#shiishki

[lizzy06]

Nishinoya Yu x Reader Fic Recs!!

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Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Karasuno Fic Rec Masterlist

The Claw ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor)Claw machines are unfair, and your boyfriend is seriously impatient. You see where this is going, right? [COMPLETED]

 Bad Sleeping Habits by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor, slight smut) You and Nishinoya have some pretty weird sleeping habits. [COMPLETED]

Your Biggest Fan✨ by queenofhyrule (crush, friends to lovers, fluff)It's the most important game Karasuno has ever played up until that point, and OF COURSE you didn't even make it there on time. Hopefully the surprise you had in store for your best friend would make up for being late. It was the one thing he always said he wanted to happen, so of course you took it upon yourself to do it. That's what best friends were for, right?

Of All Things to Say… ✨by @dammitlogan (soulmate au, oneshot)First words are written on wrist.

Quiddity✨ by @shishinoya (soulmate au, oneshot)in a world where each person has their own unique way of finding their soulmates, yours is quite rare and makes it difficult for you to figure out who your significant other is. Constantly seeing images appear in your head leaves you wondering where these beautiful pictures are coming from. Little do you know, these pictures are just what leads you to the love of your life.

soulmate au by @lovely-angst (oneshot, soulmate au)First words are written on wrist in foreign language.

Flower and Blossom ✨by @shiishki (soulmate au, hurt/comfort, oneshot) where whenever your soulmate gets a cut or bruise, flowers bloom out of the same spit on your body.

soulmate au by @guessmonsta (soulmate au, oneshot) First words are written on wrist.

Bruises by ketsamachan (oneshot, soulmate au)here the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate and you get the same marks on your skin as them.

Letters and Actions✨ by NyxDeLaNuit (hurt/comfort, angst, reader was cheated on) You were happily married to Tanaka until the cameras caught the end of a conversation you weren't supposed to hear. Now Noya's left with the pieces, and he'll put you back together, no matter what it takes.

Waltz & Whispers - Yuu Nishinoya x Reader✨ by IppenX (fluff, dancing) Noya took pride in being the loudest on the team and working the hardest whenever he could, no matter how much others tried to tell him he has to stop before he over-works himself.until he suddenly had to save someone else from getting lost in her own ambitions.

Split Lives {Nishinoya You x reader} by GhostiMoth(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Between the ages of 13 and 19, there is a single day where you are your soulmate switch bodies for a day; known as the Switch. It's different for every couple and there's usually no warning when it is going to happen.

Long Lost Love by nakkacchii (oneshot, childhood friends, fluff, jealousy)

YUU NISHINOYA: Please don't give up on her... by AussieTeller Mr (humor, fluff, friends to lovers)Rolling Thunder finds himself out of his depths when he falls for a girl with hidden secrets. Fluffy, cute, and overwhelmingly tooth rotting!

We should have been doing this the whole time  ✨ by  pseudoflowers (flowers476) (smut, fluff,oneshot) Taking the annual family trip together, Noya x Female Reader finally accept their long term feelings and move their relationship forward.

[writerfae]

general tag list: @deadlycupid @writing-is-a-martial-art @writingamongther0ses @blueinkblot @wildswrites @abiandwriting @theroyalcoven @myhusbandsasemni @authortango @charleeyy @formulatingfiction @shiishki @gr3y-heron @bloodlessheirbyjacques @bluehourskyeli @writing-with-olive

Totenmesse

It was a chilly night. The fog hung low in the streets and the dim street lanterns spent just enough light to not stumble over your own feet.

Not a soul was outside, no one except for Marie. The young woman was on her way to the little church on the other side of town.

She was new to the small village, working as apprentice for an old seamstress.

After a long day of hard work, Marie found herself unable to sleep and instead decided to attend the late night mass.

It would be the first mass she attended in her new hometown - and she was already running late.

The still unfamiliar streets paired with the thick fog had made her lose her way at least twice. She huffed in annoyance, almost regretting her decision.

It was cold and it was dark, but Marie pushed through, wrapped tightly in her warm cloak.

Then, finally, she found herself in front of the small church.

It seemed like the mass had already started.

The windows were ablaze with light, a hard contrast to the dark and misty surroundings. It was so bright it almost stung in her eyes.

Did she only imagine it, or did the light shimmer a bit greenish? Somewhere in the distance, a crow called.

For a moment something in her seemed to be reluctant to enter, but a gust of wind made Marie shiver and, pulling her cloak tighter around her body, she closed the distance between herself and the heavy wooden door of the church and entered.

Not wanting to draw too much attention, Marie opened it just enough to be able to slip through it, before closing it again with a soft click.

But her quiet attempt didn’t seem to be that quiet after all, for when she turned around, the pastor had stopped with his sermon and stared at her, unmoving.

His eyes, pale as the mist outside, bore into her.

And the other churchgoers, too, had turned around. Though she couldn’t see it, because their faces were covered by shadows, she could feel hundreds of eyes staring at her.

Or maybe staring through her, she wasn’t quite sure.

Discomfort crawled up her spine. After what felt like forever, but could possibly only be seconds, the pastor continued his sermon and the others turned around again to listen to him.

Embarrassed, Marie lowered her head and hurried to a free place on one of the benches in the back. As she sat there and listened to the pastor, she couldn’t help but think how strange this mass was.

Maybe she should’ve stayed at home after all?

Never since she came to the small village had she felt so out of place. Something was so wrong here, but she couldn’t quite tell what it was.

It was cold.

The people were utterly silent. Hats, scarfs and hoods covered their heads and Marie felt awfully exposed, despite her long-sleeved dress.

She clutched the cloak that she had hung around one of her arms tight, fighting the urge to put it back on and pull the hood deep into her face to match the people around her.

But she didn’t want to pull the people’s attention to her once more, couldn’t even stand the thought of it, almost afraid.

The pastor’s voice rang through the nave. It was strong and deep, something between enchanting and haunting.

Marie felt strangely captivated by it, the melodic sound almost seemed to tie her to the pew.

The spell was broken when the pastor stopped. Marie couldn’t quite tell if it’s been seconds or hours.

“Sing with me, brothers and sisters,” he spoke up again.

Marie looked for the song sheet, but couldn’t find one.

She wanted to ask the woman next to her if she could look into hers, but the question died in her throat as she saw that the song sheet the old woman held was blank.

Still the woman started to sing, as if the words were engraved in her heart.

Around them, all people raised their voices to a song Marie didn’t know, a chorus in perfect harmony echoing in the small building.

Their tune gave Marie goosebumps. Again, she felt strangely captivated.

Beautiful and eerie at once, the song seemed to cloud up her mind, laid over her like a blanket, warm yet suffocating.

Strangely moved and desperately wanting to sing along, but not understanding a single word of the unfamiliar song, she started crying silent tears.

The lights seemed to move with the heave of the people’s voices, flickering ominously. For a second, Marie forgot how to breathe.

A hand around her wrist pulled her back to reality.

Marie turned to the woman next to her, whose grip on her skin was so tight Marie thought it might bruise.

“Before the song is done,” the old woman said lowly. “you better leave.”

She looked up to her, the lights illuminating the face under her hood, and Marie startled.

The skin of the old woman’s face was so pale that it was almost transparent. Marie thought she could see the skull underneath her paper skin.

She wanted to scream but couldn’t. Wanted to move away but couldn’t.

The woman’s glassy eyes seemed to look right into Marie’s soul.

“This mass is not for people like you. Leave before your soul slips from your fingers into the light and leaves you here behind forever.”

The woman let go of her arm and continued to sing.

Marie, frightened by the woman’s words, grabbed her cloak and stood up, hurrying to the door as the song grew quieter.

No eyes followed her this time as she all but fled the church, closing the door behind her with a loud slam and ran.

When she left the church ground Marie came to a halt and turned around.

The lights in the windows of the church flickered up in a blinding light - and then, all of a sudden, they went dark.

The church ground lay completely still. No one came out of the doors. It was dead quiet.

Marie, not so sure what just happened, wrapped herself in her cloak as tight as she could and hurried home, to the safety of her bed.

The strange happenings of that night didn’t let go of Marie.

When she awoke that morning, she almost thought that she had been dreaming, if it wouldn’t be for the dirt on her boots and the little almost not visible bruise on her wrist - the one where the old woman had touched her.

A few hours later, as Marie passed the church on her way to do some errands, she decided to enter.

She was greeted by a man in pastor robes. It was a different pastor than that night.

“Hello, Miss. How may I help you?”

As Marie asked about the pastor that held yesterday’s late night mass, the man in front of her looked confused.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” he said. “But I don’t know what you are talking about. There is no late night mass.”

Now it was Marie who was confused.

“But… I’ve been there yesterday. It was held by a different pastor. Him.”

She pointed to a photography behind the man that showed a bunch of people, among them the man who held yesterday’s mass.

The man turned around to look at the photo in question.

“Pastor Jakob?” he asked skeptically.

She nodded. The pastor shook his head.

“That can’t be, Miss.”

He put a hand on her shoulder, looking her firmly into her eyes as he said.

“Pastor Jakob died nearly twenty years ago.”

This mass is not for people like you, the old woman’s voice rang in Marie’s ears.

Realization dawned on her.

A mass, not for people like her. Not for people that were alive.

A mass of the dead.

*

tagging the people who interacted with the post where I talked about sharing this @learning-to-think @avrablake @saphoblin @abalonetea @vaultofqueenorion @akiwitch

[stayndays]

hi, for the ship, my name is Luce, I'm a ambitious, soft dork uwu. I really love writing, anime and food, both eating and cooking-staring at recipes on pinterest for hours. I'd want a partner who doesn't entirely depend on me, someone who I can have long talks with and just sit in silence, a partner who makes me feel insecure, one who doesn't take me seriously or my ambitions, and makes me feel like i have to be someone else to be enough is a nono. I'm an INFP and yeah I think that's it, thank u

i ship you with...

bang chan!

you two would be so cute together!! i find it so fascinating how infps and enfjs are dubbed as an ideal couple, and how it’s actually true in this situation :0 your relationship with him would be filled with intimate, calm moments, as well as moments of laughter and joy. very adorable couple, 10/10 in my books ;D

your relationship goals with him:

binge watching an anime series together on his day off

going out to eat together once a comeback is finished

supporting each other at your darkest times

him hyping you up when you get one step closer to your ambitions

late night talks with no noise other than your voices

i hope you liked your ship! <3

[godknives]

cw disturbing imagery

Hi I'm Not Dead. have an amor rewrite

[img id: A Google Documents screenshot, white background and black Arial font:

Revenge tastes like a pomegranate, and stains just as easy.

Raaf is sure the walls have eyes, and that those eyes are watching him. There’s blood on his tongue and it stings like a prayer, it burns like a holy light. His canines pierce his lip as he tries to push the King off his form, the burnished gold of his hair becoming a noose around his throat, and the King leans in closer, closer, closer, so that Raaf can see his skin of curdled milk, the lilacs of the veins around his eyes, the bloodless lips curling into a smile.

Blood stains everything. Blood is everywhere. Raaf breathes it in, and it boils in his stomach. It becomes him, severed and dissected and exposed as if he lay on an operation table. His bones are velvet, and his tears are blood.

Revenge tastes like a pomegranate. It’s bitter, it tastes like blood, more blood, more blood. It’s a bestial heart, the one that beats in Raaf’s ribcage, while the one in the King’s chest is void.

His lifeless body is heavy on top of him. Raaf struggles to breath — oh Saints, oh Saints — as he retracks the knife from Casimir’s neck, causing another waterfall of blood to run into his eyes and mouth, and he tries not to breathe any of it in (his lungs are bloodstained enough as it is) but it seems futile as the bright red blinds him. It’s so unnaturally red, Raaf gets dizzy at the sight. His mouth coats with sticky saliva as he finally manages to push the body off.

/end id]

taglist (as to be +/-):

@glitterandstarshine @the-starlight-writer @adhdandquills @ofbloodandflowers @saltwaterbells @hydrancheas @andiwriteunderthemoon @moonhungers @arkicts @gnymedes @odysseyofnebulae @wisteria-eventide @shiishki @chishiio @justthehopeleft @absolute-nonsense-scribblings @writing-is-a-martial-art @writeblrfantasy @cannivalisms @kait-writes @dovebeast @lord-fallen @muddshadow @uppoffringar @motelbf @houndmouthed

[writerjodie]

oohh i love the sound of this !! may i be added to the taglist please?

WIP Intro: temporarily lnd

[ID: gray toned picture of towers partially hidden by mist with a text in the middle saying temporarily lnd with a gradient of dark to light as the text is layered on the dark coloured towers.]

Rhys is a boy who tried to save everyone. Ren is a shapeshifter who doesn’t know what she is anymore. Gene is boy who keeps spiraling into deeper trouble. Cailie is a witch on the run from her family. Afisto is a boy who lived in lies. Caeden is an elf who just wanted to see the world. And their realities keep shattering. Additionally, Mezenel is there.

current status: draft 1

wordcount goal: at least 70.000 words

genre: fantasy, dark fantasy, YA/New Adult

themes/tropes: lgbtq+, poc cast, found family, finding your own truth and morals

pov: third person limited, past tense, multiple povs

taglist: @shjdqkwnkdnwkndkneidbienifn @tommie-hildebrandt

send an ask, comment to ask or ask in your reblog to be added to the taglist :}

[avis-writeshq]

I truly didn't expect this but I might have been counting down 👀 thank you all so much for your support! Hitting 1k was more like a dream too, and I'm truly grateful to have you by my side! Now, on to the celebrations! Join me for a drink! 💕

The event will begin from 9PM AEDT on the 13th and will end at 9PM AEDT on the 15th. Feel free to send reqs in early! More timezones further down.

[note: no alcohol will be consumed during this event.]

[note 2: fandoms included are haikyuu and bnha, both male and female]

► champagne [moodboard matchup]!

I see someone has caught your eye! Care to tell me about yourself? I have a knack for setting people up! [closed]

please include:

>> favourite colour

>> favourite activity/hobbies

>> love languages

>> what you look like [only if you're comfortable! there's absolutely no pressure!]

>> and most importantly, which fandom you would like and if you would prefer male or female!]

sample:

► wine [sleepover]!

I see we're all getting a little tired. Not to worry! Feel free to spend a night or two here; we'll talk, play games, or do anything you would like!

>> ask games!

emoji ask game

pet name ask game

>> truth or dare!

truth: kiss, marry, kill [where i actually have to give proper answers]

dare: send me a character and i'll write a 50-100 word blurb about you and that character!

>> the radio!

song recommendations based on your current mood

>> the gallery!

a meme that fits the current mood

･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:･'(ﾟ▽ﾟ)'･:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:･'(ﾟ▽ﾟ)'･:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:･'(ﾟ▽ﾟ)'･:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･

► timezones!

JST [8PM, 13/08]

AWST + PHST [7PM, 13/08]

WIB [6PM, 13/08]

EDT [7AM, 13/08]

PDT [4AM, 13/08]

Send me a DM if you want your timezone up there XD

･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:･'(ﾟ▽ﾟ)'･:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:･'(ﾟ▽ﾟ)'･:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:･'(ﾟ▽ﾟ)'･:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･

► mentions!

Now, to send some invitations! Oh, of course, you're all invited! I just wanted to get the message out (/▽＼)

@kozumebri ; @shotosjupiter ; @bellesowl ; @enluv ; @vantaegism ; @sat6ru ; @kentoangel ; @babydai ; @lemillieon ; @shiishki ; @penallphe ; @kiyoo-omi ; @u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum ; @boosyboo9206 ; @kenmaki ; @tsuhika ; @ceo-of-daichi ; @katsushimaa ; @star-puff ; @deadontheinsidebut ; @keiyoomi ; @cotton-curse ; @onlyfortheplot ; @kuroos-babie ; @xavestory ; @macaronnv ; @churoomiii ; @kuroos-babie ; @kairakeiji ; @ryuiki ; @taurue ; @kageyuji

invitation: sent

[glitterandstarshine]

MAKE MUCH OF ME — a wip introduction

SETTING: the village of brair’s hollow, an undisclosed fairy-tale time period

GENRE: adult fantasy retelling

POV: third person limited

FEATURES: queering classic literature, fairies and the dangers inherent with them, love between two girls, devotion, fairytale logic

WARNINGS: depictions of depression-like symptoms, sexual references, description of physical assault

BLURB:

Every girl in Briar’s Hollow knows: you must stay away from the merchant fae, their wares bring nothing but pain. The delicate, exquisite fruits they offer can only be magic, and that magic, every girl knows, is danger.

Lorelei is curious. She was born with a question in her heart, and though she has lived her life listening to the warnings, something draws her to the merchant-men now, despite the warnings of her best friend Elizabeth.

She is doomed from the first bite.

STARRING:

Lorelei “Lore”; a curious girl with an insatiable desire for answers. She tastes the fruit and it is her downfall.

Elizabeth “Lizzie”; a loving, devoted friend who would do anything for Lorelei. She risks everything to save the one good thing she has.

A queer retelling of Christina Rossetti’s poem “Goblin Market”; a fairytale of love.

Art: A Sea-Spell by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

TAGLIST (ask to be added or removed):

@mel-writes-with-her-dragons @godknives @the-starlight-writer @pseudonym-lux @ofbloodandflowers @avi-why @andiwriteunderthemoon @charlottedotexe @shiishki @piyawrites @araliensmagica

[the-starlight-writer]

His Favourite Streamer

Opening his laptop, Indigo took a seat on his bed, pulling his knees close to his chest. The irregular yet steady thump of his heart against his ribs echoed into his legs as he typed in his password and pulled up one of his most visited pages. He stared at Mori’s avatar on screen and the words in the countdown below it – “The stream begins in three minutes”. “It’s like he knows when I need him…” whispered Indigo, feeling his heart begin to slow at simply the thought of hearing Mori again soon. The screen lit up as his beloved streamer’s voice poured into his headphones. Indigo’s tense body began to relax as he listened to Mori’s standard greetings but his breath caught when he laid eyes on the plush in his hands. “Before we get into today’s game at hand—I’m itching to find out what happened in the ravine too, don’t worry—I just wanted to thank the lovely person who got me this Maeryth plush!” Just as fast as it slowed, Indigo’s heartbeat spiked as he leaned closer, waiting for them to continue. “The note that came with it said it was from an Indigo M. It was one of the sweetest notes I’d ever read actually.” The streamer gave the plush a squeeze. “Thank you so much, Indigo; I love it.” He gestured off-screen. “She sleeps on my bed with me every night, I don’t know how I used to live without her.” Indigo’s face burned. Shakily, he typed out a ‘you’re welcome’ into the live chat and nearly passed out when he saw Mori’s eyes scan over his message and brighten with delight. The pleased chuckle that escaped his lips almost sent him into cardiac arrest. “I’m glad to see you’re watching today too. I appreciate fans like you.”

Press X taglist: @shiishki @monkbeauregard @godknives @absolute-nonsense-scribblings @thats-my-type-writer @fiercely-raging-writer

[tbrlia]

damn;

Reader: Hey, Bakugo, come here!

Bakugo: I don't want to, thanks.

Reader: You suck...

so reader walks closer to bakugo

Reader: I need to tell you something.

Bakugo: What?

Reader: (breathe) I'm in love with you.

Bakugo: But what the FUCK do you mean by THAT?

Reader: I like you damn...

Bakugo: (seconds of silence)

Reader: Oh my god, I know you like me too.

Bakugo: What? Where did you get this from? of the ass?

Reader: (raises an eyebrow)

Bakugo: (avoids looking directly, and keeps looking at the cell phone)

Bakugo: Maybe I like you...

Reader: I know, idiot.

Bakugo: Oh, shut up, go to hell!

requested by @shiishki

[shiishki]

Special Event > Smoke and Mirrors ¬ hosted by: shiishki

the sun has already set, though the sky still holds the colours of it's last hours. as you sip your beverage by the window you ponder about the tasks accomplished and the ones ahead. within your thoughts your gaze turns toward the clock, which endlessly counts down the time of this month. was it even a good month?

Smoke and Mirrors is about reflecting on the past events, some of which may have seemed blurred or hidden in the mist at times. The point of this event is to appreciate what you have done and to note things to improve.

Do you wish to partake in the event?

to enter this event, tag yourself in the comments. you can also invite other people to join by also tagging them in the comments and I’ll confirm their participation by an official invitation :}

feel free to use this event on your own and alter it to your liking, however if you do post about it, i'd highly appreciate credit!

At the end of each month you will receive an ask/blogpost with your tag with a few questions, your answers can be short or long, as in depth or vague as you see fit, like a journal entry where you can just freely write your thoughts and perhaps set a few goals and cut yourself some slack for your latest accomplishments.

reminder: it's okay to take your time, as long as you don't use it as an excuse to not do anything! Eat something, stay hydrated, and remember you're a great being!

taglist: @avis-writeshq @kageyuji @charming-2d-boys @tommie-hildebrandt @domestic-void @uwuwriting @cloudyzoshi @ayame-fanfic

[writerfae]

Tagging some more people just in case

general tag list: @deadlycupid @writing-is-a-martial-art @writingamongther0ses @blueinkblot @wildswrites @abiandwriting @theroyalcoven @myhusbandsasemni @authortango @charleeyy @formulatingfiction @shiishki @gr3y-heron @bloodlessheirbyjacques @bluehourskyeli @writing-with-olive

Sonntagskind - A Short Story Collection 🕯️

„Die Menschen lieben die Dämmerung mehr als den hellen Tag, und eben in der Dämmerung erscheinen die Gespenster." (Goethe)

Born on a Sunday, the young seamstress Marie was blessed with a special gift. She can see ghosts, the wandering souls of those who once were.

When Marie discovers her ability after an eerie experience in her new hometown, her life is never quite the same again.

Strange encounters with the other side soon become as familiar to her as needle and thread and sometimes the ghosts of her little village seem as close to her as the villagers who live there.

✢ Short stories ✢

Totenmesse

…

✢ Characters ✢

Marie

Emilia

🕯️

*If you’re interested in being tagged in this let me know!*

(tagging some people who seemed interested: @avrablake @saphoblin @abalonetea and @bluehourskyeli)

[the-starlight-writer]

Character Intro: Dahlia Natarajan

[Image Description: A dark-skinned Indian girl on a brown-to-white ombre background. Her black hair is in a ponytail, she's got on a quizzical, unamused expression and she's wearing purple lipstick. In her ears are several white piercings and she's got on a red hoodie over a turtlenecked sheer top.]

she/her. 16. goth lesbian. middle child.

11: Are you nice to everyone? D: Fuck no.

16: Are you more like your mom or your dad? D: It's safe to say I'm a mix of both. I definitely inherited my dad's aesthetic and general taste but I look like my mother.

29: Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? D: If my friends, that gaggle of warmhearted babies who think everyone is worth loving, hated someone, they aren't worth shit. That being said, I've liked people that didn't quite sit well with Clem but in the end Clem was right to hate them.

36: Do you forgive betrayal? D: It depends on who's doing the betraying. If it's someone who I've known for a long time, I might end up forgiving them but if someone betrays and hurts one of my friends, it's over.

These are from the following ask list: https://whit3noize.tumblr.com/post/171911921373/unusual-asks-1-do-you-ever-wish-you-were-someone

Picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/257476

TMB taglist: @joyful-soul-collector @emberv @annoyingwritingtrash @godknives @hollowpaths @dragonstoravens @skyfirewrites @glitterandstarshine @charlottedotexe @the-moving-finger-writes @absolute-nonsense-scribblings @shiishki @writing-is-a-martial-art

[andifthestarsweretodie]

@shiishki

what if we fucked around and renormalized sending handwritten letters to our lovers? 💌

[writerfae]

"Welcome to our home, Goldhill Manor. Though Golden Cage might be the more accurate name for it."

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 - 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

❧ 𝒢ℯ𝓃𝓇ℯ ➛ historical romance

❧ 𝒯𝒽ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓈 ➛ first love, forbidden romance, friendship, family drama, manipulation, (tea) parties

❧ 𝒯𝒶ℊ ➛ #wip: the valet's daughter

~۵~

❦ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ❦

Young Alexander Brooks works at Goldhill Manor as the valet of Earl Montgomery's son Matthew.

The two young men develope a friendship that soon leads to a love hidden away behind locked doors and closed curtains. Until one day their secret gets uncovered – and Alexander has to leave behind the estate and Matthew forever…

Years later, Emma Brooks has to leave behind the quiet life at her father’s farm to live with her aunt Countess Graham, who takes Emma with her to visit her friend Vivienne Montgomery over the summer.

And so Emma finds herself back at the very place that her father had to leave so many years ago – Goldhill Manor. There she meets Theodore, who slowly steals his way into Emma’s heart - and happens to be no one less than Matthew’s son.

❦ 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓉 ❦

Emma Brooks

Theodore Montgomery

Alexander Brooks, Emma’s (foster)father

Countess Victoria Graham, Emma’s aunt

Matthew Montgomery, Theo’s father

Anna Montgomery, his wife

Countess Sophie Dalton, Theo’s aunt

George and Diana Dalton, her children

Earl Edward and Countess Vivienne Montgomery, Theo’s grandparents

~۵~

So this is it. A new wip though I swore not to start one till I at least finished draft one of my current project.

Tagging my general tag list cause maybe you’ll be interested :)

@deadlycupid @writing-is-a-martial-art @writingamongther0ses @blueinkblot @wildswrites @abiandwriting @theroyalcoven @myhusbandsasemni @authortango @charleeyy @formulatingfiction @shiishki @gr3y-heron @bloodlessheirbyjacques @imstillherebitch

(and @sleepy-night-child cause we talked about this recently 🙈)