His hand pressed against the soft, smooth skin of her neck, and under the coolness of his glove she could feel the heat of his palm, moving down towards the metal collar around her neck. She stared at him in confusion. What was he..? He tilted his head to the side, his eyes following the path his hand moulded along her skin. He was almost right there, his blue eyes lit up by the subtle gold undertone shining almost metallically underneath crystalline blue. "Such nice skin, Amidala." He purred, his voice dripping with honey, sounding almost harmless, but she sensed a threat underneath his calm, almost lazy tone. "Skywalker, this isn't the time for-" She stopped short when she saw his eyes, so sharp and icy. Padmé stared at him, her brows drawn down in a confusion. He'd never looked at her like that before, so unfeelingly. And why wasn't he trying to free her? Unease and dread of this unknown territory filled her. A look of sympathy, or perhaps sadistic pity leaked into his eyes, and she felt a sudden drop in her stomach. "You really have no idea, do you?" She didn't even attempt to hide the confused fear that was passing through her. "Allow me to enlighten you." He hissed, and suddenly his grip was around her neck with pressure, gripping her neck from above the collar. It was far to familiar. "I told you never to forget this, and now you'll suffer the consequences for not listening." ~ The galaxy is in shreds, Palpatine is in control of the prospering Empire, AND Padme finds herself under the radar of the galaxy's most feared force, Darth Vader. Twenty-Four year old Padmé Amidala Naberrie is a Nubian Senator of the Galactic Senate, a contesting member against the Empire, and a Rebel spy. So what happens when she meets a dark, brooding, mysterious enigma of a friend who may be hiding a secret? Or perhaps all the secrets on the Empire?

Sequel to my book 'MONSTER', so you should probably read that first because: spoilers you have been warned

"The campers that went missing last week, are still traceless. The police does everything they can. people are recommended to stay inside past the hour 9. Also, the mayor has everyone forbidden to go in or near the woods. stay safe everyone." Dallon and Spencer were planning to go on the road trip of their dreams. But when their car broke down in the middle of the woods, and they ask shelter by a old mansion on top of a hill. The dream becomes a nightmare. Nothing is what it seems. In the mansion lay deep, dark secrets hidden. A monster. Spencer, Dallon, and the butler: Brendon decided to investigate. But like I'd said... Nothing is what it seems. Be and be prepared for cringy grammar.....

Brendon Urie takes an internship at a software company and it leads to things he could never have imagined. Highest ranking: #1 in the Brallon tag #38 in the LGBT tag #5 in the gay tag

"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

Frank's birthday leads him into an unexpected clamor of emotions as he struggles to comprehend his new existence by Gerard's side.