the tattered dress

the signs as abandoned places

ARIES Abandoned gas stations, beholders of tumbleweeds and roadside tales, filled with dead fuel yet frozen in time, eyes on the passengers with their hands and hair out the window, haunted by old desert songs and engines revving behind it.

TAURUS: Abandoned bars, stools turned over, a ripped flyer shouting BABES BABES BABES hanging off the bulletin board, a lost motorcycle tire, glass shattered, and the spirit of hell still living somewhere inside.

GEMINI Ghost towns, at the base of old mountains, houses with shutters like eyes and doors like mouths, swallowing stories whole, convenience stores still stocked with stale bread, cabins and headstones still peeking out from behind fairy wood brambles, nature stretching into steel, ready to come alive with a shift of the wind.

CANCER: Abandoned motels, empty pools filled with deflated flamingos, the sign out front screaming VACANCY forever, each room a different anthology of guest book tales, smashed television monitors and a love note ( or goodbye note ) caught up in the rust of the honeymoon suite.

LEO: Abandoned theaters, stages dented with the ghosts of performances past, torn scripts scattered across floorboards in a mess of Playbills and shattered eyeglasses, broken lights and tattered dress hems, mannequins poised at an eternal act one.

VIRGO Abandoned train stations, cars sprayed in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, drifters still starting fires in some of the shells, grass growing over old gears, ghost conductors with no destination, rails intersecting at odd angles like flowers and bones.

LIBRA Abandoned campgrounds, rattlesnakes and desert blues, dead hot and forgotten, a shelled-out RV and the dry lake where the kids used to play, swallowing up broken toys and flat tents, showers crawling with critters, vintage t-shirts printed with campground bears promising that it’s still “the happiest place on earth.”

SCORPIO Abandoned amusement parks, soggy coaster cars paused mid-ascension, cheap thrills and screams still stagnant in the air, ferris wheels trembling in the wind, clown faces distorted and torn down the middle, a mascot head smiling out from the overgrowth.

SAGITTARIUS Abandoned renaissance fairs, an acre out of time, fake pirate ships swinging, fairy wings trying to fly, dead flower crowns tangled with bright ribbons and peasant blouses shed by the lake, empty squares and old stage buildings, Arthur’s sword caught at the entry, still waiting to be pulled.

CAPRICORN Abandoned toy stores, broken pinball machines, ghost clowns, and popped balloons, playing cards stuck to the floor, a crooked house of childhood horrors, teddy bears bleeding stuffing, and a funhouse mirror distorting the distorted. 

AQUARIUS: Abandoned piers, driftwood split down the middle, coastline the last alive thing, neon lights still calling Gatsby home from the horizon, but promising only the ghosts of mermaids washed ashore, tires and bottles filled with sand, dead trees spouting from old rocks, branches a wind chime of ripped dresses, forks, and seashells on strings.

PISCES: Abandoned waterparks, slides overlooking entire old cities, perfect for climbing, hoses and pools now scrawled over and used as skateboard ramps, kids climbing over the old towers and ladders in their bathing suits when it rains, pure want as their tickets in, yelling, “We’re still here, we’re still here, we’re still here!”

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When he was gone, Dany went to her window and looked out wistfully on the waters of the bay. The square bright towers of Pentos were black silhouettes outlined against the setting sun. Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of tagged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo’s manse. 

His Throne [JHS]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jung Hoseok on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Hoseok, dom!Hoseok, thigh riding

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So I figured since I just turned 18, I should challenge myself and write my first smut! It kinda totally sucks, but what can ya do?  PCs to vikttoria16.

Version: Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jung Hoseok, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Hoseok demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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His Throne [MYG] | 01

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Min Yoongi on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Yoongi, dom!Yoongi, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Min Yoongi, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Yoongi demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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I would be so very, very interested in your take on a Stardew Valley fic

Elliot opened the door to his cabin, and nearly fell backwards, swallowing an unbecoming shriek of surprise.

The woman who’d claimed the old farm west of Pelican Town was standing right outside his door. Her dark eyes were wide and wild, blue hair frayed and flying in every direction, green slime and rust smudged over her cheeks. The hem of her white dress was tattered, touched with the mud that soaked her heavy boots.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hello?” he said. “Are you hurt?” He thought that some of the mud might have been bruises, but it was hard to tell.

She laughed like a jug full of rocks. “Yeah,” she said. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him. “You weren’t here this morning so I went to the mine.” She had a pickaxe and a sword strapped to her back, both looking worn and battered.

“Would you like me to call Harvey?” he asked, because the longer he looked at her the more she looked as if she was about to collapse.

“No, I’ll probably just go to bed,” she said, pulling her backpack in front of her so that she could dig through it.

“It really seems like you should go to the hosp–”

He was interrupted when she shoved something towards him.

“I got you this lobster,” she said.

It was in poor shape, having apparently been kept at the bottom of her bag, beneath raw ore and berries and sharp hunks of crystal. He took it very gingerly from her with the tips of well-manicured fingers. Hers were chewed ragged and covered in dirt.

“This is a beautiful gift,” he assured her. “Thank you.”

She beamed. Her teeth were stained red.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to–”

“Okay, bye,” she said, turning to run back toward the bridge into town. Elliot was left standing in the doorway to his cabin, spotless from his boots to his cravat, holding a disfigured lobster covered in gold dust and crushed salmonberries.

He looked at the lobster.

“… I wonder if she likes poetry.”

I want to make a game where there’s a princess and a knight in love. And the knight is in trouble, so the princess has to save the knight. And you get to play as this badass princess in a pretty pink dress, slaying enemies and traveling across the land to save her knight. People all over the land are shocked and spread stories of her fierce battles that eventually become legends passed down, about a pretty princess in pink wielding a sword in a tattered, blood-stained dress stopping at nothing to save her knight. And at the end, she finally rescues the knight and you find out the knight is a cute girl and they have a big wedding and the whole kingdom comes and it’s a warm, happy ending.

Guardian Angel

Hey there! nyrandrea and themarginalartist here!

So here it is, our super secret project! We have both been very excited about this and now we can finally share it! This story is inspired by @thelostmoongazer‘s Mob Boss Bendy AU and more specifically, @the-vampire-inside-me‘s very own Abel the Angel! 

We’re planning on making this into a series and we have quite a lot of it planned out already so here’s the first chapter!

Enjoy!

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Taken [Chapter 5]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


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You were given an actual room.

Baekhyun was the one who led you there. After you finished practicing with Chen, you were expecting Suho to be right behind you, but you were surprised to find him already gone.

Baekhyun reassured you saying that he just had some business to take care of, but told him to take you to your new room.

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His Throne [KNJ] | 01

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Kim Namjoon on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Namjoon, dom!Namjoon, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Kim Namjoon, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Namjoon demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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A silver dagger is always the best accessory for it is both useful and stylish ⚔️🌿

This is the most layers I can do with this summer weather, and even then it has to be on a minimum temp day 😓Think I need to invent a “summer nazgûl” aesthetic and just dress in a billowy tattered black robe everyday 💀

Dress is from Punk Rave, boots and top are second hand, arm warmers belong to my mum 🖤

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Nyx-Chapter 8

Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.

Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence And Smut

Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader

You had been running for what felt like hours. Bits of twig and leaves stuck in the rats nest which was currently your hair. Your bare feet were caked with mud, rips in your dress appeared from where the branches of trees had caught the delicate fabric. You would run forever if you had your way, but a particularly thick tree root thwarts your plan sending you careening down a sharp hill.

You fall for hours, minutes, seconds. It makes no difference as you reach the bottom, bruised and humiliated. Low whimpers leave you as the fight with Bucky replays on endless loop in your head. Years of self loathing rushed out before your brain could interject, and you knew there was no taking it back. It was a lost cause, the crushing realization the love you and Bucky held for each other could not be salvaged, too much had happened, so many hurtful words spewed in the heat of the moment. There was no coming back from this, no fixing it.

He had offered you an olive branch, a way to be close to him, but you had let petty jealousy take hold of you.

You had broken it this time. You had destroyed what was left of your crumbling relationship.

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Bite Me (M)

Warnings: self-indulgent Sehun smut no one asked for but here we are, mentions of blood, oral, slight pain kink

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIWI!! REMEMBER YOU LOVE ME OKAY????

Length: Sehun’s di–2602


Everything about him screamed, “Danger! Do not approach! Run or die!”  But there was something so magnetic, so irresistible that she knew she couldn’t run even if she had wanted to.  He had captured her in the trap that was his gaze from the very moment she first laid eyes on him.  From the dark glint of unbridled lust flashing in his eyes to the gracefully fluid way his body moved as he so effortlessly stalked his way across the crowded dance floor, there was something so undeniably powerful about him.  

His mysterious aura alone entranced her, but his whispered sweet nothings into her ear as he guided their bodies to the pulsing music compelled her to assent to his invitation to go somewhere more private.

The taxi ride to his apartment was spent with their lips slotted together in a series of rushed kisses and rough nips. Based on the brief trip, she expected him to rush her straight to his room as soon as they stepped through his front door.  He, however, showed her to his living room as he fetched two glasses and an ornate glass decanter filled with a perfectly aged cabernet sauvignon.  She watched him carefully pour each of them a glass, silently wondering if this show of gentlemanly smoothness was all a part of an act or a genuine part of his charms; in any case, she was still just as drawn to him as the moment she first saw him in the crowded club and the fire burning hot in her belly only reinforced her attraction.  As she lifted the glass to her lips, he broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between them.  “I can guarantee you’ve never been with anyone like me,” he boldly claimed.

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His Throne [KTH]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Kim Taehyung on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Taehyung, dom!Taehyung, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Kim Taehyung, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Taehyung demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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Taken [Chapter 4]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


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Suho finally manages to escape from a rather unpleasant conversation with some of the other clans.

He breathes a sigh of relief as he turns to the spot where you sat with the old geezer, only to find neither of you there.

Suho clenches his teeth at this and quickly finds a dark corner, fishing out his phone. “Where is she?”

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Daenerys + wanting a normal life

  • Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo’s manse. – AGOT
  • “We will have it all back someday, sweet sister,” he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. “The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King’s Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back.” Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known. – AGOT
  • Once on a voyage to Braavos, as she’d watched the crew wrestle down a great green sail in a rising gale, she had even thought how fine it would be to be a sailor. – ASOS
  • In her dream they had been man and wife, simple folk who lived a simple life in a tall stone house with a red door. – ADWD
  • If she had been some ordinary woman, she would gladly have spent her whole life touching Daario, tracing his scars and making him tell her how he’d come by every one. I would give up my crown if he asked it of me, Dany thought… – ADWD
Seven Steps to Hell

Prologue: Peccata Mortiferum.

Series: BamBam | Mark | Jackson | Youngjae | Yugyeom | Jaebum | Jinyoung  | Conclusion

Genre: Drama, Angst–with smut coming in the next parts; 7 Cardinal Sins! AU

Pairing: None, as of yet– but all of GOT7 will be covered in the rest of the series

Word Count: 900 approx.

Notes: If you think I know what I’m doing…then you think incorrectly. But anyway, this is a short prelude to the rest of the series, so you guys can understand what’s happening, later on.


“The future is meant for those who are willing to let go of the worst parts of the past. When you cannot take two steps without turning around to inspect your footsteps, you are getting nowhere fast.”

― Corey Taylor, Seven Deadly Sins: Settling the Argument Between Born Bad and Damaged Good

Originally posted by tomatono

There was a time, long, long ago, when the world only existed in peace and harmony; a world that, now, seems so, so far away. There was no room for the reign of darkness, the spread of fear; there was only Virtue and goodness.

There was only You.

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funkzpiel  asked:

PROMPT: Angel!Graves and Demon!Grindelwald are fighting for Credence's soul. They bicker and argue all the time. Credence knows he should pick the angel's side, because religion, upbringing, yada yada - but whenever the Angel is asleep, the Demon loves to feast on Credence's biggest weakness, his sexual attraction to the Angel. "What if I told you I could make your Angel human? Make him love you?" Grindelwald smiles. "You could touch him, kiss him, fuck him - all it would cost is your soul."

Originally posted by mygoldendragonfly

Originally posted by gravesfrommacusa

Originally posted by ritarussiandoll


poor credence caught in the middle of these two and the battle for his soul.

amazingly, 100% squeaky clean/because i need to redeem myself from recent sins tbqh


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His Throne [JJK]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jeon Jungkook on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Jungkook, dom!Jungkook, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jeon Jungkook, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Jungkook demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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The King-part 4

The King Masterlist

Summary/Author’s Note- Written for a request and for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ‘s writing challenge…prompt Wedding dress. Takes place on wedding night. Gwen is scared and unsure of the man she married so expect some serious submissiveness. This is smut heavy but not kink heavy. It’s her first time. He’s not going to totally traumatize her with whips and chains. So this is pretty vanilla for these two. Part 1 is actually their first foray into kink and takes place a week after this. Hope you like it.

Word Count-2.9 k

Warnings- Explicit smut, possible dub-con

Tag List- @breemacen24 @jenn0755 @negans-network @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @ladylorelitany @melodicdolls @ninjacuddlepile @negans-chick @thatwriterizzy @sassyfiedscribbles @ashzombie13 @wadeyourebarelyalive @starshinesupergirl @adayinmymeadow @astrangegirlsmind @withsilverleaves @myheart4ever47  @shadesofarrogance @jmackie1983

Sorry if I forgot to tag anyone. Just remind me. I couldn’t find my taglist file for this story.

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

The ceremony was long over. The feast and celebrations were steadily getting more rambunctious as the wine flowed freely. Toasts to the newlywed couple rang out every few minutes as guests searched for new ways to praise their King and his new bride, allowing them to indulge without guilt.

Gwendolyn had barely been able to eat sitting next to the tall intimidating man that was now her husband. Having only met him yesterday, she was not sure what kind of man he was. She had heard rumors of his ruthlessness on the battlefield. His quick and harsh judgements. She could only hope he would be a gentler husband. But her hopes were fading fast.

Negan had dance with her once to open the festivities and not again. Which was a shame. For such a large imposing figure he moved about the dance floor with grace. He sat silent next to her at the high table. Any attempts to start a conversation with him resulting in short curt answer.

So, Gwen watched others enjoying her wedding. The men drank heavily. Lewd jokes brought a permanent flush to her cheeks. The women glared at her in envy or perhaps pity.  She sipped her wine as she sat, dreading the moment when it would be time for her to retire.

It came too soon. Her new handmaidens provided by her husband came to collect her. They lead her to her new chambers that she would share with Negan. It was luxurious and yet not as opulent as she would have expected. A stone fireplace lit the space. Large intricately carved four post bed with heavy curtains sat opposite the fire. Everything was decorated in shades of black and red.

Gwen stood in front of a mirror and gazed at herself. She seemed to clash with everything around her. Out of place in her white wedding gown. Delicate lace laid over her arms and shoulders. Just a shade brighter than her skin. It had small pearls sewn over the skirt that caught the light as she walked. It was the most beautiful gown she had ever owned.

Her handmaidens focused on the many twists and braids holding her red hair in an elaborate design until it flowed freely to her waist. Gwendolyn finally saw herself for what she was. A virgin sacrifice. Now it would be time for her to lay across the altar to be devoured by the dragon that had threatened her father’s kingdom.

Panic began to rise as she felt fingers begin to work the many pearl buttons at her back. She could feel her stomach churn and her throat tighten. She blinked her eyes rapidly as she fought the tears threatening to spill. She wasn’t ready for this. Any of it.

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Ten Days- Day 2

The next morning, the sound of crisp patter again my window woke me up. Images of painting-worthy landscapes swam beneath my eyelids with memory and I fluttered my eyes open.

The sunlight caught something in my room through my opaque curtains, drawing rainbows around the four-walled space. It looked extraordinary and I immediately caught my breath. Maybe the world was beautiful after all.

Mesmerised, I walked over to my wall and placed my hand flat on the cold, pimpled surface. The rainbow patterned itself onto my hand, into every crevice and imperfection. I didn’t notice how deeply the moment had captured me until another stone hit my window.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, rushing over to pull the curtains apart from each other. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I felt excitement to be facing a new day.

“Shawn Peter Raul Mendes .” I called out, his middle names rolling off of my tongue for some reason. I widely opened the window and looked down at him. “You are going to scratch my window.” I laughed, watching as he sheepishly continued to stare at me.

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