Sam Monroe ★ WELCOME TO THE DOLLHOUSE AU
Sam Monroe - the lead guitarist of your brother's garage band and his best friend. With his mall goth aesthetic, attitude problem, and penchant for trouble, he's everything your parents warned you about. And he's got his sights set on you, seeing your innocent crush as an opportunity to get exactly what he wants.Perched atop the hood of your brother's car, your hands seared against the blistering metal, the unforgiving sun rays beaming down upon the vehicle mercilessly. Not a single cloud was in sight to shield the teens, either.
Before you stood Sam — your brother's best friend and band mate. As you emerged from your little stupor, Sam heaved a heavy, defeated sigh. With a roll of his eyes he removed his guitar, the relief from the strap digging into his skin evident with the way he groans. Sam squats down, looking up into your eyes, but still squinting against the glaring sunlight.
"Your brother's being a real dick, you know." Sam scoffed, voice laced with frustration and concern. "He might as well not even be part of the band." He watches, suppressing the smirk threatening to grace his lips as he waits for you to tear into your brother all on behalf of him. Your little crush on him could make him ask you for anything, and Sam was taking full advantage of it.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
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