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liaromancewriter · 1 year

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Every Day

Premise: Cassie shows Ethan she’s ready to move past the miscarriage and look to the future.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 710

A/N: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge March prompt “Smile”. Using @choicesflashfics week 24, prompt 1 & 3 (in bold). I'm also using story starter prompts (no.9) from @creativepromptsforwriting for an anon request. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills Latest art commission from the amazing Art by Ainna on Instagram!

She had made a promise to him that she would probably break today. Cassie Valentine knew her husband was worried about her despite her assertions that she was fine. But there was a reason why Ethan Ramsey had been one of the country’s top diagnosticians. Nothing got past him.

Ever since that fateful day last month, she had thrown herself into her work. Between her responsibilities as head of Edenbrook’s Diagnostics team and polishing up the manuscript for her book, she made sure every hour of every day was accounted for.

Anything to not have time to think about what she’d lost. The baby they had lost.

But she was so tired of being sad. It wasn’t her natural habitat.

The Cassie she knew enjoyed watching panda videos on Pictagram, dancing to a fun song with the love of her life even when he grumbled, and laughing. She missed the warmth of a good laugh.

So, today she was determined to get back to who she was. Being stubborn will get you nowhere, she told herself. It was time to look forward.

As Cassie poked inside the fridge, she pushed back the long sleeves of a blue shirt she’d borrowed from Ethan’s closet. It was her favorite color on him, harking back to their first meeting. Today, she wanted to be reminded of that. And everything they were to each other.

The first phase was cooking a lazy Sunday morning breakfast they could linger over. During the week, their respective duties at the hospital kept them busy. But from the beginning of their relationship, Sunday had been theirs to do whatever they wanted together.

The morning sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, its rays brightening the kitchen. Music drifted from the Bluetooth speakers, the playlist set to shuffle. Cassie’s hips shimmied to the music as she plated bacon and eggs and carried the platter to the kitchen island.

She was pouring orange juice when Ethan’s hands slipped around her waist from behind. She leaned back against him, savoring the heat of his body surrounding her. Angling her head to give him access, she shivered as he trailed kisses down her neck.

“Good morning,” his deep voice rumbled, turning her to face him.

Cassie smiled up at Ethan, a familiar mischievous twinkle in her green eyes as she scanned his body from head to toe. His chest was bare; his dark blue sleep pants hung off his hips in a way that was entirely too appealing for words.

Her arms circled his shoulders, and she stretched on her toes to kiss his mouth, a soft brush of lips. He deepened the embrace, and his hands clutched her sides.

Cassie broke away first, whispering against his lips. “Thank you.”

When he quirked one eyebrow in confusion, she explained. “I know I haven’t been myself these last few weeks. I appreciate your patience despite the fact that it doesn’t come naturally to you. I love you even more for it.”

“You’re a mess. But you’re my mess,” Ethan quipped in such a deadpan manner that Cassie doubled over in laughter.

“I’ve missed that laugh,” he said wistfully.

Cassie stilled at the sentiment as much as the words. She reached for his hand and laced their fingers together.

“I’ve missed us,” she confessed. “I promise you that I’m going to work at being fine. We have each other, and that’s what matters.”

Ethan squeezed her hand in comfort, in acknowledgment, in love.

“Dance with me,” she said when the music on the speakers changed to something soft and romantic.

She held out her hand, and he took it, gracefully pulling her into his arms. Cassie looped one arm around his neck, and Ethan rested his hand on her lower back. He clasped her free hand and placed it on his shoulder, covering it with his.

And then they were dancing, their bodies rhythm perfectly matching the song. When he dipped her dramatically, his strong hand sweeping along her back, her joyous laughter bounced off the walls.

As they continued to dance around the kitchen, blue eyes locked with green, Cassie’s heart lifted at the thought of spending all her days with Ethan. Love like this was surely worth everything.

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disease · 6 months

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CURSES // SURRENDER [ROMANTIC FICTION, 2018]

#audio #curses #EBM #cold wave #dark disco #new beat #dischi autunno #romantic fiction #techno #post-punk #electronic #music

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fizzigigsimmer · 5 months

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To B, With Love: Chapter 22

💕 Moodboard by @prettyboylikeyousteve 💕

Genre: A/B/O Mail Order Bride Au!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Harringrove

Summary: Steve, a society omega travels west to marry the cowboy who answered his matrimony ad. The problem? Billy isn’t the one who was actually writing to him. That was his ward, Max who is determined to find her stubborn alpha brother a mate.

Preview: Steve takes his first stab at running a household and makes an enemy while Billy realizes he might have been too lenient with his. Back in Hawkins, Nora deals with the fallout of Douglas' discovery, and makes a discovery of her own - she's got nerve.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #harringrove fic #steve x billy #alpha beta omega #alpha omega #alpha billy hargrove #omega steve harrington #cowboy billy hargrove #society belle steve Harrington #western au #western romance #mail order bride #romantic fiction #bodice ripper #to b with love #fizzi writes fic

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princess-of-thieves-id · 7 months

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Ever had a day where nothing went right? It seems that Noar, Inara, and Arik all are!

“Inara, you are being irrational. In less than twenty-four hours you are to be married, you cannot just run off!” The Princess’ best friend Leona said to her over the phone.

“Ah, yes, let me marry a man I don’t know and have never laid eyes on. No. I will let you know when I get somewhere safe. I need to go.” Before her friend could argue more, Inara hung up the phone. She had preparations to make. There were two guards outside the door to her suite. Who knew how many lined the halls of her father’s castle. However, for the past week, she had mapped out the exact escape route she was going to use to get the fuck out of dodge before she was tied to life to some mewling Prince from a country her father wanted peace with. Daddy could work out the details later.

Little did Inara know that the Prince’s family had anticipated her escape, or at least an attempt to. While her father had put guards everywhere not only to make sure she did her “daughterly duty”, but also to make sure that no one interfered; the Prince’s family had assigned one special guard, Arik, to the Princess. Adept at hiding in shadows, he was often in the room with her without her even knowing it. During her phone conversation with Leona was one such time.

There was only one problem, Arik was the best friend of Prince Diyan. Due to this, he knew that the Prince didn’t want the wedding either. Would letting the Princess escape be the worst thing to happen if he made sure that she was not harmed? It was something he was having to consider while watching her change into all black and put her hair up in some kind of bun.

In the end, his loyalty to his best friend won out. Diyan didn’t want the ceremony, neither did Inara. Why should they be forced? Diyan was fully capable of brute force strengthing his way out of things, but the Princess seemed to have worked out how to do it too. If he kept her alive, maybe he could keep his head when this was all over. There was no doubt that Diyan would step in for him, at least Arik hoped so.

Out the window, along the stone ledge, up the clay drain pipe, across a roof, down onto another room, another, another, and Arik caught up with the Princess. A hand over her mouth kept them both from being discovered. “You want out of here, I can help. I’m supposed to keep an eye on you, but I know that a marriage isn’t what the Prince wants either. Let me keep you safe, and I’ll go with you.”

Inara considered her options. The only one that wasn’t going to get her locked up in the gilded cage she’d been in since birth was to go along with him. She nodded, and the hand over her mouth was removed. “Fine, but can we GO?!” If they had not been trying to evade trained soldiers Arik would have argued more with her. Instead he got in front of her and motioned with his head to have her follow. He’d help her with any obstacles and reduce the chance of injury. For her part, he had to hand it to Inara, she was in good shape, they made great time, and by the time they had slipped away from the castle and into the darkened streets of the surrounding city, she had even picked up shadow jumping like he did to conceal himself.

Another two hours and they were outside of the city. They had four hours till sunup, just enough time to make it to the next town where there was a port. If they can get on a vessel before it sets sail at dawn, they will be able to slip out to another kingdom with no one the wiser. Most of the ships dock at the next kingdom, or one over from that, so at most a day’s boat ride from where they are. They can do that easily without provisions. Arik and Inara talk in hushed tones and whispers as they move, helping one another in the darkness so they do not have to use light and give away their flight from the castle.

Much quicker than they had anticipated, they were in the next town, which fortuitously was a port. Even more so for them was the fact that there were several boats moored in the port. It would seem that they might have their choice of vessels to stow away on and make their escape, hopefully before anyone back in the castle realized that Inara was missing.

Taking a position off to the side of the loading area of the port, they watched the movements of the crew for each of the vessels. It was clear that one was much closer to leaving than the others. That would be the one they would take. With at least one royal army that would soon be searching for them, the last thing they wanted to do was remain where they could be easily found. No doubt Arik would also have a price on his head for “letting” her escape. If it was found out he helped her, possibly death if Diyan didn’t save him.

As soon as the coast was clear, they kept to the shadows and were quickly aboard. Inara let Arik lead, as he seemed more familiar with vessels than she was, and he quickly found a storage room where he was able to find a space between a few palettes of supplies where they could hide. Now they would just have to hope the voyage was either a short one or that they were able to pilfer rations till the next harbor where they could make their exit and figure out what to do next. Hopefully Arik would be able to then get ahold of Diyan and gain his assistance.

The first hitch in their plans came shortly after they felt vessel lift anchor, the gentle sway as it rolled with gentle waves and movement giving that notice. At the wrong moment, Arik sneezed. There was no way to cover the sound, and there were too many other people in the store room for it to be missed. Even keeping to shadows and moving as much as they could, it was less than fifteen minutes before they were found. Arik was knocked unconscious, Inara only had her hands bound.

Up to the Captain’s Office they were taken. “Sir, we have stowaways. If we go back, those soldiers that we were told were coming will be there and we risk arrest. What do you want to do with them?” The leader of those holding them asked. He was partial to throwing them overboard and letting the fish deal with them.

Captain Noar sighed heavily and ran a hand through his long hair. This was the last thing they needed. They already had at least a legion on their tale. "Fuck! How many?"

"Two, sir. Man and woman," was the reply he got. At least it wasn’t more, two they might be able to deal with.

"Bring them in. Let's see if we can do something with them or we're going ro add murder at sea to our charges." Noar was going to kill someone by the end of the day, he knew it. Could just one thing go right?

The man nodded and headed out, returning a few minutes later all but dragging Inara and another man literally dragging Arik. This is when a bigger hitch in their plans happened.

As soon as Noar saw Arik his whole demeanor changed. Anger filled his face and he cleared the room of all but Inara and the still unconscious Arik. Inara soon was backing up as the six foot four inch Noar was stalking towards her.

"What is the meaning of coming on my ship?! Who the fuck are you?!" Before Inara could even answer she was against the wall by her throat. Her hands were bound, she was at his mercy.

Hoping he would not recognize her middle name, Inara decided to give that instead of her first. She was already a hostage, but if the Captain thought he could get a massive amount of money for her, it could get worse. It wouldn't be the first time it happened, and none of the previous ones had been pleasant.

"I'm Renisa, he's a friend of mine. We're running from our parents." She started to shake and cry. The Captain’s brown eyes seemed to be trying to bore holes into her. "We just picked the first ship leaving port to get off land fastest." Her voice shook and her breathing was getting faster, slowly black was beginning to cloud the edges of her vision.

“Why shouldn’t I just have you and your friend thrown overboard? I need a reason to keep you alive, Miss Renisa. This isn’t some kind of floating charity.” Noar was resisting the urge to squeeze. These two were completely fucking up all fo his plans without realizing. Since Arik was unconscious, his friend was going to be the one to take the brunt of Noar’s rage over it. Not necessarily her fault, but sucked it be her.

"Unless you would like another scar to match the one on your left, you will remove your hand from her throat and apologize for touching her." Arik's voice came from behind Noar. He had a knife to his back and was prepared to stab him if need be. He'd honestly prefer not to, but if pushed, he would. Inara was innocent and didn’t deserve whatever the fuck was going on.

Noar stood there for a moment assessing the situation. He would find out what was going on, but he wanted to keep his kidney. One thing he knew, the asshole with the knife did not get beautiful women like the one he had pinned to the wall. So there had to be one hell of a fucking story of how this happened and why he was about to resort to violence over her.

"Fine. Then you are both going to tell me the truth of what is going on. Aren't you Miss. Renisa and Mr. Arik?"

#Princess Of Thieves #my writing #my ocs #writeblr #new story #new writing #first chapter #fiction #fantasy #original writing #original story #original characters #writing #writblr #writerblr #pirates #romance #fantasy romance #romantic fiction

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thedreamydemon · 8 months

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I’ve been wanting to write a Johnny Knoxville hilbilly romance. This is just some drabble, maybe an intro, if I decide to actually write it. No sex or obv romance in this drabble :’(

Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader

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You were working the counter at the dingy old gas station owned by your neighbors. Neighbors being the old hillbilly couple that lived 10 miles out from your home. It was a hot summer day, and you were seeking relief in front of an oscillating fan. The metal cage rattled as the fan blades spun at high speed.

There hadn’t been a customer in all day, and you were just closing your eyes when you heard the rumbling sound of an all too familiar Eldorado engine. Johnny Knoxville.

You watched as the flashy classic car pulled in. The body was shiny black, freshly waxed, and accented with crimson red moulding. The convertible top was down, exposing the flawless all red interior. That car was Johnny’s pride and joy.

He pulled up to one of the two gas pumps and stepped out of the vehicle. The tall, lean man strutted into the store, pocket chain swinging with each step. He wore silver framed sunglasses so dark you couldn’t see his eyes, and a cheshire smile so broad and self-satisfied you wanted to wipe it off his handsome face.

“Ooo mamma! It’s hotter than the backside of a fat man’s balls out there,” Johnny exclaimed as he leaned his elbow on the counter you were standing behind. He always thought he was so clever with his silly sayings. You rolled your eyes.

“Bet that fan feels good.” Johnny leaned over the counter to put his face in front of the fan, effectively blocking the heavenly breeze from hitting your own overheated flesh. Sweat was visible on his dark hairline, and the cologne that was masking his slight body odor wafted up to your nose. You pushed his head up and out of the way of the fan, getting greasy hair gel on your fingers. Johnny giggled as he stood up straight.

“Here for your usual? Beer, gas, and Marlboro reds?” You asked as you were already reaching for a pack of his brand. Knoxville came by almost everyday for those same three things. That gas guzzler of his went through almost as much gas as Johnny did beer and smokes.

“You know it!” Johnny moseyed over to the cooler and grabbed a six pack. He always lingered when he came by. There wasn’t much else to do in your podunk Appalachian town besides drink, smoke, and ride around in your hot rod.

You rung up Johnny’s purchases and he pulled out his billfold which was attached to his pocket chain. He paid you in exact change, then he cracked open one of the perspiring beer cans. “Want one?” He offered, then he beat his fresh pack of cigarettes against his palm.

“I probably shouldn’t drink at work.” You replied as you rested your elbows on the counter, positioning your face in front of the oscillating fan.

Johnny tore the cellophane off the hard pack, opened it, and flipped a lucky cigarette like he always did. Then he pulled out another cigarette, and fumbled around in his pockets for a lighter which he didn’t have. “Aw,” Johnny said as he searched himself, cigarette dangling between his teeth. “Meemaw and peepaw won’t mind.” Meemaw and peepaw referring to your elderly neighbors, of course.

You watched Johnny lazily as he fumbled around, then you plucked a Bic from the countertop display and beckoned the lighter-less man over with your finger. Johnny leaned in. His brown eyes peered at you from under his brow. And you lit his cigarette for him with a lazy smile.

“Thanks, sweetheart” He said casually with a puff of smoke and he stole the lighter out your hand.

“You can pay for that with a beer,” you said as you freed a can from the plastic six ring, cracked it open and took a small swig of the cold fermented fluid. Your face returned to the relief of the fan.

Johnny had a beer in one hand and his lit cigarette in the other, which he alternated bringing up to his lips for a sip or a puff. “You still dating that boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” you replied without looking away from the fan.

“What’s his name again?” Johnny asked, but Johnny definitely already knew. Everyone knew everyone else’s business around these parts. Johnny especially knew your business.

“Bam.” You said.

“Bam!” Johnny blew some smoke and swigged his beer, acting like he had genuinely forgotten the man’s name. “What a stupid fucking name.”

“Ok. Johnny Knoxville.” You peered up at Johnny with a smile, amused by your own remark.

Johnny gave you a funny look that said ‘watch it’.

Johnny stood there drinking his beer, and when he finished, he decided he aught to get going. He had to paint some old biddy’s fence for a few bucks.

“I’m coming by tomorrow for some of your mountain dew, if thats alright with you.” Johnny said with a wink before he made his way out the door.

“That’s fine,” you said. The bell over the doorframe jangled as Johnny exited and you watched him climb into his flashy car and drive off up the mountain.

Not a single other customer came to the gas station and the sun was starting to set. You grabbed your bolt-action shotgun from under the counter and a copy of the Sunday comics from the newspaper rack as you left the little store. You locked the place up then climbed into your own car that wasn’t nearly as flashy as Johnny’s. Your shotgun and Sunday comics sat in the passenger seat.

#johnny knoxville #fanfic #fiction #writing #female writers #ao3 writer #my writing #hillbilly #romantic fiction #romance

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naneki-maid · 9 months

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“My life is a burden without you,” he exclaimed, in a low voice.”

“I want you—I want you to let me say I love you again and again!”

Far From the Madding Crowd (1874) by Thomas Hardy

#far from the madding crowd #thomas hardy #english literature #literature #books #novels #quotes #words #romantic literature #romantic fiction #fiction! 🥲

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indecentpause · 1 year

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The Succession of Us is DONE

ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT the last part of the Holding Our Hearts In Our Hands series, The Succession of Us, is done!!! very little had to change but at the time I wrote it I didn’t know it was inappropriate to write ASL in italics instead of quotations like other dialogue, so I went back and fixed that, and a couple misaligned details :)

again, it’s still the same story, just with some minor tweaks :) IF YOU’RE INTERESTED

Iffy Jackson is starting over. She's out of her racist as hell high school and in a diverse college, living the family's dream. Nothing can stop her now.

That is, as long as she doesn't let that cute, nonverbal guy named Nate distract her from her studies. He doesn't mean to, honest! But they keep bumping into each other, like it might be fate.

this one is way shorter, only four chapters and a little over 20k words. Some themes: going out into the world on your own, falling in love for the first time, transitioning from high school to higher learning

it’s contemporary(ish) romance :) just a lot of fluff and smiles for this one, very little drama like the other two

Read it on Ao3

or on Wattpad!

these all take place in 2006 and I finished them in 2018. for that whole time I’ve been itching to go back and tweak it, and now that I finally have, it feels good to be able to say for sure that it’s all done :)

General taglist: @ohsugarfoot @abalonetea @only-book-lovers-left-alive @poore-choice-of-words @leadhelmetcosmonaut @jasperygrace @drippingmoon @viskafrer @thelaughingstag @athenswrites @kaiusvnoir @magic-is-something-we-create @fictionalbullshitter @idreamonpaper

#my writing #writeblr #ao3 #wattpad #moodboard #completed fiction #original novella #original fiction #lgbt fiction #romantic fiction #bisexual character #character of color #coming of age #new adult #the succession of us #holding our hearts in our hands #iffy jackson #nate paine

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the-andromeda-effect · 7 months

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After their arrival at the mansion Caliban discovers the extent of Mircea’s treatment of his wife...and some decisions are made about the future...

TW - mention of abuse, mention of injury

Caliban was a man of his word. Once they arrived at the compound and pulled up next to the massive mansion, one of his men opened the door for him; and he easily lifted Riona out of the back seat and proceeded to carry her inside the mansion. He took her upstairs to a guest room and set her on the bed. She was surprised how gentle he was and that he did not leave her side until the medic had arrived to check her over. It wasn’t until he hadleft the room that she realized that she still had his jacket. She wondered when the man would be back to retrieve it.

After the medic had arrived, Caliban left to allow privacy and had descended the back stairs to the basement of the mansion to meet with the head of household affairs and of security. Both needed to be informed of their new guest, one to make her comfortable and the other to keep her safe whenever he was not around her. Her husband was a violent man and the head of a crime family in addition to having hired him to kill her, no chances would be taken for the foreseeable future. Once that was resolved he could look at getting her supplies for at least a week’s stay. By the end of that time, he’d have met with his counsel and have decided how things should be handled.

A little over an hour later, the medic found Caliban in his office and relayed that the bruise on Riona’s cheek was only a bruise. The cheekbone had been broken from the feel of it, but not recently based on the level of pain she was in. It was also set and healed. Without X-rays, it was impossible to tell the extent of past injuries to other areas of her body, but from the numerous bruises in various states of healing, he had to guess they would find evidence of multiple healed, and untreated, fractures on both arms and legs, possibly even ribs. The rumors of Mircea’s temper and violence were no longer just rumors, but up until this point they’d all been pointed at males. Now, there was proof he was this way towards women, family even.

Thankfully Riona’s ankle had not been broken when Caliban had shoved her into the car. It was only sprained and with some rest and elevation should be fine the next day. She should just take it easy for the rest of the day. The medic had wrapped it for her to give it some extra support, and that had eased some of the aching for her. Caliban assured the medic she would be kept off of it as much as possible, immediately instructing one of his men nearby to go down and tell the household manager that they needed to have someone make sure all of Riona’s needs were met at all times and they could send someone up with some food and beverage now. He also would make sure that his men knew if he was not around she was to be carried for the remainder of the day.

Then it was time to return to the woman in question to see how she was doing. She had not been anything like the woman he had been expecting to find in that basement and he wanted to find out why. While speaking to the medic, Caliban had quizzed him extensively about her demeanor while being evaluated and it seemed the medic found her to be as timid and shy as he had. After the medic had left, he'd spent a while trying to rectify this with the supposed woman he'd been hired to kill. She was hardly the woman who betrayed her husband and orchestrated a takeover of the family with his enemies. Still, he’d rather judge for himself if what he was seeing now was just a facade.

Once he got up to the room again, Calibam lightly knocked on the door, then he waited to be cleared before entering. After a full minute and no response, he knocked a little harder. His man next to the door shrugged and looked confused as Caliban felt. A third time he knocked and this time he called her name. If they had been anywhere but the mansion, he would have drawn his weapon and entered, expecting her husband had found out she was alive, but the asshole wouldn’t make it past the iron gates. The guard at the door confirmed only the medic had gone in or out, so Caliban’s only concern was she'd had an accident.

Before entering, Caliban did draw his weapon out though, only to hand it to the guard. Riona had been through enough already, a little sense of security of him not being armed seemed a grace he could give her. He’d had his weapon in the car when she’d been next to him, so he wasn’t worried she’d try to take it, but the woman had spent four days with armed men doing lord knew what. It wasn't like he was going to need it, so there was no reason to have it.

“Riona, I’m coming in.” Caliban announced as he cracked the door. Again there was no response. “Riona?” Now he was becoming even more concerned as he opened the door farther and started to walk in. Quickly his worry dissipated though, she had simply fallen asleep on the bed. This was a good sign. She had at least relaxed enough in his home to fall asleep, probably the first good rest she had gotten since she had been kidnapped by the Marabioli clan. Sleeping as deeply as she was, to not awaken for the knocks or his voice, meant she felt safe, which is what he had wanted.

A soft smile formed on Caliban’s face as he crossed the room to take the throw blanket off of the couch in the room. He gently draped it over her, then went over to the wall and used the slider to dim the lights but leave enough light in the room that she could see when she woke up again. It was then he took a seat in one of the two upholstered wingback chairs in the room and just watched her rest for a while. While his body was still, his mind was anything but. Questions were constantly coming to the surface as well as plans for the future.

It was not going to be hard to convince Mircea that she was dead, and for that he was thankful. The house had burned completely to the ground. There were at least 8 people in it when it went up and he’d seen the video one of his men had sent from his phone. The house had collapsed in on itself, the bodies would be mangled and unrecognizable. By the time that anyone realized that none of them were female, he’d at least have a better grip on how to handle the fact he now had a very much alive Riona Kalavati in his mansion and under his care. If Mircea ever questioned him about why they couldn't find her skeleton he'd suggest it was turned to ash.

The future for Riona would be complicated, but he did have a plan. When she awoke she could decide on a new name, any name she wished. He would have his lawyer make sure all of her papers were in order. Riona Kalavati would die, and a new person would replace her in all ways. After that, things were going to be more touchy. It was not as if she could go back to just living her life. Mircea was still out there and there were people who knew what she looked like. However, Caliban knew that she held a degree in business and had worked closely with a previous employer's legal and finance departments. Someone else on his team helping run his shadow operations would be useful.

While he was waiting for Riona awaken, Calban took his phone out and started contacting those who would need to do work to get her the new identity and help get her setup to work with his shadow operations. While she hadn’t formally agreed, he had little doubt that she would. He and his people could keep her safe and set her up with a new life where she wouldn’t have to ever worry about Mircea again.

More than once as he was putting everything in motion he had to wonder WHY he was doing it all. Why did he care what happened to a woman he had actually been hired to kill? What was different about her? At those times, he looked over at the woman sleeping on his guest bed and considered those questions. Even he, himself, could not answer them. There wasn’t one thing that he could put his finger on. Instead it was more a combination of things that seemed to converge in a way that made him want to rescue her from the clutches of a monster like Mircea and protect her. The irony of that was not lost on him, he was quite the monster himself.

It was over four hours before Riona awoke, and she did so with quite a start and almost screamed. Sitting up straight in the bed, her head whipped around as she tried to figure out where she was. Instantly Caliban was on his feet and heading towards her. As if approaching a wounded and scared animal, he approached slowly with his hands slightly out to his sides.

“It’s okay, Riona. You're safe." He kept his voice calm and low to try abs comfort her. Not startling her more was also an aim. "No one can hurt you here. Do you remember where you are and who I am?” He paused till she nodded that she did. “Good. There’s some water on the nightstand for you. Go ahead and get a drink, takes some deep breaths, and relax."

Caliban took a seat on the bed midway up, his body turned towards the head of the bed where she was sitting and now holding the water bottle with both shaking hands. His fingers itched to reach out ans touch her but he feared it would just make it worse. "Just let me know when you're ready. There's no rush. You're okay." He could only imagine what the poor woman had thought when she'd first woke up. No doubt her memory has not kicked in, just pure fear.

After another ten minutes or so, Riona indicated she was better. "We just need to talk a little bit then you can get cleaned up, they brought some clean clothes for you while you were asleep.” He gave her a warm and comforting smile as he reached over and lay one hand on her legs. Now that she was calm he was not worried about upsetting her.

“Okay." She nodded. "What do we need to talk about?” Her brows drew together as Riona looked at him. She knew that there were probably many things that they needed to talk about, but wondered which ones specifically he was talking about.

“As I told you in the car, Riona Kalavati unfortunately did not make it out of that farmhouse. It does seem that I have a new employee who will be helping my shadow operations with things for a while, though. I just didn’t get your name when you arrived, my dear.” Caliban hoped that she would understand what he was asking.

“Oh.” She looked down at her lap. It hadn’t occurred to her that she would have to change her name, but it made sense. For a moment she was quiet as she thought. “Adira, sir. I’m Adira. I’m sorry I don’t remember my last name at the moment.” She gave him a nervous smile. It had been her grandmother’s name. Mircea would never know it if he heard it.

“Adira, it is lovely. For right now, it is a strange coincidence that you share the same last name as I do.” He winked at her, and saw her relax. “Your documents were damaged, so a new set will arrive as soon as I can arrange them. When you are feeling up to it, I’ll introduce you to the staff and what you’ll be doing for and with me. Is that alright?” Once more she nodded.

He stood, “then Adira, I will leave you to get cleaned up and some fresh clothes on. We will dine in my private study tonight. It is more private than the dining room and we can talk more freely. Is there anything you do not like or are allergic to?” The last thing he wanted to do was poison the poor woman after keeping her alive and getting her out of that house and away from Mircea.

After she told him the couple of things she did not like and the one she was allergic to, he excused himself telling her to just let the guard outside know when she was ready and she’d be escorted down to his study. Otherwise, she could take as long as she liked. Before leaving, he took her hand and kissed the back and then the palm. This earned him a smile from her and he had to think to himself as he walked out of the room that he hoped he would see more of them from her.

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passionforfic · 2 months

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Marry My Husband Webtoon by LICO

This adaptation of the webnovel of the same title by Sung So Jak has 58 episodes and 10 spin-offs. It is fast-paced and has a good balance of drama and romance. I like the subplots related to Ju Ran and Hee Yeon. Su Min and Min Hwan are awful people! These antagonists are very well developed. I liked the main characters and how their lives were connected from the beginning. I also like that we are able to enjoy watching them have their happy live after all the struggles.

I would love to read the webnovel, but right now, I plan to watch the K-drama adaptation of this novel.

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knitasha · 5 months

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NaNoWriMo: The Vividorium

I'm woefully behind on my NaNoWriMo project, but still managing to write every day. I'll be happy if I can get to 7,000 tonight.

I'm still not 100% confident in my writing to post everything on here, but here's a small chunk. It definitely feels like I'm writing in a vacuum too much - writing about what is going on instead of showing what's going on, but I haven't figured out how to fix that yet.

Constructure criticism welcome!

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Emelia had intended to make her way to the park where the Christmas Market was set up to get a first look of the area. Although the market opened at 12pm each day, she expected the crowds would wait until the evening to descend on the stalls when the sun had gone down and the lights would twinkle light stars across the whole park.

The travel notebook tucked into her purse had a list of the vendors she was most looking forward to seeing and she had included the broad type of item each booth was expected to sell as well as specific items she’d found on each vendor’s website that she was particularly excited about for her parents, brother, and friends.

The light was red as she came up on the next corner and she looked around appreciatively at the rows of shops lining the street as she waited for the crossing line to change when her eyes came to rest on a store tucked between a cafe and a pet supply store. A brightly colored sign hung from the wall - The Vividorium - and a beautiful, half-finished replica of Starry Night sat in an easel in the window along with an array of oil paint tubes and scattering of brushes.

Making a split second decision, Emelia turned and jogged to crossed the street other pedestrians were already walking across, abandoning her original plans. She’d just pop in for a second and then could go on her way to the market.

The room insight was uncomfortably hot after the sharp chill she’d been walking through for the past 20 minutes and she quickly pulled off her gloves and stuffed them into her purse.

“Welcome in,” floated from the back of the store, “I’ll be out in a moment.”

“No rush,” she called back, running her fingers over the covers of the sketchbooks piled high on the table just inside.

The narrow store was lined with tall birch bookshelves. The shelves along the right side held notebooks and canvases of various sizes. She was tempted by a lime green LEUCHTTURM dot journal, but remembered her last two failed bullet journals and left it on the shelf.

Along the left shelves were cups of pens, pencils, markers, and brushes by the window. Then came the paints - acrylics, oils, gouache, and watercolors in sets and individual tubes and pans with brightly colored wrappers formed rainbows along the wall.

Emelia had picked up a tiny travel palette of watercolors when the owner of the earlier voice emerged from the back.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Oh, no, thanks. I’m just looking.”

“That’s a nice set,” the woman gestured to the palette still in Emelia’s hands, “Good if you’ve got an eye for mixing colors since there aren’t too many in there.”

“Ah, yeah, I don’t really know much about painting. I’d love to learn, but there was never enough time. But now that I’m on vacation…”

It was all the woman, whose name turned out to be Joan, needed to hear and 20 minutes later Emelia exited the art store with a not-so-small paper bag in hand filled with a 100-color watercolor palette that was surprisingly small for containing so many colors, a set of metal travel brushes, a water reservoir, a booklet of watercolor paper to practice on, and a pad of blank postcards that Joan had insisted would be good for sending paintings to her family. Emelia wasn’t so sure anything she could create at this point would be worth sending to anyone, but Joan had been more than a little intimidating in her enthusiasm and Emelia wasn’t sure she would be allowed to leave without them.

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myyellowhuman · 1 year

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Second draft is virtually complete although the edit has gone to the beta readers already because I thought I was done.

I suddenly discovered two podcasts that I didn't know existed and it meant I've now worked out how to expand on 5 of my characters, 1 major, 4 minor, add some texture to them, and build on one chapter that felt like a slow starter. I now know what wasn't working and how to fix it.

I guess that's the goal posts repositioned - third and final draft by May, then tweaks to spelling and grammar July to October, ready to self publish in November. 💛

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liaromancewriter · 1 year

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Sleeping Beauty

Premise: Ethan learns something new about Cassie.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 910

A/N: Yesterday was World Sleep Day and it inspired this silly little fic about Cassie's love of sleep. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge March prompt "sunlight streaming through bedroom window"

Ethan Ramsey hadn’t always been an early riser. His father could attest that there was a period from middle school through high school when Ethan would stay in bed until absolutely necessary. His school report cards often mentioned tardiness during first period.

Still, he’d left that habit behind by the time he started college. His body clock had forever adjusted to waking up in the pre-dawn hours after more than a decade of early morning lectures at Brown and Hopkins, followed by even earlier pre-rounds during residency.

He enjoyed that quiet time when most of the city was still asleep. He’d brew a cup of coffee, savor the life-affirming qualities of his drink and take the time to reflect on his day ahead.

That first morning after he and Cassie Valentine spent the night together during her suspension was the only time he could remember sleeping in so late. Between the whiskey and mind-blowing sex, he’d been worn out.

After his return from the Amazon, he’d been swamped between his expanded duties, catching up on the Diagnostics team patients during his absence and breaking in a new junior fellow. The week had flown by, and he looked forward to a quiet weekend.

He invited Cassie to come over for dinner after her shift ended on Saturday and stay the night. Little did he know that his plans for an early morning breakfast in bed would have to wait until noon.

Ethan woke around seven, and the July sun was already high in the sky. He’d forgotten to close the shades last night, and the bedroom was bathed in sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He ran his hand down soft cotton sheets, the sensation welcoming after weeks of haphazard sleeping arrangements in some of the field hospitals he’d visited.

He’d missed this, he thought absently. His work sometimes required working in uncomfortable conditions. But when he was here, he could luxuriate in the home he’d built for himself.

When his hand touched warm skin under the covers, he stilled and glanced over to the other side of the bed. Ethan realized he wasn’t used to waking up with someone beside him and had forgotten Cassie was there.

She was sound asleep, turned on her side facing him, one hand tucked beneath her pillow. A lock of blonde hair slashed down across her forehead and eyelashes. He gently tucked it behind her ear, softening his touch for fear of disturbing her.

Ethan saw her closed eyelids flutter briefly and pondered how vulnerable she looked. Repose in sleep, she was a far cry from the confident doctor he witnessed every day in the halls of Edenbrook.

He gently turned back the covers and padded into the ensuite bathroom. Half an hour later, he returned to the bedroom, freshly shaved and showered, to find only the top of Cassie’s head visible above the covers.

Ethan knew how little sleep residents got and was loathe to disturb her. He figured her body clock was likely used to the hospital hours, and she’d wake up any minute now. It would give him enough time to prepare breakfast.

He dressed in the walk-in closet, grabbed his wristwatch off the bedside table and pocketed his cell phone. He called for Cassie to wake up as he left the bedroom and thought he heard her moving under the covers.

She was still asleep when he returned a short while later with a breakfast tray in his hands. She’d pulled the covers above her so that all he saw was a lump in the bed.

Ethan set the tray on his dresser and moved the bedcovers away. Cassie was sprawled across the bed, lying on her stomach, her head resting diagonally on his pillow. Her hair was spread out, and he couldn’t see her face.

He called her name several times, but there was no response, and he started to worry. She was sleeping so deeply he was ready to call nine-one-one. He bent down and put his ear close to her face, sighing relief when he heard her even breathing.

Cassie smacked her lips, a low humming sound of pleasure accompanying the movement. He wondered what she was dreaming of when her mouth curled into a smile.

He placed one hand on her shoulder and shook it lightly. She swatted his hand away and burrowed into the bed, tugging the covers to her chin.

When Cassie frowned and mumbled something he couldn’t make out, it didn’t take a genius to figure out she wanted him to go away.

Ethan stood above her, hands on his hips, brows furrowed and thought, now what?

Perplexed, he watched her for a few more minutes and then turned away to take the breakfast tray back to the kitchen. He placed her breakfast in the oven to keep it warm and ate his at the kitchen island.

While he wasn’t averse to a lie-in on his day off, he didn’t think he had met anyone who loved to sleep as much as his new girlfriend. He supposed it was all part of learning about each other. And he realized there was so much he still didn’t know about Cassie outside the hospital.

He grinned as he settled into an armchair with his coffee and a book. He had a new mystery to explore and just knew cracking Cassie Valentine would be his biggest challenge yet. Let the games begin.

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