Madeline Holland knew she wasn't destined for much in her life. Aj Lynch had a bright future a head of him. Everything was swell until the party at the Lynch house. The night that changed Madeline forever. And Aj had to watch it happen. Boys of Tommen fan fiction! Started: February 1st 2026

CUTS AND BRUISES kʌts ænd ˈbruːzɪz : breaks in the skin caused by sharp objects (cuts) and discoloration of skin caused by blood leaking into the tissue under the skin's surface (bruises) ꧁༺--------------------༻꧂ ❛ The beautiful and the damned. ❜ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐄 ❝𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑❞ 𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐕𝐀 and 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐘 revel in the freedom of living arms wide open to the recklessness that leads to being damned. Whether it's harmless fun at a house party or it's another moment of what they both call 'fun' that can't really be classed as 'harmless'. After all, that's just what makes it real fun. 𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐍 and 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀 ❝ 𝐀𝐁𝐈 ❞ 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐉𝐈 are the very embodiment of beautiful. Their existence is made up of generations of wealth, success and elegance. It's no surprise that they try their whole lives to stick to their expectations, but it's only a matter of time until they burn. Like a moth to a flame. They'll be damned if they're drawn to the fire of Sean Daly and Silver Villanueva. ꧁༺--------------------༻꧂ FIRST BOOK OF THE ❛ DEAR.. ❜ SERIES. multi-pov. slow-burn. hurt/comfort. (doomed) found family.

after dying in a car crash and transmigrating to the novel she hated most as the villainess kathrine bourgeois serena decided she was tired of accepting death and refused to continue existing the way she had.

You were in Group B, with all the other girls, but that all changed when you got lost in the Maze, alone. For days you outran grievers and tried to make it back, but your supplies were scarce and you blacked out. When you woke up, you thought you were home in the Springs (Group B's Glade), but you noticed something. This place was different. It was warmer and the smelt strange, and the biggest difference, it was filled with boys. When you awoke you ran around in a panic, threatening anyone who came within twenty feet of you, until you saw him. Something in your memory loss faltered as you looked at the boy with sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. You remembered him from something. You knew that you and the boy were somehow connected. TW: depression, suicide, mild swearing

𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬-𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. "𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅?" #1 in the mind #1 in the heart #1 in poemscollection #1 in self awareness #1 in recognition #8 in understanding #10 in introspective #19 in imagination #10 in happiness #13 in poems #9 in poemcollection #14 in poetrycollection