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Crown of Madness: Chapter One (A D&D Story)

Chapter One: The Crow’s Nest

Near the very tip of the Kingdom of San, just below the town of Feck and stationed directly to the right of the Sanorian Desert, was a small oasis town called Borre. For being an oasis, Borre wasn’t exactly prosperous, only a few squat buildings littered here and there, and was mainly used by travelers as refuge from the harsher terrain bordering it. On a typical night, however, the liveliest place to be would’ve been The Crow’s Nest tavern—though that wasn’t to say it was particularly crowded. There was nothing entirely remarkable about the tavern or its surroundings, yet something remarkable would soon be occurring there all the same.

One slow and quiet evening, just as the sunset was painting a fire in the south, a reserved figure in a sand-colored cloak unceremoniously entered the tavern, only stopping to tap their boots at the entrance before taking a seat at the bar.

“An ale please,” said the figure, pushing two copper pieces towards the barkeep. He took them and, before he could ask what kind, they replied, “It doesn’t matter. Anything will do.”

The barkeep nodded and went to fetch the figure their drink. As they were doing so, the figure drew back their hood to reveal a dark-skinned woman almost completely obscured by a mess of tan wrapping coiled all the way up to her forehead. Letting her hair down, she scanned around the tavern cautiously. There were a few people seated around tables listening to an elven man play his lute atmospherically on the stage, some lizardfolk and a goliath man muttering to themselves close by, but nothing too out of the ordinary. Satisfied, the woman grabbed the ale that was handed to her and took a long swig. All she had to do was stay at the tavern tonight and she’d be on her way. As long as there wasn’t any hiccups, she’d be fine, just fine. She was following the sun down the land, hoping to get as far as she could from this barren country…

While the woman was drinking and trailing deeper into her thoughts, she failed to notice a tiny crooked talon reaching her cloak and stealing away six gold pieces. The young kenku skittered off to his next victim, using the darkened lighting and low tabletops to his advantage. He’d been hiding in the tavern all day, stealing bits of coin undetected from everyone who’d come in. After rummaging through some of the humans’ belongings and thieving just the right amount from the lizardfolk, the kenku decided to pickpocket the goliath for a second time, just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything of value. From the safety underneath the table, the boy began to softly rifle through the gigantic man’s pockets. After a moment of finding nothing and believing to have taken everything, eventually his little claws plucked out a glittering ring, illuminated ever so slightly by the candlelight. Just as he thought he’d gotten away scot-free, the kenku turned around—only to have his wing grappled by the bulging hand of the man he’d been feeling up. He cried out in song.

“Give it back,” growled the goliath in a deep tone, “or I’ll wring your neck.”

The kenku’s marble-like eyes widened in fear. Again, he let out a melodious call for help. At that moment, the elven man performing glanced in that direction and, upon seeing the bird-like creature in trouble, stood up and made his way over to the scene. All the while, his fingers never ceased their intricate movement on his lute.

“What seems to be the issue, my friends?” asked the elven bard in a thick northern accent.

“This bird stole my ring,” spat the goliath. “I’m simply making certain he returns it.”

With a violent yank, the enormous man pulled the kenku into the air upside down and began shaking him. Frightened, the kenku tightened his grip on the ring, but was unable to stop to horde of coins from falling out of his purse and scattering on the ground. Seeing this, the rest of the tavern—including the two lizardfolk and the bandaged woman—checked their pockets and baggage for anything missing. Upon realizing they’d been stolen from, the entire bar, save the woman, stood up and began to swarm towards the helpless bird-child. Before they could overtake him, however, the crowd instantly cooled as they felt the music soothe their heated emotions. It wasn’t the tune that changed, but how they heard it. As swiftly as the room shifted, the mood fixed back to one of pacifism. Even the woman, despite not joining the mob, felt a pleasant, relaxing wave corrupt her state of being, instead of the instantaneous fear that’d occurred upon the recognition of thievery, bringing an exceptionally rare smile to her worn lips. Once he had achieved what he’d wanted, the elven man quit his melody and slung the lute over his shoulder. He looked up in front of him. The goliath was still scowling and the kenku was still petrified, both seemingly undrugged by the song.

“Well, I’m sure we can work something out,” the bard replied as tranquilly as possible as to not escalate the situation further. “I’d be willing to pay you double what was stolen from you if you’d kindly right this poor creature.”

“I want my ring!” roared the goliath. “Give me my ring, bird, or I’ll break your spine!”

“That is uncalled for.” The elf looked up at the dangling kenku and gave a pleading smile. “Please return this good man’s ring, would you?”

The young boy didn’t need to be asked twice. He let go of the ring, which the elf promptly caught and returned to the goliath. The next second, the kenku dropped onto the wood. He quickly scampered back to his feet and ran timidly behind the elf, cawing as he coward.

“No harm, no foul,” said the elf to the black bird gently. He then raised his voice as he turned to the rest of the tavern. “Please, everyone, come orderly and retrieve only that which was taken from you.”

At this, the woman stood up and hastily pocketed her missing gold along with the rest of the customers in the room, including the barkeep. And while everyone was distracted, the bard quietly escorted the kenku outside of the tavern to the back alley. He bent down to the bird boy’s eye level and gave him a stern glare.

“What is your name?” the elven man asked.

“Fuck!” chirped the kenku happily. He was grateful for his rescuer and immediately took out a silver piece to give to him.

The bard shook his head. “Thank you, but I must respectfully decline. I do not need the money as much as you seem to. You must be in grave circumstances to attempt to steal from such intimidating people.” He gave a moment pause for thought. “Still, and I say this as a friend and a person who understands, I feel it is in your best interest not to return to that establishment. If you are in need of funds,”—he reached inside a pocket in his cloak and produced ten gold—“I pray this will suffice. For now, at least.”

The bird boy replied in a perfect replication of the man’s voice. “Thank you.” He took the gold and stowed it away in his purse.

“Where is your home, little one?” asked the elf. “Perhaps I can accompany you there to ensure no harm comes your way.”

Fuck shook his head, looking up at the man sadly. Without hesitation, the bard instantly understood and put a hand on the young boy’s shoulder. “I see. So you do not have a home. Just like me and my brother.” He thought carefully for a moment. “Well, I suppose there’s always room for more of Rhevoltaz’s creature’s in my company. Would you like to join me in my travels for a while? At least until we can situate you in a proper home.”

Eagerly, the little kenku nodded, giving as much of a smile as his thin beak would allow.

“Fantastic!” How well can you carry a tune? If you are to join my gallivant, you will also have to join my band. I am a traveling bard, after all.”

Inhaling deeply, Fuck let out a shriller, yet much more refined than earlier, musical note. When it was done, the elf nodded his head slowly, as if to say, “That will do.”

“Welcome Fuck, my friend,” said the man. “I am Iliris Maldragin, and it is a pleasure to have you in my company. And this here is…” Iliris reached into his cloak, seeming to be looking for something. After a few seconds, when nothing was retrieved, his lips thinned in confusion and worry. “Where…where is Checkers?”

Back inside The Crow’s Nest, the cloaked woman returned to her seat to find a small red rodent standing on the barstool and drinking from her ale. The weasel looked up at her unabashed as its tiny pink tongue gluttonously licked up the foam. For a moment, the woman couldn’t muster any response whatsoever. The sight in front of her was so bizarre and out of left field it was difficult to form any sort of action other than the perplexed look she was giving. Then, after a bit of silence, she reached her hand out slowly towards the animal. Immediately, the weasel hissed and jumped from the bar, toppling the ale onto the woman as it dropped to the ground and scampered around legs and table legs to escape. Not entirely sure why (perhaps it was from the irritation of being doused in alcohol), the woman dashed after the rodent, tailing it as it lurched out the door just as someone was entering.

“Ah, there you are, Checkers,” said Iliris as the red weasel bounded around the corner and leapt straight into his cloak for hiding. Before he could ask his furry friend what was the matter, the pursuing woman appeared, stopping dead in her tracks as all three living beings turned to face her. Checkers chittered as he popped his head out of Iliris’s well-worn collar. The elf looked at her quizzically. “Why, who might this radiant woman be?”

Still under the influence of his charm, the woman replied in a quiet tone, “…Enddlin. Who are you?”

“Iliris Maldragin.” The bard reached for her hand to politely kiss it. Even under his spell, however, she pulled away. Enddlin didn’t seem to care to be touched. Noticing this, Iliris retracted his greeting and immediately bowed. “Apologies. I do not wish to offend.”

Enddlin gave the curtest shake of the head, as if to say, “No worries,” before shifting are attention to Fuck. “What are you doing with the thief?” she questioned, narrowing her eyes.

“Join my gallivant,” Fuck recited, inching behind Iliris once more.

“Yes, I was just inviting poor Fuck here to join my travels,” Iliris responded. “He has no home, you see. I did not want him to be torn apart in that tavern simply over a bit off harmless pickpocketing.”

“I wouldn’t call it harmless…” Enddlin muttered, then switched her attention back to Iliris. She looked him over curiously for a moment. “Are you a traveler?”

“Why, yes. I am currently in the midst of relocation. Why do you ask, Endalin?’

“Enddlin. And I ask only because I’m wondering if you’re in need of any more companions.”

“Hmm.” Iliris scratched his chin as he mulled over the prospect. “I do not see any immediate issues with a fourth traveler in my band. In fact, the more the merrier, as the expression goes. Of course, I’d have to check with my new friend here if that will be alright.” He turned back to look down at Fuck. “Is this agreeable to you, little one?”

Fuck gave Enddlin a long apprehensive stare. He seemed almost frightened by her and her mysterious aura. After a minute or two, though, Fuck realized that Iliris was doing him a massive favor by taking him in and, if this woman could be trusted, the more protection the better. Slowly, the bird boy grabbed hold of Iliris’s robes and nodded his beak yes into them.

Iliris clapped his hands together and smiled warmly. “Wonderful. Fantastic. Excellent. Do you by chance happen to know how to play any instruments?”

“No,” Enddlin responded.

“Very well, I can teach you. Do you have a place to stay for the night?”

And just like that, a human, an elf, and a kenku suddenly became a party, unaware of just what mysteries, conspiracies, and adventures would lie ahead of them—and not knowing that one of them would go missing upon arrival at their next destination.

Author: @besttardywrites

Story: @besttardywrites, @homeforavagabond, @kurashira13, dops32

Give Me Some Sugar

Steve Rogers AU

Series Masterlist

Sugardaddy! Steve Rogers x Sugarbaby! Reader.

Summary: When young Y/n gets fired from one of her jobs she struggles to make enough money for college loans and Bills, that’s when she meets Steve. What Steve is looking for isn’t exactly a relationship, he just wants someone to look pretty in his arms and take care of his needs without asking many questions about his job.

Series Warnings: Salty reader, age gap, Sugardaddy, and Sugarbaby relationship and all the chaos that comes with it, SMUT (Obviously. Don’t try to tell me you didn’t see that coming, Karen.), asshole people (Yup that’s a warning.), language more will be added later to the chapters.

Characters (as per the chapter): Y/n (Duh), Steve Rogers (Duh again), Kyle (OMC), Sharon Carter, Wanda Maximoff.

Words: 2.9k

Chapter Warning: Language. That’s pretty much it.

CHAPTER ONE

You were happy. Your life was finally on track. You had two jobs that paid enough for your bills and if you keep working just a few more months and you will be able to pay back all of your college loans with interest. You finally got enough courage to stand up to your asshole boyfriend and broke up with him. And to top it all off it was your 21st birthday. It was the best day of your life right? Wrong. As soon as the words fell from your colleague's mouth that “Ed is calling you to his office.” You knew what it was about. All the smiles drained from your face. He didn’t call you this morning to ask you to take the day shift, he called you to fire you. But you went to his office anyway with that little hope in your heart that maybe, just maybe he was calling you to give you a birthday bonus and not to fire you. But knowing the cheap motherfucker he is, that’s probably not gonna happen.

“Ed, you called?” You asked as you poked your head inside after giving two knocks. You were trying so hard to keep it all together and not to burst out with tears already.

“Y/n.....Hey, first of all, happy birthday.” He said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes

“So, you remember my birthday?” You asked. Maybe he wasn’t actually going to fire you. You told your inner self to not get her hopes up.

“Yeah, Chloe reminded me when she saw your friend’s post on Instagram.” He said, making it clear that you were not important enough to remember your birthday. “Look I’m not gonna spin my words and make things complicated, I’m just gonna come straight with this OK? I’m sorry to do this on your birthday but the restaurant is not doing as great as it was a few weeks ago.” You wanted to call on his bullshit, you knew the restaurant was doing just fine, even better you would say, but you decided to stay quiet. “It was a hard decision to make.” Again bullshit, he hated your guts for some reason, if anything he jumped on the opportunity to fire you. “We discussed it for a whole week and decided that we have to let you go. Since you are the one who needs this job the least as you already have another one.” So that was the actual reason. 

You wanted to scream at him and throw your shoe at him and insult him and call him an asshole but then you reminded yourself that you were 21 now, You have to act mature. So you just smiled at him and gave him a nod. You have to say he was pretty surprised at your reaction, he didn’t expect you to act so maturely, after all, you were a little famous for throwing tantrums. 

“We’ll miss you,” Chloe added and you gave her a smile, she actually was a pretty sweet girl, you had no idea how did she put up with this asshole.

“I’ll miss you guys too.” You said and walked back to the locker room. You took off the restaurant’s black and purple hideous t-shirt and put on the shirt you wore this morning. “Did he actually fire you?” A voice said behind you and you turn to look at one of your good friends Kyle. As soon as you looked at him a single tear left your eyes. You nodded your head and he wrapped his arms around you. “It’s my birthday.” You sniffed against his chest. 

“I know. Hey, it's okay. You’ll definitely find a better one I promise.” He said with a comfortable tone and stroked your hair. You nodded with a small smile. “What did you say to him?” He asked.

“Nothing, I don’t wanna act like an immature baby and throw tantrums at him. I took it like a big girl.”

“Huh.. now that’s new. How about you be immature just one more time.”  He said and you gave him a confused look. “He’s a big asshole for firing you, you know? Even bigger for doing it on your birthday, so how about you tell him what big of an asshole he is before you go.” He explained and a smirk made its way on your lips. You took your purse and stormed to the middle of the restaurant.

“Hey, Ed.” You called out and everyone turned to look at you when Ed made his way out of his office you started talking again. “You know you’re an asshole right? You’re a jealous asshole who can’t stand his colleagues when they start earning more than him so he fires them on their birthday, but you know what fuck you and your shitty restaurant and I’m gonna find a better job where the boss is not a dick. And stop sending dick pics to your employees you fucking pervert.” His face turned red as you revealed his dirty little secret in front of the whole restaurant. Kyle winked at you as you throw up both of your middle fingers and walked out of the restaurant.

*******

“You actually said that?” Wanda asked as you continued sobbing and nodded your head. “Did he ever send you any?” She asked.

“No, but he d-did to some of my friends.” You said between sobs and rub your nose in the hanky that Wanda gave you.

“Oh my god, is she still crying?” Sharon said as she walked into the apartment and took off her shoe. “I left an hour ago, y/n, you can’t be still crying.” She said and sat beside you. “I can’t help it.” You said between the sobs again. As soon as you left the restaurant you came to the apartment that the two of your best friends shared. And you started crying as soon as Wanda asked you what happened. Sharon instantly volunteered to go out and bring some of your favorite food to calm you down. “Here, I got your favorite ice cream.” She said pulling out a big tub of mint chocolate chip and you instantly stopped crying and pulled her in a bear hug. You have no idea what would you ever do without these two here. 

After the three of you finished the whole tub of ice cream and Three full movies of twilight it was 6 in the evening. You were in a better mood again. 

“I hate that movie,” Wanda stated as she licked the remaining of her bowl. 

“Yeah, me too.” You said snuggling closer to Sharon.

“Yeah, twilight sucks.......why were we watching it again?” Sharon asked.

“Because we like to say we hate it but we love to hate it.” You said and they nodded their head like you made total sense. 

“Ok, Get up, both of you. Get ready. We need to leave at 11.” Sharon said as she pulled away from the comforter from you and Wanda and gestured for you to get up.

“Where are we going?” You asked with a confused eyebrow.

“It’s your 21st birthday and we are not gonna waste it. We’re going to a club and we are gonna look hot and we are gonna drink a lot of alcohol.” Sharon said firmly.

“Sharon I don’t think so, I mean, I just lost my job and-”

“So? you’re gonna get another one. You can’t just sit here like a fucking sloth till then.” She said and Wanda nodded along as both of them stood in front of you with their hands on their hips. 

“I don’t have anything here.” You said.

“Wear something mine.” Wanda suggested and your eyes lit up “Except for the red dress.” She said when she saw your smirk.

“Come on.”

“You can have my whole closet but that dress.”

“But It's my birthday.” You pouted with puppy dog eyes. No one, no one can resist your puppy dog eyes. So that’s why four and half hours later you were standing in front of Wanda’s trailer giving the final touch to your make-up. The said red dress was hugging your every curve like it was tailored specially for you. The hem landed on your mid-thigh, the plunging neckline was showing more than enough amount of your cleavage, the back was made of four strings. She gave you her black pumps which were a little too higher than your usual shoes. Your hairs were curled perfectly by her. Wanda gleamed at you as she admired her work.

“God, you’re gonna turn some head.” Sharon complimented as she walked in and as always she was looking wonderful. She was wearing a dark blue halter neck dress and Wanda was wearing the same dress as yours but in black. 

The cab was in front of their apartment in fifteen minutes. There was no doubt that clubs in New York were great but they were even greater when your friend’s bouncer friend is on door duty so as soon as the three of you arrived, Wanda smiled at the man standing on the gate and he let you in instantly making the people in the long line behind you groan out in frustration.

Sharon pulled both of you to the floor as soon as you entered the club, the music was so loud that you forgot about your shitty day completely. “Shots?” Wanda asked after a song and you nodded. You kept swaying your hips as you reached the bar. “Kamikaze. three each.” You said to the bartender and he started making your drinks with a smile on his face which you could bet was fake.

He lined up the shots in front of you and the three of you took ‘em within ten seconds. “More,” Sharon yelled and he lined up three more. After drinking five shots each, three of you got back to the floor.

After what felt like hours Wanda tucked on your arm and said.  “Look at those guys, they are hot,” Wanda said pointed at a group of businessmen sitting around a table who looked too rich to be here. They were definitely a lot older than the three of you. Your eyes instantly met with the blond man with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. He was already looking at you with an unreadable look on his face. “I called dibs on the blonde, He’s hot,” Sharon said as she looked at the said man who was already looking at you. You felt a slight punch of jealousy in your chest as she eyed him up, or maybe it was just the alcohol. 

“Ok, my legs are gonna give out, I’m gonna take a seat,” Sharon said as she moved to the other corner of the club. “Yeah, me too. You coming?”  Wanda asked you and you shook your head, not taking your eyes off the blond man. 

You don’t know what came over you but you bit your lips and started dancing more sensually than you ever did before, your hands roaming over your own body. He looked like he was enjoying the show way too much, you were pretty sure you could see his boner if it wasn’t so dark. He smirked at you as you swayed your hips.

The little bit of conscience that was left in you was telling you to stop it, that it wasn’t you. You were not like this. But you shut it off and kept dancing. Giving him a show.  

A hand tapped on your shoulder and you came to face with a very familiar face and your eyes lit up. “Kyle.” You exclaimed and jumped into his arm. He hugged you tightly and pulled you up from the ground. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Sharon invited me.” He replied. Kyle has a crush on Sharon ever since you have introduced the two of them. He made you promise him that you will never tell her anything about it, you have told him so many times to just ask her out but he keeps saying she’s way out of his league. 

“I didn’t know you would want to hang out with three girls on a Saturday night otherwise I would have asked you to come myself.” You said as you leaned into him due to the loud music, his hands were firmly rested on your waist in a friendly manner but it was enough to make the blond man across the room slightly jealous.

“Well, it wasn’t my plan either, I was gonna do some bowling with my brothers but then Sharon called, and you know I can’t say no to that woman.” He said making you laugh. “I’m gonna go say Hi to her and Wanda and then we’re gonna do some shots OK?” He said loudly over the music and you nodded before pushing him where Sharon and Wanda are sitting. 

You turn around to look for your hot stranger again but much to your dismay he was not sitting there anymore. You frowned as your eyes searched the crowd looking for the blond man who has caught your eyes.

“You looking for someone?” said a husky voice behind you as hot breath ran down your spine. You spun around so quickly that you almost lost your balance but before you could fall your stranger stretched his arm and grabbed you by your waist. “Careful, sweetheart, wouldn’t want that beautiful face to have a scratch on it.” He said as he pulled you close to him and started dancing with you. His grip on your waist was hard, it made you wonder how his strong hands would feel on other parts of your body. You subconsciously started grinding on him and he growled in your ear before grabbing a handful of your ass making you moan out at his sudden action. 

In quick action, he turned you around and pulled you to his chest. His hard member was pressed up against your ass and you ground on it. His hands holding your waist roughly. he leaned down to press his lips against your ear and said “That was a nice show you put up for me, does your boyfriend knows you are dancing for a strange man like that?” he asked.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you replied as you pressed your head against his chest. God, he was so strong and manly, so different from all the boys you’ve been with. They were just that, boys, but he was a man and you’ve always craved a man.  

“Good, ‘cause once I like something, I hate to share it with someone else.”  He said making your heart flutter. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Next time, Doll.” He said as he leaned down to kiss your neck before walking away from you. You turned to see as he walked away from you, his eyes didn’t leave yours till he disappeared into the crowd. Leaving you there, craving for more. Your heart became heavy with disappointment.

But he had said ‘next time. Did he actually mean something by it or was he just letting you down easy, so that the rejection wouldn’t hurt much? But he also said he liked you. Before your mind could overthink the whole situation your friends walked up to you. 

“Where have you been lost, girl. We’ve been calling for you.” Kyle said and you turned to look at the three of them. “Huh?” was all that left your mouth.

“Let’s do more shots,” Wanda yelled over the crowd making you laugh at her enthusiasm. “I’m good you guys go.” You said.

“Partypooper.“ Sharon said.

“You promised me,” Kyle said.

“But-”

“No buts, let’s go.” Sharon dragged you to the bar. After a few more drinks you guys were ready to go home. You pulled out your card to give it to the bartender to pay for the drinks but he shook his head making you frown.

“Your tab’s been paid for.” the bartender told you.

“What? Who paid for it?” 

“A very generous gentleman. I don’t know his name but he was very blond, said he knew you.” The bartender said and you knew exactly who he was talking about. Why would he reject me and then pay for our drinks? You thought.

“Woah Alex has a secret admirer!” Wanda exclaimed making Sharon and Kyle laugh. A blush made its way on your face but you reminded yourself you have to pay him back. You can’t let a random stranger pay for your shit.

“How much he gave you?” You asked.

“A thousand dollars said it would cover you for the night and the rest was a tip.” He said making your eyes wide like a saucer, not just yours your friends’ too.

A thousand fucking dollars!? that’s more than I have in my account right now. how am I supposed to pay him back?

“Woah, he was generous,” said Sharon.

After that Sharon and Wanda took a cab home and Kyle dropped you at your sister’s house where you were leaving. When you got inside Your sister, her husband and their kids were already sleeping. You went to your room as quietly as you can. You quickly took off your dress, did your night routine, and fell on the bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about the blue-eyed stranger the whole night, even as you slept he was on your mind.

*******

CHAPTER TWO

A/N: This chapter was more like a prologue, the main thing starts from the next one. Like if you like the chapter if there’s something you didn’t like feel free to tell me in the comments or in the asks, If you want to be tagged send me and ask.

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@literaturefeen​

The first chapter of the story me and @jadenheart101 are writing has been posted! Go check it out!

Mummy?

Chapter 1: This Morning’s Newspaper

Scooby Doo Victorian au

⚠️: none

word count: 626

Summary: When a well liked and trusted stable boy goes missing in a wealthy neighbourhood, a few well off young ladies and gentlemen (and their dog) see fit to do some… investigation.

“Oh dear, Miss Blake, look at this,” Miss Velma Dinkley said as she passed the newspaper across the breakfast table to Miss Daphne Blake. Miss Blake looked down at the paper in her hands for quite some moments before prying her gaze away to look once more at Miss Dinkley.

“I don’t believe I understand what I’m meant to be looking at,” She said, setting the paper back in front of her breakfasting companion. Miss Blake took up her tea once more as she awaited an explanation of whatever it may be in the paper that elicited such a reaction from Miss Dinkley.

“Here,” Miss Dinkley opened the newspaper again and skimmed the page for the article she had previously been reading. Holding a finger to a headline that Miss Blake could not see from her vantage point, Miss Dinkley began, “Stable boy in East End disappears,” Velma glanced once more to Miss Blake, seemingly awaiting a reaction that wasn’t coming.

“So?” Miss Blake asked, her thin brows pinched together and her head tilting up in a way that told of her disinterest. “Servants disappear all the time, usually found in a poor house or pub in a few days,” She said, picking up her floral patterned teacup and taking a sip.

“So,” Velma started, slightly mocking Miss Blake’s apparent lack of compassion. “I happen to know this one,” She said, bringing herself around the breakfast table to show Miss Blake the drawing in the paper, “See?” Velma said as she pointed down at the picture below the bolded headline.

“He does look a bit familiar, though I don’t believe I’ve ever known him personally,” Miss Blake conceded slowly as she continued further studying the picture.

“Well, if you knew that young man better,” Velma began as she dropped the paper on the table, “You would know him to be a very responsible man, he’s not one for drink and takes his duties rather quite seriously,” Miss Dinkley lectured. She sighed, taking her spectacles in hand and rubbing where her spectacles had sat previously. “Charles, he just wouldn’t be in a poor house, he’s far too proud for that sort of place,” Velma said.

“I’m sure he’s around somewhere,” Miss Blake stood, putting a hand on Velma’s shoulder to assure her. “And if by some chance Charles happens not to be around, I know this rather sharp, bespectacled, young lady who will find him before the police will even have a lead,” Miss Blake smiled down at Velma.

“I’m sure you’re right, he’s quite probably fine,” Velma admitted, “But I still think we should call on Norville and Frederick, just to see what we do or do not find,” She said, turning back round to face Miss Blake, hoping to convince Miss Blake to indulge her concerns.

“I suppose we could nip round to see them, and I’m sure Scooby could use the walk that our meetings usually entail,” Miss Blake reasoned as she walked off to gather her hat and gloves. “Though you know we’ll have to walk, Fred will want to show off Brandy and Dolly, as though we haven’t seen them draw the carriage a thousand times or more,” Miss Blake shouted from the drawing room as she fastened her hat and put on her gloves.

“Yes, I suppose we will be walking,” Velma agreed as she pulled on her own, wrist length gloves. Though neither lady was really quite so concerned about the walk as Frederick and Norville could quite regularly be found on Fred’s estate, just some way a few streets down.

Velma and Miss Blake met in the foyer and walked out into the street as Miss Blake readjusted her gloves one last time, tucking the hems over her elbows.

Had fun with this one, hope yall enjoy this silly little story.

Daring to Grow Up

Chapter 1: Barefoot in the Woods

⚠️: chase scene

word count: 1004

summary: Grown ups don’t get to stay lost boys, Peter won’t let them. So what happens when one grows up, but refuses to leave Neverland and won’t be killed for it?

Honey was running through the woods barefoot… again. Not that it was terribly uncomfortable, just that it left her with no place to keep her knife. There were very few things that she missed about living back in the city, so few in fact, that she often forgot there were any. At the present though she missed the density and utilitarianism of the clothing, as her current white slip dress left her without a place to conceal anything really.

Honey internally scorned herself for being so clumsy as she ran, lack of shoes equating to a lack of grace. It’s not at all like she was expecting trouble and this wouldn’t have happened if the island didn’t have a terribly nasty habit of twisting everything around for its own amusement. The normally quite familiar forest seemed to close in on Honey as she ran.

The island had jumbled up in such a way as to lead Honey directly to Hook, Smee, and Starkey. All she wanted to do was find the bow that Slightly had lost in the last round of hunting, but of course the island couldn’t just let her have this.

Honey looked behind her a moment to see Smee and Starkey gaining ground on her. ‘Must be the island playing favourites’ she thought, for she had seen Smee run and he was a rather out of shape kind of a fellow. At this moment Honey realised she hadn’t seen Hook behind her, not that she was really in a position to consider this fact for very long as she couldn’t just continue to run while looking back forever.

Looking ahead of her again, her green eyes flitted from branch to branch, only to find that the trees were quickly falling behind her. As she strained to see just a bit further into the distance, the cliff’s edge seemed to be looming both uncommonly and uncomfortably near.

Honey’s heart raced and seemed to have migrated from her chest to her ears as it was very nearly the only sound she could hear anymore. As her breathing began to come in shorter breaths, she had the impending feeling of being prey, not that Honey took time to dwell on this fleetingly brief thought as more adrenaline shot through her system.

As Honey drew nearer the edge she was left with no real choice but to halt all movement just a step shy of what must have been a 40 foot drop into the lagoon. Taking one last look into the water, Honey turned to face the pirates once more.

“We ‘ave ‘er now!” Came Smee’s Irish accent, echoing slightly for the openness of the space, and quite laboured for the exercise of the chase despite clearly having had the island’s favour for the time being.

Hook caught up to his lackeys with surprising ease and nonchalance for someone who had supposedly just run the same distance as the rest of them, in his usual overly polished high heeled shoes no less. 

“Ah, good to see you again. Honey, was it?” Hook rolled the name off his tongue as though it were a coat he was trying on for the first time, and one that fit quite too tightly in the shoulders at that. Despite the oddity of her own name in his mouth, the countenance of his greeting was every inch, that of a gentleman. 

Honey had to suppress a shudder at the way her name came out, feeling the fire run on high through her veins as the warped sound of her name in Hook’s voice rang in her ears again. She wanted to be able to scrub her mind clean of the sound and forget it forever if she could. A bitter taste rose in her throat at the thought of having to remember it.

“Would have been so much nicer if this meeting could have been an email though, don’t you think?” Honey taunted before letting out a  blood curdling, deranged kind of a cackle, the kind that sent a shiver up even her spine when it hit her ears. Taking one more step back, she stepped over the ledge and continued laughing, the sound was an assault on the air of sorts as it rose in pitch.

As Honey fell, she mourned the fact that her line had been entirely lost here, while simultaneously regretting how lamely the line must have come off for its nonsensicality. She was left only a moment now to consider the consequences of her previous actions.

She hit the icy water with a splash that could be heard from above and a stinging sensation began to buzz over her skin. More pressingly to Honey, the impact had pushed all the air from her lungs and she could feel the chill rapidly seeping into her bones.

Just as Honey had begun to struggle towards where she was certain the shore was, a hand grasped her ankle. Honey screamed a watery sound that did her no service as it would never make it to be more than a gurgling in her own ears.

Back atop the cliff, Smee looked over the ledge just as bubbles began to rise through the surface of the water. “Oh dear me,” Smee muttered to himself solemnly, he took his hat from his head, clutching it to his chest as he continued to stare down into the water. Smee had a sort of guilt washing over him as he wished that the girl would resurface and swim away.

“Put your cap back on!” Hook hissed as he cuffed Smee solidly on the ear. Hook smoothed his coat and straightened his posture, seeming to simmer down in the act before turning away.

“Aye aye, Cap’n,” Smee said as he rushed to put his cap back on his head crookedly. Hook sighes and without another word he begins the long trek back to the Jolly Roger, Smee and Starkey following just behind him, something reminiscent of two dogs loyally following their master home.

This is it. I'm here.

My case feels heavy in my my hand as I walk towards my new school. Anxiety balls in my stomach. It doesn't get easier, I've been through this to many times before. This isn't new. Though it would be nice for father to care enough to take me himself. But it's fine new school new start, right?

This time I can't mess up. I will stay here for more than a few months. I gave been to more schools than I can count. Every few months I have to move because of some... unfortunate events including some of the students.

My shoes crunch on the gravel as I walk towards my new home. The school is nice in its self. It looks like it is strate out of a fairy tale. With tall pastel turets and perfectly trimmed trees.

'Hi'

'AHHH'

'You scared me'

Behind me stands a girl with a neet Bob and large glasses balanced on her nose.

'You must be Astrid'

'I am, and you are?'

'I'm Jess, your new room mate'

Amazing. Just Amazing.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐌! 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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NOTE: Hello all! Just wanted to update you with my current writing progress so far. I just finished writing my first chapter of S!CoBL and I’m posting it here to tumblr!

I don’t currently have a schedule for when I’m going to release this series, cause this is my first project of this scale so I’m just kinda writing as I go along. I already have all the major story beats planned out, it’s just a matter of turning plot points into actual writing lol.

But I also just wanted to say that I actually formatted this story in a strange way… You see my writing sample is written in first person pov however, this story I originally wrote in screenplay format and translated into third person. So hopefully you all will like this style of writing too, as it comes a lot more natural to me than trying to force myself into first person pov writing.

Anyways, enjoy~ ✨

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INT. SUPERSTORE - NIGHT (YEARS AGO)

A young Billy, no older than four, walks alongside a shopping cart. His mother, Marilyn, an exasperated woman in her early twenties, fumbles through her purse as her shopping cart comes to a full stop. She glances over at Billy.

"Stay right here, baby. I'll be back in a minute."

Unbeknownst to Billy, Marilyn was a local dealer who was currently low on cash as a young mother. She had reluctantly brought Billy along for a late-night "meetup," uneasy about leaving him home alone at his age.

As Marilyn hurried away, Billy's attention was lured by the laughter of two children engrossed in play with action figures and dolls. Their voices echoed through the aisles.

"Woah! What toy is that?"

"It's Star Commander Ultra! He's the bravest hero in the galaxy.”

The child's younger sister chimed in, trying to brag about her doll as well, in hopes of getting some attention from Billy and her brother.

"Well, my doll is Princess Butterfly Sparkle Glitter, and she's the bravest and the coolest in all twelve galaxies!”

"There's only one galaxy, Macy." He said, as his eyebrows dropped. Seemingly familiar with his sister's need to be the center of attention in every situation.

Amidst their banter, they agree to let Billy in on their game as they go back to running around the store shouting and having fun.

Suddenly, a mother's voice pierced through the aisles, in an attempt to round-up her children. She shouted across the aisle that she was done shopping, and they were leaving. The children hastily said goodbye to Billy as they ran off to catch up with their mother.

Now left completely alone, Billy's anxiety surged. He realized he wasn't able to find the shopping cart his mother had told him to wait by.

Roaming a handful of aisles, his confusion and panic grew as he felt every second scrape by.

As Billy hastily rounded a corner, he collided with the legs of a police officer, falling to the ground, stopping his search completely. A tall blonde woman who was looking down at him in surprise.

"Oh, whoopsies! Haha, that's alright bud. You okay?"

Although Billy didn't respond, he read the name that was sewn into her uniform, Lindsay.

Officer Lindsay helped him to his feet. Her concern deepens as she looks around the store, realizing this child is unattended. She takes it upon herself to help Billy find his mother.

As Billy and Officer Lindsay roam the store looking for Marilyn, they eventually find her in a heated discussion with some of the employees at the store. Marilyn's face drops. She is suddenly pale with shock as she realizes her son is being escorted by a police officer.

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EXT. SUPERSTORE - NIGHT

Marilyn was led away, leaving Officer Lindsay to return to Billy. She knelt down to his level.

"Hey bud, how do you feel about coloring books? If you want we could color together in this book that I brought with me.”

Billy doesn’t reply. He just stands in silence looking around, seemingly confused about the situation, not sure where his mother is.

“I could really use your help with coloring these tigers, if you wanted to help me out.” Officer Lindsay continued.

Billy agreed, oblivious to the chaos around him. He followed Officer Lindsay's lead, as she was a calming distraction from the situation.

The last thing Billy remembers is Officer Lindsay taking his hand and leading him away from the arrest of his mother.

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INT. SOCIAL WORKER'S OFFICE - DAY ( PRESENT DAY )

The sounds of the night slowly start to fade into the background. Blending together until they make a voice. The voice of Mrs.Kelly, Billy’s social worker.

“Billy…Billy”

A now teenage Billy lightly flinches as he snaps back into reality, realizing he is being called.

"Come on in, Let's talk." Mrs.Kelly said as she beckoned him into her office with her hand.

Her office was well-worn, a place Billy had been countless times. The room filled with a light clutter everywhere. Filled to the brim with books,binders and paperwork she was in the middle of sorting through.

Billy enters the room and tosses his backpack onto one of the open seats in her office, and with a few stretches, made himself comfortable. It was clear he was in no rush to sit down.

"Ah, how could I forget, ol' reliable. Billy said as he gestured towards the chairs in front of Mrs.Kelly's desk as he looked over at her with a slight grin. "You know, instead of you guys spending all this time and money trying to put me into a foster home, I could just live here instead."

The air grew charged as they faced each other.

Mrs.Kelly's patience was wearing thin, worn down by Billy's snarky tone.

"Billy, you know we're running out of options here. I’m really gonna need you to get your act together."

Billy's eyes narrowed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his voice.

"Uh-huh."

"You already know why you’re here," she continued.

"I do."

"And you already know what I’m gonna say."

"True."

With a casual crossing of his arms, he settled further into his chair, poised to mimic Mrs.Kelly as they spoke in unison.

"That I brought you in here today to tell you that you’ve been assigned to a new foster home," they synchronized.

She let out a sigh, clearly accustomed to Billy’s attitude.

"Look, I know it's been a tough year for you. But this time has to be different."

She locked eyes with Billy, her authoritative gaze cutting through his playful exterior.

"This time, you've got to give them a chance."

Billy's gaze hardened, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"A chance? How many chances do I have to give? How many 'homes' will I go through before you guys actually start listening to me? I don’t need a fake family to play pretend with. I have a family, I have a mom, they’re out there, looking for me."

Mrs.Kelly’s expression softened, a mix of empathy and weariness.

"Billy, we’re not going to have this discussion again, we’ve been over this. You can do whatever you want when you’re 18, but for now the state is responsible for you. Which means I’m responsible for you, and I need you to try and play along, just a little longer."

Billy's guard wavered for a moment, temporarily exposing his feelings of rejection and hopelessness that lie beneath his sarcastic tone.

"But I’m tired of it. I just wanna make my own decisions instead of you guys and your 'agency' shoving fake families and broken homes onto me like I’m some sort of charity case."

Mrs.Kelly leaned back, letting out a sigh. She knew she was dealing with a determined young man who’d clearly had a rough start to life.

"You’re not a charity case, you’re a young man. A young man with a bright future ahead of you, and we’re just trying to do what’s best for you."

She paused, ensuring she had Billy’s attention despite his sudden drop in bravado.

"I’m trying to do what’s best for you."

Billy nodded, a hint of reluctant acknowledgment. Then, with a sharp scoff, he adds,

"Yeah, I've heard that one before too."

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Alarm Clock, chapter one

Perfection meets Perfectionist #3 | copyright to saturnfairycat

Author's Note: well, well, well. isn't it the purpose of this whole account. This is the beginning plot of the story in mind. Very dramatic. Little storyline events. Enjoy!

Chapter One

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The alarm clock tuned in for another long, painful try of annoyance. The dead weight hidden under the blanket and crinkled sheets groaned, hanging onto the dream they had as long as possible. It seemed that the alarm clock huffed a little at the sorry state of the bed. The bed, single sized, laid someone who should be getting up right about now. They have been late once already, which is something out of the ordinary for their auto-pilot life. And here they were, blocking out their alarm clock in a fetal position. Cradling their arms around their chest, protective walls bracing for impact of the cruel world. If the alarm clock had a mind of its own, it would be disappointed; but since it doesn't, their last attempt of waking the sleeping mess was changing the radio channel. There wasn't any particular reason why Etta liked the radio channel that the alarm clock was set in, 'it is better than having the chance of catching that one song playing'. Hallow and empty emotions echoed at the back of their mind, it was distant. Good. But obviously, they have forgotten that they have programmed the alarm clock into flipping through radio channels to annoy Etta into getting up.

Their song played.

"The way you text I rather dig my grave…" Etta, white as a ghost, sat upright in protest of their throbbing head. "..Because I never knew what was so cliche…" The sorrowful tune mockingly danced around their head as Etta tried to picture out their surroundings. "..About you blaming me for all the things I've done…" Eyes drawn immediately to the sudden bright light-- their phone went off the third time. 'It's probably February.' Etta groaned once more at the thought of going to work. "..Baby can't you see you're the reason why I can't breathe…" They knew they were late, and they knew that February wouldn't be pleased, either. But there is only so much you can worry about when your head is being split in two. "I love you! I love you!" Etta couldn't take anymore of that song.

Reaching out to their nightstand, they slammed their clenched fist hard on top of the pitiful alarm clock. As if the alarm clock knew it had the upper hand, it was stubborn and didn't break from the sheer force of its owner. "And my best friends are gonna cry, they don't understand what it's like…"

Etta swore slightly under their breath, half tempted in throwing the alarm clock out the window. 'Dropping from the window's height, the alarm clock could probably kill someone.' Etta rolled their eyes in the thought of getting done by using their alarm clock as a murdering weapon. "..To love someone so cold…" Etta dived down, "I think someone is caging me up again…" elbows rubbing hard onto the grey carpet, "..I wonder what phrase will trigger it…" their body positioned ready to do butterfly strokes.

"..Girl I'm sorry but I've got to go…" Desperate. Thirsty for water after days of neglect. Reaching out to the power plug like Etta's carpet was quick sand. As if the sunshine seeping through the curtains was a blazing fireball; threatening to burn them alive. "..This time I'll leave you without no note-" The alarm clock never saw it coming, how can a body of sadness move so swiftly?

'I win.'

Etta raised the power plug into the air, triumphed by their success. Warm and calming silence hugged Etta's ears, making Etta sigh out in relief and pure joy for a moment. It felt like freedom, for a long standing second.

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To be continued...