#WHY IS SHE LADY MIDNIGHT IF HER HAIR IS BROWN

[secretly-a-catamount]

Every day I’m haunted by the knowledge that Annabel Blackthorn canonically has brown hair.

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"For life." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gifs)

Daryl tells his daughter about the day she was born (And she asks him an awkward question)

A/N: Just a continuation of my first imagine with dad!Daryl. My everything. I don't know why but I always imagined his daughter as Lexi Rabe, Iron Man's daughter, (I took a scene from it too, sorry hehe) but of course, you can imagine her differently. Thanks for the love my stories are receiving! I had so much fun writing this so i hope you like it♥

“Shit…” Daryl whispers, and the group around him sinks into a heavy silence.

The few present, some members of his family, including his wife, stare at the map on the dining room table, plotting in their minds what was the best option to attack Negan’s clan before he attacks Alexandria again, before he puts at risk the lives of the innocents who had been caught in the crossfire.

But the silence is broken by a small voice, as sweet as honey since she learned to speak.

“Shit.”

You all turn to the staircase behind you, especially Daryl, who can recognize his daughter’s voice among a sea of ​​murmurs, even if they were louder than her small voice. Daryl had a very good memory, and he had memorized the color of her voice since Marley said her first word, which, to his delight, was daddy. But now Marley Rose Dixon is 4 years old already, and although her bag of words as he used to call is still limited, she had learned to memorize a lot of things at her young age.

Daryl walks over to her, who is sitting on the bottom step, wearing her pajamas with little baby elephant prints on them, and he lifts her up in his arms, enveloping her in his warmth. For her part, Marley hugs his neck, and she smiles back at him, a little sleepily because it is already past midnight.

“Whatcha doin' up, youn' lady? S’ late and ya should be sleepin'.”

“Shit.” She repeats giggling, make him uncomfortable, even if she doesn’t know she is actually doing it.

You chuckle, as do Rick, Michonne, and the others.

“No, angel, it ain't okay to say that word.” Daryl scolds her, softly as he uses one hand to push some strands of her brown hair out of her face. “That word belongs to mommy, so only she can say it.”

Marley frowns, tilting her head to look at him with her deep blue eyes and an accusatory expression.

“But you said it first, daddy.”

He clears his throat before answering.

“Yeah, but only 'cause Mommy lends it to me sometimes, right, Mommy?” Daryl glances in your direction, and when everyone turns their gazes to you, the weight falls on your shoulders, so you just nod with a solemn expression. “See? Now we’re gonna take ya back to yer room, 'kay?”

Marley hugs his neck closer, their noses touching, making Daryl smile.

“But can you tell me a story?”

Before you or Daryl can speak, though, Rick ends the meeting. Everyone retreats to their own homes, kissing Marley on the cheek or stroking her hair on their way out, and when the three of you are alone again, you all head up the stairs to her room.

Once there, Daryl sets Marley down on her bed, tucking her into her blanket as you grab a book from her shelf. There weren’t many children’s books in that new world, so the two of you had started reading Marley books about wild animals, exotic flowers, and more.

He lays down next to her on the blanket, their heads touching on the pillow as you hand him a book. But Daryl skims through it first, frowning as he looks back at you.

“What? No pictures this time?”

“Borin’!” Marley replies, mimicking her father’s expression.

Her words make you let out a deep breath, but you chuckle too, just because even though you had given birth to her, she looks more like her father than you.

“Oh no. Look what we did. We created a little Daryl Dixon. As if we didn’t have enough with the one we already have at home.” Shaking your head, you walk out of the room, hearing your husband’s voice behind you.

“M’ so proud of the daughter I raised!”

You hear the laugh in his deep voice, but before Daryl can open the book, Marley gently pushes it away.

“Daddy, tell me one of your stories.”

Thinking, he lies on his side with his baby doing the same, looking into her eyes that are just like his own. Daryl could get lost in the depths of her blue eyes, all day, all night, or all his life: it was like that from the first time he saw her anyways.

“Did Mommy tell ya ‘bout the day ya were born?”

Marley shakes her head.

“Well, we were waitin' for ya for several months now, but ya were two weeks early. It seems that Mommy’s belly wasn’t very comfortable anymore. That night, Daddy had gotten to the main gate after a run when Auntie Maggie told me that Mommy was ready to give birth, and when I got to our room, she was very, very scared. I sat behind her on the bed and told her how brave she was, that she jus' needed to endure the pain a lil’ longer to meet our baby.”

Daryl smiles slightly at the memory despite the fear he felt, because there was always a chance of losing his wife or his daughter, and Marley looks at him curiously.

“Were you scared?”

Daryl chuckles, stopping himself from saying shit again.

“Terrified, angel. Daddy couldn’t do anythin’ to stop Mommy’s pain, but we both know how strong Mommy is, and I knew she could do it. Ya took some time to be born, but in the end, yer cry was the most beautiful sound I ever heard. Ya were healthy, and that was all yer mommy and I asked of life. Then the doctor put ya on mommy’s chest, and suddenly ya stopped cryin' when ya looked into her eyes.”

“How did I look at Mommy?”

Daryl smiles, bringing a hand up to Marley’s face to caress her cheek.

“Ya looked at each other like ya’d known each other forever.”

“And how did I look at you?”

Marley chuckles as he leans closer to her, so close that he can rub his nose against his daughter’s, hearing that sweet sound he’s memorized as well.

“Ya looked at me like ya were goin' to love me yer whole life.”

Marley smiles.

“But I love you, Daddy.”

“For life?”

She nods quickly.

“For life.”

For Daryl, who was never given a touch of affection, he knows well that he would give his life for his daughter, because she had loved him long before she knew what love was. But she grew up surrounded by it, by her family, by her mother, and most of all by him, who always knew how to love despite not having been loved when he was a child.

And it is easy for him to say the words that he never received.

“Daddy loves ya, Marley, with all his heart.”

She smiles, kissing his nose before wrapping an arm around his neck.

“I love you too, daddy, with all my heart.”

“That’s good to know, ma lil’ angel.” Daryl caresses her cheek one more time before pulling away from her, getting up to tuck her in before leaving. “Ya must sleep now, sweetheart. S’ late.”

“Daddy?” Just as he adjusts her blanket for the last time, he stops. “Can I have a pet?”

Daryl thinks for a moment: it’s been a while since anyone had seen a pet.

“How ‘bout a fish? Daddy can take ya fishin' and we can come home with a pet fish.”

Marley wrinkles her nose.

“I don’t want a fish. You can’t take them for walks.”

He chuckles.

“And what animal would ya like?”

“An elephant!”

Daryl can’t help it, he frowns at her, head cocked to the side.

“What’s that word Mommy always uses when I get obsessed with somethin'?”

“Fixation.” She laughs.

Daryl chuckles.

“Ya really got a thin' for elephants, angel.” He leans down to kiss her forehead before leaving, but on his way to the door, her voice stops him again. “Yeah?”

“And how did I get into mommy’s belly?”

Daryl chokes on his own breath: but he would rather face 100 walkers alone than explain to his daughter how a baby was made.

“What?”

“You said I was in mommy’s belly.” Marley cocks her head, an action she learned from him. “How did I get there?”

“Well…” Daryl frowns in a thoughtful expression, because Merle had told him about it when he was a kid, but in a very grotesque way. “Daddy will try to get ya an elephant, I make no promises, but I'll try, 'kay?”

Marley smiles.

“Okay.”

Daryl can feel the relief as he closes her door, but he knows that sooner or later, she’ll ask again. When he gets to his own room, he can see you standing in front of the window, staring out at the cold world, but at least inside his home, it is always warm. Like a good hunter, Daryl comes to you quietly, wrapping you in his arms, his face hidden in your neck, his warm breath tickling you.

“How did yer parents tell ya how a baby is made?”

You laugh.

“What?”

“Marley asked me how she got into mommy’s belly.” Daryl lifts his head, meeting your amused gaze. “Merle told me when I was 6, and I ain't repeatin’ the words he used to ma daughter.”

You nod, agreeing with him.

“I met him, so I can imagine his words. I was never told that babies are delivered by the stork or anything like that. But, we already talked to Marley about calling her private parts by their names, so we can start there.”

Daryl grunts.

“I’ll be there but, could ya do it? I ain't ready to teach ma lil’ baby how to make a baby.”

You laugh.

“Fine, I’ll do the talking. Although now that I think about it, my brother once told me that he was explained it when my mom was pregnant with me, so it was easier for them and him.” When you look back at him, Daryl is looking at you with an amused smile, the one he used before asking you if you wanted to make love. “I’m not saying we have another baby! So keep your hands off me.” You pull away from him, looking at him with a serious expression. “Before you say it, no. No, no, no, and definitely not. And if that wasn't clear to you, hell no.”

Daryl shoves his hands into his pants pockets, smiling like a child.

“I jus' think maybe now is the right time to give Marley a lil’ brother or sister.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? Are you planning on giving birth to that baby?” When he shakes his head, you narrow your eyes. “Then think twice, Dixon. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed. And if you dare lay a finger on me, I’m going to bite it. I’m not kidding.”

The moment you turn your back at him, however, Daryl has you in his arms, kissing the arch of your neck before you can ask him to let you go.

[diamond-champagne]

7. Do You Miss Me?

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Warnings: None that I know of but please let me know!

a/n: We're kind of approaching the end so please give me requests on what I should write next! Thanks for the love, besties <3 It means more than yous know!

New Years Eve

The balloons and confetti fill the air while bottles of booze litter the table. The UConn Womens’ Basketball team; along with the rest of the UConn athletes, have taken their New Year's festivities to a club. It’s loud and packed. It makes the perfect distraction which is what Azzi needs. 

After her nauseating conversation with Caroline, the curly-haired girl was left to face the truth about her relationship with Paige. It’s fragile but teetering. Every interaction pushes it closer to being destroyed; yet it sits on edge, slightly wobbly, but intact. Azzi knows she’s to blame for the current state of their friendship. Though they’ve had rough patches, she never thought it would get this bad. The pair haven’t had a real conversation in weeks; both doing everything they could to avoid the other. In the three conversations they have had, they argue. It’s exhausting, but Azzi is grateful for the disagreements. It means that there’s still some fight left in Paige. Some fight left for them.

Despite how happy she is to be fighting with the blonde, she wishes that they were making up more. The brown-eyed girl has missed her counterpart over the last month. The two don’t have designated time to spend together anymore, don’t go out of their way to borrow the other’s clothes, or simply just cuddle. Azzi misses Paige. It’s not a new concept as their entire friendship is based on missing each other but Azzi is desperate to have the blue-eyed girl near her. She misses the presence of her best friend more than anything. 

She wonders if Paige misses her too. 

Though she imagines that the blonde-haired girl doesn’t because across the club, Paige is making her way to Cameron. Azzi watches as the football player notices the blonde making her way to him. Azzi watches as she slips into the space next to him; pressing her side into his as his arm snakes around her shoulders protectively.

It’s a nauseating sight that results in Azzi throwing back her shot and quickly ordering another one. And another one. And another one. 

“You should slow down,” Caroline says as she sits down next to Azzi.​​ The sentiment, while appreciated, does nothing to deter the curly-haired girl from ordering another shot. She’s being irresponsible, this much she knows, but she needs to forget. She needs to not feel. “It’s New Years Eve. I’m allowed to get drunk.” the girl grumbles out. It’s hard over the music but her teammate hears every word. “You are,” Caroline agrees, “But New Years isn’t why you’re sitting at the bar, drinking alone.”

Azzi turns to face the couple on the other side of the club. She watches as they talk to one of the football player’s teammates. Paige laughs at something and throws her head back. Azzi wonders if Cam loves that sound the way she does. Or does he prefer her giggle that she probably lets out when they engage in banter? 

These thoughts and more occupy the curly-haired girl’s mind more than she’d care to admit. The thoughts alone are suffocating but to watch is like dying a thousand deaths. So Azzi doesn’t bother with a response. Instead, she downs her shot before heading to the floor to dance. The younger girl isn’t sure how long. All she knows is that Waka Flocka turned into Pitbull which turned into Lady Gaga. It doesn’t matter though, because Paige is still connected at the hip to Cam, and Azzi still wishes that was her instead. 

-

Azzi is drunk. The younger girl is standing in the club bathroom with 30 minutes to midnight trying to get herself together. She came in to use the bathroom but that proved to be difficult when she couldn’t even stand straight. The basketball player eventually got that much figured out but couldn’t really do much else besides hold onto the sink for balance. 

The brown-haired girl had just about gotten a hold on herself when a group of girls walk in. Two immediately head towards the big mirror by the sink Azzi is currently occupying. The other two girls head into the stalls but the conversation between the group never falters; which is the only reason Azzi is able identify one the girls as Riley. In fact, the volleyball player is looking at her through the mirror. 

Azzi is drunk but she isn’t drunk enough for this. She supposes she can’t be surprised. Riley is a volleyball player and most of the UConn athletes are at this club tonight. Still, seeing your ex that broke up with you because of your feelings for your best friend who you still aren’t with is very uncomfortable. Talking to them even more so.

“Hi, Az-”

“Hey, Rile-”

They both start but before laughing. The tensitiy in the air lessens and the athletes watch as the other’s body relaxes. Suddenly, talking to each other isn’t that bad but then again, it could be the alcohol. 

“How are you?” Azzi asks.

“I’m good. How are you? How’s Paige?” Riley replies. The answer must reveal itself on Azzi’s face though, because the volleyball player’s eyes widen before she snaps her head in the direction of the taller girl. “You aren’t together?”

The basketball player shakes her head no and Riley’s eyes widen even more. “Listen, I know I said a lot of things that night but I never would have imagined that you two didn’t figure it out.” Azzi laughs in response. “Well, it doesn’t help that she asked if I have feelings for her and I walked out of her apartment.” The statement earns her a slap on the arm and a scolding from the shorter athlete next to her. 

“Why would you do that? It’s obvious that you do!”

“I’m scared,” Azzi starts. Perhaps it’s the alcohol that allows her to be this open because her next words have never been spoken. “I’m fucking terrifed of loving her. I’m terrified of her loving me. Every single time I look into her eyes, she’s got these intense emotions pooling in them and I don’t know how to handle that. Paige looks at me like I’m her forever. She looks at melike I can hang the stars and the moon. Fuck, she’s just so intense and sometimes I worry about it being too much. Sometimes I worry about being too little.” 

“You’re a coward, a liar, and a thief.” Riley states. She says it even toned and softly as if all three of those words were not insults of some kind. 

“Excuse me?” Azzi exclaims. The insult clearly catching her off guard. 

“It’s the truth,” Riley shrugs. “You’re a coward, a liar, and a thief. Until you begin to work on that, allowing yourself to be happy will be hard. You’re self sabotaging and you don’t even know it.”

The basketball player isn’t exactly sure how to respond. She watches as her ex moves toward the bathroom door before turning around.

“Once you figure it out, I hope you get everything you want.” and then she’s out the door. Azzi shakes her head and checks her phone for the time. She tries not to give what Riley said another thought, at least not while she’s this intoxicated. 

There’s five minutes until midnight. 

Azzi walks out of the bathroom and heads towards the section occupied by her teammates, and Cam. A bitter feeling creeps up Azzi’s throat and invades her senses. Would Paige kiss him at midnight? It’s a thought that produces sickening images in the younger girls’ mind. Though as she reaches the section, all she can hear is her ex’s voice in the back of her mind.

I hope you get everything you want.

While she isn’t sober enough to work out whatever Riley thinks she needs to, Azzi can accept that she should after whatever she wants. It is a new year afterall. 

The words repeat themselves as the girls flood the floor along with the other athletes to start the countdown. Azzi can feel the tequila and adrenaline pumping through her veins as she watches Paige separate herself from the football player to be with their friends. 

10

Should she do it? Azzi thinks she passes through the club to get to Paige.

9

Maybe she shouldn’t. She continues walking anyway.

8

Coward. Azzi gets closer.

7

Liar. And closer.

6

I hope you get everything you want this year. 

5

They’re standing face to face.

4

Azzi pulls Paige closer.

3

“What are you doing?” Paige exclaimed

2

“Getting everything I want” 

1

Happy New Year!

Azzi crashes her lips onto Paige.

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[stellar-constellations]

Heart on the Market (ONGOING SERIES) Chapter 1

WARNING: This series will include; NSFW, dead dove, reader is a serial killer, black market possible inaccurate historical slang and fashion, gore, alcohol, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, implications of misandry (male misogyny), perversive thoughts, possibly more to add.

Inaccurate canon-timeline and setting (Ashley doesn't exist).

Incest is not Wincest.

Andrew Graves x Old school! Serial killer! Fem! Reader

Wordcount: 3,000+ words

Chapters: Current chapter, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4 (in the works)

        It’s 12 in the morning at the 24 hour diner. Despite it being midnight, the diner was bustling with people eating pancakes and drinking spiked milkshakes; a classic 50’s diner. 

        The floor had black and white checkered tiles had fallen pieces of bacon. One of the tables had spilled milk after a baby knocked their bottle of milk over (why the family is here at this time, she doesn’t know nor does she care). The chairs had chewed gum under them matching the table bottoms too. The red and white counter had drunk men watching an episode of I Love Lucy.

        “Do you need anymore coffee?” (Y/N) smiled, holding a piping hot coffee pitcher, steam escaping from the top of the lid.

        “Thank you, dear.” A little old lady smiled, probably thinking it was 5 AM in winter when the sun wasn’t up instead of it being 12 o’ clock in the summer.

        “Need anymore hash browns?” (Y/N) smiled, grabbing her notepad and pen from her white apron tied around her waist, the tight strings accentuating her figure.

        “No, but I’ll take a cookie for the road.” The lady smiled.

        “Coming right up, ma’am.” (Y/N) smiled, her black flats walking against the sticky tiled floor as her light blue skirt twirled around her knees.

        She walked behind the counter to the display of cookies resting there since yesterday, grabbing a cookie and throwing it in a small, white paper bag. She stapled the bag closed and walked back to her customer, handing her the cookie.

        “There you go, ma’am. Is that all for you tonight?” (Y/N) smiled.

        “Yes, that’ll be it.” The lady smiled, her sunken cheeks turning up to show her dentures.

        “I’ll get the check.” (Y/N) hummed, walking back to the counter and printing out the check for table 26. 

        She walked back to the old lady, grabbing the printed receipt and handing it to the lady.

        “Careful, the ink’s fresh.” (Y/N) smiled. 

        “Thank you.” The lady smiled, placing 30 bucks on the counter.

        “Oh, ma’am. You dropped a few bucks.” (Y/N) spoke, counting the cash. “Your meal was 13 bucks.”

        “Keep the change as a tip.” The lady smiled, before leaving the diner.

        “Fool…” (Y/N) snickered to herself, placing the tip in her tip pouch on her hip as she took the meal’s money to the cash register. 

        Old people are so easy to butter up. She thought, smiling. All it takes is a few nice words to make them smile a million bucks. Not to mention their retirement money.

        If she keeps it up earning these tips, maybe she can buy a new dress. She’s been meaning to get another poodle skirt anyways.

        (Y/N) sorted out the money in the cash register before closing it, walking into the back. There were tablets there on the walls for her to clock out of.

        Unnecessary screens in unnecessary places… (Y/N) thought, annoyed. These new generations and their technology!

        (Y/N) clocked herself out on time, heading to her work locker and inserting her combination. She grabbed her work bag and took it with her into the bathroom, changing into her regular clothes. 

        She put on a black and red fit-and-flare dress with her nude stockings and black gloves. She grabbed her black hand-purse, throwing her work clothes into her work bag. She undid her hair’s bun and brushed her hair out, letting it hang off her shoulders as she put on a black headband with a bow on top in her hair. 

        She exited the bathroom, putting her work bag back into her locker and shutting it, then exiting the diner out back, walking down the streets.

        The streets had an occasional stranger walking down, giving her a weird look at her old 1950’s outfits, but others have seen her enough to know it was her style by now. 

        She held her purse and walked down the streets, before taking a turn down a dark alley. 

        It stunk of trash and the air was humid, but that was normal in every overpopulated city. Thank god this city wasn’t a night-life one at least, how troublesome it would be for her work.

        A stumbling man appeared in view, leaning on the brick walls of a building, taking a few wary steps before stopping again. He looked absolutely shit-faced, with a fire red face and dilated pupils; drunk and lethargic. 

        “Do you need any help, sir?” (Y/N) questioned, her transatlantic accent she gained from growing up watching too many movies of the 1930’s shined through.

        “I-I need… "urgh…” the male groaned, tipsy before collapsing to his feet, trying to hold his stomach in.

        “Oh, pardon me.” (Y/N) smiled, walking closer without fear as her black Mary Jane’s hit the ground.

        He probably thought he traveled back in time as he looked at her, confused at the blurry figure approaching.

        “Now, sir. Public intoxication is very bad, you know? You can be charged!” (Y/N) scolded, a playful tone in her voice as she crept closer, before coming up behind him.

        She fished a black lipstick container out of her purse, popping open the lid to show a black tube with a small green and red button.

        “Allow me to help you.” She smiled, pressing the tube to the back of his neck, before holding down the red button, allowing blue sparks to buzz through the air, shocking him.

        He convulsed, drool flooding out of his mouth as he yelped, before a flood of vomit followed.

        “There you go!” (Y/N) cheered supportingly as he kept the stun gun to his neck.

        She removed the tube, watching him fall to the ground, disoriented and confused.

        “See, sir. The problem there is your stomach was empty. You don’t ever drink on a empty stomach, no wonder you’re ill!” (Y/N) smiled. “A proper man could hold their liquor at the very least.”  

        Then again, this modern day and age doesn't know a thing about chivalry unless it's to get under a woman's dress... (Y/N) thought, frowning.

        "Now, let's see." (Y/N) hummed, crouching down beside the drunken male lying in his own vomit. 

        She picked his head up by his hair, yanking it back roughly. "A 4 o' clock shadow that's stubbly. Dilated pupils. Nauseating scent. You must not take good care of your liver considering your performance of drinking tonight..." She frowned, sighing. "It must not hold much value, but something is better than nothing..."

        She threw his head back into his bile, reaching into her gloved hand into purse and putting away her lipstick stun gun, replacing it with a 1930's Remington Rh36 hunting knife. She picked the disoriented man's head up, placing the knife under his throat, before making a jagged line around his neck.

        "It's a good thing I wore my black pair today!" (Y/N) chirped, referring to her gloves as she dropped the man's head, sitting down on his back so he couldn't get up and fight.

        She watched him squirm under her, warm crimson puddling under her as she counted, "99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall." She smiled, looking down at him. "Oh, good sir. Where is your spirit? Sing with me!"

        She grabbed his chin, pressing her thumb on his bottom lip and pressing down as blood spurted out of his mouth. "98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around——how many do we have?" (Y/N) smiled, pressing down on the now dead man's lips. "97!" she chirped, putting on a high-pitched voice. "Good job! 97!" she smiled, letting go of his chin. 

        She stood up, smoothing down her dress and stepping off the man's back. She grabbed her dirty knife, wiping the blade on the man's clothes. 

        She placed the knife down into her purse, pulling out a neatly folded black trash bag. She unfolded the bag and opened it, shoving the man's head in first (careful to avoid the pile of vomit), before bending his body awkwardly, a crack playing out somewhere in his legs as she forced him into the bag, tying it up.

        "Citizen's trash duty: completed." She smiled, picking up the trash bag handles and pulling it down the alley with her. 

        (Y/N) dragged it with her, taking a shortcut down the alleyway and walking a few blocks until she got to the back of her apartment complex.

        (Y/N) dragged the body bag up the fire escape stairs, careful not to tip backwards as the dead man’s head ‘thunked’ against the metal stairs over and over. 

        Upon reaching the top of the stairwell, she grabbed a spare key she copied stealing the owner’s once, grabbing the copy from her purse and unlocked the door. 

        She dragged the body inside the halls, taking the body up the stairs since every lazy piece of modern trash around here used the elevators.

        She took the body with her down her hallway, fishing for her front door’s key inside of her purse, before pausing as the neighbor’s door next to her opened.

        A man stepped out, pale skin akin to snow and eyes fresh like the Iceland hills. There were bags under his eyes, tired as he yawned, wearing a red shirt as his uniform for his job as a gas station attendant. 

        Andrew Graves; a recluse of a man, if even a person. Andrew doesn’t talk with (Y/N), not unless she corners him by the mailboxes and blabbers with him. 

        For some reason, the boy couldn’t fall for her charisma or even her appearance. She didn’t understand it; everyone likes her, why doesn’t he?

        Perhaps he was just one of those people with a good sixth sense, but whatever it was, it infuriated (Y/N). How was she supposed to maintain a good social image if her next door neighbor didn’t have any good words to say about her?

        How could he have any good words to say now that his eyes were widened with surprise and fear, looking down at her feet, where she looked and saw a leg hanging out of the bag, a trail of blood down the hallways.

        The bag must’ve ripped upon climbing the stairs somewhere.

        (Y/N) stared at the leg, both of them frozen in place as the complex’s AC kicked in. 

        (Y/N) quickly lunged at Andrew, shoving him back into his apartment. She drug the bag with her, entering his apartment and closing the door behind her.

        Andrew’s apartment was completely dark, an unfamiliar terrain as she felt the walls for a light switch before switching it on, illuminating the room. 

        Andrew was on the ground, silently crawling backwards, making sure to look in her direction before he froze as the light came on. 

        “Ah!” (Y/N) sighed, happy as she quickly dropped onto her knees, crawling after him like a child.

        She caught up to him quickly, especially since he hit the back of his couch, her hands pressing down on his chest as she leaned in, pushing her nose against his.

        “I found you~” she smirked.

        “What the fuck was that?” Andrew questioned, his eyes shooting behind her at the body bag.

        “A Halloween prop.” (Y/N) responded quickly.

        “It’s December.” Andrew retorted.

        “A prop for Krampus, dummy! He’s a Halloween-Christmas guy!” she smiled.

        “It’s an apartment complex! We don’t do decorations!” Andrew spoke, still scared but a bit annoyed that she took him as dumb enough to believe that.

        “Well we do now.” (Y/N) smiled.

        “I’m not dumb!” Andrew snapped. “So you’re the Manson Murderer, huh?” 

        Ah, the Manson Murderer, what a name she’s built for herself! "Manson Murderer Multilates Again!" and "Who is the Man of Manson?"

        How funny they even think it’s a man. The only reason why so many men are trialed for murder, is because nobody believes a dainty flower of a woman could stabbed a man 41 times in his chest.

        “Oh, my! What an accusation!” (Y/N) giggled, staring into his eyes as their faces were mere centimeters apart.

        “Don’t you even try lying to me…” Andrew growled, his eyes hardened as he toughened himself up in front of her.

        “Oh, have no fear, darling! I would never lie to you, you’re much too smart!” (Y/N) giggles, although she knew it was true.

        Could it be possible he never liked her because he knew something was up with her? Is this his proof to having a reason to dislike her, not just because he was an introverted loser?

        “Andrew, Andrew, Andrew…” (Y/N) muttered, clicking her tongue as her hand came up to his cheek, caressing it as he flinched at the sudden affection. “My love, why are you so scared? Don’t you know I would never hurt you? Not a man as handsome as yourself at least.” She purred.

        “See, Andrew. There are certain duties people like I must fulfill. Someone has to clean the streets up after all.” She hummed.

        “Why’d you do it?” Andrew questioned.

        “Why didn’t I?” she smiled.

        “That isn’t an answer—“ Andrew muttered, but was cut off by her.

        “Now, Andrew. You’ll keep your mouth shut, yes?” she smiled. “I would certainly hate… for you to become scum at the bottom of a dumpster after all…

        Andrew knew was she was implying. Trash for her to take out like it was a normal Monday.

        “Yes…” Andrew seethed through his teeth, not too happy about it.

        “Good!” (Y/N) smiled, taking her purse and flipping out her pocket knife.

        “W-woah, hey! Hey! I said I won’t tell!” Andrew panicked, squirming but had nowhere to run as he was still pressed against the couch. 

        “Don’t worry, darling. I’m only sealing our promise.” (Y/N) smiled, pulling up his shirt.

        Andrew froze as she placed the knife onto his right side, before a hiss escaped his lips as she impaled the skin, carving into it like leather.

        “Pardon my handwriting; mother always said I was messy.” (Y/N) smirked, smiling as the pretty blood ran down his side, matching his red shirt.

        “F-fuck!” Andrew gasped, biting down onto his lips.

        “When this mark heals, you can tell people it’s me who is the Manson Murderer.” (Y/N) smiled. “But for now, you’re mine to keep, so be a good boy and be quiet.”

        (Y/N) smiled, admiring her craftsmanship before wiping the excess blood from the knife off on Andrew’s shirt. 

        She placed her pocketknife back into her purse, before looking at her words. She stuck out a gloved finger, scooping up some of the red liquid and wiping it on her bottom lip, closing her lips and smearing it like lipstick.

        “Mwah! Red looks good on me, don’t you think?” (Y/N) smiled, looking at Andrew as his head was thrown back against the couch’s back, panting as he endured the pain.

        “F-fuck… fucking bitch.” He hissed, his eyes sharp as he looked down at her. “Gonna fucking kill you…”

        “Mm… keep talking like that…” (Y/N) purred, sitting down on her knees in between his legs, resting both her hands on his cheeks. “I like it.”

        She leaned in, kissing his lips with her bloodied ones.

        Andrew froze, shocked and helpless on what to do as he bled from his side. His neighbor, his neighbor who was a murderer, was kissing him right now.

        One of her hands traveled down to his jaw, before guiding down to his chest sensually, reaching his stomach. Her lips moved against his closed ones, enjoying the power she had over him.

        Her hand went to his side, her thumb pressing down onto his wound, causing him to yelp and open his mouth. She quickly dove her tongue into Andrew’s mouth, his cheeks puffing out as her tongue hit them, exploring the taste of his mouth and blood.

        “Ah, you taste good…” (Y/N) muttered against his lips. “It’s too bad your heart isn’t on the market, I’d love to own it…” (Y/N) smiled.

        Andrew couldn’t look further into her words as she kissed him again. He couldn’t taste anything except rust, and was that a hint of strawberry? Strawberry lipgloss perhaps? She did wear red lipgloss just like every other 1950’s girl did, just like her preferred timeline. Lipgloss so it wasn’t too showy, but still shined and was appropriate for every outfit.

        Her tongue parted from his mouth, leaving him breathless (from her lips or from his wound, he wasn’t sure) as a string of saliva connected the two.

        “I’ll teach you how to reciprocate later on. It makes it far more enjoyable, you know?” (Y/N) giggles, watching as Andrew’s face went pink.

        It felt hot in here even though the AC was on, signaling to (Y/N) that she had to go and take care of this body before it started decomposing faster due to this heat.

        “I’ll see you real soon, Andrew… You’ll keep our promise, right?” (Y/N) spoke, tilting her head and purposely puffing out her lips in a show of innocence and seduction.

        “Mm… y-yeah. Yeah, I will…” Andrew muttered, laser-focused on her lips.

        “Be good for me now.” (Y/N) smiled, getting up off the floor. 

        Andrew watched from the floor as she walked to his front door, dragging the body bag with her as she shut the door behind her, going back to her apartment.

        He couldn’t believe this. His cute neighbor was a murderer, and he kissed her. And he liked it.

        His face was burning up, along with his body, but he didn’t know if that was his pain receptors responding to the pain or not. He was hot and sweaty, it suddenly felt too hot for his shirt and everything else, especially under his belt.

        Why the fuck did her lips have an impact on him like that? Why was it just her lips? Why did she kiss him in the first place? 

        Andrew groaned, looking down at the marking she made on him, carving him like a piece of property.

        “Mine.” The carving read.

        Fuck. He can’t go to work like this. He needs to go to the bathroom, clean up this wound and jerk one (or maybe a few) off.

        Oh, he’ll get her back for doing this to him.

Chapters: Current chapter, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4 (in the works)

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Right Where You Left Me

Pairing: Maid!Wanda x Noble Woman!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Wanda is your maid who you fall head over heels for. But like all good things, you knew it wouldn't last. You knew your life was already decided for you, but that didn't mean you couldn't enjoy your time with her while it lasts.

Warnings: This ends sadly and contains smut. Read at your own risk. Also I wrote this in two hours so there's probably grammar mistakes so pls ignore those.

You had never understood this strange feeling inside of you, the way you would cringe when you danced with a man or when he kissed your knuckles. You didn't understand why the idea of marrying a man brought feelings of dread and despair. You didn't understand how such simple actions from a man could elicit such strong emotions in a woman. And then you met Wanda.

Wanda is your recently hired maid and god is she gorgeous. She has long brown hair and eyes as green as emeralds. You tend to get lost in them quite frequently, much to Wanda's chagrin. And every time her skin touches yours it sets you ablaze, which is what's happening right now.

"Does this corset really need to be so tight?" you complain to Wanda who is helping you get dressed. It's making it really hard to control your slightly labored breathing. Wanda's presence was really doing something to you today.

"I'm sorry my lady but I'm just following your mother's orders," she says apologetically. She continues to help you get dressed and then she gets to work on your hair.

"You know you don't have to call me my lady when we're alone, Wanda. Y/n is fine," you tell her as she fixes a curl that was out of place.

"Ok Y/n," she says, trying it out. Your name sounds so good coming out of her mouth, you could listen to her say it for forever. Unfortunately you have duties to attend to today.

"Thank you for helping me," you say once Wanda announced she was finished.

"It's really no problem, Y/n. It is my job after all."

"Yes I know but it's only right for me to thank you."

Wanda smiles at this and you swear you've never seen a prettier sight.

"Have a good day, Wanda," you say as you open your bedroom door and slip out of sight.

You spent the majority of your day entertaining your parent's guest, Steve, a lord from a neighboring country. You talked with him for hours, however your heart wasn't in it. You could've cared less about what he was saying. You would've much preferred to be reading a book or talking with Wanda. And by dinnertime you were ready to rip your ears off if you had to hear another story about a battle.

"Thank you so much for accepting our invitation," your father says as everyone takes their seat.

"It really mans a lot to us that you rode all the way out here to visit us and our daughter, Y/n," your mother adds.

"The pleasure is all mine," Steve says.

"This actually brings us to an important topic, Y/n," your father says. "We, your mother and I, are hoping you would be open to courting Steve." You knew he wasn't really asking, he was telling.

"I would love to father," you say, lying straight through your teeth.

"Well that settles that. I think this calls for a toast," your father says.

The rest of your night was spent drinking and pretending to be merry, but you couldn't get out of your own head. You knew your parents wanted you to marry soon, and you had put it off for as long as possible. Now you were being set up with Steve and you felt hopeless.

Around midnight you bid your parents and Steve goodnight and headed to your room. Maybe you could cry in peace there, but when you enter you see Wanda waiting for you.

"How was your day?" Wanda asks as she helps you out of your dress.

"Honestly it was horrible. I had to spend the whole day with Steve," you say, your face wrinkling up in disgust.

"He can't be that bad."

"He's not bad...he's just not interesting," you say carefully choosing your words.

"Well men never are," Wanda says. She pulls off one of your many petticoats, accidently grazing your thigh. You let out a low moan and you hope Wanda didn't notice. You don't think she did because she finishes taking it off and sets it off to the side.

"Oh?" you ask. You can't tell if Wanda is giving you a sign or not. Or maybe you're just reading into things.

"Well you know how men are. They just talk about hunting or battles or money. It's all very boring."

"Oh yes of course," you say agreeing with her. Wanda continues to undress you, but your thoughts are still plagued by the awful news you got at dinner today.

"You know my parents wish for me to court and probably marry him and I don't know if I can do it," you blurt out. You hadn't meant for that to come out, but you just feel so safe in Wanda's presence. Despite the short amount of time you've known her, you've grown close to her. At least as close as you've ever been to a person.

"Why not? It's not like there's someone else and Steve could give you a life of luxury." Wanda unties your tight corset and lets it drop off your body.

You think carefully before letting your greatest secret slip. "I don't think I could ever love him, Wanda. Not the way I love you." At this Wanda's hands still and drop to her side.

"Y/n are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm in love with you Wanda Maximoff. I know it's wrong and we barely know each other and my parent's would never approve but I can't help how my heart feels."

"Do you really mean that?"

"I mean every word Wanda."

"I'm in love with you too Y/n. I have been since I first started working for you," she admits.

You carefully turn around and plant a soft kiss on Wanda's lips. She tastes like strawberries and you can't get enough.

Wanda pushes her body as close to you as possible, slowly walking the two of you backwards until your body hits a wall. Your thighs open up to make more room for Wanda to position herself between them.

Wanda's lips move from your own to your neck, making you arch your back.

"Please Wanda."

"What do you want baby?"

"I want you to touch me please," you beg.

Wanda obliges and slowly moves her hand down your breasts, fondling them through your undergarments for a minute. You thrust your hips up against her, getting impatient.

"You're just so needy for me aren't you baby?"

"Mhm I just want you so bad Wanda please," you mewl.

Wanda's hand moves to cup your mound and one of her knuckles lightly grazes your clit.

"Is this what you wanted? You want me to touch you right here?"

"Yes Wanda," you breath out. Your loins were on fire and only she could extinguish it.

Wanda slowly rubs her fingers against you and it takes everything in you not to cum then and there. You never thought this would happen, and now that it is you didn't want it to end.

"Let go for me baby. I'll still be here," she says. Her fingers start to move faster against you and it breaks your resolve. You cum in your underwear, moaning like a mad woman.

As you come down, you see Wanda staring at you.

"What?" you ask.

"You just look so beautiful doing that I want to see it again."

This time Wanda gets on her knees between your thighs and slowly pulls your underwear off. She can clearly see your arousal and it turns her on, making her let out a low moan. She lifts your left leg up over her shoulder and dives in.

The wet slurping sounds are unholy but they only turns you on more. Your hands grab onto Wanda's hair and you pull her closer to your heat. Her nose bumps against your clit and your hips thrust against her.

"Right there Wands," you moan out. The brunette woman continues to lick and suck your clit until you finish all over her face.

Wanda slowly works her way up your body, leaving kisses all over your stomach and chest. She makes her way up to your mouth and leaves a soft kiss there.

You gaze into her eyes and see nothing but love and admiration. It makes your heart melt.

"Let me return the favor," you tell her. You swap places with her and gently take off her clothes. Saying she's gorgeous is an understatement. She looks like an angel.

You kiss her as you start to fondle her pussy, messing around to see what she likes. You can feel her moan against your lips and it gives you a surge of pride knowing you're the one making her moan.

You dip one finger into her entrance and you feel her buck her hips against you. Clearly you had a much stronger affect on her than you thought. Her wetness coats your hand.

You thrust your finger inside of her, watching her writhe in ecstasy. It was a sight you knew you would never get sick of. You add another finger and watch as her head rolls back in pleasure. Soon she is cumming and you continue to fuck her through it.

Once she's calmed down you take your fingers out and lick her arousal off of them. She tastes so good, and you tell her as much.

The two of you spend the rest of the night in each other's embrace, enjoying your time together.

You wake up and you think it was all a dream before you look next to you and see a brown mop of hair sleeping next to you. She looks so pretty and peaceful when she sleeps, but you have to wake her up.

"Wanda. Baby. Wake up," you say as you gently shake her.

"Good morning honey," she says.

"Good morning," you say. You lean down and place a kiss on her lips.

'We have to get up y'know," you say as her lips move against yours.

"Just give me one more minute," she says. She continues to kiss you until you can't breathe anymore and you have to pull away.

"Now we really have to get up and get ready," you say.

"Fine," Wanda grumbles.

You each help the other dress and look presentable.

Today you were supposed to hang out with Steve again. The only thing that made that even bearable was the thought of going to bed with Wanda by your side.

"I'll see you tonight," you say as you cradle her face in your hands. You place a passionate kiss against her lips before walking out.

You spend the next couple of weeks like this. You spent your days with a man you hate and your nights with the woman you love, the woman who owns your heart.

"You know we could run away together. We could live in that abandoned cottage near the woods and have a garden and never have a worry again," Wanda says one night. The two of you are cuddling in your bed.

Deep down a part of you knew it was nothing but a dream, but the thought of living with Wanda made your heart soar.

"I want nothing more," you say, never truly thinking Wanda was serious. You lean in and capture her lips with yours.

That night you fall asleep with a pit in your stomach. You still needed to tell Wanda about the now official wedding plans (well your mother was planning a wedding but Steve hadn't proposed yet. You knew it would be soon though), but you would rather live in delusion than end this. And that is what you did, at least until Wanda comes storming into your room a few days later.

"What is this I hear about a wedding between you and Steve?" Wanda questions.

You were currently brushing your hair at your vanity, but you set the brush down when she stormed in.

"There's nothing official but word is he plans on proposing soon and my mother is planning a wedding even though there isn't one yet."

"And you weren't going to tell me?" Wanda asks. You can see the pain and anger on her face and it makes your heart break.

"I was going to eventually Wands. I just couldn't. I couldn't ruin what we have just yet."

"Are you going to deny him Y/n?"

"I-I don't know. I don't know if I can."

"Of course you can Y/n. You have a choice here."

"I don't think I do Wanda."

"Please Y/n," she begs. She begs you to choose her, but you can't let your delusion cloud your judgement anymore.

"I'm sorry Wanda, but we should've known this would never work," you say. You can feel your perfectly applied makeup start to run down your face, but you don't care. You look how you feel, a mess.

"Why wouldn't this work?" You can hear the pain and desperation in her voice.

"Because..." you trail off. You don't want to give her the real reason. You're afraid. Afraid of your family, the townspeople, and a life full of unknowns. You knew that going with her to the cottage the two of you had always talked about would mean giving up everything you have ever known and loved.

"I'm sorry Wanda but I can't leave them and I can't disappoint them." She knew you were talking about your parents.

"You always complain about them controlling you, y/n and you're letting them do it now. Is your happiness really worth their happiness?"

You nod and that is all the confirmation Wanda needs to realize her life was about to fall apart. She was about to lose the love of her life and there was nothing she could do about it.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Wanda," you say. You fall to the ground in a heap of petticoats and skirts. Wanda moves to comfort you, but she knew that would only make this harder.

"I'm sorry too Y/n," Wanda says. She leaves your chamber and you sob harder. You knew you brought this upon yourself, but that didn't make you feel any better.

The next morning a new maid walks in, telling you Wanda had quit last night. From that day on all of your days blurred together. Time was pointless without her. Living was pointless without her.

Exactly two weeks after you had ended things with Wanda, Steve proposed. You don't even remember saying yes, but you must have because you now have a huge, shiny ring on your finger.

You expected Wanda to come to you after the news of your engagement made it's way through the kingdom, but she never showed.

Maybe if she had came back for you things would be different. Or maybe if you had ran away with her you wouldn't be where you are now. But you had backed yourself into this corner and there was no getting out.

Your dress is beautiful. It's big and poufy and white. But the person at the end of the aisle isn't who you want to see. Instead of emerald eyes you see cerulean. Instead of a smooth face with delicate features you see a rough face with harsh lines. He's all wrong, he's not her. But you made your choice. Your parents and their wishes come first. Maybe in another life you could chase your happiness, but in this one you were chasing theirs.

After the wedding you resided yourself to a life you hated with a man you loathed, even though you knew it wasn't his fault. If only you could feel the same way about Steve that would make life so much easier. But no matter how much you tried to love him you were still repulsed when his lips touched yours or when you laid in bed side by side.

Sometimes you couldn't stop the sobs that would fall at night, knowing you had made a mistake with marrying him. You should've ran away with Wanda, but now it was too late. You had kids to take care of and an estate to run.

Despite that you let yourself dream about the woman you left all those years ago, the woman you still loved. You hoped Wanda had lived a life far more happier life than yours. You hoped Wanda had moved on and found someone else. You hoped Wanda and new her lover lived in the cottage that was meant to be yours's and had a plentiful garden and never wanted for a thing.

However Wanda's reality was much sadder than what you had wanted for her. Wanda spent her days at the cottage by herself, over come with grief. She never moved on. She spent her days gardening, reading, and crying. Everyday she hoped her lover would come back to her. She never did.

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followed by december

pairings: oscar p. x f!reader

summary: after a winter night in december, you had a soul goal to find the boy that had your heart soaring at first glance. That was until your best friend introduced him as her boyfriend.

disclaimer: heavily inspired by 'One Day in December' Josie Silver

warning: angst, falling in love at first sight, part two

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Finals week had to be your end of existence. It currently held you in the library near midnight like most of the other students, praying to just end the class on a C. Although, right now a D sounded nice. Finishing up the last bits of your flashcards, already setting up your alarm for the following morning to give you enough time to review one last time before you started to pack up. 

The quiet environment of the library always had you held within, admiring how silent a habitat can be. You frequently visited the location seeing as not many were interested in studying unless there was a test that week but with finals week, it had the library being the loudest it's ever been. Not like a rager or anything, but like a coffee shop type of loud. The constant chatter of study groups, shuffling paper, scraping of the chairs, and keyboard clinking feet away did send a headache over time but you learned to deal with it after your sophomore year. 

Right now, you dreaded the idea of having to walk out of the library building to reach your apartment on a cold winter night. But either way, you slung your bag onto your shoulder and began walking out. As you passed the front reception, you took a singular glance at the lady flashing a warm smile but before you could turn back, your body found itself colliding with another almost losing balance of your footing. 

“Crap, I’m sorry” a soft voice, almost raspy apologized. You looked in front of you to see an unfamiliar face. He had short dark brown hair that was messed with the wind of the winter. His pale skin now held a red tint on his nose and cheeks. His dark eyes looked frantically around your figure trying to gather that you were physically okay but the second his eyes found yours they seemed to also stall. 

You hated the idea and fantasy of ‘love at first sight’ but the way your feet were planted, facing him it didn’t seem like such a bizarre thing. Your lips parted to say something, anything you could muster but a buzz in your back pocket pulled you away from whatever trance you were held in. 

‘Where the hell are you? Your mom called me, says it's an emergency’ your roommate texted and before you said anything else, you dashed out the door only sparing another small glance at the boy you swore you would never see again. It was a huge campus after all. 

The walk to your apartment was only a five-minute speed walk (which you very much intended on doing). You arrived in 3, frightened about what happened thinking the worst happened by her desperation to call near midnight. As the phone rang, your hand ran through your frizzy hair trying to fix the mess the wind made. 

“What happened?” you immediately asked the second you heard the phone pick up. Instead of the sounds of sobbing you thought you would hear, the sound of cheering came on and your face contorted into confusion. 

“Your sister is getting married! Isn’t that amazing?” Your mom exclaimed. You wanted to glare through the phone. 

“And why is that an emergency?” you asked now growing annoyed. You weren’t surprised though, your mom tended to do these things. You swore the day that an actual emergency, you wouldn’t believe her. The boy who cried wolf and all. 

“You weren’t answering your phone so I had to get your attention somehow” she huffed, not believing you weren’t as excited as she was. You were, you were just too tired to express anything but annoyance at the moment. Finally, your mom must have realized how absurd it was to call during this time telling you, “Make sure to come home safe so we can talk more about this”

“Yeah, okay goodnight” You pressed the red button and groaned. Your roommate now looked confused as to why you looked angry about asking but instead, you interrupted. “I bumped into someone”

Now interest sparked in her eyes urging you to continue. It was rare to find you so entranced in someone, especially someone you just saw and knew nothing about. Martha, your only friend and roommate believed in the whole ‘love at first sight’ so immediately you knew her mind was racing. 

“But your text interrupted before anything could happen” Her frown quickly spreaded, mirroring your own. 

“So no name, number, anything?” her voice of desperation grew but your shake of the head made her wince. She rubbed your back to give some sort of comfort but it only gave you reason to feel worse.  “I’m sure you’ll find him again. Soulmates are a thing, you know?”

March

“No name, number, anything?” Now was your sister the one asking, sounding just like Martha after having just explained anything. Unlike your friend Martha, she didn’t believe in the first-love scenario so she could partially not care any less about it but with your pathetic desperation voice, it made her feel a tad bit sad for you. 

It was spring break and you decided to visit your parents once again to help organize the wedding. And while you weren’t trying to make it about yourself the whole asking how it's been got you rambling. 

“There's still a chance she might find him,” Martha said, trying to encourage you as she typed away probably texting one of her many ‘acquaintances’. Your sister rolled her eyes, 

“It's been months, on the real note: give up” your sister bluntly stated. You thought about her words for a couple of moments, as your leg bounced up and down until you finally decided enough was enough. 

“Yeah you’re right” you sighed and your sister nodded along Martha sprung but before she could say anything more to feed your delusions, your sister glared at her and with that, she backed off. “I need to focus on school anyway”

“You sound like Oscar,” Martha said, flopping back onto the couch and you gave her a confused look not knowing the slightest who she was talking about. “I’ve been talking to him. Super nice dude, I think I actually like him” 

“What happened to ‘staying a bachelor throughout college’?” you asked, the exact phrase she said as one of the first things she said to you. 

“A girl has to settle down at some point, no?” 

“You though? You have your standards soaring greater than the sky”

“Had” she corrected. “You should meet him, I think you’ll like him” 

You just shrugged realizing your sister must have left mid-conversation as she no longer stood in front of the two of you, probably exhausted by the college talk. 

December

“I promise you’ll love him,” Martha said as you two were about to finish getting ready for your sisters' wedding. Martha and Oscar (who you have yet to meet) have been going out for the past 5 months and she had been talking so brightly about him every night she would come back. It's a surprise you haven’t found him the morning after. 

Her past guys made it terribly awkward. 

“He should be at the altar when it begins” Her excited smile made your own curve upwards, happy she found someone who could make her so smitten. “But be completely honest with me when you meet him. Tell me all the red flags” 

“I’m sure he's fine,” you said, finishing up your own makeup. 

“Fine is no good” she reminded you. Pointing her finger at you, suddenly appearing stressed to you so you held her by the shoulders making her take a deep breath. 

“I’m sure he's amazing then” Your comforting smile definitely made her feel all the better. 

The reception was perfect, just like your sister wanted it to be and the second pictures were done you turned to Martha and realized she no longer stood by you. That's fine, you thought all though right now you really needed an excuse to get out of the exhausting conversations wondering when you’ll get married. 

As if your guardian angel heard you, you felt a tap on your shoulder and heard the familiar sound of Marthas voice make you turn around about to rant to her about the conversations before your eyes finally landed on the same pair of brown eyes that once had your heart souring by the simple thought of. 

No. This can’t be possible. 

“This is Oscar. Oscar this is y/n” his eyes seemed to widen for a second before his smile covered. You couldn’t help but wonder if he also remembers you. 

Your lips parted, knowing you needed to seem normal. This is fine. You’re fine. 

But your smile covered whatever shock showed and his soft smile almost made you want to dissipate. 

“It's so nice to meet you” you were the first to say, reaching out your hand for him to shake, and although it only lasted a second, shock waves ran through you. You took a glance at your friend, seeing her excitement between the two of you and you could feel your own heart ache at the sight. 

Martha tried sharing similar interests between the two of you but you found yourself spacing out most of the time. Out of everyone in this world, he had to be the one that caught your attention at first glance, you felt disgusted by yourself, having to excuse yourself away just to get some fresh air. 

With your chest feeling as if it were tightening, you tried anything to get more air running through you. It was ridiculous, you barely knew Oscar yet you felt as if you knew him all your life. But he wasn’t yours, he never was. He was with your friend, and you’d have to accept that. 

“y/n?”

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Love In The Dark // Ch. 1

Mature Content 18+

Summary: Iris never realized how much she truly depended on her eyesight until it was gone. But it never really stopped her, just another hurdle to jump over in life. Depending on people was never something she got used to, she still attempts to do things herself. Eventually, her roommate and best friend let's her down, but a tall, sandy brown haired aviator catches her.

Rooster x Blind!OC

Warnings: Being stranded, yelling, if I miss any let me know.

Word Count: 2.8k

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The Hard Deck was a place where you could find all kinds of people. Pilots and civilians dancing around each other in the crowd attempting to keep their drinks upright. Penny loved her bar and she loved seeing fresh faces as well "What can I get you ladies?" She asked as she wiped the bar down. "I'll take a water, please?" The girl who crawled into the bar stool smiled at her and she returned it. She took notice how her tall blonde friend held her arm. "I'll take a tequila shot and a tequila sunrise." Penny nodded and turned to make the drinks. "You're driving." Mandi looked down at her friend in the barstool. "Oh calm down. Iris I'll be fine." That's what she said last time and Iris had to call an uber and fight her to get in it. "Here you are girls." Mandi slid the water to Iris until it barely bumped her hand. Iris drank smoothly as Mandi wandered off into the crowd. "What time do you wanna go home?" Iris asked to nobody. Iris didn't really want to be here. But Mandi mentioned how long it's been since they went out together and she felt bad and agreed. The only problem was, to Mandi, her nine o'clock is midnight. “Why don't you get up and mingle?" Penny asked. Iris turned to face her and Penny took notice of how the young woman's eyes never met hers.

"Oh, I'm fine here." Iris said. Mandi stood against the wall staring out at the sea of officers, as if she was a predator searching for her next prey. She clocked a tall blonde with a million dollar smile with a bunch of other officers at a pool table. She stared at him and as if he sensed her, he met her eye and she gave him a dazzling smile of her own, casting her eyes down to her drink feigning shyness. Jake watched her closely and as soon as her drink was gone, he made his move. He walked ever, head held high, shoulders back and she leaned back against the wall. "Hi," he greeted. Southern accent prominent. "Hi Cowboy." He placed his hand on the wall next to her head. "What's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" She bit her lip as she stirred her drink. "Just came out with my roommate." He raised a brow. "Doesn't explain why you're alone." She giggled at him, leaning closer. "I just had to step away from my roommate. She's what you could call co-dependent." He hummed. "So she's annoying." He deadpanned and Mandi shrugged. "Sometimes." He reached out taking her glass from her. "Let me buy you a drink?" She raised a brow at him. "I don't even know your name sailor." She saw his name badge. but she didn't have to let him know that. "Lieutenant Jake Seresin ma'am, and I'm an aviator." She raised her brows as he took her hand and tucked it in his elbows. "Wow, so you fly those really fast jets?" Mandi knew stroking his ego would land him right in the palm of her hand. "Yes. Yes I do." 

Penny raised a brow as the duo approached the bar. "Hello Penny dear.” She just smiled at him. "Bagman." She replied. Normally the name would bother him, but he had a gut feeling he knew how his evening would end, so he was unbothered. "Another drink for the lady." She nodded and took the glass. "Another water, dear?" She asked as she passed Iris. "Oh, no thank you." Anymore and she'd have to get up to go to the bathroom, and attempting to navigate the crowd was a task she wasn't up for. Mandi looked over at her roommate, Iris looked bored out of her mind, drawing shapes in the water that pooled on the bar top. Mandi thought she should probably check in with her, but she didn't want to step away from Jake. "Here you go.” Penny said as she slid the drink towards her. "Thanks Pen." He said. "No problem, Hangman." With that Jake led her towards his friends. Hours went by. Hours of teaching Mandi to play pool, her ass pressed flush against his crotch as he leaned over her. Making out in the shadows until he finally asked. "Come home with me?" she grinned and kissed him again. "I was starting to think you'd never ask." With that he paid their tabs and she met him at the door. Iris was bored and tired. Mandi hasn't checked in with her and she was ready to leave. 

"Excuse me? Penny?" The woman handed off the drink and turned to the girl. "What's up?" She asked. "Could you tell me what time it is?" Penny furrowed her brows at the girl. She looked at the clock behind her and back to Iris. "It's one a.m. We have thirty minutes till last call." Iris sighed. "Hey Penny!" A male voice startled Iris. "Oh, sorry. "Rooster said, looking down at the girl. "Ready to close?" Penny asked him. "I lost a game of pool to Phoenix so I have to pay hers too." She nodded and took his card. "Were you gonna ask me something else?" She asked as she ran Roosters card. "Um, have you seen my friend?" Penny looked to Rooster, a look of concern on her face. "Last I saw her, one of the aviators bought her a drink." Penny noticed Iris's eyes get glassy. "How many did Mandi have?" Penny felt bad, realizing she put the poor girl in a situation. "The one she bought and Hangman bought her five more." A tear of stress slipped down her cheek, she did not want to deal with a drunk Mandi. "Dammit." Iris muttered. "She was supposed to drive home. Now I have to get us a damn uber." Iris turned in the barstool. "Your friend Mandi? Is she tall? Blonde?" Truth be told, Iris has never seen Mandi to give a description but she does know she's tall and blonde. "Yeah." Rooster looked down at the girl whose eyes were glued to his sternum. "She left with my friend." He said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What?" The worry in her voice caused his chest to ache. "How long ago?"

Mandi has done some shitty things but this was a new low. "About an hour and a half ago.” Iris huffed, pulling her phone out of her pocket and practically slamming it on the bar. Penny looked down at it just as a drunk patron came over. "PHONE ON THE BAR!" He yelled, "Penny! Ring the bell!" She glared at the man. "No. I'll be with you in just a minute." Iris turned to the man next to her before turning back to Penny. "What's he talking about?" Penny sighed. "We have a rule here. Disrespect a lady, the navy or put your phone on my bar, you buy a round.” Iris’ face fell as well as her gut. "I-I-I don't I didn't-" "I'm not gonna make you buy a round." She interrupted the stuttering girl. "Thank you." Iris pulled out a small wallet. "How much was Mandi's tab?" Penny shook her head. "Hangman already paid it." Iris let out a breath of relief. "At least one thing went right tonight." She stood from the bar stool, legs tingling from falling asleep. "I'm sorry. You were drinking water, so I assumed you were the DD." Iris shook her head.

"It's okay. You didn't know. I just don't drive." The Hard Deck was packed, bodies everywhere and Iris knew that. "Thanks for your help." She said to both of them before walking away. Penny and Rooster watched as she walked, keeping her hand out just enough to graze the barstools. She was going at a slow pace but just as she turned for the door she bumped into a guy. "Watch where the fuck you're going! Can you not see?" As if she was unfazed, Iris stepped around him, following a group of girls out the door. "Roaster? Will you go check on her? Something feels off about all of this." He nodded to Penny. "Just wait with her till she gets in her uber?" He shook his head, eyes never leaving the doors. "I'll give her a ride." Penny smiled at him." Thank you. Be careful." He left with an 'I will.’ and headed out the doors. 

Iris managed to press her back against the building. She dragged her finger along her phone screen until she found her uber app. Opening it she attempted to order a ride but she was so upset that she kept missing the button. "Hey, need a ride?" She turned around when she heard the same voice from inside the bar. "Uh no. I'll get home on my own." She said, turning back around. Rooster watched as she looked down at her phone, muttering something before she groaned. He took a few steps forward and noticed her tense up. "Seriously, let me give you a ride. Your roommate shouldn't have just left you here, and I feel kind of bad since she did leave with my friend." She thought about it, remembering that Penny addressed him as Rooster. "Promise you'll take me home?" She was nervous, and he could tell, so he offered her a smile. "Nowhere else but your front door." She sighed and shoved her phone in her pocket. "Okay, Rooster. I'll let you drive me home." Rooster just grinned and nodded, finally getting a good look at her beautiful eyes as she faced him. "Awesome. Follow me." 

He turned towards the Bronco, starting across the lot when he noticed she wasn't following. "Hey, my trucks this way." He said, and she slowly held out her hand. "Help me?" She asked. He furrowed his brows and walked closer, taking her small hand in his. "Sure. You okay?" She nodded and he led her over to the Bronco but he stopped when she saw her reach her hand out ahead of her, as if searching for the Bronco. "Hey, woah." He caught her as she almost tripped on a rock. "Sorry." She said, standing up straight. He let her go and watched her head swing around, as if looking for him when he's standing right in front of her. "Hey." She immediately faced him. "Can you not see?" He asked, keeping his tone gentle, not wanting her to assume he was making fun of her. "Um, no. I'm blind." Her voice was shaky. "Okay. Well let's get you in the truck and I'll get you home." She seemed relaxed by his reaction which made him smile down at her.

Even though she was glad Rooster reacted the way she did, she still sat against the passenger side door. Rooster just let the radio play until they pulled into the driveway of the address she gave him. "Okay, we're here. Stay there and I'll help you out.” She huffed. "I don't need help." She muttered and unbuckled. She pushed the door open and stepped onto the running board. "Here" Bradley held out his hand and she took it, feeling uneasy. "Thank you." She said, "I'll walk you to the door if you're okay with it." She nodded and he followed her to the door watching as she expertly unlocked the front door and sauntered in. "Thank you for the ride. Um, would you like something to drink?" She was looking at him and he finally got a good look at her. She was pretty, in a way that drew him in like a siren song. "Sure water is fine." She nodded and turned. Rooster worried she'd bump into a wall or even the furniture but she maneuvered around it all with a grace he's never seen. "You can have a seat on the couch if you want." He sat on the soft gray sectional and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans. When she came back she tucked her foot under herself as she sat. "So, what questions do you have?" 

His eyes widened as he looked at her. "I- I don't have any questions." She gave him a look as if to say, ‘Yeaḥ right’. “I can answer any question you have. It doesn't bother me." She gave him a soft smile, almost encouraging him to ask questions. "Um, were you born blind?” Her smile grew and she giggled. "No. I went blind when I was seventeen." He raised his brows in surprise. "How?" He asked. "Meningitis. It was bad to say the least I nearly died." He stared at her. "When I started to get better, I noticed my eyesight worsening. Doctors said my ocular nerves were damaged beyond repair and we would have to wait and see how bad the damage would be." She seemed almost nonchalant about it. "Did they expect you to go totally blind?" She shook her head. "No, they actually said my chances for total blindness were slim. They expected some form of blindness but one day it was just gone." Bradley stared down at the water bottle resting against his leg. "Is it total darkness?" She nodded." "I can't even perceive light." Bradley felt a heaviness in the air and he didn't know what to say. 

"Sorry.” Iris started "That took a dark turn." Iris laughed and Rooster bit his lip. "You can laugh if you found it funny." He chuckled a little. "I didn't mean to put a damper on the mood." Bradley quickly shook his head. "No. You didn't." She smiled at him, leaning her head to rest on the back of the couch "Going blind isn't a light topic, Rooster. It's normal to feel sad." He watched as her eyelids slowly closed and struggled to open again. "It's late, I should get home." She hummed and nodded. "I'll walk you out." She trailed behind him slowly. He opened the door and she held the handle as he stepped out. He looked at her as she stood there. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" She chuckled at him. "Rooster, I've been blind for almost thirteen years, and I know my way around the house." He held his hands up in defense ‘Okay, don't question the blind woman.’ he thought. “Good night Iris." She gave him a smile. "Good night, Rooster." After a second she closed the door and locked it. A moment later she heard his footsteps descending the stairs. She was surprised. He waited till he heard the door lock.

The next morning Iris awoke feeling completely exhausted. She dragged herself downstairs, seeking the warmth of a coffee mug. Once her mug was full she grabbed the milk and sugar, pouring just a little of each into it. As she took her first sip, the front door opened. "Mandi?" She called out. Mandi walked into the house, heels in hand, hair in a messy bun and no bra because she couldn't find it when she got out of Jake's bed. She groaned and rolled her eyes when she heard Iris's voice. "What?" She barked. Iris clenched her teeth and inhaled through her nose and out through her mouth. "Just making sure it was you." Iris leaned on the wall next to the kitchen. "Who else would it fucking be?" Iris felt her eye twitch in frustration. "Anyone who can pick a lock. What the hell is your problem?" She asked and Mandi Iooked at her incredulously. "My problem? I have a hangover from hell!" Iris didn't react to her yelling. Mandi was a raging bitch when she didn't feel good. "Well that's not my fault. So don't yell at me. Also, while I have you here, what the fuck was up with leaving me stranded at the bar last night?!"

Mandi rolled her eyes knowing Iris couldn't see. "Oh calm down. You made it home alive didn't you?" Then Mandi furrowed her brows. "How did you get home?" Iris scoffed. "One of your fuck buddies friends brought me home." Mandi's brows raised "Which one?" "Rooster" Iris blurted. Mandi remembered him. Him and Jake argued a bit. "Ooh, he's hot." Inis rolled her own eyes this time, not caring that Mandi saw. "I wouldn't know anything about that. But he is very sweet and very kind to bring me home after your stunt. You've done shitty things before Mandi. But this was the worst." Mandi just wanted to sleep but she knew Iris wouldn't drop it. "I don't see the problem!" Iris was baffled. "The problem is you abandoned me in a place I've never been before even if I was sighted, it's a shit thing to do!" Mandi threw her hands up. "I'm too hungover for this shit." Iris scowled at her. "Just walk away like you do every other conversation Mandi!" Mandi slammed the door to her room, making Iris flinch.

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[furious-haste-of-malice]

❝ "You may have me," Melyanna promised him then, "but you will be mine in return." ❞

⊱ Prompt: Mind control, aphrodisiacs ⊱ Pairing: Melian x Thingol ⊱ Synopsis: Elwë chances upon an Aini in the forest and soon finds himself under her spell. Or: Melyanna's more-or-less accidental acquisition of a pet/lover/husband ⊱ Featuring: Eldritch Ainur, the effects of magic songs on the minds of incarnates, slight femdom, lady topping, light biting ⊱ Warnings: Creative liberties taken with canon, dub-con (he very much wants her, but he's also under a spell), the prompts

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: The (technically) last one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December. I messed up the posting order a bit at the end, but hey, it's all here now. Well almost; I am planning to write an "extra episode", so stay tuned for that!

I'm using the Quenyan names in this because Thingol was known and referred to as Elwë at this point in time and I thought that Melian, given how Ainur are omnilingual, would "match his language settings" by introducing herself with her Quenyan name as well.

He was frozen in place, not knowing if it was him who stood still or time itself. The very air seemed to thrum with a strange, ancient spell that neither he nor the forest could escape from, woven into the very fabric of reality. 

Elwë had thought nothing of it when he had followed her song, assuming that perhaps a kinswoman had been lost and required his aid; enchanting though this voice was and unlike anything he had ever heard. 

The being that turned to face him appeared to be a woman indeed, but most certainly no Elf. Her body was covered by a thin dress, resembling a nightgown more than actual garment, her feet were bare and her skin a mottled, greyish-brown with patches of light cream. Stray brown feathers were in her hair and adorned her shoulders and limbs. Most striking though were her lips, full, plump and golden as if covered in honey, and her eyes, unfathomable pools of dark midnight blue. 

Elwë could not speak, and neither did she. Her head was tilted slightly to the side as she beheld him with unabashed curiosity. Whether this moment lasted mere seconds or a century, he could not tell; and at last, the mysterious being approached. 

Her feet, Elwë noticed, made no sound on the forest ground when she moved. 

The depths of her eyes were aglow with a fey light that reminded him of the strange beings he had encountered across the sea; and it dawned on him then that he had encountered an Aini. She was of lesser stature than Oromë and his peers, but in his eyes no less magnificent – nay, even as her wild, otherworldly appearance sent shivers of dread and excitement alike down his spine, he found her beautiful. 

Her lips no longer moved. She was silent like him, yet somehow Elwë could still hear her song within his mind. 

The Aini reached for him, placing her palm on his cheek. Her skin making contact with his felt like rain and lightning at the same time, gentle coolness spreading within him just as a searing shock surged through his muscles. 

Melyanna. Elwë knew her name then, her very being, felt it touch his own. Whether she had spoken to him through ósanwë or planted a seed of recognition inside his willing, curious mind, he could not tell.

Melyanna. He wanted to say her name, but his tongue would not obey him. He wanted to call out to her, but knew not why or what he would ask of her. 

"Beautiful," a voice – her voice – spoke to him then, mirroring his own thoughts, and Elwë realised that Melyanna had her own designs, knowing exactly what she wanted from him. 

Her hands began to roam his body, and she hummed softly, filling his ears and his very being with a playful, lilting melody until she became the focus of his world, the only thing he could perceive. The trees, the forest, the sky above, all seemed to blur and fade away, leaving only her. 

"You may have me," Melyanna promised him then, "but you will be mine in return." 

Yes, Elwë thought in response, forcing himself to nod even as his body began to feel heavier and heavier. How could he say no to her after all, the most wondrous and enchanting creature he had ever met? Such thoughts no longer crossed his mind, as did any sense of danger or duty. Only desire remained. 

Delighted, Melyanna played with his hair, carding her fingers through it until her talon-like nails nearly drew blood, then kissed him at last. She didn't taste like honey, as Elwë had expected, yet no less sweet; her lips tasted like nectar, dew and freshly fallen rain. 

The song weaving itself into his very being grew and swelled, as did the need to become hers. 

When Melyanna let go so he could breathe, sensing that her Elven companion had begun to faint in her grasp, Elwë fell to his knees. 

Please. 

After a moment of deliberation, she pushed him down with surprising assertiveness and strength, reminding him how easily his body could be broken beyond repair if she so chose; and still, he felt no fear. She was on top of him faster than his eyes could follow and kissed him again, hungry for more. 

Elwë wanted nothing more than to please her. In his mind, he saw his hands exploring her as she did to him, though he was too befuddled to tell if it was just a fantasy or if his body obeyed. All he knew was that each kiss felt like Melyanna was devouring him alive, and that his excitement grew with each shaking breath he took, inhaling her very essence. 

His clothes had disappeared at some point, either through some sort of spell or torn to shreds by the now-feral Aini on top of him, yet he remained blissfully ignorant of their fate. Arousal coursed through him with such potency that his erection pressed against her lower body with every movement, eliciting a pleased purr from Melyanna. She revealed herself fully to him then, proudly straddling his hips like he was a most prestigious conquest of hers, and allowed him to gaze upon her nudity with shameless lust and greed. 

Elwë reached out to touch her. Before his hand made contact with her alluring flesh, however, Melyanna grabbed his wrist and pushed it back down, letting out a warning growl. 

I yield, I yield, he thought. 

"Mine," was all she said in response, and he understood. 

He was not the one in control. 

Thus appeased, Melyanna lifted her hips and guided his leaking cock between her legs. Elwë could feel her, warm, wet and soft like soil after rainfall in summer, yet before he had time to enjoy the sensation or ponder whether an Aini's anatomy would even resemble that of an Elven woman, she sat down in one swift movement. 

For the first time since he had fallen under her spell, his voice rang out, a loud, desperate moan, and Melyanna joined him in kind. The mere idea of being inside her, of becoming one with her was incomprehensible and utterly maddening, let alone the sensation of her divine flesh clenching around his eagerly twitching length, gripping him like she intended to never let him go again. 

And still, it was not enough. Elwë wanted more. It felt as though her essence was seeping through his skin and into his blood, making him truly and wholly hers and driving him insane with desire. Never again was he going to touch another, never again was he going to long for another, even if he never saw her again. Melyanna had taken root within his heart, too deep to be torn out again. 

He was hers now. 

Sensing the intensity of his emotions, she began to nibble on his neck. Perhaps it had been intended as a calming or affectionate gesture, yet Elwë found himself moaning and writhing underneath her when her teeth broke skin and she quickly soothed his wounds with her tongue. 

It was too much. 

His climax shook him to the core, and he saw a bright, blinding light as if his fëa had gone to the Timeless Halls, whence his lover had come ages ago. 

Melyanna let out a low, guttural noise of triumph, but didn't stop riding him as he went limp underneath her. Elwë realised then that even as exhaustion gripped him in body and spirit, the fire of their passion still burned him alive, and that she would continue to have her way with him until she too was fully satisfied. 

And he wanted nothing more than to give himself to her. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Reiji Kotobuki X afab!Reader

Synopsis: At last, MC met with the oldest of the idols. Through his teasing and carefree attitude, he expressed his affection for his favorite person.

Word Count: 1,171

The [h/c]ette composer skipped through the hallway, happiness was visibly present on her face with every bounce she made in every step. Her aura contained pure bliss as it emitted from her small figure. She can't contain her excitement anymore; the determination dotting on her [e/c] eyes successfully told us her goal for tonight—to be able to find and meet the last and oldest member of Quartet Night.

After turning around the corner, [Y/n] saw the stairs and didn't hesitate to continue going up. The girl had a feeling that she will be able to meet the brunette on the stairs, after all, she seemed to coincidentally meet the other idols in every place she goes. The bright smile was still present on her face while remaining her gaze upwards.

However, her [e/c] hues soon landed on the other fedora-wearing male in the agency. His taupe-gray eyes glancing down at her petite form. His signature smile was shown on his pale face. The male was standing by the second floor of the building, his arms resting on the railings while he leaned on it.

"Hey, kiddo. Welcome back."

The smile on her face broke into a wide grin. "Rei-nii!"

"I see that Shining finally allowed you to visit us," he stated, walking over to her as the girl reached the platform.

"Uh-huh!" she nodded happily.

Reiji's face broke into a grin at the enthusiasm the young composer holds. "You're truly a shining young lady, [N/n]-chan!"

"Being a niece to Uncle Shining made me all shining as well," [Y/n] joked, playfully rolling her eyes.

The brunette laughed at her jokes, it really felt nice having the girl around. She's like a bright, small star shining beautifully in the dark, midnight sky. She had the ability to warm everyone's heart with her presence and with her song... and that's the reason he had taken a liking to her.

"The way you always shine sets my heart pounding."

[Y/n] listened closely to what the brunette was saying, an undeniable blush flushed across her cheeks. She didn't know why but her heart started to speed up as her whole body heats up. 

Soon enough, Reiji took a step forward towards her and took her hand into his. He had that same smile on his face as he lifted her knuckles to his lips, kissing it. This sudden intimate gesture sent [Y/n]'s face a hundred shades of red.

"But you could shine even more. I'll show you how. Come on."

With that said, the idol gently lets go of her hand and retreated his body back. He hung his head down, the fedora he's wearing made it impossible for the girl to see his expression. This made [Y/n] curious by his statement as she patiently waited for the male to speak further while tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"Let's enter the world of adults together," Reiji proclaimed, slowly raising his head and his gray eye that wasn't covered by his brown hair staring intently at her.

The seriousness of his voice sent a shiver down [Y/n]'s spine with her eyes wide as saucers and cheeks regaining back its red hue from earlier. She had her mouth parted agape while Reiji's words swirled inside her mind. She was speechless all right.

After examining her reaction, the brunette reverted back to his usual cheerful self and chuckled. "Sorry, sorry."

It took [Y/n] a moment before snapping back to reality. She huffed and pouted, crossing her arms childishly. "Please stop teasing me, Rei-nii. And for your information, I'm still 16 years old; I'm no adult."

Reiji only chuckled further. "I can't help it. It's really fun to tease you and you're cute when you pout~"

[Y/n]'s pout remained as she stood firm on her spot. Her arms were still crossed over her chest whilst a pink tint appeared once again on her cheeks. She was thoroughly embarrassed by Reiji's teasing and compliments. Sometimes she couldn't know what the brunette was thinking--he can be serious or joking at the same time. But nevertheless, that personality of his attracted her attention successfully.

"Jokings aside..." once the idol finally stopped his chuckles, he flashed her the widest smile he could ever muster. "You are the first and last thing on my mind each and every day, [N/n]-chan!"

Her pink blush immediately burst to a deeper shade of red at his confession. Her heart was pounding really hard against her ribcage and she swore she could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

"Let me sing a song for you, [N/n]-chan~" he winked at her.

And without waiting for her to reply, he started to sing the upbeat song she had made for him.

Reiji finished the song as his voice lingered longer through the halls. He still had the usual smile on his face while watching the girl's reaction. Surely enough, this brought her out of her trance as she responded with a smile on her own.

"How's it, [N/n]-chan?"

"It's great, Rei-nii!" she praised while throwing herself into him.

"Whoah! Careful there, kiddo~" Reiji chuckled and caught her in his embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I can hear your heartbeat, Rei-nii."

"Yeah, you're right... Heartbeat," he muttered, glancing at the fluorescent moon outside the window with a gentle smile on his lips. "Ore no yoko ni heartbeat, beat, beat~♡"

[livindedkenny]

My lonely little world

yayyy continuationnn, sorry I've been gone for a bit; my pup just passed and it was really rough :( but he's better at least! He was pretty old, a 10 year old Chihuahua. I haven't really felt like writing much, but how are you guys?

Pip stared in awe at the spot for a good minute, taking a moment to process what he had saw. 'phillip?' pip turned to see his boss looking at him with concern, 'yes ma'am?' he awnsered; snapping from his thoughts. 'you've been staring at that same chair for the past minute, why you look as if you've seen a ghost!' pip shook the thought of telling her that he saw something like that, instead just staying silent and dodging the question with one of his own. 'has the shipment came in today?' Mrs. Nicks has been ordering new things for months, surprisingly for pip she had been a big fan of the paranormal and began to wonder down the rabbit hole of things that might speak to her and her customer base. One might think that's quite odd for a lady in her early 60s but he wasn't one to judge. 'Oh yes a ton has came in! It just arrived before you clocked in, it's in the storage room at the moment'. Pip left to go receive the boxes, bringing one to the front of the box and grabbing the box cutter to open it. Ouija boards, 20 boards in the box together. Pip lined them all a row facing out of the shelves and pinning the price on the shelf, turning around to grab the trash, a box fell. Pip went to pick it up. It fell again. The cycle continued throughout the day until pip left to go home, taking the time to say goodbye and make sure the box was on the shelf where it wouldn't fall. He walked home listening to music on his walkman and trekking through the snow, it felt extra cold today especially when hitting some places like the old movie theater.

Pip arrived home eager to get warm. He opened his door and walked through the living room and down the small hallway to his bedroom. Taking off his shoes he looked to his bed and saw the ouija board that had been falling all day. 'oh sweet Jesus!!' he jumped from his own skin, quickly he picked the box up and shoved it in his closet; he'd have to take it back tomorrow so Mrs. Nicks didn't think he'd stolen it. After calming down his heart rate he decided to go start dinner, forgetting about the paranormal device inside his closet.

Pip stepped out of the shower, drying his long blonde hair roughly with a towel. Walking to his bedroom he saw the shadow again, eyes glowing red with a wide sadistic toothy grin and just as it appeared it disappeared into the shadows leaving pip with shivers. Opening his door he got a flash of a red room, fire everywhere and people screaming. pip shook his head to get it out instead hurrying to get dry and get dressed so he could settle for bed and get ready for work. Anything to get that horrid imagery out of his head.

Pip lay peacefully in his bed, listening to the soft ticking of the clock

Tick

Tick

Tick

Tick

........

He lay there for hours, staring at the ceiling not able to get the hot flaming image out of his mind. Eventually he was so exhausted he passed out. Dreaming of a little room, a light brown room; decorated with a tall bookshelf, globes, maps, and a large grandfather clock. Pip sat in a plush green chair unaware of where he currently resided. He sat until he heard a voice whisper 'hello' in his ear.

DONG.

The grandfather clock rang, it was midnight. Pip opened his eyes, but this time he was inside an old looking castle, spider webs everywhere. Pip tried to look around but his head was stuck in one place. He squeezed his eyes close again hoping he could just wake up, feeling a heavy weight on his chest pip gasped and opened his eyes, looking around the area. He was home. In his bed. Home. He sighed, flopping down on his pillow checking the time. '7:45' deciding to get an early start he pushed himself up to take yet again another shower to rinse away all the sweat of the previous night. Drying his hair and pulling it back in a small ponytail, leaving two strands in front of his face. Putting on his uniform he headed for the door, just before remembering something and running back into his closet. 'the ouija board!' with his newly equipped item pip headed for the street again.

Opening the door to the small jingle pip placed the board back in its place and went to his daily tasks. The board occasionally falling in the floor when pip passed. 'say phillip have you noticed that board today?' Mrs. Nicks brought it to his attention, something he really didn't wanna touch with a ten foot pole if given the choice. 'ah, can't say I haven't. Bloody things been on my tail all week.' pip turned back twords the boards, staring at the letters engraved into the wood. Walking twords it he flicked his fingers over the burned wood, feeling a strange pull to it that even if he jerked away now he'd stay in place. 'may be a sign boy, why don't you try it out' pip wasn't sure if he should share with her the details of the previous night. 'aha, I'll think about it' he replied with a nervous smile.

By the time pip clocked out his mind was set, he'd buy that board and set a ritual, it's nothing more than folklore. Right?

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Magdalena

A Supernatural Story

~ The Mark of Cain has Dean doubting even his own thoughts, but there's one place he can go for a moment of peace, one person who can take away the pain... even for one night. ~

Dean Winchester x Magdalena (OFC)

3,801 Words

Warnings:  Bitter Angst. Pain. MOC!Dean drama. Blood. Hurt. Sadness. 

A/N: Magdalena is an original character I've created for an SPN spinoff idea I'd written the pilot for. She's not a main character, but this scene would be part of a greater story. I do hope you like it. It took a long time to write, and it's honestly one of my favorites...

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There were two bars in the town of Lebanon, one on main street- Mack’s, which is full of neon lights and pool tables and teenagers trying out their fake i.d.s every Thursday night for Ladies Night- and JD’s, a filthy, oft times grimey biker bar on the very border of town.

Dean liked to go to Mack’s when he wanted people around, when his stomach was calling for some crappy bar food and nothing would satisfy him but some overdone french fries. It wasn’t really his favorite, but there were familiar faces and he could pick up a few bucks here and there when the local coeds got wasted.

Sam always went to Mack’s.

Dean truly preferred to frequent JD’s.

JD’s was dark and seedy and there was always something sticky on the floor no matter how carefully you stepped. Mysterious stains painted the walls in the john, and the bartop had been lacquered so many times over the years that there was an inch of resin on top of the old wood.

Dean felt strangely at home there.

Maybe that’s why he hid there. Maybe he felt safer there when the Mark was burning, egging him on, changing him. But it wasn’t just the decor that called to him.

Magdalena had been tending bar at JD’s for years, too many to count, and it was safe to say she’d been hanging out there since before it was legal for her to step through the door. She was older than Dean, but he wasn’t sure by how much, or if he just saw himself as younger in his own head. She had faint smile lines around her full, rose-colored lips, and a deep wrinkle between her eyes that deepened whenever she squinted, which seemed to be often. Her hair was as dark as midnight with subtle streaks of silver by her ears, and her eyes were like chocolate, big and brown and filled with adventure.

Of course, she rarely had any.

She’d been at that bar forever.

Dean gravitated towards her, never leaving the bar before he’d tried and failed at a not-so-smooth pick up line. He liked her. She was homegrown but clever, seemed to know a thing or two about nearly everything but never enough to seem bookish. Her voice was like syrup that ran down his body slowly, and she knew it, knew just when to turn up the charm and knock him off his cocky pedistal, but she also knew when to be quiet. She never prodded, never spoke first, always nodding when Dean walked in, letting him come to her if he wanted.

He didn’t always sit at the bar. Some nights he lingered in the back, beer practically stuck on his lower lip, just watching from the shadows. He liked to watch her float around behind the bar; straight hair flipping back and forth over her shoulder as she worked, smile wide when called for, her voice stern and loud when needed. She took no crap from no man, and maybe that’s what Dean liked the most about her. She was beautiful, sure, but not in the way that made him run home and rub one out, or turn up his wayward charm to full power and woo her into the back seat of the Impala. No, she had something else, something he really couldn’t name and didn’t want to. He didn’t even mind that she always rejected him. It had become a favorite game for both of them, and with her, he felt he had one true connection outside of his shitty life, even if it never left the stale air of JD’s.

Maggie looked up the way she always did when the door creaked open: with one eye. It was a technique she’d mastered over the years, a way to let the patron know that their arrival was recognized without leaving them an opening to talk to her. She really hated talking to most people. Well, she didn’t mind it so much until they got drunk and tried to reach over the bar to grab her tits, or used her polite smile as an excuse to drop all of their problems on her shoulders. She had enough problems of her own, thank you, she did not need anyone else’s.

This time when she looked up, she smiled, her entire face lifting towards the entrance.

He walked in with a slow stagger as if something were heavy on his shoulders. He glanced around the room once before turning towards Maggie and tossing over a weak smile.

“Dean.” She said his name like a greeting and a prayer, soft and sweet and hopeful.

He sat down at the bar, hooked his right boot heel on the stool and licked his lips slowly. “Heya, Maggie.” His voice crackled as if his throat was torn raw from days of screaming. He swallowed hard and looked down at his hands.

Something was wrong, she knew; he would have shot a joke at her by now.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said cooly, reaching below the bar to grab a tiny square napkin. “Thought you ran out on me.”

Dean looked up and she winked which instantly brought out a tiny smile, turning the corner of his mouth upwards. “Oh, come on, Sweetheart,” he countered, the familiar charm seeping back into his voice. “I could never leave you. Not in a million years.”

Maggie held back a laugh. “Beer?”

His eyes closed as he shook his head slightly. “Whiskey,” he whispered. “Double.”

She nodded thoughtfully and grabbed the bottle from the shelf. “Bad day?”

Dean let out a heavy breath and rubbed at his right forearm. He felt The Mark burn and pulse even under so many layers of cotton. “You could say that.”

Upon the napkin, Maggie placed an old, well used tumbler. “Wanna tell me about it?” She kept one eye on Dean as she poured four fingers into the glass and when his eyes met hers, she let a little more pour out.

“Maybe after a few of these,” he replied, his giant hand already wrapping around the glass.

She bit her lip and inhaled deeply, knowing it was going to be one of those nights where someone else’s troubles fell squarely upon her heart. But with Dean, she didn’t really mind. He never said much anyway, always alluding to his woes rather than facing them head-on. If the rumors around town were true, Maggie knew she didn’t want to hear the details anyhow.

“How ‘bout I join you? Loosen up the gears a bit.”

She winked again and Dean felt a gentle wave of calm wash over him; something that he hadn’t felt in days. He knew he was staring as she poured herself a drink from the same bottle, knew his heart was racing as she held up the glass to toast the cruel world, but it didn’t matter. He felt safe around her. Even if the Red Curse on his arm was screaming for blood again.

Their glasses clinked together with a dull chime and Dean held her gaze as they both took a sip. He hissed as the whiskey coated his mouth and stung in the back of his throat, but Maggie took it like a champ, rolling the sip around on her tongue. She held it there, savoring the bite of it as if the pain were part of the flavor. She closed her eyes when she swallowed slowly and sighed happily.

“That’s delicious,” she whispered, opening her big brown eyes to find emerald locked on her lips.

“It is,” he agreed, taking another heavy swallow. He licked a drop from his bottom lip and then set the empty tumbler down on the napkin. “Tell me something…”

Maggie knocked the rest of her drink back and then grabbed the bottle. “Like what?”

He shrugged. “Something. Anything.”

She smiled. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

Her plump lips twisted into a sideways pucker as she pondered and poured them both another drink. “I can roll my tongue.”

Dean laughed around his sip.

“I can! Can you?”

Maggie stuck out her tongue and rolled it into a perfect cylinder. Dean shook his head and mirrored her, feeling like a fool. Her laugh made it worth it though.

“Hey, you said anything,” she reminded him as she wiped a little spit from her chin.

He nodded and stared down into his glass, feeling suddenly cold and sweaty at the same time. “That I did.” A tiny shiver rolled down his back and his shoulders tensed badly.

“Dean?”

When he looked up, she was leaning over the bartop, her hand slowly reaching across for his, hesitant to land, but close enough for him to grab. He held his breath and her fingers fell over his left wrist, gently settling. Her flesh was hot, like her fingertips were flames, and something inside of him wanted to rip them away, grab her wrist and snap it backwards until the bones tore through her delicate pink skin.

“What’s going on?”

He blinked and saw blood, saw her body broken and shredded open at his feet. The Mark burned icy hot and his stomach turned.

“Dean?”

His pulse was racing, every breath sluggish and heavy, echoing in his ears. His bones ached, his flesh crawled. In his mind, he heard her scream.

“Mags! Beer!”

The stranger’s voice ripped Dean away from the horrors of the Mark’s control and he pulled away from her, eyes open in shock.

Maggie withdrew, concern painted on her usually unphased features. “I’ll… be right back, OK?” She tried to catch Dean’s eye but he was unsteady, gaze darting around in the void between them. “Hey! Don’t go anywhere.”

He considered it; how easy it would be to run away, bolt from his seat and peel away in the Impala. He could be four states away before Sam even noticed he was gone. Closing his eyes, Dean ran his hands down his face, hiding himself from the world. There was blood behind his eyes, death in his mind. He felt the Blade in his palm for a second and jolted out of his seat, afraid to look and find it in his hand.

Maggie was back before the stool settled on its feet.

She grabbed his hand before he could protest and dragged him into the back room, straight through the tiny, dirty kitchen, and out the back door.

The alley was dark and the air was blessedly cool.

Dean took a deep breath and tipped his head back, face lifting towards the midnight clouds. She squeezed his hand and he let go, realizing he had been holding on too tightly. “What are we doing?” he asked, voice cracking in the shadows.

She took a step back and leaned against the brick wall. “Thought you could use some air.” There was no judgement in her tone, nothing but genuine worry. “You gonna tell me what’s going on?”

Dean drew his bottom lip in between his teeth and bit down hard. He rubbed at his forearm and shook his head. “I… I can’t. You wouldn’t understand.”

“You can’t tell me or I wouldn’t understand? Too very different things, Dean.” She kicked a foot back and her heel caught on a groove in the bricks.

He shrugged. “Both? Neither? I don’t know.” His heart was heavy. “I feel like I’m losing myself again and I… I don’t want that.”

“No one would.”

He sighed and lifted his eyes to find her staring. “Why are you so-”

“What?”

“You’re so…”

She pushed off of the wall and moved towards him. “I’m so what? Annoying? Rude? Sexy? Chill? Pick a word, babe.”

He took a step and his soul reached for her.

“So… you.”

She laughed gently and rolled her pretty eyes. “I don’t know how to be anything else.”

Another step and he was in front of her, barely inches away. “That’s true isn’t it?” he asked, voice dropping to a deep whisper. “You can’t be anything else… but amazing.” His left hand lifted to her cheek, hovering there, asking, praying for permission.

Maggie touched his hand with her own and pushed it down, pressing his palm against her warm cheek.

“It’s OK, Dean,” she said softly, staring up at him with an open mind and a true heart. “Whatever it is, it’ll be OK. I promise.”

His fingertips pulsed on her skin. “And what if it’s not? What if I lose control again and-”

She pursed her lips and turned into his touch. Caressing his hand with her cheek. “We all lose it sometimes. What’s important is, we come back home.”

His chest was heaving, breaths pushing out quicker than he could draw them in. The Mark clawed at his soul but he refused to let it take over.

“I need-”

Maggie curled her fingers around his hand and pulled it gently from her cheek to her lips. “Tell me. Anything you need, I’ll-”

His body ached for her, but his heart reached out even more. “I need-”

Chocolate eyes looked up and Dean felt himself falling deeper into her, deeper into the feeling of her, the calmness of her touch.

“Tell me…”

It came out like a breath but she heard it, felt it, knew it.

“You.”

She didn’t wait and he was glad. If he had to hold back another second he was sure he’d die. As it was, Maggie took the lead, wrapping a warm hand around the back of his neck and drawing his lips down to hers. She kissed him sweetly at first, just a breath and a press of lips, but as his scent filled her mind, the kiss became harder, fuller. Her tongue darted between his lips and Dean took his first real breath in weeks. He drank her down, hands sliding around her body, holding her close as their lips pulsed together. He could almost feel her heartbeat, smell the blood flowing in her veins.

Even when she pulled back for air, he refused to let her go, closing his arms tighter and hugging her close. She relaxed against him, her face buried in the dip of his throat, ear against his chest. His heart was racing terribly fast and she pushed back to look him in the eye.

“Why don’t you come back inside and sit with me, OK?”

Dean’s jaw dropped but nothing came out, not even air. His muscles tensed as he looked down at her, once more seeing her mangled body lying at his feet, her blood coating his hands.

“Hey-” She rubbed a hand against his cheek, trying to pull him back. “Dean. I gotta stay here until two, but then we can close down and I can take you home, Alright? It’s like a quick hour. I promise.”

His fingers curled on the nape of her neck, blunt nails digging in as he tried in vain to shut out the Mark’s visions.

Maggie squirmed in his grasp, trying to get free. “Dean. You’re hurting me, come on. Snap out of it.”

The more blood he saw, the harder his grip became until Maggie’s hands were on his wrist, desperate to tear him off.

“Dean!”

Her screams echoed in his mind, bouncing around until he cringed and shut his eyes. His body was on fire. He flexed and tore, and Maggie slapped his face.

He startled, releasing her immediately and pressing a hand to his stinging face.

Maggie stumbled back and touched her neck, her hand coming away with a trace of blood.

“Dean, what the fuck?”

He gaped at the blood and his stomach churned. Wide eyed and terrified, he backed away, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to flee.

“Dean! It’s OK.” She wiped her hand on her jeans but his eyes would not leave the blood. He could taste it on his lips.

The Mark was hungry.

He blinked and saw the knife in his boot, the other in his belt.

He shook his head and saw her flayed open, eyes wide and helpless.

Dean stumbled backwards and hit the wall, his hands flying up to claw at his face. “Stop it!”

Maggie fell with him, falling to her knees on the asphalt, trying to steal his attention, get him to calm down. He was immovable, unreachable, growling at nothing, lost in his head.

He could see her face but it was drenched in blood. He could hear her voice but it was pained and shrieking.

“Please. Please! Stop it!”

Again and again, he beat his head backwards onto the bricks, but the pain did nothing to stop the visions.

Maggie left him; she had to. She shooed all the drunkards from the bar as quickly as she could, paying off their last rounds and locking the door behind them. She shut the lights, locked the register, grabbed her coat and raced back to the alley.

Barely fifteen minutes had gone by.

Dean was where she’d left him, huddled in a ball by the dumpster.

She stood in the doorway, single light above shining down on her like the light from Heaven.

Dean turned when she called his name and he looked up to see an angel moving towards him, raven hair glowing with haloed light, her kind face hidden in shadow, her hands soft yet commanding.

The screaming had stopped but something inside of him was broken. He couldn’t move on his own, couldn’t think. He let her stand him up, walk him to her car.

The little Toyota was a mess but he didn’t care. His boots crushed an empty can of Monster as he crammed his long legs into the passenger seat.

“Don’t mind the mess please,” she said with a smile.

Her voice was soothing but distant, his ears were ringing loudly.

Home wasn’t far from the bar and up just three flights of stairs. Dean followed like a zombie, not sure if he should turn and run or stay with her. When she looked back over her shoulder to make sure he was alright, there was no question left.

He needed to stay with her.

Needed to let her peel off his filthy clothes.

To let her guide him into the hot shower.

To relax as she washed the sweat from his hair, the grime from beneath his fingernails.

To breathe deeply and calmly as she toweled him off, not flinching as she ran her fingers cautiously over the scar on his forearm.

The Mark was calm for the moment, as if her touch could turn it off.

Dean lingered in a thoughtless limbo for hours as Maggie cared for him. She dressed him in an old t-shirt that had been left by an ex years ago and pajama pants she’d stolen from her brother last Christmas. She tucked him into her bed and lay with her chest against his back, gently running her hands down his arm, across his shoulders, through his damp hair. He never moved away, never hid from her touch.

She fell asleep sometime around four, but Dean was wide awake. He turned in her arms and pushed up on his elbow, looking down on her sleeping face.

She was beautiful and kind and everything that he needed in that moment, as well as rough and funny and smart and sassy and everything he needed every other time.

It seemed for a moment that she was all he’d ever need, all he’d ever want.

Maggie stirred as he swept a finger down her nose, her dark eyes popping open and a smile tickling her lips.

“You OK?”

Dean nodded and dropped down, his hand sliding back through her hair to hold her close. His lips brushed over hers and Maggie opened up to him, letting him in while sleep faded quickly away.

They tumbled on the bed, hurriedly stripping and reaching for the other. It was quick and sloppy, not either’s best work, but it didn’t matter. It was raw and real and Dean held onto her like he would die if they ever parted.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” Maggie asked, pouring him his second cup of coffee.

He took a sip and hissed at the heat. It tasted terrible, but it was strong. “Let’s just say I’m goin’ through something right now. Something bad.”

She set the carafe down on the table and took the seat across from him. “This have anything to do with the monsters you hunt?”

He looked up, shocked. “How do you-”

Maggie laughed, mug at her lips. “Dean, the whole town knows. Or thinks they do. Rumors are, after all, usually true.”

He smiled down into his coffee. “Why’d you never say anything?”

“What was I gonna say? Hey Dean, kill any vampires today? Here’s a beer.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I guess that woulda been a little awkward.”

“Have you?” she asked, leaning in closer.

“Have I what?”

“Killed any vampires? Are they real? Are they more Tom Cruise or Robert Pattinson?”

Dean nearly choked on his sip. “They are real. More… Buffy than sparkly. And yeah, I’ve killed hundreds. Probably upper hundreds, I don’t keep count.”

Maggie sat back and whistled, impressed. “That’s pretty awesome. So what else is real? Ghosts?”

Dean nodded affirmatively.

“Shit. OK…. werewolves?”

“Yup.”

“Damn. And you and your brother really go out and like kill these things? That’s what you do for a living?”

Dean sighed and nodded. Sam would be worried, he hadn’t even told him he was going out. “Yeah. We do.”

Maggie shook her head and stared at him in awe.

“What?”

She smiled. “You’re really amazing, you know that?”

His heart ached. If she knew how close he’d been to killing her last night, she might not think that way. “Not really.”

“Dean…” She reached for his hand, palm open on the table. He dropped his hand into hers. “You’re incredible. Don’t ever let yourself forget that.”

She squeezed his hand and Dean felt the familiar sting of tears as they formed behind his eyes.

He pulled away and cleared his throat.

“Thanks for the coffee,” he said, standing up and grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair. “And uh… for everything.”

Maggie nodded slowly, debating whether or not to ask him to stay. She was scared for him, worried if he left she’d never see him again.

“Anytime, Dean.”

He bent down and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see myself out.”

She held her breath as he walked away, only speaking again when she heard the squeak of the door.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“You know where I am if you need me, OK?”

He swallowed hard and looked back over his shoulder, taking one last look.

“Thanks, Maggie.”

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-> The cool air of this glorious summer morning filled the nose of the Leoran with every relaxed breath as she strolled a little bored through the streets of the city of peace. So close to the Mask Festival, which had been celebrated in Kahra'Wahna for several winters, everyone was making a great effort to prepare. That was why the streets of the capital of the Leoran kingdom were hardly frequented – especially not at this time of day. Only a few citizens, like her, were able to enjoy the wonderful weather by strolling through the streets. After all, she had no assignment at the moment and, hopefully, a pleasant while would pass before her father gave her a new one. How did Pali put it… sauntering! That was it. Rikana giggled at the thought and unconsciously stroked the red scarf that the merchant's daughter had knitted for her with her left paw, which stood out clearly from her otherwise jet-black clothing.

The orange-brown fur of the Shadowblade even had a slight reddish tinge in places, which, like her deep red hair, came from her deceased mother. For the most part, it was covered by a midnight-black cloak and battle attire of the same colour. Only her untamable curls and cheeky grin were presented to the world, for the heavy hood of the cloak was thrown back and buried beneath her hair. This allowed her green-brown eyes, slender nose and partly delicate facial features to be seen. Her short, pointed ears remained hidden under the mass of curls that Palira envied her so much for. Just as it had been with her father, the leader of her order, in happier times, Rikana radiated an open-hearted, infectious cheerfulness, despite the black clothing that would have frightened simpler minds. At least that was how the people, she liked in this world, described her.

Of course, people would step back when one of the few remaining Shadowblades passed by, but in her case, fear often subsided after a smile. According to her Sucra, Lunara of Elran, it had been much the same with her father. High Lord Favarion of Tegriss was not without reason given the nickname of the Grinning Shadow by her late aunt, Fina.

Shaking her head gently, Rikana banished the dark memories, for today's sunrise was clearly too beautiful to be marred by gloom. Burying her paws in the pockets of her coat, she laid her cat-like head back and enjoyed the scent that emanated from the small bakery that had opened in Kalin Street a few moons ago. Every morning that she did not find herself at the headquarters of the Shadowblades, with Pali on the Plateau of Heroes or in Lunara's salon, she strolled – no, she sauntered – past this shop on her way to the Tailor's Lane in the outer district of the Craft District.

She enjoyed the pleasant smell of freshly baked bread on its own. Sometimes she even bought a little something, depending on where she woke up in the morning. After all, there was hardly anything better than a fresh pastry when the previous evening had been spent drinking.

Today, for example, Rikana woke up in the loving arms of her girlfriend in their modest shared home, which fortunately neither her father nor Paliras knew about. They had breakfast together, arranged to meet at midday and left the apartment at different times. Since it was hardly surprising to find chaste shared flatsoccupied by ladies in the neighbourhood near the Academy of Knowledge, their indecent one attracted far less attention. Nevertheless, they were careful, because after all they were not in Sin'Dre or the Free Republic of Malnesia. There, what Rikana and Palira were doing would not even be considered a minor offence. For this same reason, none of them knew of them, but the young Leoran simply could not assess how her grumpy father would react to such a message. That was precisely why they had been performing this dance for two winters, and so far it had worked perfectly.

The Shadowblade once again decided not to spend her day off brooding as she turned into the Tailor's Lane, where she intended to walk past the numerous clothing workshops. She cast a longing glance into the shop windows every now and then. Perhaps she would find something that she, or better yet, Pali, would like. She didn't like to admit it, but the merchant's daughter loved all the little gifts Rikana gave her. Even if it was just roasted almonds at the winter festival, her companion was delighted with all the presents. She was always happy, as if it was the most expensive jewellery. I don't deserve her, she thought.

Smiling, she passed the first shop and received the same reaction from the seamstress behind the display as from every other citizen of the city of peace: horror, uncertainty and, after a brief friendly smile, relief. That was the way it was when your profession was to protect these people from themselves – at least since the revolt of her father, her aunt and her grandfather, Lán.

A few years ago, countless members of the Blades of the King, an ancient order of assassins, had rebelled against the House of Tegriss. In an attempt to make it what it had once been, it was shattered from within. This is how the Shadowblades came into being, taking on the old, noble task of cleansing the world of tyrants. Meanwhile, there were only two members of the noble House of Tegriss left: her father and herself. All the others had been hunted down and killed without mercy by High Lord Favarion for their sins.

She shook her head to dispel the memories as she walked towards one of the tailors' displays. She took off her gloves, put them in one of her coat pockets and felt the fabric of a yellow beret. It would look beautiful on her girlfriends pretty head. That's wool, she thought ‘How much is it?’ she asked the seamstress in a friendly tone, holding up the beret and searching her overstuffed pocket with her left paw for her goldfinch.

The woman swallowed before answering: ‘For you, my lady, it is…’ Rikana, who could already see where this conversation was leading, pulled the bag of coins out of her pocket and cut her off: ‘No, I will not let you give away your hard work out of fear. Please tell me a reasonable price and I will pay it.’

Two Verken…"

The Shadowblade pulled two Sol'Verken, the lowest form of currency used by the Leorans, from the bag and handed them to the seamstress. She had briefly toyed with the idea of giving her three, but she would have taken that as an insult, so she decided against it. Rikana said goodbye with a timid smile and the beret in her coat pocket. Her path led the Shadowblade further through the Tailor's Lane, past various shops, until she reached her secret destination. She was now standing in front of the workshop of Master Tailor Solkin, from whom she had commissioned a dress for herself some time ago, without telling Palira. She had planned to wear this little surprise at the Mask Festival and to catch one or two enthusiastic glances from her girlfriend. <-

One of noumerous side porjects :)

[theeamazingl]

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The gas lamps lining the cobblestone streets of London cast a flickering, amber glow, painting shadows on the walls of Árnadalr Manor. Here, Lady Anna Árnadalr, resplendent in her finest silks and satin, moved with the grace of a cat, her heart racing in exhilaration. She was on a daring mission—one that would test her wit and cunning.

The clandestine ball she had attended had been a whirlwind of masked faces, forbidden dances, and whispered secrets. But now, as the clock struck midnight, Lady Anna found herself outside the imposing wrought-iron gates of her family’s estate. The guards stationed there were no ordinary sentinels; they were loyal, watchful, and relentless in their duty.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Lady Anna had hatched a plan. Her heart pounded as she tiptoed through the shadows, her satin slippers barely making a sound on the cold stones.

As she approached the gates, Lady Anna’s pulse quickened. She glanced up at the moon, silently praying for luck. Then, with a breath held, she darted forward, skirts rustling softly against the night air. The guards stood like statues, unsuspecting, their eyes scanning the darkness beyond the gates. With a deft movement, Lady Anna slipped past them, her heart threatening to burst from her chest.

But her triumph was short-lived. Just as she reached the safety of the grand foyer, a chorus of footsteps echoed down the marble hallway. Panic surged through her veins. Who could have breached the security of Árnadalr Manor? Has her daring escapade been discovered?

As if in answer, a rush of guards thundered past her hiding place, swords clanking against armor. Confusion clouded Lady Anna’s mind. What was happening? And then, a hand touched her shoulder—a jolt of electricity that sent shivers down her spine. She spun around, coming face to face with a mysterious figure cloaked in shadow.

His piercing gaze bore into her, and rugged features hinted at a life lived on the edge. Against the backdrop of darkness, he cut a dashing figure—a rogue, perhaps, or a hero of hidden battles. Lady Anna opened her mouth to speak, but the stranger’s hand shot out, silencing her with a gentle touch. His finger pressed against his lips, urging her to maintain absolute silence.

In that dim light, Lady Anna could barely make out the enigmatic smile that played upon his lips. Who was he? Friend or foe? And what secrets did he hold? As the gas lamps flickered, casting their uncertain glow, Lady Anna’s heart raced anew.

As her gaze met the stranger's, she noticed a flicker of urgency in his eyes. They darted past her, scanning the deserted corridor to ensure that the guards were a safe distance away before he dared to speak.

"I need your help hiding me," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

Lady Anna arched an eyebrow in incredulity, her expression a silent question of why she should aid him. But before she could voice her doubts, the stranger let out an exasperated sigh, accompanied by a subtle role of his eyes.

With a swift motion, he reached up and pulled down the hood that concealed his features, revealing a face that bore the marks of hardship. Despite the grime and light scratches that adorned his cheeks, there was a youthful charm about him, almost mirroring Lady Anna’s own age. His hair, tousled yet somehow styled, cascaded in warm brown waves, framing his features with an air of ruggedness.

But it was his eyes that held Lady Anna captive. Dark as the midnight sky and piercing as shards of ice, they seemed to bore into her very soul with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

In that moment, as she met the gaze of the enigmatic stranger before her, Lady Anna realized that there was more to him than met the eye. And though she couldn't quite fathom the depths of his mysterious past, she knew one thing for certain — she couldn't resist the allure of adventure that beckoned in his icy blue gaze.

She swiftly moves his hand from her mouth, then, thinking quickly, she plants her palm on the ground to detect any vibrations nearby, a technique she learned her first few nights here. The dark-haired man watches her with confusion. Sensing nothing, she peeks out from their hiding place and rises cautiously, the man mimicking her movements with some difficulty due to the cramped space. He leans against the wall she was pressed against, using it for support, inadvertently pinning her between his arms as he rises.

[primroseprime2019]

Beneath the Waves

⚓︎Chapter One⚓︎

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Under the water, a nineteen year old mermaid swam up next to a boulder. She had chestnut brown skin, light brown eyes, and raven black hair with light brown strands. She had an amethyst purple, midnight black and goldenrod yellow mermaid tail and she wore a golden bra.

She smiled as she held a blue satchel. "Paige! Wait up!" A voice called and she almost rolled her eyes before she looked over her shoulder.

"C'mon, Penny! Hurry up!" She said. Another mermaid swam over to her. She was thirteen. She had honey brown skin and raven black and brown hair with white strands. She had brilliant brown eyes. And she wore a black bra and she had a midnight black and snow white mermaid tail.

"You know I can't swim as fast as you," she said as she swam up beside her. "There it is," Paige said with a smile as she saw the sunken ship.

Penny grumbled, "remind me again as to why we're doing this?"

Paige smiled slyly, "what, you getting cold fins now?" She swam towards the ship.

"No!" Penny said before she swam after her best friend, "but you know your friends hate when you wander off without telling them. Especially Harry. And... are you even listening to me, woman?"

"Eeenope!" Paige said with a giggle and Penny rolled her eyes with a smile.

The two swam into the ship. Paige looked around before she swam up through an opening and she saw a fork. "Ooh," she said in amazement and she picked it up.

"What is it?" Penny asked curiously, swimming up beside her friend. "It looks like a tiny trident," she said. Penny chuckled before she looked behind them and yelled in fear.

Paige turned to her and she saw why her friend had yelled. A twenty one foot great white shark was swimming towards them.

"Don't move," she said, holding Penny's arm. She froze in place, her eyes wide. The great white swam towards them.

Paige squinted her eyes a little as her mind raced. She stared at the shark. Suddenly it swam towards them.

"Swim!" Paige yelped and the two quickly swam away, the shark hot on their tails.

They swam out through the opening and swam out of the window. Penny let out a sigh of relief and Paige laughed, making the other mermaid glare at her.

"You are crazy!" She said. "You followed me!" She said playfully as the two swam to the surface.

On the surface, a nineteen merman was laying on a boulder, eyes closed and head resting on his hands. He had porcelain skin, bright auburn and black hair and he had auburn eyes. There were two scars on his face that shaped an X and it was on his forehead and down his eyes. He had a fire orange merman tail.

"Mattheeeeew!" Paige called and the merman grumbled softly before he sat up. He turned to her and Penny, "hello, ladies. What is the catch this time?"

"Ha, ha," Penny chuckled, crossing her arms, "we were in a sunken ship." "Oh?" Matthew said, immediately perking up and he reached for the bag, making grabby hands, "gimme, gimme!"

Paige smiled and handed him the bag. He rummaged through it and took out the fork. "Ooh shiny," he said, "you could use this to comb out your hair!"

"If that's even possible," Penny huffed. Paige smiled. She knew that Penny and Matthew didn't always see eye to eye but they got along nonetheless. For Paige's sake. It was pretty amusing to see.

Matthew stuck his tongue out at Penny before he set the fork down and took out a pearl necklace. "Ooh, better hold onto this one, Paigey," he said playfully, "you don't wanna get this one snagged onto any sharp edges otherwise it'll break; you'll lose all these pearls."

"Who or what made them?" Penny asked curiously. "Humans obviously!" Matthew said, shaking the necklace in the other mermaid's face and she swatted his hand away.

"Oysters made pearls long before we were born and whenever humans got the chance, they'd snatch these oysters from the water- and take the pearls," Matthew said, wiggling his fingers.

"Sounds cruel," Penny said with a frown. Matthew shrugged before he set the necklace on Paige's head and she laughed.

Matthew smiled and he pulled out a crystal rose. "Ooh cool!" Penny said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and wonder.

Matthew laughed. Paige smiled as she looked at the crystal rose curiously. "It looks like the crystals from the gardens," she said, "at home."

"Well it is crystallized in Rose quartzite," Matthew said. "Really?" Paige asked curiously.

"Yeah. Especially considering the whole ceremonial thing with humans," Matthew said. Paige smiled and she looked out at the sky.

"Well, I better go," she sighed, "see you guys later?"

"Yeah," Penny smiled. Matthew nodded.

"Thanks, Matt!" Paige said.

"Anytime!" He called as he waved to the girls. He looked at the sky. It was a mess of orange and purple and pink. It was beautiful.

He smiled and closed his eyes with a deep sigh.

"Maaaatt!"

He looked over at an eighteen year old girl who had porcelain skin, dark brown hair and green eyes. She wore a red bra and she had a pastel purple, ruby red and light orange mermaid tail.

"Are you coming or not?" She asked with a pout. Matthew chuckled, "yeah, yeah. I'm coming, Wendy."

He climbed off the rock and dived into the water with Wendy following.

Paige and Penny swam over to a large cave. Paige looked at Penny, "get home safely, Penny."

"I will," Penny replied and she hugged her friend before she swam away.

Paige looked at the mouth of the cave before she silently exhaled and swam into it. Glowing pearls lit up the cave as Paige swam into a much larger room.

A nineteen year old merman was sitting on a flat stone, messing with some coral. He had light pale ivory skin, dusty brown and light orange-brown hair and deep ocean blue eyes. He had an ocean blue and a sunrise yellow merman tail.

"Heeeey, Gregory," Paige said nervously. The boy, Gregory, paused. He looked at her and crossed his arms, brow raised.

"You went exploring again, didn't you?" He asked with a frown.

Paige glanced away. Gregory sighed, "at least you weren't by yourself nor were you hurt. I'm making food. Go clean up."

"Will do," Paige smiled, relieved. She swam into a hallway before she swam into her room and sighed in relief.

"Spared another lecture?"

She looked over at an eighteen year old girl who had dark brown skin, light black hair and deep blue eyes. She had a hot pink and alabaster white mermaid tail.

"As a matter of fact, I was, Natalia," Paige said with an innocent smile.

"Dinner's ready!" Gregory called out. The two mermaids swam out the hallway, being followed by nine other mermaids and mermen. They all gathered around a boulder and started eating fish and seaweed.

Ivan looked at the fish, "...does it feel weird to anyone, eating fish?"

He was fifteen and he had light honey brown skin and deep brownish-black hair and dark gray eyes. He also had a cerulean blue, red, iris purple, and midnight black merman tail.

Harry chuckled. "I try not to think about it," he said, "the Gods allowed us this gift. I'm not gonna question it." He had pale ivory skin, bright auburn hair with black and dark brown streaks and deep emerald green eyes. He had a jet black, crimson red and emerald green merman tail.

Ivan chuckled, "yeah, I just never thought...," he gave a halfhearted shrug, "been swimming around them my entire life; eating them never even crossed my mind."

Joanna chuckled, "I'd say we think of it as a blessing." She was fifteen and she had pale skin, snow white hair and sky blue eyes. She had a frost white, ebony black and blood red mermaid tail.

"Guys! Guys! Guys!" A voice said and the twelve looked to see a fourteen year old mermaid swimming over. She had honey brown skin, cornflower blue hair and violet purple eyes. She had a berry blue and orchid purple mermaid tail.

"Hey Raine," Demetrius chuckled. He was eighteen and he had chestnut brown skin, black and brown hair and deep blue eyes. He had a silver, moderate cyan and crimson red merman tail.

"What's up?" Gregory asked curiously. "It's starting! Elowen's starting a new tale! All the mermaids and mermen are gathering in the Reef!" Raine chirped excitedly, her ear fins fluttering with excitement.

"Alright, alright," Harry chuckled, "we're coming."

He looked at Gregory who chuckled softly before he and his pod swam after Raine.

[dragonbanexxi]

The Great Bronze Conspiracy

***!!!NOT CANON COMPLIANT!!!***

Aegon Targaryen x OC Targaryen Royce

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Two very different men sit across from each other, with calculating eyes studying the other diligently.

One dressed in an earthy emerald doublet, with the aurora a poised peacock. The other adorned in his bronze armor encrypted with sacred runes for protection and good fortune.

Two very different men with one distinct mutual hatred for the infamous Rogue Prince.

“You’re a fool if you think there isn’t any better offers for my grandsons hand.” The Hightower man drawls. Eliciting a tight smirk on his companions face.

“You’re a fool if you think if you think you can crown the little princeling king with only Lannister gold and very few allies.” Ser Gerold rebuttals back.

“Marry the prince to my niece.” The Bronze Knight says gruffly. “The boy will become king and my niece his queen. She is also just as much of the blood of the dragon as the rest of her paternal family. Wed them and together we will finally put an end to Daemon Targaryen once and for all.”

The Lord Hightower’s eyes shine with contentment at that last statement. It’s been his greatest desire to get rid of the Rogue Prince for years now. A cocky smile breaks out on his face as he offers his hand to Ser Gerold .

“Very well.” They shake hands firmly.

“Let us join our houses. My grandson with your niece.”

“Long may they reign” Ser Gerold says with a large smile.

“Long may they reign.”

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Chapter 1: Amélia

“Uuughhh” an annoyed frosty haired girl groans. “Septa Minnie! I’ve been practicing my good posture and walk all morning.”

Taking off the stacked books from on top of her head, the young lady gave her septa a girlish pout. Her brown eyes shift to the large window, peering outside. Taking in a sunny pasture, with butterflies flying about and birds chirping happily. The lady’s tender heart yearned to frolic about through the flower beds barefoot.

“It’s such a lovely day. Why can’t we go pick flowers at the meadow?”

The woman of faith pursed her thin lips at her mentee. Tsking at the young ladies childish suggestion.

“You are a young lady now Amélia. Soon to be ten and six. Picking flowers is for little girls.”

Amélia Royce turns away from Septa Minnie. Not wanting her to see the displeasure on her lovely face.

“Scarlett Redfort still picks flowers.” The Lady of Runestone grumbles under breathes.

The only daughter of Lord Griffin Redfort who was the younger brother of the actual lord of the Redfort Keep. Scarlett Redfort is stunning girl with the loveliest midnight shade of raven hair and riveting ice blue eyes that shone with wildness. Amélia didn’t particularly care for the Lady Redfort; she found her to be snobbish. Yet the Runestone girl had to admit Scarlett was a talented kisser. Both girls having had many intense kisses with each other. Usually after finishing a whole bottle of cherry wine.

Septa Minnie manages to hear Amélia talking under her breath. Whacking her wooden stick harshly on the young maidens hands.

‘Fuck you’ Amélia curses the bitter wench in her mind. Not daring to say it out loud. Instead honey brown irises glare daggers at the rigid septa.

Damn that woman’s spectacular hearing. Septa Minnie’s ears have caused Amélia a great number of lashes on her hands throughout the years; for being impertinent at the worst times. In retrospect Amélia does have a naturally combative nature. Preferring to debate and argue her way out trouble. In truth the girl brings it upon herself the majority of the time.

“Scarlett Redfort is a girl with a horrid lack of manners and loose promiscuous morals.” Her voice stern. “Besides the Lady Redfort isn’t the one marrying into the royal family.”

Well that much was true about the Lady Scarlett Redfort. At the age of ten and four, she had been found kneeling infront of a Westerling boy who was squiring for her father. It didn’t take long to decipher what they were doing. Given that the raven haired girl had her delicate hands down the Westerling boys pants. The golden haired boy had been sent home immediately after.

“Have they even accepted the match?.” She huffs changing the subject before she says something else that’ll get her hit.

“Papa never tells me anything.”

“Well I’ll have you know little lass, the lord hand is quite impressed with your dowry.” The gruff voice of her Uncle-Pa spoke behind her. She turns around with a large grin on her pretty face, engulfing her Uncle-Pa in a bear hug.

The middle aged man sports an amused grin and is adorned in his shinning bronze hunting armor. His beard a fusion black and grey hairs tickling her temple as he hugged his ward back.

“But what truly sealed the deal is your Valyrian look my dear.” The man says as he ruffles the girls hair.

Amélia feels her eye twitch.

Despising the fact that it’s true. The Lady of Runestone has the Valyrian look. Tall and regal frame, with long, thick, frosty platnuim curls cascading down her back.

Her eyes however did not shine that otherworldly violet. Instead they rang true to her Firstmen heritage, gleaming the color of the warmest purest whiskey.

Smoothing out her ruffled hair she says,

“How tragic that they are promised a Valyrian lady, but they will instead end up with a barbaric Firstmen savage woman.” She jokes, snorting unladylike.

Causing Septa Minnie to look at her with vexation.

“Well you will need to learn your graces lass. The last thing we need, is you scaring off the Hightowers. I worked hard to secure this match.”

Amélia rolls her bratty brown eyes.

Her uncle and her Septa share a conspiring look.

“Give us a moment Septa Minnie” the woman curtesy’s her way out the living parlor. Leaving the two Royce’s alone.

“Must you always give an attitude to your Septa?” He sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

The young lady smiles innocently. “I just wanted to pick flowers” shrugging her shoulders.

Her uncle isn’t at all amused. Peering at her with his dark brown eyes.

“She has point Méli.” He sits himself in one of the cushioned seats.

“You will be the Queen someday.”

“A treasonous statement Rhaenyra Targaryen is the heir apparent.” She drawls uninterested in the same conversation they’ve had a million times over.

“Have you forgotten what Daemon Targaryen did to your mother?” He growls angrily at her.

Guilt begins to swarm her belly. She hadn’t forgotten what her sire did to her dear mother. The monstrous Rouge Prince had bashed his wife’s head in with a rock until she bleed to death. Amélia had been a mere babe when her mama had murdered. Though Ser Gerold had told her about the Lady Rhea’s tragic demise, making sure to go into great detail.

Suddenly Amélia feels her breakfast in her throat, the urge to vomit making her wheezy.

The hatred the girl developed for her sire afterwards is a vast raging one. The beauty may not remember her mother, yet her loyalty for Rhea Royce is unwavering.

‘I hate you Daemon Targaryen!’ The voice inside Amélia’s mind says with antipathy. ‘And I hate your daughters!’

Ser Gerold is her true father. She prefers him anyway. When her father walked away from her attempting to steal her birthright, Ser Gerold defended her in the Eerie. She owes her Uncle-Pa her life. Amélia will always heed his advice and follow his directions.

That is why her Uncle- Papa, has secured a betrothal between her and the Prince Aegon. Together they will secure his claim to the Iron Throne and bring Daemon Targaryen to justice.

“No papa. I haven’t forgotten.” Her voice small. Sad brown eyes filling up with glossy pent up tears.

Ser Gerold pats her head with his large hand in a fatherly fashion.

“Your mother will be avenged my dear. Daemon Targaryen will pay for his crime against our house.” Her uncles voice void of its usual gruffness. Oddly soft.

“He has wed the Princess Rhaenyra. Any ally of his is no friend of ours.” Ser Gerold raises a sharp brow at her.

She nods her head in agreement.

“You will be the Queen one day. It will be your mothers bloodline that will continue on, come what may.”

“Come what may… “ she parrots back at him. Not all liking the sound of that sentence.

A cheery smile appears on his face.

“Why don’t you begin to ready yourself for the ball at Gulltown lass?” He suggests eliciting a happy grin from his teary eyed niece.

“Oh! Yes it is tonight isn’t it? Oh I have the loveliest new powder blue gown just perfect for the ball tonight!” Amélia says excitedly wiping her eyes dry with her long sleeve.

Giving her uncle-pa a daughterly kiss on cheek, the lady ran out the palor and to her chamber. All thoughts about revenge were pushed to the side. Tonight she is going to dance and dance until her feet give out.

And look her mighty best while doing so.

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Starting off this chapter light! This fic will have more politics compared to my other two fics. I hope you guys enjoy Amélia! She’s going to be quite the spitfire. Thank you guys ❤️ Comments are always welcomed.

[daidoruyume]

Chapter 1 Miyuu and midnight☆RAINBOW

I always made sure people saw me as a very normal person. I was quite gifted in some areas, but I liked the feeling of not standing out and being average. I felt like it was just perfect to be so “normal”. I had been living in Tokyo for college for two years, being at the ripe age of 20, and had even made some friends, who definitely didn’t know that side of me. If you know me a little better, you might think I’m talking about the fact that I’m a lesbian, but that’s not the case, since I was already out. It is a much more complex and passionate thing… it is something that lies deep within me, something I’d never dare to tell anyone about. It is about one person, so important to me I had to see her face in every inch of my room so I could feel inner peace. Someone I’ve spent tons and tons of money for someone I loved more than I loved my own reasoning and senses. It was about her, Yamamoto Miyuu, my favorite idol. 

 I was 15 years old when midnight☆RAINBOW had its major debut. Until then, my interests were merely literature and I didn’t care much about music, but one day, I found them on Twitter and it changed my life forever. Miyuu was 17 years old at that time, and she shined brighter than all of the other members combined (as much as I loved them). The group had some interesting additions, Yuzu, who was half african-american, half Japanese and Ayumi, who was transgender. I thought that was quite amazing! They received a lot of backlash at first, but they slowly built a fanbase and even made it to the budokan. I will explain about each member so I can make it more clear why I love Miyuu so much. 

 The oldest in the group, Nishijima Keiko, debuted at age 20. She’s very lady-like, but has a strong, deep voice. Unlike most idols, she has a larger figure and weighs around 70kg. But the group has this beautiful harmony, and she doesn’t stand out in a bad way. She even started her own brand of underwear for girls with a bigger body, since she always struggled to find bras and panties that felt comfortable. She’s also a great cook and even released a cookbook with recipes she learned from her father, who has a restaurant. She was born in Okinawa but moved to Tokyo when she was really young, only spending her summers there. Keiko, in the beginning of the group’s history, always kept her honey-colored wavy hair in a very tight, big red bow. She started wearing different types of bows lately, but that’s really “her thing.”

Next in line is Satou Satomi, who has always hated the combination of her last and first names. She’s the most boyish in the group, but she keeps a dark brown long hair. Her hobbies include photographing and watching movies, and she even has a YouTube channel where she posts reviews of her favorite ones. She’s really into some weird stuff, though, like foreign movies in black and white which I don’t get at all. She and Keiko are best friends in the group. 

 Miyuu is next, but I’ll like to talk about her later. Fourth is Anna, who is Miyuu’s younger twin sister. They’re fraternal, so they don’t really have the same face. She’s the “it girl” from the group, always dressing pretty and fancy. She knows a lot about hair and make up, so she usually comes up with the designs so the staff can replicate. She has long, straight bright-red dyed hair and she’s always very cute. She’s known for being very different from Miyuu and loooooving to party. Papparazzis always have so much luck with her, capturing her at night clubs. 

 Fifth is Rin, which is how Watanabe Kaori likes to be called. Kaori > Kaorin > Rin. See? She’s “the sexy one”, always liking to show off her moves and charming voice. Rin usually pairs with Miyuu to play pranks on the other girls, and she, in her own words, loves to annoy the youngest member, Ayumi. She gave nicknames for every one of the girls and makes jokes all the time. Actually, her backstory is very sad, since she grew up poor and had to raise her brother on her own, because her parents were very abusive and did drugs. She had her rise, though, after years of struggling, because of her amazing talent. A video of her singing “Blue light Yokohama” went viral some years ago, and it helped make the girls more famous. She also gave a presentation once telling which animal each of the members would be. While wearing a onesie. And then she did a weird dance. She’s… one of a kind. 

 Next is who we call Yume, Kakizaki Yumeko. She was born rich, but sooooo rich, and you can see it. She’s always dressed in very expensive clothes, and she keeps long, white hair that goes down to her knees. Her chara is to be quite mean to the other members, while in reality she’s very fond of them. She’s very smart and almost followed her dad’s career — he’s a doctor —, when she stopped everything and had the realization she needed to be an idol. She has a petite body, almost child-like, and seems to be very fragile, although she hates to be compared to a kid. She has pointy fangs and could probably kill anyone with only a stare. She’s also the one who does burikko sometimes. Who doesn’t like some fanservice?

 Then we have Yuzuna, or Yuzu, as we usually call her. She actually has two names she signs her posts with, either Stella Campbell or Tachibana Yuzuna. She’s way taller than the other members and oftenly made fun of her low intelligence. It seems that it’s most likely a case of laziness, since her family is very wealthy and both parents have graduated from prestigious universities in the USA and in Japan. She also speaks, alongside Japanese and English, fluent Mandarin and Spanish. She’s great at sports and will dress very boyish in these scenarios, but she also loves wigs and high heels and she will dress very femme-like when she wants to. She’s very complex, in my opinion, for being so… gifted, it seems, and yet, when you look into her eyes, you might have the feeling that her head is empty. She doesn’t care about being academically smart, though, and she confesses she didn’t try to do well at school and doesn’t intend to go to college. 

 Lastly, we have Kaneko Ayumi. She’s the youngest and lives up for it, always being made fun of because of how tiny she is. Despite her looks being very juvenile, she’s the smartest member and plans to have a long-lasting academic life. She was also born in a wealthy family, but she wasn’t very lucky since her dad was always opposed to her transition and she lost her mom at a young age. Her name comes from Ishida Ayumi, a singer her mom liked a lot. She’s also tech smart and really into games and energy drinks. It’s said she doesn’t have a good sleep schedule, either. Also, she’s the cutest thing in the universe. I love Miyuu, she’s my everything, but not even beauty can defy cuteness.

 Now, the moment you’ve been waiting for… Miyuu. She’s quite tall, 1,74m to be exact. She has long blonde hair and eyes so bright you can see your entire soul. She’s the passionate leader of the amazing midnight☆RAINBOW and she’s so, but so amazing. She’s a talented actress, having played in dramas and voice acted for animes, she’s an artist, who paints beautiful things and also a mangaka, and she even writes stories with the members! She’s just so… amazing at everything she does. She’s quite boyish sometimes and oh boy, if she’s not gay, then I’m not gay either. Miyuu has the prettiest smile and the prettiest tears. She’s always so dedicate to everything, and loves the girls so much… she’s so pure… and, of course, she has noticed me many times! She always likes and sometimes even answers my comments, and I’ve met her countless times during their promotions. She even once said “I love you to me!” Well, I mean… she’s an idol, her job is to love us fans, but… it felt so special. Still, she’s quite silly (her, Anna and Yuzu are “the dumb trio”), unless it’s about art, English or history, then she can answer anything. But that clueless side of her is so cute, oh gosh, I love every bit of Miyuu… I almost forgot to mention, but she’s one hell of a guitarist and a rapper! She’s seriously so amazing and idol-like. On stage, she can do anything!

 About me? Well, aside from my immeasurable love for midnight☆RAINBOW, I study Portuguese at an amazing university here in Tokyo, since I have family in Brazil and would like to be closer to them. I have a part-time job as an English teacher nearby and, for hobbies, let’s just say that I like to write fanfictions. I’m really excited because there’s going to be a concert in a week, and I’m quite known in the ☆light (starlight) fandom on Twitter, under the username of @miyuuhanabi. I don’t like using my full name online, but since you can read “hana” as “ka”, too, it could be read as “miyuuka”! See how our names combine? We even have the same “Yuu” kanji. It’s perfect, it’s destiny!

 ☆☆☆

 I have quite a few ☆light friends, but my best friend is Kaho. She’s from Osaka, so our friendship is mostly online. Which doesn’t make it hard at all, since I don’t have so much free time anyways. Her handle on Twitter is @nijikeistarlight because Keiko is her oshi. She’s coming to Tokyo next month so we can go to the concert together, which is only available for the fans who sign their fanclub, and, of course, as the hardcore fans we are, we do. I had barely finished my work day when I logged into my account on Twitter. Miyuu had posted! Her stuff always made me so happy. It was about 6 PM. 

@miyuukiway

Kei-chan is cooking dinner for all of us! ☆light, how was your day? Did you have fun? Please rest well ~ We’ll have a live at 9 PM, prepare for good news.

 What could it be? I soon commented. 

@miyuuhanabi

I’m so excited! I won’t miss this live for anything! 

 And, as Miyuu had just posted that, she was still online and liked my comment. It was quite common, but I got happy regardless. I soon messaged Kaho on LINE about Miyuu’s tweet.

Yuuka: Ka-chan! Did you see Miyuu’s latest post?

Kaho: Which one? You know if it’s not directly about Keiko-chan I won’t click desperately.

She seemed to have opened it and read it when she sent me the next message.

Kaho: I bet it’s comeback news! 

Yuuka: Oh my God that would be so awesome. Who do you think would be the center this time?

Kaho: Well, it was Kei-chan last time… so I think it will be someone else. Krystal Ent. is very fair. I hope it’s Ayu-chan. 

Yuuka: Yeah, she had only one center. The other girls had more…

Kaho: But you want it to be Miyuuki, right?

Yuuka: Of course!! So she will have more lines… a solo would be good, too.

Kaho: You still wait for that mixtape.

Yuuka: Don’t make fun of me! Someday she will release a mixtape and she will be a very popular rapper.

 Gee, Kaho can be quite mean sometimes! I picked up my stuff and headed to my apartment which was only a few blocks away from the school I taught at. Arriving there, I could finally feel some comfort. My walls were decorated with posters, bromides, photo cards and chekis from midnight☆RAINBOW, and it was mostly Miyuu themed, of course. I had all of their CDs and DVDs, many towels, shirts, penlights and plushies. They were my everything. And Miyuu was the center of that Universe. My sun, which I revolved around with so much dedication and love. 

I decided to take a bath and cook some quick dinner, anything that wouldn’t take me too much time, so I didn’t intend on using Keiko’s cookbook (yes, I owned a copy!) that time. I needed to be fully prepared for the 9PM live. And, well, I had some homework too. But that I could get done with very quickly.

 ☆☆☆

 It was 8:50PM and I was starting to feel the thrills. The app they used to go live was created by their own company, Krystal Entertainment, and the lives were recorded, but I usually would record them myself in case they ended up deleting it. I never knew why I was so cautious, but, you know, “what if?”. I kept talking to Kaho and sipping from my teacup until they went live.

 “Hello! Shining bright in the night sky with our ☆light, it’s midnight☆RAINBOW!” It was their catchphrase, and how they opened their live. They started with some chit chat, asking if we were getting hyped and if we were excited. The chat was going crazy and, of course, I was one of these fans typing my soul out. 

“It’s been quite a while since we had our last single, right?” Miyuu said. She was so pretty whenever she talked… I loved her so much.

“That’s true!” Anna replied. 

“Which means, it’s time for something new…” Rin started suggesting.

“But we had six singles in a row, that can get a little annoying.” It was Yume’s turn.

“So, we’re releasing something better than a single!” Yuzu said.

“Better than a single? Isn’t it as good as it gets?” Satomi joked.

“Well, our last album was released almost two years ago.” Keiko said. This time, I received a message from Kaho with a few screenshots. She was going crazy over Keiko like I went over Miyuu. And then she would make fun of me, as if I was the only crazy one.

“That’s why we’re releasing a new album!” Ayumi was the one who revealed it to us.

“But there’s a lot more than that! We wanted to do it a little differently this time.” Miyuu started explaining. “Tomorrow, at noon, we will release the tracklist. I wasn’t going to spoil it, but I really want to.” She looked behind the camera. “Staff said it’s ok! So, everybody’s getting a solo, each one far different from the other! We want to show our singularity with it.” That was so… amazing… like, a whole song with only Miyuu? I love the other members, but that was definitely special! And, of course, I wanted to listen to the other solos too. “I hope you guys love it as much as we do. It’s a very special project.” She finished.

 After the announcement, they started talking about random things, and I enjoyed each minute until they said goodbye. Then, I chatted with Kaho a little more and went to sleep, waiting for the next day’s noon. But then, I found myself… at their concert?