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drkcnry67 · 1 year

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series/general masterlist

A/N: this is the list i am compiling of EVERYTHING i've written. so its all easy to find later on or if anyone is interested... the series dont have a general series title so i will kinda go by pairing or just use the title of the first part if there is multiple of the same pairing for multiple series. If the story is apart of a different challenge I will mark it as such... And at the bottom of this list of series is the masterlist for the rest of my stories. enjoy and happy reading. Also it's not finished yet no links have been inserted yet... I will add links as I go along...

JUST TO BE SAFE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 CAUSE I CAN'T FOR THE LIFE OF ME REMEMBER WHAT THE HECK I WROTE... ITS BEEN TOO MANY STORIES TO REMEMBER WHAT EACH ONE IS...

total number of stories written and composed=

legend:

if marked with a star☆ its apart of a challenge

if marked with a diamond◇ its part of a bingo

◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

~twisted supernatural fairy tales~

red riding hood

cinderella

sleeping beauty

aladdin

beauty and the beast

snow white

~MCU~

The proposition

want to do something crazy? -part 1 -part2

confessions while on vacation

i'll always save you

teaching time

you're my barista

thunderstorm wedding

is it him or me

what do i get if i win

you fight well & i like you alot, lets bang

i will find you and be with you evermore

living the elevator fantasy

one guy, one girl, one voice, one song

i have loved you forever, let's see where this goes.

~DC~

you are -part 1 -part 2

united as legends -part 1 -part 2

dark arts -part 1 -part 2

reveal for the sake of love

is it true

take it off

the canary and the siren

omg im on fire

☆3 little words i love you

☆i did this to protect you

☆my sister my submissive

~SUPERNATURAL~

◇That was the best night of my life

◇your demons are my darkness

scratch'd or bitten?

do not stay late with your boss

to find what you were missing

are you the other half of my tattoo

you are my alpha

you are in my heart forever

how to recognize the other half of your heart

summertime blues, love and hunts

submit to us B**** or die

you killed my love

what happens when you bring home an unknown substance

all i wanted is for you to be happy

oops sorry wrong boy toy

my alpha my omega

is this where you spent 6 months

when you call my name

from siren to professor

this choice affects not just your present but your future as well

◇thunder like a gunshot

◇please dont make me do this

◇you always save me, let me save you

◇you know i'm pretty sure guns and water dont mix

◇your breathing makes me weak

◇show and oops you dont have a choice

◇let me be your saving grace

◇come back to me

◇age doesnt matter, i love you for you

◇you're the other half of my soul

my secret is

◇you're me+i'm you=sexual desires

◇Our beginning

◇Show me

◇You don't have to do this

◇i want you to be my queen

i dont mind if we share clothes

◇how embarassing -part 1 -part 2 -part 3 -part4

castle full of legend -☆part 1 -part 2

☆should something happen to me -part 1 -part 2

☆Do you have any clue -part1 -part2 -part3

i know not who you are but dance with me -part 1 -part 2

☆I think we are meant to be -part1 -part2 -part3

☆Unexpected love -part1 -part2

Just an ordinary girl -☆part1 -☆part2 -part3

At long last I found -☆part1 -part2

☆supernatural christmas part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12

the bite

the vow

good doggy

i did it

i figured it was time for this

be unknown to rise the phoenix

arranged to keep her safe

rebellion

when you call my name

take our place

not here, not now, this is too public

are you the other half of my tattoo

christmas teasers

christmas truth or dare

christmas role reversal

~HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE~

together forever -part 1 -part 2 -part 3

You think I want to -part1 -part2

☆hogwarts christmas -part 1 -part 2 -part 3 -part 4 -part 5 -part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15 part 16 part 17 part 18 part 19 part 20 part 21 part 22 part 23 part 24 part 25

~OTHER~

☆one night -part 1 -part 2

we have a secret -part 1 -part 2

Never let me go -part1 -part2

princess in the wrong place -part 1 -part 2

do not stand at my grave and cry (DC/SPN)

#masterlist #series #compilation

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gio-writes · 2 years

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apologies

*blinks* has it really been that long? aw shit.

look, i am so. SO. SORRRRYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for my absence from working on The Unwinding Season or any fic for that matter. late last year, i went through so many life changes. i have a full-time job now which has been a blessing financially and for my healthcare. but boy is it a time and energy sucker. right around the same time, I got my first apartment on my own and i enjoy living indepently and furnishing it, but adult life is HARD. i also went through a couple losses around the same time, my 18 year old cat Honey and my grandmother. both of them were of advanced age, so you come to expect their departures, but it doesn't always make it easier.

BUT after all that, i feel like i'm back into the groove of writing again. it just took....... almost a year. i'm really sorry about that. as i've started up again, i rediscovered that writing is fun. i missed getting to write the castlevania characters again. also i'm excited for Nocturne where we get a new cast + alucard. i'll sorely miss trevor, sypha, and greta though, so i really need to finish the season 5 that's been fermenting in my head.

you know what they say about that vintage wine, huh. as a token for all the waiting you've done, I've added a sneakity peakity for chapter 7 of The Unwinding Season under the cut. at least it's a part i feel like i've edited enough. please stay tuned for more updates.

The guilt set in sooner than Greta expected, a nagging sensation that grew stronger in time like the throbbing in her hand from Daniil’s rock of a head. Not that she regretted knocking him onto his arse, that she’d been itching to do for years. But she lost her composure in front of an audience, and he used it against her.

It wasn’t even the first time.

Once when they were children, he’d flung her treasured doll high into a tree far too tall for her short legs and arms to climb. She shoved him into the dirt. A fair trade, or so she thought. That night, his mother’s protests in Iulian’s hut were shrill enough for the entire village to hear. Greta had sat outside waiting for her punishment. Her heart throbbed with worry. Again, there would be no home for her. She was the daughter of his late friend, not blood like Daniil. From then on, her fate was a candle in the wind.

But after she stormed out of the hut, cold eyes regarding her as she trudged over muddy ground, Iulian shuffled out and he gave Greta a wink and a clap on the shoulder. “The boy had it coming,” he said. “but try not to rile up his mother for my sake.”

Unless his sister could give him a strong tongue lashing in the afterlife, Iulian would hear nothing of today. Greta tried to imagine what he’d say now, what he’d make of her entrusting the village to his nephew and chasing a half-vampire through a magical mirror. Maybe he’d second-guess taking her under his wing all those years ago and rescind her title. Wouldn’t that tickle Danniil.

Maybe it’d serve her right. Anything could happen in Belmont in their absence and she would know nothing of it until they returned. Trevor and Sypha were more than capable to protect it. They would vouch for her, that she was sure of, but they were still newcomers unfamiliar with the tactics Daniil and his family used to sway people. If only she’d had time to prepare them with counterattacks, then she’d have more confidence.

The slightest twitch of her fingers sent bolts of sharp, stabbing pain through her hand. She hissed as she clutched her arm to her chest, praying for the pain to ebb with each pulse through her veins. This wouldn’t fade with sleep even if she could manage a wink. Why had she thought otherwise?

She sat up on her bed roll, careful not to jostle her hand. The swelling in her fingers and knuckles made her stomach twist into knots. Daniil’s rock of a head did its own damage on her. Alucard would notice. Not even a single night into their journey and they had a setback. Sooner or later he’d see her as a hindrance and send her back to Belmont alone. Another man whose expectations she’d fall short of and lose.

Fuck that. She was a grown woman; there was no leaving Arges without him even if he came to despise her. He’d just have to suck it up. Much like she had to swallow these doubts and fix her hand.

#gretacard

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rnufharose · 3 years

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Chapter 1

Words: About 2K

Warnings: None. Maybe some violence and a character death.

Every child is an artist.

The problem is how she can remain as such when she grows up.

It all begins with just one moment—the moment she picks up a crayon, a marker, a piece of colored chalk, or maybe a paintbrush. She uses the color red, maybe blue, or green, until her imagination blossoms and creates her hopes and dreams.

And what were her dreams? What dreams did she embrace? What honor did she protect? Well, she did many things, but as time passed and as the Planet was being sucked dry, so was the landscape. All she could see was the green lights, the iron skyline against the vibrant blue sky, reminiscent of an important person's eyes, and soon, each and every canvas was the same. The same buildings in the distance, the same children on their bicycles, the same young couple that held hands, the same schoolboy who fumbled with his phone.

To Ann, embracing her dreams was becoming much more difficult as time passed. Her time in Midgar wasn't as beautiful as it used to be when she first arrived.

It was when she was fourteen years old. She had saved up all of her money and left her hometown of Gongaga to follow her older brother where she too wanted to make it big in the greatest city on the Planet. She wanted to be an artist that would make people smile. She wanted her works to grace the canvases of every gallery where people would come from all over the sectors to see what she had painted next.

While her brother climbed the ladder and became a renowned SOLDIER for Shinra, Ann continued studying, spending the late-night hours perfecting her skills in sketching or painting while her brother slept away, his snoring sounding throughout the apartment. When she turned eighteen, she had been accepted into Midgar University, taking her place in its prestigious art program, but things changed. Ann's life grew dull, the warm and cool and pastel colors that were her world reduced to black and white, and she wasn't the same anymore.

She never picked up the color sky blue. She never looked up at the blue sky on a clear day. That very shade of blue became a constant reminder of what she had lost, and she would never see him again.

Ann was seated in her studio apartment, looking at the blank canvas propped on her easel, the city lights of Midgar just through the wide window with the skyscrapers of Sector 8 towering in the distance, Mako energy tinting the landscape a bright green with no stars to be seen in the night sky. She should have been working on her art project but she didn't feel like picking up her paintbrush, the shades of red acrylic on her palette untouched.

She breathed a heavy sigh, looking down at her lap where her hands were clasped, only to look back up when she heard a knock on her door. The brunette stood up, blue eyes set on the door, and she crossed the apartment to see just who had arrived.

"Helloooooo," a sweet voice called from the other side, and Ann knew just who it belonged to.

She unlocked the door and pulled it open, coming face-to-face with the one person who made her a life a little more vibrant. There she stood—a slightly older girl with big green eyes and an optimistic smile. Her brown hair was planted into a rope braid, tied back with a pink ribbon, and she wore a laced necktie with a flower charm along with a red bolero jacket, a pastel pink dress, and boots.

"Annie!" She greeted, wrapping her arms around the younger girl and giving her a tight hug, smelling of lilies. "Ooh, I missed you so much!" She always said that even when she had only seen her the day before.

"Hey, Aerith," Ann spoke softly before allowing her inside, closing the door behind them as the other girl walked toward the table, putting down her basket of flowers.

"I brought you those red roses you love so much," Aerith said as she took one step toward the kitchen area, opening the cabinet and pulling out an empty glass vase. "I figured you can brighten up this place. You need to surround yourself with more flowers."

"You don't have to do that," Ann chuckled a bit. "Do you want anything? Tea, maybe?"

"I'm afraid I can't stay for too long. I have more flowers to sell. You know what they say," she spoke as she filled the vase with water. "Midgar full of flowers, your wallet's full of money!"

He said that, Ann thought, walking back toward the easel and picking up the palette, washing off the acrylic in the kitchen sink.

"I see you haven't painted anything yet. Artist's block again?" Aerith wondered with an innocent tilt of her head and Ann gave a nod.

"You could say that," she said tiredly. "Sometimes... I just think I should just quit and go back to Gongaga..."

"You can't do that!" The flower girl gasped, walking away from the vase and standing at Ann's side, holding her arm with both hands, her brows furrowed with concern. "If you leave, then I'll never see you again! You're my best friend, Annie, and I'll be sad if you go..."

"Things just aren't the same anymore, Aerith," Ann shook her head, her eyes closed. "It's been a year, and nothing has changed... my world is dull... everywhere I look, all I think about is him."

Aerith pressed her lips together, gazing at the younger girl in silence, her eyes becoming melancholy. She knew exactly who Ann was referring to. That person she spoke of was important to her as well. He was the one who fell from the sky and into her bed of flowers. He was the one who helped her face of fear of the sky. His smile, his heart, his laughter, his dreams—they all became a part of her until she fell for him.

Her twenty-three wishes, her eighty-nine letters—they were all so she could see him again. Through him, she met Ann, and they became as close as sisters, and when she sensed his death a year ago, it kept her closer to Ann. She had to look after her and make sure she was okay. It hurt Aerith just as much, but she took comfort in the fact that he simply returned to the Planet.

She would see him again at one point... just not right now.

"I know," Aerith hugged Ann close, stroking her hair. "But he's always with us. You can't let his passing stop you from living. He would want you to embrace your dreams too. He will be so proud of you when you become a famous artist." She looked up for a moment, her gaze distant. "You have to keep his memory alive, and I've been doing the same thing. If I just sell more flowers, I know he'll be happy. That's what we've always wanted."

It seemed like it was only yesterday when the three of them were together. In his free time or when Ann wasn't in school, they would spend all of their time in the Sector 5 slums or the Church where Aerith's flowers grew, and they would make the best memories. They were a family and their future seemed bright, but somewhere in the back of her mind, Aerith wished she had stopped him from leaving for his mission that day, and Ann wished she had stopped him as well.

Zack... Ann thought, her eyes glistening with the onset of tears. I wish I could have told you I love you one last time... then maybe... my big brother best friend forever would still be here right now...

"Why don't we go out?" Aerith offered, pulling away from Ann and reaching forward to wipe away her tears with her thumbs before they could fall down her cheeks. "Turn those corners up. Selling a few flowers will put a pretty smile on your face and cure your artist's block!"

The younger girl was ready to politely decline, but she decided not to. Instead, she gave a single nod, the corners of her lips turning up slightly, "Alright... let's head out and sell some flowers."

"Hurray!" Aerith chirped happily, gathering her basket, and Ann gave a slight chuckle, walking toward the closet to pull out her weapon—a red rapier with a rose and gold thorns, along with three Materia slots in the hilt. It was a gift from Zack on her sixteenth birthday, and he had taught her how to wield a sword. There were more monsters in the city back when he was alive and he felt she needed to learn to protect herself in case he wasn't around.

She grabbed it, placing it at her hip where her belt held onto her red skinny jeans with black designs along the left pant leg that looked like rose petals. She grabbed her white leather jacket with its red hoodie, slipping it over her black fitted cropped shirt, and she faced the flower girl. "Ready to head out?"

"Mm-hmm," Aerith grinned, giving her a single nod, and Ann grabbed her keys. They stepped out of the apartment, locking it behind them before walking down the hallway toward the elevator, ready to fill Midgar with Aerith's vibrant yellow lilies.

******

It hadn't been long since they had left the apartment building. The streets of Midgar continued to bustle, its citizens chattering and walking about while the tires of cars raced forth and splashed against puddles. Ann and Aerith were walking through LOVELESS Avenue, the busiest street in Sector 8 which was the center of art and business. It was famous for residents who were studying in that field, as well as employees of Shinra or even the rich folks that purchased penthouse apartments at the top of the residential area. There was the local café, the art museum just down the block, the theatre where hit musicals and plays, including LOVELESS, had been held. There was the convenience store, the boutiques, the concert hall, the fountain at the center of the city sector, and just down the stairs several blocks away was the Sector 1 station.

Aerith had come to a stop in the alleyway between LOVELESS Theatre and the adjacent building, her emerald green eyes on a pipe that was slightly severed, a greenish-blue light coming out from it.

Ann had noticed her come to a halt, curiously eyeing the small light in the alleyway, "Aerith? Is everything okay?"

The flower girl was compelled to go near the light, stepping toward it and away from the busy street, crouching before the light and clasping her hands together in prayer.

Ann followed after her, standing above the slightly older woman and watching the green lights release something akin to embers. "Aerith?" She tried to grab her attention, but she was still engrossed in praying, her eyes closed. This wasn't the first time she had seen her best friend do something like this. It was almost like she was a divine being capable of sensing something otherworldly, but Ann chalked it up to her just being her quirky self as always, never questioning her.

"I hear them," Aerith spoke softly. "They're crying... they're in pain... they want help..."

"Who does?" Ann wondered, but the other girl didn't answer her. Instead, she stood up, having finished listening to the voices that echoed in her head, but her blood ran cold, the sound of howling coming from the other side of the alleyway. She flinched and looked the other way, her brows furrowed, shoulders tense.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ann inquired. Obviously, she couldn't hear the howling, but she could see the way Aerith had tensed, her eyes in the other side of the alleyway.

"I'm fine," she began before turning away, walking back toward the busy street. "L-Let's get out of here..."

"Wait!" Ann called out, following after her and still perplexed at her friend's frightened expression, and she bumped into a pedestrian, exclaiming slightly as the flowers in her basket fell to the ground.

"Hey, watch where you're going, chick!" The man barked, and the flower girl's eyes widened apologetically, bowing before him several times.

"I'm so sorry!"

He grunted, walking away and grumbling every curse word in his vocabulary while she stayed in her ninety-degree bow.

She gave a huff, straightening her stance, eyes darting toward her feet before her lips parted. "Oh no!" Aerith gasped, kneeling to grab the assortment of yellow lilies and red tulips that had fallen out of the basket.

Ann dropped her shoulders, opting to help her, grabbing the flowers as quickly as she could before anyone could step on them, and once Aerith reached for the last lily, another passerby walked past them, stepping on the flower, crushing the petals underneath his boot, and the flower girl's heart sank a little.

When he was gone, she gathered the flower in her hand, touching the petals delicately. She sighed heavily in defeat, holding it to her chest, "You poor thing..." she couldn't stand it when people stepped on flowers. "Normally... people are more careful with flowers... but he didn't even bat an eye..."

Ann looked over her expression with pity and melancholy. She knew how important flowers were to Aerith. Back when she first met her, she recalled the big scolding Zack had received when he almost stepped on her flowers. "Not many people see them in the city," Ann frowned, holding her shoulder in comfort while giving her the rest of the flowers that weren't harmed. "They often take such beauty for granted..."

"I wish they didn't," she mourned, lifting her gaze to look up to the nearly black sky, covered in smog, Mako energy, and light pollution.

"One day, I want to fill the whole city with flowers," Aerith continued. "But how can I do that when the Planet is crying out in pain?"

Ann wasn't sure how to answer that. Slowly, she pulled her hand away from Aerith's shoulder, lifting her gaze toward the sky, and she too gazed at how starless it was. Back in Gongaga, she would have seen so many of them, but this was Midgar, the iron city, and there was clearly something wrong. Zack... she thought. What would you do?

******

Somewhere in another part of Sector 8, the train was pulling into the Sector 1 station near Mako Reactor 1. Atop the train, on one of the many cars, someone was kneeling, baby blue eyes set on his destination ahead, the wind blowing in his spiky blonde hair. His hand grasped the hilt of his giant broadsword tightly before bringing it against his forehead, almost like he was paying respect to it. Then, he set it on his back, standing up from his crouched position.

He was tall, with a lithe, well-built frame, his face fair with the lightest dust of freckles dotting the bridge of his nose and cheeks. He had a tall nose, thin lips, his eyes glowing with Mako energy. He wore leather and metal gauntlets, a pauldron on his left shoulder, and the garbs of a SOLDIER First Class.

The train came to a halt, pulling into the station where two Shinra troopers were on patrol. He hid in the shadows, waiting for the right time to strike, and the troopers inspected the train before one of them was pulled into one of the cars, knocked unconscious by a young man on the heavy side who wore a yellow t-shirt, denim shorts, a red bandana, and some belts and armor.

The remaining Shinra troopers had realized his partner had been immobilized, and he followed the sound of his pained grunt, his machine gun at the ready, but another male had captured him—a young man of the same age with scruff on his face, brown spiked hair and a bandana on his own forehead. He wore a t-shirt, protective gear, and fatigues, and while he held the captured trooper, a third person appeared.

The woman kicked the trooper in the stomach, a smirk gracing her pink lips. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore breastplates over her blue shirt with brown fatigues. She giggled and watching her friend set the trooper to the ground and finally, came the leader of their little group.

He was a burly male with dark skin and tattoos, a crew cut, scars on his cheek, and a gun for an arm. His shades covered his eyes and he wore a sleeveless vest along with a wife-beater, dog tags, cargo pants, and a belt. He turned toward the top of the train, speaking in a gruff voice, "Get down here, merc."

The blonde male complied, making a grand entrance as he flipped off the train, looking ahead toward the end of the platform. It was time for their bombing mission.

My name is Cloud. SOLDIER First Class

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imagines-choices · 3 years

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Pasta - Bryce Lahela x MC

[ Bryce x MC (Kaylee) ]

Summary: you decide to help Bryce cook for him and his sister, him making a mess at some point

Author's note: this took place in the second book chapter 5 in Bryce's apartment, I just made a little bit of changes at the end

Warnings: slightly steamy

Word Count: 1,992

You eyed the bag of groceries right in front of you. "So what are you going to do with all those?"

"I dunno. Hope for the best? Unless... there's a chance you know how to cook?" Bryce replied, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"Of course I do. I'm an adult."

"Ohmygod. Could you help me out?" Before you could even respond, he knelt down to the ground and looked up at you with those eyes of his.

"Please, Kaylee. I'd owe you the world's biggest favor." How could you say no to that? He could be really persuasive sometimes. Bryce and Keiki agreed on making your suggestion, pasta, and before you know it, you were already taking out some of the groceries and laying them out on the countertop. Bryce examines everything laid in front of him on the counter with a clueless expression.

"So what happens first?"

"Where's your pot?" Bryce walked towards one of his cabinets, and opened it, revealing the pans and pots stored in it, before taking one.

"First I need you to put a pot of water on to boil."

"Excellent. That is the one cooking thing I already know how to do." Bryce smiled as he enthusiastically filled the pot with water.

"Boiling water isn't cooking, Bryce. It's so basic it's not even a skill." Keiki suddenly commented from the living room, shaking her head. You watched as the two debated about their cooking skills for a couple of seconds and rolled your eyes, a smile on your face at their ridiculousness.

"Hey Keiki, if you wanna provide commentary you'll have to do it from over here. Preferably while helping." At that, Keiki threw the remote she was holding and strides over to the kitchen, looking at all the stuff you've done so far.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Why don't you keep an eye on the water and add the noodles once it boils? Bryce can use his surgical skills to chop the vegetables and I'll start browning the meat." I suggested, taking the noodles and placing it beside her.

"I can definitely chop stuff." Bryce added as he started washing the veggies. A moment of silence passed by as I looked at Keiki. Her and Bryce had the resemblance, and if I were to see them at first, I'd say they're siblings.

"So, Keiki what was it like growing up with this guy for a big brother?" I asked, propping my elbow on the counter as I leaned against the wall, right beside Bryce.

"I dunno. He skipped out when I was in elementary school." Bryce gave her a look, both defending and guilty.

"I didn't skip out, I went to college." He argued, pausing from cutting the vegetables.

"And never came back."

"I called."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"You guys must have been close at some point, if you've come all the way here to stay with him now." You barged in, trying to defuse some of the tension.

"...I guess he used to be pretty funny."

"Used to be?" Bryce looked at her in disbelief, feigning a look of hurt. You laughed and agreed with Keiki, which caused Bryce to turn his gaze of disbelief at you now. You turned your back on Bryce to hide the grin that was making its way into your face, taking the beef off the heat and replacing it with the veggies Bryce chopped up.

"Can you open the jar of pasta sauce?" You asked Bryce, not taking your eyes off your task. Bryce mumbled a simple 'sure' before grabbing the jar from the countertop. You heard grunts and looked beside you where Bryce was struggling to open the jar.

"You good?" Keiki asked, more amused than concerned at his failed efforts.

"Just– peachy–" He struggled for a few more seconds in a weird position, the jar faced slightly upwards, before the jar burst open when you weren't paying attention. Keiki casually stepped out of the way as the sauce flew all over the place, mostly on you and your hair.

"Bryce!" His eyes widened and he tried to stifle his laugh, failing miserably. That's it. You grabbed the remains of what was left in the jar and threw it at Bryce. And again, Keiki stepped out of the way, all too amused at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Bryce covered his eyes as the sauce dripped down from his head. He grabbed a good amount of the sauce and held you in place, rubbing it all over your arm before starting to run away.

"Oh no you don't." You grabbed him by his arm and tackled him down, pinning him on the ground. Keiki rolled her eyes and stepped into the room to give you two some privacy as you fought each other. The room was filled with you and Bryce's laughs, and of course, the pasta sauce.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" He frantically apologized as you were about to pour the rest of the sauce on his face. You put the jar down and the both of you laughed. Just then you were aware that you were straddling him, splotches of the sauce dripping down from your hair.

"You're staring." Bryce raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. You quickly snapped out of it and muttered a quick apology, but before you could climb off his lap, Bryce held your hips in place and leaned upwards, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You kissed him back, not caring about the mess the two of you made for a moment.

"You taste like sauce." You laughed once the two of you parted and stood up.

"We better clean this up." Bryce suggested as he took off his dirty shirt and washed his hands in the sink. He took some cleaning supplies and started mopping the floor. At least it was only the floor that's messy.

"You should probably shower. You can use mine and ask Keiki to take one of my shirts and lend you a towel." He went back to moping before pausing to look at you with a knowing look. "Or... we could save water and shower together."

"I doubt your sister would appreciate that."

"You bet I wouldn't. Here." Keiki appeared, handing your clothes. You were surprised at how quick the girl managed to find you a set of clothes. She led you to the bathroom, and you thanked her before completely enjoying yourself in the shower.

A few minutes later, you were out of the shower in Bryce's shirt and shorts, hair dripping wet.

"My turn." Bryce said as he walked into the bathroom, and you took notice of the clean kitchen he just finished cleaning. You finished up the pasta, despite it being cold, and silently thanked Bryce in your head for buying two jars of pasta sauce. You called Keiki who was sitting on the living room sofa, plating the food you just made, and setting it down on the table. With amazing timing, Bryce walked out of his room, hair still wet, and walked towards the dining table. You tried not to focus on his shirtless form, the lower part of his body merely covered with a towel and leaving the rest to your imagination.

"Ew quit the tension." You regained focus as Keiki snapped at the both of you, Bryce grinning from ear to ear as he slid a shirt on.

"You so did that on purpose." You gently nudged Bryce on the side as he sat beside you, and he gave you a cheeky grin.

"I don't know what you mean." He shrugged, the smile still evident on his face. He sniffed the smell of the meatballs laid out right in front of you and nonchalantly hummed to himself.

"Smells good." He said, before trying to take a piece of meatball from your plate. You slapped his hand away as it was just inches away from the meatball. Pouting, he dug into his own plate, you and Keiki following afterwards.

"This is delicious."

"It's pretty good."

"You're welcome." The three of you finished up the rest of your dinner and talked for about half an hour before Keiki yawned and stood up.

"Is there a bed I can crash on?" Bryce looked up at Keiki and pointed towards the door near us.

"Take mine. Just don't go snooping around in there." Quickly thanking you for dinner, Keiki heads to Bryce's room and you heard the door slam close before Bryce sighed beside you. He got up to put the dirty dishes in the sink before sitting on the couch. You saw his tired out face, dark circles under his eyes evident as you made your way towards him, frowning. For a moment he looked up at you before staring at the TV that was right in front of him, and patted the couch next to him. You took that as your signal to sit down and you couldn't help the worry that edged onto your face as you stared at his worned out state. He leaned back and rested his head against the back of the couch with a wince.

"Looks like I'm sleeping here tonight." Your frown slowly turned into a smile as something came into mind.

"Bryce... so what you're saying is that we're currently in bed together..." You trailed off and Bryce grins at you, the traces of his sadness gone in an instant.

"That's exactly right." His grin grew even wider, and before you could process what was happening, he was pouncing on you, capturing your lips in his own. You let out a giggle as he grabbed your side and tried pushing the both of you into a more comfortable spot. His tongue slowly parted your lips, granting him access as he pushed you back into the soft cushions.

"Mmm..." He let out a groan as your tongues met, gently stroking at your waist. You hastily tugged his shirt over his head, flinging it aside before feeling him all over.

"I've missed this view." You said in between kisses, your hand grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"All you ever have to do is ask." You let out a moan as he kisses you harder, his body pressing urgently against you, and you whined when he parted the kiss. "Besides you just saw me shirtless."

"Shut up." You pulled him back to you and wrapped your legs around his torso, your lips pressing hard, but softly at the same time against his. The hardness in between his legs was very much prominent and pressing against you, showcasing his evident need for you. You slowly rocked your hips forward, earning a loud groan from Bryce as he raked his hands up the back of your -his- shirt.

The both of you were fighting for dominance, you pushing him back against the couch, when he slowly unclasped your bra. You quickly held his hand and parted from the kiss to stop him.

"We... we should stop." You were panting as he trailed kisses from your jaw to your neck to your collarbone, his hands running up and down your sides. "I don't think your kid sister would appreciate us making love in the living room while she's trying to sleep."

Bryce groaned and reluctantly pulled away from you, eyeing your face as you reached back to clasp your bra. "Or... we could just... you know, try to stay quiet."

"Bryce!" You smacked his arm before getting off him, the lack of heat and touch in his lap made him groan once more in annoyance.

"You better fix that." You pointed and laughed at his current state, enjoying him covering his face with his hands as he walked towards the bathroom. You looked at the clock, and written on it was 11.30 p.m. Guess I'm staying here for the night.

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Ode to an Angel-Chapter 5

A/N: Hello!! Chapter 5 is with you. I want to say that I had so many difficulties while writing this chapter. I would write and just delete it. I couldn't bring myself to focus on the story. But here it is! I am actually happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it too!!! And, there is symbolism in this chapter! YAY!! Comment if you know what it is...

Happy reading!! xx

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

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Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Then…

The sun was already down but its lights were still shining on you. You were still able to see far ahead. You were out of their range, many trees between you and them. They were moving towards where you came. The farm.

Well, shit.

You wanted to go on, every part of you wanted go on, take another step to opposite direction. But you were also aware that the farm would not be able to hold them all. Be smart.

So you ran. Ran to the people who had been taking care of you for the past three days, ran to the unborn baby. You hoped you were going to make it in time. That was the smart thing to do.

Now…

The road was hard. The road was… The nights were getting colder and colder each day.

You were with Rick’s group since the farm had fallen. You had made to them just a few minutes before the horde came to the farm. You’d told them to run, to abandon the farmhouse. But Hershel was too damn stubborn to leave his place.

You were alongside them fighting off the dead ones. An extra pair of hand wouldn’t hurt. And you were with them ever since. You listened to your brother and did the smart thing; you had stayed.

It seemed like months, maybe it was but you weren’t sure, none of you kept a calendar. You thought that it was October. Each day, you were hungrier than the day before, each day was colder than the one before. And the life around you were slowly leaving its place for the winter.

You had been taking refuge in temporary shelters; abandoned houses, gas stations, and the forest floor… but none of them was home for the kid, or for the baby.

You were now in an abandoned house near the woods that Daryl had come across while hunting. You hoped that the place was isolated enough so that you could spend the night in there without any interruption.

“I’ll go check the perimeter,” Daryl said to the group of people who were gathered around the living room.

“Can I come with you?” you prompted just as he was about to exit the room. He hummed in response which you took as a ‘yes’.

You got up and followed Daryl to the wild. The house was not too far away from the main road, but there was a good deal of forest that made it almost invisible.

Daryl was silent most of the time, keeping his crossbow tightly in his rough hands. His eyes were looking for anything that looked wrong, while you were looking for anything that the cold had left you to eat.

The silence between you was comforting most of the time. Since you’d joined the group, you had been able to form relationship with most of them, Maggie was like a sister, Rick and Glenn and T-Dog were the brother that you’d missed the most. You were good with others too.

But Daryl… Well, Daryl was hardest to break.

He wouldn’t speak much about things, but you wouldn’t mind it either. But sometimes, he would also surprise you, talking to you at times you’d least expected, like right now.

You could see him eying you every once in a while, while you were inspecting the forest ground for plants to eat. You thought he was keeping an eye on you just in case. But a while later you couldn’t help but ask.

“What is it?” you asked him, stopping on your feet.

“Nothin’,” he shrugged as he kept on walking. It was not nothing. You could feel him itching to speak with you about something.

“C’mon, it’s okay,” you stated while picking up a wildflower from the earth. It looked like a poppy flower which were very rare to see in autumn. Guess the October sunshine must have tricked it.

But there it was…with all its beauty. Its red color was astonishing on the brown and dull forest floor.

Daryl waited for a moment before answering. “We ain’t eatin’ poppies,” he said, looking at the single flower that you’d placed in the pocket of your shirt.

“It’s not for eating, relax,” you replied with a subtle smile on your lips.

“Jus’ sayin’,” he scuffed, “I know for a fact tha’ ya ain’t that good at tellin’ apart the poisonous and the edible,” he finished.

You playfully frowned at his remark, “ouch,” you joked.

There was some kind of connection between you and Daryl that you really couldn’t put your finger on. You weren’t sure if you were friends or you were just companions of the same road.

Nevertheless, there was something.

You kept on walking with the continuation of silence for a while. The area seemed calm, there weren’t many walkers— just a couple stray ones.

Just when you were about to return to the house without any trouble, you spotted a blue-ish purple herbs on the ground.

“These are for eating,” you said as you picked up the herb by cutting it with your knife. You heard Daryl approaching from behind you.

“They are borage,” you informed him, “mom used to cook.” Memories of family dinners filled your head. But now wasn’t the time, you didn’t have the luxury to reminisce. You pushed the memories to the back of your mind.

“Uh-huh,” he hummed. He handed you his rag that kept in his back pocket.

“It’s better than nothing,” you said as you picked up the last one of them.

It’s better than nothing, you thought, way better. The cell didn’t look that bad and that wasn’t the priority either. You had walls now, fences to protect you. You’d finally got what you needed, a safe zone, a place rest.

You’d found the prison almost a week ago and were lucky to clear out the field and the cellblock C without any trouble.

Although Hershel was bitten on his leg while clearing out the other cellblocks Rick was able to save him, and he was getting better with each day.

Your little group had welcomed two of the prisoners, Oscar and Axel. You were doubting them as you did with their friends until Oscar threw himself between you and a walker.

It was safe at last and you’d made it out alive.

The comfort of finally being able to breath was the relief that you wanted. After weeks on the road, you could finally close your eyes. Finally, there was a haven for the baby, that hopefully they could call this place home.

It was a typical prison cell with its grey walls, grey floors, grey bunk bed, and grey cushions. The greyness of the place almost made your head dizzy. You hated the color.

Right now, it felt like a prison in every way. You needed to make it your home.

You were finally organizing your cell room. You didn’t have any time to actually settle. All of you were busy clearing out the walkers.

You placed your clothes and a several books that you took from the library on the top bunk. Maybe you could read again. Maybe you were always not going to worry about surviving.

You sat on the lower bunk and listened to your friends.

The greyness of the cell was enveloping you, surrounding you in every direction, until there wasn’t any more color.

You threw yourself out when you felt like suffocating. You watched the greenery that surrounded the colorless prison as you took a deep breath.

“You alright?” Glenn said, making you startle. He appeared out of nowhere. He was supposed to be on the run with T-Dog and Daryl.

The prison had its own supplies and they would be enough for all of you. You had food, and medical supplies. But there was more stuff needed for the baby.

“Yeah,” you answered, “everyone’s alright?” you asked him back. No matter how easy, the runs were always dangerous.

“Yeah, everyone’s fine,” he replied, and you nodded and padded his shoulder as he entered the cellblock.

That night you were lying on your bed while everyone was sleeping. Unable to fall asleep, you took one of the books from the top bunk and started reading with the dim candlelight.

You weren’t close to finishing the first chapter of the book when you heard footsteps approaching your cell. You closed the book and listened the sounds.

They stopped at your door; you couldn’t see who it was through the sheet that you’d draped.

After a few second the footsteps continued to grow away. You got up and opened your sheet and door and saw Daryl walking away.

“Daryl?” you whispered, and he turned to you, “everything okay?”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded. “I thought ya were asleep,” he mumbled. He started slowly walking towards you.

“No, I was up,” you informed him, “come here,”

He was hesitant to walk into your cell at first. When you sat down on your bed and motioned him, he sat down next to you. You could feel he was tense.

His shoulders were as stiff as a rock and his chest wasn’t even moving when he inhaled.

You opened your mouth to say what it was but he offered his hand to you and you saw a tiny paint can.

“Ain’t the best color,” he commented. “I knew you hated the walls.”

A smile spread on your lips automatically. You took the can in you hand. It was a bright yellow color, on the can was written “Behr Bicycle Yellow”.

You turned your head to face him, he was already looking at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Daryl…I— It’s perfect,” you said. You were out of words. You didn’t tell him that you hated the walls. You didn’t tell anyone.

The can was so small that it was only enough to paint one wall mixed with water, but you couldn’t care less.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around him. His shoulders stiffened even more if that was possible. But soon he gave into the warmth of your embrace.

You felt unaccountably at home next to him—even with the grey walls. It was a kind of a reassurance that you could only felt with your family.

Right then you knew it, he was family.

He cleared his throat when you let him go. He got up from your bed and walked to the door without saying anything.

He turned and handed you something else, which looked like a book.

“I also found this,” he said in his husky voice.

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It was a book and it was called The Mushroom Book: How to Identify, Gather, and Cook Wild Mushrooms.

Chapter 6

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