Just as Haruna predicted, it was indeed a sleepless night. She simply had to ask tomorrow, she HAD to know! Did Miyu understand the symbolism of the white marguerite? Did she understand that those flowers meant... secret love? (D4DJ)
It was hard to believe they'd known each other for just over a year at this point. In some ways, it felt like so much longer. In others, it felt like hardly any time had passed at all. But if there was one thing Tsubaki was sure of, she wanted to always be this close to RONDO, and Aoi, forever and ever...
While searching for the Second Holy Seal out in space, Lady Love Dies runs into two Umbra Witches battling an angel, and a crew of bean-like aliens trying to escape an imposter aboard their spaceship. It was the strangest case she'd ever worked on in all her millennia of being alive. (Paradise Killer, Bayonetta, Among Us).
Just like last year, I'm doing one story per day for Pride Month, only this year has a theme: Quarantine. So buckle up and get ready for some stupid, silly, gay stuff to help make YOUR quarantine a little bit better (hopefully). Have a happy, safe, virtual Pride Month this year, all you lovely readers, and I hope my stories aren't as bad as the 'Rona! Enjoy!
Just like last year, I'm doing one story per day for Pride Month, only this year has a theme: the original Gilbert Baker Pride Flag! Every day is 1 of 8 colors or meanings tied to each stripe of the flag. Are you all ready for 20-bi-teen? Then let's go!
It's Pride Month, so we've got one story per day about LGBT characters from multiple fandoms including my own original story. Hope you like and have a happy Pride Month!
Lena watched Supergirl take to the skies while Kara watched Lena rise up through L-Corp in her elevator. They were two super girls off to save the world, each one hoping to make the other proud. And once the busy days were over, they would be waiting on the ground for each other to come back down.
Was it Island 3? 13? 23? The pages of the story stuck together for Crimson. All she knew was that Lady had left her no choice but to stay frozen in time forever. The red candle, it was the same one Crimson had seen so many times before. The flame was flickering out, but somebody would be back soon to relight it and start the cycle all over again. (Paradise Killer)
Lydia wanted nothing more than to flee the Syndicate forever. No. That wasn't true. There was ONE thing she wanted even more than that. Her muse. She wouldn't go anywhere without him. So, as long as he was here, she supposed she could survive another day as well. (Paradise Killer).
Maybe Aoi thought it was over for her and Tsubaki, ever since stage-fright sent Tsubaki fleeing from RONDO, and her, but Hiiro and Nagisa weren't so sure. In their mind, it wasn't too late, and there was still a way for Aoi to get the girl. (D4DJ)
Today would mark the 8000th year since Lady's exile, so Sam and Lydia and friends hold a bar-night in memoriam. As sad as their present may be, their past is anything but, so tonight they're going to dance, like it was the very first night, in her honor and for her sake. Little do they know, isolated as she is, she's doing the exact same thing for them. (Based on Paradise Killer).
It was Galinda's idea, really. Who else would be so childish and silly as to suggest using perfume bottles to convey "secret messages" to her best friend/roommate? But, come 20 odds years later, that little game of theirs just might come back into play one more time, only this message will be far more vital and important than any other message sent before it.
Knowing that Lady Love Dies might very well spend the rest of eternity in exile did not sit well with her two best friends, Sam and Lydia, so they decide to take matters into their own hands and bust her out of prison. Lucky for the detective-turned-inmate, the two ex-assassins know places they can hide. Now, they just have to outrun the marshal guard. (Based on Paradise Killer).
But only to a certain extent. There's only so much failure a person can take before they go a little mad. Carmelina loved to create, yes, but not when every job only came to her because the Syndicate had destroyed her previous work. (Based on Paradise Killer).
She'd spent hours trying to call home, wondering where those hours, and all the ones before them, went. New Paradise was supposed to feel better than this, wasn't it? Or had the corruption already begun? There were lies on this island, Lady knew, because they were coming from her own heart. Paradise Killer sequel, angsty AU.
When Paradise loses its best and only detective, that leaves the investigation and execution of justice up to the late detective's best friend, who decides to solve the mystery her OWN way.
Having decided to lose all faith in humanity, two of Hope’s Peak’s biggest otakus take solace in characters over people, but there are execeptions to every rule.
They always told her she should get out more, but if every adventure to the Outside World was going to end badly, why not sleep rather than stay awake?
My dearest friend, I didn't used to understand Patronuses, and even now, I still sort of don't, but after that one perfect, peaceful night on the couch by your side, I'm starting to understand them a little bit better. Now, I think I even know what my Patronus would be...