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[FIC] Undeniable Flame (BnHA, TodoMomo) - Ch 1-5, Rated T

Complete fic. My last contribution to the @tdmm-minibang event. And I was spoiled with such gorgeous art by @tomo-bon! (Thank you, Tomo!)

Our favorite Class 1A students, as 3rd years, are putting on the romantic event of their HS lives! Everyone is pairing up, but Momo’s been so busy planning the event, she hasn’t been able to do more than, well, pine for a date.

High school romance. Boys’ shenanigans! Girls gossiping + talking about their crushes.

Bakugou & Shouto are best friends.

Bakugou: We are not. I can’t stand that loser! And Deku, you’re just as bad!

Deku: B-but, Kacchan, I was only trying to help!

(There’s some angst thrown in with the shenanigans and romance).

I hope you’ll enjoy it!

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE MINI-BANG! (Mod! Writers, artists, and readers!) ❤️❤️❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37446238/chapters/93450805

So last night I tumblr’d wrong. Someone had asked me about recommendations for teen romances. This is my answer..

I haven’t read too many young adult books lately. Usually if I am looking for a romance, I pick adult romance. When I pick a ya up, I am looking for an adventure, supernatural, which usually has romance but is not the whole of the book. I did look back on past ya books that I loved that had romance and this is what I came up with:

° Starcrossed trilogy by Josephine Angelini.
3.5 books in series.

° Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt

° The Mediator Series by Meg Cabot
6 + sequeal

° The Arcana Chronicles by Kresley Cole
4.5 and still going

° Precious Stone trilogy by Kerstin Gier

° The Tiger Saga by Colleen Houck
4 books

° Splintered by A.G. Howard
3.5 books

° Shadow Falls by CC Hunter
5 + sequeals

° Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause

° The Remnant Chronicles by Mary E. Pearson

° An Ember In The Ashes by Sabaa Tahir
2 + on going

° Song Of The Lioness by Tamora Pierce
4 + sequeal with daughter

If anyone else has any suggestions please share

hey where’s the cute guys with no taste in girls at

I’m tried of walking and feeling a shamed

I’m tried of whipping your kisses of me

I’m tried of rinsing my mouth out after we meet

I’m tried of fixing my clothes to make sure people don’t suspect anything

I’m tried of fixing my hair so I don’t look like a mess

I’m tried of when you ask me to hang out it’s really just to get in my pants

I’m tried of guys using me, making me feel special for alittle time just to get me in bed

I’m tried of Fuckboys and assholes even when they say they aren’t

I’m tired of getting hurt. I want someone to turley want me. Not for a short time. Not for the night. I want them to want me.

fuck your cars, mind on mars

drugs and guitars, i’m a real rockstar

“Let me guide you to a place where no one hurts you. You are safe here with me.”

— Lil Peep, “Teen Romance”

storytellerdorian:

i did maybe have to pause heartstopper to cry when they had their first kiss bc as a lesbian who only realised she was a lesbian at almost 23 the fact I will never get to experience teen romance is obscenely unfair to me

THE HEARTBREAK PRINCESS » CHAPTER ONE

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Lorelai smacked into the royal blue matts, the cushions within them doing little to nothing to soften her fall. She huffed, her abdomen aching from the aftermath of a punch she hadn’t blocked. The sound of her body colliding against the surface echoed throughout her training room of the Kastilyo.

She saw stars, but not from the blow. Instead, her eyes now faced the ceiling, the rose golden stars that adorned the top of the high walls in her view. She groaned as she sat up, rubbing her head comfortingly. Her vision moved itself from the stars and trim of the walls right before they met the ceiling, and could now see her own tousled state in the mirror in front of her. The wall parallel to the door was one giant mirror, adorned with the same opulent design as the top of the walls.

The Kastilyo was what the Kingdom of Estrelya called their castle. The original designers had been careful and thorough when creating the five story building fit for royals.

Amira stood in front of her, moving on the balls of her feet swiftly, maintaining her stance with her fists protectively placed in front of her chin. She watched as the princess leaned back onto the mat, letting her dark brown hair bunch up just above her shoulders as she laid there silently.

“Giving up already?” Amira questioned, dropping her stance when she got no response.

Instead, all she heard was heavy breathing as Lorelai caught her breath.

Amira stood there with her hands on her hips. “You’re the one who asked for sparring sessions, Lor.”

Lorelai let out a groan, pulling herself to sit up. She moved her hair out of her face, practically slicking it back from her sweat-stained forehead. She looked up at the royal guard in front of her, looking posed.

It was a year ago that Amira had made it to the official ranks, setting the record for the Kingdom of Estrelya ’s youngest member of the Royal Guard. Standing at a heaping five-foot-one, she wasn’t that much shorter than the princess laying in front of her.

Despite being a mere nineteen years old, she was acknowledged as one of the strongest guards in the kingdom. She had begun her apprenticeship at the age of fifteen, skipped the status of Official Guard, and went straight to Royal Guard at the age of eighteen. It wasn’t long before she scaled the ranks once again, entering a special assignment as the Princess’ personal guard and attendant.

Now, she was practically beating up the princess she swore to protect—all with good intentions, though. Lorelai had requested private sparring sessions with Amira.

Amira turned to grab a water bottle from its spot near the mirror. As she stood up facing the mirror, she fixed her silken maroon hijab that was on her head.

Lorelai sat there, wondering how Amira managed to look flawless after a sparring match whilst her own hair was frizzy and untamed. Instead of answering Amira’s question, she let out the one thing that had been on her mind the entire time they spared.

“I think Mom’s still upset with me,” Lorelai sighed, huffing breaths in and out.

“What for?” Amira asked her, turning around and taking a seat across from Lorelai on the mats.

“She had Taylor introduce me to a few more suitable candidates,” the words fell off her lips mockingly, mimicking the posh accent the Royal Secretary had when she spoke. “And in person this time! I told them all it was nice to meet them, but I wasn’t interested.”

Amira chuckled.

“You know she’s not going to give up trying to introduce you to a nice boy,” Amira sighed. “Might as well humor her, let just onecourt you before rejecting them.”

“Why get their hopes up?”

Amira bit her lip and gave her a defeated look, knowing that Lorelai had a point there. She pressed on the floor and stood up. “I’m gonna go shower if you’re done for the day. Princess Daniella and Princess Kavina are supposed to be arriving today.”

Lorelai gave her two thumbs up before allowing her body to fall backwards once again. Amira chuckled as she walked out of the room. Lorelai stared at the ceiling of the training room, attempting to catch her breath as she contemplated her ancestry.

“That’s a good idea,” Lorelai whispered to herself, pushing herself off from the ground yet again. “If I stay in all of this sweat, my eczema is gonna scream at me for it later.”

Not to mention my friends are arriving soon.

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Lorelai glanced at herself in the full body mirror that hung from her walls, not flat against it as her room was built in a circle, with a cone roof. She believed her tower-like room might have been one of the few things that made her feel like those damsel in distress princesses from a fairytale—the way it felt like she was in some tower. Only she wasn’t the one who was locked away, kept hidden from the outside world. No, not her. She swayed side to side, fumbling with the satin material of her brown sundress.

The loud sound she heard next was one she found hard to describe. It wasn’t as if the word “shimmer” made a sound, but it was the only adjective that clouded her mind when she heard it. A loud, echoing, shimmer that would ring throughout the Kastilyo.

The sound of the Estrelya Portal Dock being in use. There were six Royal Portal Docks in their land—one in each of the six kingdoms. To use, however, the receiving portal would have to have its Master Key inserted and turned to the correct number on the portal’s dial that corresponded with the portal that was dispatching.

The Estrelya Portal Dock was 1.

Royal Portal Docks weren’t the only form of Portal Docks that existed. Smaller versions of them existed that could only be used for small distances within kingdoms, able to move from city to city, or from different neighborhoods. Because of its short range, they didn’t need a Master Key to operate.

Excitedly, she skipped over to one of her many windows, pulling back its heavy curtains to look up at the bright azure sky. Her bedroom, thanks to its tower-like structure and position on the fifth and final floor, gave her a 360-degree view of the Kastilyo’s surroundings. A faint pink light shot up into the sky from just past the gardens in the back of the Kastilyo—another indicator that the portal’s Master Key had been inserted.

She ran out of her room quickly, breaking out into a slow jog. She descended the small spiral set of steps that had led up to her bedroom door, but she paused at the last step. There, at the end of the royal quarter’s hallway right before her bedroom hung a large portrait that was just a bit bigger than a door.

Her eyes scanned over the painted portrait. They roamed over a familiar pair of golden eyes that was so evidently not those of a human’s. The man, if they could really call him that, had sharp and long pupils that could only resemble a cat. Despite his young facial features, he had long, white hair, and he was standing straight up with a beaming smile on his face. He was in front of the Kastilyo, it’s exterior unmistakable. He was clad in a black robe with rose gold hems, signature to Estrelya. That painting had been in the castle for eons, a reminder of the era when magic still roamed the land. The Mage of Estrelya, as history would come to know him, a hero in history books that became more of a folklore than anything else. It was hard to believe in something people couldn’t see. But for her, staring at the portrait made Lorelai feel a deep sense of connection, as if there was some personal bond between her and the one depicted

Despite being talked about in books and in school, aspects of him became more of a folklore. People found it hard to believe in the things he had done. It was hard to believe in something that one couldn’t see—but the Portal Docks were standing proof that magic once roamed. The last remnant of it. The sole reminder.

There was no longer street entertainment from Mages filling up festivals and events, there was no more barrier surrounding castles, there were no longer magical potions to help with ailments and surgeries. There was no Mages helping with military efforts, helping with construction—there were no Mages. All because of built up prejudice and a mindset that they had an unfair advantage in life. All because some man in power liked being the one to hold it.

She walked towards it, clenching her fists tight, feeling a slight pain in her palm as her long nails dug into them. She stopped right in front of it, letting her fingers trail down the carved wooden frame around the canvas portrait.

Do I have time to go and… she wondered.

“Lorelai.”

Snapping her head around, her entire body turned to face the voice. Amira stood at the end of the hallway in a new outfit from the one she wore during training. She wore the uniform of a Royal Guard in the royal colors of the Kingdom of Estrelya: black and rose gold, with an embroidered rose gold star on the biceps of her long sleeves. The star on her biceps had twelve points with a frilly design, six of the points pointed straight and six curved in a wave matter, and it was known as the royal symbol, or the Estrelya Star.

The broach that fastened the top of her shirt signified her ranking by what kind of star she had.

There were four guard rankings at the Kastilyo. A three pointed star symbolized an apprentice. A five pointed star was an official guard. A ten pointed star, similar to the royal symbol but with straight points, five longer and five smaller meant it was a member of the Royal Guard. Almost the same as the star for the Royal Guard, Special Assignment Royal Guards had one small adjustment in their broaches: a sword would pierce through the star.

Amira proudly wore the highest of the stars on her broach.

The hijab upon her head was black with rose gold trimmings as well, everything about her outfit screaming professional and elite. Amira looked badass in her uniform, and Lorelai was never quite able to get over how in awe she always was with her.

She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and said, “Callen’s arriving.”

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They walked briskly down the Glass Corridor, which was located at the very end of the west wing of the Kastilyo’s second floor. It stretched from both ends of the front and back of the Kastilyo. Since it jutted out further than the main walls of the house, it had a small ceiling that was also made of glass.

From the Glass Corridor, Lorelai was able to see the Estrelya Portal Dock. It was built large enough to look like a door to nowhere when it wasn’t on. Painted black with rose gold hems and frills, it also had a small ottoman sized control panel right next to it. On that panel was a circle dial that ranged from numbers 2-6 with a slot in the middle of the golden Master Key. Now that the key was inserted, the portal no longer looked like a door to nowhere. Instead, a pink glow formed inside of its empty space and shot up into the sky, fading the further up it went. The entire dock was on a white circular platform that had five small steps leading up to it.

Getting to the courtyard, the two briskly walked from the courtyard, out to the garden, around the side of the castle towards the Portal Dock. Lorelai couldn’t help but notice how official everything felt—and yet there she was, in a simple brown sundress.

Guards lined up by the portal, her parents already waiting at the end of the string of guards, her mother’s right hand woman, and a few other members of the royal cabinet. Sakura Icis, the Head of the Royal Guard and Chief Advisor to the Crown, stood at the end of the string of guards, closest to Queen Amor herself.

Queen Amor and King Jeune Bituin were clad in royal attire. Queen Amor in a rose gold dress with black lace and flourished hemlines, her crown sitting upon her curled black hair. King Jeune in a black long sleeve shirt and slacks with a rose gold tailcoat over the ensemble, his own crown upon his gelled back black hair.

Gorgeous and poised, like always, Lorelai believed. She saw the way the sunlight hit her parents’ crowns, the reflection almost blinding. The King and Queen were truly breathtaking in every way to Lorelai.

As Lorelai looked around at those who had gathered, she realized she was the only one not formally dressed. She tried to reassure herself that there was no reason to have gotten all dolled up just to greet her childhood friends at the portal, but there was no mistaking that she stood out like a sore thumb.

A few aides materialized first, carrying suitcases with the Kingdom of Callen’s royal emblem on them: a pastel purple colored outline of a mountain with what is meant to be a laelia orchid growing on top of it. The mountain represented the Callen Mountain, which their castle was built upon. The entire emblem was encircled in a thin, pastel purple line.

The first of the royal family to materialize out of the portal was Princess Daniella Laelia. The smile on Lorelai’s face widened, as did her eyes, as she looked at the princess. Daniella had been one of her best friends all her life, but standing before her, Daniella looked almost completely different.

Her typically long blonde hair was now colored a dark blue. Her attire made Lorelai feel less out of place, as she was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, obviously not caring much for appearances. All she had to do was walk through a door, for crying out loud.

She threw up a peace sign with her fingers upon seeing Lorelai, making her way down the stairway to embrace her friend.

“Oh, my! Your hair!” exclaimed Lorelai, reaching to touch it. As she moved it, she realized she also had an undercut. “Damn! Your hair!”

Daniella laughed, motioning to the portal with her head as she said, “They’re not exactly happy about it since it’s ‘right before the Ball,’ but I really couldn’t care less.”

The Three Queens’ Ball, an event held once every decade in honor of the alliance formed between Estrelya , Callen, and Chandrama, signed into place by three queens eons ago: Minorin of Estrelya, Azalea of Callen, and Riya of Chandrama.

It was the Kingdom of Estrelya’s turn to host it at the Kastilyo, though the other two kingdoms were planned to arrive early enough to help with the arrangements.

The princesses and prince had been small children during the last time the Ball occurred; though, the only thing that seven year old Lorelai really remembered from the event was that it was long, loud, there was lots of food, and lots of traffic in the capital city.

The Ball itself was a national holiday in all three Kingdoms. For those who were able to make the journey to the host kingdom were able to attend, admittance free to all of their citizens. Local business owners were even able to request petitions to open booths along the passageway leading to the castles. The Ball always left the castle cities bustling with tourists, traffic filled streets, and every form of lodging fully booked. Despite the actual ball only being a day event, the month before and after was full of celebration. Those who traveled far made vacations out of the Holiday, so the castle cities stayed busy for quite some time.

Daniella linked an arm around Lorelai’s, and turned to face the portal, watching as everyone else came out.

Out came Queen Adalaide and King Barry Laelia, walking down the steps hand in hand, King Barry slightly ahead of Queen Adalaide, helping her on their way down. Like Lorelai’s parents, they were clad in their royal outfits, almost identical to Amor and Jeune’s, but instead, in the lavender and silver of their own kingdoms.

Like her daughter—or at least until yesterday— Queen Adalaide had light blonde hair, while her husband’s was a dark brown; it could be mistaken for black depending on the lighting. Standing next to each other, they looked as if they were day and night.

Lorelai couldn’t help but think about how beautiful they were together.

The guards in the line had bowed down their heads for them as they walked over, and Amor stepped forward with a smile, arms open to embrace Adalaide. King Barry and Lorelai’s own father stood off to the side with one another, pleasant smiles on their faces as they spoke in soft tones together.

“Thanks for the help, Dani,” grumbled a voice from the top of the dock.

Attentions moved to the last person to exit the portal—the crowned prince himself, Elijah Laelia. He was a stark contrast to his baby sister in the same way their father contrasted their mother. His hair was short and black with onyx eyes, which put him aside from his sister and parents who all bore grey-blue ones.

The only similarity between the two siblings was their complexions: both of a light, warm beige. They didn’t look like one another around the face, either. Elijah had inherited their father’s high cheekbones with a rounded face, while Daniella’s was more sculpted like their mother’s.

He was clad in a black button up shirt with lavender buttons, unbuttoned to reveal a silver silky undershirt. His family’s symbol was embroidered on the pocket over his right chest.

It didn’t go unnoticed to Lorelai that Elijah tended to tie in his kingdom’s royal colors into all of his outfits even when he wasn’t dressed up, from the silver to the lavender in his attire, to the embroidery on his pocket. It was so very formal of him for a nineteen year old.

Lorelai almost never wore her family’s royal colors outside of official events and meetings, despite how much she liked the colors black and rose gold together. Nor did she have the Kingdom of Estrelya’s rose gold star embroidered on any of her casual clothes.

But she knew that in Elijah’s defense, not that she would ever come to his defense, that this was just an example of how he oftentimes tried too hard to appear to be a perfect prince.

Elijah was carrying a few bags left behind by the aides when they descended the steps. The way he was glaring at his sister, one could only presume it was her bags.

“What a gentleman,” Daniella teased him, staying stuck in her spot as Elijah wobbled down the stairs and across the path towards them. “Thanks, Eli.”

He put them down with a huff and rolled his eyes. He merely nodded his head in Lorelai’s direction, and the Princess responded in the same manner. Without exchanging any words with one another, Elijah’s attention refocused on the two kings, making his way from the Princesses towards their fathers.

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The arrival of the royals from the Kingdom of Chandrama happened only a few moments after Callen’s. Their arrival was almost identical, with the only difference being the emblem on their suitcases. It showcased a golden full moon, which had white craters worked into its design, and a frilly letter C in the middle in white.

Lorelai and Amira had been ordered by Queen Amor to go to the kitchen and see if the meals being prepared were ready, and to meet in the garden for lunch. Lorelai had been disappointed that she had to miss the arrival of the crowned princess of Chandrama, and the last member of her Princess Trio: Kavina Chandra.

“The meal?” Prim Keirnan glanced behind herself. The Royal Chef, with her unruly red hair that was up attempting to stay in its hairnet, stopped paying attention to the steak she was searing in front of her. “I already had it sent to the garden dining table, love!”

“Oh, alright, thank you!” Lorelai smiled, turning abruptly on her heels, Amira in tow.

She glanced down at her dress and back to Amira’s guard attire, a frown forming on her lips.

“Amira,” Lorelai called, snapping her head in her guard’s direction.

“Lorelai?” she responded, raising an eyebrow up at her.

“Am I underdressed?” Lorelai questioned, grabbing fistfulls of her dress and then letting it fall back down into place.

“As the crown princess of Estrelya greeting two allied kingdoms? Yes,” nodded Amira, and Lorelai cringed. Then, she added, “But as a teenage girl waiting for her friends to come over? Nah.” There was a small pause, in which Lorelai smiled at the response. “If only you could be a mere teenage girl.”

Lorelai frowned again and used her elbow to softly nudge Amira, sticking her tongue out at her.

The two of them made their way to the second floor of the Kastilyo, well on their way to the exit out to the courtyard and garden. Their strides were quick paced, the clicks of their shoes echoing against whatever fancy material the Kastilyo floors were made of.

The two made it to the top of the staircase, reentering the Glass Corridor section of the large castle.

“Hey, Heartbreak Princess! Amira!”

The voice came from the other end of the Glass Corridor, and the two of them halted. They stared at the newcomer, waiting for them as they approached.

Actually, Amira stared at them, but Lorelai shot an icy glare in their direction, crossing her arms over her chest at the sound of a nickname that she found ridiculous. She wasn’t a heartbreaker.

Amira bowed her head in respect, and Lorelai tore her attention away.

“Prince,” Amira greeted, pulling her head back up.

“Elijah,” Lorelai acknowledged him, but she didn’t turn her head back in his direction.

Elijah looked away as well, and a stagnant silence fell over them.

Amira glanced between the two of them, letting out an undetectable sigh when she realized the two of them rather stare than say something.

“Heading to the garden, Prince Elijah?” Amira questioned him.

“Yes, ma'am,” he responded with a nod.

“Good, you can accompany us,” Amira said with a smirk, ignoring the glare Lorelai was shooting her. “Chef Prim said the food was already brought out.”

“Wonderful,” Elijah said politely.

The three of them resumed their walk, exiting the Glass Corridor and entering the same hallway that connected to the grand entrance and the entrance to the courtyard. They were met with the romantic architecture of the Kastilyo, with rose gold curtains and long, frilly windows with white gold trims, a white paint coating the interior. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling every few feet.

Outside of the grand entrance, which had been left open with guards standing on both sides, inside and outside, they could hear murmuring and see the flashing flight of cameras. Lorelai glanced at Elijah, who already had his eyes on her.

“Should we?” he asked, turning his head towards the door, as if to point at it.

She wasn’t surprised with the change in atmosphere. She oftentimes let Elijah’s attitude towards her dictate the attitude she would give back. He had his moments where he acted like one of her closest friends, but there were other days where he hardly even looked in her direction. She willing danced to his beat, though, deciding just going with it was easier than questioning why he did the things he did.

Like why did he insist of dressing the way he did? Why did he insist on talking so proper even if they were in a casual setting? Why did he insist on never dropping his guard?

“Might as well,” she shrugged, a small smile on her face as she spoke.

Amira watched from behind as the prince and princess stepped into the opening of the Kastilyo’s door, and just like that, the voices intensified into enthusiastic shouts.

There was a small group, likely tourists, standing outside of the gates, more guards stationed in front to keep people from attempting to enter or scale the fences. Still, there were people who liked to take photos in front of the Kastilyo, and others who kept up with the royal news and knew that the Callen and Chandrama royalty would be teleporting in. Most of them had probably seen the pink lights anyways.

Despite being behind a gate that was at the end of a path, they could make out the faces of the prince and princess.

As they were taught to, the pair stepped a few steps past the entrance and onto the entry steps, their best smiles plastered on their faces. Elijah bowed while Lorelai curtsied, the two of them waving before retreating back into the Kastilyo. The crowd cheered as they snapped photos of the two royals.

“We’ll be getting more of that than usual this month,” Elijah stated, smoothing out his shirt as they walked further through the main hallway, making a right at the entryway that led to the courtyard.

“Ah yes, your fangirls will be lined up outside the walls of my house like they always do during your visits,” Lorelai teased him, falling out of her standoffish attitude from the staircase and right into her playful banner.

“At least I’m not breaking hearts left and right, hm, Heartbreak Princess?”

There was the nickname again. Elijah had given it to her when she was fifteen and he was seventeen after witnessing her reject the son of some aristocrat who had found themselves invited to Daniella’s fifteenth birthday party over in Callen.

“Oh please, no one should be heartbroken over me not being interested.”

“You’d be surprised,” Elijah muttered in a whisper.

Lorelai snapped her head in his direction, sure he had said something but hadn’t caught it.

Louder, he added, “You know how many girls in the kingdom would kill to be in your position, Lor?” Lor? “Constantly getting asked on dates by cute men—”

“If you think they’re so cute, why don’t you ask them out, Prince?” Amira cut him off, her tone monotonous even if she was poking fun at him.

Lorelai’s hand went up to her mouth in an attempt to stifle a laugh, but she failed miserably. Elijah’s cheeks heated up as he glared over at the guard, but he couldn’t get mad at her. He, like the princesses, had formed a friendship with Amira over her years of employment at the castle, especially since the two of them were the same age.

“Back to what I was saying,” Elijah grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, choosing to ignore Amira’s comment. “You get asked out all the time, andyou get to hang out with me. You’re living the dream life for most girls in our kingdoms.”

Amira scoffed out a laugh before covering her mouth, better than the Princess at silencing her humor. Lorelai just looked at him as if he said the most ridiculous thing ever, her mouth ajar but lips curled up in a smile.

“You’re unbelievable!” Lorelai chuckled, shaking her head. “Most girls in our kingdoms may have a little crush on you, but your ego is why you’re single.”

“Or because I choose to be.”

“Oh, so you’re lecturing meabout rejecting people, yet claim to be rejecting most girls in our kingdoms?” she mocked him, using air quotes about the words he spoke. “Are you sure you’re not the Heartbreak Prince?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s what I thought.”

They made it across the courtyard towards the entrance to the gardens. Tropical plants entered their view, and the sound of a miniature waterfall pouring water into a small pond somewhere thin the greenery could be heard from all around.

Their banter ended as they got to the dining tables that were out in the garden. Enough tables and chairs were set up to seat not only the royal families, but their attendants that had arrived, and Estrelya ’s royal cabinet as well. Upon the tables were white table clothes and trays of appetizers, made for a nice light lunch. Kavina was sitting with Daniella at a table with three seats available.

Lorelai squealed at the sight of her friend—and mentally sighed in relief when she saw that even Kavina hadn’t dressed up, wearing a dark green shirt that complimented her darker complexion and ripped loose jeans, her wavy hair up in a bun. She ran over, hugging the other princess.

Amira and Elijah looked at each other at the sight in front of them before shaking their heads and heading over to take the other two free seats. Lorelai couldn’t help but smile, excited for the planning and preparing for the Ball that would be approaching, and for the time she’d be able to spend as a mere teenage girl with her friends.

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A/N: welcome to book one of the original series I’ve been working on for the past year! I currently have 10 of the chapters written, but I want to know your guys’ thoughts before bringing in the rest of the chapters I have ready!

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THE HEARTBREAK PRINCESS [ BOOK 1 ] MASTERLIST

the masterlist for my original book, THE HEARTBREAK PRINCESS, which is book 1 in my FOUNDERS’ COUNCIL CHRONICLES

SYNOPSIS

Book one of the FOUNDER’S COUNCIL CHRONICLES, THE HEARTBREAK PRINCESS follows the Kingdom of Estrelya’s crown princess, Lorelai Bituin, and her fellow princes and princesses from the other five kingdoms in the land. Lorelai, who is seventeen, continually rejects her parents’ suggestions to allow someone to court her, and diverts her attention to more important things: like the Three Queens’ Ball honoring the alliance between their kingdom, the Kingdom of Chantara, and the Kingdom of Callen. The ball happens once a decade, and it was Estrelya’s turn to host. Lorelai, alongside the heirs of Callen and Chantara, oversee the arrangements for the ball.

When a surprising RSVP comes in from a less-than-friendly kingdom comes in, tensions arrive at the castle as the future heirs find themselves in the middle of political moves their parents wish to make: the reinstatement of an ancient agreement that had ended back when the Mages were still permitted in the land known as the Founders’ Council.

genre: fantasy; young adult romance

you’ll see some enemies to lovers, found family, childhood best friends to lovers, unrequited love, and just a bunch of monarchy bs

CHAPTERS

ONE

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CLAY’S TURN

The phone chimes.

TRUTH OR DARE?

“What should I choose?” Clay is nervous, they both move to the floor on each side of the phone.

“Your choice.”

10…9…8…

The phone beeps as it counts down.

“Um…” Clay presses on TRUTH.

WHY DID YOU WANT TO TAKE A “BREAK” FROM BRYCE?

Bryce looks up at Clay, who’s starring down blankly at the phone.

“Clay.”

“I know.”

10…9…8…

“You’re running out of time.”

“ I know!”

7…6…5…4…

I’LL KNOW IF YOU LIE

The phone starts beeping louder.

“I needed a break because I think I’m falling in love with Bryce and I believe if the secret gets out it will all end and he will leave me. I thought if we just stayed away from each other this whole thing would be over on my terms.” Clay takes a deep breath in and out.

“Clay.” They look at each other.

“Yeah.” Clay feels embarrassed and ready to run out of the room.

BRYCE’S TURN

The phone chimes, interrupting Bryce.

DARE

“What?” Bryce and Clay both say at once.

“That’s not fair!” Clay looks around as if the person is in the room.

“It’s because you choose Truth. The second person gets the leftover.” Bryce is content and just ready to get this done with.

“It’s still not fair.”

“I know. But I’m a big boy, I can handle this.”

GRAB SOMETHING WITHIN ARM’S LENGTH AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS FOR AT LEAST 15 SECONDS. YOU HAVE 2 MINUTES TO COMPLETE.

“Wow.” Clay chimes in, trying not to smile.

Bryce looks around for a second before reaching under his bed and grabbing an empty beer bottle. Clay chuckles a little.

“Haha.” Bryce stands up and pulls his pants down.

He doesn’t waste any time as he takes a deep breath in and starts sliding the tip of the bottle up his ass.

“Fuck!” Bryce shouts as his asshole burns in pain at the dry friction of the bottle.

He pushes it in deep, biting his lip and squeezing the side of his lip. He keeps trying to breathe deep and long breathes as he pushes it in until it won’t go any farther. He closes his eyes and starts counting. But then he feels a hand touch his. He opens his eyes to see Clay close up. He squeezes his hand.

“Time,” Clay says and Bryce slowly pulls it out.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” Bryce throws the bottle in the trash and pulls his pants up slowly. “Just a little pain.” They both go back to their spots.

FAILED!

The phone loudly beeps over and over for a minute.

“What?” Bryce is pissed.

NO HELPING EACH OTHER. ONE STRIKE. TWO MORE AND SOMEONE GETS A PUNISHMENT.

“No one said that!” Clay shouts, angry as well.

CLAY’S TURN

Phone chimes again.

TRUTH OR DARE?

“Choose truth.” Bryce says.

“No! I’m not letting you take another dare.”

“I can handle another dare. I don’t want you to deal with that.”

“I can handle more than you think.”

“I know, but…”

“We do this 50/50 or not at all.” Clay presses DARE.

TAKE 4 DOSES ON LAXATIVE. YOU HAVE 10 MINUTES TO DO SO.

“ Laxatives?” Clay looks up to Bryce.

“My mom may have some in her bathroom.” They both stand up, Clay grabbing the phone, before leaving the room.

“This isn’t too bad, right?” Clay asks. “I’ll only be on the toilet all night, then it’s over.”

“Yeah.” Bryce starts looking through drawers. “Here!” Bryce finds a box and starts grabbing some pills. “Here… four doses.” He hands the pills over and a glass of water.

“Thanks. Wish me luck.” He takes the pills down.

The phone chimes.

BRYCE’S TURN

The take a seat on the floor in the bathroom, knowing they will need it soon.

TRUTH

TELL CLAY YOUR DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET

“Well…” Clay runs his hands through his hair.

“It’s okay.” Clay puts his hand on Bryce’s leg.

10…9…8…

“When I was five I was staying with my uncle for a sleepover on his boat. He told me about a game. A game where I had to get naked. He…”

“Bryce…” Clay is worried.

5…4…

“He made me suck on his penis and let him out it… in me.” The timer stops.

“Oh Bryce…” Clay starts to move forward.

“No.” Bryce stops him and sits back. “Let’s just move on.”

CLAY’S TURN

The phone dings again.

TRUTH OR DARE?

“I guess it’s Truth this time.” Clay looks to Bryce, who’s just looking down at the floor.

He presses the TRUTHbutton.

TELL BRYCE ONE THING YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE BEFORE

“Okay…” Clay thinks for a second.

10…9…8…

“I’ve always had the fantasy of attacking and raping a man.”

7…6…5…

“I guess it’s because I want to feel like I’ve got some power.”

4…3…2…

“Um…”

1…

The phone starts to beep loudly.

FAILED!

“What? But I’ve never told anyone that before!” Clay is freaking out.

“I guess it’s not what they wanted to hear.” Bryce finally looks up to Clay.

NEXT FAILURE MEANS A PUNISHMENT

BRYCE’S TURN

“Time for another dare.” Bryce seems quiet and not exactly there.

DARE

“It’s okay. We can get through this.” Clay goes to grab Bryce’s hand, but he pulls it back.

FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS, WHEN CLAY HAS TO POOP… YOU’LL BE HIS TOILET AND TOILET PAPER

“Fuck!” Bryce shouts.

“Oh shit!” Clay looks up to Bryce and they both begin to laugh.

“This is crazy.” They can’t stop laughing.

“This is going to be a long night… I am full of shit.” That makes Bryce laugh even harder.

“This is truly insane! Nuts! Bananas!”
“Bananas actually make me poop.” They both laugh.

The phone begins to chime again. They both look down at it.

THE GAME IS OVER… IF YOU PASS THE LAST DARE…

“Well… I guess we wait…” They sit back.

30 MINUTES PASS

“It’s coming!” Clay breaks the silence and jumps to his feet.

“Okay. Okay. Okay.” Bryce jumps up. “To the shower!” Bryce runs over and they walk into the massive shower. “That way it will be easier to clean.”

“No more talking. It’s coming.” Clay takes his pants off.

Bryce goes to his knees and opens his mouth up wide. Clay leans over and lets Bryce take his weight as he places his hole right on top of Bryce’s mouth.

“Fuck!” Clay shouts as he opens the floodgates and begins to shoot out wet and thick liquidy poop.

Bryce begins to moan, really wanting to back away, but he doesn’t. He stays still and tries to swallow as much as he can as quickly as he can. Clay farts as more poop flies out at full force. Bryce is having trouble breathing and taking it all in, but he keeps reminding himself that if he fails Clay may get a punishment. He doesn’t want that for Clay. He finds himself wanting to vomit. The smell. The Taste. Everything about it makes Bryce’s body twinge and shake.

“Oh…” Clay moans as he feels himself finish. “I’m so sorry.” Clay stands up and turns to Bryce.

Bryce turns to the floors and begins throwing up. He can’t keep any of it in. It all just keeps coming out.

“I’m so sorry.” Clay pats Bryce on the back.

“You still have to…” Bryce wipes his mouth with his arm. “Clean your ass.”

“Oh… yeah…” Clay feels so bad as he turns around and grabs Bryce by the hair.

He quickly begins to wipe his ass with Bryce’s hair. He wipes until he’s completely clean.

“I’m so so sorry.” Clay goes to his knees and next to Bryce. “I’m so sorry.” He can’t stop saying it.

“It’s okay.” Bryce looks up at Clay, his face covered in brown poop.

Bryce then runs his hands through his hair, forgetting what just happened.

“Eww.” Bryce stops and sits down, leaning against the wall.

“Let me turn the water on.” Clay turns around.

“No. There’s no point in cleaning up. You’ll need to poop again every 30 minutes or so for the rest of the night. Just get me a towel.”

“Okay.”

“And some water bottles. You should stay hydrated.” Clay smiles and looks back at Bryce.

“You really do care about me, don’t you?”

“Of course. I would do anything for you.” Clay smiles bigger. “For that smile.” Bryce smiles as Clay turns and leaves the room. “I love you,” Bryce whispers to himself, making sure Clay can’t hear him.

“I love you too.” Clay whispers to himself.

It’s been a week since Bryce and Clay last spoke. Bryce constantly looked at his phone, impatiently waiting for a text. But there never was one.

As Monday morning hits, Bryce has decided it’s time to cut the loss and move on. He’ll get back to normal and forget everything Clay Jensen. He walks into school with a confident demeanor and multiple friends surrounding him, laughing, and smiling like everything is perfect. That is until his eyes catch Clay standing at his locker, with cast and crutches.

“Hey. Gotta handle some project stuff. See ya in class.” He says to his friends.

“Boo! Nerd!” Monty shouts as they continue walking and Bryce stops at Clay.

“Hey.” Bryce feels his confidence shatter, nervous to say anything.

“Hey. Sorry I didn’t text.”

“Oh! No. It’s fine. I didn’t even realize.”

“Oh ok. I was just going to say that my parents took my phone from me ‘cause they wanted me to focus on ‘healing and not on the internet’, as they said. But I guess you don’t care.” Clay closes his locker and starts turning the other direction.

“Hey.” Clay turns back. “I’m sorry.” It physically hurts Bryce to say that. “I was being stupid.” That hurt even more. “I just thought you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“I still haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh… okay… okay.”

“Maybe… just maybe you can drive me home after school today. We do still need to work on our project.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Bryce is getting excited, but quickly calms down and tries to act cool. “I guess that’s fine.”

“You’re weird,” Clay says before turning the other direction. “I’ll meet you out front after school. Don’t make me wait.” Clay walks away with adrenaline rushing through his veins, he feels so confident and cool.

Bryce quickly snaps out of his daze and heads to class.

AFTER SCHOOL

The second Clay steps out of the school doors he sees Bryce in his car waiting. He tries hard not to smile too much, doesn’t want to let Bryce know how happy he is to see him. He gets in the car without either of them saying a word. They drive off. They continue in silence for a while.

“Wanna stop and get some food? Something to drink?” Bryce breaks the silence.

“No. We should just finish the project.”

“Okay. Sounds like a plan.” Bryce has never felt this awkward and uncomfortable, and has no idea why.

They arrive at Clay’s house. Bryce grabs his and Clay’s backpack.

“You don’t need to carry my bag.” Clay remarks as he gets out of the car.

“I know.” They walk into the house.

“Is that you Clay?” Clay’s mom yells from the other room.

“Yeah!” She walks in.

“Oh… hi!”

“Hey.” Bryce is weirdly nervous. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jensen. I’m Bryce”

“Nice to meet you as well Bryce.”

“We have a project we need to work on.” Clay jumps in. “And it’s going to take a while… so we should get started.” Clay heads to the stairs.

“Oh. Yeah. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

“Thank you,” Bryce says as he follows Clay up the stairs.

“That was weird,” Clay comments as they both enter his room and close the door. “What’s wrong with you?” Clay laughs.

“Honestly… I have no idea.” They both laugh together. “I swear. Ever since I saw you this morning I’ve felt so weird.”

“Some people call that being nervous.”

“I don’t get nervous about anything.” Bryce takes a seat on Clay’s bed.

“Really?” Clay sits down next to Bryce on the bed, very close.

“I’m… I’m…” Bryce stammers.

“You’re what?” Clay puts his hand on Bryce’s leg.

“That’s not funny.” Bryce licks his lips.

“It is.” Clay laughs and stands up, moving over to his desk chair.

“Let’s get to work.” Bryce chimes in, opening his backpack.

For the next two hours Bryce and Clay work on their project. They work on it in sync, with only a few times stopping to make intense eye contact.

“You’re smarter than you let on, you know,” Clay says randomly.

“Um… thanks…”

“I mean it in a good way. You always just act like a privileged jock who doesn’t need to be smart. But you are.”

“I feel like I was just complimented and insulted at the same time.”

“You are smart.” They both laugh.

“You’re not as awkward and weird as you let on either.”

“Really?” Clay is intrigued.

“Yeah. You’re actually pretty confident once you open up. And you’re kinda cool.”

“That’s high praise coming from the Bryce Walker.”

“ The Bryce Walker?”

“You know what I mean. You’re the it kid at school. You basically run it.”

“I guess… but it’s not exactly what people think it is.”

“How do you mean?” Clay drops his pencil, getting intrigued.

“Everyone’s always looking at me. They always expect me to be one way. They expect me to do certain things and say certain things. They expect me to be the exact same every day. And some days… some days I want to be different. I want to be someone other than the Bryce Walker.”

“Wow. That’s deep.” They both laugh a little. “But seriously. You can be whoever you want. You shouldn’t care what everyone at school thinks.”

“It’s not just the kids at school. It’s my parents.”

“Screw them.”

“Jensen!” Bryce is shocked by Clay.

“I just mean that…” Clay stops, thinking of what to say. “Think about it this way… When you turn 18 you are officially an adult and can do whatever you want. You’re on your own for the rest of your life. They’re only in charge of you for 18 years of your entire life. And you’ve got a long life to live. Why care about what they think about you? Do you think they care what you think about them?”

“Wow. Very wise Clay Jensen.”

“I try.” They laugh and then right then Bryce moves over and kisses Clay.

They continue kissing for a minute, their lips connecting like puzzle pieces, meant to be connected. Everything in this moment is perfect. Both of them are happy. Both of them are comfortable. Both of them want this to last forever. Then Clay’s bedroom door opens and the two separate as quickly as they possibly can.

“How’s the project going?” Clay’s mom appears.

“Great!” Clay smiles a ridiculously large smile.

“Great.” His mom looks a little confused. “Did you want to stay for dinner Bryce? I’m making lasagna.”

“That would be great. Thank you.”

“Great. Good luck you guys.” She closes the door, leaving.

“Did she see anything?” Clay whispers after hearing his mom walk down the stairs.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh my god!” Clay slams his head down to the desk.

“What happened to not caring what your parents think of you?” Clay looks up at Bryce and they both begin to laugh.

“Don’t make me slap you.” Clay sits up.

“Please do,” Bryce smirks and they both begin to laugh.

BRYCE - Last Night

Bryce hated himself for the rest of the night, though he still let Monty finish the blowjob. Afterward, he kicked Monty out of his room and locked the door. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and started writing. He was venting everything he felt. He wrote every feeling he had. He wrote about how he felt towards Clay, about what happened that night. Opposite of how he normally acts, he wrote down his true feelings and said the complete and utter truth. Then he crumpled the piece of paper in his hands and threw it in the trash. He turned around and punched the wall as hard as he could, breaking the skin on his fist and bleeding into the wall.

CLAY - Last Night

Clay ran out of their like never before. On his way down the stairs, he grabbed a shot from someone’s hand and took it before walking out of the house. He grabbed his bike and started going. Not going anywhere specific, but just going. He can’t believe he fell for it. He fell for Bryce Walker. How could he have believed Bryce had liked him? Bryce was just playing with him and he knew it all along, but couldn’t stop thinking of the small chance it was all real. God, he was stupid! That just kept running through his head. That’s when a bright white light shocked him out of his head and into the fact that a car was right next to him and going right towards him.

BRYCE - This Morning

Bryce wakes up in his living room, on the floor, and his head on the couch. The second the sun hits his eyes, a massive headache bangs through his forehead. He looks around to see Monty, Zach, and Justin lying around him dead asleep. The rest of the living room is a complete shit show. Solo cups are all over the floor and the furniture is moved into weird positions. In front of him, the TV is playing old Looney Toons episodes.

“Up!” Bryce punches Monty and Justin in the leg before getting up.

“Ouch!” Justin winces and opens his eyes.

“Damn!” Monty opens his eyes and sits up on the couch, accidentally kicking Zach in the head.

“Dude!” Zach moves up and pushes Monty’s feet away from him. “Your feet are nasty.” They all start laughing.

“Get up. The parents will be back tonight and this place needs to look ‘better than when they left’.” Zach and Justin get to their feet, but Monty just starts laughing while he looks at his phone.

“What?” Zach looks over to Monty’s phone. “Shit.”

“What?” Justin moves over to look. “Damn.” He chuckles a little.

“What?” Bryce asks as he walks back into the room with trash bags.

“That kid that was here last night… Clay. He apparently got hit by a car down the street. Marcus said he was drunk and riding his bike.” Monty starts texting someone.

“What a doofus.” Justin grabs a trash bag from Bryce. “You okay dude?” Bryce is just staring straight into nothing.

“Bryce…” Zach walks in front of Bryce, snapping him out of it.

“Oh. Yeah. Just waiting for you dumbasses to get up and moving.”

“Damn dude.” Monty gets off the couch.

“So… is he in the hospital?” Bryce whispers.

“Who?” Monty picks up some cups.

“That kid… Clay.”

“Oh. Yeah.” They all continue to clean and Bryce just stands still thinking.

CLAY - This Morning

“Owww.” Clay opens his eyes to bright white lights and a very clean and shiny hospital room.

“Clay!” He hears his mom shout before she appears on top of him and begins hugging him.

“Mom…” Clay moans, his mom backing off.

“Sorry.” Clay sits up. “How do you feel?”

“I’ve got a bit of a headache.” He rubs his neck. “And my neck is sore. And why does my leg hurt so much?” Clay looks down to see a cast on his left leg.

“Sorry hun.”

“Dam…ng…” Clay smiles, trying to hide what he almost said.

“Nice catch.” They both laugh. “The doctors say you’ll need that cast for a month. We’re taking you home in two days. I already called the school and you can go back next week. I’m picking up your homework after work each day, so you still have stuff to do.”

“Great.”

“Your dad is at work and I really need to head to work to, but call me if you need anything.” Clay just smiles. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” His mom leaves and he reaches for his phone.

AFTERNOON

“Clay?” Clay turns from the TV and to his room’s door to see Bryce standing in the doorway.

“Go away.”

“Clay…”

“Go. Away. Now.” Clay turns back to the TV and Bryce turns away.

“No.” Bryce turns back around and walks right into the room, closing the door.”

“Get out of here!” Clay shouts.

“Stop it. I made a mistake. I know that. But it was just that, a mistake. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Trust me, I want nothing more than to not hurt you. I hurt everyone, but I want that to stop. You’re the first person I care to try and stop hurting. So I’m not leaving. I’m not giving up. I’m going to keep trying as hard as I can to get you to trust me.”

“What about Monty? You two a thing?”

“God no!” Bryce begins to laugh. “Monty and I have ‘done’ stuff together since third grade. It only happens three or four times a year, and only when one of us hasn’t had any for a long time. Monty is just going through a dry spell. And he was wasted.”

“Oh…” Clay sits there thinking.

“I want you to believe every word I say and want you to want me around. So please, ask me anything, anything at all.”

“Really?” Clay is intrigued.

“I will sit here all day and night and answer every question you can possibly think of for as long as it takes for you to trust me.”

“Fine.”

“Fire away.”

“Fine… my first question is…”