The Odette

The Odette

( @odetteeternia )

𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉;

𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓂 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒…

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑒𝓌𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹𝓈;

𝒮𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓊𝓁𝓅𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹,

𝒲𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒;

𝒱𝑒𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 ‘𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓇𝓁𝑒𝒹, 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒;

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒.

𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉,

𝒜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

Lover

Scritch and scratch, the tip of the pen danced against the paper. My words flowed liquid, tangled in the cursive jumble of my thoughts. Loops after loops, slants and curves, my feelings turned solid as I hung them on the lines like stars.

For you to count and admire, my secrets laid bare like constellations. Holding several meanings and stories I only ever whispered to the moon.

Oh you unknown, whose face I see in dreams, on many a sleepless night.

Oh you unknown, whom I’ve loved , do love, and will love without nary the blink of an eye.

We’ve never met; yet such hold you have on my foolish little heart.

Oh you unknown will you Love me... Love me, until it consumes and tears me apart?

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

Yandere Male Celebrity x GN Manager Reader

Yandere Male Writer x GN Cop Reader

5 Things He hates about you

I need an angst fanfic of Kylar from DoL… Please? 🥺🥺

The Butterfly Effect

Kylar the loner writing request

Word count-1118 [CW- mentions of anxiety, and implied panic attack. Themes of hopelessness and angst. One-sided love]

It had been raining that day. Not the usual downcast marring the sky—no— pleasant breeze ruffled Kylar’s dark hair, making his keen emerald eyes peek through like twin jewels, as he glanced up at the sky.

Spring rain’s drizzle had lightly sprayed his pale skin as he trudged the shabby alleys of Domus street. It had been purely out of sheer boredom that Kylar had decided to take a longer route to the park only to somehow wind up lost.

He had halted in his tracks. Slender fingers had come to grip upon the hilt of the blade resting at his hip, tucked under the rumpling fabric of his oversized hoodie. His eyes sharply bounced in every direction as he figured out his way again. Really, one could never be cautious enough in that town.

His short legs had hurried along the narrow path, his skittish gait attracted several gazes. Kylar had felt a crippling wave of anxiety crawl long his spine under the many scrutinous eyes sizing him up. His movements had become urgent. Escaping from what? He didn’t know. And just when his heart had felt like it’d burst right through his chest, he saw you.

His tiny frame was shaking. Hands came to rest on his knees as he bent over, stopping, catching his labored breaths. Just then a cottonesque cloud shifted overhead, letting a sliver of sunlight paint your cheeks and he stared mesmerized.

Dressed in clothes not much shabbier than his, but wearing a smile not even the finest of riches could afford, there you were, watering away the colorful plants, lining the depressing gray walls of the orphanage.

Shining under the natural spotlight of the sun, that seemed partial to only you that day. You seemed to be so engrossed in a conversation with a boy, who was around your age, one hand holding the hose and the other gently guiding the spray of water over the various flora.

A lone butterfly had fluttered over to you, and mischievously perched atop your head, earning a peal of giggles from you and your companion.

All his earlier anxiety forgotten, Kylar had been unaware of a small smile slowly inching up his lips. He had stared, almost marveled at the way the butterfly hovered around you, as if it had found the most beautiful flower in the garden.

And surely, Kylar had agreed wholeheartedly. His heart beat in tandem with each flap of the butterfly’s wings.

Flap…thump Flap…thump

And just like that, he had fallen in love. 

He shouldn’t have…He Mustn’t have.

***

The sharp blare of the school bell broke him out of his reverie. With jerky movements, Kylar forced his desperate eyes away from your form and packed his belongings back into his rucksack.

He was quick. He had to be because he knew what was coming next. Teeth nibbling away at the flaky skin on his chapped bottom lip, he discreetly skirted around the crowds and crowds of sweaty students in the hallway. 

 Footsteps light as a feline’s he followed you to the park, your personal shadow. It wasn’t simply an urge anymore for Kylar. It had transformed into a need. 

He needed to watch you. Needed to keep you safe. From the lecherous eyes and hands of those creeps in the streets. And sometimes even yourself. For you didn’t know what was good for you. Or who for that matter.

The sky was grim, reflecting the inner turmoil that scratched and sank its claws in his ever declining psyche. 

Hands balled into fists at his sides, Kylar braved the first few drops of rain that wet his cheeks and gazed owlishly upon you, from behind the bark of a tree.

Nails digging crimson crescents on his palm, he watched your expression melt into a sweet smile as you approached the intimidating figure standing in front of a fountain holding an umbrella.

Kylar’s hand involuntarily reached for the handle of the umbrella peeking out of his rucksack, as he saw the blonde man, roughly pull you closer under the shade of his umbrella, neatly tucking you by his side, like some prized possession. 

Kylar’s heart clenched at the wistful words that died on his tongue. 

“We co-could’ve sh-shared this umbrella” he whispered to no one in particular 

The winds slowed down. The park was empty save for the couple standing statuesque in front of the fountain. A halo of smoke surrounded them like an invisible fortress. 

The humid atmosphere suddenly weighed heavy on his chest, when Kylar saw the bully ever so slightly lean in towards you.

‘What was it that you saw in him?

He was nothing but a bully, shoving you around, embarrassing you, using you like a pet and OH GOD KYLAR CAN BE SO MUCH BETTER AND—‘

A loud thunder, masked the deafening sound of Kylar’s heart breaking into a million pieces. He watched on, soaked to the bone and numb as your lips met Whitney’s over and over in a wild, passionate kiss.

‘My love would never…they do-don’t like it. Yes theydon’ttheycan’ttheysimplycannot’, the words rattled a mile a minute, stumbling around Kylar’s brain as he stared at Whitney sacrilege his God like a horrified devout.

But nothing could ever describe the pain that shot through him, when your small hand reached up and cupped the bully’s face, pulling him closer as you welcomed his intrusive kisses.

It was like Kylar never existed. The world could’ve ceased at that moment and you simply wouldn’t have noticed. So lost in his embrace. So keen for his touches. So in Lo—

Unable to take it anymore, his jealous green eyes flitted away in a flash of anger. Trying to focus on anything but that last thought.

Unbidden, the twin jewels zeroed in on a butterfly, hovering around a flower. It desperately flapped its wings, struggling against the harsh winds and the iresome pour of the rain.

It gently touched, and cradled the petals, fluttering about the flower as if in a pathetic attempt to grab its attention. The flower stood pretty and proud. Unfazed by the lovesick being, fulfilling its pilgrimage at her altar.

A few more frantic flaps, and the butterfly finally perched atop his lover. Kissing her lips, as the last scales of color shed from its wings.

With a cold blow of the wind, it fell, lifeless wings crumbled and lay still on the ground. The sky rumbled in the distance, the flower ever in its beauteous glory swayed like it was just another day. ‘So this is what it means to fall in love’, Kylar mused with a bitter laugh, suddenly very grateful for the rain as he let the tears fall freely down his cheeks. Without a glance back, he ran, homebound.

Slowly killing time. The seconds bleed into minutes. Fingers drumming the funeral march on the rough surface of the table, mourning the loss of another hour. Tear shrouded eyes, surreptitiously flit every so often towards the dead silent phone.

Alone in this lone space, I wish my day wasn’t cheapened like so. Waning with wont of your absence. How I hope I could drown in work. Have something to do with my fidgeting hands itching to reach out to you.

Maybe someday I’ll get to be the important one in this relationship. Maybe someday we’ll switch roles…

When you’ll come calling and I won’t answer.

Conan Birthday Post A small fic celebrating the man Conan is✨

[Pairings - Conan x GN reader] [Conan belongs to @14dayswithyou]

Sonnet 18

Long fingers inched along the spines of the books. A soft swish of breeze tickled your nose, carrying the faint notes of coffee and crisp leaves. The dull gold of the evening sun highlighted his fiery strands, making you want to brush your fingers through them. You sighed, tasting the season of romance in the air.

Swish…tap…thump

He was so focused. The repetitive sound of the books wiped clean and stacked in the bookshelf, filled the silent lull of the library.

Swish…tap…thump

Blue eyes curiously peered over the glasses resting on his nose, and in your direction. The faintest of tugs at the corner of his lips told you you had his attention.

You continued thumbing through the pages of the book you held. Reading aloud to a group of teenage girls, trying your best to pretend that his sapphire gaze wasn’t affecting you in the slightest.

A flip of the page, tongue darting out to wet your lips, you cleared your throat. Voice tinkling like the delicate clink of a fork against a glass. Speaking more to him, than the eager ears around you.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate”

Your voice rang, clear and true. Hiding behind the old rhymes of the Bard’s work. 

What exactly was it?

An admittance? A declaration? Or a confession?

“Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed”

The sonnet spilled through you, playing like delicate tunes of a piano, subtly serenading the man before you.

And he listened. You know he did.

Although Conan’s diligent movements continued, the occasional pauses, stealthy eyes thieving in your direction was proof that you had him. 

You hid a smile behind the book. It was moments like this that made you wonder. Truly wonder.

What would it be like to call him yours?

Gentle touches, quiet whispers and long lazy mornings filled your imaginative mind. Yes, having Conan would feel like taking a bite out of the warmth that summers are made of. 

Swish…tap…thump

The last book went in its place. Dusting his hands, Conan rose. You tamped down on the disappointment starting to crawl up your throat, when you saw him walk towards the staff rooms.

Your attention wavered. Distraction making you forget the line you were supposed to read next. Slightly antsy, you searched on the page. Eyes scanning each word to find where you left off.

But before you could recover, you felt the caress of a sultry whisper against your ear.

“But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st”, Conan continued in a fluent tone, voice a heady mix of a playful tease and something more.

Something you craved to understand. To put into words and etch into permanence.

You sighed, feeling him reach around you and place a cup on the table. A zap of electricity shot through you at the brush of his chest against your back, making you turn around and look.

Blue eyes blazed into yours. Promising feathery dreams of a tomorrow you wished upon several shooting stars.

With joined gazes you smiled, words filtering through your lips of their own accord, 

“So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee”

He beamed back. 

You closed the book, turning to the girls around you. He walked away, hands already busy with a new chore. 

Such was the relationship between you and him. No big displays of affection. No dramatic exchange of promises. Just silent moments of charged gazes, a common love for literature and warm coffee.

You smiled to yourself, fingers coming to wrap around the cup resting on the table. Fresh coffee prepared, just the way you liked. But what tugged at your heart was the tiny note stuck at the side. 

‘Remember to take breaks <3’

Simpering you folded it, adding it to your slowly growing collection. 

This was special. This was enough.