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nova-moonlight · 14 days

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ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛʟᴇʀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟɪs x ᴏᴄ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ

In the midst of a dense forest, I wandered for what felt like an eternity, my throat parched, and my body weary. My once pristine clothes were now tattered and stained with blood, a testament to the trials I had endured. As I stumbled through the undergrowth, each step a struggle against exhaustion, I prayed for respite.

"Just a moment's rest," I murmured to myself, collapsing against the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree. But when I awoke, the velvet sky adorned with shimmering stars betrayed the passing of more than just a few minutes.

Thirst clawed at my throat, a primal need demanding satisfaction. I staggered onward, driven by an insatiable hunger that gnawed at my very being. Finally, I emerged from the oppressive embrace of the forest, blinking in the dim light of a moonlit clearing.

A town lay before me, its cobblestone streets winding like veins through the heart of London. Every corner seemed to hold secrets, every alleyway a potential sanctuary. I approached a passerby, my voice a desperate plea in the night.

"Sir! Sir, I implore you, I am in dire need of assistance!"

The man's eyes widened in shock at the sight of me, my clothes torn and bloodied. But there was no time for explanations, only action.

"Quickly, take me to a secluded place where we may speak in private," I urged, my tone urgent yet laced with a hint of danger.

With a nod of understanding, the man led me to a shadowed alleyway, his concern overshadowed by a growing sense of curiosity. As he gently set me down, I wasted no time in revealing my true nature.

"So, my dear sir," I whispered, my voice low and hypnotic, "can you guess what comes next?"

Before he could comprehend the danger that lurked beneath my genteel facade, I sank my fangs into his flesh, the metallic tang of his blood flooding my senses. With each swallow, I felt a surge of power coursing through my veins, the hunger within me finally sated.

In the heart of Victorian London, amidst the gaslit streets and whispered secrets, a creature of the night found solace in the darkness, and a willing victim fell prey to the allure of the unknown.

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nova-moonlight · 2 months

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Akaashi Keiji x Rin Kento oc

Band oc

The dim street light cast a warm glow on the wet pavement as I walked, my boots leaving deep impressions with each step. The air was heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and a hint of something sweet wafting from the bakery down the block. Pulling my black cap, making sure it's fastened on me, I quickened my pace, eager to reach my destination. There was something about this place that always made me feel alive, like I could be anyone or anything I wanted to be.

As I turned the corner, I spotted the familiar glow of the neon sign: The Rock Up. It was a quaint little venue, nestled between two abandoned warehouses, but it had a charm all its own. Tonight, the music was so loud it vibrated through the walls, beckoning me inside like a siren song. Without hesitation, I pushed open the creaky door and stepped into the electric atmosphere.

The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sweet scent of sweat, but I didn't mind. I was here for the music, and the music was everything. The stage was barely visible through the throng of bodies, but I could make out the silhouettes of the band members as they thrashed about, lost in the moment.

I made my way through the crowd, careful not to spill my drink as I navigated the sea of flailing limbs. I could feel the energy pulsing through me, matching the rhythm of the music. I looked around, taking in the mix of people around me: some were here to just have a good time, others were here because they were friends with the band, and then there were those like me, who just couldn't get enough of the music.

The band took a break between sets, and I took advantage of the lull to grab another drink from the makeshift bar. As I waited, I scanned the crowd for familiar faces, but tonight everyone seemed to be strangers. It was liberating in a way, being able to lose myself in the music and the crowd without worrying about what anyone else thought.

As the band set up for their second set, the energy in the room seemed to surge again, as if we were all holding our breath waiting for them to start playing. The lead singer, a girl not much older than me, took her place at the mic and flashed a crooked smile before launching into the first song. Her voice was raw and powerful, echoing through the club like thunder.

I found myself getting lost in the music again, moving to the beat and letting the rhythm take control of my body. The sweaty press of bodies against me didn't bother me as much as it normally would; tonight, it felt like we were all connected by this invisible thread of sound and emotion.

The bass player, a guy with tattoos crawling up his arms, caught my eye as he switched between standing and kneeling, his fingers a blur of motion as he plucked at the strings. There was something so raw and animalistic about the way he played, as if he were channeling the energy of the crowd through his instrument. I couldn't help but feel a small spark of envy for his talent.

The rest of the band seemed to feed off of each other's energy, building the music higher and higher, taking us all on a journey through their soundscape. I closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me, losing myself in the haze of lights and sound. For a moment, it felt like I was a part of something bigger than myself, like I belonged here, on this stage, with these people.

As the set came to an end, the lead singer stepped back from the mic, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, drowning out the tinny music from the speakers. I clapped along, feeling a small swell of pride for the band, for their talent and their dedication. But as the last note faded away, reality came rushing back in, and I remembered why I was really here.

With a sigh, I glanced at my phone. It was well past midnight, and I had to be up in a few hours to catch the bus to school. The thought of facing another day of gym class and math tests was enough to make me want to stay here, lost in the music and the crowd. But I knew I couldn't.

I pushed my way through the throng of people, careful not to spill my now-empty drink on anyone, and made my way toward the exit. As I fought my way past the last few revelers, I felt a pang of regret, knowing that I wouldn't be able to see the band play their encore. They were so talented, and they deserved a bigger audience than just this dingy little club.

But alas, it wasn't meant to be. School would have to take priority, at least for now. With a sigh, I stepped out into the cool night air, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. The city lights twinkled like stars above me, and the air was thick with the sounds of car horns and distant music.

I started the long walk to the bus stop, my feet moving automatically through the familiar streets. My thoughts drifted back to the band, and I couldn't help but wonder if they'd find their way out of the small-time gigs and into something bigger. They deserved it, they really did.

As I neared the bus stop, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. It wasn't just the band that I was thinking of; it was me too. I wanted more out of life, wanted to be part of something bigger and more meaningful. But with my father constantly breathing down my neck, always reminding me of my place in the world, it felt like those dreams were impossibly out of reach.

He was always so critical of my interests, of my friends. He didn't understand why I liked to play guitar, why I liked to go to shows, why I didn't want to settle down and get married and have kids right out of high school like my older sister had. He didn't understand that there was more to life than just that.

As the bus pulled up to the stop, I took one last look back down the street, wondering if I'd ever find the courage to break free from my father's expectations and forge my own path in life. It was a daunting thought, but I knew deep down that it was what I wanted, what I needed, to be truly happy.

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nova-moonlight · 3 months

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ʀᴜssɪᴀɴ ʀᴜʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ\\ sᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ

In a deadly game of cat and mouse, bounty hunter Honey Larson finds herself falling for the very detective, Spencer Reid, who's been tasked with bringing her to justice. As they navigate the dangerous underworld of crime and corruption, their forbidden romance blossoms amidst the chaos. Honey, known for her quick wit and unwavering determination, has made a name for herself as a ruthless bounty hunter, leaving a trail of captured criminals in her wake. But her life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with Detective Spencer Reid, a brilliant and relentless investigator with a reputation for solving the toughest cases. As Spencer delves deeper into the criminal underworld, he finds himself captivated by Honey's enigmatic charm and undeniable skills. Despite their conflicting roles, they discover an undeniable connection, a dangerous attraction that threatens to blur the lines between right and wrong. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of Russian Roulette, Honey and Spencer must confront their pasts, unravel a web of deceit, and ultimately decide where their loyalties lie. With every twist and turn, they find themselves questioning everything they thought they knew, caught in a deadly game where love and justice hang in the balance.

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