(Y/N) was given up at birth, left on the stairs of a Fire Station. They were promptly adopted by the fire chief and his house "husband". They were raised in Upstate New York, and has no siblings. (Y/N) grew up reading books about everything, from second languages (Italian, French, Mandarin, and Spanish) to old lost mythologies. Greek, Roman, Egyptian, and Norse. All of these were considered luxuries and useless knowledge. No one wanted to discuss these with them, and they had 0 friends. All alone, walking home from school when they stop at a Mom and Pop stop and shop. They buy 2 bags of skittle and walk out into the street when they suddenly get hit by a bus.
When they wake up, they smell the salt in the air, a fresh ocean breeze flows through the air. They sit up and rub their head, only to be met with swords to the face?
MC is nonbinary, get used to it or get out.
MC is also 16.
Story starts in the middle of MOA, so spoilers ahead dummies (yeah I know some of y'all haven't read this shit yet get on it homies)
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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