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me when someone likes my bad, old fanfics months later

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must’ve been the wind

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please please please write either some Aaron Warner smut or fluff or both if you feel like really spoiling us!!! We need more Aaron Warner fics in this community🙏🙏 thanks so much I’ll literally love you forever if u write this🩷🩷🩷

yk what, i’ll try my best! I haven’t read shatter me in a while, though..

*gulp*

idk i’m really burnt out so maybe i’ll just do headcanons?

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He hates drunk sex—you gotta consent, and he wants it to be real.

The boy is OBSESSED with your body, he praises it in any way he can.

Seriously, he’ll kiss every square inch of your body and flesh.

in and out. and he does.

He doesn’t tease a lot, he’ll do anything you ask.

no fr, he praises you

Definitely a dom/top

I mean, how could he be a sub? He was taught not to show his emotions by his father, right?

He tries to hide his moans and groans.

He won’t hide them if you ask him not to.

Size?

2.5 inches.

in width

Now actual length is probably somewhere in the tens—at most 12.

he’ll go any pace though, he won’t gradually get faster unless you ask or beg.

He gives you 10 seconds to adjust.

aftercare is amazing.

He’ll get a bath started, and he’ll do all the work for you.

Then, he likes to cuddle in bed.

No clothes.

He cancels 3 meetings for the cuddles and aftercare.

He’ll give you anything you want—tea, starbucks, you name it.

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I’ve lost so much motivation, and i’m sorry for no actual fic… i hope this is okay though 💜

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Gone.

Draco Malfoy comforting you after Severus Snape’s tragic death.

Maybe even comforting him.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Warnings : angst, fluff, sadness, death

Recommend song to listen to while reading this: The Night We Met, Lord Huron

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“Draco?” you sniffed before wiping your nose with the sleeve of your black hoodie. “A-are the rumors…true?”

Draco couldn’t bare to see you like this—shaking, sobbing, pathetic… you were a mess. Mascara was smeared all over your face and your sleeves dirty with running snot. “Love,” he swallowed down a hard lump. He was close to Severus Snape, like you, but he didn’t have the bond you did. Sure, Snape made a vow to protect Draco, but he didn’t need to make one to protect you. You were more special to him. ‘You’re like the daughter I never had,’ Snape once said after class, pulling you into his tight embrace. “I hate to say this, but… yes. S-snape has…passed.”

Draco blinked back his tears as you screamed loudly, shaking his whole room, maybe even all of the Malfoy Manor. He bit his trembling lip sadly as you sank to the floor on your knees. He didn’t want to say the truth but… he didn’t exactly know how to comfort you. His father always told him to never let his emotions get to him… so, naturally, he wasn’t exactly empathetic. But for you? He would tell you anything, even take down the mask he puts on for everyone, trying to prove that he was tough.

“I…I’m sorry…” was all he managed to say before you let out a small sob. It broke his heart, seeing you like this. He watched you wipe a final tear, before slowly getting up on your feet.

You panted, staring straight at the ground. “I’M GOING TO MURDER HIM,” you screamed. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU-KNOW-WHO!”

“Darling, please—“ he begged. He almost jumped when your eyes quickly fell onto him, giving him the same look. “—killing him won’t bring him back…I don’t want you losing your innocence by killing him. I…I think it’s Potter’s destiny to kill him… I can feel it.” he ran his fingers through his neat blonde hair, smoothing down the new frizz.

“You better be right,” you grumbled. “Otherwise you’ll be next if Potter doesn’t succeed.”

Though Draco hasn’t witnessed anyone he loved die before, he knew you were blinded with rage and grief. He needed patience. “Love?”

You looked up at him again, but with softer eyes, the eyes that made his heart break for you. He slowly extended his arm toward you, palm facing up. He watched as your trembling hand slowly reached out, before meeting his. Once your fingers were intertwined, he gently pulled towards him, wrapping both arms around you tightly as you fell into him.

The gesture was sweet, though he wasn’t surprised when you burst into tears again. He dropped one arm, reached up, and began stroking your hair, in no rush to tell you to suck it up or hush up. His fingers were caught in your waves, and he decided it was time to hug you with both arms again.

You really needed comfort.

“It’ll be alright, m’love.” he whispered, tracing patterns with the pads of his thumbs on your back. He began to whisper more encouraging and sweet words to you, words that made you doubt he was in the right House.

“I’m here for you, whenever you need me, wherever.”

He tapped your thighs twice, and you didn’t hesitate before jumping up and wrapping your legs around him.

A cue you knew all too well…

“Relax darling,” he chuckled. “I’m only bringing you to bed. It’s late.” he gently set you down on his bed, tucking you in under his warm and cozy blankets before joining in next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close to him as possible.

You wanted to sleep after replaying a good memory with Snape.

“You two?” Snape asked. “Really?”

“Yes…” you answered. “We are.” Draco squeezed your hand tightly.

“Who knew, my favorite two Slytherins would end up together.” he smiled, a gesture he did often in their presence. “Even favorite students.”

You could feel Draco glancing at you, eyes filled with love as you talked with Snape in front of him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He caressed the side of your pointer finger with his thumb, before giving your hand another squeeze.

You and Draco were going on a date that night, to a fine Italian restaurant. You fidgeted with the silver necklace, the finishing touch of your look— a black dress that came down to your thighs and fit you in all the right places, paired with elegant, black heels. As for Draco, he wore a nice black suit.

“Well, I certainly approve…not only are you two in love, I’m sure any future child of yours will do great things, much like you two.” Snape chuckled.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Draco check his silver watch.

“Oh yes, you guys must get going soon, I would hate to keep you here.” said Snape.

You walked out with Draco, hands still intertwined, and your arms swinging as you walked through the corridors.

That date was amazing.

Your eyelids became heavy with sleep, and you finally gave in.

No, Snape wouldn’t be coming back.

His death was absolutely tragic. A death you wouldn’t wish on anyone.

You’ll avenge him in any way you can.

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As you probably know just from reading that, i’m pretty burnt out but I needed to write that because i can’t find any fics like that. Honestly that’s why it’s so short, i’m lazy and burnt out.

farewell y’all

huh… draco’s middle name is lucius.

how arrogant is his father bro 😭 🙏

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tiktok is back?

just recently, i opened tiktok (i must have forgotten) and i was surprised to see no “ohh tiktok is banned now” but instead, my regular fyp. what? does it work for you? please lmk 🙏

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if you think anyone on tumblr cares abt tiktok getting banned that‘s already a reach, but especially in a book related community?? no, just no. nobody cares, in fact we‘re all relieved. booktok is fucking cancerous.

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not judging you confession,

but would you have said this if i didn’t allow anonymous?

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Do you do pairings? If yes, I really want to request Kingbury (George The III/Samuel Seabury) from Hamilton. NO PRESSURE BTW, LOVE YOUR SKILLS!!

Ah, yes I do! I haven’t done one before, but I’m sure I can try. Please forgive me if it’s not to your liking.

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Craving You

TW: None!

summary: After a long day of reading his scroll for the people, he sails back to England where an anxious king is awaiting him.

note: First time writing with Samuel and the king. I hope it isn’t too bad. :)

word count: maybe 1k

requested.

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“Heed not the rabble who scream ‘Revolution!’ They have not your interest at heart.” Samuel Seabury sang to the emerging crowd. He began to read, the crowd listening and watching with hopeful expressions. They must be on our side, he thought. “Oh my god, tear this dude apart!” a deep voice to his right said. Instead of screaming at the man beside him, he smiled, a nervous version of his signature grin.

“Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. Don’t let them lead you astray! This congress does not speak for me!” he sung, looking and scanning at the crowd for reactions or expressions. Some were smiling, some were scowling.

“Let him be.” a new calm voice said to another. Samuel cleared his throat, beginning the next line. “They’re playing a dangerous game. I pray the king shows you his mercy.” he said, his mind racing with thoughts of the king. He didn’t like him, did he? He gulped down whatever he was feeling. He can’t think of him right now. He was too far into the speech. “For shame. Fooor shameeee.”

“He’d have you all unravel at the sound of screams—“ a voice interrupted.

“Heed not the rabble who scream—“ he sung louder, attempting to drown out his nonsense.

“Revolution is coming the have-nots are gonna win this!” the same stubborn voice said, which Samuel interrupted with, “They have not your interests at heart.”

”It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.” he said. Samuel felt a rush of anger and hatred, but couldn’t show it, no, no, no. He had a reputation, and he would do anything for his king.

Instead, he took a deep breath before responding, “Chaos and bloodshed…are not… a solution…” he said, surprised when he sung Chaos and bloodshed with him, but his line had a twist. “Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us.”

”Honestly, you shouldn’t even talk, and what about Boston?” Samuel was about to yell at him, but took a deep breath. He interrupted with, “Don’t let them lead you astray.”

“Look at the cost and all that we’ve lost, and you talk about—“ he yelled. The crowd watched as they went back and forth. “This CONGRESS does not speak for me!”

“My dog speaks more eloquently than thee.” he mocked, laughing with a group of men standing behind him. It was getting hard for Samuel to conceal the burning rage deep inside of him. “They’re playing a dangerous game!”

“But strangely, your mange is the same!” he sung in a deep voice, different than before. Oh, how he was about to wreck his reputation just to punch or even kill this man. “I pray the king shows you his mercy!”

“Is he in Jersey?” he asked, his friends making an eruption of laughter. “For shame!” Samuel yelled.

”For the revolution!” he proudly said. When Samuel went to say ‘For shame!’ again, the group of men shouted, ‘For the revolution!’

More than before. Samuel turned around, looking at the men. Four young men were in a group behind the bold, and stupid man before him, who invaded his space. He stepped up onto the stool, just inches away from Samuel. “Heed!-“ he said, repeating his speech once more.

“If you repeat yourself again, I’m going to scream. Honestly, look at me, please don’t read.” Samuels eye twitched at his demand. He attempted to interrupt with, “Not your interests-“

“Don’t modulate the key than not debate with me! Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?”

“Alexander, please!” the same voice from earlier said, stopping him. The bold imbeciles name was Alexander.

“Burr, I’d rather be decisive than indecisive, drop the niceties!” Alexander said, his voice drowning out as he walked further and further away. Half of the crowd was gone, only a few loyal ones left.

Samuel sighed, ran his fingers through his light brown, fluffy hair as an attempt to calm him. “Thank you.” he said to the remaining people as he stepped down and picked up his stool. He had a meeting with King George III to discuss today’s reading…but it didn’t go as planned.

Samuel had no time for thoughts. He needed to board a ship back to England or be stuck in the colonies until King George realized he’d never returned, which would probably never happen.

Samuel raced to the ship, a boat built with huge wooden planks and metal. Apparently, some people who were in the colonies decided to go to England, so they boarded the ship along with Samuel.

On the sail home, he couldn’t help but think about King George. His powdered wig that concealed his real hair, his red clothing made from the finest silk and fabric, his staff, made purely from real gold. He loved gold so much, every item of clothing he owned had at least some of it. Everything he wore had so much detail, from the jewels and diamonds embedded into the fabric, to the perfect white ruffles on his sleeves. What made Samuel the happiest? He was the first person the king demanded to see. He knew that it was mandatory to meet with him, but still, he was excited.

After sailing across the waters of the Atlantic Ocean, Samuel stepped onto the ground for the first time in days. He was content to be home. The first thing he had to do was meet the king in the palace.

As Samuel stepped into the familiar halls of the palace, decorated with portraits of the king and his ancestors, framed with pure gold, he couldn’t help but feel a giddy sensation throughout his body. How was he going to tell the king that a man interrupted and ruined his speech?

He knocked on the wooden door that separated him from the king. “Who is it.” the king said, not in the tone of a question, more of a demand.

“Samuel Seabury, your majesty.” the king hesitated for a moment, before saying, “Come in.” inviting Samuel into his chamber. Samuel carefully twisted the gold knob, pushing the door in. Samuel was given no command, so he stood there awkwardly as the king sat on his huge, soft bed. Finally, the king spoke. “I haven’t slept in days since you’ve been gone.”

“Pardon?” Samuel asked, his eyes widening.

“You heard me.” King George said, checking his nails. He wore a red outfit embellished in jewels and gold—of course— and a red cape that laid out behind him when he sat down. All he was missing was a powdered wig. It was a strange sight to see his short, light blonde locks, obviously brushed. “Come here.” he ordered.

Samuel approached the king nervously. “Yes your majesty.” the king laughed his signature cackle before his response, “No need for such… formalities. Please, just call me George.” Samuel nodded. “Say it.” the king begged. “I want to hear you say it.”

Samuel gulped quietly, a sound that echoed through his head. “George…what did you want to talk to me about?” he said, changing the subject smoothly. George laughed, a sound that tickled his ears.

“I’ve missed you, that’s all.” he said, making eye contact with his baby blue eyes as he stood up. Without his wig, he looked innocent, like he hasn’t demanded someone be murdered for even glancing at him without permission.

Samuel felt himself blush as George took his wrist in his hand, tightening the grip before pulling him closer, just inches away. He took his thumb and traced Samuels jawline slowly, an action that sent shivers down his whole body. “You’re trembling.” George said to himself. “Why? I barely even touched you. Are you scared?”

Samuel swallowed before replying with, “No.” George trailed the same thumb over his bottom lip. He used the same hand to cup his left cheek. “You’re mine.” George whispered. Samuels face turned hot, a coat of red painted onto his features. “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. Say it.” he demanded.

Samuel swallowed his feelings before whispering back, “I’m yours.”

George shivered before pulling him into a kiss, a kiss that Samuel had been secretly craving, a kiss George loved as much as Samuel, a kiss that could get them banned from the country if anyone saw. Nothing mattered. “Don’t ever leave me.” he demanded.

Though George would never admit his homosexuality, he certainly didn’t mind kissing Samuel.

As for Samuel, he slept in George’s chamber.

George grew tired of keeping it a secret, and told almost everyone. He killed anyone who look disgusted or called him out or spoke badly about his beloved Sam.

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daveed diggs left hamilton on my birthday

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requests!

visit my profile, drop in a request!

characters I will do:

-Daveed Diggs(person)

-Aaron Warner(book character)

-Kai Azer(book character)

-Any character from Hamilton (actually except for ensemble)

-turn washington’s spies Lafayette

-probably more, i’ll lyk if i can do it or not.

-Conrad and/or Jeremiah Fisher

-Severus Snape

-Draco Malfoy

-Harry Potter

-Edward Cullen

-Jacob Black

-Michael Jackson

-Prince Naveen from the princess and the frog ig 😭✌️

~~~~~~~ THINGS I WILL WRITE:

-smut (18+)

-angst

-fluff

-head canons on characters in a situation or feeling

-pairings with two characters

-basically anything that isn’t on the list below. v

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE

-r4pe

-inc3st

-any form of sa

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Body & Blood

Daveed Diggs x Fem!reader

TW: Smut, P in V, riding, aggressive, rough, fingering, oral (fem receiving) common swear words

summary: You and Daveed Diggs have been friends forever, but what happens when you try to confess? Does he like you too?

note: I am uncomfortable naming some parts of the body (hope you understand) like 🐱 and 🍒. also, this hasn’t been checked for grammar or spelling yet.

not requested

word count: 3.6k

RAFA IF YOU’RE READING THIS, PLEASE DONT SHOW DAVEED

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Part 1

“France is following us to revolution, there is no more status quo.” Y/N heard Daveed sing from backstage. “But the sun comes up and the world still spins.”

His voice was beautiful; angelic even. “Well, if it isn’t Y/N drooling over Daveed again.” Anthony laughed behind her. She spun around quickly, a faint tint of red coated her cheeks.

“I wasn’t drooling, I was just admiring his voice. That’s all.” She said sternly, but Anthony didn’t seem to believe it.

“What ever you say, F/N Diggs.” He laughed as she shot him a mean look and flipped him off. “Hey, can’t I tease my best friend just a little bit?”

Hamilton shook Jefferson’s hand on stage. She watched him walk off stage after Cabinet Battle 1. “Not even a little bit. Besides, I don’t even have an actual crush on him. I just think he’s really cute. Its just a fling.”

“Who’s cute?” A new voice said. She turned back around to see Daveed Diggs standing so close behind her. Her blush turned redder than before as she sputtered. He raised an eyebrow as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with a white towel.

“I….uh…It’s nothing…not you.” She paused and immediately realized what she said. “I mean, you’re very cute—hot even, but we were talking about…my dog.” She said nervously, and regretted it instantly.

Anthony covered his mouth with a closed fist as an attempt to stop himself from laughing. He backed away as Daveed spoke. “You have a dog? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. Golden Retriever.” No, she didn’t have a dog, but she also wasn’t going to confess to him. “Very…yellow and golden.” She added.

“I see.” He replied. “How old is this dog?” His eyes scanned her for any hints of nervousness.

“Uh, I think about four years old. Next month.” now she was sweating. “In June.”

“Ah. You’re pretty in that red dress though, has anyone ever told you that?” Daveed said, focusing the subject on her. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Her eyes widened and a stupid smile spread across her face. Daveed chuckled at her reaction. “It’s true. Everyone definitely knows, even if they won’t say it out loud.” he smiled. “Red is definitely your color.”

“Thanks.” She said, feeling the awkwardness of the moment. “I’m thirsty… my water is in my dressing room, I’ll be back.”

“You can borrow mine. Your dressing room is far away, isn’t it?” He asked. Before she could shake her head, he placed the bottle into her possession. “Drink up, darling.”

You were unfazed by the name, since he almost called every woman darling. You unscrewed the plastic cap and took a quick swig of the cold liquid. “Thank you.” said, handing back the bottle.

“Anytime.” he smiled. “I’m actually thirsty myself.” He took a swig out of the same water bottle.

You hid your blush by looking away, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. He lightly grabbed your chin with his hand, guiding your gaze back to him.

“Something wrong?” he smirked. “You seem a little red.” he teased.

“It’s just“— she squirmed—“really hot in here. Like, boiling.”

Daveed leaned closer against her ear and murmured. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were nervous.” She felt the heat radiating from him. “Am I correct, babygirl?”

She almost broke from the new pet name. She parted her lips to say something, but no words came out. Daveed ran his finger down her bottom lip. “It’s okay baby, you can kiss me in front of everyone. I know you want to.”

“E-everyone?” She repeated, the word coming out soft. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he positioned his strong hand behind her head. “Everyone is curiously watching us right now—look!” She whispered, a sound only they could hear.

“Even better then.” His other hand cupped her cheek as he leaned his head down. Their lips met softly, a kiss of passion. They pulled apart after a few seconds. “Let’s shock them even more. Part those pretty lips.”

He leaned back down, kissing her more passionately. She parted her lips, and whimpered quietly at the feeling of his tongue diving in her mouth. They kissed like they were drowning, and the other was oxygen, and she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, his hands wresting on the dips of her hips, every movement between them needy and desperate.

Soon enough, Take A Break ended, and they pulled apart, a thin trail of saliva connecting them. “I hope Hamilton tastes me when you have to kiss him.” He said with a stern expression.

The music to Say No To This began, and she started to strut slowly against the rotating floor. Her dress swayed with each movement, her heels clicking silently against the floor.

“I know you are a man of honor, I’m so sorry to bother you at home. But I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone.” She sang as she approached Hamilton who wore a green suit, almost identical to Jefferson’s, but on the other side of the color spectrum.

Soon enough, she sat on his lap on the chair and ensemble member moved. She took his hand and placed it on her chest and slowly moved it down. After that part, she ran off stage as James Reynolds took the money from Hamilton.

She sighed a breath of relief. She turned around to walk towards her dressing room, but Daveed was standing in the way. “Daveed, I need to go inside, my water is in there.”

She shivered as he ran his fingers down her arm. “You don’t want to continue? It’s okay if you don’t—“ He placed his hand on his forehead. “Sorry I just thought—“ She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I like you, Daveed.” She blushed. “And I want to do everything with you.” Daveed stared at her.

“What does that mean?” He asked, his eyes begging for her to be more specific.

“I want you.”

“Oak, before you go on stage, tell our understudies they’re needed. We’re not feeling well.” Daveed said, keeping eye contact with her.

Oak raised an eyebrow, but responded with, “Okay. Feel better soon.” he cleared his throat. “Don’t do what I think you’re going to do.”

Daveed pointed at the door that led to her dressing room. He closed the door behind them gently before grabbing her waist and lifting her up in his arms. She instinctively wrapped her limbs around him; her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

They kissed slow and passionately. The moment was almost perfect, it was exactly how she wanted to be kissed by him. He pulled away, admiring and studying her for a moment.

“We could get into so much trouble for bailing like that—“ She started but was interrupted by a sloppy kiss from him. She moaned against his lips, and he used it to his advantage to slip in his tongue. “I used to daydream about this.”

“Oh yeah?” he said before leaving kisses on her neck. “Me too. But in my head…we do something more dirty than this.” He chuckled as he felt her shiver at his words. He began to lightly bite down on her skin.

He set her down gently, before taking the fabric of her dress in between his fingers. “Can I take this off?” He asked.

She nodded eagerly, and he loosened the strings that tightened her dress to fit her figure. She kicked off her heels as he hooked his fingers around the white tank top she wore underneath. He lifted the shirt over her head, tossing it to the side.

He took off his purple jacket that was over and apart of his costume, threw it to the side, and quickly unbuttoned his costume. “Like what you see?” he teased as he noticed her staring at his six pack and obliques.

She said nothing, just blushed. He took a few steps closer to her, gently cupping her face. “I like it when you’re like this. When you’re so affected by my words.” He began to bite down on her neck, leaving several love bites.

He backed away after a few minutes. “Sorry, I got carried away.” He rolled down his tall white socks to take off his matching purple pants that only went down to his calves. Soon, the only piece of clothing he had left were his black boxers, his errection teasing you.

You wore the shortest black shorts under your dress to make sure nobody would see. “If you weren’t wearing that dress over those…” he shook his head. “I wouldn’t have lasted as long as I did.”

He grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her up onto the countertop. He trailed his hands down her body, starting at her shoulders and stopping at her thighs. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her shorts, and began to pull down. He tossed it behind him and began to trace his fingers where her shorts used to be.

After he took off her undergarments, he began to bite her inner thighs. He licked and sucked, leaving hickeys. His hands trailed down to her core, wiping her arousal with his finger.

The sound of a knock at the door made her jump. “Y/N, are you in there?” Anthony asked as Daveed put in his first finger, challenging her not to moan. “I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m f-fine…” She stuttered, tilting her head back, giving him easier access to kiss her neck. He put in another finger in slowly.

“Can I come in—“

“NO! I mean uh… I wouldn’t.”

“Can we talk? I’ll stay behind the door.” Anthony must have sat down by the door, because she heard a thump.

“Yeah. Of course.”

“I heard Daveed was sick too. Where is he?” He asked.

He didn’t look scared or even bothered by his question, instead a smirk spread across his face against her neck.

“I uh… I think he left. He was… like really sick.”

“Are you sure he’s not in there with you?” He teased. You could sense Anthony’s signature grin.

“Why would he be in the room with me?” She accused.

“I don’t know. Since you’ve had a crush on him since forever. Remember when you told me about that dream you had where he was in your bed, giving you hea-“ Daveed instantly stopped kissing her neck to look at her.

“ANTHONY, SHUT UP!” She yelled, followed by Anthony’s laugh. “Someone’s gonna hear you.” She groaned. He slipped his fingers out, causing her to groan again. His hands rested on her thighs as he stood on his knees, working his tongue into her core. She gasped silently, reaching for anything to hold on to, and she settled on his hair.

“Nobody is upstairs, the only thing they probably heard was your scream.” He rolled his eyes behind the door. “Oh, remember when you were curious about his size? I guessed five inches, you guessed like seven.” Her face became warm with embarrassment.

He flicked his tongue, hitting all the right spots. She muffled her moans with her hand. “What was that noise?” Anthony asked suspiciously. “Was that a…”

“Groan. I just t-threw up again, that’s why.” She said as he continued.

“I could open this door right now. There are no locks.” He teased. “How would you feel if I did?”

“Like you invaded m-my privacy.” She narrowed her eyes at him through the door.

“Fair enough.” He shrugged from behind the door. Suddenly, you felt a rush inside of you.

“I’m going to come!” She whispered quietly. She felt the warmness spill out, and Daveed quickly stood up.

“Are you ready for me?” He whispered, his eyes glinting from the lights. She nodded, and he wasted no time pulling down his boxers. He pushed in his dick slowly, careful not to make any noise.

“Anyway, I just want you to feel better.” Anthony said, a sound just above a whisper. Daveed began to thrust slowly into her. He covered her mouth with his strong hand as he sped up.

He stopped for a minute, letting a groan escape from her lips as he lifted her up, fucking her standing up. She was desperate to hold onto anything, clinging onto his shoulders. He lifted her up, and helped her back down in a pattern. He stopped as he heard Anthony climbed back to his feet. He set her back down on the counter, not pulling out.

“Anthony, why are you still here?” She groaned at him.

The handle of the door jiggled, and Daveed reached for a towel and threw it on her bare chest just in time, covering her from Anthony’s eyes.

“Oh my god, you guys are horrible, just horrible!” He shrieked, covering his eyes with his hands.

“Hi Anthony, what’s wrong?” Phillipa Soo asked, standing a few feet away. “What’s going on?”

“Do NOT look in there.” Anthony gagged. Phillipa raised her eyebrow, and Anthony made a gesture, His right hand making an O and his pointer finger on the other hand going inside.

“Oh! Well…um…you’re probably overreacting anyway, Anthony.” Phillipa scolded. “Give them privacy!” She avoided looking in the room as she shut their door.

Y/N blushed as the door closed. Daveed slowly turned his head to look back at her. “I think we should probably stop now.” Daveed chuckled, preparing himself to pull out.

“No, no, no, please don’t.” She begged and pleaded. “please!”

Daveed took a minute to admire how broken she was and how he already fucked the sense out of her. He laughed, pushing in deeper.

“They’ll hear us.” Daveed said. “We can’t continue.”

“Turn on the music. Please, I’m desperate—“ He interrupted her with a sloppy kiss before picking her up and carrying her with him over to the speaker. He turned up the volume, the only noise they could hear was clipping., the band Daveed was in. Body & Blood was the first song to play. She blushed at the sound of his voice in the speaker. He turned off the light, the room darkening significantly. In the dressing room, there was a long strip of LED lights that wrapped around the top of the room, which he changed the color to red. Still holding her, he began to thrust into her to the beat of the song standing up.

Though the color was red, the room was still significantly dark. He lifted her up to so she bounced on it, his strong arms doing all the work. Her eyes rolled back, and she tipped her head back, the gesture not going unnoticed. He smirked, speeding up the pace so he was thrusting twice as fast as the tempo. She screamed.

He set her down on a carpet in front of the counter, hovering over her. He grabbed her hips and lifted them up for him. As he felt himself closer and closer to his release, he pounded her faster and faster like an animal, desperate for one.

He was going quadruple the speed of the tempo—she thought, she didn’t know for sure, she had no thoughts at all.

He felt himself closer and closer, until ropes of warm, sticky fluid shot out of him and into her.

She moaned loudly, shaking and twitching.

”Ride this dick.” He commanded, smirked when she obeyed. He placed his hands behind his head, watching her bounce.

She was struggling, since her legs were already sore. She moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure as she bounced faster. He moved his arms, his hands slapping and resting on her ass. “You take it so damn well.” He grunted.

He helped lift her up, his hands gripping her hips after he senses she was in pain. “Good job, babygirl.” He gently set her back down before entering again.

Body & Blood seemed to be on repeat, since it was almost its 6th time playing. “I’m already so close again,” he said, pounding harder and faster. She screamed as they reached their climax, him thrusting so fast, and then they came together, it was a mess.

Daveed turned off the music, the only sound was them panting together. He was still hovering over her, his hands spread out on each side of her. He bent his arms, leaning down to capture her mouth in a loving kiss.

He slowly pulled out, her legs twitching after the action. “You were both wrong,” he whispered. “It’s about ten and a half.”

“So it’s thick and long?” She smirked. “We’ll have to do this more often.”

“I suppose you’re right.” He smirked back before landing a kiss on her cheek. “Come home with me.” He suggested.

“What?” She asked.

“We can’t stay here, and I want to take care of you.”

“Fine, but I want ice cream.”

He stood up, holding her hands to help her to her feet. Her legs shook, threatening to trip her. In the distance, they heard Eliza’s gasp. “Already done.” He said, clipping her bra back on. He gently tugged her normal shirt on, followed by her shorts. He dug through the pile of their costumes, and found a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

“You brought clothes with you?” She asked, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

He nodded as he tugged up his sweatpants over his boxers. “You want me to walk home dressed as Thomas Jefferson?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“You don’t look bad as him.” He chuckled at her response before pulling her into a quick and passionate kiss.

“Wait, are you in birth control?” He asked suddenly. “I should have brought a condom.” He said, starting to panic.

“No, no, I’m on birth control.” She laughed. He instantly looked relieved. “Thanks for letting me hook up with you.” She whispered.

“Hook up?”

“Yeah… is there a problem?” She asked, her glance worried.

“No, of course not,” He chuckled nervously, opening the door. “I just… I thought you loved me for a second. Crazy of me, right?” He turned his head, concealing the expression on his face.

“I’ll see you later.” Daveed said as he walked away, leaving the door open for her to leave when she was ready. She ran out there, Daveed already about to turn to go downstairs.

“DAVEED!” She yelled. He perked his head up, towards her. She attempted to run to him, her legs giving out in the process. He rushed to her side, placing her head in his hand.

“Are you in pain?” he asked, inspecting her body. He pulled out a bottle of water and ibuprofen.

“Why are you carrying ibuprofen with you anyway?” she raised an eyebrow. She took a sip of water, swallowing a few pills as she waited for a response.

“I’ve been having some pain as well. In my neck.” He confessed. “You didn’t answer my question. Are you in pain?” she nodded.

“I wanted to tell you something.” She said, examining his face. He nodded as a signal to continue. “I love you.” Daveed stared at her, his gaze softening.

“Babygirl—“

“I mean it. I’ve liked you for years, even before we became friends.” She admitted, half expecting him to run away. Instead, he kissed her softly.

“I love you too. A lot. Since forever, too.” He confessed. He helped her to her feet, taking a moment to sink her presence in. He wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her walk. “Are you able to get downstairs?”

“I’m not paralyzed.” She said, slowly taking steps down.

“Is that a challenge, *last name*?” he joked. “I can go way rougher.”

She shivered but responded with, “You perv.”

They walked down the rest of the stairs, his hand still on her waist. They walk past Lin-Manuel Miranda who looks concerned.

“So, you two weren’t feeling alright, is that true?” Lin asked.

She and Daveed shared a quick glance, before she spoke. “Yes, yes, we were throwing up. We ate the same food.”

“I see. Throwing up to music, hmm?” He asked, his eyebrow raising.

“I was just showing her clipping.” Daveed cut in.

“Ah. Well everyone left already. Why didn’t you guys go home?” He said.

“We didn’t want to be a distraction.” She said. Lin stared at her legs, which were shaking.

“Your legs seem to be in pain… any explanation?” He said. “Look, I don’t wan’t you guys to lie to me. I’m not mad, it’s too late to be. I just want you to tell the truth.”

“Fine. We—“ She began, but Anthony walked past, interrupting.

“They fucked. I saw.” He sipped on a can of Coke, walking past nonchalantly.

“Is this true?” Lin asked them. They glanced at each other, and Daveed nodded his head. “It’s none of my business to scold you for that, but please don’t do it again when you’re needed on stage.”

“Thanks for understanding.” She told Lin. Daveed guided her to the door.

“Keep it in your pants next time, Diggs.” Lin joked. Daveed laughed at the joke, shaking his head.

“She makes it harder than you think.” He said to nobody in particular. He led her out to the his car, and opened the passenger seat door for her.

“I’m not completely helpless you know, I can still open a car door for myself.”

“I insist.” Daveed climbed into the drivers seat. He put the car into reverse, backing out from the parking spot. He began to drive onto the highway.

“So, about that ice cream.” She said, admiring his side profile.

He laughed and sighed. “Fine. Anything for my beautiful girlfriend.”

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he’ll never wanna be in the room where it happens again.

Christ you two get a room

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Leave Me Alone

Quick note: These are my created characters, and my created plot. This is not a fan fiction.

Genre: Dystopian and some romance.

Rating: 13+

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Chapter 3

“I spy with my little eye…” I glance around the room, and try to find an object in these four gray walls. There’s that history book, but it’s multiple colors and Shayla would be confused, since I’m teaching her the game. “Something brown.”

Shayla thinks for a minute, until a big grin forms onto her face. “Is it the bedposts?” She fidgets with excitement.

I chuckle at her eagerness, and nod my head. She squeals and stands up. “Carter, I guessed right!” She squealed at the guard. Carter turned around to give a fake smile and a thumbs up, but wore the same nonchalant expression as he turned around.

After two weeks of being trapped in here, we eventually learned the names of all of our guards, thanks to our little game we play after each rotation.

“Okay, okay, my turn.” Shayla closes her eyes to concentrate. I imagine she wouldn’t have to look to know where everything is. “I spy with my little eye… something black.”

I look around the room, examining everything. “Is it the bedsheets?” I ask. She nods her head eagerly before turning solemn.

“Do people have ages?” She asks out of nowhere. I lick my lips before answering.

“Yes. Do you know yours?” I ask back. She looks nervous and somber.

“No, I have no idea.” She looks away, hiding a tear that falls from her eyes and stains her cheek.

“That’s okay. You look like you’re sixteen.”

“Oh. What are ages anyway?”

“So…ages are the number of years you’ve been alive for.” I tell her. “For example, I’m eighteen because I was born eighteen years ago.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to play another game? I was thinking guess the number.”

“Sure. What’s that?”

“It’s a game where I think of a number, and you tell me what I’m thinking of, or just guess a number and see if you’re correct.”

“Okay!”

“Guess the number I’m thinking of.” I think of a number quickly before she responds.

“Ten!”

“Correct!” I say surprised. “Now I’m thinking of a new number.”

“Is it twenty-two?” She guesses.

“Yeah…right again…” I purse my lips. “New number.”

“Ten thousand and three hundred seventy-five.” She smiles.

“How’d you know?” I ask, my eyes wide with astonishment. “That’s incredible.”

“Well, I can’t take all of the credit.” She smiles humbly. “You told me, after all.”

“What? I didn’t tell you?” I narrow my eyes. “Are you… an Elite?”

Shayla’s eyes widen. “Quick, think of something random.” She says.

I quickly think of the first thing that comes to my mind, and of course it’s too late to change it.

“Prince…Wyatt.” She says confused. “Why would you be thinking of him?”

“I have no idea either, actually.” My cheeks flush. “But if you’re a mind reader, that could make our escape much easier.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” She says. She watches me race over to the barred door. “You need a key, and I’m pretty sure they threw out it when they locked me here. Sorry.” Shayla looks like she could burst into tears.

I walk up the ladder and into my bed. Shayla is talking about the dungeon like I don’t already know, but I don’t say anything because I know talking passes the time for her.

“We’re only fed once a week, so you have to eat a small portion each day so you’re not completely hungry.” I slam my face into the pillow, but not my ears. “And, we’re allowed to shower, but only once a month and for five minutes I guess they don’t bother paying for it, since it’s extremely cold.”

I look back up, and my pillow flips over quickly. I notice a piece of white paper underneath it. I quickly throw the pillow out of the way, and grab the slip. It reads,

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart. If the soldiers find you, tell them the phrase, ‘I need to get to the white room.”

I feel the weight of an object attached, and turn it around to see a golden key attached by a measly strip of clear tape. “Shayla!” I yell silently. I show her the shiny piece of metal, and her eyes widen.

She makes her way over to our bunk beds and says, “We leave tonight.”

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Leave Me Alone

Quick note: These are my created characters, and my created plot. This is not a fan fiction.

Genre: Dystopian and some romance.

Rating: 13+

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Chapter 2

I clutch my throbbing arm tightly as I scurry to my feet. The walls are grey and moldy. Is this a dungeon? I notice a small window on the top of the wall. It’s blocked by a set of thin bars.

“I wouldn’t try that.” I jump as I hear the sound of a raspy voice behind me. “Trust me, if it worked, I would have been gone a long time ago.”

“Who are you?” I ask. In front of me is a girl with light blue skin, black eyes that hide her pupils, and hair the color as deep as the blue ocean. Her lips are a nice shade of dark blue, and so is her tongue. The only thing on her body that isn’t blue, is her teeth and the outside of her eyes. She’s obviously been starved, since her hospital gown fails to conceal the lines of her ribs.

“My name is 01762. What’s yours?” She asks. She looks nervous, like I’m the one who could hurt her.

“I’m Akala. Akala Wambers.” I manage to say with a smile.

“You aren’t from here, are you?” She raises a deep blue eyebrow. “You have…letters.” I let her examine me closely. She seems interested in my silver eyes.

“Well…I probably won’t remember 01762, so do you have a dream name you wished your name was?” I ask her as she lightly takes a strand of my hair.

“Well…sometimes I wish my name was Shayla.” She blushes a nice shade of blue. Her expression quickly turns somber. “Wishful thinking, though. It’s not like they would let me out and give me the name Shayla.”

“I think your name is beautiful, Shayla.” I say to her, and she looks up at me with a big grin. “Now, do you know about any exits? I really hate this place.”

“As do I. But I’ve lived here my whole life, and I still don’t know about any escapes.” She stares at the floor and clasps her hands together in front of her body. “There are guards outside of this place too. It’s nearly impossible.”

I look over to a set of beds stacked onto each other. Bunk beds. For multiple prisoners. “Bunk beds.” I say nonchalantly.

“Yeah. You can have the top one.” She smiles. “I’m scared of heights.”

I smile back and climb onto the top bunk. There’s just enough room to sit up fully. “I reckon I’ll be here for a while, so I should probably get comfortable now.”

She nods, and I ruffle the blankets. They’re nice for giving beds, but not nice enough apparently to provide pillows. I lay on the bed on my back, facing the ceiling with chipped white paint.

There is a long silence.

Shayla breaks the awkward moment. “Do you want to play a game?” Her grin is mischievous.

I lift my head to peer over at her. No physical game. I climb down so I’m at her level.

“What is it?” I ask curiously, desperate for anything to pass the time.

“The guards will come soon, the game is to shout a random name and see if it’s theirs.” She smiles brightly and positions herself in front of the bars.

“That makes sense I guess. Sure.” I sit next to her and wait. “I really need a distraction right now.”

Sure enough, the guards come marching in and position themselves in front of a cell. There has to be at least thirty-five guards in here.

“Okay, here we go.” Shayla whispers. “Tom.” She says loud enough for the guard to hear.

He doesn’t react.

“Dominic.” Nothing.

“Geoff.”

“Ashton.”

Dexter, Leo, Bill, William, Gregory, Zane, Salvester, Tim, Rowdy, Hans, Andy, Andrew, Michael, Tristan.

“Cameron.” I say, and he snaps his head back with a disgusted look, like we’re a pathetic mutt who’s following him around. We giggle and crawl away from view.

“There are new guards every twenty-four hours, so Cameron will be our guard for a while…” Shayla says, suddenly serious.

“Do you know of any other games?” I ask curiously.

“No. But there is something in here that could pass the time,” She says as she crawls over to a shelf in the corner. She picks up a thick book with the title ‘The Empire.’ She hands me the book, and I take it.

I open up to a random page, page seven hundred and fifty-two. The Royal Family. I skim through the text, and I see the names, ‘King Daniels, Prince Wyatt, and Prince Liam.’

I’m intrigued.

I have no idea who Prince Wyatt is, even though he greeted me at my arrival.

“Prince Wyatt, the son of King Daniels and first to the throne. While his first name is unknown, people had guesses from the day he was born. Eldest brother to Liam Daniels, who will grow up to serve the heir and be his lieutenant.

“Prince Wyatt is eighteen years old, and is expected to become king at an estimated age of twenty-three. Though Prince Wyatt is royal, he has and is expected to serve in wars.” I read out loud.

“So he’s the same age as me?” I ask nobody in particular.

“I don’t think so, this book has been here for a long time.” Shayla points out.

“Is there a way to check?” I close the book and open the cover, skimming for details on the year it was printed. I found it. “Made four years ago. He must be twenty-two.”

“Yeah. One day they just threw this in my cell a long time ago.” She says quietly.

“Wait, so that means…” My eyes widen.

“He’s going to be king soon.”

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A little bit about my series

My series, Leave Me Alone, has some small words and crossed out words.

Anyway I was just going to explain them. Some have spoilers, so I won’t say,

The small words are things she thinks that she wishes she didn’t think.

Crossed words are a mix of two things.

One is something she could be shot for saying.

Another is *a spoiler for the series.*

*Im very aware the title of it is kind of childish….*

[krylng]

Leave Me Alone

Quick note: These are my created characters, and my created plot. This is not a fan fiction. Fanart is allowed, though I doubt this will ever be that popular.

Genre: Dystopian and some romance.

Rating: 13+

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Chapter 1

I ran my slim, pale fingers through my fake, brown locks. The teacher is talking about the Empire, the group of powerful people that rule our nation; they are not fair leaders. Schools are legally required to teach us about them. Instead of math, science, and Spanish, we learn their history and consequences if we ever dare to step out of line.

I would be shot dead if I said this out loud, but the Empire is stupid. An Empire is supposed to be fair to its citizens, yet we live in slums and poverty. Most of us at least; not the rich citizens. They live in the palace with the members of the Empire.

The Empire is a disease.

Our teacher—Mr. Wiles— teaches us, but is observed by soldiers in our army. Soldiers with heavy guns and armor. Soldiers who would kill children if they did so much as speak out of turn.

They would kill children if they were different.

That’s why I conceal my hair with a wig, though I doubt there are any rules on the color of your hair. I’ve learned it’s better to be safe than sorry in this civilization.

Our schools don’t have grades or levels, but I’m surrounded by other eighteen year olds. I’m not exactly sure when school ends for adults.

Though Mr. Wiles is legally required to talk about the Empire, he likes to challenge us when we least expect it. Unfortunately for me, he has chosen to do it the day I don’t pay attention.

The challenge today is trivia. It’s simple; answer right, you’re safe. Answer wrong, and there is a punishment, though nobody knows what it is since it happens in a different room.

“Oh, this one is an easy one.” Mr. Wiles says as he pulls the card out from the stack. “When was our Empire founded?” He glances around the room. He looks for a kid who is fidgeting or sweating. “Ralph, can you tell me the answer?” He has chosen his prey.

Ralph clears his throat before answering. “Nineteen forty-two, sir.”

Mr. Wiles refrains from smiling as he pulls another card out. “What are the names of our leaders?” He chuckles. “This one may be challenging. Grey.”

Grey looks up with her bright, blue eyes. “Lieutenant Hales, Colonel Mark, Prince Wyatt, Smith, and King Daniels, sir.” She said in no particular order.

“Very good, though you left out the council. I’ll let it slide, but please don’t make that mistake next time.” He says as he shuffles the card back into the pile. He looks through all the cards instead of pulling randomly. His focus slips and his eyes blink green; nobody notices but me. “Akala. What are the meanings of hair colors?” His smile is wicked.

It’s like he sees right through me. Like he knows my secret. How is this possible? I gulp silently and clear my throat. “The meaning of hair colors? Umm…” The truth? I had no idea.

“Mr. Wiles, I believe we’ve never been taught about the significance of hair colors—“ A kid interrupts my thinking. He could be shot for that.

“Not now, Liam.” Mr. Wiles dismisses. “Akala should know, since she’s hiding something.”

My heart hammers loudly in my chest. “The meaning of hair colors…is status.” I guessed.

“Not bad, Ms. Wambers. Though there are more meanings to hair colors, which is today’s lesson.” He smiles. “Class is almost over, so I’ll keep this brief. The meaning of hair colors are, yes, status, but also power and love.

“Power—Abilities are something that will be triggered in adulthood. Abilities are only gifted to those with wealth and power, meaning most of you won’t get one. Yes, most.

“And Love—soulmates. Most people have a soulmate. The people with power have contrasting hair colors, meaning that someone with red hair might be soulmates with someone with brown hair. One rare, one common. Also black and white hair. Complete opposites.

“Now, how do you know that someone is your soulmate? Hair of course, but also contrasting abilities. Day and Night. Fire and Water. Yes, multiple people have the same hair color, and yes, multiple people have the same abilities, but nobody has the same hair color and ability.” He pauses for questions.

“If we don’t get abilities, how do we know who our soulmate is?” Ralph asked.

“Very good question, you don’t. Since everyone here is a commoner, you will never know, but you will have one nonetheless. Only Elites will know, since our population and power relies on them.” The bell rattles above the clock.

We are dismissed.

School lasts around an hour, and is only on Wednesdays, because this pathetic Empire doesn’t have that much history and needs to be spread out so people can learn for years. I know, stupid.

“Ms. Wambers, may I speak with you?” Mr. Wiles plops onto his chair and rearranges papers. The soldiers left. Suspicious.

I pivoted on my foot and walked back to his desk; I say nothing.

“I knew your answer was a guess, but I’m greatly appalled you don’t know anything about your own hair.” He adjusts his glasses and pauses. “Don’t look at me like that. I saw you tuck a strand of snow white hair under that artificial wig.”

He pauses again. “Take it off.” My eyes widen at his request, but I’d be a fool to reject someone with soldiers wrapped around his finger. I slowly pull the wig off and let it fall onto his desk.

“You don’t belong here.” His tone terrifies me, but I stay calm. “Someone with hair such as yourself doesn’t belong in this area of the Empire.” He snaps his fingers, and dozens of soldiers in armor from head to toe walk out of nowhere. They point their armory at me as two soldiers grab my arms and pull me out of the classroom. Frightened eyes of students and other teachers stare at me as I am pulled to my demise. I remembered they have never seen me with white hair, but the chances of that being the reason they’re staring is extremely low. I’m being escorted by the military, of course they’re staring.

They pull me outside, a long, black limousine waiting for us. I am pushed inside roughly, and they slam the door on me. The limousine instantly drives off, and I watch as the school disappears and is replaced by dozens, hundreds, thousands of dark trees. We pass homeless people, people living in slums, huts, cottages, houses, mansions. The houses get better and better as we drive. I look in front of me for the first time. We’re approaching a dark black palace.

The driver presses a button, and the long gates open for us. He pulls forward, the path curving around a fountain of fresh blue water. The closer we get, the more detail I see on the castle. The wall around the door is coated in beautiful black gems and diamonds. The limousine door is opened, and I am greeted by a man with black hair and cold jet black eyes. He’s wearing a basic outfit, trousers and a tight, white workout shirt that shows the outline of his abs. I almost laugh at the black cape that hangs from his broad shoulders.

“You must be Akala Wambers.” His voice isn’t accusing, but calm and nonchalant. He isn’t excited to see me, but isn’t dreading the visit. His voice is smooth and deep, making my name sound important.

“Yes, that’s me…” I look around.

“We’re at the palace.” He says, and my expression darkens. He’s obviously amused by my reaction. “Wyatt.” He introduced himself, but doesn’t extended an arm. He bows. I give him a confused look, and he chuckles.

“Prince Wyatt.” He says proudly, before wrapping his fingers around my wrists, and pulling my ear to his mouth. “But you may call me Wyatt.”

“Is there a difference?” I ask and he chuckles. I don’t dare to move.

“Why yes, everyone is to call me Prince Wyatt. Not you.” I raised my eyebrow, and open my mouth to speak before he interrupts. “You may call me Prince Wyatt, but I’m just giving you some options.”

“What about entitled bastard?” I say, and instantly purse my lips to avoid saying something again. To my surprise, he lets out a dark chuckle.

“How would you know if I’m a bastard yet, sweetheart?” It amazes me how I could call him something so rotten, and he could reply with calling me something so sweet. “Though I wish to see you again, I’m afraid it’s not my decision to make for what happens to you.”

Oh right. That’s why I’m here. To be executed.

Two guards are waiting for me. They guide me inside.

The palace is beautiful—the entrance is embellished in diamonds and pearls. The chandelier is decorated with dozens of lit candles, and colored in a smooth gold. There are paintings of the royal family with a sleek golden frame. I would admire it more, but I didn’t have any time to before they pulled me into a hallway downstairs in the basement. The basement was made from rotting concrete and smelled musty. The contrary to the rest of the palace. I am thrown into a small room the shape of a box.

I hear the bar door slam.

Shit. I’m trapped in what appears to be an insane asylum.

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Leave Me Alone

Hi! I’m going to try to start a Trilogy, the Leave Me Alone Trilogy. I don’t know how I’m going to be formatting this, maybe in chapters. I shouldn’t put the whole thing in one post though. I will try to put 1-2 chapters in each post. Maybe one day I will put it all in one post.

Anyway, I should get started on this series.

update: i quit! 😊😊☺️☺️😜😜😝😝😜

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Reckless by Lauren Roberts

the ending was AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CANT WAIT THAT LONG FOR THE NEXT BOOK, FEARLESS! KITT WHEN I CATCH YOU, KITT! APRIL… I CANT WAIT THAY LONG,,.. “SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY FOREVER, NOW ILL WATCH HER BECOME SOMEONE ELSES!” WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY PAEDYN AND KAI WERE SO HAPPY UNTIL KITT! 😡 anyway it was a good book!