Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. *** Claire is lost and scared and utterly alone. Her family is in shambles after the death of her older sister Ina, and she's left to pick up the broken pieces of herself as her life heads into a downwards spiral of loneliness. Her heart leads her to 5:48, a little cafe by 33rd street, where she finds her new home. With a broken heart and a speech disability, Jasper has his heart and mouth sewn shut by the winding threads of hurt and fear. Painting and serving coffee in cafe 5:48 are one of his last few saving graces, but the smile he's been painting on himself will soon fade away as everything he's ever held dear slips away from his grasp. Ezra is out-of-sync and oddly cold by the way life has treated his young self. Abandoned by his single mother at an early age, he has grown up thinking that he is a mistake. His constant shaking hands are a reflection of what he often thinks of himself, but the delightful pastries he bakes for 5:48's customers are a reflection of what others see of him. Drew is a quirky rarity. He is a dash of loud, a pinch of exuberant, and a cup of eccentric - just like the meals he serves in the cafe as the only chef there. Behind his playful grins and outlandish clothes, however, are his jutting ribs, hollowed cheeks, and too-thin arms. Sometimes he cannot stomach being in his own skin as much as he cannot stomach food. This family has gone a long way from finding each other, and they'll be going a long way together too as reality comes catching up to them, threatening the newfound happiness they've found with each other. Secrets are revealed, pasts become presents, and lives are changed. Slowly but surely, they find their way back home. *** NOTE AS OF 08/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012, posted in FULL. Another story that will be considered a reprise of this old version is in the works, and will be posted under the name "Hiraya House."

My name is Charlotte O'Dean, and I am a Faerie. I didn't always know I was a Fae. I once thought myself as a human girl, with human problems. That was all a lie. The reality is that I am the daughter of the Unseelie king. It is that king--my father--that holds my soul mate prisoner as lure for me…so that when he traps me, he can kill me. I am the one who will ultimately have to choose whether or not to break the veil between the human and the Faerie realms. Those are the kinds of realities, of choices that have taken my ordinary life, torn it apart and reorganized it, piecing it back together in a series of basics: go to Faerie and save the human world, or save Ivan and let the world perish. Kill or be killed. That is my nightmare. But at least I'm awake, and in so much gray, it's the little things that shine brightest. -COMPLETE-