Womenofcolour Stories

The night Maelys was born, a storm made a decision for her. A desperate woman, a coerced midwife, and a courtyard where someone died in the rain conspired to place one infant in a palace and erase another from the record entirely. Twenty-two years later, someone has come to unmake it, and she has twenty-two years of righteous fury, a powerful patron, and the specific weapon of a truth that supports multiple stories at once. Raised in the painted corridors and orange-blossom courtyards of Solenir Palace, Maelys knows how to read a room before she enters it, how to wear humor like armor over something more serious underneath, and how to survive in a court that admires her with one hand and doubts her with the other. She has been exceptional here her entire life. She knows what exceptions are for. When the girl she unknowingly replaced arrives with documents, damage, and the kind of righteous anger that is the most dangerous kind because it is not entirely wrong, nothing careful is enough anymore. With a conspiracy threading through the court's most elegant rooms, a bodyguard who has been keeping a report in a locked box for eight years waiting for the right person to receive it, and a crown prince who asks before he touches and is not without fault and is learning the difference between those two facts, Maelys must fight for her name, her life, and the identity she has spent twenty-two years choosing rather than receiving. This is a slow burn interracial historical romance with explicit intimacy, graphic violence, and a world that does not soften its edges for the comfort of anyone in it. It is a story about what is owed and what is chosen, about love as a continuous practice rather than a destination, about darkness that stays and is carried rather than resolved, and about a woman who refuses, repeatedly, in every room that tries to define her, to let anyone else decide who she is. Dark. Tender. Permanent. Earned. ©️ _RelleLebby_ // R. L.

❝THIS IS JUST LIKE BUDAPEST ALL OVER AGAIN.❞ IN WHICH I PROVIDE FEMALE FACECLAIMS FOR YOUR CHARACTERS.

"do you believe in love at first sight?" "not until i saw you." In which two young incredible actors, fall in love at first sight, despite their differences. or In which, I live out my daydream of being in love with Timothée Chalamet, through Alia Bhatt's OC. • social media • irl • • woc/poc • • started on 23 September 2019 • • completed on 02 February 2020 • • UNDER HEAVY EDITING • • #1 in celebrity au on 3 January 2020 • • #3 in women of color on 2 February 2020 •

❝When a fighter starts to love, she creates a war.❞ - cover made by the lovely @averysummers

(ᴬᴰᴶ.) ᵁᴺᶠᴬᴹᴵᴸᴵᴬᴿ, ᴿᴬᴿᴱ, ˢᵀᴿᴬᴺᴳᴱ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᵞᴱᵀ ᴹᴬᴿᵛᴱᴸᴼᵁˢ

"someone tell sebastian stan that if he wants a wife, i'm totally up for it." "i'll see you tomorrow at the chapel then, wifey." In which the Romanian-born actor falls in love with the Korean-born actress. or In which, I live out my daydream of being in love with Sebastian Stan, through Arden Cho's OC. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 • social media • irl • • woc/poc • • started on 07 January 2020 • • 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 • • #1 in the celebrityau tag on 28 February 2020 •

POC: People of Colour giving you the perfect face claims you need. not just your usual holland roden, phoebe tonkin, or crystal reed. [REQUESTS OPEN FOR FICS] All Rights Reserved [@minnowhale]

Working as as a detective isn't hard, risking your life and freedom as a citizen is. -- Marsha McQueen is given the case of criminal Chandler Le. He was supposed to be convicted of murder - but a wrongful lusting night with the two sends Marsha head over heels. Thinking this crazy man will give her the love she's always desired, she stated that he's innocent when he's not - and now neither is she. Would you become a murderer to love another murderer?

women of color celebrities whom i've personally picked who'll fit perfectly for your stories. xox, [y.a]

Clover is a person with a hard outer shell. No one has ever gotten through to their warmer side, in fact no people aren't even sure they have a warmer side. Callie, however, is a sweet, loving girl. One thing they have in common is they were both put in a twisted government program. In this program they are forced to watch their closest friends die to become assassins under the control of CIA. They find comfort in each other but they both know the end is inevitable. One of them will have to kill the other. Updates every Sunday by 12:00am

WARNING: CONTAINING AMOUNTS OF SASS PREVIOUSLY UNKNOWN TO MANKIND In the city of NYC--- Ok. Hold up. First of all, New York City. What, are ya gonna assume everyone here knows what NYC is? Anyway, this is about two people. I can almost hear you rolling your eyes. Another cliché teen fiction with a bad boy and a good girl? Nope. This is about superheroes. I can still hear you rolling your eyes. Superheroes. Like in comic books? Like people with super speed and mutant powers? Yes. But this isn't about the fight they have. More about the lives they lead without the masks. But just keep in mind, people who live in the world have all different skin colours. Do not assume my characters are of one unless I state them explicitly. and diversity is welcome here in my novel! Anyhow, back to the story. Ever wonder where supervillains go after their fight with the hero? What about the other side of the story? It's not like they sit in their lair cackling all day and planning how to kidnap reporters. What about the lives they lead? And instead of just focusing on that, what if the superhero and the supervillain knew each other? I mean, can they see behind the mask? No, so their identities are secret. So what if the hero and villain were best friends? What if they were roommates? What if they were falling for each other? And what happens when they find out? Now, I assume you know all of these questions will be answered in this book. But hold on. It's going to take a while. You're in for a bumpy ride. And if any of you got any of the references in this description, give yourself a pat on the back. That is a beautiful thing. And if you can name all the references in this book, you truly are a gift to mankind. Fangirl out.

It has been nineteen years since the fall of the Night Kingdom, sixteen since Princess Astnorden bent her knee to the queen who destroyed her parents and devastated her people. And every day of compliance only fuels her thirst for revenge. Now, civil war looms on the horizon. Escaped slaves, faceless assassins, and warrior maidens stir restlessly in the shadows of the queen's fragile realm, while ancient demons and newborn dragons open their eyes for the first time in centuries. In the midst of the chaos, Astna finally has the chance to destroy those who dared to disgrace her...but there are many who would smother her whispers of mutiny before they swell into a roar. ~ 1st Place Fantasy Novel of the Monthly Awards 1st Place Best Opening of the Lunar Awards ~ Cover by @solacing.

Hi guys it's the Sunflower Child.

𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 | in which a girl named for light falls for a boy named for the stars, even if she's not allowed to. [sirius black x fem!oc] [fifth year - first wizarding war] [ extended summary in introduction ] [BOOK ONE OF THE roshani (रोशनी) SERIES] 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | ©incandxscent

~Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. -Elie Wiesel ~Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are. - Benjamin Franklin One black girl's opinion of political and social issues in America. Feel free to vote and leave comment (please keep everything respectful though). Constructive criticism is always accepted. ALL WORK IS FROM 2018 AND HAS NOT BEEN EDITED OR CHANGED.

An young couple prepares to spend Thanksgiving with one side of the family. It is here secrets are exposed and lives destroyed.

As soon as we walked into her office, we could smell her high priced perfume, with the tinted red lipstick and the clicking of her heels as she was walking over to hand my mom an application. From the strong glare of her gold watch, we sat there still as glaciers, while this woman integrated my mom with questions like "Do you speak and write English? Are you married, do you have children, do you have a vehicle?" As my mom nodded with a lowered head, "Yes." As soon as the appointment was over, I let out a big sigh of relief, and I knew that we had passed the test. Then she asked, "Do you have any questions?" That felt like my checkpoint to ask what's been bothering me so much. "Why are we poor?" I asked. She responded, "Because you're Mexican, poor, and can't speak English." Read more here: https://soyxingona.com/xicana-activist-politics/issues/national/women-of-color-disportionately-underserved/

We watched them take him away...