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Callin' Baton Rouge | Chuck Bass

Callin' Baton Rouge | Chuck Bass

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POESY BEAUREGARD WAS RAISED TO KNOW BETTER. Born into one of Louisiana's oldest and most powerful families, sixteen-year-old Poesy Beauregard knows exactly what comes with her name: perfect manners, impossible expectations, and the understanding that privilege is a responsibility-not an excuse. She also knows Blair Waldorf, Serena van der Woodsen, and Nate Archibald better than almost anyone. The Upper East Side isn't new to her. Living there is. When circumstances back home send Poesy to Manhattan to stay with her older brother, Wesley, she arrives just in time to find her childhood friends tangled in secrets, betrayals, and one very public war. Poesy has always been the one trying to understand everyone's side, but even a Beauregard can only keep the peace for so long. Especially when Chuck Bass decides she's interesting. Arrogant, infuriating, and exactly the kind of boy Poesy has been raised to stay away from, Chuck expects the sweet Southern belle to be easy to figure out. He's wrong. Because beneath the powder-blue dresses, pearls, and perfect posture is a girl with a temper, a reckless streak, and far more red hiding underneath than anyone realizes. On the Upper East Side, secrets never stay secret, old money always comes with strings attached, and falling in love with Chuck Bass might just be Poesy's worst decision yet. Or her best. cover by: @itsalittlesunny Poesy Beauregard [OC] x Chuck Bass Blair Waldorf x [OC] Wesley Beauregard Gossip Girl - Season One AU
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The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

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