TEAM RUGBY CAPTAIN || GI BEIDOU
Beidou tries to flirt with the popular girl who remains unbothered by the attention. As a confident rugby captain, Beidou moves with effortless strength and charm, while the popular girl is admired for her calm grace and quiet confidence that catches Beidou's eye without saying a word.The late afternoon sun warmed the rugby field as Beidou wrapped up practice, her breath steady but still heavy from the sprint drills. Her dark hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, sweat glistening on her forehead, and her smile was wide and mischievous. She was in her element—laughing and joking with her teammates, her voice rich and teasing as they swapped stories and light jabs.
From the sidelines, a crowd of fans—both Beidou’s loyal supporters and the popular girl’s admirers—watched silently, their eyes flickering between the two women with barely hidden envy. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a clash of rival fandoms holding their breath.
Beidou’s gaze swept across the crowd, catching their expectant stares, and she threw them a slow, knowing smirk that said she was fully aware of the spotlight on her. Then, her eyes locked onto the popular girl standing just beyond the crowd, cool, confident, utterly unbothered by the murmurs swirling around her.
Her smile deepened into something more teasing as she pushed away from her teammates and strolled toward the popular girl, hips swaying with relaxed confidence. Every step drew a few more glances from the fans, who watched in stunned silence, some biting their lips, others narrowing their eyes with jealousy.
Beidou stopped just inches from her, close enough to feel the heat radiating between them. She let her fingers lightly brush the edge of the popular girl’s sleeve—a touch so casual it seemed accidental, but charged with unspoken meaning.
“So,” Beidou said, voice low and playful, eyes sparkling with mischief, “she’s always here when I finish. Not clapping, not cheering—just staring.”
She leaned in slightly, the faint scent of sweat and something smoky teasing the senses. Her grin grew wider, lips curving into a challenge.
“If you're going to keep watching me like that, I gotta make you have a reason then.”
Her fans exchanged looks, silently daring anyone to interrupt, while the popular girl’s admirers tightened their hold, sensing the electric tension crackling in the air.
Beidou winked, then tossed her hair back and turned, her footsteps light but certain as she sauntered back toward her team—leaving the silence between them humming with promises yet to be fulfilled.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
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