Poison ivy (thorn for the crownless)

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Summary

I was nineteen. I had yarrow in my hair for love. I had honey cakes for my little brother. Then Corin Vale dragged me into the barracks. My brother Bram was seven. He died trying to stop it. The guard took gold. The judge called me hysterical. The prince watched. The priestess said "let no stain linger." So I went to the woods. To the shrine where broken girls go to become gods. Little Mercy didn't walk out. Poison Ivy did. I'm not here for justice. The law is dead. I'm here for balance. One by one. The guard. The cousin. The bard. The healer. The queen. The Justiciar. Not fast. Not clean. Final. And when there's only one name left - his - I'll rip the god out of my chest and kill him as a girl. With a wooden sword. With seven years of 'no'. Then I'll vanish. No body. No grave. Just a well and red yarrow. Now, fifty years later, little girls still braid yarrow into their hair. Lords still wake up bleeding. And if you hurt a girl and think no one's watching? The woods are listening. And I keep my promises.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
17
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

AUTHORs note


AUTHOR'S NOTE — CONTENT WARNING


This book is dark. It is violent. It is about survival after the worst thing.


Poison Ivy contains: graphic depictions of sexual violence, murder of family including a child, gore, body horror, psychological trauma, suicide, and self-harm. The rape is not eroticized. It is written with disgust, rage, and grief. There are flashbacks and nightmares in explicit detail. If you have experienced sexual violence, please protect yourself first. You do not owe this story your pain.


This is not a revenge fantasy where it feels good. It's a revenge tragedy where it costs everything. Ivy was 19. She was a girl who thought the world was kind. The world proved her wrong. What follows is what happens when a system decides some crimes don't get to leave scars — so she becomes the scar.


You will hate parts of this. You are supposed to.


You will pity her. Then you will fear her. That is the point.


If you continue, you are walking into the thorns with her.


Clause 1: No one gets out unmarked.