She doesn’t remember much of who she was before the revolution, just snippets - Yves, Chuu, the medallion, a little girl who helped her, and the glittering halls of some place she can’t put a name on. Anastasia AU.

She coughs up petals - beautiful pieces of calla lilies tinted with blood -, and looks into the mirror.

People, Jungeun found out, were a lot like what they ordered at the coffee shop.

The job at the roller skating rink paid well and was stylish, and it’s why Viian went after it.

Sooyoung, through the ages.

Jinsol bit the apple.

Haseul escapes one marriage to find herself in another. A Corpse Bride-ish AU.

haseul is sleeping in the backseat, covered by kahei’s green wool sweater. kahei herself is driving, drinking her increasingly cold coffee to keep herself awake, the lights of the ever occasional passing car in the night hurting her eyes accustomed to the darkness. the radio is muttering a soft song, almost a lullaby in its melody, going in and out of the station every time she did a curve, the buzzing of radio static snapping her awake, if just barely. it almost felt like they were alone in

Jiwoo looked at the photo of her target, and then through the scope of her rifle.

Bora’s usual haunting grounds are demolished to make way into a “shopping mall”, whatever are those.

Every time Kahei comes home after a night off, she smells of a different shampoo.

"Storm's coming, lucky", the sea captain said, looking through his spyglass into the horizon.

The diner they met in had the worst leather seats Jeongyeon had the displeasure of sitting.

Yoobin has heard of Minji.

Kahei felt a bit like a child wearing her mother’s things, but she supposed that it was because this was the first event she went not as a Grand Duchess, but as the official crown heiress. Before the crowning, it all felt so easy - just appear on a ballroom for a few hours, socialize with the other nobles she knew since they were just a bunch of brats prattling around, and then go off to her room, back to reading and learning. But now...

Space is cold and empty, with only the distant stars and the ever occasional planet or moon as reference points. Captain Jo, or simply Haseul, from spacecraft Sambunui Il, knew this very well.

Chanyeol stared at the stairs in front of him, a mild amused smile taking his lips as he rested his arm on the wheelchair’s armrest, face on hand. By his back, Sehun’s hands rested on his shoulders, eyes on the ramp to the art museum, now taken by an art exposition that did not allow his wheelchair to pass through.

The manager hands her a book on how to speak Korean and leaves, and Tzuyu, the sole mandarin speaker of the group, watched in disbelief as she left the room, coloring her perception in red.

Humming along the soft tone of the radio in the kitchen, Yoohyeon finished tying her tie in the mirror, hair already tied up.

The smell of bread and coffee filled the air of Kahei’s favorite bakery.

Handong regretted the day she’d met Gahyeon, for it had set her fate into motion.

Every maid in the palace is half in love with princess Yoobin.

Ever since Minji is aware of it, there’s a soulmate mark on her neck.

The worst flowers to cough are larkspurs, because they always seem to come on the branch, scratching at Yoobin’s throat and tinting the purple of the petals with blood.

It wasn’t that Hyunjin didn’t like the summer camp she’d been sent to.

The rain made a soft sound against the window.

There’s a new tattoo shop nearby, where the old fishing gear shop had been.

Yoobin watched the sun go down, slowly, already at the threshold of their house.

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