#bitter end is the TBA

[drugstorecowboi]

End of an era. Thanks for everything AHC. It’s been a wild ride these last few years🫡

[monamipencil]

when strawberries bloom (teaser)

“When the strawberries bloom, I'll be by your side.”

premise. mingyu is content with his life in the capitol as a victor, although he's haunted by the images of the nightmare he lived ten years ago. but all that comes to an abrupt stop, when he discovers that you—his greatest demise had been alive all this time.

content. hunger games! au, victor! mingyu, f! reader, pseudo major character death, hints of trauma, mingyu is a blink away from alcohol poisoning, capitol shenanigans, this is set in the period of second rebellion, slow burn, jealousy, both of them are in denial, fight scenes, friends to lovers (?) to strangers to enemies (it's one sided) to ???, angst, fluff, crack, smut. heavy fruit metaphor, yearning, pining, happy ending.

warnings. will be added in the fic post.

word count. tba.

release date. around december end.

author’s note. this is a part of the ‘catching fire’ collab hosted by @vitaminkyeom. i'm very excited to write this and share with you guys. though i'm barely done with fic, i thought i'd put out as a teaser to fuel me to finish it. and pls feel free to come to my inbox and scream abt this fic <33 send an ask to be added to the taglist !

Mingyu controls a deep sigh as yet another woman presses herself against him in the name of dancing. He fakes his gaze, pretending to be enamoured. The strong perfume she’d used makes his head throb, and irritate his nostrils. 

The woman whispers sultrily, “I can’t believe I got you all to myself tonight.”

She flutters her eyelashes at him, her hands playing with the tie of his masquerade mask. It only covers the lower half of his face—a skillfully sculpted skull mask, lined with golden chains. He avoids looking at her, eyes darting all over the room to find something to fixate on. 

His lack of attention doesn’t seem to faze the woman as she only steps in closer. He bites his tongue and focuses on the details of the mansion. Gold painting lines the ivory walls that are basked in the dim lights of the party now. Grand, maroon curtains hangs by the arched windows, slightly swaying as the wind flows in. 

Awe turns into confusion which is replaced by disappointment when his eyes land on a glowing liquor fountain. But if he’s really honest, he’s a bit intrigued and his tongue feels dry, aching for the bitter taste of alcohol on it. 

Another shift of his eyes lands on a familiar lady, adorned in a black gown and dancing with an old man. He recognizes you as the lady from the balcony though your face is now obscured with a masquerade mask. Relief floods through his system, if he had to catch another glance at your face, his heart would stop beating once and for all. 

But as Mingyu had discovered long ago, things never really go the way he wishes them to. You turn your head, catching his gaze. Heat floods his cheeks and all the oxygen trickles out his lungs. He sucks in a sharp breath as you maintain eye contact. He doesn’t realise that he had stopped dancing till the woman whines. The sound prickles his skin, sending a shot of annoyance through him. 

All the voices around Mingyu drown out, turning into a mere buzz. A vine wraps around his heart, its thorns puncturing the gentle muscle. He watches as you shift your attention. Your beautiful lips curving into a smile, reacting to whatever the man had said. Your body leaning towards the old gamemaker, drawing attention to your cleavage. Rage courses through his veins along with another feeling. Jealousy. 

The feeling is foreign to him and he can’t even deduce why he’s jealous. Or, he knows why he’s jealous but even that mere idea seems incredulous. Still envy coils in his gut, rattling its tail at him and mocking him. Your eyes land on him again, and his heart skips a beat. 

Just then, the song switches, carrying a seductive note. Soon, the woman is whisked away and not even a second later, you end up in his arms. His hands skate down your silk gown to the small of your back and he pulls you flush against him. The proximity makes your breath hitch and you place your arm on his shoulders, swaying to the notes. Your breaths mingle together, body heat diffusing into one.

Maybe it’s the alcohol in his system or maybe you look too much like her, but he doesn’t find it in himself to care. With a sudden craving of intimacy, he holds you tight against him and the other intertwines with your left hand as you both sway to the flowing music. 

Any rational thought is chucked out his mind. The more he looks into your eyes, the more you look like her. In contrast to his prior wish, he wants your mask gone now. It obscures most of your face, cutting off near your right cheekbone to expose your right eye. 

He brushes stray hair aside. His soft, manicured nail beds caress the exposed skin off your face. You tighten your hold on him, doe eyes staring up at him with something he can’t pinpoint. His heartbeat quickens, a strange nostalgia permeates the air. Mingyu swears that this has happened before, a sense of deja vu fills his veins. 

Before he could comprehend his own actions, he undoes your mask. The sultry note tunes out into nothingness and the world seems to have stopped spinning. The mask hits the ground with a clank that gets muffled in the shock of the revelation. 

And there stands Kim Mingyu with his long lost lover and best friend who’s supposedly dead. 

You mirror his expression, horror staining your face as you shuffle to retrieve your mask. All while he stands still, going over the millions of possibilities. Why and how are you alive? Or is this a sick joke that someone is trying to play on him? 

You try to slip away from him, but he catches your hand, stopping you in your tracks. His grip tightens when you try to pull your hand away. His fingers brush over a bump on your skin, drawing attention to it. His eyes land on a scar that runs from the palm of your left hand to your wrist. 

Just then, you free yourself from his grip and escape into the bustling crowd of the party, leaving him alone. Though the mansion is filled with hundreds of citizens, an impermeable bubble seems to surround him—as if no one had witnessed what had occurred. It makes Mingyu question whether you’re real or if he made you up, like a mad man. 

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[beomgewz]

BITTER — j.jh

“moving on tastes so bitter.”

you always thought jeong jaehyun was the perfect boyfriend: caring, attentive, funny, honest — the list goes on — but that was before he left you. now, a year later, you swear you have moved on, involving yourself in college life. when you see him at a college party, looking smug and unbothered, it’s like a punch to the gut. he seems to have moved on while you’re still wallowing in self-pity. but you really thought things couldn’t have gotten worse when you found out that he was the new employee at the campus bookstore where you worked.

pairing: ex!jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: exes to lovers, coworkers to lovers, lowkey enemies to lovers, college!au, they both work at their college campus bookstore, based off the song “bitter” by internet girl and payday!

warnings: explicit language, drug and alcohol use, miscommunication, misunderstandings!!, their whole break-up was based off of miscommunication, mentions of cheating, they’re lowkey both assholes to each other, more tba

status: on — going

start: 30 november 2024

end: tba

notes: awkwardly looks around... genuinely so sorry to start another smau but man sometimes i get really good ideas that i need to share (no, the other stories are not discontinued. i will definitely finish them, but im posting chapters really slowly).

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chapters!

prologue

one — not jackson wang

two — okay what the fuck

three — manager seungcheol

four — ...

TAGLIST (17/50): @nctrawberries @viaaasdiary @sunghoonsgfreal @botchedbrat @cigsaftersuh @90s-belladonna @lizzieray @desssss-0 @mmjhh1998 @cryingforjae @apolloxxivmin @ihrtsolana @cigarettesafterjae @naye0npoppop @expiredcandies @kodasity @ypoom151999

[amourcheol]

paris (teaser)

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!

p l a y l i s t : here!

t a g l i s t : @hyuckworld​ @sysymei @alaypsy23 @belladaises @jjeongddol @sparklyshuji @forcoups @ilovesungjun @wonwoo24 @scandal-in-bohemia @hopefulchick @superbbananananana @onedumbho3 @fragmentof-indifference @cuntycheol @rubywonu @if-i-like-i-reblog @yoonzinoooo @jungwoos-luvr @crookedwolfruins @leclercloverbot​ @alexai (let me know if y’all want to be tagged!)

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : after three years ... four rewritings later... she may finally see the light ... i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3

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SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.

Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.

But then he began to move.

This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.

“Wait,” he then said, and your throat was closing up, you were blinking rapidly, chest growing heavy, and you needed him to get away. He came closer, and you knew then and there you were going to die on the cold floor of the Louvre, marble eyes on you—

And then your own gaze was glistening, and when he noticed it became harder to contain yourself. “_____, are you all right?”

“Yes!” you got out, but then you proved yourself wrong when a few tears slipped out, staining your cheeks.

The man wasted no time, closing the last space between the two of you as he reached out. Instantly, you repelled from his touch, almost flinching from his surprise. “No!” you rasped out, bringing out your own hands to create distance, taking a step back. “No, you don’t need to do that…I’m fine.” 

You breathed sharply through your nose. “I am fine.”

Hastily you turned to the empty space where he last was, before you followed him like a madwoman around the hall. He watched you, your back almost to him. “What…what are you…” you paused, trying to normalise your shaking voice. “What are you doing here?”

You could feel his inquisitive stare upon you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

That question was not being answered. “I asked you first.”

Because you could not see him, you were not aware of his reaction. Still, it was enough for him to answer, “Well, in the Louvre, or in Paris?”

You gritted your teeth at that. “I think everyone knows why you’re in Paris at the moment.”

“Do they, now?”

You could not help it.

Casting a momentary glance at him, you were taken aback to find his gaze upon you. “Are you aware, at least?” he asked you.

Despite his simple questions, your impending headache, you had to clamp down on your remarks. “Of course I’m aware,” you muttered. “The papers are all over the press tours you’ve been doing.”

A perfectly groomed brow arched at your comment. “I’m surprised you follow the papers at the moment.” 

You knew exactly what he meant. “One must keep check of the stories they gossip about,” you only said, focusing back on the empty space. “Those journalists cannot be trusted.”

“Hmm…” you heard shuffling amongst his clothes—no doubt crossing his arms. “I have read the stories.”

A scoff. “I suppose you believe them, don’t you?”

He noted the cruelty in your response. The actor did not take it to heart.

“I have always believed in the stories you told me, chérie.”

This time, curiosity controlled your movement.

Curiosity had you turning back, forcing you to observe his expression, catch his lie. 

But you found no deception.

No, there was only sincerity—pure as the moonlight shining on the two of you.

Chérie.

The last time someone had called you such a sweet name was too long ago.

How ironic, that it was the same man beside you who had bestowed you this very endearment.

A shuddered breath left you. 

You could not do this now.

You were going to say as much when Jeonghan interrupted you.

“Were you looking for something in here?”

Your furrowed brows had him humming. “I thought as much.” Gently, he jerked his head beyond your figure. “Strangely enough, I was looking for it as well.”

Confused, you glanced back at the empty space, where that certain, mysterious sculpture was supposed to be. “That is why I came to the Louvre,” you heard him say.

There was still suspicion laced in your features. “How do you know that we are thinking of the same piece?”

That ghost of a smile crept up again. “You act as if you don’t remember.”

Your sigh was a little sheepish. “I do,” you said, reminiscing on the memories. “But the name…”

No matter how hard you endeavoured, your memory of the sculpture was too hazy for your half-drunk mind. 

You searched him for an answer. “I’m sure you have not forgotten.”

“No…I have not.”

You waited. His silence had you insisting, “Well?”

When you saw a slight glimmer in his whimsical gaze, you knew that he had something else in mind. The implications had you biting your lower lip, anxiety blooming.

The nerves grew when Jeonghan spoke.

“I will tell you if you see me tomorrow.”

You blinked back.

“There’s an exhibition opening here tomorrow afternoon,” he continued, taking a step towards you, careful not to startle you again. “It’s centred on the sculpture we both wanted to see, but it’s been moved to another hall.”

He confused you a great amount. “How do you know that?”

His stare went beyond you, to the wall. “It says on the plaque.”

Sure enough—when you looked back, there was the notice. Because your French was adequate at best, you did not understand it fully. You simply had to trust his linguistic abilities.

That you could do—you were aware of Jeonghan’s fluency in the language of love. 

He cocked his head, a few strays cascading the side of his face. “You and I could see it there.”

The offer had shaken you. “Why?”

“Why?”

You knitted your brows suspiciously. “Why do you want to go with me?”

The film noir star watched you then, you shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. God, you forgot how intense his eyes were—in fairness, you had not been the subject of his stares for a few years. 

He locked his gloved hands behind his back. “Because you need a break, _____. From everything.”

He offered you a smile. “Let me be the one to give you that. If only for the day.”

You could have crumbled before him.

It was at this stage you cursed yourself for being in such a state. Perhaps if you were sober, you would have carried on this conversation in a more respectable manner, taken more caution.

It was incredibly difficult, composing yourself around the man.

“I can’t…” you inhaled sharply, trying to form the words. “I cannot do midday…too many people, you know…staring, judging…”

“Ah.” He nodded, parting his mouth in thought. “Then tomorrow night?”

Stretching your mouth, unsure, he assured, “They will not follow you here at this hour.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

This time, he sighed, surprised at your anxiousness. “I see you’ve not changed, then.”

You narrowed your gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?”

But the actor did not seem like he was going to elaborate. 

He instead took another step towards you, a mere two feet left. 

“Do you trust me?”

You tilted your head back. 

What kind of question was that?

Do you trust me?

You did not trust anyone. Not after this whole debacle back home, when almost all your friends within the industry had contributed to your downfall. Hollywood was filled with traitors, the worst being the people who haunted the journey of your disgrace at every moment.

It was impossible to place any ounce of faith in another.

As you watched his eyes settle on you, you noticed an emotion you had not witnessed in forever.

Tenderness.

Tenderness with no ulterior motive—gentle acceptance, as if he recognised your position. As if he recognised your change, the apprehensive nature of your questions, your pauses. It physically hurt being stained with such compassion, when you had been begging for it from the world all those weeks ago.

It hurt, having someone who understood you.

You, however, should not have been surprised.

Yoon Jeonghan had always been like this. Especially when you both were together.

You could have smiled. 

What a time that was.

As if he could read your mind, the film noir star began, “You remember, don’t you? That I’ve never let you down?”

You decided to let yourself slip—you could always blame it on the alcohol. 

“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”

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masterlist ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

f - fluff | a - angst | s - suggestive | m - mature (smut)

☆ SEOKJIN

o n e s h o t s

HATING YOU, CRAVING YOU (m) - 1.1k

summary. you don't exactly remember how the man you hate most ended up between your legs, but you're not complaining.

☆ YOONGI

s e r i e s

STUMBLE INTO YOU (f) - ON HOLD

summary. one wrong knock, a few chance encounters, and suddenly you’re stumbling into something more—shared walks, secret smiles, and a growing connection neither of you expected.

o n e s h o t s

UH OH, I’M FALLING IN LOVE (f) - 1.5k

summary. the night that yoongi realises you might be a lot more than just a close friend to his heart.

d r a b b l e s

BITTER COFFEES (f) (a) – 1.7k

summary. the last person you expect at your door at 4 am is yoongi. but his presence is like a blanket of comfort that helps soothe your aching heart.

MELTED KISSES (f) (s) – 1.9k

summary. yoongi's kisses are always sickly sweet. but the taste of melted sugar on his lips makes you crave him more than the plate of sugar coated fruits.

HEALING TOUCHES (f) – 2.2k

summary. sometimes, your boyfriend's tender touches and caring actions help heal your fragile state faster than any medication.

POTTERY DATE (f) – 1.1k

summary. you never expected to find pottery so difficult, so it's a good thing that your boyfriend is right there, ready to help guide you with his gentle hands.

EARLY MORNINGS (f) – 1k

summary. when time seems to bend every morning and love speaks through tender touches and quiet reassurances.

FACE MASKS (f) (a?) - 1.9k

summary. in which your presence is enough to lighten his toughest days—even if it means resorting to face masks at midnight

BOUQUET (f) - 1.3k

summary. summary. every day with you serves as a reminder that you are, in fact, the best thing that has happened to him

☆ JUNGKOOK

s e r i e s

BLURRED LINES (f) (s) (a) (m) – 0.0k

summary. tba...

o n e s h o t s

DIET PEPSI (s) – 1.4k

summary. stuck in the rain, jungkook can’t resist the sweetness of your lollipop—or the taste of your lips.

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[ahearthoficeandstone]

You are the first child of the Florinius family, your birth had predestined you to become the next ruler of H'afeara. But it has been ten long years since the Empire of Aea had declared war upon your home. Ten years fighting to keep your kingdom's independence- for your chance to rule- only for it to ripped away from you. And it's your own fault.

You had one more charge to lead against Aean forces, and you had lost that battle. Losing was no stranger to you, but none had been thorough and devastating. This loss had ended with you being taken as a prisoner of war, and the end of the war soon followed.

Now you are "free", a welcomed "guest" in the Aean court.  Being executed would have been a fairer fate.

[Contains elements of: court intrigue, romance, mystery, slice of life, and fantasy]

...

This side project is still in the planning stage, and things will be slow to come.

[Demo: TBA]

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in progress...

- Semi Customizable MC (personality will be fairly set)

- Make friends, enemies, maybe lovers? Still deciding who gets to be an RO

- Decide how you navigate life in a foreign court

- under construction

Aea Royal Family

Empress Dalia Solia Vespera | she/her | 176

Dalia’s reign has thus far been one of tenuous peace, which is relative. Her predecessor had walked the path of conquest of new territories while Dalia prefers to keep the empire’s current territories in line. She is a calculated and distant with a face that is ever neutral. 

King Consort Caesario Julius Vespera  | he/they | 140~ish???

The reason for the war. 

Edela Soleil Vespera | she/her | 37

Crown heir of the Aean’s empire. Edela is a woman who holds her head high, some may call her over confident but she cares little for the words of others. The lives of most around her mean little to her anyhow. She is also known for her highly destructive gravitational magic and is a formidable battle mage you luckily did not have the misfortune of going up against.

Augustus Valentino Vespera  | he/him | 30 | RO

The second in line for the crown is the eldest son of the Vespera family. He is a formidable draconian knight, and the very soldier who struck you down in battle. Despite it all, he seems to be the only member of the royal family who wishes to make your stay at least somewhat bearable.

Camilla Junia Vespera + Camillo Felix Vespera | he/him + she/her | 28 (twins)

The Vespera twins are always found at each other’s side, even on the battle field. They are a terrifying duo, even the most twisted members of the court shudder in their presence. Camillo always has a sinister smile on his lips and is the clear leader of the duo while his sister Camilla trails behind him like a ghost. The two take care of criminals of the highest order, thankfully they were not permitted to try any of their information “extraction” tactics on you.

Diedre Vespera | he/him (atm) | 24 | RO

The youngest of the Vespera children. A sickly man with a bitter disposition. He bears no empathy for others and bringing others down with cruel words is the only thing that seems to bring a smile to his face. He takes special joy in ruining his wife's day.

Aea Royal Court

Astra Aurora Valeria | she/her | 27 | RO

Aurora is an confident woman that many look up to. She is gentle, intelligent, and beautiful, a potent combination that makes her a magnet for the court’s admiration. Occasionally you catch glimpses of cunning ambitions in her eyes. She is also the wife of Diedre Vespera. 

Arielle Seballius | he/him | 29 | RO

Ari is Lady Astra Valeria's loyal body guard, wherever she is he is not far behind. Ever since she married into the royal family he has been at her side, though he is not a knight in title or in spirit. He has a playful demeanor but the words that can come out of his mouth are as sharp as his sword, or they would be if he ever carried his weapon with him. 

Asrani Alim Valencia | they/them | 26 | RO

Cousin to Lady Aurora Valeria and leading inventor in the courts of Aea, many are jealous of the young noble and believe their position as royal inventor comes from nepotism through their cousin. Asrani is a quiet person always lost in thought, so quiet that it is easy to forget they are right next to you. 

Ambrose | she/they | 24 | RO

Ambrose is an actual guest of the court, from the kingdom of Vakar. She is sunny and deeply kind, with an earnest and genuine demeanor that is horribly out of place in such a miserable place. Like a candle in the dark, you don’t know how she still smile in this environment. As sweet as she is her attachment to her “god” is a bit disconcerting.

Ira Maenius | she/her | 35

A noblewoman from the coastal nation of Nizath, one of the empire's closest allies. Her family is known for amazing naval navigation and does a lot of foreign trade. Despite her affinity for water magic, Ira can be a bit hot headed. She is stubborn and quick to react, but she always tries to do right to the best of her ability. But that doesn't mean she can't complain a little while doing it.

Laika Aurelius | she/he | 32 | RO

A disowned child of a merchant family from Vakar, you can't imagine why she lives amongst the Aean court. People do not take too kindly to her and make that quiet known. Perhaps it's because he has a penchant to sleep around, or the fact that he has a sharp tongue that always seems to strike at the most sensitive of nerves. Regardless she seems to be having fun.

Volo | use whatever man | ??? | RO

A mysterious court artist, the empress' favorite at that. You don't know how Volo sees well enough through their mask to paint but you know talent when you see it. Painting is not Volo's only skill, Volo tends to jump from artistic hobby to hobby to fill time. Leaving half finished collages, music sheets, and screen plays in Volo's wake as Volo seeks Volo's next muse.

Noel | they/them | 26 | RO

Once a soldier in the Aean army now a medical professional, Noel is in line to be the next royal physician. They train under the current one and love their work dearly. Noel is compassionate and patient, seeking to soothe whatever pains you regardless of if you are their patient or not. They find beauty in all things, but is partial to the primal beauty of the natural world. Their magic allows them to work in tandem with nature to bring their patients the best medicine possible.

Venus | he/they | 28 | RO

An Aean knight with a grouchy disposition, seemingly friends with Lady Ira Meanius. Their tendency for bluntness and straightforwardness can be is both a blessing and a curse depending on who you ask. Venus is never seen without his scowl and a snide remark on his lips. Despite being a lower ranking knight he holds his head as high as any of the top knights, and takes great pride in his duties. His current one being your personal guard.

Yves | m/f  (gender selectable) | ???

Your personal attendant, assigned to make you feel more at home. Dutiful and never heard, like every servant should strive to be.

??? | ??? | ???

Fate is a strange thing isn’t it?

??|??|??

Some things were never meant to be...

[obsessedwithlarkin]

WELL-KNOWN DANCERS COMPETING AT RADIX ANAHIEM

4 PM:

• Adelynn Muesse - Witch

AVANTI:

• Rosie Zahoul - Grown Woman

• Presley Loomis - Stay

• Kalliope Lindstrom - Runnin Down

CANDANCE:

• Violet Rush - Bosorkanya

• Mila Hiatt - Finding My Melody

DANCE DELUXE:

• Remi Skidmore - The Raid

• Eva Gonzalez- Under My Skin

• Emily Collins- Asteria

• Brighton Taylor - Buisness Of Love

• Brielle Bailey- Miss Indipendent

• Breckyn Kawa - Fallen Angel

• Emily Kinion - Super

• Bradley Kawa- The Jester

• Colleen Heinze - Patènipat

• Vanessa Soto - Felt Like A Kiss

• Aracely Lee - Rise Warrior

• Junior Duo/Trio - Color Song

• Mini Duo/Trio - Rain

• Junior Duo/Trio - Slack Jaw

• Junior Line - My House

• Junior Group - House In Nebraska

• Junior Group - Movies

• Junior Line - Sweet Dreams

• Mini Group - Trapped

• Rookie Duo/Trio - End Of The Line

• Mini Line - How To Save A Life

• Rookie Group - Sugar Baby Bounce

• Haven Bryan- Say Something

• Rookie Group- Emotion

• Mini Extended Line- Sing Sing Sing

• Teen Line - Alchemy

• Teen Line - Precious Things

DANCEOLOGY:

•Aria McCrea - Shadow Journal

DOLCE:

•Brennyn Bishop- Snowing

EVOKE:

• Addy Paul - Funk

MATHER:

•Nyla McCarthy- Dreaming Awake

•Camilla Shuck - Roses

• Hadley Schulz- Dancing On The Waves

• Delaney McCarthy- Vow

• Helena Olaerts- New York, New York

• Sienna Morris - Mercy

OCPAA:

• Hadley Berokoff- The Dance

• Eden Roberts- All That Jazz

• Dylan Reuss - The Waitress

• Taylor Goldweski- We Clappin'

• Harlee Lozano - Broke

• Jillian Mahan- True Romance

• Alyssa Mastroianni- Hyperballad

• Brady Reuss- Stay Away

• Maggie Zhou - Only

• Grace Howerton- I'm Through

• Junior Group- Writers In The Dark

• Cerys Gogswell - My Darling

• Leighton Goldweski- Once Upon Another Time

• Charlotte Delong - Elegance

• Kailee Lozano- Halleluijah

• Makenzie Rowland- Elephants

• Kourtney Gampol- Snowing

• Charlotte Wolk - Too Darn Hot

• Jasmine Sison - The Flowers

• Lennox Silva- See Me Now

• Mini Group - And So It Is

PAVE:

• Dylan Gyger- Yet

• Delaney Blum - Trouble

• Bryn Zimmerman - Just Fine

• Harbor Pitkin - The Moon

• Wavy Hazen - One

• Joah Moore - Inhale Exhale

• Addison Sebellius- Just A Girl

• Kennady Peterson - Ain't No Other Man

• Junior Group- Purse First

• Junior Production - Time And A Half

• Junior Group - Hope

• JuniorGroup- Genetics

• Junior Extended Line- Woman In A Black Dress

• Mini Extended Line - Let Them Know

• Rookie Group- Country Girls

• Ava Muckley - Amazing Mayzie

• Sophia Smith - Let's Get Loud

• Kehlani Georgatos - Buisness Of Love

• Mini Group- Dreamgirls

• Teen Group - Body Language

• Teen Group - Corpse

• Teen Extended Line- Everyrhing Is Romantic

• Teen Line - Heroes

• Teen Line- Magazine

• Teen Extended Line - Wish You Were Here

• Teen Extended Line- Pose

• Teen Line - Diner

PROJECT 21:

•Cece Chung- Cuban Pete

• Liv Matson- Leaving

• Stella Fisk - Whole Lotta Shakin Going On

• Brooklyn Ladia - Everything Is Unreal

• Sara Von Rotz- So Long Dearie

• Regan Gerena - Work It

•Lexie Blanchard - An Urban Soundtrack

• Reese Arkin - Please Mr Postman

STUDIO 1:

• Kenly Carver - Daisies

STUDIO X:

• Braxy Montana - Motomami

• Emma Acosta - Red Football

• Baileigh McJimson- Hater

• Aliyah Almirez - I Love You

• Jordyn Rockett - Kinjabang

• Aubrey Horacek- Slow Me Down

• Jeanne Garcia - Wicked Games

• Bella Mendez - Mantra

• Emma Gerberding - My Mind

• Brielle Arias - Quitte Pas

• Kate Matthews - Do You Even Know

• Carter Walk. - Praying

• Hannah Martinez- Elephants

• Mini Duo/Trio - Dream

• Junior Group - Bad Girls

• Chloe Tyler - TBA

• Madison Luckman- Thule

• Juliana Markba- Blue Skies

• Cecily Renae- Wonder

• Teen Line - Capslock

THE ACADEMY:

• Patience Hughes - Poker Face

THE BASE DANCE CENTER:

• Roxie Onellion- Amor

THE COMPANY SPACE:

• Vivian Marcodes - Splintered

• Stella Marcodes - This Bitter Earth

• Taylor Smith - GT

MOXIE:

• Alexa Paul- Forever Young

THE SIX COMPOUND:

• Sophia Tooles - Over The Love

THE CREW:

• Starr Castro - TBD

[daisies-daydreams]

Office Hours - Chapter 9

Pairing: None (for this chapter) Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Panic Attacks, Emotional Trauma, Depictions of Weed, Descriptions of Vomiting Word Count: TBA

Summary: Friday finally comes and you still have a decision to make. Meanwhile, a familiar face reappears while you’re going about your day…

A/N: I honestly never intended for this to be longer than five chapters, but here we are. 🤷‍♀️

Ch. 8 <- • -> Ch. 10 (Final Chapter)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Can’t wait to see you tonight”

You scanned over the text you just received from Hobie, your cheeks flushing as your heart skipped a beat. You gasped when you nearly ran into someone and dropped your phone.

“Sor-“ your eyes widened as Miles held up his hands. 

“Welp, that’s one way to greet someone” he chuckled. Your eyes lit up as you embraced him. Your friend grunted as you squeezed him in a tight bear hug. “Missed me?” Miles laughed while he handed your phone to you. You nodded. His dark brows furrowed as he scanned your face. 

“You okay?” he asked. Your small smile faltered a little as you squeezed your phone. 

“Yeah, it’s just been a long week,” you said. 

“Mhm,” Miles hummed in agreement. You raised a brow. 

“What do you mean ‘mhm’? You were in crystal clear waters for like a week!” you said before flicking his arm. Miles laughed as he dramatically recoiled. 

“San Juan isn’t just one big beach you know,” he clicked his tongue before flicking your arm back. Your smile returned as you tucked your phone in your hoodie pocket.

“Well, I’d love to hear all about it over coffee,” you hummed. Miles sighed.

“Sorry (Y/N), I’m in Parker’s next class,” Miles shrugged. His eyes widened as he watched the door start to close. “Which is starting now,” he said with a bit of an apologetic grin.

“See you later,” you waved before he slipped into the room. You sighed before making your way down the hall and out the building. 

The frigid air nipped at your exposed face as you trudged towards your favorite coffee shop in the Student Center. You shivered and wiped your boots on the rug as soon as you stepped inside the lobby. Christmas decorations hung over your head as you breathed on your hands. You felt a little lighter than usual as you walked into the coffee shop, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through the air. 

“Welcome to The Black Cat! What can I get started for you?” a platinum blonde barista chirped as you strolled up to the counter. You mirrored her expression as you gazed at the menu. 

“Hmm, I’ll have a grande hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please,” you grinned. 

“Make that two,” a familiar voice said behind you. 

The whites of your eyes grew as your blood ran cold. You didn’t dare to turn around to see his gaze pierce into your being. Your body tensed while you heard a step taken behind you, a massive shadow looming over your smaller form. 

“Hello, (Y/N),” Miguel said in an low, hushed voice. Time stood still as your feet remained frozen to the tiled floor. 

“Is this guy bothering you, hon?” the barista asked as she narrowed her blue eyes at the man. You swallowed thickly as you gripped the straps of your backpack. Her words barely registered before you started to slink away, your face frozen in a dazed expression as you quickly walked out the door. 

“(Y/N), hold on,” Miguel called. Your hairs stood on end as he caught up to you. 

“Can’t you see I don’t want to talk to you?!” you snapped. Your professor quickly rushed around you, planting himself in your path like a brick wall. You flared your nostrils and looked down at your feet as he towered over you. 

“I know that what I did to you was wrong,” he began. You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes stung with bitter tears. “Listen, I really don’t think this is a good place to have this discussion. Please, just come to my office and-“ 

“And what, Miguel? Are you gonna fuck me again while thinking about your wife?” you hissed as you shot him a menacing glare. You frowned when your eyes landed on his face. It was much more gaunt now with dark bags lingering beneath his red eyes. The man before you took a deep breath. 

“No…I actually want to apologize to you about what I did,” he confessed. The gears in your head were rapidly turning as you took a step back. 

“What. You. Did,” you repeated as you gripped your straps again. The pain inside you quickly formed into a billowing storm cloud, consuming your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. “What you did can’t be fixed by one conversation, Miguel,” you choked. His eyes softened as he held up his hands. 

“Muñeca, please. I’m…I’m sorry,” Miguel sighed as he reached his hand out towards you [Doll]. You took another big step back as you watched him like a rabbit eyeing a hungry fox. You instantly regretted what you said next, but there was no going back. 

“Who are you apologizing to? Me or Mari?” you huffed. Miguel’s body immediately tensed at your phrase, a blend of sorrow and rage dancing in his dark brown eyes. 

“Don’t bring her into this,” he said with a clenched jaw. Your throat grew tight as you glanced at him up and down, the apprehension inside of you eating your heart alive. 

“You know what? No, just-no. I’m done with this conversation…I’m done with you,” you said before turning on your heel. You gasped as he grabbed your backpack, your body nearly falling backwards before he let go. You straightened your shoulders as you gave Miguel a sideways glance. His breathing was a bit ragged now as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“Please, (Y/N),” he murmured, his eyes pleading and glossy. You simply shook your head as you backed away. You don’t remember much after that, other than the chilled air crashing over you as you rushed to the bus stop. You gasped as you stumbled over your own feet, your heart pounding and head spinning. You caught yourself against the cold metal of the bud shelter. Snowflakes glided across your puffy cheeks as you took a shaky breath.

“Did that really just happen?” you thought as a wave of nausea washed over you. You shivered before slipping your arms around yourself, your body feeling heavier by the second. 

“He’s hurting,” the voice chastised you. You felt yourself grow smaller beneath the dark, snowy sky. “He’s hurting and you just left him there,” it hissed. 

“No,” tears ran down your cheeks as you shook your head. 

“You’re horrible,” the voice snapped. 

“Just leave me alone,” you muttered as your body wound into itself. The low hum of the bus thankfully pulled you out of the maelstrom of your thoughts. You sniffed as it pulled up to the small shelter, your legs feeling frozen to the bench. The door creaked open, the apathetic bus driver gazing forward as you climbed inside. 

The world around you grew even colder as you slipped into a seat. A few people scrolled through their phones as the bus lurched forward, a Christmas song muffling through the speakers. It took everything in you to keep yourself together, your eyes red and throat tight. You just barely made it to your stop, rushing off of the bus before the doors creaked shut behind you. 

You sighed as you carried yourself inside, your head tilted down as you slowly walked towards your dorm. 

There’s no way in hell you could make it to the concert tonight. Not when you were this close to falling apart again. 

Your hand shook as you tried to slip your key into the slot. You felt a fresh stream of tears trickle down your face as you finally heard the door unlock. You pushed yourself inside and gasped as Peni walked out of the bathroom. Her bright smile immediately fell when she saw your tear-stained cheeks. 

“(Y/N)?” she asked. You immediately brushed by her and swung your bedroom door closed. You heard her softly knocking as you shut yourself inside. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” she asked. 

“Go away, Peni,” you said as you tossed your backpack to the side. Silence lingered from the other side of your door for what felt like hours. You sighed as you sank onto your bed. 

“(Y/N)…please, just let me in for a little bit,” she said, her voice cracking. You gripped your comforter as you sniffed, your body trembling as hot, heavy tears fell onto your lap. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” you muttered. Your door cracked open a little, revealing Peni’s solemn expression. You perked your head up when you saw her glossy eyes. 

“Maybe not. But it won’t stop me from trying to be here for you,” she sniffed. You glanced back down at your feet before tilting your head to the side. Peni slowly came towards you, her footsteps soft and light. “Can I sit down?” she asked. You nodded slowly, eyes still set on your black boots. Your friend sank onto your bed, her hands clasped together in her lap. The only sound in your room was the low hum of your space heater for a while.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. You shook your head as your shoulders tensed. Peni hummed and nodded, her feet shifting side to side. 

“Why am I so stupid?” you suddenly said out loud. Peni tilted her head. 

“Why do you say that?” she asked. You frowned and sniffed again. 

“I don’t know. I just feel like I am,” you muttered. Peni sighed. 

“Well, just ‘cause you feel something doesn’t mean it’s true, right?” she asked. You blinked as you knitted your brows. 

“Right,” you sighed before falling back on your mattress. You let out a long sigh as you gazed up at the stark white ceiling. “I don’t think I can make it to the concert tonight,” you said. Peni shifted at the end of your bed. 

“(Y/N), I know I’m not a licensed therapist or anything, but maybe going out could be good for you,” she smiled. You squeezed your hands together as you blinked away several more tears. 

“What’s the point?” you huffed. Peni bit the inside of her cheek before she perked her head up. 

“C’mon, Cinderella. Your fairy godmother’s here to help,” she said as she stood up and held out her hand. You couldn’t help but snort out a quiet laugh. 

“What does that even mean?” you sighed as you threw your arms at your sides. Peni hummed as she stood up and walked over to the closet. You furrowed your brows as you sat up while she sorted through your clothes. Your friend smiled triumphantly as she held out a black dress that tied at the back of your neck. 

“It means that I’m not gonna let my friend be by herself on a nice Friday evening, especially when there’s a ball to go to,” Peni winked. Your eyes sparkled a little before you frowned. 

“Thanks, Peni. But I don’t see how some makeup and a nice dress will fix…this,” you said as you gestured to yourself. Peni clicked her tongue as she invited herself to look through your jewelry. 

“It won’t,” she shrugged before turning around. You watched as the shorter girl strolled over to you with your heart choker in hand. “But you still deserve to have fun, no matter how you feel about yourself,” she smiled ear to ear. Your heart melted at her words as she held the dress and choker out towards you. You gripped your hands as she patiently waited for you to take it. 

“C’mon, sis,” she urged with a sparkle in her eye. You bounced your leg for a little bit before sighing. Peni smiled triumphantly as you took your clothes from her. She turned around to give you some privacy, humming to herself as she rocked on her heels. A small smile crept on your face as you gazed down at the dress, your heart feeling a little bit stronger than it did before. 

****

To say the place was packed would’ve been an understatement. 

“This way! Gwen saved us some spots in the front row!” Peni yelled above the chatter. You tried not to step on anyone’s feet as you stumbled in your black combat boots. The smell of cigarette smoke and something a bit more…pungent wafted through the air. You wrinkled your nose as you ran through a dense cloud of smoke. 

You noticed a few people staring at you as you were tugged along. Peni was practically shaking with excitement when the two of you finally made it up front. You glanced up at the stage, a fog machine steadily releasing a fine cloud across the dimly lit floor. You touched the heart charm on your choker, squeezing the cold metal between your fingertips as your heart raced. 

This would be the first time you’ve seen Hobie since Thanksgiving. You bit your lip as the crowd began to cheer, the band smiling as they strolled onto the stage. Gwen’s eyes lit up when she saw you, waving her hand rapidly before slipping behind her drum set. A reverent silence fell over the crowd as Hobie walked onto the stage. 

You felt your chest tighten as you locked eyes. He looked near angelic, his skin slightly glistening with sweat and soft eyes beckoning your attention. The crowd erupted with applause as he took the mic. 

“How’re we doin’ tonight New York?” Hobie said, his voice reverberating inside the smoky venue. You flinched a little as the crowd roared even louder with applause, the loud sound crashing over you like a wave. “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear!” he chuckled. You froze when the two of you locked eyes, time slowing to a standstill. Hobie parted his lips as little as he gave you a warm, gentle smile. 

“I’d like to shake things up a little tonight by turning it over to the one and only: Glory Grant!” Hobie announced before strolling over to a beautiful woman in dark ripped jeans and a t-shirt with the band’s logo. She took it from Hobie with a small grin before raising it to her lips. 

“Alright, you animals. This one’s not an original, but I think a few of you might be familiar with this little ditty,” she smirked. She turned back to Gwen who gave a short nod before raising her drumsticks. 

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” your roommate shouted before Glory began to yell into the microphone. You felt your body tingle with electricity the second Hobie’s nimble fingers began to glide across his guitar strings. The audience cheered and jumped around as the melodious notes cascaded through the crowded space. 

You couldn’t help but move around a little yourself, your hips swaying side to side as Glory’s voice echoed from the mic. A smile slowly but surely crept onto your face as you danced with your friend, your loose hair whipping around wildly as you raised your hands above your head. 

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this alive: your heart pumping and body moving to the beat. You and Hobie locked eyes again. He flashed you a bright smile as he continued to strum on his guitar, his puffy wicks bouncing as he nodded his head to the rhythm. 

“Are you trying to dance?” someone shouted next to you. You jumped before rolling your eyes. 

“Christ Miles, you scared the shit out of me,” you laughed. Miles chuckled before he started to move with the two of you. The song swelled and dipped before Glory pulled out a megaphone. 

“Repeat after me! Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp!” Glory shouted into the megaphone. You joined in the crowd, shouting at the top of your lungs while Glory marched with the beat. “Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” she yelled, her voice static and crunchy. 

“Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” you and Peni shouted together before giggling. You continued to jump around before your mouth started to grow parched. You smacked your lips. 

“I’m gonna go get something to drink. Do you want anything?” you yelled. Peni and Miles shook their heads. 

“You want me to come with you?” Peni shouted, her high-pitched voice shrill in your ear. 

“Nah, I’ll be okay,” you smiled. Your friend nodded as the song began to come to a close. You excused yourself past several people before eventually strolling to the bar at the back of the venue. 

Your heart was still thumping as you eyed the scruffy bartender. He leaned against the bar as you slotted yourself between two very inebriated men. 

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked.

“Do you have anything that can help someone have a good time?” you said. The bartender simply nodded before throwing the towel over his broad shoulder. 

“I’ve got just the thing. It packs a punch, though,” he replied.

“That’s fine,” you said, the song coming to a close as you smiled. The bartender gave a short nod before stepping away to make your drink. One of the men beside you gently nudged your shoulder. You blinked you glanced over, a lopsided smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey, kid. Don’t listen to that guy. If you wanna have a good time, just smoke one of these,” he slurred as he slipped a joint out of his jeans pocket. Your eyes widened a little, the piece of wrapped Marijuana almost taunting you as he lazily flicked it side to side. 

“That’s nice of you to offer, but no thank you,” you gave an uneasy smile as you tried to stand up straight. You wrinkled your nose when he slung an arm around your shoulder, his breath wreaking of musty weed and hard liquor. 

“Aw, c’mon baby. Where’s your sense of adventure?” he snorted. 

“Lay off her, John,” the bartender snapped with a scowl. The man huffed as he slipped his arm off of you. 

“The fuck is your problem, Eddie?” the man growled. Eddie squared up a little with your drink in his hand. 

“You - you’re my problem. Now get your shit together or leave,” he growled. John’s eyes flickered with annoyance before he spit on the counter. 

“Fuck you,” he hissed before wobbling away. The bartender sighed as he shook his head. 

“Sorry about that,” Eddie apologized. 

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” you replied. The man chuckled as he slid his drink over to you. You tilted your head at the dark colored beverage. “What is this?” you shouted as the volume of the song swelled. 

“Something new I came up with! I call it Venom!” Eddie shouted back. You glanced back down at your drink, tapping your fingertip against the cold glass. You licked your lips before taking a swig from the drink. Your tongue was immediately overwhelmed with the taste of coffee liqueur and vodka. You smacked your lips as you swallowed the beverage, a slight burn tingling in your throat. 

“So?” the bartender asked. You waited a few seconds, letting the flavors linger. 

“It’s a little tart,” you said while wrinkling your nose. “But not bad,” you tilted your head when a sweetness coated your tongue. 

“Good, ‘cause you’re the first person besides myself to try it,” Eddie laughed. 

“Glad to be of service,” you said before handing the bartender a $10. “Thanks for the drink, you can keep the change,” you smiled. Eddie gave you a thankful grin before pocketing the money. Someone else came up to the bar as you turned back around, ready to brave the crowd again.

****

You were clumsily swaying along to the music, your cup barely hanging between your fingers. Your head was spinning wildly as you shuffled your feet. You snorted and giggled to yourself before taking another sip, only to find the glass completely empty. 

“Aw man,” you pouted. Your eyes were half-lidded as Peni rested a hand on your shoulder. 

“You wanna head out? You’re looking a bit…sleepy,” your friend said. You blew a raspberry as you nearly stumbled over your own two feet. 

“Ahhhh I’m fine, see?” you held your hands out, accidentally tossing your cup aside. Peni gasped as you stumbled back, a trail of spit falling from the corner of your mouth. 

“C’mon, (Y/N). Let’s just get an Uber and head home,” Miles said. You paid no mind as your attention lingered on the stage in front of you. Your pupils dilated when you saw Hobie shredding on his guitar, his movements hypnotizing and drawing you forward. You hiccuped as you pushed past two raving fan girls, your breasts pushing against the edge of the stage as you reached up at him. 

The Brit gazed down at you, his body highlighted with a bright backlight. God, he really was an angel. 

“I love you, Hobie Brown!” you screamed wildly as you threw your arms up. Hobie grinned as he stepped closer, but as soon as he did, you felt a strong burning sensation rise in your throat. Your body shook as you opened your mouth and vomited all over his combat boots, staining the dark faux leather. 

A loud, collective “oooh” rang out behind you. Tears pricked at your eyes as you coughed and sputtered. The wretched, acidic taste glued to your tongue as you dared not to tilt your head up. Hobie simply froze on stage while several flashes of light erupted behind you. The crowd was in a frenzy as he slipped his guitar from his shoulder and hopped off the stage. 

“C’mon lovie,” he urged you as he stepped in front of the people recording you with their phones. 

“Where are we going?” you slurred as he led you towards a big, black door. You watched as Miles and Peni were held back by security while you and Hobie slipped backstage. The fluorescent lights above you were blinding as the two of you made your way down a short hallway. You felt a small ounce of remorse as you saw Hobie’s tense face, his plump lips drawn in a tight frown. Your mouth felt dry.

“Hobieeeee,” you drawled. The lanky man glanced down at you as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I loooove you, Hobie,” you slurred. He sighed. 

“I know, love. C’mon and rest back here, yeah?” Hobie nodded at another security team member as he took you into a green room.

“Hey, what’re we doing here?” you babbled. Hobie gripped your hand a little tighter. A wave of warmth washed over you as your friend grabbed a few tissues and wiped at your lips. He exhaled as he looked at your elated expression. “What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?” you sniffed, your emotions switching like the flip of a coin. Hobie patted your hand as he bit the inside of his cheek. 

“Not mad…it just breaks my heart to see you do this to yourself,” he said softly, a broken solemnity in his deep, brown eyes. Your dizzy smile shifted into a frown as he cupped your cheek. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” Hobie said in a more firm voice. You felt your heart crack as foggy memories of Miguel resurfaced. Your bottom lip trembled as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Hobie,” you whispered in a strained voice. The tall man kneeling in front of you leaned down and pecked your forehead. 

“I’m sorry, love. We have three more songs, but my friend Ben here’s gonna take care of you,” Hobie reassured you while tilting his head towards the security man. You sniffed and gripped his hand. 

“Please don’t go,” your voice cracked. Your friend placed another hand on top of yours. 

“It’ll be back soon…promise,” he whispered. You released a shaky breath before slowly nodding, your head throbbing with a dull pain. Hobie gave your hand one last squeeze before he let Ben inside. You fell on your side, your head growing more and more dizzy as your vision began to blur. 

“Please don’t go,” you murmured. 

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From Green to Blue

Summary:

The reader decides to finally take control of her own life.

Chapter 22: Moving on

Next chapter: tba

Warnings:

Angst

Smut

Mental health crisis

MDNI: 18 plus

It was uncomfortably hot in here. You checked the heater and turned in down. After a while you checked it again. Taking off your sweater you turned on a fan and laid down. Sweat poured down your forehead and still nothing helped. You touched your belly when an abrupt kick was delivered to your belly. You sat up. Oh. Another kick and you knew it was not the imagination. You played your hand and the tiniest little imprint pressed into your palm. Where you truly just doing this for the baby? You knew all feelings for Eren had long since evaporated. Into what, you were not sure. Apathy? Well, who truly knows.

You stood up with some difficulty and walked over to the bed. Staring at the ceiling you remembered all those times you lay there in absolute agony. Maybe it was a relief to finally feel nothing. Surely better then crying and turning into a bitter, vengeful woman just like your mother.

What were you turning into? That had not been decided yet. You had no plans beyond living and having this baby. That was it. You wondered what your mothers plans had been. Had she wanted to achieve something or had her loathing of you consumed her? You had never asked her these questions. She was so closed off to you. What if you became closed off? Would your apathy, if that is what it truly was, harden your heart towards your childs suffering? And what about you. Why was it you who had to suffer like this?! You doubted these past few months had been as horrible for Eren and Hannah as it had been for you.

Sparks of anger bloomed in your chest. This was fucking ridiculous! Why did everyone in your life get a say but you! Why did you let them?! You stood up and started to pace. You had lost so much of yourself due to so many people. You loved to draw and edit stories, when was the last time you had even been able to do that? You couldn't even remember your mother having hobbies. Whether she gave them up or not didn't really matter, because there was one thing you could do now.

The phone rang. You heard your mothers clipped tone on the other end. Your hands shook with the anticipation of what you were about to do. While there had been periods of no contact it had never been like this. Nothing like what you were about to do. "Mother. I am calling to tell you that I will cease contact with you." "What!?" You could hear her shriek's. But she wasn't here to control you. She was just some bitter old woman living in some rundown apartment in a shitty little town no one cared about. She was nothing. 'You heard me, so please lose my number." And then you hung up. That was it. No final words, heartfelt discussion or reveals. This was it and you were ready to move on.

The emotional drainage came about two hours later after the high wore off. You now were slumped on the couch. Your chest hurt with every beat of the heart. All the lights were turned off, the whirling ceiling fan above being the only noise. You were plunged into complete darkness, which was a blessing. If anything happened to disturb this brief peace.

And then it broke. Eren had finally come home. The sudden hallway light startled you. Blinking all you did was sit there. "Hey." Eren walked towards you, setting his bag down. He takes in your appearance, messy hair, skin off tint, eyes glazed staring ahead. He walked forward and placed a hand on your shoulder.

You snapped. It became too much. You couldn't take it anymore. Tears broke free, months of anger, resentment, pain and stress poured out of you. Eren was trying to say something to you openly sobbed, unable to stop, but you heard nothing. You wanted out of here. This place was full of dark memories and you no longer wanted to be here. Neither did your baby deserve this. A baby deserved to grow up in a warm, safe house. This was not the place.

Eren was kneeling before you. He looked like he wanted to touch you but was hesitant. He waited until the tears subsided. You were still shaking, a hiccup leaving you as your breathing leveled. Cold hands brushed the tears from your eyes in an effort to calm yourself down. "Y/n-" "I can't do this anymore." His mouth opened slightly, just a bit. But nothing came out. Then, he cupped your hands and held them.

"I understand."

Eren called his mother. You had enough money for a hotel but was too tired to reject the offer of Carla's hospitality. Eren helped you pack up. He did nothing to disway you from leaving. Maybe at one time that might have hurt. It certainly did last time. All your bags were at the door. Now all you could do was wait for Carla. You stood by the door while Eren sat on the ground, back pressed against the wall. Your phone rang. "Hello? Hi Carla." You nodded as Carla told you that Zeke and Grisha were going to help you get your things downstairs. You thanked her and hung up. "Alright. Grisha and Zeke will be up in a minute." You made to turn the door nob. "Wait." His voice sounded physically heavy. Like he wanted to get out long held back words. And yet there was fear in his voice, as if these words would hurt him. Last time you left his eyes were a dull forest green. Now they were different. When had they changed? All your memories had Eren with emotionless green eyes that seemed to graze over you. Though as of late you couldn't be sure.

His bright eyes seemed to be looking into your soul. He stood and and walked towards you. Maybe you would have stepped back, but something inside you said "stay". "I am so sorry. For everything." It was like something lifted from your chest. A warmth spread through your body when you realized Eren meant every word. "I know there is nothing I can do to make it up to you. I've been horrible to you and there is no excuse for that. You did nothing to warrant me leaving you like that." You tried not to cry. It was suddenly so easy to breath. But Eren still wasn't done. "I love you. And I don't know if I ever stopped. And I know you once did too. I just want you to know this wasn't your fault and I will no anything to make sure you are happy. So please, do what is best for you."

And with that, you could finally let go of Eren Yeager.

Note: This story is almost done, maybe three more chapters and an epilogue left. This one was fairly short but I am satisfied. It was nice to finally write Y/n finally let go of him. As for readers mother I considered making the interaction far more dramatic. But I felt it would be far more satisfying if Y/n simply brushed her off and left her in the past.

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[crcwninferncs]

ANNOUNCING!! lord xaerys velaryon of house velaryon hailing from driftmark. they are known to be comical & spirited but also aloof & unserious across the realm. there are faint whispers that they support house velaryon alongside their house.

"The sea claims what it wants, just like my family. I’m just a wave, tossed about by their tides. Whether I drown or drift doesn’t matter."

BASIC INFO

Full Name: Lord Xaerys Velaryon Title(s): Lord of Driftmark Age: 29 Gender: Male (He/Him)

APPEARANCE

Hair: Silver-white, long and unruly, often tied back loosely, with strands that frame his face carelessly.

Eyes: Piercing, almost translucent violet—a common trait in his family—though they often have a distant or distracted look.

Build: Lean and wiry, though his illness has caused him to lose muscle tone and become more fragile over time.

Distinguishing Marks: Faint scars from childhood scrapes and dragonriding, but nothing particularly striking. He has the slightly gaunt look of someone who’s been unwell for too long.

PERSONALITY

Strengths:

Charming and Witty: His humor is quick, and he often uses it to deflect the weight of his family's expectations.

Independent: Xaerys is fiercely independent and resents being tethered to the politics of Driftmark. His time spent traveling has shaped him into a person who values freedom above all else.

Brave: He may be aloof and unserious, but he’s not afraid to face danger, especially when it comes to defending his honor or his family, despite his reluctance to be involved in politics.

Weaknesses:

Aloof and Dismissive: His tendency to distance himself from serious matters often alienates those around him, including family members who wish he would be more involved in the politics of the house.

Illness: His mysterious affliction, which grows worse over time, has made him increasingly lethargic and unable to act quickly in times of stress.

Resentful: Deep down, Xaerys harbors bitterness towards his family, particularly his father, who refers to him as "the lost son."

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Xaerys doesn’t align himself with any particular cause unless it suits his desires; he values freedom and personal autonomy over all else, but still holds deep ties to his family despite his resentment.

Hobbies/Interests:

Traveling: Xaerys loves exploring new lands and meeting new people. His time in Essos was some of the best of his life, though it ended in illness.

Dragonriding: He’s a skilled rider and often reminisces about the freedom he once felt flying across the skies.

Music: Though he’d never admit it, Xaerys enjoys playing the lute and composing music during quiet moments of respite.

DRAGON

DREGGON , smaller beast , younger dragon, almost metallic black with piercing blue eyes.

FAMILY

Father: Lord Corwyn Velaryon – The head of House Velaryon, a man whose stern and unwavering leadership has overshadowed Xaerys’ more carefree nature. He refers to Xaerys as "the lost son" due to his absence from family affairs.

Siblings: tba

Cousins: Targaryens

WEAPONS/ITEMS

Silver Dagger: A fine weapon, passed down through his family, though Xaerys uses it more as a token of his heritage than for practical purposes.

Dragonstone Ring: A family heirloom, this ring symbolizes his connection to House Velaryon’s legacy, but it also serves as a reminder of the duty he never wanted.

BACKSTORY

Xaerys Velaryon was never interested in the weight of House Velaryon’s politics. As a child, he was overlooked in favor of his eldest sibling who was groomed to inherit the title. His father’s indifference to Xaerys’ desires only made him resent his family’s expectations more, pushing him to escape at the earliest opportunity.

He took to the skies on dragonback, exploring Essos and beyond, far from the reach of his family’s politics. Over the last decade, Xaerys has traveled across the known world, engaging in whatever adventures he could find. His heart has always longed for freedom—away from the chains of duty and expectations that come with his bloodline.

However, a mysterious illness caught Xaerys in the lands of Essos, one that started as tremors but has gradually spread, leaving him with numbness, fatigue, and pain that now threatens to limit his abilities. Despite this, he made the difficult choice to return home, only to find House Velaryon in turmoil. His father’s call to return and seek medical aid from the greatest maesters is an unwelcome one, but Xaerys feels his family’s desperation. Though he hates being tied to the political strife, the illness has left him with few choices, and he cannot avoid his family’s reach any longer.

Xaerys finds himself at the mercy of his family once again—now in the midst of a dangerous struggle for the throne. While he has no interest in the politics of the realm, he must now decide whether to play the part of the dutiful son or to slip back into the shadows, where he has always felt most comfortable.

CONNECTIONS

tba

[anniebear-92]

Afterlife Series Masterlist

Summary: An early death for the aspiring number one hero left a bitter taste in Bakugo Katsuki’s mouth. At the ripe age of 20, he was taken from the world and he was clearly not ready to go. After a long time of refusing to cross over to promised peace, his personal Reaper offers him one deal and one deal only to return to the land of the living. However they really did not play fair… Haphephobia is the fear of being touched by others, When your quirk cannot distinguish the living from the dead, you tend to develop a fear of contact. You are an ex Pro-hero who has recently rented a home from a couple who lost their son a few years back. You can feel someone residing in the home, someone with a bad attitude and only 12 months left to fulfill his end of the deal before he is forced to cross.. to the Afterlife.

Warnings: Dark themes, cursing, Haphephobia (the reader has a fear of touching overs), Quirk allows her to see dead people. Cursing, talks of death, violence and life threatening injuries. Mentions of harms against children/death. Later parts may contain NSFW but will be noted.

Parts:

Prolouge

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight - TBA

[lishens]

╰ ‎⠀JUST A LITTLE TASTE OF DEATH⠀ ·‎⠀˚‎⠀ ༘ ‎⠀꒱

Monsters make a habit of wearing a human skin, they tend to choose the prettiest of faces to hide behind; after all, no one can refuse a beautiful pereon asking for a favour.

These creatures walk, talk, and act just like normal people do— and that is what makes them dangerous.

No one ever sees them coming, no one ever saw them coming. Too late, everyone is always too late. Their list of victims is a mile long for a reason, most of them forgotten in history when they are never uncovered, remaining unknown for all of eternity.

Knock, knock, will you open the door this November?

HORROR NOVEMBER 2024 is a collection of works inspired by soleil's favourite horror characters, starting from the tamest and ending with the most brutal. make sure to read the tags for each one, as some of them will feature dead dove: do not eat content.

DO YOU WANT TO SCREAM ?

#GHOSTFACE-GETO_SUGURU ᝰ 'She would look so pretty,' he thinks, with blood so red that it is almost black dripping down her skin. 'She would taste sweet too,' he knows this from experience, of the countless of times where his teeth sunk into the flesh and his tongue greedily lapped up the hot iron that comes to the surface in response. Fear makes the meat bitter, but with her, it might end up tasting like the sweetest of nectars.

DO YOU WANT A TREAT?

#MICHAEL_MYERS-BLADE ᝰ TBA

DO YOU WANT TO RUN AWAY?

#SLENDERMAN-SYLUS ᝰ TBA

DO YOU WANT A BALLOON?

#PENNYWISE_OIKAWA-TOORU ᝰ TBA

DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?

#DEATH_SQUAD-GOJO_SATORU ᝰ TBA

DO YOU WANT TO PLAY TAG?

#JIGSAW-MIYA_TWINS ᝰ TBA

DO YOU WANT TO MARRY ME?

#PEARL-NANAMI_KENTO ᝰ TBA

DO YOU WANT TO HAVE A BITE?

#LEATHERFACE-RAFAYEL ᝰ TBA

© lishens ( 2024 ): do not claim, modify, copy or repost my works without permission. minors do not interact.

[feastonkings]

elliot fletcher / he/him ——— no way is that MISHA KUČERA.. they’re a 26-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being FORGETFUL & BITTER but there are some people who have seen them being PROACTIVE & CARING. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of the rupture of your heart, a pencil riddled with teeth marks, burying your youth in a casket inside of you, lining pens up by color, and a voice yelling above a protesting crowd, but that could just be because they’re considered the VOICE OF RESISTANCE around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

GENERAL.

full name: misha milan kučera nicknames: mish, mi classification: human gender / pronouns: trans man, he/him age / birthday: 26, july 1st orientations: pansexual, demiromantic occupation: reporter at the daily independent, advocate at citizens uprising location: lower district status: single, open family: antosha kučera (sibling), younger sibling (npc), lio harker (cousin), quill harker (cousin) strengths: proactive, caring, outspoken, friendly, empathetic weaknesses: forgetful, bitter, verbose, insecure, morose character inspo: tba

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: neglect, implied transphobia, gender dysphoria

a miracle baby is what the doctors had called misha. his parents tried so long to get pregnant and once they did it ended up being a difficult ride. as it was, misha was born premature and spent the first six weeks of his life in the nicu until he was able to eat, breathe, and maintain body weight and temperature on his own.

however, he was mostly healthy from there on out. a couple years after he was born, his parents chose to make his first sibling as to not risk his mother's health with another pregnancy. misha doesn't remember if he was excited to have a sibling, but later he knows he was happy to have them there.

the earliest memory he has is looking in the mirror and not recognizing the reflection. misha constantly looked for ways to distract themselves from what they later discovered was his gender identity crisis.

the main way of doing that was making and spending time with friends, helping people when he could despite their privilege, and hanging out with antosha.

at fourteen, with the help of his therapist, he came out to his parents and they didn't take it well. it took a year of begging, pleading and meetings with his therapist and doctors to get them to agree to let him start hormone replacement treatments.

misha was fifteen when his parents brought home another sibling. he remembered telling his therapist about being worried it was another effort to make the perfect child. he never thought he would be right, though.

it was just before graduation when he came home to find antosha missing. misha had hoped it was because they'd brought them to go get help for the reprogramming mishap, which he knew was only done to appease their parents.

when he found out they'd not only sent the sibling they grew up with, their first friend, away and wiped their existence from his existence from his youngest siblings memory, he lost it. what kind of people just toss aside their child for being different? and more importantly, how was that legal?

misha left home and moved out to the lower district. he got a job at the daily independent as a reporter and spent a large amount of his free time advocating for synths, like his siblings, to be protected from being tossed to the side like christmas puppies and abused.

he still keeps a relationship with his siblings and he tolerates his parents so he can continue seeing the youngest, along with his cousins.

other than that he is fighting for change and writing about atrocities, weird conspiracy theories, and spending time with his friends to unwind whenever he can.

HEADCANONS.

coming soon....

[waartorn]

* IF IT FEELS LIKE A TRAP, YOU'RE ALREADY IN ONE .

AARON TUCKER. only goes by his family name. used to be a drill sergeant (essentially a military trainer). cold and unapproachable, but resourceful and protective. manages the group's resources.

* basic info .

full name: aaron greene tucker alias/nickname: started being called only by tucker in the military, only goes by it to this day age: forty-one gender: cis male + uses he/him pronouns ethnicity: ashkenazi jewish (previous) occupation: drill sergeant role in group: resource manager religion: jewish, non-practicing orientation: questioning, calls himself straight

* relationships .

parents: deceased siblings: older brother, unknown partners: ex-wife, alive and with the group children: none

* physical traits .

faceclaim: jake gyllenhaal eyes: blue / hair: brown height: 1.82m body build: athletic, buff facial hair: a shadow of a beard, keeps it trimmed other: tba

* personality .

positive traits: experienced, intelligent, resilient, adaptable, rational, (mostly) stable, calm, discreet, objective, simple, protective, self-sufficient, attentive, virile, respectful negative traits: inflexible, withdrawn, ruthless, merciless, cocky, overconfident, traditional, crude, vindictive, hostile likes: tba dislikes: tba

* psychology .

mental disorders: hints of sociopathic behavior (even pre-apocalypse) phobias/fears: losing louise, being to blame for a loved one's death

* sexuality .

preference: versatile, dominant-leaning penis size: 9.5in kinks: likes things rough, list tba anti-kinks: scat, infantilism and things related

* biography .

grew up in rural america, among plantations, firearms and horses, learning how to help around the house in his child/teenage years. lived on the shadow of his smarter, more accomplished and less troubled older brother.

went into the army at eighteen, started making his way up the ranks soon. decides to dedicate himself to it, feels like he found his place in the world among men similar to him. barely goes back home, and family gets bitter after so much time apart.

decides to show up unannounced at a christmas, expecting a proud and warm welcome. gets a cold smile, a passive-aggressive speech about his brother becoming the doctor of the small town, and a night of sleep in the barn.

never comes back. gets in touch with phone calls. one day calls to tell them about making it to drill sergeant, secretly still hoping for a "i'm proud of you," only to get the news dad died two weeks before. it gets to him, and alcohol's his refuge. whiskey and another man's arms; brutal, destructive, unloving arms, and then more whiskey, enough to just barely forget it.

falls in love with louise, accomplished and brilliant lawyer and the most beautiful woman. if he's going to make it work, the marriage and kids thing with someone, it's gonna be her. and he did marry, but kids never came. she couldn't, doctors said, and he held her through tears. it's fine, he said, and it was. but it wasn't for her, and she fell apart, and he became more of a caretaker than a husband.

it became too much, watch her waste away, so he paid someone to care for her and he went back to the army. scream at boys with a shine in their eyes, watch it dim like his did; like hers did, as well. everything was normal; he'd spend the day breaking down boys' souls, then spend the evening drinking until he could stand the thoughts of his secret desires. maybe go out and satisfy those desires, if he felt like it.

then suddenly the world end to hell. he made his way home, to her, mostly on foot, seeing the weirdest things, and she'd gotten this new-found will to live in her. he loved to see it, and to join her in it, and they made their way to their families. hers was far gone, house empty except for the undead. he hold her once again, and it became crystal clear they weren't partners in the same way anymore. they were partners, and maybe soulmates, but not husband and wife.

they make their way to his childhood house, to find mom dead in her bed. his sister-in-law and nephew gone as well, he gets a lump in his throat. louise's outside, waiting for him to shout if he needs back-up, as he opens the office door. his brother's there, curled up in a sobbing ball, reaching out to him for help. he swallows the lump, and closes the door. they're gone too, he tells louise, and they go on their way, until they come across a group.

[gravesung-moving]

hazy thoughts about mh.a/j.jk verses for my funky anime lad

m.ha sakura — quirkless

like i think that would make a lot of sense for him given the universal rejection and unkindness shown to him throughout his entire life. like every kid, he wanted to be a hero until those dreams were shattered and he became bitter. started fighting. started fighting people with quirks, and eventually began winning against them.

maybe furin high/makoshi is a place specifically for quirkless delinquents?? parents send their kids there when they can't deal with them anymore or are ashamed of them being quirkless. but sakura goes on his own, because he's heard it's a seedy place the pro heroes sort of ignore (because what can they really do about it? try to be teachers and get eaten alive by teenage boys? and how much do they really care about a bunch of quirkless teens fighting each other?)

m.ha sakura — stamina quirk?

verse that could put him in UA potentially. i think his quirk would give his body like, double or triple the fighting stamina/recovery a normal body would allow. his muscles take much longer to tire out and they repair faster

in that case, i could see his lifelong rejection just being because of his partial albinism like it is in canon. small town, shitty people, shitty parents. goes to UA to fight his way to the top — not because theyre the lowest of the low and he thinks he belongs there (he doesn't. lol) but purely out of spite and anger for everything he's been through

becomes more passionate about actually being a hero the longer he stays there though, as he learns to find himself again and he continually rushes mindlessly into trouble to protect people

very bak.ugo coded honestly. he's not a bully though, he just wants to fight

jj.k sakura

ooh very easy to work him in here — sorcerers are often treated like garbage by non-sorc communities (ie suguru's girlies). so i can imagine sakura came from a pretty isolated place, not only with what was seen as a freakish visual defect but also strange black magic shit???

so yeah that's where the mass rejection and hate came from in this verse. similar to mainverse, his parents were neglectful and abusive, he never made any friends, kids and adults alike looked at him with disdain. he started fighting. and kept fighting. and kept fighting.

at this point i think i could see him being recruited to tokyo jujutsu high if he stirred up enough shit, or furin could be a smaller school for wayward delinquent sorcerers — like an independent mini jujutsu society started by umemiya after he unified a rough town. band of boys who take on cursed spirits and curse users together.

so much better and healthier than mainstream jujutsu society honestly. these lads

(though i feel like they'd end up just being called curse users because they're not part of the system)

cursed technique tba. he seems to have noticeable potential to skyrocket in power compared to his peers, so i imagine his CT would also be head-turning in some way?

alternate jj.k idea for heem

i could see potential for sakura as a newer, influencable suguru recruit tbh. he's so broken and insecure, it would be so easy for suguru to sort of take the furin boys' place as a beacon of stability and belonging.

on one hand i think he would be very easy to connect with — non-sorcerers have treated him like garbage for his entire life, and that's exactly what suguru is trying to show people about them. but on the other hand, sakura has such a strong sense of morality that i don't think he would necessarily be manipulated that easily

so maybe he does get him on board in the beginning, but at one point (maybe after a more positive influence) sakura realizes this is all fucked up and tries to defect

going back to having a powerful CT, that would probably be why suguru would want to scoop him up before jujutsu society can

[your-absent-father]

This is on indefinite hiatus till I actually know how to write fantasy

WIP: Children of Jessamine

(working title)

Progress: early outlines, not a priority

tropes: bisexual lead, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, bad ass lead, gray characters, war, pirates

themes: tba

trigger warning: this is going to be my sexy books so steamy scenes, gore, blood, fighting, emotional abuse

Plot:

Cealena Alistair lived in pure misery. She was supposed to have it all, his father was about to announce her as his heir, beating out the years long patriarchal rule that only male heir could become a Lord and leader of their cities. Then, her father passed away day before the big revelation, putting Cealena's younger brother as the Lord of Jessamine, city named after the flowers surrounding the city. Right after the brother took power, she was forced to marry the king to appease the change in Lords. Her only comfort now was the captain of the king's guard turned her own personal guard. Instantly when they met, Benjim was Cealena's close comfort and friend. So close, that the Cealena's first born son, the crown prince Willem, had just as curly hair as Benjim, at least when you looked closely.

After years of building close allies in the castle, and nights of sneaking off to have fun with her friend, her place in the castle starts to shake after a young woman with seemingly supernatural abilities caught the eye of the king. Cealena’s life was now a ticking time bomb until her deepest secret could be found out.

At the same time, the king was facing off against the pirates, who he had gone into war with after a rouge member of a pirate’s guild tried to kill him after announcing that the pirate’s cove would not be a self-government anymore, nor would the ruling pirate be a part of the kingdom’s council made off the Lord’s of each city. Those pirates were the only hope Cealena had, but could she join against her husband’s enemy? Would the captivating ruler Lailani Carmaine be Cealena’s lifeline?

Characters:

main cast:

Cealaena Alistair - The main bitch. The queen. Mother of Willem. Ambitious young woman, bitter of the life she was forced to submit to. She has a rocky relationship with her husband, which usually ends in shouting. She has always a plan in her head to freedom. She hates not being in control.

Kian Alistair - The king. Cruel and quiet man, who has no interest in anything else but violence and war. Not afraid to kill someone who even looks at him funnily. The years of battle have left scars on him internally and extarnally.

Benjim Nalpenheim - Calm and collected king's guard turned personal guard to the queen. Due to their proximity, two of them formed a deep bond between each other which has eaten away at Benjim ever since it started. Benjim has always been deeply loyal to the crown ever since he was a child. One misfire couldn't be his downfall, right?

Lailani Carmaine - the unofficial spokesperson and leader of the pirates. She is a captivating young woman, who feels older than her age. There are many rumors surrounding her. Some say she is a noble that ran off after being forced to marry. Some say she is descended of dragons of the past ages. What ever the reason is for her aura, one is for certain: she is the foe the king has been dreading.

Side characters:

Josiah Fairfax - Current lord of Jessamine. Utter asshole. Completly uncabable of doing his duties but insisting he is born for it. Has slept with half of his staff.

Willem Alistair - The crown prince. 2 year old. The sweetest young boy in existance, which has puzzled many that don't know his real father.

Georgiana Sutton - a new maid in the castle that has a gift of sight. The king is instantly facinated by her and takes her under his wing. Looks sweet and innocent, but has a dark side in her.

to be continued...

This is an very early on the develepoment. Many things could change still. But this is the last wip that I haven't introduced yet.

Tag: wip: Jessamine