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A House Full of Broken Things
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Relationships: Fearne Calloway/Ashton Greymoore, Fearne Calloway & Orym, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role), Orym/Dorian Storm
Characters: Fearne Calloway, Orym (Critical Role)
Additional Tags: Post-Episode C3e80, Fearne and Orym talk, quiet conversations, Canon Compliant, Spoilers for Previous Episodes, Sweet, Grief/Mourning, Mild Language, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Ashton Greymoore
Summary: Fearne is having a hard time falling asleep after the trials. Orym shows up for a quiet talk. Post-episode 80.
Read it on AO3 here.
Snippet below the cut.
Fearne lay awake in her bed in Ligament Manor, staring at the ceiling. It was wonderful being home again, seeing Nana and Peepers and Dr Nesbit and Door and Sweet Pea and Bompers and even Birdie and Ollie. She felt safe here, safer than she’d felt in a long time, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that coming back now would only make it harder to leave.
Turning onto her side, her mind kept whirling. Her and Ashton’s new forms, the trust exercises, the truth about her father, before eventually settling on the image of the cracks in Ashton’s skin roiling like lava as their arm fell to shatter against the floor, of his eyes on hers, bright as a flare and just as dangerous, daring her to keep him alive, to get them through this, to not scream for the others, to keep her promise.
“No!” she pulled herself away from the vision, pressed her palms to her eyes, hard, and rubbed at them until the image broke and she was back in her bedroom again, rage smouldering in her belly.
More than fury at Ashton’s recklessness though, Fearne felt a deep, clawing shame. It felt like the ichor that poured from Laudna’s form of dread, black and sticky, impossible to wipe away. She wasn’t familiar with the feeling and she didn’t like it at all. She had told Ashton that she didn’t want the shard. Of course they would take that to mean that they should use it instead otherwise why had he bothered pulling it from the lava in the first place? He had only done that, had to go through that, because she had been too afraid of what the power might make her into, not for a second thinking that it would be worse, far worse, to watch it unmake Ashton instead. And not only had she given them the tools, but she had just stood there, helpless and panicking, throwing out healing spells that did nothing but prolong the torture. Watching her aura of life pulse every few seconds, keeping them on their feet, still feeling the rough pressure of his lips on hers.
Fearne’s heart spiked with a brief pain and she sniffed. She was so stupid sometimes. So naive. She’d never really wanted to be otherwise. Everything since leaving the Feywild had felt like a grand adventure up to this point. Sure, there had been bumps in the road. Bertrund’s death had been sad, and Lord Eshteross. And she’d missed her nana terribly, and finding her parents had been… complicated. They’d lost Laudna and got separated and Fearne had been worried then. At the Malleus Key she’d been worried too, that they were going to fail, that they were going to die. But she’d never really thought that they would. It felt like the games she used to play as a child, when she’d sneak places she wasn’t supposed to go or steal something important to see how long it would take Nana to notice it was gone. Or when her and her animal friends would take turns being the monster that the other would bravely fight off. Those games were always fun, with just enough danger to provide a thrill, but there had never been anything so scary that Nana couldn’t make her feel better, no monster that wandered into the fens that Nana couldn’t chase away.
Having Nana be there when she finally accepted the shard had made her feel braver, but she’d recently learned that not even Nana had the power to protect her from reality, she’d had a huge, bitter dose of that. The danger of what they were doing felt very, very solid. It had been creeping upon her ever since the clock tower.
Fearne liked to flirt. It was fun to watch Chetney turn bright red and awkwardly flirt back, to see Imogen smirk out of the corner of her eye, to hear Orym’s quiet chuckle. But hearing Ashton say that they thought she was hot had knotted something in her stomach, and saying it back hadn’t been fun, or light or flirty. It had been scary and heavy and honest and she’d run away so that she would never know how he would have responded. But it wasn’t just that. Her excursion with the witches and learning they were together, seeing the shadows that lingered in between them; her talk with Orym, his love and his determination to get them through; pulling FCG from the snow to the right way up, laughing until her sides hurt at the sight of them and Ashton ploughing face-first into a snow bank; Chetney trying to make her feel better by taking her to smash windows. Her bonds with these people were irrevocable now. She felt them in her chest, tugging at her heart until it tore.
They hadn’t even made it to the moon yet and things were only going to get worse. They had time now and although that was what she’d wanted, what they all needed, it rankled at her. Now she had more hours to worry, to think, to seethe and cry and question the truth that she had called out in the chasm, that maybe they weren’t ready for this. Maybe they would die for good. Maybe she would have to watch Ashton shatter again, or watch Orym crumple to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Maybe Imogen would be pulled somewhere else by her connection to the moon, maybe Chetney would be overtaken by the beast inside him, maybe Laudna would give in to Delilah, maybe FCG would try to take too much damage for one of them. She felt more powerful now, and Ashton had certainly looked more powerful, but power didn’t fix everything. The trust exercise had been good in theory but she wasn’t sure they’d really succeeded. They’d all been suspicious of each other; Ashton leaving FCG in the deadly vines, Laudna bringing out her hound for insurance, Orym questioning them with random trivia that she at least hadn’t been in a place to remember.
The walls around her almost seemed to be closing in, twisting her thoughts into a tangled mess of anxiety. She hated this. She’d never felt like this before and she hated it. Was this why FCG kept second-guessing themself? Was this why Imogen fought so hard against other people’s thoughts? Was this what Orym felt whenever he stepped in front of a creature at least four times his size? Fear. Real fear. That they would lose. That she would lose. It was the kind of feeling she’d always pushed away, the kind that hadn’t seemed important when there were more fun things to do, but now she couldn’t stop the onslaught.
“Fearne?”
Fearne sniffled and looked up at the soft voice. Orym was peering around the doorframe. She hadn’t heard him knock.
“How did you find me?” she asked.
Orym’s mouth twitched a little. “This is your bedroom.”
“Oh, right.”
Orym came in and shut the door behind him before quietly padding over to where she lay. She shuffled backwards towards the wall and he hopped up, sitting criss-cross-applesauce in front of her.
Read the rest on AO3 here.
#tibbinswrites#writing#fanfiction#critical role#fearne calloway#orym of the air ashari#fearne and orym#fearne x ashton#bells hells#orym x will#orym x dorian#spoilers for episode 80#campaign 3
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what were the ro's like as children? were some of them more lively than now or maybe some were quieter than they are now?
Good question!
Blade: he was a very proper lad, solemn, quiet, fairly similar to how he is now, but more... well-mannered?? His family would sort of equate to the Ket equivalency of nobility, and there were a lot of rigid social protocols to follow to uphold the family reputation. Like he was very stiff and formal and sober as a child. After his parents died and he became an adolescent, he did sort of pivoted into being a very rude, brooding teen who was very blunt and had no patience for manners or niceties, but some of those old habits still persist to this day!
Trouble: he was a little rebel on fire--I think I described him in a recent short story as "a sullen, cocksure young man, an adolescent with a bloody nose and a fire in his gut to give the world one back". Definitely more hot-headed than he is now, a recalcitrant little potty mouth who brooked no insult and took everything to heart! He wasn't as playful or friendly as he is now, but he did have a soft side and showed a gruff kindness to those in need!
Tallys: she was more talkative and emotionally-open as a kid than she is now. Probably still just as serious, but she was more of a rebel and emotional and kind of a defiant know-it-all, rather than the cool-headed and evaluating adult she is now! She was also very studious--kids in her clan used to make fun of her for being something of a book nerd, if you can believe that!
Shery: she was pretty much exactly the same as a kid as she is now! If anything, she was even more timid and shy as a child, and she was more easily affected by things; she would cry in her room over the smallest incidents or the insults of the other children, whereas now she's better at brushing things off (even when she probably shouldn't). A neighbor of hers used to say that little Shery wasn't born ready for the world, because as a child she was like a little trembling fawn, liable to get knocked over by the wind! She's definitely tougher and more resilient now!
Riel: he was pretty much exactly the same as he is now in personality, but he was much more sheltered and naive as a child: his parents didn't let him out of the house, for various reasons, so all of his knowledge came from books and tutors--he hardly socialized with people his own age! As an adolescent, he was notably more ruthless and cutthroat and had--eh--less scruples and more criminal tendencies than he does now! He's mellowed out a bit with age and has more perspective and compassion for the less fortunate now that he's made his own fortune for himself!
Chase: he was more carefree, light-hearted, and innocent as a kid! Just as talkative, reckless, impulsive, and courageous, but he hadn't been, uh, bruised by the cruelties of the world yet. Now he's very nonchalant, playful, and smiling, but it conceals a much more guarded and wary demeanor than the one he had a yelling kid who liked to dangle from the sail ropes like a monkey!
Red: he was a little bit quieter and more studious as a young kid than he was as a teenager and later an adult! As a very young child, he liked being left to his own devices and would just go off all day, journal in hand, scribbling field notes about, like, frogs and mushrooms and stuff he found in the hills behind his home, and he was more deferential (being the only boy with four sisters). When he became a tween/preteen, he became more talkative and charismatic, and that was when his 'social butterfly' self started to emerge!
Ayla: she was pretty much the same as she is now; a spitfire and rebel who didn't trust anybody. I guess when she was younger, she was even harder and more ferocious than she is now; it wouldn't have been as easy for young Ayla to integrate into the Shepherds and make friends, and she would have been explicitly ruder and wouldn't have cared about the feelings of others, whereas now she realizes when she messed up and feels bad about it (though whether or not she'll apologize still depends). But she was so busy surviving that she never really had time to just be a kid or make friends!
Briony: spoilers, but pre-amnesia Briony was more of a wildcat and not as sweet and sensitive as our Briony is. She was compassionate and loved her friends very dearly and felt extremely strong attachments to them, but with everyone else, she came off as a fierce, fiery, defiant little tomboy/diva who ran around in the hills barefoot in rags and refused to do as anyone told her. She was the kind of kid who could smile sweetly at you, but there was something dangerous in the glint of her teeth and her eyes were secretly saying, 'fuck you, you can't tell me what to do.' She had a harder temper and basically did what she wanted or actively rebelled against authority, whereas now she's more of a people-pleaser and overall more playful and easygoing!
Lavinet: she was a little bit more snobby as a child, like a little imperious princess who had the world at her feet and knew it! Not exactly like Prihine--she wasn't rude or spoiled towards servants--but her priorities were definitely different, like "Papa, the bows on my dress are sea-green when they were supposed to be mint-green, you can't expect me to go to the ball like this?!" So obviously more childish and diva-like and 'stamps her slippered foot to get her way,' whereas now she's more dignified and gracious and overall chill (though she still gets whatever she wants, it's just through different methods, lol).
Halek: he was a little bit more serious and obedient as a child and more willing to do things to please other people, whereas now he just doesn't give a fuck, lol. As a teen he was super edgy and liable to say really cringey, edgy things, like "why do we even bother, we're all going to die soon anyway", but then he flipped over to "eh whatever *takes the path of least resistance*" lmao
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Where the beginning of the movie is the same except Luca went to the surface himself and ended up befriended Alberto, though he thought he was a human. Alberto didn’t bother telling him he’s sea folk because they wanted to do stuff above ground anyway and he figured he could just tell. His parents had spotted them and were worried to death seeing as he was a human, and it like the little mermaid.
Yes it’s the thing I found from Luca prompts, but i just like the is he isn’t he prompt.
AN: Oo! Okay fun. I feel like this prompt would work well as a longer story, so here’s… the first 500-ish words of that story. Where Luca and Alberto meet, and the initial miscommunication happens. Luca believes Alberto is a human, and Alberto thinks Luca is trying to hide him from the other seafolks.
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“Aahhh!” Luca yelled. He swam backward as a land monster in a diving suit approached him. His heart was racing in his chest. Was he going to die? It felt like he was going to die.
The land monster walked closer, a harpoon in his hand. Luca swam faster, hitting his head on a rock. Forehead stinging and vision dizzy, he ducked into a cave. This was it. This was the end.
The land monster kept approaching, until Luca was cornered, scales pressed against cold stone. The land monster was close enough now that Luca could see the face inside the glass helmet. He looked young, not much older than Luca.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to attack you.” The voice was muffled by the diving suit, but it sounded friendly. Luca pressed himself further into the rock, afraid this was just a ploy to get him closer. The other boy dropped the harpoon and it clattered to the floor of the cave.
The other boy turned around and started collecting the objects that’d fallen to the seafloor in a basket. “I’m just here for my stuff.”
“Your stuff?” Luca asked, tentatively swimming above the harpoon and exiting the cave.
“Well,” The teen tilted his head. “It wasn’t originally my stuff, but if someone is reckless enough to bring it out on a boat and then let it fall in the water, then I figure that it’s up for grabs.”
“So, you just take it?” Luca asked.
“Yep.” The teen put several more items into his basket.
“Where do you take it?”
“Up there,” The boy pointed up to the surface. “There’s an island. I live on it.”
“Oh,” Luca said slowly. He tried to imagine what an island would look like. All he could picture was more water. Maybe a floating raft. Or rocks with mussels clinging to the side. “That’s cool.”
“Yeah, it is. Do you want to see it?”
“I-” Luca looked toward his home, wondering if his mom would notice his absence. She probably would. “Thank you, but no thank you.”
“Suit yourself.” The teen shrugged. He glanced at Luca’s shepherd’s crook. “Ooo nice!”
He quickly grabbed it and went to swim away, kicking his legs before slowly sinking back down. “Huh.”
Luca glided over to him and looked the suit up and down. “You can’t swim very well in that, can you?”
“Apparently not.”
“Do you need help getting to the surface?” Luca asked.
“Nah, I can always take the suit off and swim.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, sir.” Luca glanced around. Imagine if any of his neighbors caught a land monster in their village, let alone caught him talking to it. “I’ll just swim you to the surface.”
“No, it’s fine I can swim.” The teen started to take off his helmet.
“What are you doing? Stop!” Luca placed his hands on either side of the helmet keeping it in place. “No one else can know you’re here. We’ll both get in trouble.”
“Oh.” He dropped his hands. “I guess you can swim me to the surface then.”
“Great. Take this.” Luca shoved the harpoon into the land monster’s free hand and grabbed him from under his arm pits. “Which way are you going?”
“Straight ahead and up.”
“Great.” Luca pulled the land monster up by the armpits and started swimming in that direction.
“I’m Alberto, by the way.”
“Luca.”
“Nice to meet you Luca.” Alberto grinned.
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#ask box prompts#luberto#luberto fanfic#sorry i didn't get to the parents part in this#i know i said this in asks yesterday#but there's always a chance that i'll circle back to ask box prompt to write a longer story#but this was such a fun prompt#like I LOVE writing miscommunication things where you can see the characters making incorrect assumptions#i could see this as a fic that maybe changes povs throughout so that we get some of alberto's thoughts#and like the angst of feeling unwanted by a whole community that luca has access to#while luca is just like#omg my parents are going to kill me for associating with a human#speaking of the little mermaid-- alberto actually reminds me more of ariel than luca does. like. luca has a similar parenta#*parental relationship#but alberto's the one with a fascination for the human world and who collects human objects. i feel like there could be an au where#alberto is exiled from his father's kingdom for his love of humans. so he leaves the kingdom. runs into a sea witch who takes his voice#and then luca finds him washed up on the shore.#like i know in a little mermaid au luca makes more sense as the ariel because his story lines up more with hers. and alberto is like...#the prince who lives more or less alone in his castle#but just this of the alternative#anyway! i hope you liked what i wrote!
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Detectives by Chance: Chapter 8- The Final Bow
Series Summary: It was supposed to be a usual weekend for the four. Coffee, fun, friends and love. But an unexpected case changed their lives in a way they had never imagined. A mystery - a murder - many secrets… Will Ethan, Pooja, Alexandra and Mark, be able to survive? Or will the circumstances twist and break their lives forever?
A/N: This is the end. The end of the first ever series, the first ever fanfics I ever wrote. It's melancholic you know? Bidding adieu to Open Heart and Detectives by Chance all at one? Anywho, I hope you enjoy this piece💕
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)
Rating: Teen (to be safe)
Warnings: Blood, Murder, Swear Words, Gun Violence
I would recommend reading the previous parts first, because I am sure this makes little sense without knowing what happened previously.
Read the previous chapters here!
The trail from the crumpled door to the back ground felt likes hours of navigating through the blazing desert, no one in sight.
The scarlet memoirs of the wounds that now covered her skin did not give her much relief either. Blood soaked into her shirt, colouring it red from cream at a steady rate. Lazy tracks formed as solitary drops slipped down to meet the ground.
Papers clutched with a death grip, her resolve did not waver. After all the goose chase she had done in the manor, she was sure she could do this. But then again, there was not much of a choice there.
Ethan's POV:
A hazy screen appeared before his orbs as they slowly, timidly, fluttered open, as if scared to look around. A blackness had spread around him, and his mind could not make out if it was a musty old dungeon or some place else.
Soft scents of the intoxicating vanilla and bluebell perfume gently let him know of their presence, and he sighed in relief.
Wherever he was, he was close to her.
And with that knowledge came a subtle sense of calm, a realization that as long as he was near her, he wouldn't mind even dying.
He just wanted her, his strength, with him.
He tried to get up, and the wince of pain came almost immediately. His legs ached due to the cramped position in the short space of wherever. As he managed to pull himself up from the sleeping position, a very faint jingle of keys could be heard in the background of his groans.
Then with a click, the front door flew open and he unclearly made out a thud of some kind of folder in the front passenger seat. Soon the driver's seat was occupied as well, and the engine was raved to life.
The scent of vanilla and bluebell grew strong and he knew it was her.
"Pooja?" He whispered so lightly that for a second he wondered if he had even spoken it aloud.
"Ethan! Oh thank fucking god you are- Ah!" She was cutoff mid sentence by a horrifying but muted shriek which had escaped as she tried to close the door.
"Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay!" Worry laced his tone as her other hand painfully completed the supposedly easy task.
"You are okay and I've everything we need to save Lex & Mark. That's all that matters, E."
"What about you?"
But her attention had already shifted to the driving the automobile. She had always been like that, too unconcerned about herself. As well as he knew her, he was sure she had been biting her lip a tad bit harder with every moment just to keep painful screams at bay.
"It doesn't matter."
A shrill roar suddenly invaded the eerie, uncomfortable silence of the abandoned area. The voice was human, but the intensity of the sound reminded them more of an enraged tiger trapped in a cage, ready to pounce at the chance of freedom.
Staying here for a second more could be a dangerous idea.
A slow pain spread though his forehead, an after-effect of whatever that was forcefully injected during his investigation of the murky place, too dishevelled to call it even an office, let alone a hospital. The ache became all-too-consuming, his struggle to keep his eyes open turning futile. The blackness grasped him steadily as consciousness bid adieu and the dangers of the world in front of him, at bay.
End of Ethan's POV
Pooja's clutch on the steering wheel was so hard that the fingernails that dug into its material left deep moon shaped indents, as a mark of their visit. The teeth pressed so deep into her lip that it had drawn blood. The gap of the missing tooth felt like an aftermath of the reckless rescue operations she had led at the building.
Why did her mind refused to cooperate with her now, when she had finally made her way out?
Another line of thought began to form, but before it spread it's being, a second horrifying scream broke through the audible silence like a dagger.
Sweat of hardwork was now the cold sweat of fear. A sense of great danger that lingered now completely flooded every chamber of her heart & she refused to stop.
Digging her teeth into her lips, tears streaming as every movement made her want to shriek and wail in agony, she revved the engine, turned the steering & fled out of there.
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A rash drive followed. She sped through the roads, going straight without a turn until she was sure the they were not being followed.
A safe distance away, she stopped. Every moment was precious now, but she was done. She could not do this anymore.
Hell, she could not do anything anymore.
The left portion of her shirt that she wore was now soaked in scarlet, the stench of blood growing on her. She doubted that if she wasn't a doctor, she would have thrown up or passed out by now.
Pooja looked behind, the scarce daylight making it a difficult job to be done. She was quite sure that Ethan had been overcome by another bout of unconsciousness and the feeling of helplessness spread through her chest, forming a hollow through its path.
Her head felt light too. The injuries were starting to show effects, although the overwhelming sense of failure and danger had already numbed their pain.
Taking a deep breath, and another, and another, she tried to centre herself, though not to much avail.
Something she had realized was now, the necessity to keep moving was a need & not a want.
A slow kick on the gas pedal & she carried on her journey to the final destination.
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At the police station, the unfolding of events occurred like a film sequence set on fast forward.
Pooja had barely made it there, an urgency ringing through her mind, a constant worry that she was late, too late. But thankfully, she wasn't.
Dragging her foot (her entire body, at this point) she entered and almost fell face down on the station floor.
Hastily handing over the evidence she had meticulously collected and suffered all the injuries for, she tried to explain what she had found.
Officers repeatedly asked her to calm down, but she refused. The three of them, Ethan, Alex and Mark, They were her family. They always mattered more than her. They always will.
At last, all she managed was to point a finger at her car, before her body gave up on the fight. A small smile of satisfaction decorated her tired, overworked features. It was a win. A well deserved one. A strange sense of pride, overwhelmed her as she slowly faded into unconsciousness.
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It has been 36 hours since the ghastly raid of Miles's manor.
The evidence collected opened a lot of tied knots, the page from Miles's diary, even though muddy, serving priceless for the investigation. Almost everything got crystal clear from it.
Pooja underwent a major surgery, and was still under bedrest. Minor to Major, there were a plethora of injuries that needed to be treated. Recovery was going to take a long time but her response had been up to the mark.
As for Mark and Alex, the court deemed them not guilty for any of the charges made against them & they were released. The very instant they rushed to the hospital, tears streaming down endlessly both in gratitude & in worry.
Miles Danvers, as expected, was not found. The manor was investigated after the release of Mark & Alex, a big mistake, and nothing was left behind except a few beeping machines & broken furniture. The investigators now await Pooja's recovery for interrogation & to close the case as soon as possible because stories of a deranged murderer roaming around the dark streets doesn't exactly spark a rush of serotonin through the citizens.
Meanwhile in a dark, gloomy alleyway:
It had been seconds too long. The man's pace faltered at slightest sounds, fingers fidgeting the two ring that shone under whatever little light reached the area.
Why were they not here yet?
But his wait was cut off soon. Muffled footsteps echoed like, every step closer increasing their intensity. Even though he had been expecting them, his heart leapt up his throat, which tightened in fear.
He turned around, not being able to make out their faces. But at the time, he found it to be a blessing in disguise, because he was sure he would have thrown up from the fright of being the cause of their anger.
A hand extended out, the silver bracelet dangling from it gleaming in moonlight. It gripped the lapel of his coat, and a scared murmur escaped him without caution.
The person on the other side, let out a slow growl of rage, boiling blood coursing through their veins. The man's teeth chattered, the cold pressing against his skin even more as a chill ran down his spine.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, the touch of cold metal against his neck made him shudder.
It was... It was a gun.
"Thi..s, Th..., This w-was not what, w-what we plann-nned upon." He quietly muttered, shocked that sound still escaped through the dryness of his throat.
"What were you supposed to do?" The person, no, the man, That man, growled, the evil of his heart almost visible in the spoken words.
The man stood soundless. It took two hard knocks of the metal to make him speak.
"K-K-Kill"
"And what did you do? Let her escape with a bagful of evidence." The words were being hissed now, with so much intensity that the man was surprised that he hadn't peed his pants yet.
"And since" The gun was displaced and he let out a sigh of relief. "You did such wonderful work, you deserve to be rewarded."
And before the man could even process what just happened, a single shot pierced through the fog settling around, and hit right in the forehead.
Seconds later, his lifeless body met its origin & any sign of life in the alleyway seized to exist.
End Note: Open Heart ended and it feels unreal. I have had a weird, wonderful journey with it. I would have never come to tumblr, make edits or write fanfics if not for it. It is a series which many of us, me included, hold close to our heart.
Firstly, I would like to thank everyone who provided their precious thoughts over the past chapters of this series. I always have & always will hold Detectives by Chance close to my heart, because it has some of my earliest fanfics & it was the beginning of a wonderful journey for me. So if you took your time & have followed this story from the start, I am so very grateful for you. Thank you❤
With OH ending, many have chosen to continue in this fandom & some have decided to move on. Whatever your decision may be, I hope you be happy & have a good time ahead💕
Detectives by Chance gets a Bonus part, with no relation to the storyline, like not an epilogue, but something that will answer the lingering questions. As for if this is really the end of DbC or not, I will let you guys decide that😉
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Writing Prompt #3: Just as your flight takes off, you discover a shocking note under your seat.
“Finally,” she huffed out a long-held breath and fell back into the not-so-comfortable seats that the plane offered. Stiff. Stale. A little stinky. God, she hated flying, but the result was always worth it. The destinations were what she lived for. Tamara whipped her head forward, letting her bouncy caramel-colored curls fall with gravity so that her hands could collect those fierce tendrils and force them into a small black rubber band. When she lifted her face, she let out another cleansing sigh. There was motion all around her, people scurrying back to their seats so the plane could depart. The stewardesses did their best to corral their customers and shove their overflowing carry-on bags into the overhead compartments and soon they were ready to depart. The plane began to roll on those wheels that seemed much too tiny for a craft so large but, they did the job. That familiar rumble of the cabin shook Tamara within her seat, enough to make her close her eyes and wrap her slender fingers around the arm rests. They would be in the air soon. As she felt that amazing miracle of a feeling, the one where her stomach floated as the plane left the earth and suddenly, she was enroute to be fly amongst the birds, she gasped. Tamara looked down between her feet and saw her backpack that had yet to be pushed under her own chair. In an effort to keep the flight attendants off her back, she leaned forward, fighting the gravitational pull on her body as the plane continued its ascension and began to tuck it back under her seat. Once it was secured, she went to withdraw her hand but felt a soft scrape along her index finger. Curiosity bit, Tamara grasped the scratchy thing and pulled. To her surprise it came away with ease from whatever it was affixed to and as her hand rose to meet her gaze, she found a small piece of paper in her hand. The change in her demeanor was instant. Tamara became guarded, eyes flicking around her only to find that she still sat alone with two empty seats next to her. Quickly, she opened the folded up note and skimmed it. Only, there was not much to skim through. The note consisted of four words.
I’m coming with you
-L
“Oh Jesus Christ,” she hissed under her breath as her hands thumped down on the armrests. She lifted her hips out of her seat and looked around the cabin only to find the same sea of foreheads she saw before they took off. Tamara turned back around, looked back at the note as if expecting it to provide further answers but it stared back with the same plain words. Just as she began to crumple it up, she heard a female voice.
“Excuse me, sir? The captain has not turned off the fasten seatbelt light, we’re still climbing to our coasting height.”
“Yes, yes! So sorry, I had to use the restroom before we took off.” A man was speaking. Tamara’s face flattened; her expression peeved as that voice flowed over her ears like nails on a chalk board. Her seat jerked sideways slightly as the weight of another person crashed down in the seat beside her. Tamara could not bring herself to look. “I see you got my note!” Even out of the corner of her eye she caught a glance at that big, dumb, brilliant smile.
“You’re not supposed to be here Leon,” she snapped quietly.
“You have no idea what assignments the boss gave me, how would you know where I am or am not supposed to be? Hm? You stopped answering my calls and my texts so, instead of prepping you ahead of time, I just showed up.”
“You’re domestic only, why would he send you on this mission?”
“I’ve been asking him for months to transfer to international. He wanted another body on this plane, in the resort, and at your side. Why is it so difficult for you to have backup?”
“I don’t mind having backup, I mind having you.”
Silence fell between them. Tamara’s arms crossed tightly over her chest as she looked out the window, unbothered by the way the sun streaked in through that tiny hole in the wall and struck her eyes. Beside her, Leon was looking down at his hand, steepling his fingertips in his lap as he slipped into his thoughts. This man had not left her alone since he began his training. Despite their differing departments, Tamara had been assigned to him for over a month and what a long month that was. Leon was an idiot. The man never had a plan for anything, barely knew the handbook—even the basics, and he always had that ridiculous smile on his face. When she began taking him into the field, on missions, it felt as if he wanted to sabotage every single one. Leon blew their cover almost every time. Despite her reports to their higher up, Leon was allowed to stay and much to her annoyance, he exceled. Tamara would never understand what their boss saw in him. Leon was a horrible spy.
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“Wait a minute, you used to hate dad?” A shriek of giggles filled the living room, which only made Tamara smile as she leaned forward with elbows on her knees.
“Hate is a strong word,” Leon’s voice called out from the kitchen. His head popped alongside the door frame, smiling just as he had that day on the plane. “Your mother never cared for my style,” he explained with a roll of his eyes.
“Style? You mean lack of discipline? Lack of planning? Lack of strategy? If I were not there you would have gone in guns—” Tamara stopped, when her husband opened those deep brown eyes wide and cocked his head in the direction of their children who sat on their living room floor, hanging on every word.
“Guns?!” Their son popped up from the ground, arms in the air in excitement.
“It’s an expression sweetheart, going into something guns ablaze…it just means you go into things like an idiot…without a plan,” she cast a sideways look at her husband who was still grinning. He was always like that. As annoying as it was, his bubbly personality, that ever-present smile, it was what had won Tamara over in the end. She caught herself staring at him, smiling back. They held each other’s faraway gaze as their kids laughed and teased them from their place upon the floor. “It’s one of your father’s best and worst qualities but if he weren’t so reckless, you two wouldn’t exist. None of this would,” she gave their home a once over with her eyes before she landed back on him. Leon’s lips closed but stayed upturned as his expression softened and he nodded.
From the other side of their kitchen popped out an elderly woman who resembled Tamara in every way except that her hair was silver and had lost the tightness in its curls over the years. The woman caught the look between Tamara and Leon and raised a brow before smirking.
“Kids, come help granny with these potatoes, they won’t peel themselves!”
“But granny, mom was telling us the story about how she met dad on a plane!”
“She didn’t meet him on the plane—see you weren’t even listening now, get in here!” The kids laughed and stumbled over one another as the two of them ran into the kitchen. Leon left his place, a towel slung over his shoulder like some master chef.
“You feel that way, huh?” Leon sat on the arm of the cushioned love seat where Tamara was.
“As much as I hated every minute of that trip in the moment…I think it was your persistence that day that made me fall in love with you.”
“The chase was fun but, I like this. All of this.” Leon said as he dove onto the couch and tackled Tamara into the pillows.
“You don’t miss the job?”
“Flying around in secret, catching criminals? No. I am glad to leave spy work behind me. Like you said, I have always been better suited for the domestic life.” Leon pressed his face into Tamara’s neck who giggled like a girl in her teens. “Do you miss it?” The silence that ensued weighed upon Leon like a brick as he waited for his wife to answer.
“No. I hated flying anyway,” Tamara whispered as she looked down at Leon then over at their children who were pestering their granny with questions about how their parents fell in love. Knowing their secret life was safe within her mother’s heart, Tamara wrapped her arms around her husband and squeezed softly.
“Good,” Leon muttered as he nuzzled in closer and closed his eyes. “I think the domestic life suits us both.”
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Information on Kaz can be found under the cut!
Biography
Roya Kazemi
Roya was born on the road. Both of her parents were professional scammers, spending their lives travelling. They made their own rules, living outside of the law and never remaining in one place long enough to get caught. Their specialty was small towns, the kind of places the Emperor and those who serve him cared so little for that they didn’t even bother investigating their crimes. Their only child, Roya, was born on the backseat of their car, pulled over on the side of the road. They were back on their way within the hour, heading towards their next target.
For as long as she can remember, Roya has been adored. Her parents showered her with praise, constantly telling her how pretty she was, how clever she was, and granted her every request. Despite spending most of her childhood on the road, she never wanted for anything, and knew everything she owned was stolen. Her parents passed their trade on to her, positioning it like a game, and the thrill of taking what was not hers is a feeling as familiar as an old friend to Roya.
As she grew under her parents tutelage, Roya grew greedy and entitled. She believed that if she could get away with taking something, she deserved to have it. However, petty theft and small-scale operations ceased to satisfy her like they used to. By the time she was in her late teens, newly an adult and unfamiliar with any other life but the one her family had shown her, she was already looking to something bigger and better. The only trouble was, building something bigger was hard to do when you had to start from scratch every few weeks. Just before her twentieth birthday, Roya bid goodbye to her parents, and set off for the first time on her own.
Mystic Roya
Her first few months in the city weren’t easy. She had never even seen an attempt at putting roots down, and had no clue how to do it for herself. That changed when her mark appeared. Every resourceful, Roya had always had a lucky streak. With her mark, her life-long bout of good fortune made all the more sense. Suddenly, the path ahead was clear.
It was the biggest con of her life, setting up as “genuine” psychic. She assumed there would be a learning curve, a certain art to reading people that she would learn over time. For the most part, people were far less complicated than they liked to believe themselves to be. All it took was a few vague statements from Roya, blanket “predicitions” that could have applied to anybody. It wouldn’t have been enough on it’s own, but when combined with her talismans, created with her powers and sold to desperate believers, it was hard to deny the power of Mystic Roya. When she promised good luck, she delivered. When she promised love, it was found. She laughs about it behind closed doors, delighting in the games she plays with those who reach out to her for spiritual guidance, but at least she’s laughing all the way to the bank.
Casino Kaz
She loves what she does- really, she does, but Roya has never been very good at the monotonous life. Being in one place for so long is stifling enough, without succumbing to something as mundane as regularity. Roya was naturally restless to begin with, but the storm in which she grew up in only exaggerated this trait. The psychic fraud was fun, and she has no intention of giving it up, but the need for something more developed. Having spent her life chasing thrills, she’s never done well when the thrills disappear.
Having done so well with her first cultivated persona, it made sense to add another deception to her bow. Mystic Roya was one aspect of who she was, not-quite her, but with enough of her in it to come naturally. The second side of the coin was easier still to slip into. Kaz. Unlike Mystic Roya, there was nothing spiritual about Kaz. They gambled, and cheated, and conned and lied, and loved every minute of it.
The thrill has always faded quickly, but for Kaz, every day is different, every game is different. It’s enough to keep the excitement alive, and something about her double life keeps her even more exhilarated. Though she still chases excitement where she finds it, for the most part, she’s totally content, happy amassing her fortune and revelling in her success.
Headcanons
Her mark, the Grifter Cricket, appeared on her lower back, to the left of her tailbone (think a typical tr*mp stamp). She doesn’t know how long it sat there before she noticed it. For her, the transition from human to Night Monster was slow and seamless, reflecting the more subtle nature of her powers. It would be very easy for Kaz to lay low, but her own ego forbids it. She’s always been the flashy type, and never one for laying low when she could be taking center stage. A reckless risk-taker, she never fully thinks of the consequences of her actions. She has luck on her side, though, and for her, that’s all the protection she needs.
Like most things in her life, Kaz doesn’t take her status as a Night Monster too seriously. She knows the danger, but she simply doesn’t believe anything could happen to her. She knows that everything she has is a direct result of her powers, and isn’t shy about using them to get herself out of almost any situation. Though she doesn’t necessarily shout about her abilities (she’s dumb but she’s not stupid), she enjoys using them and is fairly proud of what she is, even if she can’t express that in the ways she wants to.
Kaz had a good relationship with both of her parents, but never really stayed in one place long enough growing up to form bonds with anybody out of the family unit of three. Though she was loved, being an only child with no opportunity for friends was a lonely experience for a little girl. She more than makes up for it now, though. Kaz loves making friends, but isn’t the best at keeping them. She’s very much the type of person you’d have a blast with on the odd night out, but keeping up with her over long periods of time can be quite tiresome. For those who can, however, she’s quick to embrace them as found family and accept them as one of her own.
Kaz has a taste for fine things, and wants nothing less than to surround herself with the best of everything. With the money she has gained, she bought a fancy apartment in the heart of the city. It’s not quite Empire Gardens, but the pace of life there suits her better, anyway. Though she paid for the apartment, she didn’t purchase anything in it. It came fully furnished, anyway, courtesy of the previous owner, and all of Kaz’s own additions have been stolen or swindled.
Kaz is loyal to the Madhouse Renegades, but only because they best serve her interests. She doesn’t really care very much at all about their mission, nor the plight of the other Night Monsters. Her main concern is what is going on in the here and now, how it effects her, and ensuring her own prosperity. As a result of never settling anywhere any longer than two weeks, she doesn’t really realise the extent of the emperor’s tyranny, nor why what she’s doing matters. It’s all a bit of a game to her, and while she loves the thrill of it, she could easily switch sides if she saw enough benefit in it. She’s pledged her loyalty, but her actual commitment is flaky.
Despite her success in amassing a small fortune, Kaz is terrible at math. Numbers and data are too objective, and hold very little interest for her, doing little but making her head hurt. She can’t tell you exactly how much she is worth- only that she wants more, and there’s no job too small to be below her consideration.
Inspo
Pinterest
Character Tropes:
Winds of Destiny, Change
Phony Psychic
Karma Houdini
Born Lucky
Hard-Drinking Party Girl
Money Fetish
Character Inspiration:
Domino (Deadpool)
Crickee (Mulan)
Oda Mae Brown (Ghost)
Faith (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Lando Calrissian (Star Wars)
The Thénardiers (Les Mis)
Personality Type
ESTP
Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Enneagram
Type 7 - The Enthusiast
Western Astrology
Leo Sun
Aquarius Moon
Gemini Rising
Deadly Sin
Greed
Heavenly Virtue
Gratitude
Connections
Paper Butterfly - Potential Victim
Cinder Fox - Frenemy
Demon Cat - Mutual intrigue
Carbon Caiman - Found Family
Night Eagle - Dumbass Duo
Sacred Maggot - Client
Ghost Moth - Stole her home/belongings
Cipher Mole - best friend
Severed Chimera - former assignment
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🎃 Frightful October Act VII, #21 ~ Stalker (Yao Wang/China)
📑 Table of Contents
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 1,456
Pairing: Reader x Yao
World: Hetalia
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October was a fun time filled with candy, costumes, and mischief, but it was also a dangerous time. Halloween brought out the weirdos and the freaks. People often throw caution to the wind in lieu of some spooks. You were one of those people, enjoying the thrill, the rush of adrenaline that came with doing dangerous things.
Your favorite thing to do was to explore abandoned locations in town, which wasn’t necessarily bad, but you liked to go alone in the dead of night. It was terrifying, but in some strange way, it was also peaceful. You enjoyed the solitude almost as much as you enjoyed the way your heart raced within your ribcage.
Your boyfriend, Yao, was not happy with your choice of activities and tried to persuade you to, at the very least, bring someone with you, but you always refused. No matter how hard you tried to be angry at each other over your difference in opinions. The most you could muster up was a few hours of annoyance.
October 30th
Yao had a world meeting to attend and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow night, so you decided to explore an abandoned house just outside of town. It was a little past midnight when you finally made it there.
The house itself was a few decades old, the wood charred from the fire that had mysteriously broken out some ten years earlier. The dense forest surrounded it on all sides, breaking only for the thin dirt road that led up to the property.
You carefully put your foot on the step up to the porch, the wood creaking under your weight. An owl hooted in the distance as your flashlight swept across the porch. To the left was a swing, lopsided because one of the chains had been pulled out of the ceiling. You twisted the doorknob and it clicked, the hinges squeaking as the door was pushed open.
Just as you lifted your foot to step inside, a sudden crash came from behind the house. Your body froze, ears straining to pick up any sound other than the rustling of leaves in the cold night breeze. Curious, you stepped down from the porch, your shoes crunching orange and yellow leaves as you walked around the left side of the house, flashlight sweeping the area around you. The dark sky was covered by clouds, bathing the world in a darkness so thick, the beam of the flashlight couldn’t cut through it.
A chill went down your spine, but you weren’t sure if it was because of the chill or because of the sudden feeling that you were being watched. You brushed off the feeling as you approached the small shed behind the house, looking for the source of the crashing sound. The faint bark of dogs in the distance carried on the wind, like a warning. It unnerved you.
‘Something feels… wrong tonight,’ you frowned, clutching the flashlight tighter in your hand. You were someone that strongly believed in the human capability of sensing danger, instincts acting as a sort of sixth sense. Only bad things would come from ignoring it. ‘I was really looking forward to exploring this piece of the town’s history, but it’ll have to wait until another day.’
Twigs snapped and leaves crunched as you walked around the other side of the house. A large weeping willow bent over at the trunk, its branches scratching at the sides of the second story every time the wind blew. Something grabbed your shoulder and you repressed a scream, jumping away and frantically panning around with the light. ‘It was just some hanging moss…’ you took a shaky breath, resting your hand over your racing heart.
You continued on toward the dirt path, brow furrowing. Over the years, you had visited countless abandoned and haunted locations alone in the dead of night, but only a handful of times had you felt so unnerved that you left before dawn set in. This was one of those times. Your mind was yelling at you to run away as fast your legs could carry you, but that seemed like a very bad idea.
It’s like when you come across an aggressive stray dog on the street – if you show fear and run, it’s a natural instinct for it to chase and attack you, but if you remain calm and slowly walk away, not giving it an opening by showing your back, the chance that it will attack is grateful reduced. When you’re being hunted, you have to remain calm and not give the predator what it wants most – the thrill of a chase.
You could feel eyes on you, but you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. The forest felt as if it had come alive – twigs snapping, bushes rustling, leaves scraping against the ground. You were surrounded by noise as if the forest itself was chasing you down. You tried to swallow your fear, keeping the light trained in front of you so you wouldn’t trip.
The dirt path finally turned to concrete and the trees started to thin out. You could see the street lights in the distance, giving off a dull yellow glow. As you walked farther, houses started to appear on either side of the road, getting closer together as you made it farther into town. Aside from the occasional car in the distance, the streets were silent.
The feeling of being watched never left you.
As you walked through town toward your neighborhood, your ears picked up the sound of footsteps behind you. You assumed it was just a teen looking for trouble or someone on their way to work, or perhaps on their way home from work, but as you zigzagged through neighborhood after neighborhood, you came to the realization that the person was following you.
You glanced over your shoulder. The person was thin, standing at about five-six and covered from head to toe in black clothing. They didn’t even try to hide the fact that their brown eyes were fixed on your every movement. Your hand slid into your pocket, fingers brushing over the cold steel of your pocket knife. You had never used it against another human being before… you were prepared to defend yourself if need be, but you would try everything within your power to prevent it from getting that far.
You changed course, sticking to the main road instead of the deserted neighborhoods where everyone slept. There were teens egging houses, a drunk man staggering out of a bar, a woman trying to coax men into a nearby alley, and a conspiracy nut on the corner screaming about the end of the world coming. Even with all of these people around, the man pursuing you didn’t stop.
Almost to your home and not wanting to lead this stranger to your door, you stopped in your tracks, turning around to face him, fear morphing into anger. “Can I help you with something?”
The person said nothing, taking a threatening step forward.
You scowled, lowering your body before launching at him, the heel of your hand forcing their chin up while your knee slammed into their stomach. They cried out in pain, falling back onto the pavement. You brought your foot up to slam against his chest when a familiar voice made you pause.
“Wait, wait, wait! It’s me!”
Blinking, you lowered your foot. “Yao?” Your boyfriend pulled the black mask off, brown hair falling across his shoulders as his face twisted in pain. With a huff, you folded your arms over your chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You scared the daylights out of me, Yao!”
He flinched at your tone. “I wanted you to stop being so reckless. I thought if I scared you, you’d change your mind, aru. Where did you learn to fight like that?”
You frowned, kneeling down beside him and brushing the bangs from his eyes. “You’re usually away on business, so I took a few self-defense courses. Are you okay?”
“I bit my tongue, aru,” he pouted. “Sorry if I scared you, Y/N.”
“I guess I can forgive you,” with a smile, you stood up, offering him your hand.
Once on his feet, he wrapped his arms around your body, lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you~” his hand gripped yours as the two of you headed home, but the feeling of being watched still plagued you.
Standing around the corner was a tall man, red eyes watching the two of you through the holes in the hockey mask. A large blade dangled from his hand, blood dripping from the tip to the puddle near his feet.
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Teen Wolf Zodiac
This isn’t the signs as teen wolf characters. this is which signs I imagine the characters of teen wolf are based on their personalities and how they act.
Lydia Martin — Aries
Lydia’s creative, fiery, independent and stylish. She’s also energetic, and intelligent. Her world is in constant motion. If a new challenge arises, she tackles it full steam ahead. She has a sizzling personality and is creative in unique ways, but she’s also forceful and impulsive, with lots of drama thrown in for good mesure.
Malia Tate — Taurus
Tauruses are known for being stubborn, a trait Malia definitely has. She’s also fierce and loyal to her friends, determined and unfailingly persistent. She’s not usually emotional, but when she snaps it’s like an explosion. Determined, argumentative, and independent, she also chooses her friendships based on quality and not on quantity.
Ethan and Aiden Steiner — Gemini
No, it’s not because they’re twins though that’s a nice coincidence here. Ethan and Aiden can be social, talkative, and whimsical, but they can also be indecisive and nosy. They’re adventurous and reckless, willing to follow any plan no matter how crazy it might sound, but while being fairly adaptable, they’re also very impulsive and unreliable.
Allison Argent — Cancer
Sensitive, protective and sometimes underestimated. Is not coincidence that she was the best matriarch the Argents had in generations. Allison is sweet and tender hearted, loyal to her family and friends but also petulant and has proved to be quite resentful. She’s artistic and creative, kind, dependable and persistent, a true action taker, but also unforgiving and prone to revenge when it comes to her grudges.
Jackson Whittemore — Leo
I bet you saw this coming. Leo people are natural leaders and passionate people. Just like Jackson, they also are dramatic, self-centered and dominant, able to achieve anything they want to in any area of life they commit to. There is a specific strength to a Leo and their "king of the jungle" status. They can be generous and very loyal, but they’re also arrogant, VERY stubborn and inflexible.
Isaac Lahey — Virgo
Isaac is shy, kind and overly critical of himself and others. He pays attention to the smallest details and has a deep sense of humanity. He worries a lot, and although he’s often tender, his heart might be closed for the outer world. This is a sign often misunderstood, not because they lack the ability to express, but because they won’t accept their feelings as valid, true, or even relevant when opposed to reason.
Scott McCall — Libra
Scott is a libra from head to toes. People born under the sign of Libra are peaceful, fair, and they hate being alone. Partnership is very important for them. These individuals are fascinated by balance and symmetry, they are in a constant chase for justice and equality, and hate violence and injustice. This is someone ready to do nearly anything to avoid conflict, keeping the peace whenever possible.
Erica Reyes — Scorpio
Sexy, mysterious, stubborn and passionate. Once Erica has the chance to be herself, unbound, this is what she becomes. Scorpio-born are passionate and assertive people. They are determined and decisive, though they have a tendency to be violent or aggressive in some way. Honesty and loyalty are the two qualities that make Scorpio a great friend. They are quick-witted and intelligent, so they would feel better to be in the company of witty and fun people.
Braeden — Sagittarius
Braeden is strong, independent and open-minded, all great sagittarius traits. She’s also curious and energetic, Sagittarius is extrovert and enthusiastic, they like changes. Sagittarius-born are able to transform their thoughts into concrete actions and they will do anything to achieve their goals. Freedom is their greatest treasure,Because of their honesty, Sagittarius-born are often impatient and tactless when they need to say or do something.
Derek Hale — Capricorn
Derek, as it happened with Scott, seems to be the epitome of his zodiac sign. His positive traits sometimes become his flaws when stretched too far: he’s ambitious and persistent but also relentless, he’s realistic and down-to-earth but it traslates in pessimism. Capricorns guard they emotions very closely, and can be very possessive of their people. Their discipline can be seen as uptightness, but underneath it all they have tender hearts, fierce loyalty and deep love for their family and (very few) friends.
Stiles Stiinski — Aquarius
Stiles is progressive, original, independent and humanitarian but also temperamental and sometimes aloof. Like most aquarius-born, he’s eccentric and energetic they are deep thinkers and highly intellectual people who love helping others. They are able to see without prejudice, on both sides, which makes them people who can easily solve problems.Although they can easily adapt to the energy that surrounds them, Aquarius is an air sign, and as such, uses his mind at every opportunity. If there is no mental stimulation, they are bored and lack a motivation to achieve the best result.
Kira Yukimura — Pisces
Kira is gentle, compassionate, intuitive shy and sensitive. Like most pisces, she’s very friendly. They often find themselves in a company of very different people. Pisces are selfless, they are always willing to help others, without hoping to get anything back, and as a water sign this zodiac sign is characterized by empathy and expressed emotional capacity.
#lydia martin#malia tate#malia hale#ethan steiner#aiden steiner#allison argent#jackson whittemore#isaac lahey#scott mccall#erica reyes#braeden#derek hale#stiles stilinski#kira yukimura#malira#dallison#Sterek#eternal sterek#stalia#stydia#scira#malydia#sciles#scisaac#draeden#scalia#Scallison#stallion#scerek#zodiac
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A wiry, energetic lad with a proclivity for mechanics and mayhem, Jaimison Fawkes - or Jamie, as he prefers to be called - lives by his own rules; even if those rules sometimes go against the law or social norms.
General
Name: Jamison ‘Jamie’ Fawkes
Age: eighteen when joining, currently nineteen
Birthday: June 21st
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: *flaming* homosexual
Nationality: Australian
Occupation: mechanic and explosives expert, Blackwatch/Overwatch affiliated
Personality
-loud
-obnoxious
-cocky
-HIGHLY emotional
-sarcastic, dry humour
-addictive personality
-combative
-crude
-disrespectful
-mouthy
-petty
-stubborn
-dramatic
-immature
-childish at times
-*very* excitable
-generally friendly
-impulsive, shoot first ask questions later
-reckless
-terrible liar
-DO NOT TOUCH HIM OR HIS THINGS WITHOUT PERMISSION
Headcanons
-very hard of hearing (right ear worse than left), can read lips/hear lower tones better EDIT: jamie’s hearing is now worse due to a high fever he suffered in a thread
-is not a fan of wearing his hearing aids and is opposed to corrective surgery/implants EDIT: he now has to wear hearing aids until he can gain the courage needed for surgery
-jamison used to have hazel eyes, but they’ve been a very vivid golden ever since waking up after escaping from talon. he’s not sure what experiment they were trying to conduct on him - knows they didn’t succeed - but sometimes he catches a glimpse of his own gaze in the mirror and wonders what else about him might be different, too
-literal genius iq (mathematics, mechanics, schematics, technology)
-freckle boi
-got that sick floppy/wavy/unkept mohawk going on
-both ears stretched (18mm)
-hydrophobia caused by a near-death drowning incident in his childhood
-never learned to swim
-no liek doctors EDIT: he’s coming around, but still very wary of all medical procedures
-mental health fuckery
- allergic to shellfish; spent many years assuming his reactions were caused by incorrect cooking EDIT: he knows what’s up now
-drooly sleep talky boy when snoozing
-insomniac
-fuck boi extraordinaire
-easily frustrated
-forgets to eat/overeats
-shit memory about things unless he’s particularly interested in them
-lives off of caffeine and never stops moving
-ambidextrous
- prone to motion sickness, particularly seasickness
-he will fucking bite you
-doesn’t understand romance
Background
-grew up in foster care
-excelled in chemistry, math, and mechanics in school, but flunked out of pretty much everything else
-was kicked out of his then current foster home at the age of seventeen when it was discovered that he was stealing chemicals from the school and crafting explosives *”for fun”*
-lived out on the street for a few months and eventually found himself being chased down by the cops after tripping up due to famine and fatigue during an attempted robbery
-in his haste to escape, jamison allowed himself to be lead down a dead-end ally by a stranger who he had *hoped* would be willing to help
-the passage of time stopes completely as his next few waking moments of semi-consciousness were few and far between, though he’s eventually able to piece together through the haze that he was clearly being kept under some sort of sedation
-soon other odd concoctions were being added and injected and Jamison’s conscious regained just enough to gather some information from the medical staff around him:
he’d been captured by some group called Talon and they seem keen on using him as a human test subject - on *”altering his dna”*
-Jamison was slowly able to devise a plan of escape - because there was absolutely *no way* he was going to become some twisted gang’s guinea pig - and does his best to take note of the various items to often line the counters along the perimeter of the room.
some of those things - mixed together and added with a conductor - would be *sure* to make a nice, big boom~
-though it would be nice to say that the day of his *grand escape* went off without a hitch, it certainly did not. not only had it been a struggle to find a way out of the room while under constant surveillance, but he was then confronted with an entire base chalk full of who knows what to navigate. of course the climax of it all had to end in a bang, and it just-so happened to come at the cost of his right leg and the omnic soldier attached to it; fool thought that the kid wouldn’t have the guts to sacrifice himself for his freedom. *bucket of bolts thought wrong*
-*flames, carnage, blood* - Jamison opens his eyes to find himself tucked away in yet another hospital bed, his right leg missing and lines of medical equipment leading to him. a spike on the heart monitor alerts the room’s only other occupant to the alert state of the teen. he speaks. he’s from something called Blackwatch - a ragtag team of ‘heroes’ fighting for a cause much greater than themselves - and apparently has some questions - *and an offer.*
And that’s how things came to be for one Jamison Fawkes. He’d become of an asset to Blackwatch; an informant (albeit not the best, due to his awful memory), a mechanic, and on his way to becoming quite the explosives expert. It’s still not entirely known *what* exactly Talon had done to him, but with a roof over his head and food in his belly, the kid felt better than ever.
He still wanted to make the world pay, of course. Still wanted to force their eyes toward the chaos they had crafted. And now that he had agreed to join Blackwatch? *He had any and all means of doing so.*
Some people just want to watch the world burn. Jamison Fawkes is one of them.
EDIT: jamison lost his right arm in a Talon raid/rescue mission gone bad
APPEARANCE OF PROSTHETICS: black, signature smiley painted in yellow on knee/elbow. no peg leg, but instead the foot looks similar to this
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ok i’ve finally written actual background blurbs for my muses !!! i’m open to any and all connections !!! especially chase lolz — drop a like and i’ll im you !!
ansel elgort. twenty-five. cism. he/him. 3. ––– hey , there's ALEXANDER ANDERSON from AURADON walking past the castle. they’re the OLDEST child of ARIEL & ERIC , isn’t that cool ? talk says they can be pretty STONE COLD, but don’t let that worry you – they can be LOYAL too. say , don’t you think they remind you of golden swords tucked in your belt, waves crashing against the shore during a storm, neon lights in the midst of darkness , or is that just me ? ––– lacey. 21+. she/her. est.
okay ! i'm going to start by writing up a formal background for my most …. annoying muse aka alexander anderson ! heavily inspired by lucas scott & jess mariano ( i'm a big tv girl if you can't tell ) alexander is the eldest child of ariel & eric. early life. he grew up in an incredibly warm household. his mother, as anyone could tell, is one of the kindest souls & he maintained a very close relationship with her/still does. he also learned how to wield a sword from his father eric. however, being the first born might that alexander also felt a lot of pressure from everyone around him. while he did pick up some of his mother's talent for the ocean and speaking to creatures, he actually has no magic abilities or mermaid tendencies. at age seven when this was confirmed, alexander was outwardly disappointed in himself and turned into more of a shell, upset at his lack of abilities. he instead perfected his sword skills and found a love for reading. he cultivated this passion for years, and his favorite thing is to sit by the ocean and read. teenage years. alexander was never a ' reckless teen ' and kept a good facade for his parents, but during his teen years a sense of loneliness really overcame. currently. alexander believes that his future as a prominent family member & heir to a kingdom means that he must maintain an iron fist facade even though on the inside there is a sense of loneliness. he acts like the world is against him, keeps a very tight circle, and came off as rude and icy towards people that don't like him. he's stone cold and uncaring on the outside, but he's just very selective about the people around him. he's distrustful of others, but finds exceptions to those rules.
sydney sweeney. twenty. cisf. she/her. 3. ––– hey , there's ELLA BJORMAN from AURADON walking past the castle. they’re the YOUNGEST child of ANNA & KRISTOFF , isn’t that cool ? talk says they can be pretty IMPULSIVE , but don’t let that worry you – they can be KIND-HEARTED too. say , don’t you think they remind you of toothy grins, dancing to vinyl records, and picnics on the beach , or is that just me ? ––– lacey. 21+. she/her. est.
and now we're off to my baby ! ella is absolutely the baby of her family. growing up as the pristine daddy's girl — she & kristoff were INSEPARABLE. literally, the girl's first words were 100% dada or even ice. early life. being the baby of the bjormans meant she was the most sheltered of her siblings, very close to her dad. however, she was never spoiled — rather she would just want to spend as much time with her family as possible. literally, every since she was little, she just wanted to be outside and play. she loved loved nature. teenage years. ok so ella's not exactly the smartest, and she definitely was someone who would do anything for adventures and the thrill of it. she got her heartbroken again & again because of how easily she would fall in love. but her sense of adventure always got her in trouble making her a bit of the trouble seeker. she never outwardly seeked trouble, but it definitely followed her wherever she went ! her own naive nature got her into much more trouble than she would admit. it turned out that she has a little bit of a lying problem. she also sugar coats bad things, and inadvertently shifts things in her favor. current. she is is actually elated by the idea of being able to meet as many new people as possible, and ella's not afraid to push boundaries and get to know everyone. she's very impulsive and maintains most of her teenage attitudes, making her rather immature compared to some of the other characters.
herman tommeraas. twenty-four. cism. he/him. 2. ––– hey , there's CHASE SPARROW from THE ISLE walking past the castle. they’re the OLDEST child of JACK & ANGELICA , isn’t that cool ? talk says they can be pretty RECKLESS , but don’t let that worry you – they can be DETERMINED too. say , don’t you think they remind you of cigarette smoke, leather gloves against a motorbike, and teenage heartache , or is that just me ? ––– lacey. 21+. she/her. est.
whew boy. first of all, i just start this by saying i was watching the hangover and i was like damn what if i did this. and then i did this. so let the record show the hangover lead to this. chase sparrow is just the worst honestly. early life. everything chase ever learned came from his father. every bad tendency he had was really an extension from his father. this isn't to say he's not close to his mother, he just wanted to be exactly like his father. however, when he turned eleven, his parents sent him away to live with other relatives and he had to adapt quickly. teenage years. chase worked hard to join eden's crew as her nephew — wanting to prove himself. this was when the real trouble really started. he craved adventure and attention—finding passion in things that were heavily frowned upon. the man literally gets a high from being a playboy and getting attention—he's extremely noncommittal. any and all attraction he feels for someone ends once he gets what he wants. even more so, the man is very very into the numbing substances — always high off something when he's not having fun. but he's loyal to his family, his crewmates, and his friends. current. he's definitely still causing trouble, viewing this shift as a time for more. definitely still not out of his college type phase, and definitely still a trouble maker. he has a place to call home thanks to eden, but he's never afraid to mess around.
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home doesn't have an address - a playlist for the losers.
they say we're losers and we're alright with that. we are the leaders of the not coming backs. yeah, we're alright though. we are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene. // i knew from the first time, i'd stay for a long time 'cause i like me better when i'm with you. // i'm standing in this dream, you standing with me. standing in this dream, it's all i need. // so i sit back in my seat, i scribble down something that's sweet about a boy, a girl, an endless stretch of scenery... and i wanna remember this night, and how my words never came out right. // we can talk it so good, we can make it so divine. we can talk it good, how you wish it would be all the time... sharing beds like little kids, laughing 'til our ribs get tough, but that will never be enough. // hey, we're taking on the world. i'll take you where you wanna go. pick you up if you fall to pieces.
a truth so loud you can't ignore. my youth, my youth, my youth. my youth is yours. // i'll shut down the city lights. i'll lie, cheat, i'll beg and bribe to make you well... i'll love you long after you're gone. // and the cynics were outraged, screaming this is absurd, 'cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world... i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you... one day, we will be remembered. // we don't always say what we mean, when we're high off our american teen. // late night spaces with all our friends, you and me, yeah. love these faces, just like how it used to be. and we won't be going home for so long, but i know that i won't be on my own. // this one goes out to my closest friends, the ones who make me feel less alien. i do not think i would be here if not for them... what's another night on mars? with friends like ours, anywhere is home. // when everyone you thought you knew deserts your fight, i'll go with you. i'll go with you, i'll go with you. // our friends are back, so let's raise a tab, 'cause i found someone to carry me home. tonight, we are young, so let's set the world on fire. we can burn brighter than the sun.
do you remember sleeping sitting up and the late night talks in all the states we've been in? i'm finally realizing that home doesn't have an address. // you are my favorite everything, been telling you that since 2015. shut up, i love you, you're my best friend. // we are the reckless, we are the wild youth, chasing visions of our futures... and if you're in love, then you are the lucky one, 'cause most of us are bitter over someone. setting fire to our insides for fun to distract our hearts from ever missing them. // and in the end, i'd do it all again. i think you're my best friend. don't you know that the kids aren't alright? // i made some new friends and they're cool friends, but they don't know what i do, what i got, who i am and who i'm not. i miss my old friends. // you and me got a whole lot of history. we could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen... so don't let it go, we can make some more. we can live forever.
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alex turner. 27. cismale. he/him. the black keys | i can’t believe i just saw RICKY CLARK walking out of cadence records. they’re the VOCALIST / BASSIST from the PUNK group HEATSTROKE who have been in the industry for THREE YEARS. the tabloids love to focus on their COLDHEARTED nature , but they’re also pretty CHARISMATIC and they seem to give off a vibe that reminds people of FRIENDS HOLDING YOU BACK FROM BAR FIGHTS, CUNNING SMIRKS, CRYING FROM RAGE WHEN YOU’RE ALONE.
hello !!! i’m jess, i’m 22, reside in the bst timezone and use she/they pronouns !! i literally only found this rp like two hours before it opened for plotting so excuse me if this intro seems a bit rushed, and i apologize for how late it is. this is the first of my muses, king asshole ricky clark. he’s a damaged angsty boi and i hate / love him. please like this if you’d like to plot, or slide into my IMs!
p.s. we can also plot on discord @ aries baby#7087 and you can check out a pinterest board for ricky here!
trigger warnings: heart disease, loss of a parent, ‘daddy issues’, abandonment, drugs & alcohol mentions, violence implication
BACKGROUND
ricky was born to dirt-poor parents in upstate new york. they had pretty much nothing but the basic necessities but it was v much a “they had each other and that was enough” kinda thing
his mother was his hero, ricky idolized her as she would do anything for him & was a kind, honest woman with a good heart who put every penny she earned into trying to give ricky a good life.
but his dad? quite the opposite. he was a distant, aggressive man with violent tendencies. whenever he was home, he was causing conflict. but most of the time, he wasn’t. it was pretty obvious that he was cheating on ricky’s mom, as well as just generally giving zero shits about his son. he was just an all-around asshole.
his mom was a waitress. she worked very few shifts as she wanted to make sure she could spend a lot of time around her son making sure he had a good upbringing.
when ricky was eleven, she suddenly fell ill with heart disease and her condition deteriorated very quickly. she could no longer work and decided to turn to music as a way of coping, learning to play guitar to keep her spirits up. ricky always took an interest in this and loved listening to her play him his favorite songs in the final years of her life
she ended up passing away before she could see ricky enter his teenage years. in their shared grief he and his father bonded and had a better relationship for a short period, before long he was back to his old tricks again never coming home & ricky had to basically raise himself for a little while, before finally he ended up in the foster care system for the remainder of his teen years
this is where he taught himself how to play the bass guitar his mom had left behind for him, as well as singing and songwriting. he quickly realized why she found such escapism in music.
he was a bit of a ‘bad boy’ archetype at school, who was constantly getting into fights etc but would show a softer side to the other outcast kids, especially the other musicians
foster care is also where he manifested a lot of resentment, anger & hostility after everything he had gone through. he kinda felt like life had dealt him such a shitty hand, and he had so many abandonment issues due to his father’s ways. he struggled to bond with any of his foster families and basically hopped around homes for years, still mourning his mom & acting out as a coping mechanism
so pretty much the second he turned eighteen and could leave foster care he got the hell out of town and headed downstate to new york city with pretty much nothing to his name, telling himself he was off to pursuit a career as a solo musician. he wandered around a bit, going about his life as somewhat of a vagabond living out of cheap motels whilst he struggled to settle.
after a few years spent working shitty 9-5 jobs and almost ending up homeless multiple times, he figured it was time to admit defeat and head back home, as his dreams of becoming a musician hadn’t really took off. he returned to his hometown & found that an old classmate from high school had been advertising around town, for a bassist for his band. it seemed like the perfect opportunity, and ricky jumped on board.
before he could even process it, the band were moving to LA to chase their dreams of making it big. after performing in bars & underground venues, they landed themselves a record deal with cadence
ricky LOVES the fame. he’s finally getting the love, adoration & attention he lacked in his life after his mom died. he’s living the rockstar lifestyle, having fun, and doing whatever he can to feel fulfilled and numb the pain and lasting scars left by his past — which by the way, he’d rather die than open up about.
PERSONALITY
so as is mentioned, the whole thing with his past has made him grow extremely resentful as a person and he has a lot of pent up issues that he bottles up. this makes him extremely stand-offish, short fused, arrogant etc? but the better someone gets to know him the more they’ll see a softer side to him. he’s a complex, multi-dimensional and very guarded person
he’s FIERCELY loyal and will protect his friends at all costs ( yes surprisingly he does have friends ) he’s prepared to fight someone if they’ve done something to hurt his friends
hes a really social guy despite the fact he can be quite intimidating. if you’re not on his bad side he’ll be completely fine with you, like? the main thing that’d get someone onto his bad side would be if they just assumed he was an asshole based on his initial demeanor, without getting to know him
Closed Off Emotionally™ - he basically put up a huge wall so that nobody can see how much the abandonment from his past has got to him but there’s definitely a kinder, damaged boy beneath who just needs time tbh
he lives his life pretty carelessly bc he kinda cant resist the whole idea of a rockstar lifestyle. very reckless i know but can you blame him? the issues of his past are still very much there so he tries to numb the pain in any way he can by drinking and taking drugs tbh, which he knows is unhealthy & he’s trying to stop
actually pretty funny when he wants to be
really competitive
a bicon
when given reason, he can care so deeply about people. it’s so hard for them to see it because of the way he is, but a dead give-away is that if he really cares about someone he will never lie to them. ever
he’s basically just very intense if you couldnt tell already
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6 Summer YA Romances!
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Summer is the perfect time to dive into a nice, lighthearted romance. What’s better than reading a cute contemporary on the beach?
So I’ve compiled a list of 6 YA romances that are perfect for the beach or pool!
Read more for descriptions of each book, plus check out my blog to see 6 Adult Romances that are perfect for summer!
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MY LIFE NEXT DOOR BY HUNTLEY FITZPATRICK
Page Count: 394 pages
Publisher: Dial Books For Young Readers
Release Date: June 14th, 2012
Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble
“The Garretts are everything the Reeds are not. Loud, messy, affectionate. And every day from her rooftop perch, Samantha Reed wishes she was one of them . . . until one summer evening, Jase Garrett climbs up next to her and changes everything.
As the two fall fiercely for each other, stumbling through the awkwardness and awesomeness of first love, Jase’s family embraces Samantha – even as she keeps him a secret from her own. Then something unthinkable happens, and the bottom drops out of Samantha’s world. She’s suddenly faced with an impossible decision. Which perfect family will save her? Or is it time she saved herself?”
This book was one of the first books that got me into contemporaries. I just loved it so much, and I’m hoping to reread it soon. With themes of family, first love, and friendship, how can you not want this as a part of your summer reading list?
THE SUMMER OF CHASING MERMAIDS BY SARAH OCKLER
Page Count: 416 pages
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Release Date: June 2nd, 2015
Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble
“The youngest of six talented sisters, Elyse d’Abreau was destined for stardom – until a boating accident took everything from her. Now, the most beautiful singer in Tobago can’t sing. She can’t even speak.
Seeking quiet solitude, Elyse accepts a friend’s invitation to Atargatis Cove[…]Christian Kane is a notorious playboy – insolent, arrogant, and completely charming. He’s also the only person in Atargatis Cove who doesn’t treat Elyse like a glass statue. He challenges her to express herself, and he admires the way she treats his younger brother, Sebastian, who believes Elyse is the legendary mermaid come to life.When Christian needs a first mate for the Cove’s high-stakes Pirate Regatta, Elyse reluctantly stows her fear of the sea and climbs aboard. The ocean isn’t the only thing making waves, though – swept up in Christian’s seductive tide and entranced by the Cove’s charms, Elyse begins to wonder if a life of solitude isn’t what she needs. But changing course again means facing her past. It means finding her inner voice. And scariest of all, it means opening her heart to a boy who’s best known for breaking them…”
This book is the epitome of a beach read. Cute romance, strong (and diverse!) characters, and that must-have beach aesthetic!
ALEX, APPROXIMATELY BY JENN BENNETT
Page Count: 388 pages
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Release Date: April 4th, 2017
Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble
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“Classic movie fan Bailey “Mink” Rydell has spent months crushing on a witty film geek she only knows online as Alex. Two coasts separate the teens until Bailey moves in with her dad, who lives in the same California surfing town as her online crush.
Faced with doubts (what if he’s a creep in real life—or worse?), Bailey doesn’t tell Alex she’s moved to his hometown. Or that she’s landed a job at the local tourist-trap museum. Or that she’s being heckled daily by the irritatingly hot museum security guard, Porter Roth—a.k.a. her new archnemesis. But life is a whole lot messier than the movies, especially when Bailey discovers that tricky fine line between hate, love, and whatever it is she’s starting to feel for Porter.
And as the summer months go by, Bailey must choose whether to cling to a dreamy online fantasy in Alex or take a risk on an imperfect reality with Porter. “
Jenn Bennett has become one of my all-time favorite YA contemporary writers. Her books are cute, fun, but realistic and not completely lighthearted. I honestly could have included any of her books here, but Alex, Approximately is definitely the most “summer romance”-y of the bunch. However, if you’ve already read it and haven’t picked up any of her other books, I highly recommend them!
SMALL TOWN HEARTS BY LILLIE VALE
Page Count: 336 pages
Publisher: Swoon Reads
Release Date: March 19th, 2019
Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble
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“Fresh out of high school, Babe Vogel should be thrilled to have the whole summer at her fingertips. She loves living in her lighthouse home in the sleepy Maine beach town of Oar’s Rest and being a barista at the Busy Bean, but she’s totally freaking out about how her life will change when her two best friends go to college in the fall. And when a reckless kiss causes all three of them to break up, she may lose them a lot sooner. On top of that, her ex-girlfriend is back in town, bringing with her a slew of memories, both good and bad.
And then there’s Levi Keller, the cute artist who’s spending all his free time at the coffee shop where she works. Levi’s from out of town, and even though Babe knows better than to fall for a tourist who will leave when summer ends, she can’t stop herself from wanting to know him. Can Babe keep her distance, or will she break the one rule she’s always had – to never fall for a summer boy?“
I know I talk about this book a lot, but there’s a reason for it!! It’s an LGBTQ+ contemporary romance dealing with friendships and friendship-break-ups, all in a small beach town. It’s basically everything I ever wanted in a book, so of course, I won’t stop talking about it! You really need to read this one. Trust me.
[ Related: Interview with Lillie Vale, Author of Small Town Hearts ]
YOU’D BE MINE BY ERIN HAHN
Page Count: 304 pages
Publisher: Wednesday Books
Release Date: April 2nd, 2019
Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble
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“Annie Mathers is America’s sweetheart and heir to a country music legacy full of all the things her Gran warned her about. Superstar Clay Coolidge is most definitely going to end up one of those things.
But unfortunately for Clay, if he can’t convince Annie to join his summer tour, his music label is going to drop him. That’s what happens when your bad boy image turns into bad boy reality. Annie has been avoiding the spotlight after her parents’ tragic death, except on her skyrocketing YouTube channel. Clay’s label wants to land Annie, and Clay has to make it happen.
Swayed by Clay’s undeniable charm and good looks, Annie and her band agree to join the tour. From the start fans want them to be more than just tour mates, and Annie and Clay can’t help but wonder if the fans are right. But if there’s one part of fame Annie wants nothing to do with, it’s a high-profile relationship. She had a front row seat to her parents’ volatile marriage and isn’t interested in repeating history. If only she could convince her heart that Clay, with his painful past and head over heels inducing tenor, isn’t worth the risk.“
This book is so good. I will warn you- it’s definitely the least summery of the bunch, but that’s mostly because it’s not quite as lighthearted. There are some heavier topics discussed in this book, but trust me when I say it handles them so well. This is the perfect book to pick up if you’re looking for something a little darker to break up your lighter reads!
DON’T DATE ROSA SANTOS BY NINA MORENO
Page Count: 336 pages
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
Release Date: May 14th, 2019
Purchase Options: Amazon, Indiebound, Barnes and Noble
“Rosa Santos is cursed by the sea-at least, that’s what they say. Dating her is bad news, especially if you’re a boy with a boat.
But Rosa feels more caught than cursed. Caught between cultures and choices. Between her abuela, a beloved healer and pillar of their community, and her mother, an artist who crashes in and out of her life like a hurricane. Between Port Coral, the quirky South Florida town they call home, and Cuba, the island her abuela refuses to talk about.
As her college decision looms, Rosa collides – literally – with Alex Aquino, the mysterious boy with tattoos of the ocean whose family owns the marina. With her heart, her family, and her future on the line, can Rosa break a curse and find her place beyond the horizon?”
Confession Time! I haven’t actually read this book yet. I know, I’m ashamed, but it is on my summer TBR!!! Because everyone has said wonderful things about this book, and it seems like such a perfect beach read, I had to include it on this list. I mean, look at that cover? Does that not scream summer??
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Distance of the Falling Sun
A Kuroko no Basuke fanfic.
Pairing: Aomine x Kise
Rating: G
Summary: Sometimes, Kise wonders why he even tries. Because it kind of hurts whenever he finds himself chasing after the bright streak that Aomine leaves behind.
Notesy-notes: Gifted this to my dear friend, @digimondestined because I thought she might like Teiko!Aokise with some angst and a little bit of Aho-reverence.
Inspired by this. Prompted by this.
Read on Ao3
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Ten.
It takes ten years and four for Kise Ryouta to find the person, only ten seconds to fall in love.
He never expects that meeting his love would hurt—a basketball thrown into the back of his head—and when he turns around, his gaze fixes on sun-kissed skin, the color of bronze, a shock of hair the color of deep blue ocean. He never expects to be caught off-guard by the husky lilt on the boy’s tone, as he says Kise’s name with enthusiasm and familiarity, as if he’d known Kise for a long time. He never expects himself to be drawn towards the basketball gym—to where the boy headed—and see said boy battle out several opponents with quick, calculated, almost graceful movements as he strides about across the court, ball in hand, bouncing to the ground in a rhythmic tempo. Kise stands rooted to the spot, seconds turning to minutes. Within him, a spark is lit; soon, it’s a wild fire blazing as he watches the boy pull his weight, spring into the air, and slam the ball effortlessly inside the hoop with a smooth and quiet swoosh. He catches the boy’s expression and it holds the light of the sun.
Kise is captivated.
“I’d like to join the basketball club!” Later, Kise tells everyone in that gym. He’s never been so sure of anything in his life.
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Nine.
For the nine, unbearably long school days he’s waited, the in-between two weeks before gets to join first string.
Kise is a little disappointed, a little exasperated that he has to start from the ground up before he can join the regulars, before he can finally play with the blue-haired boy (and well, with the rest).
He learns that the boy’s name is Aomine. Right after third string practice, Kise never fails to drop by the first string gym and watch the regulars—they always put on extra time, always staying longer and Kise can’t help contain the excitement he feels, when he sees how passionate and devoted his teammates are. And then his eyes stay glued to the tanned teenager for the rest of the time, picking out moves, techniques, style. Sometimes, Aomine just steals his breath by simply dunking a ball.
Kise admires from afar and it’s like looking up into the skies of endless blue-- Aomine, talent and all, seems too far, too high, too unreachable. Yet it fuels Kise’s desire to be good enough to share the court with Aomine someday soon.
When his time finally came, Kise manages to keep a cool exterior, schools his features just enough so he won’t look too giddy and stupid when the team manager ushers him to the first string gym, but deep down, his heart drums with exhilaration. Finally, the time has come.
“That’s amazing.” He hears Aomine say. Kise’s heart flutters a little inside his chest.
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Eight.
Eight weeks later, Kise finds himself well-assimilated into the club, into the sport. Practice can be grueling, but basketball has been anything but dreary—he’s quite sure he’ll stay for a long, long time, maybe, even for good. There are lots of new things to learn, Kise’s got a huge room for improvement, the mechanics of the sport always posing a challenge to him. Not to mention, he has to work doubly hard if he wants to keep up with Murasakibara, Akashi, Midorima and Aomine. Especially with Aomine, who seems to be getting stronger and faster every day.
In eight weeks, Kise gets to hang out with a rather eclectic crowd of people, and he finds them infinitely more interesting than the bimbos who always crowd his social space, fawning even over the smallest things he does—Kise could be rolling his eyes at them and these fan girls would still worship the ground he walks on.
In eight weeks, he’s played his first official match, with lanky, little Kuroko showing him a valuable lesson, enough for him to pay the teal-haired teen a considerable amount of respect despite Kuroko’s below par basketball skills.
In eight weeks, he’s played countless one-on-one matches with Aomine and has never won a single game.
Play. Lose. Repeat. They throw him sorry looks and Kise is well-aware that the others misconstrue him as a masochist already, because why would anyone want to be repeatedly beaten to the dust by the Ace of the Generation of Miracles?
Yet Kise gets up every time, a smile tugging on his lips, as he looks up at Aomine and declares, “one more”.
What they don’t understand is how every defeat pushes Kise to discover more of his potential. Because if he wants to get better, he has to go against the best.
Aomine just smirks, throws Kise the ball and puts on a defensive stance. There’s even a hint of amusement in his ocean-blue eyes and for whatever it means, Kise finds himself wanting of a way to overcome, finds it endearing even, finds himself drawn to the fire more than ever.
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Seven.
Kise thinks and comes up with reasons:
Aominecchi is mean.
Aominecchi is loud, and headstrong, and just likes to fool around. He loves provoking people, Kise particularly, and when Aominecchi is in detention, it’s most likely that he ends up in detention as well.
Aominecchi is lazy--he likes to sleep, likes to skip cleaning duties, likes to run late for practice. What an irresponsible jerkface.
Aominecchi swears a lot.
Aominecchi is an idiot, his grades are miserable. (Not that he’s any better).
Aominecchi just loves smacking his head, pushing him, throwing him the ball too hard when he’s not looking. Not a day passes by without Aominecchi and him bickering, trading bruises and bumps here and there, and it’s sometimes bothersome because Kise likes to keep his body and face (especially his face) flawless.
Aominecchi is just plain annoying.
Kise stops on the seventh. He has plentiful more reasons to hate on Aomine but he cannot bring himself to add more, just as he considers other things as well.
Because Aomine may be all of the above but childishness aside, he actually has a kind heart. He’s very protective of Momoi, he’s been a steadfast support to Kuroko, and sometimes Aomine even shows a bit of concern for Kise, too, coaxing him to eat more “or he’ll be a liability to the team if he’s too weak” and carelessly throws off comments like, “Your eye bags make you look uglier, Kise. You should sleep some.”
Aomine is fun. He’s a concentrated bundle of energy that couldn’t sit still. He’s reckless and spontaneous. Adventure sings in his veins that when Kise hears the call, he just can’t help but be pulled and lured into some irresistible exploit with Aomine. Even if it lands them both into trouble.
Aomine is honest. Often, he’s an idiot who blurts out things without thinking. But he doesn’t sugarcoat, doesn’t just say things to please anybody.
And Aomine’s not bad-looking. Not at all.
The mess of contradictions that is Aomine Daiki. Kise ponders these things in his heart most of the time, maybe so much more than he’s aware of. Lately, his day dreams are filled to the brim with the blue of Aomine’s eyes, the sharpness of Aomine’s smirk, the storm that’s born on his skin where Aomine’s touch has accidentally or intentionally made contact.
No, he tells himself.
No, he pleads with himself. Because he can’t be falling in love with Aomine.
The realization terrifies Kise.
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Six.
Unstoppable, precise, effortless as always. Kise marvels in awe, a stare lingering a tad bit too long at the wearer of jersey number 6, after he scores another basket despite having been marked by three of the players from the opposing team.
Before Kise’s feet move in step closer to the Teiko Power Forward so he can voice out a compliment for the Ace, Aomine has already rushed to Kuroko’s side to give the Phantom Sixth Man a fist bump. Kise watches as the two share meaningful smiles, the clarity of the message traded across is almost glaring despite the lack of words.
As Aomine became the brightest point where all of Kise’s fantasies, hope and admiration come together, Kise also has soon become aware of his rightful place in Aomine’s world. Aomine’s light is blinding indeed, but not blinding enough for Kise to unsee where it shines at.
It’s Tetsu. Always at his Tetsu.
They’re light and shadow after all, inseparable like the yin and yang.
--x--
Kise is often told he’s beautiful. It’s not quite strange when people say he’s bright, talented, special. Yet when he looks at Kuroko, Kise sees everything that Aomine wants; Kise looks at himself in the mirror and sees that he’ll never be enough.
There are times when he’d be willing to give anything just to be in Kuroko’s shoes.
While Kise often finds himself at the receiving end of Aomine’s profanities, there’s never a single harsh word for Kuroko. While Aomine pokes fun at Kise’s skills despite his enormous improvement since that day he started playing, there’s always fond encouragement for Kuroko, who is perpetually stuck with an abysmal aim and weak stamina. While Kuroko always gets friendly taps on the shoulder, casual fist bumps and resounding high-fives, Kise gets kicked, smacked, hit by the ball and laughed at.
The more he sees, the more Kise learns that grief is really just love, a burst of emotion that demands to rush, to flow out, but cannot. He learns that it’s just love that pools at the edges of his eyes, it’s just love that brings the dull ache in his chest. Kise learns that grief is just love with no place to go.
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Five.
It’s been five days since Kise decided to keep his distance. The sudden break from his usual routine leaves a strange, hallowed feeling within the confines of his heart, but at the same time, he’s washed over with relief, knowing that he’s stopped himself in time before more damage is done.
To keep the hurt at bay, he signs up for more modeling jobs and tells his teammates that he’s swamped with work so he’ll have an excuse to cut basketball practice shorter and leave school as soon as possible. During lunch, Kise gets to sit again with the bimbos who melt at his feet with just a bat of his eye lash, who laugh at the corniest joke he tells. He lets himself laugh a little too loudly at his own joke, without sparing a glance at the table where he used to be, where the famed Miracles are. He’s stopped sending funny memes or random messages to his teammates and only speaks to any of them when spoken to. Kuroko he can handle but dealing with Aomine is an entirely different matter. Kise stays as far as he can, promises himself that he’ll never sit beside the Ace during the classes they share, vows not to ask for a one-on-one again, even if it kills him not to.
It can’t be helped, Kise reasons with himself, that he has to shut off his friends at the basketball club, while being fully aware of the unfairness of his decisions, especially to Aomine and Kuroko. Though he’s grown to love basketball so much, Kise contemplates that the best course of action is to quit altogether, because everything and everyone reminds him of the pain he wants to get away from.
He’s fading.
It’s better this way.
In a short span of days, Kise lets all the bridges burn slowly, slowly, leaving behind a trail of numbing emptiness at its wake.
--x--
Making up some stupid excuse to skip basketball practice later, Kise finds Nijimura-senpai right after first period, tells his senior that he’s feeling a little bit under the weather. The Captain gives him a probing stare, Kise almost chokes out into confession as he’s sure senpai sees through his lie, but thankfully, the Captain had let Kise get away without asking questions.
Time dragged on. Last period took forever to end. At the sound of the final bell, Kise gets up from his chair, straps up his bag on his shoulders, but before he can fully exit the classroom, somebody has grabbed his right arm.
Aomine demanded for Kise to stay, fingers tight around the blond’s wrist, while he glowered at everybody else to leave the room immediately.
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Four.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Aomine’s question resounds against the four walls of the empty room, making Kise reel, the shock of this sudden confrontation almost constricting him. Kise peers up at the other boy under thick lashes but he can never hold Aomine’s gaze for too long. He swallows the lump in his throat, opens his mouth to say something, but Aomine cuts in, as if reading his mind.
“And don’t you dare give me that ‘I’ve no idea what you’re talking about’ crap. Get to the point.”
With naked panic settling at the pit of his stomach, Kise stalls. He keeps glancing on his shoes, lets his fingers fumble on the hem of his uniform before whispering, “I’m just busy with work, is all.”
The reply comes by way of a familiar snort.
Kise bites his bottom lip. With nothing more to say and nowhere else to go, he wishes so badly for the ground to swallow him up.
And Aomine waits and observes Kise with impatient eyes. Between them, a tensed silence stretches for seconds, for an eternity too long.
Finally, Aomine lets out an audible sigh like a huge weight has to get off of his chest, too.
“I’m sorry,” Aomine says quietly, making Kise’s head snap up. “Sorry I’m mean to you… and I said a lot of stupid things to you before. And I’m sorry for all the times I hurt you…”
“Just don't…” There’s an obvious break in Aomine’s voice as he lets the last of his words hang, like it’s taking him such effort to pull their meaning out of his mouth. “…I wish you'd stop pulling away from me.”
Oh.
With emotions astir, Kise gives in, lets himself break down, tears pouring like rain down his cheeks.
“…Not Aominecchi’s fault…” Kise mumbles, lips quivering. “…it’s me.”
He finds the courage to finally meet Aomine’s eyes, finds the strength to admit the truth without holding anything back.
“I’m in love with Aominecchi. So, so much. But it’s Kurokocchi that you like so… yeah.”
The pain of saying it all out loud makes Kise weak on the knees, he holds on to a nearby chair to steady himself. Desperate to find even a morsel of comfort in the silence that followed, Kise lets the revelation sink in between him and Aomine, as he tries not to mind the dull ache that begins throbbing in his chest.
But Aomine, though caught off-guard, has to say otherwise, his own feelings becoming a jumbled mess as he rushes out to explain that Tetsu’s just his friend and nothing more, that he’s annoyed at Kise for making stupid assumptions and jumping hastily to conclusions, and also quite sorry that Kise reads them that way.
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Three.
Aomine launches into a mouthful of words but Kise hears the only three that matter.
“I love you.”
And he says it again and again, stealing Kise’s breath away, luring Kise’s feet to dash into Aomine, making him fall with abandon into Aomine’s waiting arms. And among other things, Kise is grateful that Aomine has let him sob on his chest, because right there Kise finds rest as warm arms circle around him, a reassuring hand finding its way to gently stroke the back of his head.
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Two.
The two of them are idiots in love, this, Kise is sure. He lifts his head and meets Aomine’s face with a smile. Happiness sweeps across Aomine’s features too, as he thumbs softly on the skin under Kise’s eyes, wiping away his tears.
“If only you told me sooner,” Aomine tells him with a smirk, their faces only inches away from each other.
“Excuse me, but you should’ve said something too.” Kise shoots back.
“Are we bickering again?”
“We’re not.”
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One.
Aomine presses one kiss on Kise’s lips—quick and obviously in want of experience: chaste, gentle, but intense enough to lift his feet a little off the ground, making his heartbeat roar in his ears, making everything dissolve away, making time halt into stillness.
When he meets Aomine’s eyes again, Kise lets himself stare just a bit longer as he commits this moment in his memory, basking in the bright light that has ultimately lead his heart home.
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-END-
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Anton’s Terrifically Terrible Day
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The job was an easy one, simply keep an eye on things, monitor the servants, and enforce the rules. This would be fun. If anyone stepped out of line, he had permission to punish them. Not too harshly ofcourse...maybe a little nip or making them sleep on the floor for a week. Anton enjoyed the extra power; getting as close as he could without actually touching them, looming in the door frame and threatening bodily harm.
His day was terrific, and he found himself smiling as he drank directly from a wine bottle filled with the blood of a servant who had greatly displeased the family. An attempted poisoning with liquid silver. Human had been bled dry, heart and arteries removed, and their skull was on display in the infamous room of former workers.
Anton hummed a little tune as he eyed a young man named Richard that hurried to finish the mopping.
“You missed a spot, friendo.” he pointed a claw to an area that had just been mopped thoroughly.
Richard stopped and stared down before glancing at Anton.
“I just mopped that. I didn’t miss anything.”
Anton raised an eyebrow at the human’s tone.
“I don’t think I like how you’re talking to me....remember your place.”
A dull flash of light came from the human. And a teenager was in Richard’s place, possibly 16 or so. He staggered back, yelping. Then he focused on Anton, backing away from the vampire and out of the room.
“Friendo....I don’t know why that happened, but I don’t appreciate you walking away from me.”
He got up, but the human had vanished into a secret passage. Damn....he’d have to give chase. Not that he minded. Chase was all part of the fun. Voices were nearby. Apparently several servants were now teens. How quaint. Whatever magic was at play, was working in his favor. Mortal teenagers were stupid and reckless. A group of about 4 spotted him, and darted behind a large portrait of Armando.
Anton shook his head. Well, if it was hide and seek they wanted, they would be getting it full throttle. Grinning, he stepped into the passage.
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Richard and another servant named Ellie fumbled with the saw, hearing the steady and heart stopping footfalls of Anton. He was not yelling in anger, or stomping around; unlike his half brother. No. It was the patient stride of a self assured demon. Though they knew he would not be allowed to harm them much, Anton’s capabilities were nightmarish to even consider.
“Hurry, he’s coming!” Richard tugged on Ellie’s arm.
“Almost...got it!” she flew with him down the passage.
Anton reached the narrow stair case, growling like a jungle beast. He could smell his targets fear and it was delicious. A few steps later, he heard the cracking of wood, and a moment after that, he plummeted right through the stairs; crashing several yards below into dust and long forgotten crates.
Clawing his way out, he heard the sound of teens laughing. Had they....had they done this?.....Anton jumped up through the hole he had created, landing in another part of the passage; cracking his neck. Fools. They thought they could prank him?
Strolling out from the space, Anton came into a bedroom; tripping on some twine and falling face first onto the hardwood floor. He tried standing, but found the surface to be slick with oil. Richard was staring at him from the doorway.
“Guess I missed a spot, didn’t I?”
Anton bared his teeth, shaking his head.
“Friendo....I would run if I were you....” it took him several attempts to stand, and Richard was long gone.
The vampire kept his eyes peeled for any signs of twine, oil, or partially sawed through stairs. But he found none. Chuckling, he peered around, sniffing the air. The water was running in the kitchen, but once he ventured in, no one was present. The floor was partially flooded. A toaster on an extension cord was tossed at his feet from unseen hands.
Jolts of electricity wracked Anton’s body. His hair frizzed up and he was forced to retreat. Shaking and twitching, the vampire coughed, feeling his disheveled hair was rage. Scooting back, the vampire steadied himself on the couch.
“When I get my claws on you all-”
Something hot, black, and viscous fell on him. Tar. Screeching, Anton prepared himself to leap onto the balcony. They would be drained. Each and every one of them. Armando could get a new housekeeping staff. The tar finished, and the sound of pillows being shook followed. A shower of feathers now covered him.
(Part 1)
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