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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Caught In The Spider's Web.

Pairing: Yandere!Miguel O'hara x Reader (Spiderverse).

Word Count: 2.8k.

TW: N0n///C0n, AFAB!Reader, Biting, Mentions of Blood, Implied Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Verbal Degredation, Slut-Shaming But In A Projection Way, and Choking.

“Get back here, qué perra!”

“Keep your voice down, we’re in a museum!” You called over your shoulder, chasing it with a breathless laugh before sparing a glance behind you, to where Miguel was still busy clawing through the layers of haphazardly laid webbing that were currently keeping his chest and arms pinned against the far wall of newly-emptied display. You saw his talons tear through the last of it before turning your attention forward – to the tall, narrow halls of the museum, or more specifically, to the stone archways spaced every twenty feet or so. With a wild grin and one last squeeze to the diamond-studded necklace around your neck, the strap of the rucksack weighing heavy against your back, you shot your webs toward the next archway and flew.

Or, swung, more accurately – with Miguel close on your heels. He was more experienced than you, more used to superhuman strength and animalistic agility and everything that happened when a radioactive spider took an interest in you, but no amount of refined skill could’ve measured up to your raw, unrestrained zeal, to the rush of adrenaline that came with every new heist, every new opportunity to use your new powers. Even in the confined space, you moved erratically; vaulting off of walls and falling into jagged nose-dives, never gaining any distance on Miguel but never letting him catch you, either. More than once, you felt his claws graze your back, heard his low growls and muffled cursing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry. Why would you? You were a superhero, now, even if you didn’t do many heroic things. You felt invincible. You were invincible – at least in that moment. At least before Miguel got his hands on you and put an end to your fun for the thousandth time. “Y’know, I really thought you’d be cool with this,” you went on, bouncing off of a display case a fraction of a second before he crashed into it, shattering the glass. “I’m like Robin Hood, dude!”

There was a half-snarled bark, a flash of red in your peripheral. You threw yourself to the left just in time to avoid a tendril of pulsing, luminescent webbing – earning yourself just enough time to shoot a playful wink back at him. He bared his teeth, in response. “Robin Hood gave to the poor. You just steal and cause anomalies.”

“I’d be poor if I stopped stealing!” Finally, you came to the room you were looking for – an open lobby with a domed, crystalline ceiling – a ceiling with a panel no one ever seemed to remember to lock. You’d left it open on your way in, and if you were lucky, you’d be able to slip out of it without alerting the guards posted at every other exit. After that, it was only a matter of losing Miguel in the dark city (you’d apparently been the only spider-people smart enough to skip the eye-bleedingly bright color scheme) and hiding a place to lay low in your own dimension. You’d have to come back in a few weeks to sell what you’d stolen, but that was something you could worry about later on. You’d earned your haul, tonight. “It’s been fun, Miguel, baby,” You let your swing go wide, vaulting yourself towards the ceiling and landing just underneath your escape hatch. You let yourself hang there for just a second longer than you could afford, flashing another smile toward Miguel before—

 Before you felt his webbing latch onto your lower back, wrenching you away from the domed ceiling and sending you plummeting downward before you could think to react. Your back hit the floor with enough force to crack the marble, your rucksack of stolen art and jewelry landing somewhere to your left and spilling open. With any chance of escaping Miguel gone and your latest haul scattered across the museum floor, you went limp, letting a pained groan slip past your lips. That was the thing about super-durability. The fall hadn’t broken every bone in your body, but your bones didn’t know that.

Miguel was bolting towards you in a second, on top of you in another. You managed to lift your arm, but your web-shooters only responded with a sad, dry grinding – out of ammo, because you always ran out of webbing at the worst times. His hand shot to his mask, his bared fangs catching in the dim light, but you raised your hands in surrender before he could bite down. “Hey, hey, you can save that for the thirst traps. I can spend the next twelve hours catatonic without your help.” With a heavy sigh, you collapsed, letting another wave of aching soreness wash over you before going on. “Take me home. I’m done for the night.”

It took him a few seconds to bite back his anger, to put on that stoic, put-together face you loved to tease him for. Pursed lips, narrowed eyes – all the things that’d fall away as soon as you got on his nerves. “You’re not getting off that easily, this time.”

“C’mon, Miguel, what do you think you’re going to do to me? Lock me in a cell for a couple days? Let your mega-spider bite me? Lecture me until I buy into your ‘great power comes with great responsibility’ bullshit?” Even exhausted and worn down, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. He made himself an easy target, and you’d always loved the taste of low-hanging fruit. “We both know how this works. You toss me around a little, tell me to spend more of my time saving orphaned puppies trapped in burning buildings, then send me back to my own dimension. Don’t tell me you’re gonna break our routine now.”

He didn’t answer, a pressed scowl pulling at the corners of his mouth as he worked off his mask. He hand dropped to the collar of your suit, and you let out another laugh, this one more nervous than the last. “Are you going to take my watch? You know I’ll just make another one when I get home.”

His fist wrapped around your stolen necklace, wrenching it off of you with enough force to snap the silver, jewel-studded chain and send rubies and sapphires scattering around you. You watched the precious gems clatter to the floor, mentally tallying up how much you could’ve gotten for each. Clearly, Miguel wasn’t as concerned with their value as you were. “You’re not going home.”

“Miguel, that’s not fun—”

“Say my name one more time and I swear I’ll—” He cut himself off with a throaty growl, turning his claws toward your chest. Before you could so much as think to panic, the front of your suit had been torn to tattered shreds, leaving you vulnerable and exposed to the open air and thrashing against the hand now wrapped around your neck, clawing at his wrist and kicking at his chest for all you were worth. If Miguel noticed your meager attempts at resistance, he didn’t seem fazed, didn’t feel the need to respond with anything more than a harsher glare, a straighter posture, a row of pointed nails driven that much deeper into the side of your throat. “Cállate. Just shut up and take what you deserve.”

The palm pressed into the base of your windpipe, a flash of sharpened teeth in the corner of your vision, and then, Miguel’s fangs were planted in your neck, his venom sent coursing through your veins. The feeling, while unpleasant, wasn’t alien to you. You were hyper-aware of your joints locking into place, your limbs going stiff and still, a heavy fog forming over the part of your brain that told the rest of your body to get up and fight. He pulled away before the numbness set in, before you could completely float into that void of immobile, oblivious existence, but when you tried to lift your arm, to kick at his chest, your body failed to respond. You cursed under your breath, glaring at Miguel, but he'd already moved on.

A gloved hand worked its way under the tattered remains of your suit, grazing over your lower stomach before cupping your cunt. It was the adrenaline, the high and the sudden let-down. Miguel must’ve known that, but it did little to dampen the condescension in his faint smirk as he collected your slick on his fingertips, swiping the pad of his thumb over your clit and drinking in the way your expression contorted. “Little slut,” he muttered, the scarlet shine of your blood still visible on his fangs. “You’re already soaked. Can’t let someone put their hands on you without dripping all over them, huh?”

You grit your teeth, doing what you could to swallow back a half-choked moan. “Stop,” And then, with more than a note of desperation in your voice, “This is a crime, you’re not supposed to—”

The air hitched in your throat as he brought his open palm down on your cunt – the blow rough, sudden, sharp. If you’d been able to, you would’ve gone stiff, would’ve lashed out, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t squirm, couldn’t do anything but hold your breath and stifle a pained moan as the first blow was followed by another, then another, then another, until your cunt was sore and throbbing, until there were tears forming in the corners of your eyes and Miguel was breathing heavily above you. “I told you to be quiet.” It was a hiss, more than anything. A threat he could carry out, but not say aloud. “I’d tell you not to make this worse for yourself, but you were always going to find a way to make this more difficult than it had to be.”

You moved to apologize reflexively, to beg him to let you go, but he clearly didn’t have an interest in anything you had to say. He was already shoving two fingers into your burning entrance, adding something else to the ache – not quite pleasure, but not as far as you needed it to be, either. Everything he did was rough, cruel, from the way he stretched you open to how much force he used while grinding the heel of his palm into your clit. Everything he did was less for your gratification and more for his own entertainment, for as humorless as he’d always seemed to you before. Miguel’s paralysis limited your reactions, stopped you from grinding into his hand or squirming underneath him, but it didn’t help to hide your expression, to stop you from biting your lips or rolling your head to the side, giving in to the baselessly hopeful part of your mind yelling that not looking at Miguel would make him leave. He only laughed, the noise low and dark and infinitely more than anything he’d ever given you, before. That made sense. Miguel had always struck you as the kind of man who could only let his guard down after he’d already broken through yours – this was just the first time he’d gotten the chance to prove you right.

Eventually, he pulled back, drawing an airy whimper from the base of your throat at the sudden lack of stimulation. There was a wet, distorted sound you couldn’t bring yourself to name, a fist wrapped around your arm, and then, he was turning you onto your chest, keeping your wrists pressed against your back with one hand while the other spread your thighs apart. You felt his cock, already hard, already thick enough to send a pang of dread to your core, against your ass, and suddenly, you were very aware of just how easily he towered over you, just how little effort it took for him to press his chest into your back and cage you underneath him. Even if you hadn’t been paralyzed, you didn’t know if you’d be able to do anything to get away from him. Not after you’d already been caught in his web.

“You’re going to cum on my cock,” You felt his lips against your ear, the low timbre of his voice reverberating in the back of your mind. “And you’re going to fucking thank me, when you do.”

There might’ve been more. There probably was, but whatever he said was drowned out by a dull, droning buzzing in your ears – a lifeless static that nearly blocked out the feeling of his hands on your hips, his knee nudging your legs apart, the leaking head of his cock resting against your entrance before he thrust into you, splitting you open in an instant.

He was so, so much bigger than you. Even with the fall, even with his venom, you could still feel so much of him, still couldn’t seem to block out the way your own dripping cunt struggled to clench down around the girth of his cock. You let out a fractured gasp but regretted it immediately, trembling as you struggled to inhale while feeling so impossibly full. There might’ve been blood. It was hard to tell with the slick dripping down your thighs, with Miguel lapping over the side of your throat. He sounded animalistic, growling as he rolled his hips and buried himself deeper in your core, his nails burrowing into your hips and mangling what was left of your poor, ruined suit. You’d have to make a new one, when you got back to your own dimension, when you got back to your tiny apartment already over-crowded with stolen art and half-finished projects. If Miguel ever let you go back.

“You’re tight for a little whore.” He made no effort to be gentle, to hold back, to do anything but bully your cunt, bruise your ass, leave you breathless and struggling just to keep yourself sane. “Must be a tease,” he went on, dropping a hand to your clit and rubbing circles into the abused bundle of nerves. “That’s it. Stealing everything you could get your hands on, wrecking the multiverse – that was just your way of getting my attention, huh? Bet you were just waiting for someone to pin you down and fuck you.”

You could feel your legs starting to shake, in spite of the paralysis. “Please, I can’t—”

“So fucking needy, too.” There was a deep laugh, an open-mouthed kiss pressed into the curve of your throat. “I’ll have to put a collar on you. Might catch you bending over for the first person you see if nobody knows who you— fuck, who you belong to.”

His pace had been punishing from the start, but at that, it turned brutal. You felt tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes, a tight knot of tension forming deep in your core. His cock beat against something sensitive and vulnerable in your pussy and you screamed, a strangled moan tearing past your lips. “Please, Miguel, I need you to stop—"

Your voice gave out before you could finish, but that was all Miguel needed to hear. Before you could take it back, before you could bite your tongue and curse yourself for trying to say anything at all, his hand was on your neck, cutting off your oxygen supply and leaving you choking for air, leaving your cunt convulsing around him. “De nuevo.” It was a demand, an order. You were starting to wonder if he knew any other way to speak. “Say that again, before I change my mind and snap your neck.”

“Miguel.” Croaked, airy, only half-coherent. When his grip only grew tighter, you said it again, and again, and again, his name forming an incomprehensible mantra that played in-time with the pulsing in the back of your skull, in the walls of your pussy. You felt yourself clench around him, your vision burning white as either his cock or the lack of oxygen or some awful combination of the two vaulted you to a breath-stealing, mind-numbing climax – strong enough and blinding enough to leave you crashing on the downswing, plummeting into an infinite abyss of searing heat and overstimulation as soon as your climax gave out under his violent affection. Vaguely, you were aware of Miguel’s touch growing rougher, of his voice in your ear, of his cum flooding into your sore pussy. He made no attempt to pull out, but you weren’t surprised. You didn’t know if anything Miguel did could surprise you, anymore.

You were in a haze as Miguel drew back, nipping at the corner of your jaw one more time before finally letting you go. It wasn’t his venom keeping you still, anymore, but your own exhaustion – weighing you down as he lifted you into his arms, letting you rest your head against his chest. Through your eyelashes, your watched Miguel type something into his watch, a neon-shaded portal cutting through the fabric of reality a moment later. You tried to protest, to call on whatever hidden pocket of strength you still had and get away from him, but all you managed to do was squirm in his arms and let out a small, pathetic whine. Miguel responded by pressing his lips against your forehead, chuckling softly. As if this was funny to him. As if he found this cute. “Settle down. You have nothing to worry about.”

He smiled for the first time that night, and you felt something in the pit of your stomach crack.

“I’m taking you home.”

[alliesdelimma]

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The streets of Dalaran were bustling today, but it did little to impede the young woman from weaving between the people. When you were shorter than most, and certainly more nimble it was a simple matter of not moving through the crowd but above and below.

A crate, cart, or stall were things most moved around but the little redhead dashing through the streets used them as places to vault over. Magical constructs and large carriages holding mages and nobles were better suited to going under than waiting for them to pass.

Mine might think for her haste she was late for an appointment, but the Little Sparrow had always been one with the energy to hustle about. Besides, idleness did not fill one’s coin purse. Only hard work would do such a thing and Allie was ever a hard worker.

The delivery office was ever filled to the brim. Much like the streets people filed in and out, some carrying parcels and packages under their arms, others empty handed save a ticket detailing a pick up time, still others were like her only there because some deliveries were meant to be carried by couriers.

Catching a small wave from the harried looking head clerk, Allie ducked under the bar, moving into the back rooms where rather than people it was packages, boxes, and letters that filled the space to brimming rather than customers. Tucked to the side was a desk, behind which stood from wall to wall lockers and cubbies stuffed to bursting with things to go out. A tired looking man didn’t look up as she approached his desk, quill only pausing to gesture to a waiting ledger of deliveries ready to be signed out and sent off to the many corners of Azeroth and beyond.

A quick signature here and there, a collection of items stuffed into a watching satchel at her hip and the young woman was off. As she hustled along her way she slapped a hand over the necklace around her neck, nearly a choker in its design a single emerald gem glowed in the center as if lit from within by fire. Where once there was a human woman racing through the streets her form shifted and trembled as though passed through a veil of water. To the world at large she now looked and felt so different from her true nature. A skilled mage or magical detection would see through her little disguise but at a glance, enough for her work at least she was nothing more than another of the Sin’dorei.

Flipping through her stack of cards scribbled with the addresses necessary for her collection of deliveries, Allie slowed just long enough to join a que of people. Portals were commonplace but the large official ones to capital cities were usually busy.

“Oi, you a courier?” A gruff voice called in orcish from further up the line. Crystalline blue eyes blinked and looked forward, peeking around a large orc laden with pelts over one shoulder and a thick bow slung over the other.

“Me? Yeah!” It took a moment to bring the tongue from her thoughts. Orcish and Common were night and day but she’d managed to learn her way through both. Not bad for an orphaned human.

“Front of the line mutt. Your couriers will just make a damn mess of the other side if you don’t get moving.” She needed no other encouragement to dart forward and skip a handful of people so she could pass through the portal beyond.

As the world shifted and colors changed from the purplish hues of the city of magic to the reds and gold with alabaster of Silvermoon a little frown crossed her face for a moment.

A courier.

You couriers.

One of dozens and hundreds of others. You were lucky and important if you were known by name rather than just ‘a courier’. But there was one in the profession who carried a coveted title. Not just a courier, not one of the couriers.

THE Courier.

With the world settling down and her steps returning to their hustle the Little Sparrow gave an envious thought to the titular title. Many could call being a courier their job. Only Lady Safrona held it as a title rather than an occupation.

Allie adored the rumor mill of the woman, her wit and wile equal measure to her charm and guile. The little rhyme earned a giggle, but she ignored the looks shot her way as she moved through the bazar.

To be able to deliver and move not just things but people and information in equal measure! It was a lofty station but a station it seemed the Courier kept more towards the shadows of the rumors were any judge.

It would be fun to meet her! To hear her stories and see how she works. They say a lot about how what she does is magic, but I bet it’s cleverness and not just magic. But I wonder…I’ve had to ship things through the postal system and couriers myself when I make maps. So…for The Courier herself. I wonder what she does and who she uses when she needs to deliver something?

@safrona-shadowsun this was a delight to think about! Thank you for the ask!

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Mahou Tsukai Pretty Cure! Origin Story

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Many many millennia ago, Mother RaPaPa, the goddess of Magic and Nature and Vanessa’s younger sister, was born. Mother RaPaPa was born when Vanessa asked the Universe for someone to watch over and guide Mobius while she went to start her own world. The Universe sent her a small seed and instructed her to plant it on the other side of Mobius, away from Mobians. Vanessa, along with Diabolos and Crystalline, went to the other side of Mobius and planted the seed. From it grew a large tree that reached through the clouds, and a single flower bloomed before floating down to Vanessa.

The flower transformed into a pure white alicorn with pink-colored eyes and long light green hair adorned with yellow pearls and green leaves. She wore a long, white dress with a pink rose attached to each of her shoulders. Chains of green leaves and yellow pearls attached to the straps, as well as red roses and green leaves on the skirt along with a pink and golden bead chain. She had a golden necklace with a red jewel, green leaf-shaped earrings, and a green tiara with two large white flowers at the sides. At the center of the tiara, two green leaves are attached to a white flower, which also has a red jewel attached to it.

This new alicorn introduced herself as Mother RaPaPa, the Goddess of Magic and Nature and Vanessa's younger sister. She then explained her role and how she came to be. Vanessa hugged her and wished her good luck before the three went to tell the nearby Mobian village about their new guardian. As they leave Mobius, the land around the tree starts overflowing with flowers, later becoming known as the ocean of flowers.

Every year, Vanessa would visit Mobius to check on how things are doing and to add new kinds of Mobians. The tree that her sister had grown from and used to oversee Mobius became known as the Mother Tree. During one visit, Vanessa discovered that Mother RaPaPa had taken pity on the Mobians since they posed no magic whatsoever and blessed the Mobians with magic. This allowed them to build their own houses and settlements. Those with magic became known as Mythical Mobians (which would later be known as an extended breed until the Non-Magic World learns about the Magic World) since their appearance changed when they used magic.

At first, Vanessa was initially angry that Mother RaPaPa had acted without her consent, but she saw how happy the Mobians were and forgave her. However, she warned her sister that if anything happened to her, the magic would decrease within the land, and she would have to remove the Mother Tree. Since the Mother Tree is powering up half of Mobius’ source of magic and Mother RaPaPa is helping to power the other half, if she dies then the magic she is powering up disappears and the Mother Tree has to power up all of Mobius, which it can’t do. Because of this Vanessa would have to remove it from Mobius so it can create its own world and power up its magic. Mother RaPaPa knew this already because she had a hidden power, which she did not pass on to her successor. She had the power to see snipes of the future and had seen her world having to be separated. However, she had also seen a picture of the silhouettes of Cure Miracle and Cure Magical and had hope for this Pretty Cure.

Mother RaPaPa was very happy when she got to meet her nieces and nephew, Sapphire, Emerald, Peridot, Amethyst, and Topaz, when they were born and she loved them just as much as their mothers.

However, a great cataclysm occurred 4,558 years after Amethyst and Topaz’s birth, in the year 7984 BCE. A creature called Deusmast from the Neverending Chaos tore the sky apart to reach Mobius, his only desire was to swallow the whole world. When Vanessa saw this she went to destroy him but was stopped by Diabolos, who blocked her and told her that if she wanted to destroy his brother she would have to get past him.

As Deusmast got closer to Mobius, Mother RaPaPa stood in his path, telling him to turn away, but he refused to turn back. So Mother RaPaPa used her powers to defend Mobius. She fought and sealed the Neverending Chaos into the sun, but was badly wounded and dying fast. Vanessa had managed to blast Diabolos and injure him greatly after he got distracted by his anger at Deusmast’s sealment (no he does not care about him just his power like with all his Negative Boss).

Before she disappeared, Mother RaPaPa told the Mobians that since she was leaving, the world would be separated into a magic and non-magic world but promised that one day, the magic that carries all their magical prayers bound inside would come to them and would be known as Pretty Cure and their magic will be the bridge between these worlds. Her final words were, "The magic of a wish. The wish for a miracle connects us." She then disappeared from view.

Vanessa had heard her sister’s words and held her spirit close while crying. However, she didn’t have time to mourn, she had to act fast to save the Mother Tree to prevent its magic from being lost. She held the spirit over her head and pushed her magic through her sister’s to use her sister’s magic because that was the only way to control the magic of the Mother Tree.

She then created thirteen magic stones; the Linkle Stones. One of them, the Emerald Linkle Stone, the Linkle Stone of Life and Magic, had only her sister’s magic, which was evidenced by the pink rim. Five of them had gold rims which had a quarter of Mother RaPaPa’s magic while the rest was Vanessa’s magic but molded off her sister’s power, these stones are called the Guardian Lights. The last seven had silver rims and held half of Vanessa and half of Mother RaPaPa's magic, and they were called the Sustaining Lights. The Guardian Lights protect the Emerald Linkle Stone while the Sustaining Lights protect the Guardian Lights and support the Emerald Linkle Stone.

Vanessa also created a book to hold her sister's spirit, which would reincarnate into Ha-chan. She then puts all of Mobius to sleep and stands in front of the Mother Tree. Because Mother RaPaPa was gone, it was working overtime trying to give magic to the whole world. Vanessa holds up the book with the Linkle Stones floating around it with the Emerald in front of the book and uses the magic to redirect the flow of magic coming from the tree and drive it back into the tree. This causes everything grown from magic, the wand trees, for example, to die. Once all the magic is in the tree she unroots it and puts all the Mythical Mobians in bubbles before taking the tree and the Mythical Mobians to the edge of space, far away from Mobius before letting the tree float in space. Before long it starts to glow before a new world forms itself at its roots, becoming the world known today as the Magic World.

She then left the Mythical Mobians on the world and let both worlds wake up to find that the Non-Magic World had a faint memory of the Mythical Mobians but no memory of Mother RaPaPa while the Magic World had every memory and all mourned the great loss of friends, family, and their great and loving goddess.  Vanessa kept the Linkle Stones and the book in bubbles in her workshop.

477 years later, in 7507 BCE, Ruby was born and is named not only her fur but also the beloved gem of her aunt.

8,000 years later, during the year 0016 BC, the Snailiner was invented due to a power boost from Vanessa. Vanessa still visits the world but does so in disguise, and everyone is aware of this fact. Even though traveling to the No-Magic World had been achieved it was apparent that if anyone traveled to the No-Magic World, they couldn't reveal their magical abilities. Therefore, they had to remain disguised and refrain from using their magic. While there have been some minor incidents, nothing significant has occurred (until a young purple unicorn travels to the No-Magic World).

Vanessa observed the Mythical Mobians as they traveled to Mobius before looking up at the Linkle Stones and wondering what they should be used for. Eventually, she received her answer from a rumor in the Magic World and her daughter, Sapphire's suggestion. There was a rumor in the Magic World that Vanessa had hidden the Linkle Stones around the land when she had visited them last, unfortunately, that was incorrect.

1,400 years later, Vanessa became interested in two young unicorn magicians, Kouchou and Dokurokushe, who were studying the Linkle Stones and Mother RaPaPa. She was interested in them because, unlike others who had tried to find the same thing, these two did not give up when they encountered the same obstacles. They soon started looking for the Emerald because they had discovered that a great calamity was coming and the only way to stop it was with the Emerald Linkle Stone. Vanessa at first thought nothing of it, there was no evil out there like how they described. After a while, she lost interest in the two magicians and stopped watching them, but Sapphire continued to observe them.

She noticed that after they failed to locate the Emerald, Kushe became desperate to find something to replace it and began to immerse himself in books on the dark arts. Sapphire watched as this obsession took over Kushe, but Vanessa refused to listen to her daughter's warnings. Eventually, Vanessa could no longer ignore the situation when Kushe used forbidden magic and turned himself into a skeleton. As a result of this transformation, he lost his horn but could still use magic. This use of Dark Magic resulted in Vanessa learning more about Deusmast. They learned that Deusmast is actually a fusion of the members of Never Ending Chaos, who are the manifestations of its physical powers, the brawns and brains of Deusmast. When Mother RaPaPa sealed Deusmast in the sun she also sealed and scattered the members, Labut, Shakince, Orba, and Benigyo. The four members are all Deusmast, and take on the form of large eyeball-like spheres, surrounding and controlling the more humanoid main "body". However, before being sealed, Orba scattered information to ensure he and the other agents, along with Deusmast's main body, could be revived by those who sought power for themselves. This led Kushe into the trap of creating dark magic as well as leading to the awakening of the members of Never Ending Chaos.

Vanessa realized that this was the great calamity that the two young magicians were studying and what her sister had predicted. Vanessa knew that it was Diabolos who had led Kushe down the path to find the dark arts books and had turned him into one of his Negative Bosses, an Illusion Boss, in reality. She needs to act quickly and hide the Linkle Stones and the book before Diabolos sends someone to steal them from her workshop.

One hundred years later Kouchou was made the headmaster of the Magic School and named the greatest magician of the Magic World. On that day, Vanessa scattered the Linkle Stones, except for the Diamond Linkle Stone which she split in two and turned into pendants and deactivated them. She had imbued them with different powers, the Guardian Lights allowed for transformation into different forms and using their corresponding attacks and the Sustaining Lights were for casting everyday spells with the Magic Wands. Vanessa had hoped that the future Cures would awaken her sister’s reincarnation, if they did they would have to raise her. It saddened her that she would not be a part of it.

Vanessa entrusted the book containing her sister's reincarnation to Kouchou, warning him of an impending great evil and that the Pretty Cure would come when it did. She asked him to guard the Linkle Smartbook and give it to them when the time was right. He smiled and told her he looked forward to it. Vanessa smiled and told him that he surprised her and for that, she would allow him to learn the secrets to his world’s Pretty Cure but only he could know, no one else. He just smiled at her and agreed.

About 480 years later in the year 1996 CE, Ruby (age 8,503) hides in her mother’s workshop while playing Hide-and-Seek with her siblings. While there she looks at all the items floating overhead. She then sees the deactivated Diamond Linkle Stone pendants and wants to get a closer look at them so she uses her magic to make the bubble holding them float down to her. Since the room has detected the magic of the royal family it comes to life. Once Ruby has the purple pendant in her hands she starts to look at it. Upon examining the pendant, the crystal ball shows a picture of a female unicorn and a male pegasus looking at a newborn female pegasus, but Ruby doesn't notice.

At that moment Vanessa walks in with Sapphire who is telling her that they can’t find Ruby before both see Ruby with the pendant. Sapphire yells her name causing her to spin around and throw the pendant…right into the crystal ball which teleports it a few feet away from the family. At that moment no one moves then Ruby starts crying while saying sorry over and over again. Her crying attracts the rest of the family and a shouting match ensues. Finally Crystalline gets everyone to quiet down before taking Ruby in her arms. Sapphire then apologizes for yelling and startling her and Vanessa tells all of them to not play in her workshop or use it as a hiding spot. Crystalline then leaves with Ruby and the rest of the children, minus Sapphire. Vanessa then turns back to the crystal ball and sees that the family has given it to the little pegasus. Sapphire then suggests taking it from her as it wouldn’t be so hard since they can make them forget it. Vanessa says that wouldn’t be necessary as this is perfect before telling her daughter to go get a teddy bear. Although confused she does so and watches as her mother imbues her magic in it. She then asks why giving the pendant to the wrong person is a good idea as her mother puts the powered-up bear in a bubble. Vanessa tells her that she will have to wait and see.

Six years later a unicorn is born into the family, that unicorn is one of the next Cures. When her wand is born Vanessa blesses it with a shooting star and Liz, the pegasus, gives her the purple pendant. Liz believes that Riko, the unicorn, will become a greater magician than her. In the No Magic World, a young female foul is born, and Vanessa swaps a regular teddy bear with the magical one in a store. It caught the eye of the foul's grandmother, who purchased it.

Thirteen years later, Mirai, the young foul, is told by her mother that she can pick out a pendant that she likes as a reward for helping her with housework. Vanessa secretly slips the pink Diamond Linkle Stone pendant into the box. It catches the girl's eyes and she takes it. Vanessa is responsible for growing the wand tree that produces Mirai's wand.

Also, I want to explain something else; so Unicorns use their horns for magic, while Mobian Unicorns, their horns are their source of magic but they still use wands. When they use magic their horns light up and if their horns are broken off they can’t use magic.

Pegasus wings are quite big and they get heavier the more they're out, so they keep them in ‘Feather’ or ‘Cloak’ mode to decrease their size and weight. Feather Mode is when the wings are decreased in size and can’t really move, they look like fake angel wings from the No Magic World. But if the pegasus doesn’t want them sticking out like a sore thumb they can turn them to Cloak Mode. This mode turns their wings into cloaks, and they can change the size and appearance of the cloak. While pegasus can fly, some prefer to use brooms for long-distance fights.

When Hu-chan is Kotoha, she is a Unicorn but when she is Cure Felice, she is an Alicorn. When she was young Hu-chan was a pony Mobian.

Mirai is a born horse Mobian but becomes a Pegasus when she transforms into Cure Miracle.

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[squeeble-deeble-academy]

*When there, a strange person could be seen. They appear to be a pitch or vanta black being, but their features can still be outlined. Their face appears to be chubby, marked with white, star-shaped markings on their cheeks. Their hair seems short and fluffy, barely touching their pointy, elven ears, and seems to be a dark gray with a few black and white glowing within it. Their eyes, when open, seem to be pure and utter white, with Slitted pupils that also seem to be a pitch or vanta black. They seem to be fairly tall and lanky, being 6'11. They have fairly long arms and legs, alongside a thin torso. The same pure white freckles seem to also be on their arms, occasionally glowing now and again. They wear a pure white top hat, which has a heart-shaped decoration hanging on it that is hanging on by a hook, the inside of it containing a beautiful, bright red gem with a few darker red stripes on it, and a dark sapphire blue ribbon with a few lighter, electric blue specks on the top hat aswell. They wear a pure white vest with a silver chain on it that has a light blue gem in the shape of a small flower blooming on the end of it, which is embedded on a pocket that is on the vest. Underneath the vest is a dark blue, formal shirt which have long sleeves with brighter, electric blue spots on it that shine bright, with cuffs at the end that have gold pieces embedded to either side. Over the formal shirt and vest, is usually a bright red tuxedo, which has a breast pocket on it which has a blue heart sewn into it, with a few gold specks on it. At the end of the sleeves, pure white gloves are worn, which have a black rose inscribed on the back of them, and dark red spots on the palm. Gold and silver rings are worn on the index, middle and ring finger, having blue and red gems on each and every one. Their pants are a dark sapphire blue, with a raindrop pattern of electric blue on it, and they look fairly soft, despite how tight they must be. Their shoes are pure white with bright red soles, and a star-shaped pattern on the top of them that are a bright gold color. They have a small necklace on them, which has a goldish-silver chain on it, with 3-to-4 bright, glowing blue crystals that are attached to eachother, with two smaller lavender purple crystal balls at the end, and they give a weird vibe to anybody who comes near the crystals, having some kind of strange magic to them. They hold a wooden staff, which they use to channel their magic and for using to assist in walking at times. At the end of it, on the metal tip, is a crystalline butterfly, which has large and pretty wings that are an indigo purple with bright orange-yellow spots on various parts on them, with deep ocean blue stripes here and there on it. The body of the crystalline butterfly is a beautiful dark, strawberry red with a few cyan blue spots on it. Its eyes is a dark, camouflage green. The staff is mostly made of some kind of tannish-white wood, which seems to have a magical spark to it. With only the top and bottom being different, being made out some kind of extremely hard metal that is grayish-blue. The person seems to be heavily leaning onto their staff, possibly hurt or tired, and seemed to be one who was yelling in presumed anger.*

(Howdy, Me Once Again :))

(Another RP Prompt, This Time With A New OC I Made A Bit Ago :D)

(Remember, You Can Ignore, Delete, Or Come Back To This Later, No Pressure, Take As Long As You Need :D)

(I Hope You Have A Great Day/Night And Are Somewhere Comfy)

*The evening was very quiet, the sun beginning to set, making the sky an orange hue. It was fairly comfy aswell, with not much going on as far as anybody could know. Suddenly, there was a loud crash and snapping of tree branches nearby, and someone saying something in an ancient language, or atleast, that's how it sounded, and the person sounded very angry while speaking.*

Domen's day was relaxing. Sarah made him some breakfast and he went out to state at nature's sky. When the branch snapped and the word tongue could be heard he got up and hurried(-ish) to it's location

[sxlver-sweet]

itty bitty timestamp compilation <3

KEISUKE BAJI

—# 8:00AM

eyes glassy with fatigue. drooping eyelids. watery sunlight filtering through the window. distant shouts of sports teams returning from early morning practice. a heater humming monotonously in the back of the classroom. you sit perched on the desk behind baji’s, fingers smoothing his hair back and hair tie clutched between your teeth, mumbling muffed good mornings to your early bird classmates and waving tiredly as baji fights to remain conscious beneath your soothing touch.

—# 10:37PM

hushed giggles. strawberry lollipop staining your tongue red. crickets chirping and trilling. faraway caterwauls rallying toman’s newest addition. styled hair awash with silver in the moonlight. starlight reflected in potholes brimming with rainwater. the lingering, earthy scent of downpour hanging in the air. the crunch of gravel underfoot. “kei!” you’re able to recognize him amidst the returning sea of black and gold with ease, your lollipop bulging in your cheek and legs swinging idly as you welcome him back from poised atop his motorcycle.

—# 9:46PM

the sharp scent of peroxide. noses wrinkling. blinding fluorescent bulbs. the sound of bandaid wrappers crinkling. sullied boots shuffling across a bleached floor. loopy giggles. water droplets flicked off fingertips. quiet murmurs. absent-minded caresses. two souls drunk off the night air, one injured and one mildly irritated. “you’re lucky you’re pretty,” you snicker to your boyfriend, dabbing another cotton ball drenched in peroxide over a cut on his cheek. “get hit any harder and you’ll lose brain cells.”

NAHOYA KAWATA

—# 3:12AM

the faint gurgle of water boiling. the gentle click and mellow glow of a lamp being switched on. the appetizing scent of garlic and chicken broth. the distant clanking of dishes. the faint fragrance of dish soap. the gentle caress of a pillow. warm leather clinging to your skin. “nahoya, are you serious? now?” you groan sleepily, wrinkling your nose at the new ramen concoction shoved in your face that nahoya had decided to whip up at an ungodly hour to “hone his skills” or whatever.

—# 12:03AM

rhythmic tapping of pebbles against the window. warm blankets. the neon glare of an alarm clock. bare feet padding against cold flooring. wrinkled clothing being fixed. “take your ass home, ‘hoya,” you grumble down at your boyfriend’s grinning face as he waves to you from outside your bedroom window, but you step aside to grant him access, anyway.

TAKASHI MITSUYA

—# 1:27AM

coffee burbling in the pot. quiet footsteps. furrowed eyebrows and creased foreheads. books piled high. the electronic hum of a sewing machine. dull scissors. calloused fingers beading blood. half-eaten toast. fabric scraps strewn about. “another half hour, and then you’re going to bed,” you murmur to mitsuya, rubbing his hunched back as he stitches a new piece of fabric.

—# 4:00PM

crystalline perfume bottles. enthralled laughter. dizzying twirls. vibrant colors splashed on walls. pearl necklaces. a gentlemanly arm extended. vermillion lipstick. feather-light kisses to preserve makeup. high heels clicking against marble floors. “you look stunning, my love,” mitsuya grins, planting a quick peck to the tip of your nose. “now, shall we? we wouldn’t want to keep our guests waiting.”

[villains-promise]

RO Appearances

Y’s features-

Hair: Straight, black hair. No matter the gender, they have asymmetrical bangs that hang past their eyebrows. Yoshiko will put her hair up into a ponytail or a bun if it’s being difficult and Yoru will wear their hair in a half-ponytail when it’s being annoying.

Eyes: They are a vibrant purple. They can also often be found with dark circles beneath their eyes.

Unique aspects: They wear a singular blue crystalline earring and a red crystalline necklace at all times.

C’s features-

Hair: Golden blond hair, brushed out to be straight, parted to the side. Catherine will sometimes wear it in a simple braid.

Eyes: Whether it’s naturally occurring or a product of cosmetic alteration, the royal family holds eyes that are multicolored, with a golden ring in the middle.

Unique aspects: They have a head chain they wear during formal events. Otherwise, a little-known fact is that they have well-hidden scars on their body from their time serving as a knight.

E’s features-

Hair: Unnatural platinum blonde hair, wavy and often worn messy. Erasma will sometimes put her hair up, if only to keep it out of her face.

Eyes: Icy blue eyes, a fairly common color in Norocos.

Unique aspects: Freckles. Tons of freckles. They also wear an emerald ring at all times.

Z’s features-

Hair: Dark brown hair, often worn in an updo because it can get... unruly.

Eyes: A pure green color, not too common for Norocos. Whilst working, can also be found wearing dark makeup on their lids. They think it’s intimidating. It also helps to hide the bags under their eyes.

Unique aspects: Often found with bruises, has a few scars from their work. They also have scattered moles around their body.

M’s features-

Hair: Black curly hair, often found braided or otherwise done up so it’ll be comfortable under the helm for their official knight uniform, but will sometimes wear their natural hair (very rare).

Eyes: Amber eyes, a rare feature for their continent, let alone Norocos.

Unique aspects: They have scars, not too many, but the ones they do have are large and from battle which makes them stand out more than the ones the others have.

L’s features-

Hair: A lighter brown hair with loose curls, will sometimes be worn up for convenience sake, but more often than not, they leave it down.

Eyes: A green/amber hazel, somewhat common for the area.

Unique aspects: Two facial scars, one across their eyebrow and one on their top lip. Sometimes, if Lucian gets too distracted, he’ll get a scruffy beard growing.

[rockymountainwitch]

Identifying Crystals

What makes each crystal unique and special is its dynamic composition, which is made up of highly structured patterns of molecules called lattices. As their pattern repeats itself over and over again, shapes and facets with particular types of symmetry are created. In stone identification, crystals are categorized into several types of shapes, which influence their aesthetic and energetic properties.

Crystals such as Pyrite, Diamonds, and Fluorite are cubic lattices created from three equal axes formed into a cube. The balanced structure gives these types of stones a naturally harmonious energy that magnifies everything around it. Crystals can also be hexagonal, like Emerald and Aquamarine, which are shaped in four axes of six-sided symmetry.

Other crystals such as Apophyllite and Zircon are tetragonal, a shape that resembles two four-side pyramids joined at the base. Some crystals aren’t as highly uniformed. In the mineral kingdom, orthorhombic crystals have three unequal axes that form an elongated spear, like Peridot and Topaz. The most asymmetrical of crystal shapes are the triclinic kind like Labradorite and Turquoise while trigonal crystals have an elongated lozenge shape.

Colors are another common crystal identification method. In fact, many gemstone experts classify crystals according to color because of its link with specific healing properties. The color blue, for instance, has a gentle and soothing quality while red is associated with passion and desire. In the gemstone world, colors are also linked with certain types of crystals and how they are used for specific chakras, which are designated energy centers in the body.

Crystal identification by color can be challenging for some crystals like Calcite, Fluorite, and Tourmaline, among others, since they come in different colors. In that case, you should refer to a crystal book or directory that categorizes by color and includes a photo of the specimen. Here is a list of the most widely available crystals to point you in the right direction.

Black – Associated with power, protection, and mystery, commonly available black gemstones include Black Obsidian, Black Tourmaline, Hematite, Jet, and Onyx.

Blue – A tranquil and relaxing color, blue crystals are excellent for emotional and physical balancing. Commonly found crystals in this category are Angelite, Aquamarine, Celestite, and Lapis Lazuli. Blue crystals also include Blue Lace Agate, Apatite, Azurite, Blue Chalcedony, and Chrysocolla.

Brown – Associated with the earth and the trees, brown stones help to absorb negative energy. Harness the earthy healing vibes of brown gemstones with Smoky Quartz, Brown Jasper, Bronzite, Petrified Wood, and Tiger’s Eye.

Yellow and Gold – The color of the sun at full midday strength, yellow and gold colored stones represent optimism and joy. Bring a little sunshine into your life with Golden Topaz, Citrine, Amber, Yellow Tiger’s Eye, and Yellow Jasper. Gold stones are also a symbol of wealth and power such as Pyrite and Gold.

Green – Activate and clear your heart chakra with green stones, which have a healing and balancing effect on the emotions. Bring good fortune and prosperity into your life with Emerald, Aventurine, Green Fluorite, Jade, and Malachite, the lucky charms of the mineral kingdom.

Orange – A power color, orange stones awaken the passion within the spirit. Capture the spirit of the sun with Orange Calcite, Aragonite, Carnelian, Sunstone, and Copper.

Pink – The color of love and compassion, pink stones like Rose Quartz and Rhodochrosite are big-time heart energizers and openers. Other pink stones include Lepidolite, Pink Tourmaline, and Pink Sapphire.

Grey – The color of moonlight, gray or silver stones reflect the expansiveness of the universe, which gives them protective warrior-like qualities. Gray stones like Hematite and Moonstone have a silvery finish that evokes a starry night sky, a subtle yet powerful influx of light that helps to cleanse the spirit.

Purple – The color of enlightenment and intuition, purple stones like Amethyst and Charoite have a magical luster. They also help balance the emotions with relaxing and soothing vibes. The crystalline structure of purple stones makes them powerful energy amplifiers, especially when combined with other heart chakra stones.

Red – The color of passion and life force energy, red stones like Garnet, Ruby, and Red Tiger’s Eye have a warming and grounding energy that helps support the root chakra.

White – Representing purity and transformation, white stones like Selenite and Clear Quartz make excellent healing tools, especially when incorporated into healing layouts.

When you combine astrology with crystals, it has the potential to take your inner wisdom to a whole new energetic level. As Socrates put it, “To know thyself is the beginning of wisdom,” and the beaming diamonds in the sky can give you insight into your deep inner workings, especially in combination with certain crystals. In the ultimate energy cocktail, try out these crystals for your astrological sign and let it guide you on your epic journey.

Aries – Complement the fiery and passionate nature of the Aries with Carnelian, a bright orange sun stone that boosts creativity and blocks negative vibes. Citrine enhances the creative and ambitious Aries with its ability to increase clarity of thought and purpose.

Pisces – A water sign like Pisces should try pairing up with Aquamarine, which stimulates the heart chakra. For the sensitive Pisces, Chrysocolla rocks at soothing heartache because it encourages the expression of emotions. Amethyst also helps rejuvenate the spirit.

Aquarius – A sociable air sign, Aquarians should rock out with Aquamarine, a stone that boosts the community spirit by encouraging clear and effective communication. The stubborn nature of the Aquarius can also benefit from Yellow Jasper, which helps heal old emotional wounds that are blocking the heart chakra.

Capricorn – This ambitious and determined sign needs energy that boosts the life force, like Garnet, a red stone that invigorates the root chakra. The ethereal quality of Azurite also helps balance the sometimes overly practical and conservative nature of Capricorns.

Sagittarius – The curious mind of the Sagittarian could use a little Bronzite in their lives, especially for its energizing energy that encourages spiritual transformations. The grounding and stabilizing energy of Citrine helps the on the go Sagittarius signs to reconnect with their roots.

Scorpio – The most moody and unpredictable sign in the zodiac, Scorpios need calming stones like Amethyst to balance emotions. Malachite also helps speed up emotional healing while Citrine brings a boost of joy and light into the heart chakra.

Libra – Lapis Lazuli helps with decision making, which helps Libra signs stay focused when pulled in many directions. Libras strive for piece and harmony, which is why Citrine is beneficial—it adds a ray of sunshine and optimism to the spirit. Labradorite also helps protect the sensitive Libra from energy vampires and dream killers.

Virgo – The intelligent and detail-oriented Virgo gets a boost of confidence and determination from Red Jasper, which has a strong stabilizing and grounding effect on the root chakra. They also have a tendency to be overly critical, either of themselves or people in their lives, and Kyanite helps balance these negative impulses. The good luck charm of gemstones, Jade brings abundance and prosperity, which enhances Virgos and their go-getter attitude towards life.

Leo –The proud lion loves to be in the spotlight, which is why Garnet is an excellent stone. It ignites the fiery passion within the heart of the ambitious Leo. Tiger’s Eye manifests feelings of confidence and inner strength while Carnelian boosts creativity and personal power.

Cancer –The dreamy and magical Moonstone helps to bring out the sensitive and intuitive nature of the Cancer sign. Red Jasper also supports the emotional and sensitive Cancer by boosting endurance and stamina. Abalone Shell reconnects the loving and nurturing Cancer with the tides of the ocean.

Gemini –The properties of Rutilated Quartz help keep the dynamic personality of the Gemini in balance by connecting them to their higher selves. A powerful creativity booster, Carnelian supports the fun-loving nature of the Gemini and their need for personal expression. A heart chakra stone, Jade brings harmony to the mind and emotions, which have the tendency to quickly go from serious to happy-go-lucky.

Taurus – Pyrite brings abundance and prosperity, which complements the practical side of the Taurus sign. They are also ambitious and sensual, which makes the Carnelian an excellent stone for its confidence-boosting properties. A stone of personal power, Peridot helps Taurus go after their heart’s desire.

Gemstones are also associated with chakras, which are specific energy centers in the body. There are seven chakras and each one is linked with certain emotions, which is why crystals are effective in clearing and activating these energetic pathways.

Crown Chakra – Located at the top of the head, the crown chakra is where enlightenment and transcendence occurs. For those crowning, life-affirming moments, purple stones like Amethyst are excellent spiritual companions. Also supportive of the crown chakra are white stones such as Selenite and Clear Quartz.

Third Eye – Situated in the center of the eyebrows, the third eye is associated with intuition and the wisdom of the higher self. Indigo colored gemstones like Lapis Lazuli, Sodalite, and Fluorite help to reawaken creative inspiration by opening the door of inner wisdom.

Throat Chakra – The energy center of the throat supports clear and effective communication, which makes it a popular stone for using in necklaces. When blue stones like Lapis Lazuli and Aquamarine touch the skin, it helps to balance the throat chakra by enhancing self-expression, the language of the soul. Other stones like Angelite, Sodalite, and Blue Apatite are also associated with the throat chakra, giving you the support and energy you need to speak the truth with loving communication.

Heart Chakra – When this energy center is activated and cleansed, the energetic body will begin to radiate love of all kinds. This positive, light-filled energy will attract positive influences into your life and strengthen the relationships you already have. For heart chakra healing, inspire feelings of love and compassion with Rose Quartz, Aventurine, and Rhodonite.

Solar Plexus Chakra –Yellow gemstones are excellent for balancing the solar plexus chakra thanks to bright and cheerful colors that encourage optimism and motivation. Be focused and confident because with Citrine, Yellow Jasper, Rutilated Quartz, and Pyrite by your side, you can be successful at whatever you set out to do.

Sacral Chakra – An unbalanced sacral chakra can make you feel depressed or lethargic. Alternatively, if this energy center is overactive, you could be overemotional. Bring it all into balance with Carnelian, Orange Calcite, Tiger’s Eye, and Sunstone, the gemstones of inspiration, excitement, and motivation.

Root Chakra – Always feel grounded and anchored to the earth with root chakra stones like Red Garnet, Red Jasper, Smoky Quartz, Black Onyx, and Hematite. Wear it on the skin as jewelry or keep it throughout home and you’ll begin to notice a renewed sense of confidence.

Multiple crystals can relate to one another in some way, so you can use different crystals to amplify one spell with the same intention! It’s all about your intentions and what you want to get out of the crystals and spells. Each crystal should be given a purpose. The next Unit will cover how you can do just that!

[frostsinth]

Random Scene 1 - The Pirate King

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Ok, so I’m going to start posting random scenes/WIPs I have. Some are multi-part-ers, some are just one-shots. Not everything is monster related. Not much editing, no real continuity. Just stuff I wrote because I wanted to write it. For example, this next scene... Well, enjoy it or whatever.

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She looked around herself quietly, studying the grand fixtures and ornate columns. The hall felt almost like a throne room, with tall wooden pillars stretching up to the steepled ceiling and a plush carpet rolled down its center to the raised floor at the end. But instead of a throne, there was a table with five chairs set around it. One sat at the head of the table, the others equally set on opposite sides. Despite the decadence of the room, it also rang of a great, hollow ship, with the windows set behind the table not unlike the ones of a Captain’s quarters set into the back of a ship. She could see the skyline of the city through them, but the sea stretched more prominently beyond them, filling most of her view.

Chests of gold, chalices, necklaces, gems, and other sparkling treasures lined one wall, set amid cases of rum and bags of incense as well as rolled up rugs and fine silks. A trove of riches, the like of which she couldn’t have ever imagined. But she hardly spared them a glance as she moved quietly towards the raised floor, wondering exactly why she had been brought here.

She turned at the sound of the door opening, and found the two men who had tossed her in holding the broad double doors wide. Another man stepped in, hands clasped behind his back, a small platoon of fellows behind him.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and thick legs. His skin was leathery and tanned, with the same look as all the other sea-farers of the city she had seen so far. His clothes were of a fine material, with a sharp looking tunic over a pair of dark trousers and an equally dark vest with gold buttons atop that. But his coat was red, crimson like drying blood, with shiny gold fastens and gold embroidery at the edges. He wore a broad black hat upon his messy brown hair trimmed short at the sides and a scruffy beard.

The others followed behind him a few respectful paces, and they were similarly well dressed. Each had a weapon strapped to their belt, whether a sword or rapier or, in one case, a mace, varying from individual to individual.

She faced them hesitantly, light on her toes and not sure how to place herself. Still not even sure where she was or why she was there at all. The most forward man paused in the center of the room, considering her with one hand rested on the pommel of his cutlass.

“Who’s this then?” Growled one of the men behind him, crossing his arms with a scowl. He was older, with a hastily braided beard and a dirty looking face.

“Entertainment for the night?” Another proposed, smirking mischievously and eyeing her hungrily. His appearance was more sleek and colorful, with vibrant red hair and a dark purple vest in lieu of a coat like his companions.

“We have business to attend to.” Grumbled a wizened looking sailor, who didn’t seem too keen on her presence. He tapped the short sword at his waist, as if considering removing the distraction.

“Beggin’ pardon, sirs,” one of the pirates who held the door piped up.  “She’s the one from the Greenhorn--”

“Greenhorn?” Echoed the first speaker, running his hand over his beard, “I know that name. Who’s ship was--”

“Our meeting-” Interrupted the foremost pirate, silencing them all, “-Is being postponed.”

“Postponed!” Snapped the oldest of the group, “Ye can’t-”

“See yourselves out.” He waved his hand, dismissing them. Despite their babbling, he ignored them, striding forward over to the table. Catch had to step to the side to avoid being mowed over in his wake.

The men squabbled and snarked, but allowed themselves to be led out of the room by the men holding the door. A simply dressed older boy darted out with a gilded tray which held crystalline flutes and a decanter with a deep red liquid in it. He placed it upon the table, ducking his head and bowing out.

Catch watched the pirates being escorted. Waited for one of the men to come to fetch her and do the same. But they didn’t. The doors closed behind them, even as she watched. None of them had spared her a second look, and the room was plunged into silence once more.

Silence, except for the slight clink of glass as the man removed the top from the decanter on the tray. Quietly, he poured two glasses to their brim before replacing the decanter and picking up one delicately. He swirled the liquid about for a moment, sniffing at it thoughtfully before taking a slow sip.

“Your reputation precedes you.” The man said finally, with his back to her.

She looked around, but the room was empty aside from herself. “...Yours does not.”

His soft, amused laughed bounced about the polished wood of the chamber. “Aye, so you don’t know who I am?”

He had turned to face her as he spoke, so she shook her head. “Should I?”

“I should think so.” He took a sip, watching her for a moment. “After all, it was my ship you ruined.”

“Your ship?” She echoed, glancing over his shoulder at the horizon beyond the window.

He nodded, picking up the second glass and making his way down the few shallow steps from the elevated floor languishly. “Yes. One of many, of course. But, still, under my command.”

“If--”

“Your name is Catch, right?” He interrupted her before she could finish.

“..That’s what they call me.”

“Mmm.” He hummed, stopping a few paces away from her. “So I’ve heard. I’ve heard all of your story, actually. How the Greenhorn found you. How you created a brilliant plan that allowed even that fool Kartik to capture the ever elusive and festering Duermon.” He took a slow sip of his wine as he looked her up and down. “Of course I was fascinated. Intrigued.” He held out the second glass to her. “Especially how a girl fished out of the ocean managed to take out an entire ship’s crew and escape with their prisoners.”

She hesitated, glancing down at the offered glass. Gingerly, she took it from him. Even as he stalked slowly past her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye.

“Now, Kartik was not exactly the sharpest nail in the box,” He continued as he circled around behind her, “But Lestat? Now, he was one of my best and brightest. So imagine my surprise to find that not only was he duped,” he was to her right now, “But drugged with his own supply.”

Steeling herself, she turned, glaring at him. “If you are looking for your pound of flesh, go ahead and take it and spare me the theatrics.”

The man smirked, circling around to stop where he had started. “Apologies, my lady. I failed to give a proper introduction. Benedict Kunh, of Ship Kunh. First High Captain of Quassan.” He swept up her free hand with his, bringing it to his lips, “A pleasure to meet you.”

She tried to pull her hand from his, but he held it firmly. Gently, he kissed her knuckles.

“Should I be impressed?” She asked bitterly.

He raised an eyebrow, still holding her hand firmly. “By the most powerful man on the Western Coast? Perhaps. Or you should learn to be.”

Catch managed to scowl at him, despite the fear tickling at her stomach. “Don’t hold your breath.”

His smirk grew slightly. “I was told you were a tough lass,” He stepped even closer, “Your intelligence and stubbornness matched only by your beauty.” He pulled her closer to him, “I see no lie in that.”

The High Captain didn’t flinch at the wine she threw in his face, and even as the drink dripped down his jaw, he kept his eyes closed. But a dark look cast shadows over his features. Slowly, he released her hand and opened his eyes, turning and walking back towards the table. The boy darted forward, obviously terrified, placing a small pile of napkins on the table. He didn’t dare to meet the man’s gaze, eager to be away from his obvious wrath.

“If you intend to kill me or imprison me, please do so,” She told him angrily, “Otherwise, let me go.”

Benedict wiped his face down with a cloth napkin, dabbing it down the front of his neck before turning back to face her again. He smiled, as if unperturbed by her insult, the malice in his face suddenly gone.

“Oh, but I intend none of those things.” He told her, dropping the wine stained cloth on the table and refilling his glass.

She waited for him to continue, but when he didn’t, she crossed her arms angrily. “Then what?”

He turned, considering her. Then he gestured for her to come closer. She didn’t, offering him the best scowl she could. Despite the nerves in her stomach and the dread in her chest.

“Amuse me, my dear,” He implored her, extending his hand, “I want to show you something.”

After another long moment of silence, she did step forward, though she ignored his hand as she approached him. He curled it into the air behind her, guiding her further forward. She placed the glass on the table as they passed, but allowed herself to be led deeper into the chamber. To the great windows that lined the back wall.

“Tell me what you see.” He asked her when they had stopped before them.

Catch shrugged. “A city.” She jerked her chin at the horizon. “The sea.”

“This is my Kingdom,” he told her calmly, “My father and my grandfather before him were both First Captains. And I will do whatever it takes to keep it. For myself. For my sons.”

“Mazel Tov. What does any of that matter to me?”

He took a slow sip of his wine, then replaced the glass on the table behind them. “The strongest men are born of the strongest line. The line with the most grit, strength, intelligence.” She felt him moving closer to her, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose up on end. “Both from their father.” She almost jumped as his hands slid down her arms, “And their mother.”

Catch spun, stepping back. “What the hell are you--”

“My father always told me, when he was my age, he sought out the bravest, strongest, toughest woman he could find.” He interrupted, watching her even she backed further away from him, “And he made her his own.” The pirate took a step forward, closing the distance between them. “I intend to do the same.”

The window was at her back now. “Fuck off.”

That put a small smirk on his lips. “If what I hear is true, you are exactly the woman I have been looking for over the last two years.”

“Keep looking.”

He stepped even closer, blocking her escape. “I don’t need to,” He told her, “As soon as I saw you, I knew.” One hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist. She twisted it in his grasp. “And I knew I would make you mine.”

“You’ll die trying.”

“It is to your benefit as well,” He explained, ignoring her threat, “Your children will have the best possible life, and the best chance at life. Isn’t that what you want for them? Isn’t that what any mother wants?”

She wriggled in his grip. “I’m not a mother.”

A smirk. “That is easily remedied.”

His head snapped to the side from the force of her slap. Though if it surprised him, he didn’t show it. She ripped her wrist from his grasp, moving to step around him.

“I am sick and tired of you bloody fucking pirates thinking you can claim me for yourselves,” She snarled, “I don’t want or need a fucking man to decide my life for me, and if I have to beat every last one of you off with a damn stick, then I will.”

He raised his arm to block her escape, but made no other move to pin her or touch her. “Forgive me if I seemed overly forward, my dear; I am simply excited to have finally found you. I have met many women, great women all, and not one even came close--”

“I don’t care. Your life, your search, your plans. Those have nothing to do with me. Keep them to yourself.” She interrupted, moving to push past his arm.

He side-stepped, a small smile on his lips as he blocked her again. “I don’t believe you have--”

“Shut up. Leave me alone. And let me go.”

“You--”

Placing both hands on his chest, Catch shoved at him with all her strength. He fell back a step in surprise.

“Me nothing. I don’t care who you are.” She shoved him again. “I don’t care what you want.” Another shove. “I don’t care how long you have looked for it.” A final shove had him almost against the table. “You. Do. Not. Own. Me.”

The High Captain seemed more than a little surprised, watching her as she started to stalk off. At the last minute, she turned, pointing one angry finger at him.

“Not one single fucking one of you has ever even bothered to ask me my name let alone what I want.” She threw her hands up and stomped away. “So fuck the lot of you.”

He watched, considering her as she stopped beside one of the wooden beams. Crossing her arms and leaning against it angrily. Angry that she had no power to leave. Angry that she was right back where she had started. Angry that once again, she had no choices.

Slowly, calmly, he walked over. “We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot.”

Catch snorted, shaking her head. She didn’t bother to look at him.

The man moved with a lithe grace, as a man half his size might, as light as air but as formidable as a bull. When he stood before her once more, he tucked his hands in his pockets and looked her up and down. As a snake may a mouse before it strikes.

“I don’t suppose if I asked for your name now, your real name, you would give it to me?”

She shot him a dark look, and found herself caught in the darker shadows of his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed a lump of fear building in her throat.

He smiled, and perhaps to the less wary it would have been quite disarming. But to her, it was merely a cobra baring its fangs with a hiss.

“Alright, then how about what you most desire in life?”

“Freedom.” She replied without hesitation.

He tsked softly. “What is freedom? Hmm?” The predator stalked closer. “I will grant you freedoms. You are free to roam my house. You are free to visit the gardens. You are free to go to market, so long as you take an escort with you.” He threw one hand wide, gesturing to the treasures lining the wall. “You are free to take whatever you’d like.” The Captain reached into the nearest pile, pulling out a pearl necklace. Coins clinked as he freed the necklace from their clutches. “You are free to anything that is mine.” He looked at her coyly. “So I have granted you freedom.”

“You have granted me a gilded cage.” She spat.

Benedict chuckled darkly, slowly reaching out with the necklace in both hands. He reached behind her, stepping closer to connect his hands together behind her neck. He was so close she could smell the salt air on him, mixed with the scent of smoke and rum. The pirate clasped the necklace together, then slowly traced his hands back along its length as it settled upon her collarbone. She didn’t move, casting her eyes downward. When he had reached the center of the chain, he released it. Then reached out and delicately untucked her hair from beneath it. His fingers brushed her skin as he did, and a chill ran down the back of her neck.

“What’s mine is yours,” He told her, “What greater freedom can I grant?”

His hand lingered in her hair, and he spun the curls around his fingertips. She pushed his hand away.

“Freedom to choose a life you do not have,” She said bitterly, “A life you would not choose for me.”

“Hmm,” He breathed again, “That is… not something I will grant.”

The words he chose were not lost on her, and she clenched her teeth angrily. He reached out again, skimming the back of his hand along her jaw lightly. Catch jerked away from his touch, moving to walk away from him entirely.

“Then I will find my own freedom,” She replied, then glanced over at the windows. “...However I can find it.”

The High Captain followed her, catching her wrist as she moved away. He spun her back to face him easily, despite her attempts to resist, and pulled her close.

“I have an alternative proposal.”

She twisted her wrist back and forth in his grasp, tempted to slap him again. “I’m sure I won’t like it either.”

Benedict smiled his dark smile, leaning over her as he held her hand against his chest. “Stay with me. Stay in my home. Stay at my table. Stay in my gardens--”

“In your bed?” She interrupted sourly.

His replying smirk made her skin crawl and her stomach turn in knots. She could almost see the dirty thoughts rolling behind his eyes.

“If you’d like.” He ran his thumb up and down the length of her hand still caught in his. “But regardless, stay.” He held up one finger, lifting their hands up between them as he did, his other digits still wrapped tightly around hers. “For one year. Just one year. If I have not convinced you to stay of your own will by then, you will be free to go.”

She twisted her wrist in his grasp. “No.”

He smiled again. “It is a good deal. I give you my word that I set you free at the end, and it’ll be your choice to stay or go.”

Again she yanked at her hand, but he held it firm. “No.”

He raised an eyebrow, considering her. “I feel I have been quite generous--”

“You have given nothing of value to you. No incentive. No risk.” She interrupted, finally managing to pull her hand free. She backed away. “So no. You have everything to gain, while I have everything to lose.”

The pirate considered that, running his now free hand over his beard. “Fine. I see your point.” He pointed out the window. “The first frosts will hit any day now. I propose that you stay until the first spring thaw. If your path takes you away from Quassan, you will likely need to sail. And all ships will be docked until then.” He pocketed his hand again. “So the day the first ship launches from port in the spring. I have until then.”

Catch considered that, looking out the window too. Honestly, what alternative did she have? Trying to escape. Trying to fight her way into the streets of a city she knew nothing about. To find allies she wasn’t sure even existed… or to take a more drastic freedom for herself…

“I have no reason to believe you’ll keep your word.” She argued.

He straightened slightly. “I am a High Captain of Quassan. My word is my bond.”

“Until you can break it.” She shot back. “You’re a pirate.”

The Captain huffed slightly. “Do you have any other choice?”

She studied him up and down, her face grim. “There’s always another choice.”

He waited patiently, watching her. And she watched him. Both waiting for the other to speak, or give some ground. Neither willing to be the first.

“Well? Do we have a deal?”

Shaking her head, she crossed her arms. “Addendum. No one can not touch me, you especially. You can not lie to me, or have your men lie on your behalf. You can not try to trick me, or hurt me. Or our deal is off, and I can leave. AND,” She added before he could speak, “If you do not convince me, or break any of these rules, not only can I leave, but I take your three best ships with me.”

That seemed to surprise him. “What do you want with three ships?”

She shrugged. “Nothing. Just that you won’t have them anymore.”

He grinned ear to ear. “I like a good bet.”

“So do we have a deal?”

He raised one finger into the air again. “Second addendum. You cannot try to leave, or escape.” A dark look crossed his face, “And you may pursue no other man, nor allow pursuit.”

Catch almost rolled her eyes, but decided against it. She shrugged instead, sighing exasperatedly.

“Further,” He continued before she could speak, “I will add another addendum. Or more, an edit to the wording of yours,” He told her, “I cannot touch you… unless you ask me to.”

She scowled, shaking her head. “I will never.”

His grin grew by a few molars. “Then there is no need to worry.” The pirate king extended out his hand into the air between them. “...Deal?”

She eyed his hand.

He smirked apologetically. “The last time I’ll touch you without express permission, I promise.”

Sighing, she extended her own hand. “Fine. Deal.” What other choices did she have?

Benedict took her hand firmly in his and gave it a gentle shake.

She almost couldn’t stand the shit-eating grin on his face. As they slowly released hands, he took a step closer.

“...Don’t suppose you’d tell me your real name now, would you?”

“Fuck off.”

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Mine

More Nessian fanfic bc I’m Nessian trash :) It’s unedited so there are probably mistakes here and there, my apologies for that. Hope you guys enjoy! 

Summary: In which Nesta gets a little protective. 

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: mild cursing

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Nesta twirled the glass in her hand, the dark wine swirling with the motion. She sat with her legs crossed, chin high, like Amren had taught her. She looked like that of an ancient and powerful queen holding court, despite sitting on a stool in the middle of a bar. Her storm like eyes swept over the room, calculating and pure ice. 

Her lips, which sat in a firm, fierce line, and her hair, done in a braided bun- although no longer hiding the tips of her ears- gave her the image of pure regality. 

Her silver gown, which brought out the blue flecks in her thunderstorm-eyes, shimmered and shifted with every one of her elegant movements. It fit tightly, with a somewhat modest neckline and a plunging back, revealing a stretch of smooth skin and lithe muscle. A sash of darker gray adorned her waist, and underneath, the silver fabric spilled out into a long skirt that touched the floor, gliding behind her when she walked. It fit her, hugging her curves mimicking her motions whenever she moved. The gray-toned gown itself wasn’t sparkly- unless you counted the shimmering fabric- although her jewelry definitely was. 

On her slender wrist was a small silver bracelet, and in her hair were pins, the end encrusted in crystalline jewels. Most eye-catching, however, was the ruby she wore on her neck, the gem resting just above her collarbones. It wasn’t large, like the jewels Amren favored, but it wasn’t small either. It was the color of fresh blood, deep red like someone’s siphons. 

And it sure did attract attention. Five years ago, she would have cowered and shivered, would’ve never worn something like this, would’ve stayed home and wrecked herself beyond recognition. But now, she did not shy away from all the gazes; relished it, even. 

Witch, kingslayer, demon, queen, death, whore, whatever they called her, she didn’t care.

Nesta Archeron only had eyes for one particular person, who happened to be standing in the middle of the dance floor. 

Cassian had worn a suit tonight, contrasting heavily with the Illyrian leathers or casual clothes he usually wore. He instead wore a white undershirt, which was slightly rumpled and definitely not buttoned at the top, with a black suit over it. His hair was combed for once, the top half in a messy bun, a few strands falling out and framing his face. 

“That bastard looks put together for once,” Amren said from besides her. 

Amren, with her cunning silver eyes and intimidating aura, had scared off everyone around them. She wore a black top and similar pants, both made out of that billowing fabric she preferred. On her were necklaces and bracelets of all kinds, all golden, adorned with jewels of all colors. How she managed to make them match so well was beyond Nesta. 

Nesta raised her glass to her lips, taking a sip, before turning to Amren. The two had become close friends again, repairing that void in their relationship three years ago, and becoming the best of friends once more. Together, they had the most pleasurable time terrorizing males.

“Give Rhys the credit. Rhys was the one who picked it out for him,” Nesta replied with a smile. 

Her relationship with the High Lord was… professional. Being his emissary, they were definitely at least on speaking terms. Both had apologized, and although they were still wary of each other, their relationship was definitely warming up. 

Amren snorted, putting her glass down onto the countertop. “Of course Rhys did. Give the dog a literal instruction manual and he still would have no fashion sense.” 

Despite Cassian and Amren’s constant bickering and insulting, they were still close, that was for sure. Amren would kill anyone who truly insulted Cassian, although she’d probably have a good laugh first. 

Amren, whose glass was refilled with something that still looked a bit too similar to blood, tilted her head to the side, some of her black hair falling across her face with the motion. It made her look no less scary. She angled her glass towards that direction as well. Nesta followed her movement with her eyes, looking towards where she pointed- towards Cassian. 

“He seems to be enjoying his time now, isn’t he?” Amren teased, a giant smirk on her face. 

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. A female had approached Cassian; they were talking, and the strange female was much too close for Nesta’s liking. She had even reached out a hand to rest on Cassian’s arm. 

She got up off the stool with a sudden moment, somehow still graceful. Her dress, like liquid metal, swished as she got up. She put her own glass down onto the table, aware of Amren’s catlike smirk. 

“Have fun, girl,” Amren purred. 

Nesta, who seemed to glide across the floor, the slit on the sides of her dress revealing inches of her skin with each step, reached Cassian in no time. The woman- no, Fae female, who was next to Cassian seemed insignificant in Nesta’s presence. 

Nesta couldn’t blame her. She held herself with an intimidating posture that at times seemed even more majestic than Rhys. 

The female, who turned towards Nesta, wore a sky blue dress, the bright kind that Nesta hated. 

Nesta came to a stop before her. She met the female’s eyes with an unwaveringly cold gaze, then trailed her eyes down, and back up, eyebrows raising, before turning towards Cassian. 

Assessed. Assessed and dismissed. 

“Cassian,” she greeted. “Did I disrupt anything?” her eyes flashed. “My sincerest apologies if I did.” 

Cassian only arched one eyebrow, head tilted, giving her a lazy, slow grin that set her aflame. His hazel eyes, turned amber in the dark lighting, glowed, only further lighting that fire in her. Then he winked, and Nesta would be damned if she didn’t admit it was hot. 

Nesta’s eyes fluttered, trying hard to fight the blush rising in her cheeks. 

Cassian dipped his head. “No, I don’t think you did,” he replied smoothly. He put his hand on top of the female’s- she still had her hand on his arm. 

Then, deliberately slowly, he removed it. 

Nesta clenched her fists, power surging, raging, begging to be unleashed. 

Cassian only turned his gaze to hers once more, eyes catching hers for a moment before he turned back to the female in the dress that was extremely ugly in Nesta’s opinion.

“It looks like our conversation must come to an end now,” Cassian said to her. “My mate here is… I think perhaps she wants something.” 

When the female didn’t step away, Nesta turned her scalding gaze onto her, her glare sharper than a dagger. At last, Nesta smelt the fear on her as she turned, disappearing into the crowd. 

The moment she disappeared, Nesta turned back towards Cassian and slapped his arm. 

“Ow!” he exclaimed. “What the hell was that for?” 

“For that.”

Cassian faked confusion. “For what?” 

“For that!” Nesta seethed. “You asshole.” 

Cassian’s only reply was to take Nesta’s hand, gripping it gently, twirling her into his embrace. He let his hand drop from hers, and his other hand snaked around to her waist. She let out the smallest gasp at the action before slapping him once more. 

“Again, sweetheart?” he asked. “I didn’t know you were such a sadist.” 

“A sadist?” Nesta shot back, incredulous. “That didn’t even hurt, you sensitive little bat.” 

Cassian pouted, and Nesta swore it made him even more handsome. 

Nesta reached one hand up towards his face, tracing his lips. “You’re mine.”

She let her fingers slide over to the left, and Cassian complied, turning his face. She smirked, her fingers trailing his jawline, down to his chin. 

“You’re mine,” she repeated, hand falling.

Cassian caught it, his fingers closing around her wrist, a sinful smile spreading. 

Prove it.

Nesta didn’t hesitate, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.

Cassian’s lips slanted across Nesta’s, the two of them lost in their own world as they devoured each other. Cassian bit down on her lower lip and she nearly yelped out of surprise before nipping him back.

After minutes, they parted, both heaving for breath. 

Nesta’s eyes gleamed in victory. “Mine.” 

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Trinkets, Necklaces, 3: Whether they’re pendants, amulets, periapts, chokers, beaded strings, chains, charms, lockets or torques, “Neck Slot” type jewelry is a very common item in fiction and roleplaying. These ornaments give an immediate glance into the bearer’s personality, wealth, rank or social class and  often serves as an iconic part of that character’s look. Ranging in obviousness from a soldiers dog tags, cleric’s holy symbol or police detectives badges worn front and center over clothing, immediately visible on their chest as a clear indication of who they are, to the cliché locket containing pictures of family or lost lovers that’s worn against the skin, just over the heart. Outgoing character’s such as Phoebe Bouffette compliment their natural charisma with loud colorful costume jewelry while more reserved examples often go without, though what little ornamentation they do have is meaningful or of good quality like Katara’s heirloom choker or Annie’s half-a-locket. A locked metal torque can instantly mark the bearer a penniless slave, while a string of lustrous pearls mark their owner a flauntingly wealthy noble. Magical necklaces in fiction are powerful and mysterious from Inuyasha’s Beads of Subjugation, Dr Strange’s Eye of Agamotto or Yugi’s Millennium Puzzle. None of these necklaces are intensely magical in their own right but can serve as basis for a magical or plot relevant amulet. When a DM rolls a d100, the bog standard amulet of protection +1 they were going to give out now has a unique look and personality rather than just a mechanical benefit.

An ornate necklace with a star made of obsidian sparkling with a multitude of tiny diamonds embedded in it. The star is impressively cut; its six rays reached right around the polished hemisphere, and their intersection floats just above the surface.

A small, crudely made vine necklace with a locket made of hardened mushroom. Within the locket rests a glowing green seal made of soft moss that represents a proud guardian of the natural cycle or one who has sold her soul to darkness for eternal life, depending on the observer’s point of view. Knowledgeable PC’s will know that the symbol belongs to an influential guild known as the Golgari Swarm. The guild is the embodiment of life and death and the teeming masses of the Swarm believe that both are natural and equally essential too. To them, life and death are natural elements of a cycle with no intermediary break. A locket like this is usually given to those who have performed amazing feats for the Swarm.

An amber disk carved in deep relief on one side, its edge guarded by a hoop of gold, the whole thing strung on a golden chain. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize the object as the official seal of the abbess of a remote convent of militant nuns.

A uniquely designed onyx amulet with a pattern of raised curving line on the front surrounding a central dome. On the back of the object have been inscribed a few calligraphed lines that form either a poem or a warning. “Mindless rage will shake the world, Cunning lies will bend it. Reckless haste will break the world, And into darkness send it.”

A misshapen amulet that appears to represent some sort of weird... thing. It's impossible to get a good grasp of its exact shape or dimensions, and its geometry may not be entirely euclidean. Attempting prolonged gazes at the eldritch object or studying it in detail produces headaches, fleeting visions of alien hellscapes and temporary short term memory loss.

A pretty necklace consisting of a sapphire strung on a silver chain. On close inspection, an observer can tell the gemstone has a pocked of air trapped within it. Knowledgeable PC's will know that this phenomenon is known as an inclusion and is used in some circles as a ward against curses. The pendant smells of juniper, broom and aspen.

A hexagonal, purple crystalline stick with an indent at the bottom that hides a pattern of raised notches. The top has an enclosing eye-hook with a string, making it a decorative necklace that may double as a key.

A boar shaped amulet, made from the tusk of a wild pig.

An amulet fashioned from a piece of stone the size of a human fist, held by a worn leather thong. It is all that remains of the cairn of Saint Placys, a herald for an ancient and forgotten God of Death.

A small locket designed for a noblewoman, with small painted portraits of her and her husband on the inside… and an even smaller portrait of her secret lover, in a hidden compartment positioned closest to her own heart.

—Keep reading for 90 more necklaces.

—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

An ornate necklace with a star made of obsidian sparkling with a multitude of tiny diamonds embedded in it. The star is impressively cut; its six rays reached right around the polished hemisphere, and their intersection floats just above the surface.

A small, crudely made vine necklace with a locket made of hardened mushroom. Within the locket rests a glowing green seal made of soft moss that represents a proud guardian of the natural cycle or one who has sold her soul to darkness for eternal life, depending on the observer’s point of view. Knowledgeable PC’s will know that the symbol belongs to an influential guild known as the Golgari Swarm. The guild is the embodiment of life and death and the teeming masses of the Swarm believe that both are natural and equally essential too. To them, life and death are natural elements of a cycle with no intermediary break. A locket like this is usually given to those who have performed amazing feats for the Swarm.

An amber disk carved in deep relief on one side, its edge guarded by a hoop of gold, the whole thing strung on a golden chain. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize the object as the official seal of the abbess of a remote convent of militant nuns.

A uniquely designed onyx amulet with a pattern of raised curving line on the front surrounding a central dome. On the back of the object have been inscribed a few calligraphed lines that form either a poem or a warning. “Mindless rage will shake the world, Cunning lies will bend it. Reckless haste will break the world, And into darkness send it.”

A misshapen amulet that appears to represent some sort of weird... thing. It's impossible to get a good grasp of its exact shape or dimensions, and its geometry may not be entirely euclidean. Attempting prolonged gazes at the eldritch object or studying it in detail produces headaches, fleeting visions of alien hellscapes and temporary short term memory loss.

A pretty necklace consisting of a sapphire strung on a silver chain. On close inspection, an observer can tell the gemstone has a pocked of air trapped within it. Knowledgeable PC's will know that this phenomenon is known as an inclusion and is used in some circles as a ward against curses. The pendant smells of juniper, broom and aspen.

A hexagonal, purple crystalline stick with an indent at the bottom that hides a pattern of raised notches. The top has an enclosing eye-hook with a string, making it a decorative necklace that may double as a key.

A boar shaped amulet, made from the tusk of a wild pig.

An amulet fashioned from a piece of stone the size of a human fist, held by a worn leather thong. It is all that remains of the cairn of Saint Placys, a herald for an ancient and forgotten God of Death.

A small locket designed for a noblewoman, with small painted portraits of her and her husband on the inside… and an even smaller portrait of her secret lover, in a hidden compartment positioned closest to her own heart.

A mundane piece of tribal jewelry which incorporates small amounts of animal fur, teeth, claws, and bones into the design. It sports carvings of predators etched into the side and can be worn as a heavy necklace.

A sculpted oak pendant inset with a stone of teardrop-shaped marble.

A medallion that appears to be made of barely  contained, pure magic. The wild arcane energy is old and must have been caged in times of legend when Primordials and Gods roamed the land fighting for control of the future. When touched the magic surges and the bearer can feel the ancient wards strengthen in response, preventing the medallion from exploding.

An orcish necklace consisting of the teeth of a legendary berserker strung on a leather cord.

A necklace made from pewter chain with a lead pendant that depicts the image of the minor God of a Random Evil Domain.

An amulet consisting of a tangle of vines around a smooth amber core. When viewed from the proper angle it takes the shape of a dragon's eye.

A silver chain from which hangs a marvelous, bright blue gem the size of a human palm. In the center of the jewel rests a clear liquid.

A decorative gorget made of painted porcupine quills. A single bear claw hangs down from the center of the front.

A fine chain necklace fashioned from links of some strange red metal. The chain retains body heat for an unusually long time.

A chain necklace with a small painting decorating its oval pendant. The painting is extremely detailed and displays what appears to be a king on a throne. While wearing the pendant, the bearer occasionally experiences the vague feeling of not being where they are supposed to be.

A wooden necklace in the shape of an inverted pentagram that becomes extremely warm to the touch when exposed to fresh blood.

A necklace bearing a small pendant made from 1000 year bog oak. The jewelry serves as a literal shard of history, as the wood was naturally pickled and preserved over many centuries. The oak has compressed and darkened, becoming as hard as a stone as it's slowly been fossilized. Traces of silver have grown into the cracks and crevices, contrasting with the now blackened wood and accentuates its aged surface detail. The silvery, stony wood is set on a base plate of copper.

A large bone medallion in which is carved the image of a black cat standing silhouetted on a droughted grass hilltop, staring up at swarms of blood-red crows undulating in an ever-darkening sky. A creature who stares directly at the grisly scene feels a sense of dread overcome them and sees the world as a dimmer and scarier place until they break eye contact with the carving.

A fine, unassuming silver chain, bearing a single arrowhead shaped jewel. While worn, it stirs thoughts of legendary battles and heroic deeds.

A heavy silver heart shaped locket, engraved with a pattern of thorns. Although it has visible hinges, the pendant refuses to unfasten despite all attempts to pry or coax it open.

A necklace of iron shaped into a pattern of thorns.

A small charm on a leather cord. The charm looks to be of an ever shifting blue grey material, but it is solid to the touch.

A pendant consisting of a small glass vial containing a human tooth, carved into the shape of a heart.

A necklace with five interlocking golden rings integrated into the chain. Each ring is surrounded by tiny semi-precious gemstones.

A necklace with a pendant on it that has an arrow engraved into it. No matter how it is held, the arrow always points to the sky.

A slate grey locket that has unreadable script on the outside. The locket is sealed shut and it sounds like there's something lightly scraping against the inside...

A pendent with a red spider lily embedded in resin. It starts to glow when someone close to the bearer will never be seen again.

An amulet of amber with a tiny forget-me-not flower stuck inside of it. It glows orange when the bearer thinks of someone they lost.

A gold rimmed, silver amulet with a four-leafed clover etched into one side.

A step-cut ruby in a silver setting, suspended on a fine cord.

A pendant consisting of a clear crystal like a large drop of water, strung on a complex, thin gold chain.

A thick necklace made of polished copper supporting a dozen carefully matched and cut pieces of hematite stones.

A druid’s necklace consisting of four acorns carved from amber, strung together with a cord that resembles interwoven roots. Each acorn contains a small piece of elemental matter, one for each of the four elements: air, earth, fire, and water.

A small green and square emerald strung on a simple pewter necklace.

A hand carved heart pendant that's warm to the touch. If placed close to one's ear they can hear a soft but steady heartbeat.

A narwhal shaped pendent, made from whale horn.

A bejeweled pendant in the shape of a desert scarab. The gemstones twinkle in dim lighting, inviting its bearer to dream of higher ambitions.

A coral cameo pendant on a string of river pearls.

A silver pendant, sans chain, shaped like a cone snail's shell. There is a hole beside the chain loop, but no stopper within. Inside, the shell is hollow. Close inspection reveals that the shell culminates in a very sharp, short needle. Fluids placed in the shell well at the needle's vicious end.

An operculum pendant on a fragment of silver chain. The whorl of the operculum is filled with bright leading. The reverse side is carved with a knot of engraved text in block letters; a language unknown.

A toadstone, brown, nearly circular, wrapped in dull lead wire. A loop is spun into the wire, and a new leather thong is tied through the loop, allowing it to be worn as a pendant. A symbol is carved on the stone's bottom; that of a curled, bat-winged serpent.

An amulet of invocation made of copper, stamped with the symbol of the ancient druidic rune for winter. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize the pendant as proof of membership of The Pale Brotherhood of Eternal Winter a sinister organization that once invoking the presence of Laphela, the Marchioness of Cursed, the Dread Succubus to further their goal of cold misery across the world.

A malevolent amulet made of demon horn, carved into the holy symbol of the God of Random Evil Domain

A necklace of carved golden birch pieces on a thong that is made to wrap around the bearer's neck several times.

A silver medallion that bears the image of an hourglass, each grain of sand a tiny encrusted chip of topaz.

A silver pendant that hangs off a silver chain that houses a tiny cabochon ruby that has been pierced by an even smaller dagger.

A simple necklace consisting of a copper chain with six coin-sized copper dragon scales affixed to it.

A necklace that’s little more than seven brightly polished coils of copper wire strung together.

A bronze necklace formed in the shape of a roaring draconic head embedded with sparkling ruby eyes.

A pendant consisting of a faintly glowing rough stone suspended in a filigree cage hanging from a thin golden chain.

An amulet carved from old ivory polished to a silky finish. It has been carved to resemble a boar suckling a human babe, a bear cub, and a hound. It used to be a cloak pin, but the spur of bone that acted as a pin is broken off and a hole has been bored through the boar’s spine. Its hollow eyes once held gems, and one of the tusks is broken off, but the boar’s hooves are still rimmed in gold.

A scratched and dented locket which, when opened, appears to contain a much larger space.

A tarnished tin pendant with a constellation marked on it that dangles from woven a horsehair necklace.

A necklace of human toe bones all pierced through a necklace of dried intestines.

A gold pendant with an ivory mosaic depicting a kobold beneath a halo.

A turquoise and silver pendant depicting a medusa looking in a mirror. Making eye contact with the medusa’s image makes an observer’s muscles feel stiff and cramped.

An onyx cameo depicting three lambs being eaten by wolves.

A copper medallion in the form of an ankh cross set with zircon.

A rusted iron medallion, on which is displayed a burning star inside a triangle.

A medallion consisting of a golden oval, enameled with a blue dolphin nageant, strung on a chain.

A moonstone of unusual size and translucency set in an amulet. When the night sky is viewed through the stone, the constellations may be seen in sharp relief and are instantly recognizable even to someone unfamiliar with astronomy or astrology.  

A silver medallion with dwarven heraldry bearing a frothy mug, a hammer, and the symbol of a dwarven god. A PC well versed in religion or history can tell that this medallion once belonged to Thoradrim, a legendary paladin imprisoned by angels after falling into disfavor with his god.

A worn, roughhewn oak pendant of unknown origin is carved in the image of a snake eating its tail, surrounding an egg. About a fourth of the pendant is covered with a band of many small green sprouts working their way out of the cracks in the old wood, while the rest is warped, dry, and remarkably aged. The pendant hangs from a wooden chain necklace that loops from a gap in the snake’s mouth. If observed over the course of a lunar month, the sprouts continually shrink back and grow anew, the band revolving slowly around the pendant’s surface.

A disk wrought from reddish metal and embossed with a skull-like visage on the front, the medallion hangs from a rusty chain that catches and pulls the hairs from the neck of anyone wearing it. When inspected in moonlight, the medallion gleams with baleful light.

A bone necklace with teeth upon it that chatter randomly. The bearer can hear a mix of languages and animal sounds emanating from it, but never quite makes out what specific creatures or even a single clear word.

A wiry necklace with one red pearl attached to a metal ring, two identical rings hang empty as if the pearls were taken.

A copper colored amulet, with a reflective diamond inlaid. The diamond is perfectly split into four parts, looking as if it has been broken. In Elvish, the words "Break, lest you be broken" are carved around the gem.

A bronze necklace with a sparkling blue crescent moon and overlapping bronze dragon pendant.

A pendant composed of a thin string holding a steel clasp which holds a small glossy black and green pearl.

An amulet bearing an ornate eye-in-pyramid sigil surrounded by mathematical formulae. After the amulet has been worn for a week, the bearer's eyes will become yellowed and reptilian, and remain so even if the amulet is lost or removed. After a month of wear, the bearer may start to notice scuttling red creatures at the corners of their vision...

A faux bronze medallion bearing a stylized sunburst design and an image of a runner on the sun. Engraved on the back is the phrase "Thank you for Participating!"

A miniature human skull encased in amber, roughly the size of a coin, on a chain to be worn about the neck. The bearer suffers nightmares that he doesn't remember, and in his sleep whispers the secrets of anyone near.

An amulet with two charms hanging from its chain, one a white open palm and the other a red closed fist.

An engraved bronze amulet caging a strange, forgotten spirit.

An ornate amulet composed of dozens of overlaid golden plates which resemble scales. A single red coral gem, two inches long, is set in the collar and almost seems to smolder with an intense heat.

A golden amulet stamped with the coat of arms of a major trading guild.

A piece of jewelery that appears to be a delicate diamond-shaped piece of polished copper, engraved with a design of three closed, long-lashed human eyes set in a triangle, hung around a small-linked necklace chain.

A ring-shaped amulet made of a milky blue gemstone. A thin gold chain loops through the hole in the center. The chain emerging from the front of the amulet is twice as thick as the chain entering the hole in the back of it.

A large, pearly-white conch shell that has a light seaweed core attached to it so that it can be worn around the neck.

A cheap necklace made of what appears to be brass. From it hang three gems, a moss agate, a blue quartz and a piece of malachite. Each gem is actually worth a fair bit if removed from their mounts. The necklace is of such poor quality that it actually makes the gems look cheaper than they are.

A ram shaped medallion, made from the horn of the animal that it resembles.

A teardrop shaped pendant composed of snowy white quartz shot through with delicate veins of pale rose.

A crystal pendant that refracts the light strangely and has an odd dark deposit at its center.

A visually impressive amulet consisting of jasper and jade with a leather strap. Even a non-wizard who dons the item can feel a tingling sensation of its power when worn.

A pendant composed of a thin string holding a steel clasp which holds a small glossy black and green pearl. If inspected the bearer can see a small figure inside the pearl but not what it is.

A small figurine of an elephant carved from a sharp cornered square of jade. Where the eyes of the elephant would be a hole has been drilled all the way through allowing the figurine to dangle from a piece of twine.

A priest's necklace made of woven leather straps, with semiprecious stone beads forming the holy symbol of the God of Random Domain.

An amber pendant, carved to resemble an anchor.

A beautiful, glittering emerald is set within the center of a silver chain necklace that hums with power and possibility.

An enlarged, floating snowflake magically held in place on a silver chain. The crystalline amulet is cold to the touch, its shape shimmering and slowly reforming in a fractal kaleidoscope of patterns.

A necklace with rough cut stones and glass strung on it. It causes the bearer to feel comfortable in all social situations regardless how awkward.

A small copper locket which when opened reveals a small insignia made of bolts of electricity arcing in the open space. The locket can be opened from either side.

A golden pendant bearing a precisely carved leaf design that holds a large sapphire. On the back is inscribed the name “Skrotkinrun”.

A small golden locket, delicately engraved with elven designs. The bearer is randomly filled with unexpected sadness while holding the object. Popping open the small clasp causes the bearer to be overcome with grief at the sight of the portrait inside; a youthful blonde woman with a hopeful smile.

A simple silver chain decorated with an aquamarine in an elegant teardrop setting. When worn, it transforms into an ornament that complements whatever outfit you are currently wearing. Although the amulet always takes the form of a neck adornment, it can appear as simple or glamorous as required by the bearer’s outfit.

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sins of my youth. 015

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: I was excited to post this one! Billy continues to learn secrets about Evie as they grow closer. The first day back to school arrives with new challenges. TW: talk of teacher/student relationship, vomiting, pica, bullying, and some Well Earned Smut. ​ *Thanks all and chat with me about the fic if you have time!

Chapter 15: Fires Within Fires

   Billy decided he liked unwrapping these layers to Evie, despite the fucking interruptions.

   Their little game of back and forth where even grazing her skin with his fingertips felt like a prize.

   Where a glimpse of her smile's ghost sent luna moths fluttering inside the glass jar that he'd long-sealed his beating heart away into.

   He certainly couldn't tell her she'd consumed him. Syllables became harder around Evie. No amount of cooing at his mirror would save him from those painted eyes. Brushstrokes that destroyed him utterly.

   And all he could think was brush me again.

   The greatest mystery presented itself that Saturday night. 

   Mona stayed out with friends and went home with something a little more chiseled. Which meant she’d be out and go straight to the salon to play with the books. Blue was fed. The stars were bright and silent. Placed just so.

   Evie applied a red lip, bent over the vanity before it reached eleven on the dot. With her mother out, she used the front door after grasping her coat. Green bomber covered in patches. Crept over the frozen grass and pavement toward a hippy sort of van. Tan with a maroon stripe. 

   Billy crawled out his window at the sight of her along the way. Dressed. Head down as he hid near his car.

   He had to know. 

   The van was already driving off so Billy waited a bit to follow behind it. Hoped the few cars on the road would mask him if he stayed far enough away.

   He trailed after the damn thing all the way to the city. Saw it still in an alleyway and swerved to find parking elsewhere. Waited a few minutes with his eyes on the rearview mirror to see lights flicker.

   Beyond the cold buildings, a cozy nightclub illuminated. Covered in trellises with twisted metalwork roses and thorny vines. Slicked in frost. A red, ornate canopy and steel black gate lining the outside area with empty tables.

   Music vibrated within. Billy lit up a cigarette and watched the door. Eyed a bouncer chatting it up with a group outside in the cold. Smoking and shooting the shit. He readied to make his move.

   The sign read Sugar Kane’s in swirling lights. 

   Boots carefully stepped around the alley. Eyes trained on the bouncer at the end of the street corner. A thrum of piano keys echoed. Billy slipped into the door, down an immediate tunnel of high steps into another world made of pure red velvet.

   Wall to wall velour curtains and uniform lines of crystalline lights. Felt like Billy stepped into a dim, smoky dream. Busy round tables with idle chatter and even a bit of friendly gambling. A dance floor with plenty of couples. Sleek black bar and mirrors behind it.

   Taste and class and care went into this dream. 

   Billy fell into a table in the back, darkest corner. Watched the slow dancing. Heels clicked. More people drank and smoked at tables. Playing cards and speaking in hushed tones under the music.

   The music.

   As couples swayed and parted, Billy’s eyes lifted to the band. Bass, drums, and keyboard. And the singer looking like a chandelier painted red like the walls. Red like the blood boiling and pounding under his flesh.

   Slow and steady, a pure blue light bathed. Made her the center of the universe. Let her slip into a warm bubble bath birthed of the cosmos itself. Billy had to scan her again. Had to blink to make sure he was seeing this correctly.

   Sleek dress of beads like what a flapper would wear. Glossy red lips sultry into the mic. Huge lashes. Bigger curls.

   Evie.

   Her hips moved against the swell of sound. Breathing in and out with it. Stage lights framed her body. Kissed it. Made her glimmer as an ethereal creature. Not of this world.

   Billy’s jaw was on the table. 

   “This is a man's world,” she cooed, head shaking while brown eyes fluttered closed, “this is a man's world…”

   Billy’s fingers twisted into the tablecloth. Eyes trained as her voice picked up against the reverberations. Filled the air. Filled the empty spaces around Billy. He’d heard her sing, but this starlet wasn’t the delicate songbird she came off as. She owned the air. The space. The stars. The world at her feet.

   She owned everything. She wasn't sorry.

   “But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl.” Evie plucked up the mic to come forward. Smiling when hands dropped dollars into a bowl she shared with the band. Her voice grew. Boomed. Curled around throats and hearts.

   Enthralled.

   That stage was where she belonged and she wasn’t sorry about that either.

   Bathed in the echoing ruby glow from seas of crimson velvet and black silk around the room. Spotlight pulsing technicolor. Painting in blues and pinks and reds. Utterly decadent. Small chandeliers hung down to sparkle against cherry hardwood that met the vibration of a musical crescendo. 

   Evie’s dress flicked about as she moved. Tiny knit shadowy fishnets and strappy heels. Miniature white flowers woven into her free spun curls that truly made her look like an angel. A glowy star. The light caught a collared necklace she’d made with a cameo brooch and loose jewels.

   Again and again, Billy let himself be consumed. Bowed to her voice ever-growing. These untouchable notes that wrung around his soul. 

   “But it wouldn't be nothing!” Evie’s head tipped back. “Nothing!” Mic high with the greatest note that stilled the entire room as the music hushed so she could shine. Obscene and shameless and so bright. Eyes lifted from tables to see her there beckoning like the sirens of old. Evie came down to look out, settled the mic on its stand. Romanced it. “...without a woman or a girl…”

   Billy sat there and watched the set. Eyes all over Evie without her knowing. Blissfully unaware of the boy in shadows. He smoked a slow cigarette and no one from the bar bothered him. Not yet.

   Evie was five songs in before they switched it up. Let the band take on some peppier instrumental so Evie left to cross to the bar. Billy thought to flee before a huge hand touched his shoulder.

   “You look a little young to be in here. Not drinking. Where’s your ID, kid?”

   “Hey, I’m eighteen.” Billy sounded childish, snuffing a cigarette out on a clean ashtray. The bouncer glared down at him. Bodybuilder type and pretty. Tanned with styled slick hair and little strands tumbling into his brow. Blue eyes. One ear framed in silver piercings. “Just listening to the girl, she...she knows me.” 

   “Yeah, yeah, let’s go, stalker. She's working.” The bouncer cooly plucked Billy up like he was a doll. Catching the attention of the bar as they stumbled toward it.

   Evie reeled out of her conversation before Billy Hargrove was presented to her. One shoulder high into the air as a muscled hand held his arm.

   “Does this belong to you, Eve?” He began, giving Billy a jostle for good measure.

   “Oh, god.”

   Billy flashed his brightest smile. Begged to be claimed like a little, lost puppy. Poor Evie could only groan. Elbows on the sleek wood to hide her face. The woman she’d been speaking with behind the bar was already cackling. “Yes...he’s mine.”

   “Is this the boy you won’t shut up about?” Came a quip. Gravelly, feminine voice. 

   “Told you, I know her. Lemme go, Lurch.” Billy ripped himself clean from the bouncer. Fixed his jacket.

   “Marlon, baby, we got him from here.” The barkeep continued, bringing one acrylic nail to her plump lips. Dolled to the gods in a Marilyn Monroe type wig of platinum, buttercream waves that swooped to frame her face and touched her glowing shoulders. Sapphire cocktail dress cinched in and flowed to knee length. Matching heels that made her a head taller than Billy. 

   “Whatever you say, honeybunch.” Marlon gruffed and went back to go up the steps. Evie shoved at Billy and grabbed his jacket.

   “What are you doing here?” Her classic hiss.

   “I wanted to know where you snuck off to two nights a week. Just a concerned neighbor.”

   “Sometimes three when we have the stage open.” A hand adorned in a huge diamond ring extended. “Looks like James Dean and Jim Morrison had a blond baby boy. Little Eros crawled out of a Def Leppard video.”

   “Billy.” He shrugged out of Evie’s grip. Left her making that signature scrunchy face of anger she was known for. Arms crossed at him. Pride rose so he boasted. Took the bejeweled hand in both of his to kiss the knuckles smelling of jasmine. “Evie’s favorite subject.”

   “Are not.” The retort clipped.

   “Don’t tell lies, Evie dearest, they cause wrinkles.” A wink of huge false lashes followed. “Iris Lee Arden. I manage the place for the owners. Evie’s never brought us a pretty stray before.” She gave Billy’s chin an affectionate brush. Nails painted to silver claws. 

   Iris moved like a feline. A trans woman with brown skin and a full figure. Thirties. Commanding presence. Love of Marilyn Monroe with roots in the art of drag. Billy spotted a sign behind her about the specials. Chalked in different colors. A variety of musical stylings. Another sign about the shows nightly. Thursday being drag night.

   One of those open places he figured. Accepting of all colors and sexualities. Safe haven to outcasts. California had them too. Seemed more of a rarity in this area. Double the bouncers of the places back home.

   “Evie’s telling people about me, huh?” Billy leaned into the bar to play the flirt. Evie’s hand covered his mouth.

   “Ignore him. He should not be here. I’m sorry.”

   “Says you who lied about your age for the job, sugar.” Iris teased, eyes flicking to Billy. “We found out like the day after. Obviously.”

   “I was in it for the free booze.” Evie beamed a smile, hand snatching from Billy when he licked her finger. “Gross.” The pink tongue caught between his teeth before he grinned.

   “Uh. Nice try. I don’t even drink the alcohol for free, girl. And the only thing we ever give you free is a Shirley Temple.” Iris laughed again. “I’ll get two going while you lovebirds work things out.”

   “We’re not, ugh…” Evie rolled her eyes and decided to sit. Huffed for effect. “So, you got me.”

   “I always do." His dangling earring caught the light. "Not a bad place. You ever sing on Thursday?”

   “No, but I did host a couple of shows for Iris. The girls love me and I love them. They taught me plenty. Helped me. And I...learned a lot about myself too.” Evie kicked a stool out so he’d join her. Paused to see his expression. Her lips quivered. "Would it bother you if I think about girls and boys the same?"

   "Did it bother you when I flirted with that Jesse guy right in front of you? More in common, Angel. It's adding up." Billy held her eyes steady when he said that. They shared this softer beat. Simple and clean. Plenty of room to breathe. He shifted, lashes batting. "So, this place. Start from the top."

   “I was sixteen and I saw flyers so...I sorta lied about my age. No one knows. Not Heather, not even Fredrick. They found out I lied quickly. But, they liked me so we worked out some rules and I just sing a few nights with the band. Couple songs. Great guys, too. The Starlighters. They’re here almost 24/7. Marvin on bass, he drives so they pick me up on the way most days. I have to hide in back, I don’t want to get them in trouble. Cops will treat them differently cause they're not white. Always been that way.”

   Billy noticed most of the people in here, including the workers and band, were people of color easily. Many mixed like Evie.

   Opposite of Hawkins. She and Tommy H were practically the only mixed kids in their classes since his birth mother was Hispanic. Strange thing neither of them addressed in the open.

   “The club runs all sorts of music. Jazz, rock, classics, and some pop. I like the more rock and pop nights cause I can bring my guitar. Sometimes I help back up visiting bands. This place just appreciates it all. I love it here and I can sing anything they need, it's like a second home. Accepting. Good for people who get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.” She shrugged and two bubbly glasses were set down. “Thank you, Iris.”

   “Owners have more musicians coming in toward spring so hours for you will be slim. Summer should be better, they might have some more day and evening gigs.” Iris perked a smile.

   “I get it. Easier to work during the day when I turn eighteen.” Evie sipped. "The best birthday present of all is more of that stage."

   “It's happy to have you, sugar. So, tell me, Billy, have you locked this girl down?” Iris plucked up a clipboard to make some inventory notes, elbow on the bar. 

   “Hey!”

   “I’m working hard on it,” Billy winked and that was enough to silence Evie.

   “She also told me you’re the one who took care of the shithead who gave her that,” Iris tilted Evie’s face. "Boy is lucky I couldn't sink my talons into his eye sockets. Sick my guys and dolls on him." Billy barely caught the bruises under layers of color corrector and makeup. “Good boy.”

   “I do what I can.” He shrugged and played with the straw of his drink. Evie could have blamed her blush on stage lights. Instead, she stole a sip when Iris offered a fresh glass of water.

   “I’m gonna go sing.” She pushed Billy’s arm. “He’s a compulsive liar. Don't listen to him.”

   “Don’t worry, Eve, I’ll babysit the pretty boy. Make him feel right at home. It's what I do.” Another wink and Evie groaned all the way to the stage. Rejoined the band with a red smile. Sparkling. Garnered a few claps and nodded to pick up the next song. Beaming.

   She found Billy's eyes for one fleeting moment.

   "The French are glad to die for love..."

   “She’s gonna go far, that one." Iris caught his attention. "Just needs a chance is all. Someone bigger than me to give it.”

   Billy’s eyes were glued to the ruby supernova whirling and bursting before his gaze. Felt the vibrations inside his ribs. Again and again.

   “You take the stage too?”

   “Oh, yes. Never too late. Prefer to manage these days. Guide others starting out. Lots of queens and questioning tweens in the city in need of a place. I like to give them one. Outcasts who need to learn they're not alone in this big world. I've had plenty of success and now I have dreams of managing one great star.”

   “My dad would hate all this.” Billy piped up aimlessly, head shaking.

   “More of us than of him, if you believe it. Just have to speak up. Scream it out.” Iris cleaned a couple of empty glasses. “You’re pretty. You could do drag, you know?”

   “Thanks.” Billy broke to chuckle, eyes turned back at last.

   “Don’t hurt my girl either.” One long nail pointed. A talon that tapped Billy’s chin. “We’ll take you out back and smack you around a bit.”

   “Maybe I’m into that, lady.” Billy flirted back. His insufferable self. The pretense lowered. “Already hurt Evie. Trying not to do it again.”

   “You’re young. So is she. You both will fuck up, that's life. Sometimes people hurt more when they're comfortable. Just make it right.” Iris had offered, arms back in the bar to sigh. 

   “Sometimes I don’t know how to do that,” Billy blinked his gorgeous eyes, “make it right, I mean.”

   “Watch. Listen. Learn.” She cooed softer. “It’ll do you good. Be a gentleman too, offer my girl a ride home when her set is over. Short night. I assume you’re staying?”

   “Yeah…” Breathless, he marveled. “Yeah, I’m staying if she is.”

   Evie had a few more songs before the mic was turned over. Something sinking every single time she had to see it go. They split tips and she parted ways for the night. Offered the shortest hours of all the workers being so young. Schooling first, Iris always said.

   Bundled in a jacket, Evie pushed through some beads and curtains to see Billy waiting. Head cocking toward the exit.

   “You stayed.”

   “Why wouldn’t I? Drove all the way here.” He lit up a smoke outside, having not had many during the set. Music lingered behind them. Echoed along the cool winds and wet pavement. “Free show and all the Shirley Temples I could suck up. I did tip, by the way. All the pretty people I could flirt with and brag about my girl to. What a night.”

   He slung a lazy arm around Evie’s shoulders. Not looking at her. His girl. Smoke flitting out his lips and Evie lost all her thoughts. Lost the nerve to tell him he was so beautiful. That she could be his. He shifted closer to her and peered at his watch, trapping Evie into his chest.

   “Damn, it's just after two.” 

   “Couple times I stayed till four.” She lamented. “Guess I should be happy they have room at all even if it’s once a week these days. Iris is good to me, I’m loyal… What did you guys talk about?”

   “How pretty the stars are at night.” He mused, snuffing his cigarette out onto a brick wall before he paced to the car waiting. Evie slid in wordlessly, sighed when Billy got the heat on before she buckled.

   She also noticed he did it too for the first time since riding with him. 

   “Usually I’m wired after shows but I’m dead tired tonight,” she rubbed her head to moan, leaning back.

   “You had a long week.” Was all Billy said, swerving down the street to the freeway.

   This heavy silence hung in the air. Billy intent on the road. Idle glances that never matched up. Finally, he peered over and saw Evie’s head lulled aside. Fast asleep.

   A smirk crept.

   He turned some easy music on. Let her rest all the way to Hawkins and parked at his house. Turned slowly and brought his knuckles up against the apple of Evie’s cheek. He felt her shift into his touch and reeled back. Evie seized up, groaned to see him.

   “We’re back.” He whispered. Not sure why.

   “Hm, sorry. Dozed off there.” Evie felt for the handle. Also felt Billy’s eyes on her skull. She froze and blinked to see him. “You want to come inside?”

   “Easier than sneaking into my place. Dad’s a heavy sleeper, but he has Billy Fuck-Up Radar.” He laughed and she didn’t, pushing out. Evie staggered in her heels, holding herself so Billy crossed around in silence. They went up into her house. 

   “Gonna...bathroom. Wash my face off ‘n change.” She had this sleepy adorable way about that, petting Blue idly. Already tugging little clips from her curls.

   Billy came to give the cat some attention. Heard the sink running and crossed back to Evie’s room. Tucked his boots and coat aside. Sprang at attention when she came in wearing a long tee and cradling a bundle of clothing. Curls free and messy. The slightest smear of black makeup still under her eyes but the rest of the paint came off leaving her fresh-faced and glowy. 

   “Need to use it?” She gestured behind her and stepped aside, depositing her laundry properly. Blue eyes lingered before he went off. Wordless.

   Evie let out the breath she’d been holding to sit on the bed. Back taut when Billy returned so she stood awkwardly. A quick movement that made him stop. Created a standoff. Eyes held steady. Expectant. She bit her lip and clicked the light out.

   Somehow that made him feel safer to cross. Careful steps like he was approaching a skittish nymph. Stood inches away. Evie let herself cave in.

   “Can I undress you?”

   The words blurted.

   Billy didn't hesitate.

   “All yours.” He watched her too pointedly so Evie looked aside. Reached to lift his shirt until he adjusted to get out of it. She got a look finally at the nasty red and purple welts on his shoulder. Healing yellow tinge. Clouds shifting.

   Visible from the moon and streetlamps outside flitting through the blinds. A hand hovered but didn’t touch and he just went rigid there. Let her look at him. Let her see every inch. The color splashed over his shoulder like spilled paint. 

   “Can I kiss you there?”

   “Only once.” He said so she swept over. Placed her lips on the flesh that was burning hot. Pecked too light and came out to see Billy’s eyes close. They opened and she reached for his belt. Clicked to get it off before unbuttoning his pants. Billy hitched to shudder when she brushed him, easing his pants down over white briefs. 

   Slowly, Evie brought a finger to her lips. Tapped once and Billy obeyed. Claimed them without ceremony. Pushed into her body until they tangled back in bed. Adjusting so he could hover.

   Aroused into a creamy thigh, Billy rocked easily between parting legs. Nestled there and heard her moan. Drowsy kisses as her hands slipped around his back. One arm braced by her head, fingers smoothed the curls aside. 

   “Can I look?” He uttered, hand inching under her shirt. Gazes locked. A pulsing beat.

   “Yeah.” Evie let her hands fall into the mattress. Billy pushed fabric up over her chubby stomach and naked breasts. Traced her flesh without shame and she felt it all melting away. Piles of insecurities shedding to drop like little weights hanging from her heart. Brown eyes lifted elsewhere. A quiet shiver followed.

   Her chest rose and fell. Evie tried to stay alert and locked into him, but the sensation returned that sunk her down.

   “Billy," she squeaked to still him, "I-I do want you.”

   That broad hand palmed her side. 

   “If you’re unsure, Angel, it’s a no.” He shrugged. “It’s okay. You’re tired. Doesn’t hurt my pride.” Eyes lingered on her face. Evie still felt so exposed there. Billy’s thumb rubbed a hot circle into her skin. He chuckled before pecking those waiting lips with ease.

   “We could...I still want to… Do things.” Evie shuddered, swallowing to find the words. “Warm-up. Start slow. Small.”

   “Little things you dream of me doing to you.” He leaned in again to taunt. Hips pushed into hers. “Wet your panties already.”

   “Please, you leaked all...over me…” Evie lost the exact jab while he kissed up her neck. Tongue and teeth. His hand inched. Ever so slightly. She touched his knuckles, guided him higher to cup her breast. Billy moaned at that alone. Twitched like he might burst and wasted no time getting his tongue on her nipples.

   “Taste better than I dreamt, that’s for damn sure.” He ran his nose over her sternum. Tormented her other breast. Let his teeth tug once. Twice.

   Suckles until she bucked into him. Head tossed back to moan. Fingers curled into spun gold. Coaxed him onward. Billy kissed her all over. Tummy and back up again. Shifting, he moved over to straddle one leg, nudged her thighs to stay parted.

   “Wanna spread you open,” lips ghosted, “touch you.” Brush you again and again.

   Evie had his arm in her grip. Felt like two irons clinging. Slowly, she nodded, eyes huge and darting over his there in the dim light. 

   “I want to feel good again, Billy.” She gulped dry air. “Want you to make me feel good.”

   He took in her expression. Pleading and vulnerable. Unafraid to want him in the open. Fingers rolled over her hard nipple and then slipped down under flimsy fabric he wished he could tear. Contained himself just barely at the feel of her. Soaked for him. Responsive to every little beat and sigh. Pride set fire to his marrow. Two fingers pushed up into the bud, coated in arousal to stroke it.

   "Like that?" He teased slow. Her mouth opened for his tongue in response.

   Evie grasped desperately at the pillow under her head. Legs opened so he got off to curl next to her. Braced his head up with one propped elbow and offered lazy rubs. Drew it out until her thighs hitched to part wide.

   “Hear that fucking sound you make?” Billy’s lips touched her ear. “Fuck.” He whimpered like she was the hottest thing on two legs. Made her feel coveted and sexy. Desirable. Slick sounds mingled with their breathing hurried. “I could listen to it all day and get off on that alone, you know. Musical girl. I could play you all night.”

   He kept kissing her, rendering Evie unable to articulate. Wanting him in little breathy sounds.

   Fucking wanting him.

   Evie twisted, hitching a gasp as her toes curled. Thighs parting wider because Billy was some sort of fucking wizard at this. This boy couldn't be real. Eliciting perfect notes out of her. One hand gripped the pillow under her head while the other clung to his bicep now. She felt the muscles bulge white-hot and loved it. Heard Billy breathing soft in her ear, lips trailing down her jawline and collar. 

   “You’re so wet.” Billy brought his fingers up to lick them. Pushed his tongue into her mouth after. “Taste so fucking good.” Evie yelped as he slapped her thigh playfully. The words slurred into her lips. He slipped his hand back into her panties, played rougher, and felt her tense. Evie’s lips opened into his to moan. Her legs bent up and spread for him. Bucking to meet his touch that was ending her. “Shameless, Evie, I like it.”

   “You talk too much.” She had gasped, eyes rolling to shut. Breast jutting so he kissed them next.

   “I don’t think people talk enough during the act.” Billy curled back into her. Supporting himself on one arm by her head. “Nothing like seeing a pretty girl’s face when I tell her she’s gonna come so hard for me.” She felt his shaft against her side, rubbing idly to make some friction. Leaking and wet. "So very hard."

   Billy liked to play dirty, it kept his emotions at a safe distance.

   Evie caved in. 

   “More… Faster, Billy.” She clung for him. Neck exposed. Pulsing. Lips parting obscenely. "More."

   A finger pushed inside with another following. 

   “Oh, fuck.” Evie worked into his touch. Brown eyes finding his intent ones. Billy thumbed her clit in tune. Pumped a few times. Watched her chest rise and fall in shaky breaths. The shirt still bunched over her tits. Lips fell to suckle one rosy nipple then the other.

   “Too much, Angel?” Billy slipped out to resume circling the bud. He hummed, slowing to inhale deep before he granted her another taste of his lips.

   “Don’t stop, I like it.” Evie whimpered into his mouth. Caught his bottom lip in her teeth playfully. 

   “Couldn’t tell.” Billy sped up again. “Wanna see you come for me.”

   “Billy.” Evie twisted at that. Thrusting herself into him. Breasts bouncing.

   Slick, filthy sounds filled the room. The damn streetlamps glimmered around the curtains. Gave her almost no place to hide from him. Something churned in her stomach. Alert. 

   “I’m close.” She strained at last. "I'm so..."

   “I know,” he grazed their lips to murmur, “just chase it. Don’t run, Angel. That’s it. Chase it for me.” He watched her expression flutter and cloud. Loved it. Worked her relentlessly.

   Nails dug into his skin. Out of breath and bucking until her body gave a little quake. A moan followed. Drawing out with her climax. Billy rubbed her until she fell to pieces. Crying out and shuddering. All for him. Back curved to echo sweet delights. He didn’t stop until she fell limp and quivering by the force. With Evie spent, he pushed up to reach into his briefs. Slicked his shaft in her arousal. Began to pump. 

   “Lemme see you.” She slurred, turning over to tug his underwear down. God, he was beautiful. Lines cut down his hips. Trimmed gold curls. She bit her lip again and wasn’t coy for once.

   “You mind?” A suggestive eyebrow rose.

   "If I can help." She pushed up more with heavily hooded eyes. Drunken. Messy kisses trailed his abs before she licked his tip.

   “You just go for it, huh?” Billy added. Allowed her to swallow him down. “Fuck, that mouth you have, Evie.” He bucked into her throat. Tried to apologize when she made a sound that was utterly pornographic. Heavy cologne wafted up her nose. A trail of spit ran from flesh to lips as she came out. Lapping again. Sinking down so he could pump. She gripped his hips and worshipped him. "You don't...You don't have to..."

   "I like it when you feel good. You're so beautiful." Evie dipped out. Let Billy tilt her head up by the hair. Thumb slicking her swollen mouth. Billy curved to dip his tongue in. Groaned when she kept stroking. "Feels good to give pleasure. We have that in common, Billy."

   His spine arched. Muscles taut because her lips were on him again.

   "You look like a star, you know that?" Billy had to peer away. Sighing soft. Shuddering. She didn't lie about being skilled at this. Evie placed little kisses up and down. Slowed. He didn't have time to continue the praise.

   “Where do you want to cum?” She resumed stroking him. Kissed shapes around his hips sweetly. Billy tried to articulate and gasped as her teeth nipped along his skin.

   “You’re asking me? Shit...You won’t like it.” He tried to not blow it all on her face. Felt like that might be rude. Billy shuddered again. “On your tits.”

   “Hm.” Evie reclined back, let him scoot in and helped him stroke himself. Being dirty also assisted in keeping her emotions and insecurity at bay. She worked him with her slick hand. Felt him starting to lock.

   “Listen, I’m not gonna last much...longer.” He was thrusting into their palms. Leaned over her to grasp the pillows so she could finish him herself.

   “It’s okay. Just let go, Billy. It'll feel so good when you do.” Tease.

   “Fuck, Evie, fuck.” Billy looked exquisite. Vulnerable. Eyes glittering with pleasure. Whining. Lips opened to groan. She worked him until release gushed. Milky spurts right across her chest. Billy swallowed for some air, looked down at her. Messy and fucked out. Shirt bunched up with his filth all over her skin. Puffed. 

   “Don’t get mad, but I thought about that the first time I saw you.” He twisted one nipple, heard her hitch to sigh. Evie fell back with a huff.

   “Yeah, you made that obvious.” She felt Billy sweep up some release with two fingers and offer it to her lips. Sucked him clean, peering through thick lashes. Evie laced their fingers and let a slow smile pull. “I enjoy you, Billy.”

   “Yeah?” He fell next to her. Nestled in so their curls mixed. “Only took you a couple of months and an orgasm to admit it.”

   “Shut it… I want you. Not trying to countdown to it like it’s some rocketship.” She pushed over him and felt under the bed for a dirty shirt to wipe off with. “That’s all I’m saying. Foreplay is one thing. Sex always changes people. Maybe I'm...freaked about that.”

   “I enjoy you, too.” He admitted to the dark. Eyes lifting to the ceiling before she tucked herself back in between him and the wall. “We could get a motel room sometime. Make sure no one walks in for once. We'll be wide awake and go a few rounds. And I won't change on you.”

   “Hmm.” She turned to muffle into his chest. Drowsy as can be. “Sure.”

   “Really?” Didn’t expect a quick reply. “Not gonna take it back when the glow wears off?”

   “Maybe.” Evie teased, grinning into Billy’s skin. “You make me mad sometimes. Still want to go slow like this.” He chuckled with little air, chest steady until he adjusted so she could cuddle into him. Evie traced a heart into his flesh. Caught herself. “Can I have a ride Monday? I think Steve will understand… I’m just freaked out about going in.”

   A hand pushed her hair aside so they could look at each other. Billy played with lush curls. Got serious.

   “He's not gonna be there.”

   “I know.” Evie hummed with her eyes closing. Fingers in her hair lulled her further. “Sometimes I think I see him standing in dark corners. Even when I’m on stage. There’s this glimmer of him everywhere. Especially as I close my eyes.”

   Billy didn’t know what to say so he kissed her until she was breathless and distracted. They shifted around so Evie faced the wall, pulling his arm over. Thrilled him to pieces. Billy framed her body with his, lips melting into dark curls. Sweet blessings placed upon her crown. A protective barrier he hoped soothed her.

   He really hoped.

   The blankets pulled up so they twisted together. No more syllables followed until the morning birds began to sing.

** ** **

   Monday crept to swallow Evangeline whole.

   She donned a vintage plaid dress that was cinched with a belt and short. Threw her bomber over it and fashionable black tights. Knew she was dressing for Fredrick even still. Her little outfits pieced together so he could imagine taking them apart in class. Earrings caught the light as she swung her bag on and crept outside into the morning windchill. Didn’t want to keep Billy and Max waiting. 

   Just in time, they stalked out of the Hargrove house. This knowing smile crossed Max’s face when she saw Evie.

   “So, you’re hanging out with Billy again.” Came the monotone observation.

   “Back seat.” He snapped at her. Evie’s lip twitched before a little nod followed and the redhead disappeared into the back. Snapping the seat in place for Evie to take. Without ceremony, the Camaro lurched forward to go. Billy fiddling with his radio and cursing all the hick stations until he found one at Evie's quiet recommendation. 

   “Is Evie your girlfriend now?” Max was leaning between them.

   “I’ll pull over, I swear to god, Max.” He lifted his eyes with an aggravated breath, turning hard after the stoplight changed. Max snickered and Evie wanted to laugh, but didn’t. Eyes darting at the many trees they passed until they began to blur. A sea of earthy tones and pure white frost pooling. Almost looked like chaotic, muddy ocean waves. Crashing.

   Sensing the nerves, Billy’s hand found her knee. Stayed there until they got to school. Thumb smoothing.

   “See you two later.” Chipper for once in the morning, Mad Max jumped out after them and raced down the hill to meet Dustin waving across the way. Evie huffed as he looked between Billy and her then asked Max an obvious question out of earshot.

   Students moved all around them. Many pausing to glance at Evie Fenny appearing from the magical blue of Billy Hargrove's legendary Camaro. She didn't belong there. One hot orgasm wouldn't change that. Fingers curled into her bag’s strap. Nervously twisting it.

   “He’s not gonna be in there and you won’t feel better until you face it.” Billy finished his cigarette against the hood. Eyes pointed.

   “We could just skip.” Evie looked around at passing students and Billy came to her side.

   “You do know how to tempt me. C’mon.” An arm swept around her shoulders. Nearby students took more frantic notes as they got down the hill so Evie wiggled from him. Kept walking and felt sick by the time they got to her locker.

   “People are staring at us.” She faced inside and sorted books. Billy leaned next to her. Eyes flickering with this unreadable expression. 

   “I didn’t notice.”

   Evie gave him this glance like she didn’t believe him. 

   "I don't care." Came the actual sentiment.

   “I have to get to calc.” Evie dismissively shut the metal door and gasped when he kissed her. Right there in front of everyone. Billy cupping her cheeks. Making a point in his way. Cartoon confetti tumbling down. Students watched Evie stumble into the lockers. Billy Hargrove’s arm steady around her back. Pulling her into his body as if he wanted her and only her and nothing else existed.

   “Clear enough, Angel?” He pulled out. Left her breathless. Unworried and wishing it was enough to unbind her nerves. A thumb fixed her lipstick idly. “See you in English. Don’t run.” Billy swept off. Students parting to let their king by. Evie shuddered to herself and hunched to hurry in the opposite direction. Cheeks burning. 

   Brush me again.

   She didn’t learn much in her first period. Heather met her at the door and kept glancing the entire class. Carol and Tommy both skipped. That should have brought Evie some ease. Instead, she figured she might blow chunks.

   The first bell had her springing up. Not even waiting for Heather as she disappeared into crowds. Shoving a bathroom door open so she could throw up her breakfast. Two eggs arranged with wheat toast. Mona had spent the entire time prattling about some man she was seeing as if Evie were her best friend and therapist and not a soul she gave birth to.

   Evie so often wondered if her mother had wanted her. Really wanted her. This life that stilled all her starlight, electric dreams. And not treated birth as a duty because these things can happen.

   Luck was not on her side. Evie had passed Carol in there with a couple of other girls in her gaggle's orbit. Smoking and late to class. Too cool for it either way.

   Bile and food exploded into the toilet bowl. A twisted clothing pin that was stuck somewhere it shouldn't have been came up too. Evie swallowed that a good while ago. Spots of blood pricked.

   “Gross, Fenny, didn’t know you were that type.” Vicki sneered outside at the sound. Snickering followed. “Two fingers are better than one, precious. I hope you give Billy’s dick better treatment.” Footsteps followed and Evie didn’t have time to be mortified. She figured they all left and gasped. Spotted a loose bolt in the wall. 

   Evie propped her head up and fumbled to unscrew it.

   Heard voices that told her to stop. Just stop. She can stop. She can stop this at any time.

   There rust.

   It went down and Evie felt that sickly wave of calm wash. Rocked back to a distant shore and wiped her mouth on a wad of thin toilet paper. Felt disgusting. Gave her cheek a soft pat like a baby. Breathe. Breathe. Feet staggered out with her backpack to see Carol sitting on the farthest sink like it was a throne. Smoking still and far too elated.

   Shame sunk its talons into Evie like Carol watched the entire thing play out. 

   Unable to even rasp, she went to the sink and washed out her mouth. 

   “Not preggers are you?” Smoke pooled up.

   “Just sick.” Evie bit back, hands braced over the sink.

   “About the party,” Carol continued, not listening as she snuffed out her cig against the mirror's corner, “I was so drunk. Don’t take it personally.”

   “Fine.”

   “I just think it’s a fresh start today. New leaves. Right?” Carol dug around as Evie shuddered and tried to reapply her lipstick. The redhead approached. “Here.”

   A stick of bubblegum flicked out. Evie eyed it suspiciously and Carol actually smiled. Glossy lips curling before she chewed her own piece. Blew a plush pink bubble for good measure.

   It popped.

   “Nothing funny. You need to work on those trust issues. Especially if you’re gonna hang with Billy. He gets around." Her head cocked. "Don't mind Vicki, by the way, Billy sorta dropped her unexpectedly. Hm. She was hoping to take him all the way to prom and only got one taste at Lover's Lake. Poor thing.” 

   Carefully, Evie took it. Let the sweet flavor fill her rustic mouth. Didn’t mask enough.

   “Thanks…”

   “Anytime.” Carol went to the door and stopped. Lips smacked. Couldn't hold it in any longer and let the glee flow. Red hair flicked. “So how does it work, you and Bowers, is it a grade thing? Are you just easy? I’m so curious because he seems like a guy who could get anyone. Billy, too. So, why you, Evie?"

   The question that kept Evangeline up at night haunted the air. Carol grew relentless.

   "Are you a witch of some kind? Could be comparing the young and old. Gross. Maybe you work well on your knees. I’d love some tips.”

   Evie stared at the sink. Heard the bell blare signaling she was late. A deafening silence followed.

   “I don’t…” She peered at Carol crossing her arms to smile. The gum went sour. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” 

   “I don’t know if I’m grossed out or impressed, Evie,” Carol faked a look of shock, “you really suck off our teacher. I mean, how pathetic do you have to be?” A nasty, faux scoff followed. 

   "As if you weren't leaning over his desk to press your tits against his back and hiking your skirts up all the same." Evie shot up. Caught Carol off guard by matching her malice. Easily.

   Evie found herself shaking. Face hot. Eyes betraying her too well.

   “But, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Leave me alone.” She spat the gum in the trash and pushed out to go. Carol followed her down the empty hallway, skipping and loving this side of Evie that poured like tar.

   “Does he at least buy you nice dinners? I bet he’s flush with cash. Buys you things in leather and lace. Does he have a preference? I think lace. You're a dainty spring flower he plucks the petals from all for himself. Right?" Carol struck Evie with an arrow at that sentiment. "Is Billy jealous? Bowers is probably into the weird shit. You must be a real pro at-” Carol hitched to squeal when Evie flared.

   Two hands plucking her up to shove her into the lockers. Breaths in sync, Evie found herself hissing. A fire built to pour and ravage. Warming them both. She leaned too close to Carol's face.

   “Just, shut up.” She trembled, teeth-baring. A silver tear fell down her cheek. Fingers warped into Carol's pink turtleneck sweater. The trapped girl actually reached up to catch it on her finger. Looked dreamily into the droplet like she was viewing a distant memory.

   “Ah, you’re actually crying. Like a little baby. You should start wearing a big red A, Fen. Bowers must love having a little baby girl around. Dress her up and down, down, down.” Carol sneered, glossy lips popping.

   She dropped the pretense as Evie held her there. Let it all flutter. Started to shatter silently. Evangeline wondered. She really wondered if what Carol Perkins saw in her that she hated so much was just herself reflected. Poor thing.

   Poor things.

   "You don't know shit about me." Evie managed. It sounded so unconvincing coming out.

   "I know all these people around here are weak. They're so fucking weak." Came the spark. "But, not us."

   Carol came in close. Added fuel to the fires. Did something peculiar and gave Evie this sickly sweet peck on the lips. Gloss and red mingled. She stole something she saw deep inside of Evie that she felt too. Got shoved back again when Evie recovered. Tongued her mouth after tasting the salt of more tears. Carol was welling now. Voice low. Starting to quiver. Evie's fingers left blushing marks on freckled skin.

   It hurt and Carol loved that it hurt.

   “It feels good, doesn’t it? Real good. Pile that pain onto someone else. This. Feels better.” Carol sniffled with budding fury. Waited for admission. She tremored and asked a question that killed them both. "What happens when we run out of silky petals, Evie, huh? What the fuck do we do then?"

   Tears shed, they didn't cleanse.

   "I d-don't know, Carol," Evie released the thoughts and mourned it deeply, "but, I think about it every single day."

   Disgust welled. Evie thought of Fredrick grabbing at her. Seething to keep their secrets locked at any cost.

   Wheels within wheels. Turning endlessly.

   Fires within fires.

   She dropped Carol and stalked off. Proud like Hester in The Scarlet Letter. Fleeting temptress with dominance and power for days like Abigail in The Crucible. Heroines and villains and virgins and whores and martyrs. None of them win.

   Women were always packaged just so. The world seemed to prefer that. All these stories Fredrick made her read and reread until she took them into her soul. Lolita who always gets the blame she never deserved because she was young and a victim and no one cares about that. Why don't they care about us? They care about how she was prepackaged by a society that never tried to save her.

   No one cares or grieves why and how women are carved from pristine marble, only that it's their fault if they tarnish and crack. Their fault if they stumble and fall. No going back.

   No going back.

   White roses painted red. They never asked first.

   Evie was a couple of steps away from the classroom when a mass of claws tore into her curls. Yanked her back so hard that her backpack fell off. 

   “Still pretending you’re better than me, bitch! Admit it!” 

   Evie cried out. Alerted nearby classes. Thought of Fredrick tearing her down the same way and whirled with her hand out on pure instinct. Smacked Carol in the mouth. Froze with huge eyes. And Carol actually smiled. Bloodied teeth and sticky lip gloss. She looked like such a girl there.

   "Alright, Fenny babe, I'll play the villain for you. Just like you wanted." Carol dove on Evie while classes began to pool out. They hit the floor and lockers rolling around. Not really landing punches or slaps. Just locked around each other shouting and tearing into clothing and loose hair. Both crying.

   “Shit!” Billy, Steve, and Tommy shoved through the jeering teens to pull them apart. Chaos rained.

   “Girl fight! Girl fight!” This school really reveled in such things every single time. 

   “We need help here! Ladies, enough!” The poor substitute in Bowers' room was not having a great first day.

   “Get off me!” Carol finally detached from Evie so Billy scooped her up under the arms. The redhead noticed Mr. Bowers wasn’t around and stopped struggling. This cruel look twisted her face. 

   “Can’t leave you alone for a second, huh?” Billy’s voice brought Evie back into the shouting as she scrambled up with his help.

   “You two! Principal!” Another teacher came between them. The useless security guard was just now jogging around the corner. Evie tore her bag up and passed Steve and Tommy. Carol was already stomping off. Something awful lighting her bones aflame. Red locks bounced and became fire.

   Ushered away through crowds, they were put into a cramped room. Seated next to each other.

   “Perkins and Fenny?” Their principal plopped into a chair with his secretary sitting in back to make notes. “I haven’t had problems with either of you.”

   Carol burst right there. Sobbed through the words.

   “It’s all Evie's fault! She slept with him and she’s just getting away with it! She gets everything! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of all this and...and I want it to stop! I just want it all to stop!” 

   “Ms. Perkins, you’re not being app-!”

   “What if I told you it was a grown man, huh! Maybe someone who works here.”

   “Liar!” Evie wretched over her chair to swat at Carol until they had to be forced apart again into separate rooms. A clock ticked. Blared in her ear and made her crazy while she waited. Tears streamed.

   Carol was about to ruin her life. Drag all this shit back to the surface.

   God, what would Mona say if she knew her daughter was an evil temptress?

   Evie got into her bag for something. Anything to make it better. Nothing small enough to swallow at the bottom so Evie just rocked. Patting her cheek again to console herself. Bubblegum lip gloss still stained her red lips. No wiping it away.

   Chief Hopper poked his head into the room ten minutes later, causing her to drop the bag and send her items everywhere.

   Hester. Abigail. Lolita. Twisting goddesses. They all pay for it somehow. The narrative always makes them pay and they never had a chance to be anything else. Can't blame them.

   Poor things. Lost to the fires within fires.

   Books and papers flew out elegantly around her feet. Scattering away as Evie burst into harsh tears.

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Oof, sorry to end it there lads! More to come and thank you so so much for following as always. All the comments mean so much to me and I’d love to chat about the chapter!! Thanks!

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40 days and 40 nights....

[ ID: 4 lineless digital drawings. All of them have Buddy Sturne, a SFM sona with purple skin, brown hair, green eyes with light purpleish eyebags and green rounded teeth and a square shaped body. She has an oval dark purple nose and tongue and freckles on dark purple blush circles. They wear green, red, black beaded bracelet on either of their hands in all except the last picture. 

The first is Buddy and Habit dancing. Habit is wearing a purple nightshirt and dark blue pants. He has teal, blue, pink, red and dark red simple flowers in his hair with a big sunflower on top. Strands of his hair are coming out. He is laughing. One arm is folded downward while the other is close to him, both have fingers waving out.One leg is slightly forward while the other is back. Buddy is wearing a big dark greenish gray shirt and black pants with criss cross black stripes and flat black shoes with white soles. She is slightly smiling with closed eyes and has her tongue out. She is in 3\4 view with one hand tucked in while the other is farther behind. One leg goes up while the other is down. The background is a pink to purple gradient with cotton textured clouds in the same shades. There are bright white spots over the whole thing and some swirly textures on top and bottom. The whole thing is slightly blurry for a dreamy effect.

The second is Buddy, Habit and Lancer dancing. Habit is wearing Rarity’s outfit from ‘’Friendship Through The Ages’’. He has the same flowers as before plus a deep pink flower with dark purple lining, like Deltarune’s Dark Candy.  He is having fun and his tongue is flopping out. He is thrusting forward with one finger pointing up while the other points to the downwards left. One leg is seen put forward. Lancer is subtly grinning. He is in the ‘’Staying Alive’’ dance pose. Buddy is in a pose like surfing and flipping her hair. She is wearing a dark grey button up shirt with half moon, comet, constellation, blue planet, dark galaxy graphics and dark blue shorts with red slippers. The background is a blue to purple gradient. There are clouds of the same shades drawn above with a translucent rainbow passing over them. At the bottom are small teal and dark blue dashes all around. Some outlines of unbloomed flowers with bright lights in them are visible. There are two rainbow ones which have bloomed. Prismastic bursts are scattered. There are sharp glitter points at the top sides of the image. To the left sparkly transparent lens flares are there, one shining on Habit’s hand. There is a stars filter on some parts.

The third is Buddy, Habit, Lancer and Mr. Neighbour dancing. Everyone is smiling in a way except Lancer who is doing an ‘’O’’ face. Habit has one of Buddys hands in his. He has dark red hair on his arms. Buddy is wearing a dark blue windbreaker with light red, green,blue fish patterns and orange jogging pants with a light orange stripe through the leg and white sneakers. She is in a slightly jumping looking pose with one hand held out near her face. Habit has the same flowers as before plus strawberry flowers with some of the fruit. He is wearing a lily patterned buttoned shirt with pastel rainbows in the lilies, around the hand sleeves and gold pants and dark brown heeled shoes and a yellow necklace. He has one hand waving up and out while one leg kicks forward and the other sways back. Lancer is wearing a disco ball costume and is posing forward with his arms up having hands balled into fists. Mr. Neighbour is throwing his head back slightly and his hands are up in the air.The background is teal and blue radial lines mostly overtaken by a crystalline burst of red, orange,pink. Theres a transparent checkered filter on the whole thing. There is a slight focal zoom around the image.

The fourth is all four of them lined up doing the same move- leaning back, left arm up, left leg bent, right leg out and right hand spread out. They’re all wearing square frame golden disco glasses and have their tongues out while smiling except Mr. Neighbour who is just opening his mouth. They all have a drop shadow effect. Lancer is wearing a wide blue sequined dress and fishnets on the hands and purple pants with pink shoes. He has a blue glowing outline. Buddy is wearing a tucked black shirt with vivid deep red flowers opened at the top to reveal a black inner and a black belt and pants with red rose patterned boots. They have a purple glowing outline. Mr. Neighbour has a ponytail and a muted red ribbon headtie and is wearing a disco jumpsuit with muted retro color flowers of various shades all over. He has a light rose glowing outline. Habit is wearing a white sweater with ‘’flower’’ written multiple times on it and a colorful picture of a bouquet tied with a pink ribbon in the center and wide faded green knit pants with cream\yellow colored sandals. He has a green glowing outline. The background is a defined horizontal rainbow with noise filter. There is a glowing red line passing through the bottom. Stylized colorful wide retro text at the far right next to Habit says ‘’TONGUE GANG’’. Pink curly text above it ‘’Suns out ‘’. Red curly text below it ‘’Tongues out’’. Overall the image looks grainy and warm toned.

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[dandiequeen]

I stood in front of the full length mirror in the corner of our bedroom, admiring my dress. It was dreadfully hot for the beginning of July so I opted for a light-weight dress. It was an ivory colored v-neck dress that went down to just above my knees. It was tight in the torso, but once it hit my midriff it flared out into a slightly poofy skirt. The bodice and skirt of the dress were separated by a small gold colored belt. My hair was in a very simple messy ponytail and I chose to not wear a veil. For jewelry, I wore a simple blue and gold diamond necklace with matching stud earrings. My makeup was mostly simple. I had light smokey eyes, eyeliner that was done to make my eyes pop, and long lashes, not the fake ones either. Tying everything together was my favorite red lipstick.

"Well, how do I look, Ducky?"

He smiled at me. " Jennifer, you look amazing. Rather timeless and elegant, if I do say so."

"Thanks," I looked at the clock above us, before continuing, "Shoot! Ducky, we got to head to Jethro's house! Oh my gods, Ducky! I can't be late to my own wedding!"

"Calm down," Ducky said as he handed me my bouquet of purple flowers. "We have about thirty minutes to spare and Jethro's house is only a ten minute drive. We have time, Jenny."

As we entered into Jethro's house, we were ambushed by Abby. " Jenny! Jenny! Jenny! Oh my gods! You look amazing!"

"Thank you Abbs."

The next twenty minutes flew by very quickly. The next think I knew, it was time to say our vows.

When our hands joined together, I felt this jolt of electricity that reached down to my core. It was something almost euphoric feeling and I couldn't explain.

The officiant went through the typical ceremony jargon, before telling me to say my vows first.

"Jethro, I never believed in love at first sight, but that was until I met you. When I first looked into your crystalline blue eyes, I was instantly drawn to you," I paused as I tried to keep my composure,

"Now, I pledge to you that your name will be the one I cry out loud in the night, and your eyes into which I smile in the morning.

I promise to you my living and dying breath, equally in your care, and to tell no strangers of our grievances.

These are my wedding vows to you in a marriage of equals."

By now, I could feel my composure slipping. Especially when Jethro started to say his vows.

"Jenny. The day you walked into the bullpen in your fancy sky-high heels, I knew I was in trouble.

For as long as I've known you, you have turned my life upside down. Because of you, I can laugh, I can smile and I am able to dare and to dream more than I ever have," Jethro paused a few moments to wipe away my tears before continuing.

"You are, and forever will be, the love of my life, my soulmate, my person. Thank you for the miracle of you. I love you."

With that, the officiant announced that we were now husband and wife and that we could kiss.

It was a beautiful thing to finally be married to the man I've loved for so long.

xxx

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[chinadiandian]

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