Trk Stories

Jaron wakes up at night after having a nightmare about his time in the Avenian camp and hears his own voices speaking to him. Roden walks in at the worst possible moment and later tries to talk with him.

A new year fic where everyone in Carthya celebrates New year's eve. Mildly Canon.( Actually mostly canon)

which of the foxes have murdered? ⚠️⚠️T.W. talks about murder, violence, sexual assault, rape attempt, abuse, and death in general⚠️⚠️ some of these actually happened but some are headcanons

Amarinda spoke again. "I want to surprise him. I want him to celebrate his birthday properly this year." "Then you should go on ahead," I replied. "He would like it." She slowed her steps and turned to face me fully. "That is why I need your help." I stopped walking. "My help?" I studied her though I already suspected what she meant. "Why would you need my help?" Rather than answer she stared at me and raised her brows slightly, as if that alone should explain everything. After a moment I sighed, already knowing her message. "Of course. You want me to plan it."

What could have happened between Tobias and Amarinda in the secret compartment of the escape carriage in The Shadow Throne. (complete)

Jaron has admirers, Imogen notices, and Jaron finds himself in need of a Minister of Oats. (complete)

The title says everything Just all the fucking perfect moments of our favourite couple From all the books With chapter number I know...I know... so amazing Read the story and comment about this lovely boys I hope everyone love them as much as me Fangirl screaming ;) I don't own the cover, and almost all quotes I had founded in tumblr or web pages.

Because i am no good at writing fan fic, here is another list. About what I think the character's sexualities are.

Jaron wants to spend a day with Roden in Benton. Roden overthinks about it. Can be or cannot be thought as Jaroden date fic.

What happens when a demigod, a wizard and a teen who maybe has powers somehow ends up meeting? This. Will it become a WW3.. or will it join the worlds together? Find out in this fanfic for yourself.. Uploads every Thursdays!

This blood tastes sweet, like cherry wine. the raven cycle fic trb to trk © bloodpoets (laila) COVER TBA

Едно сляпо момиче което има голямо сърце и много скрити способности. Едно бедно момче което живее на улицата и работи като градинар. Хини(18г)- неземно красива. Кафявите и коси се разтилат чак до началото на бедрата и. Прекрасната и усмивка стопля всички. Децата я обожават. Съдбата я натовари с бедната участ на 8 годишна възраст да ослепее и повече да не види слънцето. Търк(20г)- ослепителен млад мъж с катранено черна коса и кафяви орбити. Семейството му почина когато той бе на 5. От тогава живее на улицата . Когато навърши 13 започна да работи като градинар в богаташките квартали. Една среща. Един сблъсък. Две съдби с ужасна участ.

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Adam and Ronan talk about how their relationship will go moving forward.

⚠SPOILERS FOR THE ASCENDANCE SERIES PLEASE GO READ IT ITS VERY GOOD. ⚠ Takes place a couple years after the Shadow Throne . Jaron and his friends decide to take a calm hike in the woods. The calm aspect of the hike was washed away when a squirrel lures Fink away, causing everyone else to have a slight misadventure. ______________________ I own none of the characters, they are all owned by Jennifer A. Nielson

Mott sat to my right from where he observed the scene around us. Finally, he looked at me and furrowed his brows. "I found the letter you wrote me and a gift in my room this morning. Why are we having a picnic today, Jaron?" I grinned. "Can't you tell?" He studied me for a moment, then slowly said. "I certainly can."

(Basically Roden challenged Jaron and they both fall down during their fight. Fink comes in at the wrong moment and misinterprets the whole scenario.) "You're always busy. Fight me Jaron." I raised a brow. "You have an odd way of asking for companionship." A beat passed, then I sighed. "You truly wish to fight?" He grinned, "Afraid to lose?" I glared at him. "I never lose, Roden." I considered him for a moment. After another beat, I added. "Very well. Just, let me get my sword. But if I win, you will stop challenging me for at least a week."

I remained behind in the throne room, seated at the long table pretending to read a report I had already memorised. Across from me, Harlowe stayed seated, his gaze lingering somewhere beyond the high windows, where the light fell pale and winter-thin across the stone. After a moment, he murmured, almost to himself, "The day is near." I glanced up. "What day?" He smiled faintly, the sort of smile that carried memory rather than mirth. "Roden's birthday. It's next week." I stared at him. "His birthday?" The words surprised me as much as the thought. "Roden never told me."