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Family Sickics and Oneshots

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ When Cordelia Fairchild returns to London society after a prolonged period of mourning, her reappearance does not go unnoticed. Carefully reintroduced by her family and quietly observed by the ton, she finds herself once again placed within a world that values display, ambition, and advantageous matches above all else. Yet Cordelia's interests lie far from chandeliers and whispered judgments, drawn instead to solitude, art, and the freedom she is rarely afforded. As the season unfolds and expectations close in around her, Cordelia must decide how much of herself she is willing to surrender to a life chosen on her behalf. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ oc x benedict bridgerton

"i.i i am so - -so - -sorr...y" i said stammering and on the verge of crying madly . He looks in my eyes and im not able to know whats coming next .......... 20 seconds went away with my heavy breath along with his deep ones , surrounded with sheer silence and his adamant eyes looking over mine ......... "ITS OKAY " he says releasing a heavy sigh , nodding and blinking his eyes once to me . and THAT'S IT This is the first time ive seen something soft , in the coldest person i have ever met in my life . ______________________________________________ <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 🎀🎀💗💗 Hey Readers , So this is the slow burn , profound romance which finds its way through many different moments . Both the couples , unaware of whats coming to them are tied in a strange thread of love and marriage . One with a HATE TO LOVE trope And one with a SHE FELL FIRST BUT HE FELL HARDER read it out to find the beautiful Journey of my characters , and get involved in their story revolving with love , passion , trust , jealousy, secrets , and family .💗🎀🤌

گەورەترین تاوان چییە کە مرۆڤ ئەنجامی بدات ئەگەر بکەوێتە ناو گوناهێکی قێزەونەوە؟" هەمیشە لۆمەی خۆمان دەکەین بۆ هەر کارێک کە لە ڕابردوودا ئەنجاممان داوە، چ بچووک بێت یان گەورە؛ بێ ئەوەی هەست بکەین کە هێشتا دەورە دراوین بەوەی پێی دەوترێت "گێژاوی ڕابردوو". بەڵام گێژاوەکەی من تەنیا دەوری خۆمی نەداوە، بەڵکو کەسێکیشی تێدایە کە نەدەبوو لەگەڵ مندا بێتە ناو ئەو گێژاوەوە! • "هەڵەکە تەنیا هی من نەبوو، بەڵکو هی هەردووکمان بوو." • "دەگوترێت دایک بەهەشتە، پێت چۆنە ببیتە دایکی من و وا بکەیت لە ناو بەهەشتەکەتدا نوقم بم؟" • "ئێستا نۆرەی منە کە لە سەرچاوەی خۆشەویستیی تۆ تێر ئاو بم." • ئەو هەر هەمان کەس بوو،سێباستیان درایڤن پۆلیسی ئەلیکترۆنی.. خاوەنی بەرزترین پلە لە پۆلیسی تەکنەلۆژیا، کە تایبەتن بە بەرەنگاربوونەوەی تاوانە ئەلیکترۆنییەکان و کەیسە جیاوازەکان.

a songbook with tracks written from 2024-2026. mostly 2025-2026 though. Disc 1 (Tracks 1-9): Maledictio Amor Disc 2 (Tracks 10-20): Syncopation for the Modern Drummer

Votes for my future stories, part 2.

Joong (the prim, rule-loving fiancé) and Dunk (the carefree, rule‑bending fiancé) are second‑cousins by family ties. Both engaged to be married as part of a longtime family arrangement. Set in Dubai, their summer‑night wedding is accompanied by grand parties at glitzy villas and a stressful desert shoot.

They were never meant to cross paths-at least, not in any way that mattered. He carried his anger like armour, sharp enough to cut anyone who came too close. She held her faith like a quiet promise, even when she didn't yet know how deeply she needed it. From the moment they met, conflict sparked between them: harsh words, clashing beliefs, and a silent competition neither wanted to acknowledge. They were opposites in every way that counted, bound by circumstances they couldn't quite escape. But life has a way of softening hard edges. As days turned into weeks, something shifted. The arguments didn't stop, but beneath them grew an unexpected understanding. A shared vulnerability. A longing neither dared to name. And as he began searching for peace-real peace-he found himself drawn toward the faith he had once ignored. Their story is one of yearning and restraint of painful mistakes and the courage it takes to forgive. This is not a love born from perfection, but one forged slowly, gently, in the spaces where two wounded hearts learn to heal. It began with conflict. It grew with patience. And somewhere along the way, enemies became something far more complicated. "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓; 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆" ___________ [This story is completely fiction. Do NOT take it your hearts or hate on it. It's completely based on the author's imagination. Think before ruining someone's hard work!] ___________ Alas! Meet ya'll in the story!

A book where you can vote on whatever poll I make.

Open ( ) Judging (🧚‍♀️) Closed (🧚‍♀️) Welcome to the Purple Fairy Awards! This is a classic award contest with small payments, not many rules or restrictions, and amazing prizes. Go check it out and good luck!

**Threaded** *A JoongDunk BL Supernatural Romance* "To love someone past death is to become the thing that keeps them from it." Dunk thought moving to the secluded glass villa with his distant partner, Joong, would be a fresh start. But memories he doesn't remember are waking up. Touches that shouldn't linger do. And at night, he hears a voice calling his name-softly, like a lover... or a ghost. Jiwoon was someone Dunk once loved. Or maybe still does. Now the past and present blur, and Dunk finds himself caught between two men: The one who walks beside him. And the one who never left his body. When the ritual begins, Dunk must choose who stays-and who fades. But some choices don't separate love. They **thread it.** ---

Season 1 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣× 𝙈𝙞𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 × 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 (សៅរ៍ ⏳)

Harry Potter returns after two years away to discover Ginny Weasley with someone else. She's moved on. He hasn't. And now he must confront what he left behind; before it slips away forever.

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Teresa Ortiz is sixteen when the story begins, the kind of girl everyone notices and few truly know. She's the queen bee by default: sharp-tongued, perfectly put together, and always three steps ahead of the social food chain. Power comes easily to her, and she wears it like armor. People listen when Teresa speaks, and she's learned how to make that matter. When she senses something is wrong with a close friend, Teresa doesn't back off. She pushes, demands honesty, insists on being let in. Saying yes feels like control at first, like loyalty, like proof that she's untouchable. Instead, it drags her into a world where charm and confidence don't work, and where being feared isn't the same as being safe. As the cracks form, Teresa is forced to confront who she is beneath the reputation. The mean girl mask starts slipping, revealing someone who's ruthless because she's scared, defensive because she cares too much, and unprepared for consequences she can't talk her way out of. Her story isn't about redemption, it's about awareness, and the cost of learning too late that power doesn't protect you from everything. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ REWRITE seasons 1-4 (maybe 5) oc x steve harrington oc x jonathan byers oc x billy hargrove

"𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, this book will be filled of my ideas for upcoming fanfics. It's a 50/50 chance for me to write it or not and you can help me decide!"

Hello! This is Sabito, I want to make a book where others can just vote instead of needing to say it in conversation. This is a place where I can see the votes and know which to do next or to continue on, you are always welcome to comment what you think on it or some ideas for later.

Yeah basically I have no creativity left and it's holidays and I'm bored so I'm doing this easy stupid book. Mostly includes musicians, but open to any suggestions. Read intro for further informations.

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Everybody on the island knew Andrea Whitlock. Not like knew her, obviously. But you knew of her. Figure Eight girl. Clean car, quiet smile, parents with a last name that opened doors before you even knocked. The kind of person who looked like she belonged anywhere with white columns and a security gate. She went by Andi, though. Which already told you something. I noticed her because she didn't act like most Kooks. She didn't talk loud or laugh like she wanted everyone to hear it. Didn't look at the Cut like it was contagious. Mostly she just watched. Like she was waiting for something to break. Pope noticed her for different reasons. Which, yeah- figures. Andi Whitlock had this way of standing there like she was perfectly fine, while also looking like she was about five seconds away from slamming those drumsticks of hers onto the drums and never stopping. Always dressed like she stepped out of a catalog, but her eyes never matched. Too restless. Too awake. The thing about Andi was, she had everything. And somehow, you could tell it still wasn't enough. Which is dangerous. Because people like that? They're either gonna stay exactly where they are forever... or they're gonna blow their whole life up trying to feel something real. And Pope (smartest guy I know) walked straight into that like he didn't even see the warning signs. I guess I can't blame him. - John B Routledge ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ oc x pope heyward

--- Story Description Some nights, silence is louder than words. She stayed by his side, counting each fragile breath, praying for a miracle she wasn't sure would come. In the quiet of a dimly lit hospital room, love becomes a weight, hope becomes fragile, and every heartbeat feels borrowed. This is a story about holding on when the world threatens to let go, about promises that survive beyond words, and about the aching, beautiful reality of loving someone so fiercely that letting go feels impossible. Can hope survive when life itself feels like it's slipping away? Or will some goodbyes echo forever, unanswered? ---

in which you guys get to vote which fic comes out next!