𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝟏

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TW:: slight mentions of drug abuse



𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 "𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛" 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 "𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛" 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡

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𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 starts from before she was born. With a woman named Diamon and a man named Ciro. They had a son, Starb, her older brother. A happy boy. A safe boy. A boy who was destined to drown in his shame.

𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 later a house burns down, a father runs, a mother gives birth for the second and last time, and a brother's ignominy begins. Scars marked the baby's face, red, raw, and disgusting — yet years later, they looked like little freckles, which she colors in every morning, hiding her disappointing birth.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 any knowledge of her Italian father, Blazee lived her five first years of life peacefully away from Puerto Rico, her home, and in America. Believing she was loved, mainly by her brother. However, for Starb, that was not the case. A poor young 15 year old boy drank away the pain of having to see the face of the person who drove his family apart, the face who ruined his life, the face of Blazee. For years, his drinking went unnoticed by his family, his boyfriend, and strangers. He suffered alone, suffocating, unable to scream. Drunk, he drowned in a lake. Devastated, Diamon Bullara tried to save him and failed.

𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥, and with no where to go, Blazee moved in with her close friend, Demagorgan— whom she nicknamed Gogo. At the age of 15, her fame began. With singing wherever she could, getting discovered, and soon, selling out stadiums. Yet all good things comes with a price, especially fame . . .

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 world love her because her family never did, Blazee sold out stadiums, broke records, won awards she didn't believe possible, walked where legends crawled, and made her home in the heart of the world

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𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 world love her because her family never did, Blazee sold out stadiums, broke records, won awards she didn't believe possible, walked where legends crawled, and made her home in the heart of the world. However, it is impossible to control a fire, it spreads, it clings, and when it burns... you burn. Her agents know this. Her whole team has worked on medication to try to control her, numb her mind, make her a robot, easy money. 

𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘻 𝘉𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢 is not one to do as she's told. Sneaking out at night away from her assigned security guards, interacting with fans when she's not "supposed" to, talk about politics with a raging attitude, advocating for what she believes; not caring if it goes against what her team wants. She faces the consequences behind closed doors, her agent being a man of his company, working for one man in particular... Ciro Bullara. Not that Blazee knows her father is the man her controller works for.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 life isn't just fame and depression, she does have a close friendgroup

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𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 life isn't just fame and depression, she does have a close friendgroup. Well, had. She killed her best friend Belail with a bullet destined for her agent in hopes of getting her freedom over her life and career. Sadly, when your friends get on your nerves, it's not hard to snap and break apart. That's exactly what she did, snapping back a few hours after the gunshot. She has her reasons. Question is, does she trust you enough to share everything?

 Question is, does she trust you enough to share everything?

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MULTISHIP,
MULTIFANDOM OC
NSFW/SFW THEMES
kissed by zee!

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