"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

(A Lunar Chronicles Fanfiction) • What if Queen Channary HADN'T died from regolith poisoning? What if Princess Selene HADN'T been caught in the fire and sent to Earth? What if Queen Levana HADN'T become queen? Princess Selene might have been a different person, if she hadn't grown up on Luna, with Channary as a mother. She might have ended up as, say, a mechanic living in the Eastern Commonwealth. But she hadn't. She was princess, and soon she would be queen. And as it was, she'd grown up twisted and broken. Will she soon end up with Earth in her grasp as a more evil queen than Levana ever was? Or will someone stop her before it's too late, for both her and Earth? • word count as of chapter 64: 70,178