Never would I, could I, forget my residency at Apricot Manor. For artist Thomas LaRue, time is spent in the shadows of his flat, tucked away on the dark streets of Lambeth, London. His fixations ebb between his lust for creation and his inability to find his focus. After receiving a telegram inviting him to an artist residency in Hackney, London, the peaceful and collective days of silence and solitude would soon be over. As would everything he knew before meeting Charles Hopkins. The fifth love of his life. In a tale of twists and turns, locked within the walls of forbidden love, lie muses from time lost. Each has a name. Each has a story. And each has already met Thomas LaRue. Secrets and scandals are beyond the veil, but so is devotion and everlasting desire. So, who are you? The artist? Or the muse? Chapters will update weekly/bi weekly

An LGBT Severus Snape love story. No relation to Lily Evans. ***Disclaimer: this is the first run-through edition. No edits have been made, and errors may exist. Enjoy that part of the ride, or wait until the complete edited edition is released!*** This is a story preview. The full book release is set for 25 December 2023. "Whatever this is that is lurking within, I am not having it." Snape paused before sitting on the bed's side and tipping the goblet back. He swished the harsh liquid around his mouth before swallowing, letting out a gritty pant. The candle flickered, and occasionally short puffs of smoke would bellow and fade. "There isn't time, there's never going to be time." he ground his jaw in anger, "And who does he think he is?" his voice hesitated before his expression dulled. "It was probably nothing...nothing at all," the smell of whiskey brushed his nostrils - another swallow. "There could only be clandestine meetings. Dead of night, or bright early morn. Disclosure would certainly be the deliverance of the utmost fallout. And because of this...it shall be disdained." the goblet emptied down his throat, his vision starting to blur. A clink of the metal to the tabletop sounded before Snape laid back, his eyes glazed over. He let his legs dangle off of the edge of the bed as the whiskey crept through his body and finally, he could finally relax. A new Oliver Evans (oc) origin story. All art, including the cover, is made and owned by me. Art to view: Cover Chapter Ten Chapter Twelve Hogwarts Student Files Best ratings: #381 in new adult #400 in emotional Content within: Strong language Romantic scenes (hugs, kissing, the likes) Mention/use of drugs/alcohol Mentions of harm/abuse No sexually explicit content Active - writing and continuously editing. Updates paused at chapter 11 to focus on finishing the story. Check back for the finished edition soon. I do not own any of the WWOHP characters and all rights go to their owners.