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[merope-and-laney]

Sunrises

Totally not a bit from an unpopular, unfinished fic I have sitting somewhere.

"So those siblings," Maddox started, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

"I think something is definitely going to happen between them," I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yes! Absolutely. There is no way it won't."

"Exactly, she is very free-spirited, and he is way too overprotective of her. It's going to come back and bite one of them in the ass one day."

"I bet it's going to be Octavia."

"Nah, definitely Bellamy."

"Wanna bet?" he asked, turning his face towards me.

I raised an eyebrow, or it at least felt like I did, at him, "What do we have to bet with?"

I could see Maddox's face fall, then change to an expression of wonder, before his face lit up, "Whenever it happens, whoever lost, owes the winner a favor."

"Deal."

Maddox reached out his hand to me for a handshake with a large smile on his face, and I shook his hand, with a smile of my own, albeit smaller.

Then I could feel something warm on my cheek and I turned to look. What I saw was breathtaking, and not in the floating way, but instead out of pure awe.

The sun was starting to rise, but since there were still many trees in the way, the light was being split up by the leaves and branches. It looked like the outline of the tree was getting illuminated by the brilliant, bright, and warm light. Another thing I liked about the sun was that the light it gave off wasn't that depressing, pale, and cool light of fluorescence, but instead was a warm shade that gave off a bright color. It may have taken my eyes a while to get used to it, but now that I have, there is no way I would ever willingly deal with artificial lighting again.

If the light shining through the trees wasn't pretty enough, a minute later the sky near the horizon turned a bright shade of orangey-pink. It was a color I had only ever seen on a screen before, but that was nowhere close to the color I could see now.

That morning I learned one more thing about myself since coming onto Earth; I loved sunrises.

I could only imagine how pretty the opposite, sunsets, would be. I hadn't really paid attention last night, but I would make sure I would tonight.

We sat and watched until the sun had come up enough for the pretty colors to fade into the bright blue that was the sky.

Maddox then spoke up, a serious tone taking over his voice, "Hey Darcy?"

"Yes?"

"Can you promise me that we will stick together?" he asked, looking down at his hands.

I gave a small laugh, "I promise, it would be a little dumb of me to say no."

I was too lazy to find something to be my sample writing, so enjoy this.

[merope-and-laney]

Merope and Laney Intro Post

Just two teenage girls writing for funzies with two VERY different writing styles.

Merope-

Sample writing

Fandoms:

- Harry Potter

- Hannibal

- KNY/Demon Slayer

- MHA/BNHA

- AOT/SNK

- The Great

- House

- Solo Leveling

- God of Highschool

- South Park

- Nosferatu

- Original Made Stories

- Assassination Classroom

-Naruto

-Black Clover

-Bungo Stray Dogs

-Red, White & Royal Blue

-Just ask, cause I read quite a few classical books and I've watched more things ofc, I just can't think..

Dos:

- Anything basically (ex: cannibalism)

Don’ts:

- Horrid Kinks

- Incest

- Beastiality

Genres:

- Smut

- Fluff

- Angst

-Romance

-Just ask!!

Laney-

sample writing

Fandoms:

- Harry Potter

- Percy Jackson (PJO+HOO)

- The 100 (seasons 1-3)

- KNY/Demon Slayer

- MHA/BNHA

- AOT/SNK

- Tokyo Revengers

- Naruto

- Tokyo Ghoul (seasons 1+2)

Dos:

- Character x reader

- Character x oc

- Oc x oc

- Soulmate AUs (my beloved)

- AUs in general

- Smaus (text + twitter)

Don’ts:

- Sexual content

- Neko Characters, or any animal based characters for the purpose of romanticizing or sexualizing

- Pedophilia as an actual romance, or any large age gap ie: 19 and 30

- Incest or ‘step-‘ anything

-Character x character, sorry lol

Genres:

- Fluff

- Plain Plot

- Angst (light or heavy)

Reqs are open!

If you request just state what you want and say who you want to write it!

[merope-and-laney]

Marzipan

(By Merope)

Disclaimer! This story is also posted on my ao3 account!

It was a lovely Sunday morning and Tom was resting on the couch. His feet were propped up on the table as he read his book. A soft smile rested on his face as he glanced towards the kitchen. In there stood his lovely husband of three years. It was domestic for them. Harry was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He had on an apron that said “Kiss the Kitten!” that Orion got him as a gag gift on their wedding day. In remembrance of that he marked his book and placed it on the table, then brought his wedding ring up to his mouth and gave it a small kiss. 

He looked into the kitchen and saw Harry dancing around and singing to the Frank Sinatra record he had playing. Slowly he got up from his seat on the couch and made his way into the kitchen. Harry paid him no mind and continued cutting up onions. With a smile he went over and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and put his face into his neck taking a deep breath.

“My soul?” Harry asked, very calmly, like he knew Tom was going to do that.

Tom only hummed and placed a kiss onto his neck. He heard Harry laugh, then did it once more, squeezing him tighter. 

“What are you making?” His voice was muffled in Harry’s neck. 

Harry put his knife down and slowly dragged Tom with him to wash his hands. Though once the onion smell and everything was off, he turned in Tom’s arms to face him. He laid a soft kiss to his mouth and wrapped his arms around his neck. 

“I’m only prepping for lunch. I was waiting till you came in here before I started to make breakfast.”

Tom said nothing, only laid his head on Harry’s and held him closer. 

“What’s one food you’ve said you’ve wanted me to make you since our wedding night?”

Tom let him go for a moment, then kissed him. “Marzipan..”

“Marzipan.”

One kiss.

Two kisses.

Tom was kissing his entire face. All Harry could do was laugh and he tugged Tom closer and kissed him hard. 

“I thought you might like it, especially after finally getting the Defense position,” The words that slipped from his tongue were like honey. A small kiss was placed on Tom’s temple. “You the Defense teacher and me an Unspeakable. We’ll rule Magical Britain one day.” 

Tom’s slightly forked tongue, licked over his sharper canines. He cupped Harry’s cheeks and kissed him hard. Harry’s back was bent over the sink as he kissed down his throat. “I love you, My Soul,” Tom whispered and kissed his lips, barely biting the bottom and pulling it. 

“I love you too.”

♱

“TOM NO THAT’S THE WRONG FLOUR-” Harry shouted, startled, but it was too late. Tom had already put the rice flour in. 

Harry groaned and walked over to an apologetic Tom. He took the food processor away from him and grumbled.

“If you want to help then you’ll listen to me.”

Tom grumbled an apology and took the processor back from Harry and dumped it out. “You just said put in one and a half cups of flour though.”

“The ingredients were right in front of you and I even told you I already put it in a bowl.”

“I thought that was powdered sugar.”

“They’re two different colors, Honey.”

He stayed quiet then went and kissed Harry.

“No, Tom, go sit at the table.”

“You said I could help.”

“You can mix things later..”

Tom sighed and watched Harry move around the kitchen like he was meant to be there. A loud noise was made when the food processor was turned on to break the lumps in the flour and powdered sugar. Everything Harry did was with precision, he added the almond extract and rose water, then mixed again. Tom watched his hips sway to the music and all he wanted to do was grab ahold of them. Though reluctantly he sat down, but only watched Harry more. He watched closely as he put the egg whites in and turned it on once more still it looked doughy.

“Watching me Tom, or watching what I’m doing?” Harry asked, his face turned away from him as he took it out of the processor. 

Tom rested his chin on his hand as he tilted his head, “A bit of both, My Soul.”

Harry chuckled and brought the dough and a tiny bowl of water over to Tom. “If it won’t knead well add a tiny touch okay, love?” 

He sat the things on the table and kissed the top of his head. “Now have at it, pretty boy.”

Tom groaned and grabbed his waist in response. Pulling him closer until Harry fell on his lap. Flour was covering Harry’s shirt and he had some on his cheeks. Tom rested one arm around his waist and the other brushing flour away.

“You’re a tease you know?” Harry asked, resting his head against Tom’s.

“I’m the tease?” Tom pulled back from Harry in a fake shock.

Harry only kissed him in response. 

♱

Harry was still sitting in his lap, with his arm tucked into his neck as he kneaded the dough and formed it onto a log. Every once in a while Harry would place a soft kiss on his neck and play with his longer hairs. 

“Can I eat it now?” Tom asked, already picking off a piece and putting it in his mouth. 

Harry only mumbled, “You say this as you’re eating it, Tommy, don’t ask if you’re just going to do it.”

Tom kissed the top of his head, “Thank you for this, doll.”

Harry nuzzled closer into his neck, “Mhmm, anything, Tommy.”

[merope-and-laney]

Letter

(By Merope)

It was the end of the road for him. He knew it, oh god he knew it. Each day was more sluggish than the last. The signs all pointed to the end. With some struggle he forced himself to sit at his desk. A blank sheet of paper and a fountain ink pen stared at him. Lowly he picked up the pen and began to write. He did not know if this would be his last letter.

'My Darling, My Demon

I do believe that you have brought upon my end. Everything points its finger to you. At one point I had begun to believe that you were capable of compassion and love to a mere fallen moral like me. Oh, I was wrong, so terribly wrong. My Dear Demon, you will forever hold a special place within my now rotting heart. You have done more things to me than imaginable. I have begun to realize that there is a chance you will not even read this before I have someone come and see my maggot infested body. Tears have threatened to fall at this thought; you are the only one who cares for me. The only to have ever bothered to check up on me. I gift you my heart, my body, my soul. You have all of me at the end of this short life.

You have been in my earliest memories of life, all 23 years. Yet, the majority of those could be what other people perceive as torture. None of the time that we have spent together has been torture, you must understand that. All this has brought me is pure pleasure, knowing I have someone. You have almost run me over; I have given you my flesh to feast upon. I did it out of what I consider to be love. You showed me love; you showed me the way normal mortals' function. Though, in the end here I am sitting and rotting away. I can already feel the maggots crawling underneath my skin. I was to rip it all off.

I am covered in my own blood. It's nearing the end my time is almost up, My Demon. Oh, please you must remember me. I beg of you. I pray to you, I worship you.

Do not leave me to die alone. I need you.'

The pen fell from his hand as maggots ate through his skin. It was his time. He screamed for his demon.

6 days later maggots consumed his flesh: leaving nothing but his heart and bones. The demon showed up and took them. Never once did he cry over his loved one. He picked up the letter yet never read it, it was bloodied, and the ending was smudged.