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k4katsujin · 4 months

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vamp ghost brainrot do you see my vision

DO YOU SEE MY VISION?!?!?!?!?!

ok this is v random but apparently im on a creative spree so lets enjoy it while it lastssss

context: the idea came from when i noticed ghost had lil fangs on his mask and and and

reader is tf141's medic/nurse idk how you call it but you get it also shoutout to @unabashedcroissanttreefan (PHEROMONE IS BACKK) and @cluelylikesporn mwah

also reader is not white AND a vampire. boom. not black either but i like the concept of poc/mixed vampires (and poc vampires would look so cool) (i am mixed and id look so cool as an autistic soon-to-be-adult teen vampire and you cant tell me otherwise.)

wc: 1049

also trigger warning dislocation and blood (duh there's vampirism in this fic what did you expect /lh)

also maybe ooc ghost idrk

pt 2 in the making!

"okay, lets see... who do we have next.." you said as your checked your medical files. "lieutenant riley?" (you raise an eyebrow) "strange. he never came before" you thought out loud, but you shrugged it off. "you can come in!"

"hello, y/n" ghost greeted you politely as he sat in front of you. "i hope my team hasn't been of too much trouble"

"don't worry about them!" you smile softly, "lets talk about you, for once! what brings you there? you usually never come to check ups, which i have to say isnt very professional!!" you scold him lightly, "but im glad you seem safe and well!"

ghost chuckled softly before replying: " i came here because i have been suffering from awful migraines, and i have no idea where they can possibly come from, and so i wanted to ask you if you could check? and maybe give me a stronger dose of painkillers so that i won't need to bother you every week? also, i noticed i have been having more trouble falling asleep, it's as if i found myself more... active in the nighttime, i would say?"

"mhm.. this sure is strange, but dont worry!" you reply with an assured smile. "do you have some spare time so i can do your checkup now, or do you wish to book another appointment?"

"i would like to do it now, if you don't mind"

"okay, no problem!" you smile as you put on a surgery mask, "lay down on this chair and lift up your mask just above your mouth, please! ill start off with examinating your teeth."

ghost did as you asked him to, and you started your inspection; what you saw surely was weird.

"this is strange..." you muttered to yourself, "can you please bite into this?" you asked him as you handed him a plaster mold. "it looks like your fangs... have overgrown."

"what??" ghost asked, confused. "with all due respect, you must be kidding me."

"im not" you reply, showing him the mold he bit in. "see? its like, the bite mark is... sharper than a usual one would be"

"and... do you happen to have a reason to that?" ghost starts to panic, "or even a remedy?"

"i think... i might have an idea, but don't freak out, okay?" (he nods unsurely) "you might want to sit down for this one. okay so... there have been rumors - and i insist on the word 'rumor' - of a disease that turns people into vampires, and-"

"are you telling me i'm one of those freaks?!?" ghost hurried, panicked.

"that's... insensitive to us.." you mutter to yourself, "but nevermind. no, there is no cure, you just learn to live with it.

"thats..." he thought out loud, "wait did you say us? are you a vampire too?"

"duh, just because im not white doesn't mean i cant be a vampire thats- very cliché." you reply, slightly offended. "but yes, i am."

"but- how do you even sleep at night? how do you even feed yourself ? and-" ghost's mind raced with questions.

"let me guess, you're assuming all vampires drink blood to survive, aren't you?" (he nods, slightly ashamed, but you smiled, amused at his panic) "don't worry, we aren't all like that. i'd be delighted to teach you there are a whole lot of different types of vampires! for example, i am an empathic one! which means i tend to be more well... empathic."

"and how does one know what type of vampire one is?" ghost asked, seeming childhishly interested to the point it almost looked endearing.

"thats exactly what im coming to!" you reply with a soft smile, before coming back a few moments later with a little pouch of blood. "what does this make you feel?"

"this looks delicious" he replies as his eyes lit up, "can i have a taste?"

"well then," you chuckled, "it's all settled! you're a blood drinker vampire!"

"oh." the worries then came back in his voice, "does that mean i have to..." (he gulps) "kill people to drink their blood?"

"well, technically speaking, if we were in a typical eldritch story, you would have to. but, hopefully for the writer we're not, and its a good thing im a medic, so i have plenty of those little pouches!"

ghost sighed in relief, but then panic peaked again.

"do you think we should tell others? like, price and soap?" ghost asked worried.

"no. not for now, at least." you thought for a moment, and added: "but, one thing is sure, if we dont want anybody to find out you have to do whatever it takes to not get deployed,or else... "

"we're fucked, balls deep." ghost completed your sentence. "but how? price won't allow me to stay at the base unless i get injured."

"that's exactly my point!" you say as your eyes glimmer mischievously, "but im not sure you will like the idea.."

"whatever it takes for people not to notice.." he sighs.

"good!" you reply with a smile, "please lay down on this chair,just so youre warned its gonna be a little... painful."

"what the fuck- you sprained my fucking ankle???" ghost hurried, grumbling in pain.

"what?? you wanted a reason to not get deployed, didnt you? you should thank me" you chuckled as you noticed him wincing in pain. "anyway, its time for price's meeting, take those to help you walk, and you let me do the talking to price, okay?"

ghost nodded as you both headed to the briefing room, one of his arm around your shoulder to help him walk, where price and the rest of the task force were already waiting for you.

"sorry we're late, captain!" you hurried as you and ghost entered the room.

"its fine" price replied, raising an eyebrow, "what happened to you, Lieutenant?"

"we were practicing close fighting and he accidentally sprained his ankle, sir" you reply with an assured smile.

"is that so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "then why didnt i see both your names in the record?"

"because we forgot, and there was nobody on the wait list, sir" you reply. "but i promise it wont happen again."

"good" price sighed, "then i suppose i have no choice but to make gaz replace you, ghost."

is all for part one i feel like its already too long help

hope you enjoyed, if you dont reblog ill snatch your toenails

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illicitlamb · 6 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐗: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 | 𝟑𝟎-𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

SUMMARY | Wednesday finally allows Xavier to draw a portrait of her for himself. In return, he makes her time worthwhile.

“Easy enough?” Xavier quizzed as he pushed himself up from the chair, staring at Wednesday for her approval. He only received a sigh, which was interpreted as a “yes” as she seated herself. “Good.”

Making his way back to his desk, he waited for his wife to get into position, already picking up his pencil. “Turn your head a little more,” he corrected.

“Just draw,” growled Addams in return, but carried through with his order.

Thorpe smirked. “Aye-aye, Captain.” He knew she had been dreading this for whatever reason, but he was more than appreciative of her for actually allowing him to draw a portrait of her – a pose of his choice and on both of their times rather than any quick moment he had while she was not looking.

Starting with the outline of his piece, his strokes were painted as soft lines before being filled in by more defined, darker scrapes against the sketch paper. Now having a reference rather than relying on his visions’ sole memories, he would glance up often, flicking his bangs from his view for his hazel eyes to admire the gothic beauty before him. In the midst of it all, he was doing two of his favorite things: draw and take in the view of his spouse.

The outfit he had chosen for her to wear was still in her taste of color palette but out of her comfort zone with style. A 2-in-1 mini dress complemented with a black tie – a white collared shirt overlayed with a strapped black corset stretching down into a relaxed slim-fit skirt. Instead of matching heels, he finished the selective look with black thigh-high stockings.

Of course, this whole thing was not something she would agree to easily, but it would all come with a favor in return. Just a little while longer.

Seated on the prop for 20 minutes now, Wednesday’s neck began to ache with a creeping cramp that threatened to strangle her into defeat. “How much longer?” she grumbled. A soft, amused scoff teased her hearing.

“Almost done.”

She expressed a nasal sigh and opted for playing the part of a model for several more minutes before being relieved of her statue-like role. Pacing over to her husband, she came up on his left to see his finished work. Of course, it was bold and striking, but his artistic ability seemed to dive into a deeper level of detail. His strokes, his shading, his effort – everything looked intensified with a sense of emotional influence. Maybe it was because this would be one of the only times that she would let him draw her by her will. Or maybe it was because she was finally his – his love, his mate, his wife… even if it was the other way around.

“What do you think?” questioned Xavier while looking from his drawing to her face, searching for a responsive look.

The other’s mocha orbs reviewed the page with an observing gleam. “It’s not bad.”

Thorpe smirked. “But it could be better, huh?” As she looked at him, he sat back. “Everything could be better when it comes to you.”

Giving him an unamused huff, she glanced back at the portrait and leaned forward to show her efforts of seeing his talent. This time she complimented him with phrasing containing a little more positivity. “It’s a very impressive drawing.”

“I think I’ve gotten better at drawing you.”

“You should have,” Wednesday pressed. “Considering your countless sketches of me, I assume you would have me memorized by now.” She glared at him. “It’s a wonder why you were so adamant to have me take time out of my day to do nothing but serve as a reference.”

“Well, I guess that just proves that I can’t get enough of you,” the artist played. Pushing himself up from his desk, he pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Did you ever assume that?”

But this did not phase her as her dark eyes locked to his light ones. “Actually, I did. I just thought you were a little more creative than that.”

Pearlized teeth were sided with raised eyebrows. “Creative?” He then leaned close to her ear with a beckoning voice saying, “I can do that,” prior to pecking her cheekbone and then magenta lips as she turned her head his way.

When they broke, the raven challenged him. “Show me.”

Joining once more in a mutual kiss, things escalated. With his wife moving in time with him, Xavier hoisted her up to have her legs secure around his hips and carried her over to the guest room’s bed. He felt her slender fingers get a feel around his neck and in his hair as he eased her onto the mattress, now granting his own hands more freedom to roam about her petite yet heavenly body.

They kept each other occupied with passionate kisses and occasional, soft moans for several more moments before the heat between them manifested into a burning flame. Thorpe’s shirt was stripped of him and thrown to the floor. Addams’ skirt had been pushed up to reveal black-lace undergarments. Her inner thighs were nudged apart by his knees in time with her handle on him traveling down to massage the contracting muscles of his bare back. Black nails pricked the smooth skin, tracing steady lines before she broke from his lips to catch her breath.

Meanwhile, the other psychic turned his head to plant sucking kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Her luring scent drove him wild, giving way for him to tease her with subtle nibbles here and there which had him smirking in between when he hit a sensitive spot every now and then. Rewarding her gentle cringes with a nuzzle, his roaming hands moved to undo her tie.

Another nip to her neck broke Wednesday’s barrier. “Xavier,” she moaned with a hitch in her voice thanks to her sensitivity.

He only spoke between pecks while freeing the cloth. “What?” Then, he met her gaze. She was calm, which he did not expect judging by her call out to him. “I didn’t think you were the needy type. Guess I assumed wrong.” Holding the tie in his mouth, he took her wrists up and above her head. He transferred his hold to one hand while the other pulled the accessory from his teeth. “You ready?”

Her tempting lips curled slightly at the corners, eyes flashing with an intrigued spark. “Now, this is getting interesting.” After her wrists became locked together by the bind, she was seduced by physical touches – with one hand gliding down her raised arm to hold her tricep, the other slipped down further to press against the side of her chest. Xavier lowered his face closer to hers once more and spoke with a husky whisper.

“We’re just getting started.” He then subtly nuzzled her nose with his, “Can you handle that, Mrs. Addams-Thorpe?”

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rosepehtels · 2 months

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using milanote for writing organization

i recently found this website/app called milanote and have been using it for organizing my writing project(s). i'd figured i would show you my organization in hopes it inspires you!

here is my homepage. everything is here organized so i can see it all at once. at the top i have my writing projects, the first board called "royal legacies" is my main board for my main wip series. then i have two boards for my standalones, and series books. these are boards that contains all my other writing projects i have not started on.

here is what inside that board looks like. each novel gets their own board to separate their information. the main board i'm focusing on is TOS(throne of shadows).

here is what inside the board looks like. each project's board looks a little different to switch it up. at the top, I have a collage board I made to help inspire me. then, i have my book cover(only a draft) and all my other boards.

here is what the wardrobe page looks like. i created this to help me visualize what the outfits the characters wear would look like.

here is the worldbuilding page. it's an absolute disaster atm and i'm in the process of reorganizing it.

for the characters, i created a family tree and colored each different family so I can visualize it. red is for the MMC's family, and blue is for the FMC's family. then, each board will be their own character board with all their information.

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zetsub0n0n4nsensu · 3 months

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Otaku Despair Club Arc 0:

These Losers Can't Seriously Be My Party In The Fantasy Isekai!

After being transported to a land of magic and monsters, do these zeros have what it takes to make it to the first layer intact? Or will they be crushed by the weight of their collective indifference before the cycle even begins? Friends and foes, down the spiral they'll go! Mind the river and don't forget your map, episode 0 of 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘊𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 is gonna be an adventure!

𖦹°.*𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴*.°𖦹

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justletmesmokeandsleep · 1 month

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Have you ever tried going back to wattpad stories after reading tumblr ones for a while? It's impossible, tumblr writers are just 1000x better and it's insane lol

#fanfic #wattpad #writers on tumblr #writers on wattpad

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indigosky101 · 4 months

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#archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 reader #fanfic writing #fanfiction writer #writers on tumblr #writers on ao3 #writing #tumblr writers #writers on wattpad #wattpad writer #wattpad #indigo posts

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the-down-upside-finch · 5 months

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I just realized that in Minding Q's, Sterling canonically has a stuffed animal that he sleeps with, but I NEVER SPECIFIED WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL IT IS???

So now I'm doing this the silly way. The stuffed animal is named Squeegee.

(I'm just picking common animal types for the poll but if someone comments something that I really vibe with I might pick that jfkqjgkqjgj)

#Zeta Rambles #About the OCs #Minding Q's #I know I'm picking a lot of options for the size this poll will probably be but I think it’s funny #If y'all wanna reblog for more opinions that would be great but no pressure haha #Poll #Writeblr #Writers on Wattpad #Writers on Tumblr #Writers

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timelessbibliophile · 9 months

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i need help from anyone who's on ao3 pls!

so I'm a writer, shocker, I know, since I don't ever post anything that might suggest I'm a writer. However, I've been on wattpad since 2018, posted a fanfic that currently has 42k reads, and have some other works I want to do. I want to enter the ao3 world since I know it's a much better place than wattpad for reading and writing in terms of organization, but I have no idea of how it works or how to get started.

My wattpad account also got found by some irl friends, and while they're not too judgy i still feel way too self-conscious to actually post anything now.

I've talked before about wanting to write a portwell fanfic, and while i do have a couple chapters, I wanted to start posting it on ao3.

So please, if anyone can help me, I'd love to be a willing student :D

#ao3 #ao3 author #writer #writers on wattpad #wattpad #fanfic writer #fanfic writing #writers on tumblr #writers on ao3 #fanfiction

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floydsglasses · 10 months

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𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙈𝙚

I am an unhinged fangirl who has found a place to unleash her chaos, I might have a slight obsession with actors and writing but that's okay, If I'm gonna be sad i will do it with pizazz. Any way's I'm 18 and have a knack for writing. Im mainly based on Wattpad and I dont write smut, but will do fluff.

I write for

Top Gun, Maverick

911

The Last of Us {HBO/Max}

I'm also on Wattpad at @Crescent_Angelz

I have a Bob Floyd story that's a crossover with Shameless that's pretty good, started it back in January just ended it Jun 16th. Right now trying to start up my 911 Fanfic, I also have a Javy Machado story over there as well it's in the early stages, On here I only post my unhinged rants/headcanon stuff that I like, I also make moodboards and hope to get through my summer and final year of high school great.

𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂

𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂

𝗔 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗔𝗨 Masterlist

SPAMMING WILL GET YOU BLOCKED, MINORS DNI!!!

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newsfromthehouseofbourbon · 4 months

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January 7, 2024: Welcome to 2024!

Okay, I have been writing (and there is a LOT). However, I've had to deal with bedbugs for the past six months (and going). I have no time to go into the logistics (and the blame sits squarely on the shoulders of my stepsister), but I'm here to have some fun and tell you about what is going on with the HOB.

Without too much detail of the private conflicts that plagued this project since its creation upon the heels of the success of @tkwrtrilogy2, @tkwrtrilogy, and @tkwrtrilogy3, there has been an overhaul. Also, the latest addition to the trilogy will make its debut on Wattpad (but will come here eventually).

First, the OVERHAUL: Welcome to the HOB Universe.

You're asking yourself: WTF is this? Well, the best explanation of it can be seen here. All that applies is that this takes place in 17th-century France rather than Middle Earth.

I will be overhauling the Tumblr for @lesecretdelamaisondubourbon. There is a reason, but to find that out, you'll have to read the memoir about all of this (TBA). Either way, it comes on the heels of family drama and the death of a friendship that was supposed to last forever (according to her). But, the book (known by the title XIV) is going up on Wattpad, so while it is being overhauled over here, you can read it in its proper order over there.

XIV: The life and times of Louis XIV as told by Louis XIV--if you haven't figured that out yet. It is part of Book III; his father's story (@thesecretofthehouseofbourbonbook) is Book II.

Now, about that other book: The original title of the book (that was going to be written by my former co-author) was Monsieur. If you guess that the book was going to be about Philippe I, Duc d'Orléans (younger brother of Louis XIV), you were right.

If you think this is a retelling of centuries of rumor and innuendo, you would be wrong. This will be his story--told by Philippe. Under the title of Son of France (Fils de France in French), this is the story you were never told. After 383 years, it is time.

His story officially began in January of 2024, and he will be following his brother Louis here once he debuts on Wattpad. Stay tuned for more. He's part of the universe now.

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rna-the-pale · 11 months

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illicitlamb · 7 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐕: 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | 𝟑𝟎-𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄

SUMMARY | Xavier is sent by Enid to go wake up Wednesday for another eventful day within the gates of Nevermore Academy. When he wakes her, he discovers something new about her... a secret she keeps from anyone and everyone.

Morning brought clear skies and a crisp feel throughout the Quad’s vicinity. It was close to 9:00 when Enid took a look around in hopes to find her roomie advancing into the sun-lit courtyard. But her scanning was for no reason, and she checked her phone for the exact time.

8:50 am.

“Hmm…” was her reaction, knowing that they had all been instructed to wake up early enough to prepare for the day’s events. She knew the raven had been tossing and turning all night, but it took a very rare occasion for her to sleep in so late. But because she was in the middle of helping her classmates set everything up, it was not convenient for her to just up and go fetch the psychic.

Then she caught Nevermore’s resident tortured artist passing through. “Hey, Xavier! Could you go get Wednesday for me? It’s almost 9:00 and she hasn’t come out at all.”

Thorpe’s brow hardened. “You’re telling me she’s still sleeping?”

“I think so,” replied the blonde.

“Well, why don’t you do it? She’s your roommate.”

Crystal eyes stared into hazel ones. “Because I’m busy right now, and you’re the only one walking around, not doing anything.”

He scoffed. “Just because I was passing through does not mean that I’m not doing anything.” But he was held guilty anyway.

“Please?”

“Fine,” he sighed and finished crossing the clearing to carry out his assigned duty. It was not that he did not want to, but more so, he was not in the mood to tolerate whatever may come his way when the lioness was awoken by him and not her familiar roommate.

Once he got to her dorm’s door, he took a breath and quietly opened the barricade, leading him into the dim room. While Sinclair’s side of the room was colorfully made up, the other half was dark, neat, yet still occupied. On entering the Addams’ marked territory, he approached her bed; her back was to him as she stirred gently beneath the covers, making him almost hesitate to even try to wake her.

But he took the chance.

“Wednesday?” His voice was quiet yet firm.

Nothing.

He then swallowed his concerns of coaxing her and placed a careful hand on her shoulder to slightly shake her. “Wednesday.”

A small shift of her head followed by her leg told him that she was awake. “Come on. It’s about to be 9:00. Everyone else is already in the Quad.” He was expecting her to jump up at the sound of his voice and snap at him for being in her room.

He was proven wrong.

The raven only expressed a nasal sigh and pushed herself up, not bothering to face her retriever. As she rearranged her pillow, she spoke in a low but soft tone. “Why are you here?”

“I came to wake you up,” was Xavier’s obvious reply.

“I mean, why is it you who came to wake me up and not Enid.” There was now a slight edge but nothing too threatening.

Maybe he was proven right? He glanced to the webbed-design window. “She was busy helping the others with setting up and asked me to come get you.” When the other did not respond, he joined her in saying no more. Should he leave her be now? Would it be right or wrong for him to stay or to leave the room? She seemed like her normal self but not, at the same time. Her sarcastic tongue was intact, but her projection was more relaxed than usual. She had sat up but refused to look at him. It was not until he caught a long lock of raven hair being gently tossed over her shoulder that he realized the biggest difference of all.

His eyes followed her blindside as her loose locks blended in and out of her sleepwear’s monochromatic palette. The window’s light touched it just enough to reveal its silky shine and soft waves running down its length. Although he could not quite catch the full length, he was about dumbstruck.

Damn, was it a sight to see. Blindsiding. Shocking. Beautiful.

“You don’t sleep with your braids in?” he quizzed, not even thinking before blurting out.

The raven went hot. She was too occupied by the remembrance of nightmares her mind had endured throughout the restless night, despite the residual sweat licking her neck, that she forgot about her undone look. In a slight panic, she moved her legs out from the blanket to sit on the side of the mattress. “Is it that strange that you have to sound so surprised?”

“No,” he immediately denied. “I’ve just never seen you without them.” He should have known better than to jump her for something that was probably a touchy topic, but he did know better than to tell her that she looked like a whole different person. “Your hair looks good down.”

Wednesday just kept her mocha orbs to the floor. It was not that she did not like her hair completely free of any style or updo… it was because she hated it. She hated the way it made her feel, made her look, and made her come across – it corrupted who she was. Or who she was made out to be. She never wanted anyone to see her without her dark tresses twisted in two. It was not who she was, nor what her reputation was built up upon. Her braids were her signature look and served her well. Only once was there at time that she had worn her hair down, and that became the first and last time she would ever let it fall freely in front of anyone.

Again, she was tangled up in her thoughts to almost forget that the quicker she forced him out, the less time he had to feast his eyes on her long, loose, raven locks. “We’re going to be late,” she stated numbly prior to standing up. “Go ahead. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Thorpe blinked away and agreed. “Oh, y-yeah. Take your time.” He flipped around and made it towards the door, opening it to take his leave. But slipping between the gap to the hallway, he looked back into the room. “Wednesday?”

She had already paced around her bed to make her way towards the closet. Her silhouette was drawn by the window as she looked his way.

“I’m not going to go tell everyone about this – about your hair and all.” His words seemed to come out with a hint of nervousness that had the psychic only holding her stare on him. “I mean…” he then began before giving her a promising nod. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Hearing that phrase sent a mixed sensation of insecurity and diffidence to swirl in Addams’ bloodstream. It was not the ideal scenario, but she knew that Xavier was the best person Enid could have sent besides herself. She still thought of him as an elitist snob, but he was notorious for keeping his word on anything. On everything.

That was one thing she did appreciate: his trustworthiness.

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corinneecrivaine · 1 month

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The Day You Healed My Soul.

Chapter 6

Between Past and Present

Sapphic Romance Fanfiction

Main characters Kit and Jade (Willow 2022)

A soft morning light gently awoke Kit from her daydreams, lulled by memories of Emma that still permeated every corner of her room. She got up, leaving her notebook on the bedside table, preparing for her new day. However, the events of the previous day had unsettled her, subtly manifesting themselves in her every hesitant gesture and the troubled look she furtively caught in the mirror.

Arriving at the restaurant, she exchanged a shy smile with Jade before plunging into work. The day passed between services and cocktails, complicit exchanges and glances that spoke louder than words.

Jade mentioned Boorman's invitation.

— Ready for tonight? she asked.

Kit hesitated, her eyes reflecting a deep uncertainty. Going to this party represented a confrontation with her complex emotions and with the spark that was growing inside her, a spark named Jade. She let out a sigh before answering.

— I'm not sure it's a good idea for me to come.

But Jade persisted.

— And missing the Boorman parties that the whole island is talking about, impossible. (She put her hand on her friend's shoulder.) It'll just be a chance to have some fun. We can go together if you like.

Although the idea of being at this party filled her with apprehension, she finally agreed.

The hour drew near. When she opened the door, Jade's sparkling eyes awakened a glimmer of wonder in her. A mutual attraction captured in their knowing glances settled in. Although still reserved, Kit took a deep breath, preparing herself to face the life that continued to unfold around her.

Once there, the two friends found themselves immersed in a magical, enchanting atmosphere. Strings of lights surrounding the façade of Boorman's warehouse projected their dancing glow onto Jade's sparkling dress, making her even more seductive. At her side, wearing elegant black canvas pants and a navy-blue silk blouse, Kit radiated an aura of mystery and charm.

The mystical sound of musical notes, at times soft and melodious, at others percussive, combined with the enchanting scent of jasmine, carried by a gentle breeze, overwhelmed Kit with a sense of fulfillment.

The two friends were mingling with guests dressed in extravagant outfits, when Boorman, as eccentric as ever, swapping his paint-splattered vest for a psychedelic jacket, matching pants and fancy jewelry, joined them. His eyes widened with an enthusiastic smile.

— You look radiant !

Jade looked at him and replied with mischief.

— Thanks Boorman, but don't go overboard..

He placed a hand over his heart dramatically

— You make a magnificent couple.

Slightly embarrassed, Kit quickly retorted.

— We're friends.

Just then, a female voice, full of excitement, rang out in the distance.

— Jade !!!

Elora radiated unreal beauty. Dressed in white pants that harmoniously emphasized her gait, matched with a lace bustier. The lines and sophisticated cut of her outfit highlighted her natural grace, caressed by magic. Her face lit up with a radiant smile, she rushed to embrace her friend. In a burst of joy, Jade made the introductions.

— Elora, let me introduce you to Kit.

Kit smiled warmly.

— Kit, this is Elora, the island's pastry magician and our invaluable baker. She's our bread supplier.

— Ladies, I don't want to interrupt this wonderful sentimental moment, but if you'd like to head over to the buffet. Boorman exclaimed, spreading his arms wide, revealing the hearty dishes just waiting to be savored.

— Great idea, I'm starving. Said Elora enthusiastically.

Kit discovered a buffet of a thousand colors, pyramids of exotic fruits, alongside rivers of melted chocolate flowing down gourmet fountains, and veritable edible sculptures with heavenly names. A variety of seafood dishes, refreshing and phosphorescent cocktails.

— You're right, Jade, Boorman doesn't do things by halves !

Jade picked up a skewer of delicately grilled seafood and handed it to Kit.

— Here, taste this.

An explosion of flavors caressed every taste bud on her tongue, between the salty sensations and the tenderness of the grilled, spicy seafood. Kit felt transported into an ocean of delights. Her gaze met Jade's, creating a silent sensory connection between the two young women.

— Little did I know that behind this eccentric being was a famous cook.

Elora hurried to reply to Kit.

— Oh no, it wasn't Boorman who prepared all these dishes, but his friend and my baker : Lori.

Kit smiled before answering.

— In any case, this Lori seems to be an artist in the kitchen. It seems like every dish is an edible work of art. And you, Elora, what's your specialty ?

Elora laughed softly.

— My pastries. They have a fairytale touch, especially my muffins.

Jade couldn't help but intervene and add mischievously.

— You're very modest, Elora. Lori didn't cook all by himself, and the names of each preparation are rightfully yours.

Embarrassed, the young woman changed the subject.

— Welcome Kit to our enchanted world. Let yourself get lost in the magic that surrounds you.

Just then, a young man arrived, with casual elegance and a mischievous smile. He adjusted his jacket slightly, looked at Kit with an air of curiosity and declared in a soft, melodious voice.

— If magic hasn't enchanted you yet, Princess, perhaps a poetic melody might remedy that.

As he spoke, he approached Kit and curtsied, placing a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

— May I introduce myself : Graydon.

The young woman was taken aback by the man's long black hair flowing wildly around his face, and his beard accentuating his neat, elegant appearance, making him a man from a bygone era. He wore a dark suit with a white satin shirt. His vest, adorned with fleur-de-lis motifs, and a fine silk scarf accentuated his aristocratic style.

Elora smiled and answered Kit with a touch of humor.

— I don't know why, but he always thinks he's a prince from ancient times. (She turned gracefully to Graydon) My princely poet. she said before kissing him.

Graydon answered her lovingly.

— You radiate elegance, my love. I love it when you wear those refined pants and bustier. They enhance the sparkle in your eyes and your natural charm.

Exasperated, Jade retorted.

— We're going for a walk. she said, before walking away with Kit.

The two friends let themselves be carried away by the bewitching magic of the party, lost in the enchantment of a crowd vibrating to the rhythm of the music. The intoxicating phosphorescent drinks projected a verdant glow, reminiscent of fireflies dancing in the middle of the night in an enchanted forest. With every sip, a fruity explosion of exotic flavors ignited the palate. Every smile exchanged, every silence shared, forged a deepening emotional bond. Kit felt the weight of her emotions intensify, crescendoing, passionate, as she shared moments with Jade. Their eyes met, reflecting a glimmer of complicit tenderness.

A little later in the evening, everyone gathered around a campfire whose golden flames mingled with the blue of the starry night. Graydon played his flute, accompanied by local musicians improvising a gentle melody. The air was charged with aromas, a mixture of wood-fire smoke, the salty scent of the ocean and incense fragrances evoking a sense of mystery. The sea breeze gently caressed each member of the group, soothing them. Scorpia had joined them, snuggled up against Boorman, her eyes fixed on Kit.

As everyone was lulled to sleep by the music, Boorman took a deep breath and shared a few words with Kit.

— Graydon's parents have run the island's most famous family distillery for generations. They look forward to Graydon taking over.

— What does Graydon want to do ? Kit asked curiously.

Boorman smiles, delicately holding a cup of tea infused with local herbs.

— Well, he prefers to write poetry and play music. His grandmother used to say that music is a balm for the soul. He finds fulfillment in the arts, unlike the conventional family business.

Kit's face darkened slightly, her thoughts unconsciously wandering to Emma. She sighed before asking.

— Is it so difficult for him to reconcile his artistic aspirations with his family's expectations ?

Boorman shrugged his shoulders.

— I guess it's a daily struggle he has to face between his obligations and his choices.

Kit nodded and inhaled deeply, enjoying the sea breeze and the warmth of the campfire. She saw in Graydon's story her own emotional struggle.

The music gently stopped and the musicians put down their instruments. Scorpia turned to Elora.

— Why don't you tell us the story of the island's guardian.

Everyone cheered her heartily.

— Ok. A long time ago, a man seeking redemption for all his past deeds was lost at sea. Alone on his boat, doomed to certain death, he was drawn by a distant call. The benevolent spirits, protectors of the island and nature, had just saved his life. Discovering the beauty of this place, he let himself be guided by the songs in every tree, every leaf, every trickle of the waves.

Considered a living link between magic and the inhabitants, he became the island's guardian. Some say he's always there, his spirit linked to this enchanted place. In quiet moments in the middle of the night, it's possible to hear his whispers in the sound of the wind. Others claim to have seen lights guiding lost souls.

Lori arrived just then, and as she joined the group, he added.

— As much as this island has a bright, salvific side, it also has a side that will engulf anyone in the abyss of their soul.

Scorpia angrily stormed off.

— Damn it, Lori, you just ruined the mood !

But Lori insisted.

— Come on, Scorpia, don't tell me you've never felt there was something sinister going on.

Scorpia shook her head.

— No, I don't feel anything like that. This place is a source of healing and peace. That's all that matters to me.

— Fine, think what you like. But everyone knows that there can be no paradise without its dark side. This is the duality of all existing things. Shadow cannot exist without light.

To ease the tension, Boorman stood up and invited everyone to follow him.

— My faithful friends, it's time to honor our tradition of wishing lanterns.

He led them to a place where piles of lanterns twinkled like will-o'-the-wisps.

Jade, whose face was bathed in the soft light of a lantern, shared with Kit the secrets of this enchanted custom.

— It's an ancient tradition. We write our wish on this small parchment and place it in this lantern. We release it into the sky, and the universe makes it come true. Here, your turn.

She handed Kit a small piece of parchment and a lantern. The latter hesitated, skeptical at the idea, and murmured.

— A wish... Between the possible and the imaginary.

Enthralled by the mystique of the moment, Jade urged her friend to accept.

— You do have one wish, Kit. Everybody's got a wish.

— After all, we're on a magical island. she replied with a smile.

Kit took the small piece of parchment and the lantern and set off on her adventure. As she wrote her wish, it seemed to her that this intimate gesture carried meaning, as if each word placed on that small piece of parchment simultaneously connected her to Emma and freed her from her suffering.

As they launched their lanterns together, watching their ascent until they disappeared into the starry background, Kit, her eyes riveted on her wish, let a slightly melancholy thought turn to Emma.

Graydon roused them from their reverie by wrapping his arms around both of them, and with a big smile, shared the existence of a mystical presence at the party.

— Ladies, would you be up for an escapade into mystical territory ? A reliable source tells me that the island's most exceptional adventure teller is attending the party.

Kit and Jade exchanged glances. Without giving them time to react, Graydon led them through the crowd, directing their attention to a small, secluded tent. The red sails danced in the night breeze, giving off a subdued glow.

Before leaving them, he spoke passionately.

— Ready to let yourself be guided through the twists and turns of spiritualism ?

— I think when it comes to magic, or whatever you want to call it, I'll be fine. Kit replied dryly.

But Jade, her eyes sparkling with excitement, was no longer listening to her friend.

— Absolutely, Graydon, we're ready. she says excitedly.

She ignored Kit's skeptical look and headed for the little tent. Kit sighed before following her, murmuring to herself, "You look too much like Emma, Jade."

Graydon left them, winking and smiling.

Inside, an enigmatic woman awaited them, seated at a small round table draped in a white velvet veil, on which rested various esoteric tools. Her hands, gloved with fine black lace, were clasped in front of her, and her mysterious allure was accentuated by a long, dark cloak that concealed most of her body. Her untidy, deep-black hair framed her face with indiscernible features, concealed by the flickering light of the candles on the table.

With a graceful wave of her hand, she invited the two friends to sit down. The young women complied, looking at each other in silence before taking their seats.

The fortune-teller gently took each woman's hand, her gloved fingers gliding tenderly over their skin. Despite the aura of mystery that surrounded her, this woman seemed imbued with benevolence. When she spoke, her soft, melodious voice echoed in their minds.

Whispering, she said :

— Together, we'll explore the depths of your soul, where your most secret aspirations and deepest fears reside. I invite you to surrender to this experience, to let go and trust the process. Be open and honest with yourself.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply to harmonize her own vibrations with those of Kit and Jade. After a few seconds, she lifted her eyelids and stared at the two friends, but her attention was particularly focused on Kit.

— There are so many shadows in your Kit eyes, the past intertwined with the present, both linked by a strong pain in your soul, a burden you can no longer carry or hide behind that bandage.

Kit shivered at the words, the candlelight flickering to the rhythm of her anxious heart. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked:

— Who are you, anyway ? How do you know my name and what do you know of my pain ?

Preoccupied by what she had just heard and her friend's reaction, Jade gently placed a comforting hand on her arm while whispering softly :

— It's all right, Kit.

The fortune-teller smiled slightly at Jade's reaction, then took a deep breath before answering Kit.

— I am the messenger of the past and the present. I see beyond appearances and feel the soul's deepest emotions. Your pain is so visible in your aura, a suffering that has haunted you for far too long. What remains is an absence, a love, both unfinished. Your father knew the secrets of this island. Your beloved Emma left you a flame that consumes you.

The words struck Kit like an icy punch to the soul. Her heart raced, sweeping away any attempt at inner calm. Not knowing what to think or feel, between anger, sadness and perhaps hope. She tried to conceal her emotions, but the tone of her voice betrayed her when she asked :

— My father... What do you know about my father ?

Stunned by the evolution of the session, as she became aware of the intense pain linked to this absent father tormenting her friend's soul, Jade tightened her embrace on Kit's arm to show her presence and support, addressing her with a look of solicitude.

The fortune-teller continued to address Kit in a soft, soothing voice.

— Explore this island, Kit, discover its mysteries, dive deep into your soul. It's time to release those emotions and thoughts that hold you back. Don't be afraid of what you might discover, for it's in exploring your deepest truths that you'll find peace.

Caught up in rage, a storm of fury swirling inside her, Kit stood up abruptly.

— That's enough!!! She exclaimed as she left.

Jade turned back to the fortune-teller, her face marked by concern.

— Sorry.

But before she could leave the room, the mysterious woman called out to her.

— You were destined to meet in this place, Jade. Your destinies are intimately linked.

*******

Overwhelmed by her emotions, Kit decided to isolate herself, and as she walked through the drunken, joyful crowd, she felt a mysterious call that guided her towards Boorman's warehouse.

As she explored this unusual place, a temple of heaps of objects, each stranger than the last, the lights flickered, creating dancing shadows on each shelf. Her footsteps led her to the motorcycle. She turned to Emma.

— What am I doing here, Emma ? I don't know what to think, what to feel.

She placed her hand on the motorcycle seat, closed her eyes and let the silence wash over her.

Suddenly, a presence at her side broke the stillness of her thoughts. Kit reopened her eyes and saw a shadow approaching her. For a brief moment, she thought she saw Emma's face, but as the figure took shape, she realized it was Jade. Jade gave her a sympathetic look.

— I'm... I'm sorry, Kit, about what happened at the seance. she murmured tenderly.

But as her friend remained silent, looking back at the bike, Jade tried to soften the situation.

— Are you going to restore it ?

Kit took a deep breath and nodded her head.

— I can’t.

— Kit, accepting Boorman's offer doesn't mean you'll betray Emma's memory. (She paused before adding.) Do you think she would have wanted you to stop living ?

— What do you know about what she would have liked or not ! You don't know her !

— Kit, listen to me, I...

Jade tried to calm her down, but Kit, her fists clenched, took a deep breath, her emotions still bubbling up inside her, and cut the conversation short.

— Coming here was a terrible mistake !

She left, leaving Jade alone, silent, meditating on what had just happened.

When the young woman returned to her group of friends, Scorpia couldn't help but intervene when she saw her sister's sad face.

— Where is she ? Scorpia asked sharply.

— Stop it, I have neither the desire nor the strength to argue with you. Jade replied in exasperation.

In order to calm the tension between the two sisters, Elora addressed Jade gently.

— Come with me.

She pulled her away from her sister and began to question her.

— What happened ?

— I hurt Kit's feelings unintentionally by mentioning Emma. She locked herself in her anger. she replied sadly.

Elora took her hands.

— It's painful for her, caught between her past emotions and the present. Find her. Just tell her you're sorry. I don't think her anger is directed at you, but rather at herself.

*******

Kit walked along the moonlit beach, seeking some solitude to soothe her spirit. She gazed at the horizon, where the stars, twinkling on the surface of the ocean, lulled her soul with the gentle melody of the waves. The solitude and contemplation of this natural immensity were for her a refuge from the emotional storm that overwhelmed her. When she turned her head, her gaze met that of Jade, motionless, a few yards away. Without a word, a torrent of emotions passed between them. The gentle breeze caressed their faces and accompanied Jade's footsteps, an echo of tenderness vibrating in the air of that magical night.

She stopped beside Kit, their eyes gazing at each other. She spoke tenderly.

— I'm sorry Kit, I didn't mean to hurt you. I know how hard it is for you, this suffering you're going through.

Jade gently took her hand. Kit shivered involuntarily at the touch and, against all expectations, welcomed the gesture by tightening her fingers around Jade's.

— I'm sorry, Jade, for getting so carried away. I don't know how to deal with all this, my emotions, my pain.

— You don't have to face it alone.

Kit smiled slightly, then let herself go against Jade. The two women remained silent, lulled by the gentle melody of the waves. Their heartbeats were in tune, and a feeling of peace washed over them. The moon illuminated their silhouettes. They remained entwined, enjoying the moment.

*******

Alone at home, Kit couldn't get the fortune-teller's words out of her head. Sitting on her bed, she tried to understand the meaning of her words.

She murmured to herself, "What connection could my father have with this island ?"

Just then, she plunged her hand into the cover of her notebook and pulled out a photo of Emma. As she looked at the portrait, she thought back to the vision of the warehouse.

« Were you really there ? This place is driving me crazy. »

She thought, overwhelmed by a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

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