may or may not be a secret message for help

brett yang, a newly graduated college student, has finally found a home and everything about it seems perfect. however, after one viewing, he learns something shocking about the house. ten years prior, a young man named eddy chen was murdered brutally in the basement of the home. previous owners have reported paranormal activity and suspected that eddy was still in the home. they were right. and brett was the only one who could see him.

Tragedies, smut, adventure, mysteries... essentially whatever comes to my head. All TwoSet Violin themed.

so, apparently this is going to be a couple of oneshots now bc apparently, I cannot help myself.

"Were you holding back? The entire time?" "So what if I was?" - Superhero and supervillain conflicts in Brisbane aren't unusual, and Eddy Chen knows this quite well after witnessing his retired mother defending the city for years. It's his mission to continue her legacy as one of the legends of the National Hero Agency, but the only person who is in his way of achieving this goal is the mysterious Firebird, an enigma that Eddy is desperate to figure out. Balancing his conservatory life and the assignments from the True Agency has never been more difficult for Brett Yang. Driven by lingering bitterness from the past, he will do anything to prove to the public that the National Hero Agency isn't as heroic as they claim to be. There is someone who will do anything to stop him though - the Ice Prince himself - and Brett is more than ready to destroy him using whatever means possible. - Inspiration from damianwayneprotectionsquad on Tumblr. Contains major character death, expletives, and depictions of violence.

A collaboration between my recently anonymous friend who has shitty people in her life and TSVHide. TSVhide writes the parts from Eddy's perspective while friend writes the parts from Brett's perspective.

A compilation of Breddy one-shots. Expect lots of pining, fluff, angst, and drama.

For drunken minds, the line between disgusting and sexually arousing was thin. So very thin. And Edward's mind was dancing a very playful tango along that line, all thanks to Brett and his goddamn hands. Those pale, veiny hands that played with the hair on Eddy's nape was making him feel hot and bothered, and just utterly confused.

"hello angel. i'm eddy, and you are?" • a demon walks into a bar and meets an angel. ••• brett and eddy if you come across this do not read it

brett yang did not belong in prison. shy, sweet, and absolutely terrified, he wasn't anything like the other men in the place. he planned to do his time without making any waves or speaking to anyone he didn't have to. eddy chen has been warden of the prison for five years. cold, devilishly handsome, and calm, he terrified brett more than any inmate ever could. everything ran smoothly under his watch and he'd never had many problems. the two just happened to be a perfect match.