc of her eyes... which are emerald green#headcanon tag pending.
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Title Pending Olivia x MC Fic, Chapter two
Hellooo! I’d like to start off with a quick apology. I had a bunch of family drama this week, so I’m aware that this chapter is a bit lackluster. I swear that it’s not just a lack of talent! That’s only like ten percent of the problem! Anyways, here it is!
Warnings: Sexual language, cursing.
Story Tags: (Eventual) lemon, slow burn, enemies to lovers, angst.
Taglist: @kingliam2019 , @kamilahsayeet2063
“Woah.”
Maxwell was craning his neck to inspect Paige’s outfit from where she stood on the steps. It felt strangely like a grown-up prom, gliding down the stairwell with all eyes on her (well, Maxwell’s eyes). She gave a little twirl, showing off her devastatingly expensive gown. The gown she’d had to buy herself. You’d think that riding with a noble would mean that they’d be willing to shell out a dime or two, but alas, she’d spent her own damn money on this. Not that she was bitter or anything.
She’d gone with the angel outfit. A glittery, cold shouldered bodice gave way to heavy skirts of layered tulle and silk. A delicate lacey mask fit over her eyes, and a fluffy little halo floated above her head. She felt genuinely angelic, like she could float right around the room.
“Man, you look amazing! You’ll definitely get the ladies in court talking.”
It was the night of the first ball of the season. Just a day ago, Paige had hopped on a plane and flown out to Cordonia. She was staying in the palace with all the other nobles until the tour started up. They were set to move all around the country to the various duchies of the various suitors. In the meantime, Paige was staying in a fabulous room in the back of the palace she’d spent all last night marveling at. Now, she was marching down to the introductory ball with Maxwell by her side. It was a masquerade event, hence the angel outfit. She was set to make an excellent first impression, something that was crucial to building the flawless reputation she was determined to possess. According to Drake, she was about to walk into a room full of bloodthirsty snobs, so it was important to look the part of a future queen. Her wardrobe was her armour, Hana had said.
Hana. That was the name of the girl Paige had met in the dressing room, who happened to be the fourth of those five people who would one day change her life. The two had gotten dressed and acquainted, and Paige was hoping to run into her at the ball. She had been sweet, helpful, informative, and gorgeous. What was it with the people there? She had never seen such a consistent concentration of ridiculously hot people in her life.
“Okay. It’s time.” They stopped in front of the ornate golden doors. Maxwell turned to her, adjusting his mask. “Before we get into the actual ball, you’ll need to give the herald your full name when we go in. Since you’re with my family, you could technically be considered a Lady. You’ll give him your name, and he’ll announce you as Lady Paige…?”
“Langley. Lady Paige Langley.”
“Hm. Not exactly traditional, but regal enough.”
With that, he pushed open the doors, and they strolled in. Paige gave her name to the herald, and stood as straight as she could on the steps. Maxwell gave her a quick, reassuring smile, and she felt slightly better. He was good at that.
“LORD MAXWELL PERCIVAL BEAUMONT, AND LADY PAIGE LANGLEY!” The herald’s voice boomed through the enormous room. At the sound of an unfamiliar name, heads turned to watch Paige strut down the stairs. Little gasps and murmurs rippled through the room as they stared at her. She resisted the urge to tug at her hair or adjust her halo. Any move that betrayed how self conscious she was feeling would definitely get her noticed. People like those could sniff out an insecurity like blood in the water. The second a confident exterior faltered, they went in for the kill. Paige kept her back straight and her eyes ahead.
“Okay. I gotta go talk to my brother. You stay here. Mingle. You can do that, right? Just mingle.” Before she could respond, Maxwell was gone.
Paige turned, looking around desperately for someone she knew. She spotted Drake, looking vaguely angsty and annoyed in a corner, still in his basic denim. She decided she might as well try her luck with him. She walked over, trying her best to step slowly and gracefully.
“Well, well, well, aren’t you looking pretty.” He sized her up. “You fit right in.”
“Well, you’re charming as ever.”
“Ha! Compared to most of the nobles here, I’m your best friend.”
“God, Drake.” she rolled her eyes. “Everyone here’s been perfectly nice so far.”
“Sure, to your face. What do you think goes on the second you leave the room? The people here will jump at the chance to shove you as far down the totem pole as they can.”
“Well, let’s take a look at some examples of their behavior, shall we? They’re letting you attend an extremely high-brow event for free, in your day clothes. You have access to expensive foods, interesting conversation and a bar full of fancy foreign cocktails. And instead of being grateful, you choose to badmouth these people whenever you can, complain, and act like you’re being some big hero by being here. You’re not even wearing a mask!” She hadn’t realized how annoyed she was, but she found herself surprisingly worked up on this. At the sight of her pissed-off expression, Drake softened slightly.
“Look. I swear I’m not trying to be a dick, just trying to be honest. It may look glamorous here, but these people are completely two faced. You’re the newbie, and without someone like me looking out for you, you’ll get clobbered.”
His explanation didn’t exactly soften her up. “If your way of helping is to stand in the corner and bitch about this place, then I’d say you’re doing an excellent job.”
Drake looked like he was going to respond, but he stopped suddenly. He went stiff as a board and completely pale, his eyes fixed right over Paige’s shoulder. Before she could ask what was wrong, she felt a warm hand on her arm.
“Pardon me, but I must steal her away.” The voice was warm, seductive, completely unfamiliar. Based on the alarmed look on Drake’s face, it must not have been a friendly one.
“Um, I’ll just…” He all but sprinted for the opposite end of the room. Paige turned to face the intruder.
Oh. The tiniest of gasps escaped her lips as she gazed into a pair of emerald-green eyes.
If you were to take the moment she first saw Liam, and multiply it by about a thousand or so, you’d have some idea of how Paige felt. Her heart threatened to beat right out of her body as her stomach swooped dramatically.
The woman before her was like no noble Paige had seen before. Where some, like Hana, chose to present themselves as a sweet, soft sort of beautiful, this woman was more sexy. An edgy, almost dangerous sort of drop-dead gorgeous that made heat pool in Paige’s core.
She realized, dazedly, that the woman was wearing the devil costume Paige had almost bought. Little horns peaked out from her pile of crimson hair. The red velvet of her gown clung to her rounded hips, and the neck of it fell as far down her chest as courtly etiquette would allow. She gazed down at Paige, her lips slightly parted. She seemed surprised, as though the other woman had caught her off guard somehow, and Paige wondered distantly what that meant.
“I am Lady Olivia Vanderwall Nevrakis, Duchess of Lythikos,” she murmured. Paige fought to keep her eyes from flickering to the duchess’s candy-painted lips.
“I’m-”
“Lady Paige Langley. Yes, I heard the herald announce you. That’s why I’m here.” She shook her head slightly. Her gaze became sharper as she smiled at the other woman. “I make it my business to know every name at court, and I’ve never heard yours before. Perhaps you’re from one of the humbler duchies?” She didn’t give Paige a chance to respond. “In any case, since you’re the new girl at court, I thought I might give you a bit of advice. You’re not from here, I take it? Cordonia, I mean.” Paige could only nod.
“Well then, let me give you a little tip.” She leaned in with a conspiratory smile, and Paige could feel Olivia’s warm breath on her skin. Her legs grew unstable beneath her, as though she were about to faint.
“When you go up to see the king, bow and kiss his right shoe. It’s a sign of ultimate respect here.”
Could that be true? Unlikely as it seemed, Paige did recall reading about a similar custom from somewhere else in Europe. She frowned. “Really?” She made a mental note to ask Maxwell about that later.
“Oh, of course! It’s lucky I was able to tell you, otherwise you would’ve looked like a complete fool!” She gave a light laugh. As soon as she heard it, the waitress wanted to do whatever she could to hear that sound again.
“Paige!” Maxwell ran up from out of nowhere. Paige did her best not to be annoyed with him for cutting her time with Olivia short. “Liam’s-” he cut himself off as he noticed the Nevrakis. “Um, I mean, Prince Liam, whose title I am always sure to use, because of my deep respect and admiration for him, is coming out to see everyone.” Olivia rolled her eyes and walked off to join a small cluster of ladies.
“Are you ready to see him again?”
Paige tried to paste on a convincing smile. “Totally. I’m totally ready for this.”
“Cool. Let’s go!”
The pair ran off to join a gathering of people at the side of the room, Paige resisting the urge to check over her shoulder for Olivia.
“There he is!” Maxwell pointed. And there he was, the prince himself. Liam stood at the end of the room, making conversation with a star-struck young woman clearly trying very hard to keep cool.
“Do you think he’ll be happy to see me?” Paige whispered.
“Only one way to find out, I guess. But first, you gotta meet the king.”
“Wait, what? You didn’t tell me that I’m meeting the king first thing! What do I say to him?
“Calm down. It’s easy. Just follow what the other ladies do, and you’ll be fine.”
“Wait, wha-”
“LADIES OF THE COURT!” An announcer’s voice boomed across the room. “LINE UP TO GREET THE KING!”
The women rushed to form a line leading towards the front of the room. Paige caught a glimpse of an older man taking a seat upon one of the gilded thrones at the front of the room, flanked by two guards. Hitching up her skirts, she hurried over to take her spot in the growing queue. She watched as each woman made her way up to the king, curtseying and-
And nothing. The bulk of heavy skirts and the towers of gelled-up hair completely blocked her view. It was impossible to tell if any shoe kissing had taken place. She tried her best to steal a glance, but the women in line seemed to take her rustling for attempted line-cutting. She received multiple dirty looks as well as one quick jab to the ribs.
The line was shortening quickly, and Paige was beginning to get panicky. She was already a commoner. She couldn’t afford to broadcast the fact that she also knew pretty much nothing of Cordonian culture. She’d be laughed right out of the court, right out of the country. She leaned to the side again, trying desperately to see what was going on. Nothing.
Finally, there were only two women left in front of Paige. She had given up on trying to see what they were doing, and was instead just trying to not let her nerves show. Elegant smile, straight back. She caught a glimpse of Liam standing across the room, making polite conversation with those who had already met the king. Out of his sweater and into his official suit, he looked so much more… official. That air of nobility that had seemed out of place at the bar suited him perfectly here. He looked so quintessentially prince charming, the poster boy for all that was good and wholesome. It was easy to see why so many ladies were here. In addition to the many gold diggers that Paige was sure were lurking about, many of these women probably actually liked Liam. She watched as a dark-haired young woman laughed a little too hard at a joke of his, slapping his arm lightly. Her eyes sparkled as she stepped closer to him. Her lips parted, as she pre-
“Shitshitshit!” She hissed under breath, before praying that nobody heard her. It was her turn to greet the king.
“Good evening, milady.” The king smiled kindly at her as she took a step closer. He was clearly expecting something.
“Good evening, your majesty. I am Lady Paige Langley, of House Beaumont.”
She dropped into a low curtsey. Her face was inches from the king’s shoe.
She risked a glance back at Olivia. The duchess was watching with not a look of hope, or excitement, or malice. She was looking on with a very clear expression of guilt on her face.
Paige stood from her curtsey, smiled once more, and left the line.
* * *
“Hey! Where'd you go? I was looking all over for you!” Do you know how hard it is to find a pretty girl in a nice dress in a ballroom choked with pretty girls in nice dresses?”
“Sorry. I got caught up talking to Hana.”
After the thing with the king, Paige had felt strangely paralyzed with anxiety. Well, maybe it wasn’t so strange. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that a total stranger had tried to humiliate her like a schoolyard bully. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that said stranger was gorgeous and intimidating and sexy and Paige had wanted for her to like her so, so badly. She knew that a trick like this alone wasn’t a big deal, but it hurt that much more coming from someone whom she had so desperately wanted to be some angel. So, instead of joining the growing crowd of women mobbing Liam, she had gone out to the balcony for a moment to breathe. That was where she had found Hana, and the two spent the next half hour talking. It had been nice to just talk to someone, with no expectations or rules. Hana was quickly becoming one of her favorite people at court.
“Wait, you know Hana? Actually, nevermind, we’ll talk on that later. In the meantime, you have to get in there with Liam. You’re one of the only people he hasn’t talked to yet.”
“You think he’ll be freaked out? We only knew each other for like a night before I decided to come out here, and now I’m trying to marry him? Isn’t that weird?”
“Ha! You think a night is too weird? That’s practically a year in royal time. He’s meeting some of these women for the first time tonight. If anything, you’ve got a leg up. He both knows and likes you.”
“If you say so.”
“And I do. Look, I think he’s free. Go, go, go!”
Maxwell nudged her forward, and she strode across the room to meet Liam. He was finishing up a conversation with someone, and he turned to look at Paige as the woman walked away.
“Hello, Lady-” He stopped short, his eyes going wide. “It’s you! Paige!”
“It’s me.” She smiled at him, hoping this was a pleasant surprise. Her hopes were confirmed when he broke out in a huge grin.
“Oh, Paige, I thought I’d never see you again! How are you even here?”
“The morning after I met you, Maxwell found me. He offered to take me here so I could represent House Beaumont and… become queen.” Though it was the truth, the thought of saying “marry you” out loud turned her stomach.
“That’s amazing! I’m afraid we don’t have too much time to talk, but that’s incredible news. For the first time all night, I’m actually enjoying a conversation.”
“Does this mean that you’re happy to see me?”
“Happy? I’m ecstatic. I truly like you Paige. I think we have something, and I’m glad we’re getting the chance to explore that together.”
Guilt stabbed at her insides. Liam looked so happy to see her, and yet she couldn’t say the same. She kept thinking back to the moment she saw Olivia. They had barely spoken, and still she had sensed more chemistry in those few minutes than she had after a whole night with Liam. He wasn’t the one she wanted, not even close. But he had deep, personal feelings for her. If she nailed those challenges, she had a real shot at being Liam’s wife. It was a thought that would have made so many of those courtly ladies cry tears of joy, but succeeded only in filling Paige with dread. He actually liked her. He wanted this.
“It’s a lot of pressure, isn’t it? All this, I mean. How are you holding up?” She hoped he wouldn’t notice how she changed the subject.
“I’ve known this was going to happen for some time now. It’s certainly not ideal, but perhaps it won’t be quite so terrible with you here.”
God, he really wasn’t making this easy on her, was he?
“Are the ladies here really that bad? Most of the people I’ve spoken to have been nice enough.”
“It’s not that the ladies themselves are bad, not at all. It’s the process I don’t enjoy. The whole thing is ridiculous and exhausting to all those involved. I know most of the women here, and they’re all incredibly smart and accomplished. And yet they’re being lined up like members of...of…” He paused. “What’s that american dating show? The one with the roses?”
“The Bachelor?”
“Yes! That’s it! This whole thing is one big episode of the bachelor.”
“I’m sorry you have to go through all of it.”
“Don’t be. It is my duty to serve my country however I can. If this is what I must do, so be it.”
Before Paige could respond, the guard behind Liam stepped forward to clear his throat. The prince winced apologetically at Paige.
“I’m afraid we’ve got less than a minute now. Before you go, can I give you a warning?” She nodded.
“This place, these people, are different. We’re not in New York anymore. There are codes, rules, that you’ll have to learn but never be taught. You’ll make friends and alliances, but be careful. Someone like you, here, can’t be too trusting. I don’t mean to scare you, but I care about you. I couldn’t stand to watch you get hurt.”
“Liam, I-”
“Ahem.” The guard coughed. “I believe it is time to move on, your grace.”
“Thank you, Bastien.” The prince turned back, looking regretful. “I’m so sorry, but I must move on. Shall we speak later?”
“Let’s.” She shot him what she could only hope to be a reassuring smile, curtseyed, and strode off, spotting a familiar figure by the drinks.
“Hey, Paige! It looked like that went well.”
“I’d say it did. He seemed happy to see me.”
“Of course he was! I told you he would be.”
“He was weirdly cryptic, though. He kept talking about how much of a drag this whole thing is, and how I need to make allies, and gather people I can trust, and watch my back-the list goes on.”
“Huh. That doesn’t sound like him. Are you sure you weren’t talking to Drake?”
“Unless Drake suddenly owns a body guard and a non-denim item of clothing, then no.”
“Hm. I’ll talk to him later. It’s probably just the pressure of everything getting to him. He’s not wrong, though. It’s good to form alliances with the other ladies. Most of them are outside right now. Go join them, grab a drink, socialize. Make some friends.”
“Got it. Any tips before I go? Who’s nice, who’s boring, who’s a snobby-ass bitch, et cetera.”
“Well, first off, save the cursing for later. One F bomb in here can and will get you kicked out. But to answer your question, Hana’s probably one of the nicest that you’ll meet. Friendly, not a known schemer. Penelope Ebrim is probably one of the more boring ones here, but she’s nice enough. Easily manipulated, but you didn’t hear that from me. Kiara Theron’s pretty interesting, but she can be sort of condescending, snobby. And if you want to talk about-” He paused.
“If you’re looking for witches with a b, then watch out for Olivia Nevrakis. She would kill, and I mean that literally, to become queen. She’s ruthless, cruel, and a known saboteur. Be on the lookout for her.”
“Oh. Good to know.”
“You’re welcome. Now get out there!”
Hiking up her skirts, Paige strode out into a moonlit garden. The women were talking amongst themselves as they grabbed flutes of champagne. She was scanning the crowd when she felt someone come up behind her.
Turning, she found Olivia glowering at her, her friendly smile from before replaced with a pissy sneer.
“You seemed awfully friendly with the prince earlier, hm? You didn’t say you knew him personally.”
“It’s none of your business how I know Liam.” Paige savored the way the duchess blanched at the way the other woman skipped Liam’s title. “And can we get back to the way you lied to me about the shoe-kissing thing?”
“Yes, yes. Come on, even you have to admit that was funny.You’re the new girl, you’re going to get tricked.” Perhaps this would have been more bothersome if Olivia had been able to look the other woman in the eye, or stop fidgeting with her gown.
“Well, it’s done. You’ve gotten in your dumb little joke, and now it’s over.” At this, the duchess’s head snapped up, her mopey exterior suddenly vanished.
“It’s over when I say it’s over.” She took a step closer, her eyes blazing. Her voice had gone low and dangerous, and Paige hated the way it made her shiver. She tilted her chin, trying to look unfazed.
“Listen to me. I know you’re used to getting whatever you want from people, but that’s not how this is going to go. I’m not your servant, I’m not your follower. Whatever you may believe, you’re not entitled to Liam’s hand, and you’re certainly not entitled to my respect, fear, or loyalty.”
Olivia stepped back, surprised. Some of the women actually gasped as they watched the whole thing unfold.
“Excuse me? Clearly, you’re delusional. I grew up with Liam. I know him better than you ever will. Maybe you made for a fun distraction, but you’re nowhere near wife, or queen, material. The women here have been trained since birth to marry a prince, and if you think that you can just waltz in here and steal that from us, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Not a threat.” She was close, too close, and Paige wanted desperately to grab her even closer.
“A promise.”
#enemies to lovers#slowburn#eventual sex#angsty#choices stories you play#olivia nevrakis#trr mc#maxwell beaumont#liam rys#liam rhys#hana lee#drake walker
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tag dump.
#forged from steel ( self. )#risen from filth ( emerald. )#fallen from grace ( cinder. )#villainous act ( headcanon. )#blade's reflection ( musings. )#killer instinct ( interests. )#training playlist ( music. )#stolen && claimed ( saved. )#( drabble. )#really socially awkward | crack.#pleasure to meet you; but prepare to bleed ( promo. )#queue tag pending
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@moonbeamsung thank you for tagging me!!🥺
rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better/catch up with!
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last movie: chal mera putt (punjabi movie)
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currently reading: i’m reading too many! but currently, my laptop has an ebook- the 5 am club and under my desk is sense and sensibility. these are the ones i was reading today.
currently watching: tale of the nine tailed and tokyo ghoul and there r plenty of shows that are pending
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“If you can’t even get past me, I think you’re beyond exhausted.”
He’s keeping her down with one hand- and he’s hardly trying. His suspicions were right about Emerald’s state, unfortunately. He’s not even entirely sure why-- maybe it’s the older brother in him that frets when someone he considers family is in charge of isn’t well-- but he’s insistent in keeping Emerald in bed. Despite her own wishes to do the exact opposite, of course.
She’d be no good in a fight and no good in any other situation. It was that simple. Probably.
“I have some Vetatin if you need a sleep aid, punk.”
The fact Roman has one of the most common Atlas prescribed sleeping aids is.. interesting, to say the least.
#I won't stop at ANY cost|| I've FORGOTTEN all that I've LOST {Roman Torchwick}#Emerald tag pending#I stay out too LATE; Got nothin' in my QUEUE
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