Seeking solace from her turbulent past, Clara arrives in the town of Everbrook, a place that feels too perfect to be real. Beneath its charm lies a world of hidden emotions, unspoken tensions, and unraveling truths. As Clara navigates the strange energy of the town and its mysterious inhabitants, she begins to feel the pull of threads that connect her to something deeper, something darker. When her connection to Amelia, a local with a mask of her own, intensifies, Clara must confront the haunting echoes of her past and decide if she can truly belong anywhere... or if Everbrook will unravel her completely.

Mia Agrinya and Merida Lykos made a promise to each other to stand by each others side no matter what. But as a new enemy begins to threaten the stability of the pack, the pair have to decide whether staying together would be worth the lives of those around them.

As Merida struggles to grasp her newfound powers, she fears that her magic might lead to more problems than she can handle, and along with the responsibility of protecting the pack while her fathers away, all Merida needs is the strength and comfort of her mate.

When a mysterious stranger bursts into the pack, Mia begins to find it difficult to hold on to her promise with Merida, especially with the tantalizing secret that her life is on the line.

Faced with the darkness that grows more powerful by the day, Mia and Merida will need to decide whether the paths they choose will keep them together or tear them apart.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Heya everyone! I'm pretty sure you can tell but, this is a rewrite of my other story, "Fields of Love" but, there were too many issues to just fix so I decided to scrap it and start again. Side note, the trope is still the same but, I changed the characters...drastically...Basically, I wanted it to have a Haley x Female Farmer from Stardew Valley energy. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this much more than the original :).

Plot

Greta Bulomos was considered an entitled brat. Her parents always gave her what she wanted just so she could stay out of their way. But as she grew older, her parents got sick of her behavior so they sent her to the countryside to learn respect. Unfortunately, they just dropped her off in the middle of nowhere and didn't give her any sense of direction. Maybe this farm girl named Bianca could help her?

Content Warning!!

Mentions of Child neglect, Substance abuse (Drinking, Smoking, etc.), Strong language, minor sexual themes (there's barely any since I hate writing smut lmao),

"The first kiss was in my father's barn. Outside you could smell the aroma of petricor. Your lips rushed against mine, like sunbeams between the cracks of a broken moon, impinging against the solemn Earth; where the clouds, adorned with blue and lightning, shielded us from God's sight.

╰┈➤ ✧.* The place is fictitious so as not to make historical mistakes, based on the 15th and 18th century in Europe.

╰┈┈➤ ✧.* This story is lesbian, contains sexual material and graphic descriptions of violence.

Many way to expressing your deep down feeling to one of your kind of love,

I was one too

"𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅, 𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐍" ⎯⎯⎯ As far as Iseul knows it is going to be a typical school day with her sisters. And it would have been if this day wasn't destined to be the outbreak of the Jonas Virus.

And now she's got to run, like fuck.

"𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑰𝑻 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯! 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲!" all of us are dead fanfiction.

✮ mi-jin x fem! oc ✮ oc x oc

"Old Words, New Stories." That was the name of the book shop I was going to visit. Again. The first time I visited was just by pure chance - it was raining, I was cold, and I like reading so of course, I went inside a book shop to take shelter from the rain.

"Now is the time to go ahead and pursue that love interest!"

A Love Story born from the Internet

I watch the news and I see you. I walk outside and look at the billboards, the displays at the store, the magazines and I see you. Every day, in one place or another, I see you. I went to see your movies just because I wanted to see you.

I sat on the bed, next to her. She was sleeping so quietly, just barely audible breaths. I ran my fingers through her long hair; it glimmered slightly orange in the light of the settings sun. It had been a long day for her, but I had a nap so I didn’t feel tired at all.

Ok, hold up. So how am I - a lesbian - here in the first place to be married to a man I barely know and for certain do not love? And pregnant with his child, no less!