When Marjorie finds Autumn's old diary, the two bond over her old bucket list. While Marjorie seems hellbent on finishing the list, Autumn's priorities are on other things... like her failing marriage.

This is the love story of characters Marjorie and Autumn, from Charlotte's (The Nursery Nurse) series, set in a different universe where Winter doesn't exist and Reece's storyline is different. This story deals with themes of sexual assault, sexuality, death and is smutty at parts. (DISCLAIMER : I love Marjoreece and Wintumn and would never change them, this is just a very special ship to me as well. Also, if you are a big Reece fan, I am sorry.)

A mostly Marjumn centered TNN One shots collection. From their first year at witch academy all the way through whatever and whoever life has in store for them.

A collection of Marjumn one-shots that I couldn't get out my head, but onto paper and written down. - - Some Chapters contain mature content, read at your own risk!

My friends have been begging for this. You know who you are.

The masquerade ball at the Knight Family Estate was set to be the same as it was every year. Autumn arrived thinking she would spend the night wallowing alone and god was she wrong.

Compilation of Marjumn oneshots from The Nursery Staff Room Discord server Cover by @marj_umn Discord server invite link listed in profile

"I'ma take your girl out, We will be everything that we'd ever need" -Girls like girls Tw: talk about a lot of sentimental subjects please read with caution ⚠️

i should've just stuck to one shots, i don't have the first clue on how to write a full-blown fic 😭🙏 highkey based on the songs 'pushing it down and praying', 'better kind of best friend', 'the subway', and 'ruin the friendship' there's gonna be a lot of song references in here 😼 idk what else to put in the description yapyapyap

When exchanging words felt to difficult and writing a letter felt to personal, vulnerable, Autumn found that expressing herself with flowers came the easiest. After all the language of flowers was dead to most. So why would she be worried about expressing her feelings to Marjorie through them when the other had no idea what it meant... expect she forgot about the three people who knew her well enough to know that every bouquet was a confession, an almost wrapped up in brown packing and paper strings. That it wasn't only the delicate red roses that could tell a story but others too.