#Is it love

[sleepyheadnat]

@rascallyrose92, I was very inspired last night to finally go already and write my own "Silver and Blaze's post-Sonic Colors DS adventure in which they bond and become besties" fic that I've been planning for a while now. Except that I was also too sleepy and unmotivated to actually write it. So I made this monstrosity instead:

Silver’s one (1) Chaos Emerald that he had gotten from his dad let him know that there was big trouble in the past because turns out it’s resonating with the Solar Emeralds and so he follows it and ends up in Blaze’s dimension and when he gets there it’s just in time since she’s fighting something that the Solar Emeralds told her as well and she’s like get a load of this guy but then they fight alongside each other and it flows so well so even being suspicious of one another they’re okay for now. But the Chaos Emeralds refuse to take him back to his time because it’s not done yet and so they spend more time together while also being sus of each other and eventually Sonic arrives and now we really gotta fight a big threat. Blaze feels something in her stirring Marine says it’s love but it’s actually Iblis and she remembers Silver and Crisis City.

[daily-utsu-p]

Daily Utsu-P #174:

ラブカ？ (Love ka?) / Is it Love? feat. flower | Remix of Hiiragi Kirai's original song, not featured on any album

[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

CHILD OF RED CHAPTER THREE - I HATE WINTER.

WORDS - 2,910.

RATING - 18+

previous chapter

SUMMARY - Scarlett meets the other Bartholy member and gets invited to a party from an enemy of the Bartholy clan.

The manor had been as intimidating as it had been the night Scarlett had first arrived, the structure had loomed, the roof decors had pierced into the sky and there had been a few vines that had wrapped and sunk itself into the structure, it hadn’t been excessive, so Scarlett had pondered if it had been Nicolae’s idea to leave it there.

Scarlett and Drogo had been silent when they had entered the building, and Scarlett had been surprised a chatter-box such like him had been able to remain silent throughout most of the drive back to his home.

“Scarlett, Drogo,” Nicolae smiled once he had noted the two students enter the foyer, and apologetic, Scarlett briefly hung her head low.

“Nicolae, I’m sorry for what had happened---”

“Nonsense!” He quickly responded and embarrassed, Scarlett had angled her sight towards him, cheeks flustered with deep atonement, her causing trouble the first day she came to the university was the last thing she had wanted. “You having an accident was not your fault.”

Disconcerted, Scarlett’s nails faintly brushed against her palms ere she tightened her hands into balls. “You’ve made quite the introduction; everyone will now know you as bloody nose,” Drogo smiled and with the roll of her eyes Scarlett had remained silent to the blonde boy’s joke as Nicolae briskly sent a piercing gaze towards his younger brother.

“Is there anything that needs to be done?” Nicolae questioned.

“No, it was just a nose bleed, I don’t know why I had to be sent home for it,” Scarlett replied.

“You’re saying that because you’re used to it,” Drogo said. “That nosebleed was a waterfall.”

Discomforted, Scarlett crossed her arms as she opened her mouth to defend herself. “It doesn’t get that bad that often, I hope everyone here can handle blood,” she then smiled, aware of the hasty looks the two brothers exchanged with each other. “I’ll be in my room,” she said, diligent to hide the smirk she had on her face, Scarlett had moved away from the Bartholy siblings before making her way up the stairs.

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DECEMBER 9TH OF FEBRUARY 1950

ILLINOIS, CHICAGO

“We will not be giving her to you!” Her mother cried out, her voice strained with acrimony and displeasure, as she had continued to argue with an unknown figure that had stood in their kitchen; it had been a school night, approximately thirty minutes since Scarlett had been sent to sleep by her father, the young girl couldn’t go to sleep as she had felt like her stomach turn and twist with intent to keep her awake.

Nevertheless, Scarlett had been under her duvet, she had purposely held the cover over her body as she used her senses to listen to the ire conversation that had been held in an area two rooms away from her bedroom. Under her blanket the girl had been still, wary with her actions to make sure that she wouldn’t miss a single word that came out of anyone’s mouth.

“As much as I respect you Mrs. Venura…I appreciate the loyalty Mr. Venura had for me, which is proof to why I haven’t killed any of you for not giving her to me,” the strange man spoke. “But one day,” he declared. “With or without your consent, the girl will be mine.”

Frightened, Scarlett had widened her eyes, quickly, the back of her hand had pressed against her mouth as she choked back the little cries that escaped her lips while the string of fear had easily taken over her body, to cope, and force herself to sleep, Scarlett had screwed her eyes shut, silently repeating sentences to help her calm down, but as if a penetrable force had been against her. Scarlett’s eyes opened once more, but where she had been was different, she was no longer in her room but in the snowy darkness of the Chicago streets.

Bare feet in her nightwear, Scarlett had clenched her fists once more, disturbed and shocked on how she had been able to get out of her home. So, stunned that she hadn’t realised how much she had been shivering. Wide-eyed, the girl had begun to look around in attempt to identify where she had been, yet, she had not recognised this street so she had noted she must’ve been far in town.

“Run!” A whispery voice yelled, and without second thought, Scarlett had moved on her feet, darting down the deserted roads, in silent request that the further she had run, the more she would recognise where she had been. “Don’t look back!”

Frustrated, Scarlett had continued to run, almost breathless as her naked feet continued to slam against the icy floor, using all her strength to not slip and hurt herself. Indulged with survival, the girl paced forward, eventually, content as she could see her home slowly emerge in the distance, and with a struggled laugh, Scarlett had paced to her home, unaware with how heavy she had been breathing and how much her legs and stomach had been hurting from the once endless running.

“Mama!” She called out as she looked around in fear. “Papa!” She cried, but nothing had been answered, tired, Scarlett had placed her hands against her knees, frustrated by the lack of knowledge she had carried.

Comprehensive, that her parents had not been home, Scarlett had slipped on her shoes, aware to the fact that she had not been safe in her home, or even outside. Nevertheless, the whereabouts of her parents had been her top priority, so she had exited her home once more, unaware of the tears that had started to fall down her cheeks, while the slow fear of unsafeness began to creep into her heart once more---and without the need to have anyone in her head to tell her to, Scarlett began to run again.

Though, unlike before, Scarlett had been sure something had trailed after her, and as a flash of light appeared in front of the dark-haired girl, Scarlett choked back a scream, but when she had become aware of what or who had stood in front of her. She had felt as if her voice box had wanted to explode with the ear damaging scream she had released once the man who had moved towards her, revealed the razor-sharp fangs in his mouth and with his eyes that had glowed red, Scarlett hadn’t been quick to realise how brisk he had been to dig his sharpened teeth into her neck.

The pain insufferable and dire, limp between his grasp, Scarlett could feel her soul yearn for a quick death, but she wasn’t given it, and in agony her eyes screwed shut as she could feel her blood be sucked from his mouth. Both processes slow which had been her death and the transpire---but as time eventually passed which had felt like decades formed into seconds, the man had eventually let her go, his motion rough as he finally allowed her to drop against the floor, her head connecting against the rough surface of the Earth while her eyes slowly shut, the memory of the small and soft snow flakes falling from the Chicago sky turning into an old sour memory.

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With a deep gasp, Scarlett had woken up from her sleep, anxious, she had sat up before she had immediately moved her hand towards her neck. Stunned, her thumb had gently rubbed against the once tortured area of her throat while her eyes gently coated with threatening tears as she attempted to force her mind and heart to calm down.

How she had hated re-living that night, the night where everything for her seemed to twist into an agonising reality, a life where she would spend most of her years looking for her parents and discovering the severe secrets in relation to their disappearance. Uncomforted, Scarlett had released the soft grip she had around her neck in slight sorrow of the night she had died, yet, as she had a difficulty to neutralise her grief, it was as if a member of the manor had come to her rescue.

Soft notes had slowly walked down the corridors and seeped through the walls with its sweet melody, helping her forget all the sad memories she had dreamt, curious, Scarlett had pulled herself off her bed. Had it been Nicolae? Drogo? Or even Lorie?

She doubted that, none of them seemed like they played instruments, but she could be wrong.

As she had closed her bedroom door behind her, Scarlett had assumed it had to be round noon when she returned to wake, though, time had not been what had mattered. The manor had been silent aside from the nectareous keys that had sweetened the atmosphere of the home, like a hypnotic melody which had pulled Scarlett closer to where it had rooted from. The woman had noted the music had belonged to a room she knew did not belong to the previous Bartholy siblings she had met.

There had been a soft guilt that knotted in Scarlett’s stomach as she had not knocked before she had pushed the door open, but other than that, Scarlett had been correct, this was neither Drogo, Nicolae or even Lorie, but a dark-haired man, hair so black that it had appeared as midnight blue, skin pale and worn over his body was a blue shirt with intricate designs and a pair of dark pants that empathised his long body. He seemed to not mind the nosy presence of Scarlett, who had silently but curiously watched the way his fingers played against the keys, the notes which had resumed to sing the sweet melodies that aided Scarlett to forget about her dream had come to a halt and surprised, Scarlet had stood up.

“I’m sorry,” she had whispered, and smoothly, the boy had turned to face her, this must be Peter.

Eyes wide, Scarlett dryly gulped, his beauty had been striking, stunning---but there had been a softer look he had compared to Drogo and even Nicolae, eyes green, like the morning forest and lips softly shaped and pink that had appeared kissable, embarrassed, Scarlett quickly looked away from him. Focused on the other features he had; Scarlett had thought he had seemed like he was carved by Michelangelo himself. “It’s okay,” he spoke. “It’s finally nice to meet you, come in.” He kindly smiled.

With a returned smile, Scarlett had slid into his bedroom, his room had been darker compared to the other walls Scarlett had seen and walked past by, the walls had been painted a dark shade of blue, but the décor still had a Victorian edge to it, the tables, chairs black and so was the large piano in his bedroom.

His bed was Grande, dark colours with multiple silver pillows fluffed and plopped on his bed, verily, Scarlett had found his bedroom to be depressing, but the way everything had been embellished had truthfully inspired her. “I almost thought that I’d never meet you,” Scarlett chuckled. “It’s almost as if you were a Ghost,” she said, her eyes then bright with dare and short defiance which had caused Peter to fall into an awkward flash.

“I’m sorry,” he said before he forced himself to laugh. “For not greeting you the day you came here, it was disrespectful of me. I’m not the best with welcoming new people,” he explained before he offered Scarlett to sit next to him, grateful, Scarlett showed him a short smile before she had taken in his quiet request. “I heard what happened,” he said in relations to her nose-bleed.

“I’m sure everyone has,” Scarlett shrugged. “And I’m sure everyone is going to be speaking about it when I come back,” she whispered as she crossed her arms, she hadn’t been as ashamed and flustered when it had first happened but Scarlett had worried if her first day would always follow her.

Observant, Peter had taken in her embarrassed look and weighed himself to comfort herself. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he smiled.

“It was the first day, and now everyone is going to know me as Bloody Scarlett,” she whined and with a slight laugh, Peter gently patted her shoulder, his soft but brief touch had caused the girl to look away, he had felt contradicting, warm but icy, like a warm fire slowly melting an ice cave, Scarlett had liked it, he had been finely different compared to Drogo. Drogo who had been the ice-berg taking out the flame.

Drogo, someone Scarlett had consistently thought about. Drogo, someone Scarlett had thought to be irritable. Drogo---

“This piece,” Peter whispered as he began to press his fingers against his piano keys, the beautiful music had easily distracted Scarlett from her train of thoughts, a breakthrough Scarlett had been thankful for. “Do you play the piano?” He asked and kindly, Scarlett had half-smiled at his inquire.

“No, but I play the violin,” Scarlett answered. “Well, barely now,” she shrugged.

“That’s a beautiful instrument,” Peter softly lauded, his green eyes warmly looking over Scarlett who had barely smoothed her fingers against the piano keys.

With a short sigh, Scarlett turned to look at Peter, eyes soft with a hint of sadness, arms crossed and pressed against her lap. “My mother used to teach me.”

“Used to?” Peter asked.

“She’s dead now,” Scarlett said. ”Along with my father.”

Peter had then apologised. “I’m sorry for your losses.”

“It’s okay,” Scarlett replied as she sat up and quickly, she had stretched her limbs. “I have to pick up Lorie from school,” she said as she brought herself to stand on her feet.

“Do you wish for me to take you?” Peter asked and with a short tap on his shoulder, Scarlett shook her head.

“I’ll be fine,” Scarlett said as she moved to the exit of his room. “I’ll see you later.”

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Scarlett lowered down the music that had obnoxiously played through the speaker of her vehicle once she had positioned her car in the parking lot area of Lorie’s school. It had been a private school; a type of school Scarlett had expected for a young girl like Lorie to go.

Smoothly, Scarlett had put down the hot drink she had drank while she had drove down to collect Lorie, and as she had locked the car the moment she exited the vehicle, Scarlett quickly made way to where Lorie’s class and teacher had been standing.

It had surprised Scarlett when she saw Lorie pace towards her, like Scarlett had been a fountain of pure Human blood for the young Vampire---pure excitement had glinted in Lorie’s eyes when she had wrapped her small arms around Scarlett’s waist. Giddy and bemused, Lorie tilted her face up towards the Venura woman who had looked down at the young girl with a face full of confusion.

“Did you find the school fun?” Scarlett asked out of confusion, and up-beat Lorie shrugged her shoulders.

“I think everyone there is dumb,” she replied as she pulled away from the heavy embrace and surprised, Scarlett had laughed. She had understood that due to Lorie’s circumstance, what the school must’ve been teaching the young girl was likely deemed as old news to her.

Content, Lorie had reached for Scarlett’s hand as they approached her vehicle, the silence between the two ladies was like sweet honey, but as sweet as honey could be, the nectar had attracted over-bearing bears. The bear being Loan. With her enhanced sight, Scarlett could see the man from afar, confused to what had brought him here, Scarlett pulled a faux smile ere she twisted her body towards the male, who she had known had the intentions to steal her minutes away.

“Saw you and I just wanted to say hello,” he smiled, his eyes briefly glanced at Lorie and once their visions met, there had been a hasty look of disturb that had flashed across his face, but as he looked away from the small girl, he had fixed a beam as he returned to look at Scarlett. “I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“That’s kind of you, Loan,” Scarlett smiled, aware of the short squeeze Lorie gripped around her hand, Scarlett hadn’t allowed Lorie’s short signal to make Scarlett look away from Loan. “But I’m fine, thank you for checking up on me.”

Confused, Lorie had looked between Loan and Scarlett, aware of the short sharp tension that had been shared between the two adults. Lorie didn’t know if she had wanted to scream or vomit. “There’s a kickback happening in the woods on Friday, you should come,” Loan said and thoughtful, Scarlett pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear. “If you do come, let’s hope you don’t have another nosebleed,” he joked and awkwardly, Scarlett had forced a laugh.

“I’ll consider coming,” Scarlett said with a smile. “I’ll most likely come through.”

With a brief nod, Loan carefully pulled out his phone. “Good, we should exchange numbers,” and once he had suggested the share of digits, Scarlett had quickly pushed her phone out her pocket and swapped numbers, aware of how bored Lorie must’ve been, the older woman kindly patted Lorie’s head.

“We should get going, I have to take Lorie home now,” Scarlett informed and with an understanding look, Loan hastily shared a look with the younger girl ere he forced a faux kind grin.

“Of course,” Loan said and as he returned his sight towards Scarlett, he had kindly winked at her before he turned on the balls of his feet and continued on his path to collect his sister.

In silence, Scarlett and Lorie had entered Scarlett’s vehicle to leave to the Bartholy Manor, yet, before the Venura woman had been in front of her steering-wheel, she had helped Lorie put on her seat-belt, the young Bartholy woman slightly annoyed but slightly comforted by Scarlett’s help, when her nanny had finished with her, Lorie had watched the curly-haired girl move to her driving seat.

“Do you like Loan?” Lorie questioned and surprised, Scarlett laughed at the young girl’s forward inquire.

“I barely know him,” she explained.

“You can still have a crush on someone without knowing them much,” Lorie added, and with an impressed look, Scarlett raised the both of her eyebrows.

“That can also be true,” Scarlett said as she had then settled during the moment she pulled on her seat-belt, she had wondered if Lorie would inform one of her brothers of what had just happened, and she ended up not doubting that Lorie wouldn’t open her mouth to either Peter or Nicolae, or even Drogo.

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Scarlett was unsure if this was Lorie’s idea of fun or torture, almost two hours of playing with dolls with unique stories.

“Right now, I am going to hang this doll and stab the other,” she smiled, the brief sentence had brought her enough ecstasy in her eyes. “New characters, this is Mr Sunny and the other one is Mrs Moon,” she happily introduced, and once she had shoved the dolls against Scarlett’s chest, Lorie had spun her back to face the Venura girl ere she collected other objects to aid her in the story.

“Is this really a good game to play?” Scarlett sourly questioned and with a short glare, Lorie stomped her feet, fists clenched with scrutiny.

“You have to play my game!” She snarled and without wanting to hear an answer from her nanny, Lorie smiled before she dragged forward another doll to play with. “Cut its head off.”

“What?” Scarlett huffed and with a daring look from the younger girl, Scarlett sat up on her bottom, unsure if she should go along with Lorie’s command, but it was what helped her get paid. Awkward, Scarlett had taken away the scissors Lorie had passed to her and shortly, Scarlett had wondered why any of her brothers allowed such sharp tools in her bedroom, but once again, Scarlett had to consider she was not talking to an ordinary child, but a Vampire stuck in a child’s form.

Silent, Scarlett had opened the scissors, readied herself to snap the doll’s neck as Lorie sharply laughed in the background, the torturous event distracted by a long and dramatic sigh from Lorie’s older brother, Drogo.

“So, it didn’t take long for Lorie to start her fun games,” Drogo smiled, his smile sharp and full of joke, fully aware that the games Lorie had shared had not been fun to anyone but for the twisted little girl. “And it did not take her long to start terrorising you I see.”

With a full pout, Lorie had stomped her feet once more. “I’m not terrorising her, yet,” she testified and as Scarlett rose to her feet, she had dusted her clothes.

“This is the first time I’m glad to see you, Drogo,” Scarlett muttered and humoured, Drogo leaned himself against Lorie’s bedroom walls.

“Don’t lie to yourself little thing,” he smirked and with a twisted face, Scarlett crossed her arms, clearly against the nickname he had used for her.

Though as much as Scarlett had wanted to speak for her distaste, it had seemed like Lorie disliked the idea of not having the attention on her. “You’re supposed to be spending time with me,” Lorie snapped and receptive, Scarlett had sat close to Lorie’s bed.

“You’re right,” Scarlett agreed and pleased, Lorie rolled her eyes towards Drogo, her face innocent but sweetly layered with mischief.

“Scarlett will also be spending time with Loan,” Lorie said and as Drogo knitted down his eyebrows, Scarlett couldn’t help but curve her eyes.

Thus, Scarlett had been right, Lorie told one of her brothers. “I’m not hanging out specifically with him, it’s a kick-back Lorie, other people will be there.”

With a smile, Lorie bounced her shoulders, in glee to see Drogo’s pale expression. “They even exchanged numbers.”

“I’m pretty sure you value yourself enough to not hang out with Loan,” Drogo sharply smiled and put off, Scarlett dragged herself to stand on her feet.

With Lorie’s unhinged idea of games and Drogo’s appearance, Scarlett had felt like her alleged unlimited energy had been drained. “I’ll be going to my room now,” she then said, replicating Drogo with a faux smile. “Both you and Loan can be unbearable, but I have come to an understanding that Loan is definitely way better to be around,” she stated and with a sarcastic bow, Scarlett had then left the room, leaving the two Bartholy siblings alone.

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[the-neversay]

Loreen // Is It Love

[possiblyrhodri]

Loreen - Is It Love (Visualiser) Eίναι αγάπη

[silent-raven13]

for my fanfic Chapter 7 Wally wants love.

Wally is crushing on someone!

[writingthroughthenight]

Do you like the door simply because it's decorative or because you love what lies beyond?

[inkskinned]

hey... don't cry.... tesla recall for most cybertrucks, okay? >46,000 vehicles affected <3

[jandjsalmon]

Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

[gammadoppler]

Alien pulling your sleeve to get your attention: and who is this Cunt you all serve

[sugarsaltreading]

earlier this week Twitter user ppuccin0 tweeted about a fashion article that advised against tops with large floral patterns, saying the wearer was in danger of looking like a "ロマンティックおばさん," or a "romantic auntie." the tweet went viral with many agreeing that a "romantic auntie" sounded like a very nice thing to aspire to be, and some even posted illustrations or photos tagged with the trend

illustration by Toyota Yuu (author of Cherry Magic)

illustration by 141shkw/Sora Midori (author of Beautiful Curse)

photos by Takinami Yukari (author of Motokare Mania and Watashi-tachi wa Mutsuu Ren'ai ga Shitai or "We Want A Painless Romance")

illustration by m:m (mangaka of Matataki no End Roll)

illustration by ooinuai (mangaka of Onikui Kitan)

illustration by ma2 (mangaka of The Reason We Fall In Love)

BONUS:

[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx

CHILD OF RED CHAPTER SIX - THE LORELEI.

WORDS - 2,857.

RATING - 18+

previous chapter

SUMMARY - as Professor Sebastian is missing, two new students a vampire and a witch, join the school.

“What the Hell is a Liberty Ball,” Scarlett frowned as she walked beside Sarah.

A week had passed, and the second Scarlett had stepped out of her car, her ears had picked up on students talking about a yearly event that happened in the University. “Liberty Ball is a celebration of when Mystery Spell got liberated from the Moreau Family, the entire town celebrates it but the university is very serious about it,” Sarah had explained as they walked down the corridors, Sarah had kindly greeted other students they had passed by. “It’s basically prom with more prestige.”

Intrigued, Scarlett arched her right eyebrow. “So, there will be like a Prom King and Prom Queen?”

“Of course,” Sarah smiled. “But it’s Liberty King and Liberty Queen,” she teasingly corrected, and quickly, Ezra appeared behind Scarlett and Sarah.

The two women had been surprised; it had been as if he had appeared out of thin air. “And I will make sure that you will get the Liberty Queen title,” he said before he turned Scarlett around to kiss her. Sarah made a face before she looked away.

“I’d rather play fair,” Scarlett said as she pulled her lips away from his, Ezra had then stood on Scarlett’s right side, so she was now between him and Sarah.

His arm had been thrown around her shoulder, as if he paraded her around the school. “Then it’ll be fair,” he winked as he joined them on their stroll. “You already have most of the University’s population liking you because you punched Samantha,” Ezra pointed out and with a dry chuckle; throughout the time Scarlett had been with Ezra, she had learned that he was a man of his word, like he had promised her before, he’d have everyone stop calling her Bloody Scarlett, and a week after, it was as if no one had remembered the title.

“Ah,” Sarah had sarcastically breathed out. “The University’s It couple,” Sarah said as she crossed her arms. “Has Drogo said anything about your relationship?”

“Of course, he did,” Ezra snorted. “We all know he is a douche,” he pointed out as the other women laughed at his point.

Since the party in the woods, Scarlett and Drogo had not spoken to each other---Scarlett had found herself spending time with Peter, and of course Lorie, being her au pair and playing her weird games, Scarlett did speak to Nicolae from time to time, but to Scarlett, Nicolae was like a ghost.

Scarlett had mentally kicked herself, she had slacked on her research on her parents, though, ever since Scarlett had the dream, she had feared on what would happen next if she continued to dive into their disappearance. Though, as if the mention of Drogo’s name had summoned him, the Bartholy had turned a corner and appeared in front of them.

He had a smile on his face, a look of mischief. “Did someone say my name?” Drogo questioned as he looked between the three of them.

“Yeah,” Ezra smiled as he pulled Scarlett closer to him. “We were talking about how you’re a douche,” Ezra said and immediately the two blonde men laughed together.

When they stopped, Drogo turned his gaze towards Scarlett, aware that Sarah had looked away from him, with a pout on her face that showed, she did not want him there. “How has it been, being Mrs. Guerrera?” Drogo teasingly questioned.

Dumbfounded, Scarlett stared back at him, there was an impish spark in his eyes as if he had planned to get under her skin. “Mrs. Guerrera?” Scarlett had repeated. “Please don’t tell me that’s the new nickname.”

“It’s better than Bloody Scarlett,” Ezra frowned and annoyed, Scarlett had elbowed him as the university bell rang just in time, the four of them had continued to make it to Myths and Legends.

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It was a substitute teacher.

Thus, many of the students were put-off by the disappearance of their professor, considering he never missed a day, plus, not that Scarlett had really cared, but Loan had also been absent. She had frowned when she had noticed it. The auditorium had not been silent, so Scarlett had turned to look at Sarah who had put her bag to the side.

“Loan is missing too,” Scarlett said, and beside Ezra, Drogo who had sat at the end of the row leaned over with a wink.

“It’s a Full Moon,” he pointed out and Scarlett raised both of her eyebrows.

She had not sensed it on him. “He’s a Werewolf?” Scarlett asked herself but the moment she had said that, Loan had walked through the classroom doors, he had appeared more ruffled than usual, and the idea of him being a Werewolf had been killed.

“Speaking of the Devil,” Drogo had frowned.

“Others might say the Devil is you,” Scarlett smiled and as kickback, Drogo burst out laughing.

It had been strange to Scarlett, how the both of them continued to speak to each other as if they hadn’t completely avoided each other the other week. Class had continued, and most students were allowed to discuss with other students about their research on Sirens they were tasked to do by Professor Jones.

Ezra had explained to Scarlett that he had done her research on Thelxiepeia, one of the daughters of the River God, Achelous and Mousa, while Scarlett had done research on a Siren called the Lorelei.

A German lore of a beautiful maiden who threw herself into the Rhine River after she had found out her lover was faithless, and after her own suicide, she transformed into a Siren who hunted after fishermen. “That’s an interesting story,” Sarah said as she underlined some of her texts.

“I was doing research on the darker version of The Little Mermaid,” she smiled

“I’ve always been interested in Sirens,” Scarlett added.

“I think everyone once had a Siren Phase,” Sarah said.

Drogo scoffed. “Not me,” he called out which had made the Osborne girl roll her eyes.

“You are not apart of the conversation Drogo,” Sarah said and with a motion of zipping his lips, Drogo returned to his work.

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Anxious, Scarlett had stood outside Ezra’s home, her boyfriend had stood beside her as he had wrapped his arm around her shoulders to calm her down. “They’ll love you,” he said as he guided her to the front door, his home had been homely, near a beach therefore the salty scent in the air.

It was a cottage-styled home, beautiful, and the design of the home was the only thing that had calmed Scarlett down. “They’ve been waiting to meet you since I speak about you all the time,” Ezra said and silent, Scarlett pulled his arm off her shoulders so she could hug it.

“You’ve told them about my entire life?” Scarlett questioned and Ezra snorted as he went to open the door, but someone had been quicker than him.

“Estella,” Ezra smiled as his sister stood in front of the door with a happy look on her face. Without speaking, she dragged the two of them inside. “Wait up!” Ezra frowned as he closed the door behind them.

Surprised, Scarlett had allowed his sister to take her where she had wanted them to go. Estella had been quick and strong, so Scarlett couldn’t take in the atmosphere around her yet.

The two women had arrived inside the living room, where everyone else had been. Embarrassed, Ezra caught up with them and almost slammed into the doorframe. “Chill! You’re going to over-whelm her!” Ezra cried out when he realised everyone had been speaking to her, overlapping each other with curious comments.

Lucia, his grandmother had apologised. “We’re just happy to see you,” she said as Scarlett had sat down. Scarlett glanced at all of them, they had all been identical, most of them had brown hair and the others had white locks like Ezra. The atmosphere was comely, and Scarlett had felt the warmth of the fireplace spread throughout the room and at ease, Scarlett had leaned against the sofa as they each introduced themselves to her.

“Carmen, his mother,” she smiled, unlike Ezra, her hair was brown, curly and had bounced at every step. Another one introduced themselves to her, Camilla, she was the younger sister of Ezra and had long white hair, almost silver.

“You’re as pretty as Ezra described,” Camilla smiled.

Scarlett had then shared a look with Ezra, a knowing look with a side smirk. “Oh really?” Scarlett questioned as Ezra scratched the back of his head.

“Camilla, please stop talking,” Ezra pleaded as he went to sit beside Scarlett.

Though Camilla had a certain look on her face, one that had told Ezra that she wasn’t going to listen. She clasped her hands as she stared at Scarlett. “In his diary, Ezra said your beauty is as grandeur as the blazing sun sparkling against blossomed poppies---” everyone began to laugh at her comment while Ezra hid his face within his hands.

“You read my fucking diary?” Ezra groaned into his hands.

With a nudge, Scarlett pulled his hands away from his face. “You have a diary?” She questioned while the rest continued to tease him.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

An hour had passed when Scarlett returned back to the Bartholy home, it had been more quiet than usual, Peter must’ve been asleep as the sweet notes of piano playing through the house had ceased. Nicolae had offered to collect Lorie from school, so Scarlett had a moment to herself to read a book about Sirens.

Though, it had appeared life had something against her, as Drogo without knocking had entered her bedroom. Annoyed, Scarlett had looked up from the text to look at him. He had a smile on his face, but Scarlett had been unsure if the smile was fake or not. “How as it with the Guerrera family?” He questioned, he had his hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted as he looked at Scarlett.

“None of your business,” Scarlett replied as she looked back at her book.

“They’re quite the enthusiastic folk,” Drogo shared and silently, Scarlett had agreed. Adamant to leave, Drogo had moved closer to Scarlett, and put off, she gently shuffled away from him. “What are you reading about?”

“Sirens,” Scarlett said.

Briefly silent, Drogo pulled his hands out of his pockets. “Do you think Sirens are real?”

Scarlett frowned at him. “What is wrong with you?” Scarlett questioned, and confused, Drogo’s face twisted.

Annoyed, Scarlett closed her book. “You ignore me for a week and now you want to talk to me like we’re the best-est of friends?” Scarlett questioned as she had looked at him, aware that for a flash, he had looked surprised, though his look of shock was easily covered by a smug expression.

“Are you implying that you missed me?” Drogo smiled as Scarlett curved her eyes and Drogo had laughed heartedly.  

With her back turned to him, Scarlett opened the book again. “I believe that every Myth and Legends are inspired by something that is somewhat true,” she replied and thoughtful, Drogo leaned on his elbow.

“Hm, really?” Drogo questioned, and to annoy her, he poked her back.

Irritated, Scarlett turned to look at him. “Yes, like Vampires,” she said and they stared at each other. “I’m pretty sure that most Vampire Legends were inspired by Vlad the Impaler.”

Drogo scoffed even though he believed Scarlett was somewhat correct. With an arched brow, Scarlett asked him. “Do you believe they’re real?”

“What---Vampires?” Drogo tried to confirm as he could feel his own heart-beat pick up.

Scarlett nodded her head, aware that there was a look that had flashed in his eyes, as if he had questioned if Scarlett had known about the Bartholys true identity. “Yeah,” Scarlett confirmed. “Especially in a town called Mystery Spell,” she smiled and as he sat up, Drogo leaned backwards.

“What are you trying to say?” Drogo suspiciously inquired, and with a look of challenge, Scarlett’s smile grew wider.

“It’s quite obvious what I’m trying to say,” Scarlett confronted with a whisper.

Drogo blinked, he tried to pick up on her heart beat, but it had been perfectly calm. “Me being a Vampire?” Drogo questioned as she looked away from him, and with a faux expression, Scarlett had sat up on her bed.

“No,” she snickered as she put the book away. “I’m asking if you think Vampires are real,” she explained with a knowing look on her face. “Not of you being one.”

Startled, Drogo had watched Scarlett cross her arms, yet, as if he was saved by the bell, Nicolae entered the rooms with a suspicious look on his face. Lorie had been behind him, still in her school outfit with a neutral look on her face.

“Nicolae,” Scarlett kindly greeted, aware that there was a brief shared look Nicolae had with Drogo, the older brother kindly nodded his head.

Lorie had made way to Scarlett’s bed while Nicolae greeted her back. “Nice to see you’re doing well,” Nicolae told Scarlett fore he moved his gaze back to his brother. “Drogo, I need to speak to you privately,” Nicolae ordered, his voice was smooth, but there had been an edge of command that had made Drogo immediately stand on his feet.

In distaste that she wasn’t getting any attention, Lorie had poked Scarlett. “Scarlett, come play with me!” Lorie had pleaded and with a kind nod, Scarlett followed after the younger girl.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The next day, Sarah had rushed towards Scarlett the second she saw the auburn-haired girl step out of her car. Scarlett hadn’t been surprised of Sarah’s upbeat behaviour; she had the habit of almost jumping on Scarlett’s back whenever she was close.

“Guess what!” Sarah had cheered the moment she stood in front of her and with a questioning look on her face, Scarlett spread her arms. “Two new students are coming in!”

“Two?” Scarlett repeated as she locked her car, and with a nod from Sarah, the two them commenced to walk away from her vehicle. “Do you know their names yet?”

The Osborne girl had then shaken her head. “Not yet,” she responded. “But everyone is excited,” she said as she had then grabbed Scarlett’s hand to rush her through. “We should probably hurry, they’re likely at the reception.”

Scarlett had a side smile as she allowed Sarah to drag her down the corridor. Though, the closer Scarlett hurried down the corridor, the more she had recognised the scents of the two new-comers, and when the two girls arrived to the reception, Scarlett had cursed under her breath, with more excitement than fear. Curious, Sarah turned to Scarlett. “Do you know who they are?” Sarah had inquired, her eyes wide with interest.

“They’re my best friends!” Scarlett happily replied. “Michelle and Oscar,” Scarlett confirmed and the moment the Witch said their names, they turned around with a knowing look on their faces.

“Ones a Witch,” Sarah had sensed. “And another a Vampire?” Sarah had then frowned as she turned to look at Scarlett with a twisted expression. “You willingly hang around Vampires?” She complained and Scarlett comedically rolled her eyes.

“Believe it or not,” Scarlett began. “Some Vampires are actually good,” Scarlett kindly shared, her comment had been laced with bitterness as she had pondered how Sarah would react if she had found out she was part Vampire. The girl had returned to look at her friends, there was a teacher who stood by them, talking to them, and happy, Scarlett had let go of Sarah to make way to them. “New students,” Scarlett smiled as she ogled at her friends.

“Scarlett,” the teacher had said, it had been Mr. Richards, a History teacher. “She’s been here for almost a month.”

Scarlett awkwardly smiled as Oscar and Michelle greeted her. “How about I guide them around?” Scarlett suggested and agreeable, the teacher gave Scarlett the files for the two new students. “Thank you,” Scarlett smiled and with a kind look, Mr. Richards bowed his head before he walked away from them.

The moment Mr. Richards left, both Oscar and Michelle hugged Scarlett. Awkward, Sarah stepped to the side. “Do you guys know how happy I am that you guys are here?” Scarlett cried out as Oscar patted her head, he was a brunette, with adorable brown eyes, he was pale and taller than the rest of them, whereas, Michelle had bright brown hair, like fallen leaves that had symbolised the beginning of Autumn, her eyes were green, and she had a cute cherubim face that contrasted the blood-crazed Vampire she could be.

“Now,” Scarlett said as they stepped away from her. “As much as I am happy to see you guys here,” Scarlett shared, she had tilted her head to the side. “Why are you guys here?” She questioned.

“To help you,” Oscar spoke up. “With your mission of course,” he smiled as Scarlett looked at them surprised. “We’re going to help you find your parents.”

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I hate when I say things like "oh I want an ipod classic but with bluetooth so I can use wireless headphones" and some peanut comes in and replies with "so a smartphone with spotify?" No. I want a 160GB+ rectangular monstrosity where I can download every version of every song I want to it and it does nothing except play music and I don't need a data connection and don't have to pay a subscription to not have ads and don't have popups suggesting terrible AI playlists all over the menus.

Gimme the clicky wheel and song titles like "My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade- Blood (Bonus Track)- secret track- album rip- high quality"

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