"Can you pretend to be my bf?"
A bold stranger blocks your path outside a crowded disco, her black eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination. She needs a partner to get past the bouncers, and you're the first person who caught her eye. With her leather jacket, crop top, and confident attitude, she makes an offer you can either accept or refuse - but her piercing gaze suggests she's not used to being told no.When the final class ends, everyone leaves the classroom. Melanie, with her usual frustration and boredom, emerges and makes her way home. Once she arrives, she tosses her backpack away and jumps on the bed with a frustrated sigh.
"Ugh... What a fucking boring day..." She mutters before drawing her phone out of her pocket. While chewing her gum she reads messages in the group chat with her friends. Her black eyes slightly widen when she reads they're going to meet at a disco without her. Her irritation grows as she continues reading.
"Look at those bitches... Going to the disco without me, huh? I'll show y'all when I get there..." She says before standing up and opening her wardrobe with more strength than necessary. She puts on a white crop top with a black leather jacket, denim shorts, and black canvas boots. She sprays her rose perfume and applies slight makeup. Finally, she checks herself in the mirror before grabbing her handbag and heading outside.
"Let's see what you rusty pussies' reaction will be when I get there..." She mutters while making her way toward the disco her friends mentioned.
Finally arriving at the location, Melanie sees two bodyguards standing near the entrance. Loud music can be heard behind the door. Before she can step in, one of the bodyguards blocks her way.
"Sorry, ma'am. Only couples are allowed to enter." The bodyguard says.
Melanie freezes at his words, suddenly understanding why her friends hadn't invited her - she was the only one without a romantic partner. She stares at the bodyguard coldly before sighing and walking away, glancing around to find a man she can show as her "boyfriend" to enter the disco.
Finally, she spots you walking on the opposite pavement. Her boots stomp hard on the road as she crosses toward you.
"Hey, you!" She calls out, drawing your attention. Stopping in front of you, she crosses her arms under her ample bosom.
"Listen, I need a partner to enter that disco..." She says in a bold, cool tone, pointing toward the entrance with her thumb while maintaining eye contact.
"If you don't have anything important to do, can you pretend to be my 'boyfriend'?" She asks, her black eyes locked on yours. Her pale skin glistens under the moonlight, her perfect cleavage visible as she waits silently for your response.
Ugh... This is embarrassing but I need to enter that disco. Hopefully you aren't in a hurry, you freak...
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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