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[mamavino]

🌸 Chapter 5 of Whispers of the Nightingale is live! 🌸

This chapter is packed with emotional moments as Charlotte faces childbirth amidst the chaos of war. Expect some major developments, including two first kisses—one of which could be the last… 💔

There’s also a heart-wrenching goodbye between Charlotte and Isabella that will leave you feeling torn. And, of course, Nozel steps in with a plan that could change everything.

Don't miss this intense chapter! Thank you for reading and supporting the story. 💖

[serpentarius]

Chapters: 3/6 Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows (2014) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anton/Viago (What We Do in the Shadows), Anton & Viago (What We Do in the Shadows) Series: Part 1 of WWDITS-verse Chapter excerpt: 

"I am really trying, you know," he finally gets out.

"Trying what?"

"To be better," Viago says. Swallowing, once, before continuing. "But I do not think that will make up for years of being bad. I have realized that I am not a good person,” he sniffs, “and this is why I do not have any friends.”

Anton, clearly dismayed by this information, leans further forward.

“What? Where is this coming from?”

Viago shrugs sullenly, looking down at his hands. He idly drags his sharp nails across his palm.  

“Hey, man. I’m your friend.”

The vampire sinks further into his bedding. Despite Anton's apparent sincerity, he argues, “You are only doing it for the truce.”

“No,” the werewolf breathes, faintly at first, but then more commandingly, “No, Vi, you’ve got it all wrong. Maybe it started that way, but I'm your friend now, whether you like it or not. And look, you - just because you’ve done some bad things doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.”

Viago lets out a disdainful huff. “That sounds like a lie.”

“Nah, I’m serious, man. I mean, just the fact that you’re questioning yourself makes it clear your heart’s in the right place. Hey, look at me, mate,” Anton dips his head down, seeking to capture Viago’s gaze, “do you think I’m a bad person?”

The vampire stares at him, unable to look away, now. “No. Of course not.”

“But I’ve done bad things,” he admits ruefully. “I’ve… hurt people. I told you before that when I’m changed, I don’t have any control. But… what I didn't tell you is, I remember all of it. I remember all of it, Viago. And sure, most times it’s uneventful, but sometimes it’s… bad. And it’s taken me years, still takes me time now to remind myself that it’s not me, not really. And for you, it’s - kind of the same, isn't it? In fact, you have even more reason to do it, 'cause it's survival for you, Vi. Vampire or werewolf or whatever, sometimes we just... do bad things. But I don’t think that automatically makes us bad people.”

[goldnsyren]

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“Have you no shame, princess?”

“Whatever do you mean, Ser?” her coy voice came from behind the thick book.

His gaze remained amused even if his face was scolding. “A tree’s no place for a lady.” He gruffed.

“- A garden no place for a knight.”

Westerling’s wrist laid casually over the hilt of his sword as he stood at ease. He turned his head to inspect the otherwise empty gardens, hard set to agree with her. “Your Septa’s made quite the racket.”

“Told my father, then?”

“Worse,” he spoke plainly. “Your mother.”

Vaella’s grip tightened on the tome; the Lord Commander's presence now explained. The princess's gaze drifted down to him, hesitant to admit defeat but wise enough to know when she was outmatched. The King could be placated in his seemingly ceaseless high spirits these days. The  Queen ? Certainly not.

Ser Harrold resisted the urge to smile smugly - if just barely. “She’s summoned you.”

[k-verse-sachi]

Rise of The Phoenix

Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!

I'm Alex, writer #3 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!

Group: BTS

Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A

Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A

Word Count: 1k

Request Status: Requested by: {no one}

Pairing: none

Genre: selected in purple

Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut

Trigger Warning: talks of paralysis, major injuries to main character

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

CHAPTER 5: THE PHOENIX RISES FROM THE ASHES

it's been months now. BTS is set for a comeback.

--

The arena hummed with excitement, a palpable energy coursing through the air as fans eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved idols. In the backstage corridors, BTS prepared for their momentous performance, their hearts pounding with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

--

Jungkook leaned in close to his manager, their heads bowed in a private conversation amidst the chaos of the backstage area. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he shared his secret plan, a plan that would leave both his bandmates and fans speechless. The manager nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of Jungkook's decision and the importance of keeping it under wraps until the perfect moment.

--

As the lights dimmed and the opening chords echoed through the arena, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. BTS burst onto the stage, their presence commanding, their energy infectious as they launched into their performance. The audience sang along to every word, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus that filled the air with euphoria.

--

Halfway through the concert, as the audience was caught up in the rhythm of the music, a sudden shift in atmosphere seized their attention. From the wings of the stage emerged Jungkook's wheelchair, propelled by unseen hands. Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd as all eyes turned towards the unexpected sight.

--

With a mixture of nervousness and determination, Jungkook approached the microphone, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air as he addressed the audience, his voice trembling with emotion. "I've missed you all more than words can say," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, yet reverberating with raw emotion. "But tonight, I want to share something special with you."

--

As the anticipation reached its peak, Jungkook summoned every ounce of courage within him and pushed himself out of his wheelchair. The collective gasp that swept through the crowd was deafening, a moment frozen in time as Jungkook stood before them. Tears welled in the eyes of fans and bandmates alike as they witnessed his remarkable feat.

--

Across the stage, the members of BTS stood in awe, their eyes wide with disbelief. Tears glistened in Jimin's eyes as he watched his friend defy the odds. Yoongi, usually composed, was unable to contain his emotions, tears streaming down his face as he witnessed this. he felt relief, and so did everyone else. As Jungkook made his way towards his bandmates, the distance between them bridged by his determination, they rushed to meet him. Arms enveloped him in a tight embrace, laughter mingling with tears of joy. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated emotion.

--

For Jungkook, it was more than just a step forward. And as they stood together, bathed in the glow of love and acceptance, they knew that anything was possible. The stage was not just a platform for performance; it was a sacred space where dreams were realized and miracles happen.

--

Jungkook gazed out at the sea of fans, their unwavering support a beacon of hope in his journey of recovery. "I’m not fully back to where I was," he began, his voice steady with determination, "and it might take a while. But I promise, I will perform again. It won’t be exactly like before, but I will keep giving you everything I have. Thank you for believing in me."

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, their cheers echoing through the stadium as Jungkook's words washed over them. Among the countless faces, Jungkook's eyes caught sight of one in particular – Hana, the ARMY member who had penned a heartfelt letter sharing her own battle with cancer and how Jungkook's presence had brought her comfort and strength during her darkest days.

With a grateful smile, Jungkook reached out to Hana, his voice filled with sincerity as he spoke directly to her and to the millions of ARMY around the world. "Hana, thank you for sharing your story with me. Your courage and resilience inspire me every day. And to all of you," he continued, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "thank you for being my light in the darkest of times. Your love and support have been my guiding stars, and I am forever grateful."

The night drew to a close with a poignant performance of "Spring Day," the lyrics resonating deeply with everyone present. Jungkook's journey was far from over, but his spirit had proven unbreakable. His story of resilience became an inspiration, a testament to the strength of the human spirit and the power of dreams.

Epilogue:

As Jungkook's recovery continued, he found himself returning to the stage, his performances carrying a newfound depth and emotional power. Though he had to adapt his dance style, his presence remained as captivating as ever, touching the hearts of all who watched him.

BTS continued to break records and touch hearts around the globe, with Jungkook's journey adding a new chapter to their incredible story. The golden maknae had risen, like a phoenix from the ashes, stronger and more radiant than ever before. And as he looked out at the sea of fans who had stood by him through it all, he knew that together, they could overcome anything.

[imperatrice21]

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[blakeradcliff]

Chapter 51 of 'Out of Shape' is out!

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Thanks everybody who has been reading and supporting 'Out of Shape' so far! And check my comic out if you haven't yet! 🙏🏼 Thank you all! 🥰💖

[among-the-spiders]

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[sasuhinagalore]

Chapter 3 of The Better Half - is online.

This particular chapter was hard for me for some reason. I experienced a writer’s block because I had trouble figuring out each characters’ response psychologically with everything around them. Maybe I’m trying too hard to be realistic? Also, I’ve never really written something so... lewd before hehe. But reviews left will definitely help me improve. Thanks so much for your support. My first fanfiction experience is so sweet because of all the positivity I’m receiving. <3 Fanfic.Net

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[wwolfjade123]

I’m gonna try and update this one frequently than Time Staff ‘cause the concept and idea is still fresh inside my mind. So... yeah

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Her hand falters, trembling slightly as her gaze lifted up and stopped at the Poster. She stares at the same poster Blake insisted that they put up because she said it brought her comfort. Weiss didn't fight her because this was Blake, the same Blake that had a panic attack in the middle of the hallways because she saw two colours that were far too familiar in her past. She just couldn't say no to that when Blake was suffering. But of all the places it had to be placed, it had to be there. Right in front of her.

Her eyes skims at the text on the poster, the text that annoys her every time she reads it, text that resembles a child's grammar and view in life. A child's mind.

[marauder23]

To Belong, Chapter 11: The Skywalker League now UP on AO3!

He was ready to rage at her, to make her feel small and inconsequential, but before he could she had a fistful of his tunic in her petite hand pulling him closer down to her face so he had to look directly into that blazing look of hers. “Don’t you dare deny it,” she whispered in a deadly serious tone. And as he met her gaze, he saw there were tears glimmering at the corners of her hazel eyes, threatening to spill over but she clung to them out of pride, not allowing them to fall.

[yuki-rose-20]

Hello my lovely readers. Just wanted to update you all on what’s happening with CR.

Chapter 18 is being written. It’s taken longer to write than chapter 17 because I’ve not been well this past week. Don’t worry, I haven’t had anything like Covid-19. I’ve been struggling with other stuff but I’m getting back on my feet again.

So don’t worry, chapter 18 will be written and posted with minor edits in the next maybe 4 or 5 days. It might be earlier. No promises though.

Anywho, see you all later and happy reading :)

[litcraz]

Lost and Forgotten Chapter 28

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16822540/chapters/53692723

Please enjoy and bring your tea - it’s a long one!

[somedrunkpirate]

Chapter 3 is up! This time: Backstory, y’all

A fallen criminal, lost at sea, shakes his head and smiles. He walks away from the bleeding past, breathing deep, and decides.

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo Additional Tags: Napoleon Solo/Original Male Characters, (past and referenced), Napoleon/Victoria, but not really in a ship way, more in a background or plot to this story way, Pining, Missing Scenes, Regret, Heartbreak, Angst, Heavy Angst, Mental Health Issues, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Unhealthy Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Past Child Abuse, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Borderline Alcoholism, lying, learning to be better, Eventual Happy Ending, Original Female Character/Original Female Character - Freeform, A ton of OC's - Freeform, friendships, Forgiveness, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Backstory, Internal Monologue, Moments of good feels too, Prequel, Alternate Universe - Pacific Rim Fusion, Unreliable Narrator, Napoleon is a bit not good Series: Part 2 of Tidal Waves Summary:

This is a story set after Napoleon leaves Russia behind, destroying what might have been the most meaningful relationship he's ever had. This is a story about regret, consequences, and finding oneself. This is Napoleon learning to be a better person, and realising he deserves a better life, no matter the mistakes he made.

Sadly, that lesson takes a long time to learn.

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 “Garcia,” Napoleon says, his lips numb and uncooperative. “Don’t be like me.”

Garcia huffs, barely audible over the music. “Not planning on it.”

Napoleon shakes his head and has to hold on to the bar-top from the dizziness the movement causes. “No, I mean—“ he tugs at her wrist and points it towards James. “I— I fucked up— my one chance to be happy. Don’t be like me. Don’t wait.”

[k-verse-sachi]

Rise of The Phoenix

Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!

I'm Alex, writer #3 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!

Group: BTS

Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A

Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A

Word Count: 2k

Request Status: Requested by: {no one}

Pairing: none

Genre: selected in purple

Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut

Trigger Warning: talks of paralysis, major injuries to main character

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

CHAPTER 4: Embers of Hope

Hours blur into days, days into weeks, and before you know it, it's been months. All that time, Jungkook was here, wondering if this is it, if this is where it ends for him. If it is, how will he survive without the rush of being on stage again, hanging with his friends, dancing, singing, and performing?

The physical pain is gone. He is supposed to be better. He is supposed to be able to walk again, but he can’t bear to bring himself to move yet. He is scared. What if he tries, and they realize that he can’t move his legs? Or he can, but he just doesn’t have that much mobility. Bound to a wheelchair forever. What if he is better but will never be the same as before? Who will he be if not the golden maknae? That’s all he knows.

He is terrified of the what-ifs. But today is the day that he has to face them. Today is the day that he, his friends, his family, and the doctors all find out what will happen when he tries to move his legs and stand. Only an hour before the doctor gets here. His mom is here. Dad is here. Friends are here. Physically he is here. But with all the what-ifs and buts and possibilities running around in his head, it seems as though he is simply watching his life unfold like a movie. He might as well not be in the room. He vowed to get better. He wanted to push through this, but as time went on, it just felt more and more unlikely.

He was so terrified he didn't notice when the doctor walked in or was talking to him. He didn't realize a thing. Not when Jimin called for him or when Namjoon walked next to him. The only thing that registered, although it terrified him, was when Joon touched his shoulder. He snapped out of it, realized where he was, and his eyes landed on the doctor.

"Sorry… I.. uhm… don't know what happened just now. Sorry about that," he drawled out, still slightly out of it.

The doctor responded, "No, it’s fine. It's alright, I understand. But uhm, how about we start this test. Try to lift your right leg for me, please."

At that, he hesitantly tried to. It took a lot of strain, but he lifted his leg. If only a little, he lifted it. It didn’t hurt; his legs just felt like lead. It took so much out of him just to slightly lift it off the bed. He knew what that meant. He knew that wasn’t the best news. His spine is better; he should be back to walking soon. But yet he wasn’t. He knew that meant physical therapy. That meant his career was gone. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to cry. His heart felt heavy; he felt as if he was burning from the inside. The doctor realized this and tried to wrap up the test.

In the ensuing silence, Jungkook's mind raced. He had always been the golden maknae, the unstoppable force on stage, but now he felt so fragile, so unsure. His mom squeezed his hand, a silent reminder of the support surrounding him. Jungkook took a deep breath, feeling the embers of hope flicker inside him. The road ahead was long and uncertain, but for the first time in months, he felt a glimmer of determination. He wasn’t alone in this fight. He had his family, his friends, and millions of fans who believed in him. As he looked around the room, he knew he had to keep going, one small step at a time.

--

as quickly as he came he left and asked to speak with everyone outside. while outside they all spoke.

"it's not looking too good. I think he'll need to start physical therapy soon I will send the name of the best physio I know. I'm sure he'll be better soon. the movement in his legs meant he might still walk. dancing however, might not be possible." he doctor spoke before leaving.

--

Jungkook's days had settled into a monotonous routine. Each morning began with physical therapy, a grueling process filled with both physical pain and mental frustration. The sterile smell of the hospital room was a constant reminder of how far he was from the dazzling lights of the stage. As he pushed himself through the exercises, beads of sweat forming on his brow, his therapist offered words of encouragement.

"You're doing great, Jungkook. Just a little more," she would say, her voice a steady anchor in the storm of his thoughts. Every small victory, like a slight movement in his legs, was a beacon of hope in his sea of despair.

Jungkook’s internal struggle was relentless. Memories of his active days flashed before him, a stark contrast to his current state. Yet, amid the frustration and pain, a flicker of determination began to emerge, sparked by the unwavering support surrounding him.

--

The members of BTS visited Jungkook regularly, their presence a balm to his weary soul. They filled his room with laughter, jokes, and stories from their ongoing activities. They brought him updates about their rehearsals, concerts, and even mundane daily happenings.

One afternoon, as they gathered around his bed, Jimin spoke up, his voice filled with emotion. "Jungkook, you are important to us, no matter what. We’re a family, and we'll get through this together."

Jungkook felt a lump in his throat. The unwavering support of his members kindled a renewed sense of hope within him. They handed him a small gift – a bracelet inscribed with the word "family." It was simple yet it meant everything to kook.

--

The love from ARMY was overwhelming. Jungkook received countless letters and gifts from fans around the world. One particular letter caught his attention. It was from a fan who recounted how Jungkook and BTS had inspired her during her own tough times. Her words were heartfelt and raw.

Jungkook opened the letter carefully, his fingers trembling slightly. As he began to read, he felt an immediate pull at his heartstrings. The fan, named Hana, wrote about her battle with cancer. She described the dark days, the pain, the uncertainty, and how she often felt like giving up. But she also wrote about how BTS’s music, especially Jungkook’s performances and his unwavering spirit, had given her hope and strength.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he continued to read. Hana wrote about how watching their concerts and listening to their lyrics had helped her through the worst of times. She mentioned a specific moment during a concert where Jungkook had smiled and waved at the camera, and how that simple act had given her a burst of hope when she needed it most.

Jungkook’s vision blurred with tears. He could feel Hana’s struggles and her triumphs as if they were his own. The outpouring of love and support from ARMY reignited his determination. He knew he had to keep fighting, not just for himself, but for everyone who believed in him.

On social media, BTS members shared positive messages from fans, showcasing the trending hashtags and fan projects dedicated to Jungkook. Seeing the global support strengthened his resolve. He wasn’t alone in this journey; millions of hearts beat with his.

--

Progress was slow but steady. One morning, during a therapy session, Jungkook managed to move his ankle. It was a small movement, almost imperceptible, but it was a significant milestone. His therapist’s eyes lit up with joy.

"Did you see that?" she exclaimed. "You did it, Jungkook!"

His family, who had been by his side, burst into tears of joy and relief. Jungkook’s own eyes filled with tears. It was an emotional moment, blending relief and an overwhelming sense of achievement.

These small milestones were stepping stones on his path to recovery. Each one brought a mix of emotions, from joy to a renewed sense of purpose. Jungkook's internal monologue was filled with gratitude and a silent vow to keep pushing forward.

--

Jungkook’s therapist had been observing him closely, noting his physical improvements but also his psychological struggles. One afternoon, after a particularly tough session, she sat down next to him.

"Jungkook," she began gently, "I see how hard you're working, but I also see something holding you back. Sometimes, recovery isn't just about the physical. I think it might help to talk to a psychologist. Fear and anxiety can create barriers that are just as real as physical ones."

Jungkook looked at her, feeling both relief and apprehension. He knew she was right. His fears were a heavy burden, and perhaps talking to someone could help him navigate through them.

--

Jungkook began sessions with a psychologist, Dr. Kim, who specialized in trauma and recovery. Their conversations delved into his deepest fears and anxieties. Dr. Kim's office was a safe space, a stark contrast to the sterile hospital environment. The room was warm and inviting, with soft lighting and comfortable furniture.

In their first session, Dr. Kim asked Jungkook to describe his feelings about the accident and its aftermath. Jungkook found himself opening up about his fears of never performing again, of letting down his bandmates and fans, and of losing his identity as the "Golden Maknae."

Dr. Kim listened attentively, her voice calm and reassuring. "Jungkook, it's natural to feel afraid after such a traumatic event. But it's important to recognize that fear can be just as paralyzing as a physical injury. We need to work on overcoming these mental barriers."

Over the next few weeks, Jungkook and Dr. Kim worked on various techniques to manage his fear and anxiety. They practiced visualization exercises, where Jungkook imagined himself standing, walking, and eventually dancing on stage. They also worked on breathing exercises to help him stay calm and focused.

During one pivotal session, Dr. Kim asked Jungkook to stand up with her support. He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. "I can't," he whispered, his voice trembling.

"Yes, you can," Dr. Kim said firmly. "Your body is ready, Jungkook. It's your mind that needs to catch up. Trust yourself."

Jungkook closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed himself up. His legs felt weak, but they supported his weight. He opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face. "I'm standing," he whispered in disbelief.

"Yes, you are," Dr. Kim said, smiling. "And you'll walk too, in time. This is just the beginning."

--

After the breakthrough, Jungkook asked Dr. Kim and his physical therapist to keep his progress a secret. He wanted to surprise his family, friends, and bandmates when the time was right.

"Please, don't tell anyone yet," Jungkook pleaded. "I want to be able to show them myself. I want it to be a surprise."

Dr. Kim and the therapist agreed, respecting his wishes. They continued their sessions in secret, working diligently towards his recovery.

--

One evening, Jimin visited Jungkook alone. He entered the room quietly, his face etched with worry. Jungkook could sense something was off. Jimin sat down, his eyes avoiding Jungkook's gaze.

"Jimin, what's wrong?" Jungkook asked softly.

Jimin's eyes filled with tears, and he finally spoke, his voice breaking. "Jungkook, I feel so bad about everything. I feel like it's my fault you're here. If I hadn't slipped... I'm so sorry."

Jungkook's heart ached seeing his friend like this. He reached out and took Jimin's hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Hyung, don't do this to yourself. It wasn't your fault. I don't regret saving you for a second. If I had to do it all over again, I would."

Jimin sobbed, "But you're in so much pain because of me. I can't help but feel guilty."

"Listen to me," Jungkook said firmly, though his voice was gentle. "You mean the world to me, to all of us. This isn't your fault, and I don't want you carrying that burden. I promise you, we'll walk side by side again. We'll be back on that stage together. Even if I don't fully believe it yet, I have to hold on to that hope. For you, for all of us."

Jimin wiped his tears, trying to smile. "Thank you, Jungkook. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"We're a team," Jungkook replied, his own eyes moist. "We'll get through this together, I promise."

---

Jungkook and his therapist sat down to set realistic goals for his recovery. They planned short-term and long-term objectives, focusing on patience and perseverance. The path ahead was long, but Jungkook was ready to face it head-on.

He began to visualize success, imagining himself walking and performing again. These visualizations became a source of strength and motivation. Each day, he pushed a little harder, fueled by the images of his future self back on stage.

[aubreylaufeyson]

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