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[crownleys]

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#my art #kira kingston #my ocs

[delucadarlingwriting]

Have Her Cake and Eat it Too - Part 1

I love a good AU. I especially love Wayhaven AUs. This one is the answer to a lot of 'what if's I've played with.

What if Barbie finds out about the Agency as a young kid?

What if she and Kira are in the same story?

What if she falls for Mason and Nate?

I'm still trying to work on writing/completing long form pieces of fic, and this is one of them. It's been tricky as hell. Initially, the fic I wanted to write was set post-book 3, in the midst of some messy Nate/Mason/Barbie drama. But then I realized I wanted to find the foundation of their relationship, so I went back to Book 3...then Book 2...and now I'm starting it all in Book 1.

This won't be a straight retelling though. Things are similar, but different. Barbie isn't Rebecca's kid. She learns things at a different rate than the canon detective. I'm still not even sure if I'm planning for everything with Murphy to go as it does in canon. It'll depend on where the story takes me. I've always had fun writing things adjacent to canon.

This will eventually go on AO3, once I finish enough for the first part.

Summary: Barbara Robertson's first day as Wayhaven's detective isn't going to plan. A reunion with Rebecca Kingston and her daughter Kira makes things all the more complicated.

Word count: 2,997

EDIT 9/16/23: I've realized there were some plot related issues in this part as I'm writing four chapters ahead of what I'm posting. I made a few adjustments to fix that.

Next Part

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[Barbie POV, Wayhaven Police Department, meeting Rebecca]

It has been a bad day. A very, very bad day. A day Barbara Robertson was not prepared for. Most detectives might expect to deal with murders throughout their careers, but this is Wayhaven. Violent crimes are rare. 

She really, really needs the coffee maker to work if she’s going to make it through this.

“Douglas?” Barbie calls out. The young officer pops his head up, blowing his bangs away from his face. “Why is the coffee maker broken?”

“It wasn’t me,” he insists. Barbie sighs.

“I didn’t say it was.” She shakes her head. “Nevermind. I’ll try to fix it.”

“...Should I just call for a repair?” Douglas asks incredulously. 

Under normal circumstances, Barbie would be offended at his lack of confidence in her. She’s too impressed that he even offered to do something useful though, so she just says, “If I can’t get it fixed in the next ten minutes, then yes.”

She goes back to the machine and looks it all over. Nothing seems to be overtly the matter with it. No smoking, no sparking wires. There’s a panel on the side that she opens, but it’s all such a mess of machinery that Barbie doesn’t have a clue what she’s looking at. It makes her wish Lucas was here and not bumming around the outskirts of Nashville. He’d know how to fix it.

There’s only one thing she can really think to do, so she unplugs the machine from the wall, waits ten seconds, then plugs it back in. 

Nothing.

“Of course,” Barbie mutters to herself as she switches tactics and begins shuffling through the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen, hoping a manual might turn up. The coffee machine is probably older than she is, but she hasn’t been disappointed enough today it seems. 

“Barbara,” comes a strict voice that has Barbie straightening her shoulders on reflex. She turns, eyes widening at the person in front of her. The other woman looks her up and down, though her thoughts are hidden behind a stoic expression. “It’s been quite some time.”

“Mrs. Kingston?” Barbie asks, shocked. For a moment, it’s as if a roll of film is being dragged in front of her face, showing her a foggy scene from her past. Rebecca Kingston stands in front of her, her expression somewhere between worried and stern. It’s an expression that give Barbie the worst case of deja vu she’s ever had.

Barbie hasn’t seen Rebecca Kingston (or her daughter Kira for that matter) in over a decade now, though everyone knows she still owns the old Kingston residence in Wayhaven. She’s a tall woman, though not as tall as Barbie remembers. That may have something to do with Barbie having not worn high heels when she used to babysit for Rebecca back when she was in high school. Her strawberry blonde hair is pulled back into an unrelentingly neat french braid, her skirt suit is perfectly pressed and her brown eyes are still as stern and hard as the rest of her features. There are streaks of gray that Barbie doesn’t remember being there, and a few more wrinkles, but overall Rebecca Kingston has aged well. 

She smiles at Barbie, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. Yet another expression that makes Barbie feel like she’s stepping a foot into the past. “Can we speak in your office?”

Mystified and off balance, Barbie can do nothing more than nod before leading the way. As they walk through the newly renovated building, she can’t help noticing that Mrs. Kingston seems to be suffering the same ghosts from days past as Barbie.

Her office is small, though far more spacious than the teeny tiny desk she and Tina used to share in the bullpen. She’s still working on decluttering after Detective Reele’s departure—the woman stored so many things here—but she manages to wrestle an extra chair out for Mrs. Kingston and slips around the desk to her own seat. 

“What brings you back to Wayhaven, Mrs. Kingston?” Barbie asks, confused. Mrs. Kingston smiles, this time more genuinely.

“I think you can call me Rebecca now, Barbara,” she says. “It’s been many years since I was paying you to pick Kira up after gymnastics.”

“How is she?” Barbie asks, smiling as she remembers the younger girl in her sparkling leotard, her gap toothed smile, and her extreme enthusiasm for stopping at the gas station for a treat after practice. 

Rebecca looks over her shoulder and gestures to someone waiting in the lobby. As the figure moves closer, she says, “You can ask her yourself.”

The woman who steps into the office is not anything like the little girl Barbie remembers. She’s taller, for one, whereas the Kira Kingston Barbie knew was always the teeniest kid in her class. Her hair is still long, the braided strands of strawberry blonde hair swinging just past her hips as she moves into the office. The sparkling leotard has been replaced by dark trousers, a scoop neck shirt, and a blazer layered on top. Her eyes are bright though, and the smile that breaks across her face the moment she spots Barbie is just the same, sans the missing teeth.

“Hello, Barbie,” Kira says, brimming with barely restrained excitement. 

Barbie takes a moment to reconcile her memory of Kira with the reality standing in front of her. Somehow, she never considered that Kira would go and grow up when Barbie wasn’t there to watch her. She’d seemed so much younger when Barbie was 16, and yet now she looks…well, she looks like Tina, who Barbie has considered a good friend for years. 

On pure instinct, Barbie stands from her chair and rounds the desk, halting awkwardly in front of Kira. She doesn’t actually know what she wants to do about this reunion. 

Thankfully, Kira decides for her, and swoops in for a hug. Barbie lets out a breath, trying her best to wrap her arms back around Kira without seeming like she didn’t expect this. Though she’s considerably taller, Kira’s head could still be tucked pretty easily beneath Barbie’s chin. It’s only by the skin of her teeth that Barbie doesn’t do it on some old, not-so-forgotten reflex.

“Sorry,” Kira says with a laugh as she steps back, cheeks crimson. “I just—I’m sure you barely remember me, but I definitely remember you. I was so sad when you left for college and never came back!”

“I came back just as you were heading off yourself, it seems,” Barbie says. She readjusts her blouse to make sure it hasn’t gotten rumpled. “I asked around for you when I moved back a few years ago. No one was quite sure where you’d run off too though.”

“That might be best explained by Rebecca,” Kira says, gesturing to the woman Barbie has practically forgotten was there at all. 

“Right,” Barbie says with a wince. “Um, sorry Kira, I don’t think I have any other chairs in here.”

“I’m fine to stand,” Kira assures her with a wave of her hand as she steps into the spot at her mother’s right hand. Rebecca lets out the barest breath through her nose, relieved that the reunion is over. 

“Barbara,” Rebecca says as Barbie takes her seat once more. Her tone suggests this is more than a social call. “We’ve heard about the murder.”

Barbie nods, frowning. “Yes, it’s troubling, isn’t it?”

“Very,” Kira says, shifting her weight, hands on her hips. Her brows are drawn tightly together, mouth downturned. “We found it very concerning, especially with you being so new and having almost no support.”

It clicks then. This isn’t a social call. Acid swims in her stomach and she reaches up to make a fist around the pink sapphire pendant hanging from the thin, gold chain around her neck. “Oh, you’re here on Agency business.”

“Yes, we are,” Rebecca says, her eyes leveled at Barbie’s neck. Barbie looks Kira over, her outfit, and the way she stands with her mother.

“Kira too?” she asks. Kira can’t hold back a proud smile.

“That’s right. I’ve been an agent practically since I graduated,” Kira says. That would explain why no one knew where she went then. The Agency has always been very shady and hush hush. Barbie doubts most people know Rebecca is part of the Agency. It took Barbie a few years to put two and two together, and she was over at the Kingston home near daily.

This is not a welcome revelation. Barbie straightens her back and forces her hand to release her necklace, placing it instead on the top of her desk.

“Are you taking the case from me?” Barbie asks. It might only be her first day as a detective, but she already feels a sense of possessiveness for this case. For Janet Greenland. Would some faceless agency really see to it that she gets justice for the terrible crime committed against her?

“Not exactly,” Kira says. She offers Barbie a smile. “It’s more that we’re offering help.”

“I find it odd that the Agency would take such an interest in this singular crime,” Barbie says, her hackles already up and unwilling to be soothed so easily.

“This is not a one off,” Rebecca states. “We have been tracking this killer for months now.”

“Oh.” Barbie blinks. That does change things. As much as she may not like it, if this is a serial killer she can’t blame the Agency for not wanting the case in a novice detective’s hands. She chews her lower lip as she considers this. “What kind of help are you offering?”

“Our team,” Kira says with a confident lilt to her voice. “Unit Bravo. We have four agents, and myself, at your disposal for this case.”

Barbie takes a moment to absorb that information. “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

In the other chair, Rebecca stands. “You don’t have to say anything. I just hope you find the team useful.”

“I’m sure I will,” Barbie says, though in truth she feels more troubled than anything. Making detective was exciting, starting her career off with a murder far more so in very unwelcome ways, and having strange agents crawling all over her case and observing her as she’s just getting her feet under herself is nothing short of nerve wracking. It is what it is though. She’ll just have to deal with it. Something deep in her gut tells her she doesn’t want to fight a battle against the Agency.

“Don’t worry,” Kira says with a smile. “They’re great. We’re practically family at this point.”

Barbie can’t help but let her eyebrows jump up at that. Considering what she remembers of the Kingston family, Barbie can’t help but be a bit surprised. Then again, poor Kira has always been a bit starved for connection.

“I’ll be happy to meet them then,” she says diplomatically. Kira checks her phone, bobbing her head.

“Great, because now would be the time for it,” Kira says. Barbie nods, gesturing to a depressingly small stack of files.

“I have all the information here, I’m happy to share it with them,” Barbie says. Kira gives a wince of a smile but Rebecca cuts in before she can speak.

“They’re already up to date. You don’t need to waste your time telling them a thing. Just have them follow your lead.” Rebecca looks to Kira and reaches out to touch her daughter’s shoulder with enough hesitation that it’s clear she wasn’t sure the touch wouldn’t be shaken off. “Take care, Kira.”

“Of course, Rebecca,” Kira says. The use of her mom’s first name is a little cold, but the smile she gives her is warm enough. Rebecca accepts it and leaves the office, then the station. 

“So, I don’t need to give them any information?” Barbie asks. Kira turns back to her.

“Right. We’ve all been keeping up to date. Plus, we have access to your police files for the time being,” Kira says, so casually that it’s clear this is just standard protocol for her. Barbie bristles a little.

“It seems I’m hardly needed then,” she says. Kira blanches.

“No!” she shouts. “Barbie, we definitely need you. You’re just the right person for this case.”

Barbie almost asks how she would know, considering she was all of 14 when they last saw one another, but she manages to bite down on the irritated comment. Instead, she considers what Rebecca said about having tracked this killer for months.

“You’ve got my files,” Barbie says, tapping her pen against her chin. “But I’m going into this blind. Will I be getting access to any of your files?”

“No,” Kira says sharply. Barbie’s brows raise so high her dark rimmed glasses slide down her nose. Embarrassed, Kira adds, “It’s classified, unfortunately. We can’t show you any of them.”

“Really?” Barbie sits up straighter. “That’s interesting. This killer must be high profile.”

“Um.” Kira shifts from foot to foot. “Well. I can’t really say.”

“Even though you’re supposed to be helping me on this case?” Barbie asks, no small amount of bitterness burning in her throat. 

Kira at least has the grace to look apologetic about it. “We can still help even if we can’t tell you everything. Do you have any ideas on where you want to start?”

It soothes her temper a little to be asked. Barbie adjusts her ponytail, tugging it a little tighter on top of her head before answering.

“I’ve already gotten started, but I could use some help with what I’m doing next. We’ve gotten a statement from someone who lives near where we found the victim,” Barbie says. “We haven’t interviewed anyone she was connected to here in Wayhaven though.”

“I thought she was a loner, new to town,” Kira says. It’s not an argument really so much as encouragement to continue speaking. She thinks that’s what it is at least. Maybe she’s just thinking too much about how Kira used to be as a child. She always felt like Kira was trying to interrogate her when she was driving her around town or spending time babysitting her. Kira would ask Barbie a million questions about herself. So curious, and so adorable. 

Barbie gives Kira another look. She’s still pretty adorable, but…definitely not in the same way as before. 

“She was,” Barbie confirms. “Her neighbors didn’t really notice her much, except for one. He called the station not too long ago to confirm the murder victim was really Janet.”

“So you suspect they might have known each other,” Kira says with a smile. “Clever.”

“Hardly clever,” Barbie scoffs. She pulls her coat on and grabs her car keys. “Clever would be figuring out the connection myself, not simply following up on a phone call.”

“If you say so,” Kira says, a smile on her face. She slots herself at Barbie’s side happily enough as she leads the way out of the station. “I’ll have two of my agents meet us at the location.”

“Only two?”

“For now,” Kira says. “We tend to split up to cover more ground. You’ll meet everyone eventually though.” 

Together the women walk out of the glittering glass doors of the station and around the side of the building to the parking lot. It’s more full than it might normally be thanks to the chilly weather. It’s technically spring, but Wayhaven never seems to get the memo before May. 

“I remember this car,” Kira says, her voice brimming with delight as she follows Barbie to the silver hatchback. Barbie groans.

“It’s still alive, if only barely,” she says, jamming the key into the door to unlock it. She pulls the door open and ducks inside, reaching across the cab to unlock the passenger door from the inside. Kira opens it and slides in just as Barbie settles behind the steering wheel.

“Does Lucas still fix cars up?” Kira asks. Barbie hums and twists the key in the ignition. The car considers not starting, but with a bit of coaxing it rumbles to life.

“Sometimes. He loves it, but he just doesn’t have the time or space for it, especially after our mom moved back to Georgia,” Barbie says, declining to mention that her brother has been scraping by for the past year busking and crashing on couches. 

Kira makes a sad noise. “That’s a shame, he was really good at it.”

“Our passions don’t always pan out, unfortunately,” Barbie says. She shifts into drive and pulls them out of the station's tiny parking lot. Giving her a sidelong look, Barbie adds, “Has that been the case for you?”

“No, not at all,” Kira says, folding her hands on her lap as if it will temper the delight shining in her eyes. “I love being an agent. I never even considered doing what my mom did when I was a kid, you know? I didn’t really understand her job though, and we barely spoke before I joined up.”

Barbie smiles. “I couldn’t have guessed you’d follow in her footsteps, I must confess.”

“No kidding,” Kira laughs. “It’s funny how things work out sometimes.”

“Very.” Barbie couldn’t have imagined having this conversation with this passenger in a million years if she’d been told to come up with as many possibilities as possible. It’s odd, but nice. Having a friendly face to keep her company is a comfort. She can’t help smiling as Kira toys with the radio, finding the same station she used to love back when Barbie would bring a baggie of apple slices to snack on after school.

The idea of Kira disappearing into the arms of the Agency makes her heart skip a beat. She’s so bright, she can’t imagine how she’s coping with this type of organization. It certain hasn’t seemed to make her lose her luster at least.

Barbie finds herself looking forward to getting to know this new Kira Kingston, even if she can’t help noticing the looming shadow following close behind.

#darling writing #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc rebecca #Kira Kingston #Barbara Robertson #have her cake and eat it #I'm still trying to figure out exactly how Barbie navigates her little love triangle with Nate and Mason before it closes #I mostly know I want it to be fucking MESSY

[delucadarling]

I would love to hear about Something in the Water 💙💙

This is a really fun AU @crownleys and I have played with! In this one, Kira's detective AND has the special blood, while Barbie also has special blood. The backstory on this one is Barbie got kidnapped by Murphy several months prior to Book 1. He did the experiment on her, and it was successful. Having one blood bag wasn't enough for him though, so he forces her to help him track down others with the mutation and perform the experiment on them as well. None as successful. This leads to the events of Book 1.

#darling speaks #wip #ask meme #twc #wayhaven #the wayhaven chronicles #Kira Kingston #barbara 'barbie' robertson

[flaine1996]

Wayhaven has decided to once more to filter through my brain so here have my detective <3 I even have more drawings of her throughout book 3 in no particular order. 

Credit to template here: https://www.tumblr.com/denerims-archive/617857834624991232/wayhaven-detective-template-i-caved-and-made-my?source=share

Getting attacked by Sin (left), Training (middle), Blood drive (right)

Want to add this because her tattoos are hot and because this is what A sees when she gets soaked with water during the *bathroom incident*.

Lastly the dress she wore during the auction <3.

Thank you for viewing! I love my girl so much and decided to share her with you <3

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven fanart #Kira Kingston #twc detective #twc book 3 spoilers #twc b3 spoilers #i love her so much #my oc #my fanart

[queen-scribbles]

OC Kiss: Darkness(AJ & Kira, Wayhaven Chronicles)

(borrowing Kira from @haledamage for this one :3) -----

The movie ended, the room plunging into darkness when Kira clicked off the rolling credits.

She gently nudged the head resting on her shoulder and grinned. "You awake, Red?"

"Mmh," Abigail hummed.

Kira chuckled and leaned over to kiss the top of the red curls. "Hard day, huh?"

"J'st long," Abigail said, rousing herself enough to shift from leaning on Kira's arm to the back of the couch. She rubbed her eyes with thumb and forefinger.

Must've been, if you're this knackered, Kira thought, then said teasingly, "You know you're welcome to keep usin' me as a pillow, I don't mind."

Abigail gave a sheepish laugh, her face probably the same color as her hair. "Or I could turn in," she said, making no move to get up. "Or..." she groped for the throw on the back of the couch, dragging it over her as she curled up with her head on the couch arm. "This'll do."

Kira bit back a smile. "Just this once." She fished her phone out of her pocket and used the light to find her shoes as she pushed to her feet. "Sleep on that too much, it'll hurt your neck, no matter how comfy." She shook her head at the sight of the throw, still folded, draped over just Abigail's arms, and tugged it to cover more of her. "'Course, it's not like you'd mind havin' an excuse for Nate to give you a massage," she muttered through her smile.

"Heard that," Abigail mumbled, not even opening an eye.

"Not denying it, though, are ya?" Kira countered. She kissed Abigail's temple. "Sweet dreams, AJ."

"You, too, Kir."

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Abigail came through the door fumbling her keys and drew to an abrupt halt when greeted by darkness inside the flat--despite the still-beaming sun outside. She knew what it meant when Kira pulled the heavy curtains this completely. She set her keys down gingerly, offering "Sorry, Kir," in a loud whisper as she started unlacing her boots.

"S'alright," came muffled from the direction of the couch, so that's where she shuffled once free of her Doc Martens. Kira was laying completely flat, one leg hanging off the edge and one arm flung over her eyes.

"Need a new ice pack?" Abigail offered softly.

Kira shifted her arm, blinking to at least sort of focus on her in the dim. "Should prob'ly switch to heat. And it's startin' to fade, you don't have to go full bloody kid gloves, Red."

Abigail nodded, taking the thawed ice pack back to the kitchen as she warmed up one of Kira's heat pads.

"Maybe I should see if Adam'll come kiss it the rest of the way better, yeah?" she said, faux-innocent, as she leaned over the back of the couch with the heat pad in hand.

One of Kira's eyes popped open indignantly. "Is this revenge for my Nate comment the other night?"

"Mmm... Maybe."

Kira's eye closed and she sighed. "Even if that would work, good fuckin' luck gettin' him to cooperate."

"I'll hafta give it a go, then," Abigail leaned further over, teetering on tiptoes, to brush a kiss to the center of her friend's forehead before gently setting the heat pad in place.

"Don't see why friend kisses can't be magic, too," Kira mumbled. "Though that counts and all that." She tugged the heat pad to adjust it slightly. "Thanks, Red."

"Welcome." Abigail smiled and patted Kira's hand before shuffling quietly from the room.

#queens fic #ockiss24 #abigail jenings #kira kingston #roommates au

[haledamage]

A cure I know that soothes the soul

started as a prompt fill for @queen-scribbles for the prompt “a kiss on the corner of the mouth, hoping for more but expecting nothing”, but it went completely off of the rails and onto the dining table so I decided to post it separately even though it technically fits the prompt. the new prompt fill is proving to be just as lengthy but not quite as smutty. also tagging @agentnatesewell since you asked me to 💖

Kira/Nate, almost 3400 words, sometime vaguely near the end or just after book 3, at the very least after they’ve both confessed how they feel. nsfw, due to explicit sexual situations and also due to improper use of antique furniture

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Kira awoke with a gasp, fear and adrenaline continuing to race through her even as the remnants of her dream fell away and she started to recognise her surroundings.

She was in her bedroom at the Warehouse. 

Safe. 

Alone. 

It was still well before sunrise, no light creeping in around the edges of her thick, dark curtains.

The details of the dream were already fading by the time she sat up in bed, but the fear lingered, raking sharp claws down her spine. With it came the prickly feeling of being watched, no matter how many times she glanced at the room’s shadowed corners to assure herself no one was there.

The unease still didn’t fade as she untangled the blankets from around her legs. Or when she found her phone, knocked from the nightstand to the floor at some point in the night (it cheerfully announced the time to be 3:35AM). Or after slipping into the en suite to splash some water on her face at the sink. 

Out of ideas, Kira crept out into the hall, moving as quietly as possible in the direction of the kitchen and, hopefully, a cup of tea to help calm her nerves.

She slowed her approach when she saw the light already on, hesitating in the hall. 

Maybe the library would be a better choice. She was still too on edge to be good company right now, and she didn’t want to unload her baggage onto whichever unsuspecting vampire had beaten her here.

As if summoned by her decision to sneak away, Nate’s face appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“Kira?” He gave her a surprised but welcoming smile. “Is everything all right?”

Some of her anxiety faded at the sound of his voice, enough for her to manage a small smile in return. “I’m fine,” she said reflexively. She took a deep breath and tried again, the truth this time. “I had a bad dream, that’s all. Just trying to clear my head.”

His brow furrowed with a worried frown, and he took a step toward her before stopping, uncertainty overtaking his concern as he pulled back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head, but closed some of the distance between them, a silent offer to meet him halfway. “I don’t actually remember it. I just remember… something watching me. Or chasing me?” She shook her head again, crossing her arms to stifle a shudder. “I can’t seem to shake it off.”

Nate moved closer, though he still stopped a little outside arm’s reach and held out a hand. Making it clear that he was leaving the decision up to her; proving that he’d been listening. 

“Come here, ya rouhi,” he whispered, a request, almost a plea.

Kira didn’t need to be asked twice. She crossed what space still remained immediately, bypassing the extended hand to instead wrap her arms around him. With a chuckle tinged with relief, Nate returned the hug, and she melted into the warmth of his embrace.

“What can I do?” he asked, kissing the top of her head, her temple, her cheek. “What do you need?”

“Just you, love.”

They stood there like that for a long time, the hallway quiet and dark except for the light peeking through the kitchen doorway. Slowly, Kira’s heart rate returned to normal, the prickly uneasy feeling fading enough that she could ignore it.

Eventually, Nate pulled away, just enough to see her face. He brushed her hair out of her eyes before settling his hand against her cheek. “Feel better?”

“Much better.” She let her eyes drift closed as she leaned into his touch. “Thank you.”

“Trust me, it’s my pleasure.” He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You should get some more sleep.”

It wasn’t a question, but it felt like one. He was leaving the choice in her hands whether she went back to bed or stayed there with him.

It was the easiest choice she’d had to make in months. “Can I stay here for a while? I don’t want to be alone right now.”

There was a brief, weighty pause. And then Nate’s body language changed, his touch shifting from comforting to purposeful, his hand sliding from her cheek down to her neck. His thumb slowly caressed the edge of her jaw, gentle, unhurried, maddening.

His voice changed too, dropping lower into something sultry and sinful. “Perhaps we just need to get your mind off of it.”

“Oh?” Kira tried to feign innocence, but the flush spreading over her face gave her away. “And how do you intend to do that?”

His lips brushed her cheek, just at the corner of her mouth, pulling back as she turned her head to try and kiss him properly. “I could make you some tea.”

“Tea. Of course. That sounds…” she licked her lips, fighting not to smile as his eyes darkened in response, “soothing.”

He repeated the motion on her other cheek, lips barely brushing her skin. “Or we could find you a book to read.” 

She threaded her fingers into his hair and leaned up on tip-toe to close some of the height difference. “Sure. Reading can certainly be a… stimulating distraction.”

His arm tightened around her waist, helping her balance while also pressing their bodies flush together. “Or…”

Kira didn’t know if Nate intended to finish that sentence, but she didn’t wait to find out. “Nate,” she whispered against his lips. “Give me something else to think about.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before he was kissing her, slow and intense and already with an edge of urgency. Like he was starving for it, for her, like with each press and drag of his lips he was trying to make up for every minute he’d spent not kissing her--including the three hundred years before they’d met.

She opened for him eagerly, meeting his hunger with her own, swallowing his groan as the kiss deepened. They stumbled in the vague direction of the kitchen, both of them unwilling to untangle enough to watch where they’re going. They missed the doorway, but Nate’s back hit the wall next to it and that was good enough.

Kira dragged her mouth away from his to trail kisses down his neck instead. Her fingers were clumsy on the buttons of his shirt, too much need and not enough grace. “Maybe we should take this somewhere more private. In case the others wake up.”

In an unexpected display of impatience, he took over the task of unbuttoning his shirt, getting it undone and open in a flash of superhuman dexterity. He breathed out a gratified moan when her hands grazed his bare skin. 

Task completed, one of his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her lips back to his, though he continued to try to speak between kisses. “They are all out on patrol. They won’t be back for hours.”

“Okay--” Kira started to reply, but her words were lost in a yelp as she was suddenly lifted from the ground. Her legs wrapped automatically around his waist without waiting for any input from her brain--which was good, because it appeared to have short-circuited entirely.

Nate looked up at her with a pleased grin that would’ve looked cocky on anyone else. “But perhaps it would be best to have a door between us and them. Just in case.”

She just nodded, not trusting her voice, clinging to his shoulders a little harder than necessary.

His grin sharpened to a sultry smirk. “Is something wrong, Kira?”

“Nope,” she answered, too quickly, blush darkening her face from the reminder that he could read her reaction so easily. “I knew you were strong, I just hadn’t considered what… other applications that could have.”

That wasn’t true, and they both knew it.

“And now?”

“Now, I’m considering. Intently.” Her hands found their way inside his open shirt again, exploring every inch of skin they could reach.

They didn’t do much better watching where they were going this time either, too wrapped up in each other, but somehow managed not to trip over anything. Nate carried her effortlessly, holding her with only one arm as he closed the kitchen door behind them with the other. It was still far from “private,” but Kira was having trouble caring about much beyond the lips on her skin and the arms around her and the hard length she could feel pressed between her thighs.

Eventually, they made it to Nate’s intended destination, and Kira let out a breathless laugh as he set her down carefully on the dining table. “You’ve been thinking about this since that comment I made at Tina���s, haven’t you?”

“Oh, my sweet Kira…” the way he said her name made her shiver; so did the look in his eyes, “I’ve been thinking about this since I bought the table.”

Her eyes slammed shut as that knowledge hit its target, along with all the implications that came with it. “Fuck.”

For once, Nate didn’t wince at her swearing. He just chuckled, low and smooth and clearly very pleased with himself.

Since his arms were now unoccupied, his hands instead found their way under her shirt, skimming purposefully up her sides and over her ribs, rucking the fabric up as he went. “Perhaps I should tell you the thoughts I’ve had about the sofas in the library as well.”

Tempting as it was, she shook that thought off--though she had no doubt she would remember this next time she had research to do. “I’d like that. Later.” She pressed her palm to the front of his jeans, dragging her hand over the hard swell of his cock. “Right now, I’d rather you just fuck me.”

Nate’s head fell back, eyes fluttering closed, jaw clenching around the low rumble of a growl that Kira could feel more than hear. He stayed that way, seemingly lost in sensation for the moment, barely moving beyond the restless stuttering of his hips as she mapped the shape of him through the thick denim.

“You are so bloody beautiful like this,” she murmured, releasing him just long enough to undo his belt and pull down his zipper so she could free him from his jeans. “I would almost think I’m still dreaming, but my dreams are never this lovely.”

He shushed her, pressing his thumb to her lips, the rest of his hand curling almost possessively around the curve of her jaw. “No more talk about dreams. We’re here to--” a sharp gasp escaped him as she took him in hand, “--to get your mind off of that.”

A smirk grew across her lips, widening as Nate traced the curve of it. “Oh, is that the only reason we’re doing this? How generous of you.”

“I would do anything for you,” he vowed without hesitation, followed by a groan as her tongue darted out to lick the tip of his thumb. He watched the motion with rapt attention. “But I won’t pretend my intentions were entirely altruistic.”

She turned her head to kiss his palm, then the inside of his wrist. “Good. You could stand to be a little selfish.”

There was something wild in his eyes when they met hers again. Untethered. But also fragile, like he could shatter if she touched him the right way.

Kira decided to risk it anyway. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned down and licked a broad stripe along the underside of his cock.

He swore under his breath, the language not one she recognized but the sentiment behind it clear enough. It was such a lovely reaction that she did it again, slower, savoring the taste of him as well as the sounds he made.

The angle made it difficult to do much more than tease him, but Nate clearly didn’t mind, praise falling from his lips in a mix of languages as if it was a struggle to hold on to any of them for long. She could identify some of them, and heard her name interspersed throughout, muttered like a prayer between endearments, ya rouhi, cariad, zhizn moya, mon cœur, beloved.

It wasn’t long before he’s tugging at her with shaking hands, the words “Kira” and “wait” exhaled on a shuddering sigh. She stopped immediately, leaning back to give him room to catch his breath--but instead of doing so he just followed her, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss, pressing her down until she was laying on the table again.

“You are exquisite.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, followed by another at the edge of her jaw. “You make me feel…” He trailed off, as if none of the words he had were sufficient. She knew the feeling.

His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, a shaky sigh escaping him as she arched her neck to give him better access, baring her throat to him.

“One of these days,” he said in a voice like rolling thunder - deep, exhilarating, a promise of things to come, “I’m going to get you somewhere I can take my time with you.”

Before she could respond, he was moving down, nipping at her collarbone and the crook of her neck. His hands were as restless as his lips, grabbing and caressing and kneading but never staying in one place for long, as if he was trying to touch her everywhere at once.

“Somewhere I can spend hours exploring you.” His fangs just barely scraped against her skin, a slight sting before he soothed it with a sweep of his tongue. It sent electricity sparking through her, setting her alight. “I want to learn every way you like to be touched. Every sound you make.” 

Long, elegant fingers traced up the inside of her thigh and past the hem of her sleep shorts - Kira had never been so grateful to the summer heat for convincing her not to wear long pants - pushing them aside along with her underwear to delve into her slick folds.

She whined, high and helpless and shaped vaguely like his name, and Nate echoed it with a broken groan. His lips found their way back to hers, kissing her with the same torturously slow rhythm of his fingers, licking into her mouth as he pressed into her.

“I wish I had the patience for it tonight,” he breathed between kisses, “but you are irresistible.” He pulled his hand away, swallowing her whimper of protest. “I will do my best to make it up to you next time.”

It was a struggle for Kira to find her voice. Desire simmered under her skin like a living thing, burning away all semblance of thought or language until all she had left was “Nate, please.”

Those were the only words she needed. As soon as they were out of her mouth, Nate was lining himself up and pushing into her, slow and relentless, until their hips were flush against each other.

She groaned at the delicious stretch as he filled her, a shiver coursing through her. The motion made his hips jerk forward, hands clutching hard at her thighs, which in turn made her clench around him. An echo chamber of sensation, bouncing endlessly between them.

“Kira,” Nate pleaded, completely undone and devastatingly beautiful, “I can’t--” He growled between clenched teeth, all his eloquence lost under desire.

Kira knew what he was trying to say. She pulled him down to kiss him, all open mouths and tangling tongues. “Don’t hold back,” and then, again, “Nate, please.”

There was nothing tender or gentle about the way they moved together, both of them too far gone, desperate and driven. 

Nate only barely stayed within the bounds of human ability, thrusts just a touch faster than a mortal man could manage, grip a little too strong, leaving bruises on her hips and thighs that he’d feel guilty about in the morning. Kira didn’t mind them; she just wished her own marks didn’t fade so quickly, that she could leave some visible proof that she wasn’t still dreaming.

The pleasure built quickly, coiling in her belly, growing tighter and tighter with every movement, every thrust and kiss and broken sound. She could already see the end in sight, and she tried to hold herself back, to slow down just a little and savor it, but then he shifted, changing angles and sliding into her just so--

She careened over the edge with barely any warning, and he followed close behind her. They held each other together as they shattered and shook apart.

It could have been minutes or hours later when Kira became aware of her surroundings again. The kitchen was quiet except for their slowing breathing, the sky still dark through the window over the sink. Nate loomed warm and heavy above her, his forehead resting on her chest over the still-racing beat of her heart.

She combed her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face enough to plant a weak kiss on his temple. That took the last energy she had, and her head fell back on the table with a dull thunk. “You know, I have to say, Victorian carpenters really knew their shit.” She gave the table a fond pat. “Very sturdy construction.”

Nate’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. “I’m sure they’d be happy to know their work is still appreciated.” He lifted his head enough to meet her eyes, expression blissful and adoring. “Though perhaps not quite in the manner it was intended.”

“We’re getting pretty good at using furniture in ways it wasn’t intended.”

He hummed in agreement and appreciation. “More than ‘pretty good,’ I think.” With a groan, he pushed himself off of her and sluggishly got to his feet, offering a hand to help her clamber somewhat-gracefully off the table. “But perhaps we should give it a break and take this elsewhere.”

It wasn’t a question, but it felt like one, and Kira let herself consider it while they put their clothes back to rights and checked to make sure they hadn’t left the kitchen a mess. It wasn’t that she didn’t know the answer; it was that she wasn’t sure she was brave enough to ask it yet.

As if he could sense her hesitation, Nate stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned gratefully into his embrace, sighing contentedly when he kissed her cheek. “I should probably get some more sleep.”

“I agree,” he said neutrally, not giving her any insight into his own thoughts.

She closed her eyes and forced the words out in a whisper he probably wouldn’t have heard if he were human, admitting for the second time that night, “I don’t want to be alone.”

It was harder to say than it had been the first time. ‘Alone’ was what she’d always done best; she wasn’t quite sure who she was without it. Part of her thought it would be safer to just face the nightmares again.

He spun her around so he could kiss her, in equal parts comfort and relief. And then kissed her again, just because he could. “Would you…” he swallowed hard, and it made her feel better to know he was nervous too, “would it be all right if I stayed with you awhile? At least until you fall asleep.”

Kira liked that he made it sound like his idea, asking if he could rather than if she wanted him to. It took some of the pressure off, made her feel a little less vulnerable when she confessed, “I’d like that.” She could feel his smile when he kissed her again. “My room or yours?”

“Mine.” There was a hint of a purr in Nate’s voice, despite what they’d just finished doing. “I’ve wanted to get you in my bed for some time now.”

She laughed, feeling a knot of tension that had been lingering finally begin to unravel. “Then take me to bed, love.”

No sooner than the words were out, he lifted her off the ground once again, chuckling as she yelped in surprise. He carried her down the hall at close-to-human speed.

The bedroom door closed behind them just before the rest of the team returned home.

#rhi writes #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #kira kingston #kira/nate #am I brave enough to put this on ao3? I haven't decided yet #it feels weird to say but writing this helped me figure out a lot about where their relationship stands post-book 3 #but I'm not gonna rant about that in the tags it deserves its own post eventually #this also may be one of my favorite things I've ever written :3 #I love them so much and I want them to be happy #and to have so much sex on so many surfaces that aren't their actual beds lmao #title is from hozier's song 'moment's silence' because it felt appropriate and also because of who I am as a person

[amlovelies]

I’m still not sure what I want Kira’s canon to be for book 2

first time I played her she saved sanja, got the treaty with the maa-alusad and everything was good

but like that was before I’d developed her more

this time when I played her she chose to save Adam, and I was torn because Kira takes her job very seriously. She’s my daddy issues detective. She takes the job to feel closer to a father she never got to meet. she’s determined to do well at it to feel like she has his approval some sort of connection to him when she’s only gotten scraps of stories about him. she is constantly grieving not getting to have a relationship with him.

learning that he died because of the supernatural and then seeing adam being overwhelmed like that? I just think it would be too much for her to do the “right” thing in that moment. I think emotion would overrule her and she would save adam instead

which like I love the tu omnia line. it’s gold but this feels more like what she would actually choose in that moment. I just want to see if I can pull of the neutral ending instead of the hostile with falk because in general she is pretty charming, but she really got off on the wrong foot with falk by shooting the mirror (but again that was about protecting the man she is falling in love with in)

#just some rambling oc thoughts #ignore me #oc: kira kingston #sky speaks

[chaos-vulpix]

Rockshot Rave: Cole

This has been... a few months in the making...

Inspired by my initial Atershock playlist, I've put together my largest playlist so far, all to create the most Clubbing Vibe that only Cole could facilitate

Enjoy :)

7/11 - Beyoncé

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got) - Fergie ft. Q-Tip & GoonRock | The Great Gatsby

Addicted to a Memory - Zedd ft. Bahari

After LIKE - IVE

Aftershock - Cash Cash ft. Jacquie Lee

Alive - Krewella

All Around The World - Justin Bieber ft. Ludacris

All Night (Louis The Child Remix) - Chance The Rapper ft. Knox Fortune

Angels - Vicetone ft. Kat Nestel

Applause - Lady Gaga

Bad Memories - MEDUZA & James Carter ft. Elley Duhé & FAST BOY

Bang Bang - Rita Ora & Imanbek

Bass Down Low - DEV ft. The Cataracs

Blah Blah Blah - Kesha ft. 3OH!3

BOOMBAYAH - BLACKPINK

Break The Ice - Britney Spears

Build The Cities (Empire of Sound) - Karma Fields & Tristam ft. Kerli

Burn It Down - AtellaGali & Rvssian ft. Fuego, Konshens & Satori

Butterfly Effect VIP - Koven

Call Your Girlfriend - Robyn

Catching On - Elephante ft. Nevve

Clarity (Virtual Riot Remix) - Zedd ft. Foxes

Closer (Xan Griffin Remix) - The Chainsmokers ft. Halsey

Club Can't Handle Me - Flo Rida ft. David Guetta

Come & Get It - Selena Gomez

DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love - Usher ft. Pitbull

Erase - The Chainsmokers ft. Priyanka Chopra

Evacuate the Dancefloor - Cascada

Every Single Day - Benassi Bros. ft. Dhany

Everything Black - Unlike Pluto ft. Micah Martin

Excuse Me - AOA

Feel This Moment - Pitbull ft. Christina Aguilera

Finest Hour (Madison Mars Remix) - Cash Cash ft. Abir

Fire Burning - Sean Kingston

Gecko (Overdrive) - Oliver Heldens & Becky Hill

Get Low - Zedd & Liam Payne

Ghosts 'n' Stuff - deadmau5 ft. Rob Swire

Give Me Everything - Pitbull ft. Ne-Yo, Afrojack & Nayer

Goodness Gracious (The Chainsmokers Remix) - Ellie Goulding

Guaya - Eva Simons

Hella Good - No Doubt

Hello Good Morning - Diddy-Dirty Money ft. T.I.

Hit My Heart - Benassi Bros. ft. Dhany

Hymn For The Weekend (Alan Walker Remix) - Coldplay ft. Beyoncé

I Don't Like You (Kygo Remix) - Eva Simons

In My Head - PNAU ft. Kira Divine

Into The Night - Nero

Into You - Ariana Grande

Karma (Alpharock & Devan Remix) - Robinson

Kick It - NCT 127

Kickstarts - Example

L'Amour Toujours (Tiësto Edit) - Dzerko & Torres ft. Delaney Jane

Lavender Haze (Snakehips Remix) - Taylor Swift

Let's Go (Vicetone Remix) - Calvin Harris ft. Ne-Yo

Like a G6 - Far East Movement ft. The Cataracs & DEV

Look Into My Eyes (Syn Cole Remix) - Brando

Lose Control - MEDUZA, Becky Hill & Goodboys

Lose My Breath - Destiny's Child

Mad At You - Navvy

Make You Say - Zedd, Maren Morris & BEAUZ

Medicine (The Chainsmokers Remix) - Daughter

Miami 82 (Vocal Mix) - Syn Cole ft. Madame Buttons

Middle (Mija Remix) - DJ Snake ft. Bipolar Sunshine

Never More (DJ Yummy Remix) - Shoji Meguro ft. Shihoko Hirata | Persona 4

OTW (Hälder Flip) - Khalid

Other Side - Illenium, Said The Sky & Vera Blue

Overdose - Ciara

Papercut - Zedd ft. Troye Sivan

Party Rock Anthem - LMFAO ft. Lauren Bennett & GoonRock

Pon de Replay - Rihanna

Rabiosa - Shakira ft. El Cata

Radioactive - Rita Ora

Red Lights - Tiësto ft. Michel Zitron

Release Me - Agnes

River - PNAU & Ladyhawke

Roll 'n Rock - Bali Bandits

Round & Round - Selena Gomez & the Scene

Sandstorm - Darude

Say Aah - Trey Songz ft. Fabolous

See Tình (Cucak Remix) - Hoàng Thùy Linh

She Wolf (Falling to Pieces) - David Guetta ft. Sia

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK (Loud Luxury Remix) - Joji

So Close - NOTD & Felix Jaehn ft. Georgia Ku & Captain Cuts

SOS - Rihanna

Stranger Love - PNAU ft. Budjerah

Stronger - TheFatRat, Slaydit & Anjulie

Takeaway - The Chainsmokers & Illenium ft. Lennon Stella

Talking Body (Gryffin Remix) - Tove Lo

Technologic - Daft Punk

The Girl Is Mine (Club Mix) - 99 Souls ft. Destiny's Child & Brandy

This Is Love - will.i.am ft. Eva Simons

Tonight I’m Getting Over You - Carly Rae Jepsen

Where Have You Been - Rihanna

Wild Ones - Flo Rida ft. Sia

Wings (Nu:Logic Remix) - Birdy

Words - Feint ft. Laura Brehm

Yeah! - Usher ft. Lil Jon & Ludacris

You (à la) - SACHI

Your Affection (fu_mou Remix) - Shoji Meguro ft. Shihoko Hirata | Persona 4

Your Spell - Bad Computer

#the ninja legacy whip #legacyverse #cole brookstone #legacyverse playlists #rockshot rave

[doubleattitude]

Radix Dance Convention Nationals, Las Vegas 2022: RESULTS

Protege:

Cash Prizes:

Winners: $1000

Runners-up: $500

Mini

Top 31:

Tayah Klimuck Peyton Nowacki Helena Olaerts Greta Wagner Alexis Kathol Addyson Paul Khloe Kwon Aria Du Sara Von Rotz Taehgan Vue Piper Perusse Natalie Gerami Josh Lundy Isabella Piedrahita Zoe Flores Chase Castle

Top 15:

Dylan Custodio Lucia Piedrahita Neo Del Corral Skyla Lucena Devyn Scherff Emily Polis Karyna Majeroni Isabella Kouznetsova Everleigh Soutas

Top 6:

Regan Gerena Diana Kouznetsova Roxie Onellion Camila Giraldo Ellary Day Szyndlar

Winner:

Skylar Wong (Woodbury Dance Center)

Junior

Top 31:

Brooklyn Ladia Hailey Panchame Madison Carmody Bella Ray D’Armas Ariela Ephraim Alexcia Roloff-Hafenbreadl Avery Maycunich Kylie Carter Elie Rabin Riley Zeitler Zachary Gibson Elizabeth Bilecki Claire Avonne Kingston Jackson Jue

Top 17:

Campbell Clark Victoria Martinez Anya Inger Georgia Beth Peters Sophia Schiano Failenn Daley Kya Massimino Leila Winker Paislyn Schroeder Santiago Sosa Esme Chou Angelina Elliott

Top 5:

Haiden Neuville Kylee Casares Alexis Mayer Kaili Kester

Winner:

Aaliyah Dixon (Summit Dance Shoppe)

Teen:

Top 31:

Giselle Gandarilla Emmy Claire Kaiden Ronnie Lewis Kenzie Jones Cooper Macalalad Natalia Wazio Keoni Guerrero Rachel Loiselle Ava Raucci Mia Ibach Kendyl Fay Nicholas Bustos Ayla Rodriguez Rylee Young

Top 17:

Brianna Hicks Addison Middleton Ian Stegeman Kaitlyn Tom Trent Grappe Kylee Ngo Sophie Garcia Carly Thinfen Izzy Howard Gracyn French Colin Bendziewicz

Top 6:

Luke Barrett Avery Cashen Keagan Capps Kira Chan Sabine Nehls

Winner:

Dyllan Blackburn (Project 21)

Senior

Top 33:

Mia Tassani Angelina Flores Kaitlyn Allen Tyra Polke Edon Hartzy Perris Amento Eliazar Jimenez Maddie Thanos Sophie Grabau Madison Burkhart Jessica Babich Minda Li Marissa Brunner Kaitlyn Babich Peyton Martineau Louise Hindsbo Nina Sawaya Kai Javier

Top 15:

Ava La France Cayla Bennish Devin Mar Bella Tagle Destanye Diaz Kayla Pereira Jordyn Green Anthony Ciaccio Forest Myers

Top 6:

Sarah Moore Jackson Roloff-Hafenbreadl Emma Mather Sam Fine Emily Madden

Winner:

Easton Magliarditi (The Rock Center for Dance)

Finals:

High Scores by Age:

Cash Prizes:

1st: $200

2nd: $100

3rd: $50

Rookie Solo

Top 7

4th: Preslie Ball- ‘Boots’

4th: Margaret Mason- ‘Over the Rainbow’

5th: Caydence Zuehlke- ‘Tea’

6th: Nola Molter- ‘Look At Me’

7th: Zoey Brooke- ‘End of Time’

7th: Emery Bourne- ‘Footwurkin’

7th: Colette Stutzman- ‘My Girl’

7th: Elory Otto- ‘Speaking French’

7th: Rue Willis- ‘Woman’

8th: Sienna Bastler- ‘Please Mr Postman’

9th: Shale Herrera- ‘La Vie En Rose’

10th: Giselle Pilorin- ‘My Boyfriend’s Back’

10th: Emma Acosta- ‘Sweet Dreams’

2nd runner-up ($250)

James Iwamoto- ‘Lost’ (Pave School of the Arts)

1st runner-up ($350)

Hadley Morse- ‘Into the Great’ (Summit Dance Shoppe)

Top Soloist ($500)

Cece Chung- ‘I’m Going Bananas’ (Project 21)

Mini Solo

Top 7

4th: Regan Gerena- ‘Cinema Italiano’

5th: Emily Polis- ‘House of Keta’

6th: Tova Thompson- ‘Pulse’

6th: Anita Rodriguez- ‘The Garden’

6th: Zoe Flores- ‘Transitions’

7th: Karyna Majeroni- ‘La Rouge’

8th: Alexis Kathol- ‘The Author’

9th: Dylan Custodio- ‘Derive’

9th: Ella Dobler- ‘Did I Stutter?’

9th: Neo Del Corral- ‘Hold Me’

9th: Delilah Hewitt- ‘Lament’

9th: Addison Price- ‘Sarajevo’

10th: Lucia Piedrahita- ‘Camera’s Rolling’

10th: Greta Wagner- ‘If You Were Here’

2nd runner-up ($250)

Diana Kouznetsova- ‘Rinse + Repeat’ (Project 21)

1st runner-up ($350)

Skylar Wong- ‘Best of My Love’ (Woodbury Dance Center)

Top Soloist ($500)

Isabella Kouznetsova- ‘Wake Up’ (Project 21)

Junior Solo

Top 7

4th: Zoe Zielinski- ‘Girl From Ipanema’

4th: Angelina Elliott- ‘Look What Your Love Has Done To Me’

5th: Emily Joy Core- ‘Alpha’

5th: Kya Massimino- ‘Arena’

5th: Avery Maycunich- ‘With You’

6th: Anya Inger- ‘Attitude’

6th: Victoria Johnson- ‘Insensible’

6th: Payton Gourely- ‘Mad World’

7th: Victoria Martinez- ‘Music Is the Answer’

7th: Claire Avonne Kingston- ‘State of Awareness’

8th: Tiara Sherman- ‘Belly of the Beast’

9th: Avery Lee- ‘Arches’

9th: Bella Rey D’Armas- ‘Dimensions’

9th: Sasha Milstein- ‘Nature Boy’

10th: Leighton Werner- ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’

10th: Alexcia Roloff-Hafenbreadl- ‘Far From Home’

10th: Esme Chou- ‘Withheld’

3rd runner-up ($250)

Teagan Chavez- ‘That’s Life’ (AVANTI Dance Company)

2nd runner-up ($250)

Alexis Mayer- ‘Winter Morning II’ (The Rock Center for Dance)

1st runner-up ($350)

Kylee Casares- ‘Home With You’ (Stars Dance Studio)

Top Soloist ($500)

Aaliyah Dixon- ‘Silence’ (Summit Dance Shoppe)

Teen Solo

Top 7:

4th: Sophie Garcia- ‘Evermore’

5th: Giselle Gandarilla- ‘La Vie’

6th: Keoni Guerrero- ‘Blackjack’

6th: Colin Bendziewicz- ‘Don’t Worry’

7th: Sarah Laskowski- ‘Good Evening, Welcome’

7th: Kenzie Jones- ‘The Bottom Line’

8th: Addison Middleton- ‘Closing’

8th: Bella Saferstein- ‘Dangerous’

8th: Kennie Shen- ‘Man’s World’

8th: June Hurley- ‘Mr Sandman’

9th: Kylie Vandeest- ‘Awoo’

10th: Gracyn French- ‘I Did It All Over Again’

10th: Amelia Duncan- ‘My Way’

2nd runner-up ($250)

Ian Stegeman- ‘Aria’ (Woodbury Dance Center)

1st runner-up ($350)

Izzy Howard- ‘Adveniat’ (The Rock Center for Dance)

Top Soloist ($500)

Dyllan Blackburn- ‘A Pale’ (Project 21)

Senior Solo

Top 7

4th: Jackson Roloff-Hafenbreadl- ‘Moon’

5th: Sophie Grabau- ‘Women’

6th: Sophia Cobo- ‘Funny Girl’

7th: Emily Madden- ‘Concerto In F Minor’

8th: Forest Myers- ‘Parameters’

9th: Emma Mather- ‘Dancing’

9th: Rachel Leon- ‘Die For You’

9th: Levi Sherman- ‘I Know It’s Over’

10th: Edon Hartzy- ‘Solitude’

10th: Erica Vannucci- ‘Step Off the Train’

3rd runner-up ($250)

Easton Magliarditi- ‘Jealous’ (The Rock Center for Dance)

2nd runner-up ($250)

Sam Fine- ‘To Multiply’ (Stars Dance Studio)

1st runner-up ($350)

Destanye Diaz- ‘Unhurt’ (Stars Dance Studio)

Top Soloist ($500)

Selena Hamilton- ‘Supermodel’ (Project 21)

Rookie Duet/Trio

1st: The Movement Dance Academy- ‘One’

2nd: Studio X- ‘Turn to Stone’

3rd: Studio X- ‘Human’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Remember Me’ 

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Mr Big Stuff’

5th: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Dream’

Mini Duet/Trio

1st: Project 21- ‘The Blue or Red Pill’

2nd: New Level Dance Company- ‘Complex Notion’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘The Meadow’

3rd: Studio X- ‘Ready or Npt’

4th: Danceplex- ‘Evening Rise’

5th: Studio 19 Dance Complex- ‘Sophisticated’

Junior Duet/Trio

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Only the Bravest’

2nd: Mather Dance Company- ‘Memories’

3rd: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Together’

4th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘The Pure’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Dreamgirls’

Teen Duet/Trio

1st: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Mine’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Surrender’

3rd: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Still’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Love Lockdown’

5th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘You and I Both’

Senior Duet/Trio

1st: Project 21- ‘Shaping’

2nd: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Power vs Passion’

3rd: CanDance Studios- ‘Backseat’

4th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Fire My Heart’

5th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Voice Like’

Rookie Group

1st: Project 21- ‘It’s Raining Men’

2nd: Pave School of the Arts- ‘You Make Me Feel So Young’

3rd: The Movement Dance Academy- ‘What About Us’

4th: Impact Dance- ‘Like A Prayer’

5th: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Boogie Shoes’

Mini Group

1st: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Bangalore Whispers’

2nd: Project 21- ‘1+1=2′

3rd: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Colors’

4th: Mather Dance Company- ‘Click Clack’

5th: Project 21- ‘That’s Amore’

Junior Group

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Don’t Forget Me’

2nd: Project 21- ‘My Pumps’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Never Going Back Again’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Vogue’

4th: Cypress Dance Project- ‘What Is Love?’

4th: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Supermarket Woman’

4th: Project 21- ‘Something Bad Is About to Happen’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Up Against the Wind’

5th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Dance Me’

Teen Group

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Bang Bang’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Sound & Color’

3rd: Mather Dance Company- ‘Blower’s Daughter’

3rd: CanDance Studios- ‘Glitter’

4th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Home’

4th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘The Letting Go’

5th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘So Broken’

5th: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘The Ride’

Senior Group

1st: Mather Dance Company- ‘Crime For Crime’

1st: Distinction Dance Company- ‘Do You’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘These Days’

3rd: Project 21- ‘Destination’

4th: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Bloodline’

4th: Mather Dance Company- ‘To Be Loved’

5th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Night’

5th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Ode to a Love Lost’

5th: Mather Dance Company- ‘Stayaway’

Rookie Line

1st: The Movement Dance Academy- ‘Last Dance’

2nd: Studio X- ‘Drumline’

3rd: Pave School of the Arts- ‘Looking Good and Feeling Gorgeous’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Party People’

Mini Line

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘What About Us’

2nd: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Don’t Mean A Thing’

2nd: Mather Dance Company- ‘Tens’

3rd: Mather Dance Company- ‘Via Dolorosa’

4th: Project 21- ‘Fashionista’

4th: Impact Dance Studio- ‘River Deep’

5th: Project 21- ‘Dawn’

Junior Line

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘When Doves Cry’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘9 to 5′

3rd: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Tribal Beauties’

4th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Applause’

4th: Pave School of the Arts- ‘I Feel Pretty’

5th: Impact Dance Studio- ‘It’s All Coming Back’

Teen Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Welcome to the Internet’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Cinema (Act II)

3rd: Mather Dance Company- ‘Crazy Love’

4th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Wasteland’

5th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Against Me’

5th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Call Waiting’

5th: Project 21- ‘Dangerous’

5th: Haja Dance Company- ‘Everything Must Change’

5th: Project 21- ‘Malevolence’

5th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Traditions’

Senior Line

1st: Mather Dance Company- ‘Gravity’

2nd: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Ric Flair Drip’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Young & Free’

4th: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Now Boarding’

5th: CanDance Studios- ‘M.I.R’

Rookie Extended Line

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Do Your Thing’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Rockin’ Robin’

3rd: Impact Dance- ‘When You Believe’

4th: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘Cool Rider’

4th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘You Are Enough’

5th: Impact Dance- ‘Wash That Man’

Mini Extended Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Cinema (Act 1)’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’

3rd: Impact Dance- ‘Hernandos Hideaway’

3rd: CanDance Studios- ‘Lip Gloss’

4th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Shake My Hand’

5th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Pink Cadillac’

5th: Pave School of the Arts- ‘Shoeless Joe’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘My Way’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Collateral Damage’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘I Want You’

4th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘You Make Me Feel’

5th: Project 21- ‘Hey, Hi, Hello’

Teen Extended Line

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Sing’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘No Time To Stand and Stare’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Slip n Slide(s)’

4th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Runaway’

5th: CanDance Studios- ‘Sound of Awakening’

Senior Extended Line

1st: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Out For Blood’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘All Dessen Mud’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Check It Out’

3rd: Project 21- ‘Cell Block Tango’

4th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Love Game’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Fallout’

Mini Production

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Pump It Up’

2nd: Impact Dance- ‘Low’

3rd: CanDance Studios- ‘National Pastime’

3rd: Impact Dance- ‘The One’

Junior Production

1st: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Back to the Swing’

1st: The Movement Dance Academy- ‘Love Shack’

2nd: CanDance Studios- ‘Unite’

3rd: Impact Dance- ‘Yala’

4th: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘Money’

Teen Production

1st: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Por Mi Alma’

2nd: Project 21- ‘Love Letter to Ari’

3rd: CanDance Studios- ‘Eat’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Funk & Soul’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Mr. Bojangles’

Senior Production

1st: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘We Run This��

High Score by Performance Division:

Voucher Prizes:

1st: $200

2nd: $100

3rd: $50

Rookie Jazz

1st: Project 21- ‘It’s Raining Men’

2nd: The Movement Dance Academy- ‘Last Dance’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Forever Your Girl’

4th: Mather Dance Company- ‘We Love Freddy’

4th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Rockin’ Robin’

5th: CanDance Studios- ‘Love Shack’

5th: Impact Dance- ‘Ladies Room’

Rookie Hip-Hop

1st: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘Lose Control’

2nd: Studio X- ‘Drumline’

3rd: Impact Dance- ‘Going Back to Cali’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Nursery Rhymes’

5th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Beggin’

Rookie Tap

1st: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Boogie Shoes’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Do Your Thing’

3rd: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘Build Me Up Buttercup’

4th: Mather Dance Company- ‘These Boots’

Rookie Lyrical

1st: The Movement Dance Academy- ‘What About Us’

2nd: Impact Dance- ‘Like A Prayer’

3rd: Impact Dance- ‘When You Believe’

4th: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘Keep You Safe’

5th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘You Are Enough’

Rookie Musical Theatre

1st: Pave School of the Arts- ‘Hernando’s Hideaway’

2nd: Dance Studio C- ‘This Little Piggy’

Rookie Specialty

Pave School of the Arts- ‘You Make Me Feel So Young’

Mini Jazz

1st: Mather Dance Company- ‘Tens’

2nd: Project 21- ‘1+1=2′

3rd: Project 21- ‘Fashionista’

3rd: Impact Dance Studio- ‘River Deep’

4th: Mather Dance Company- ‘Click Clack’

5th: Mather Dance Company- ‘Hush Hush’

Mini Ballet

1st: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Swan Lake Waltz’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Saute Sonata’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Simple Symphony’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Spanish Dance’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Flute Concerto No 2′

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Pump It Up’

2nd: CanDance Studios- ‘Lip Gloss’

3rd: Impact Dance- ‘Low’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Oh Okay’

5th: Heat Dance Studio- ‘Lil Funk’

Mini Tap

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Shake My Hand’

2nd: Studio 19 Dance Complex- ‘Dr Bones’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘For The Navy’

4th: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘PYT’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Dance With Me Tonight’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Think’

Mini Lyrical

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘What About Us’

2nd: Mather Dance Company- ‘Via Dolorosa’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Imagine’

4th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’

5th: Mather Dance Company- ‘Hold On To Me’

Mini Musical Theatre

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Don’t Mean A Thing’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Cinema (Act 1)’

3rd: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Thankful’

4th: Impact Dance- ‘Hernandos Hideaway’

5th: Pave School of the Arts- ‘Shoeless Joe’

Mini Contemporary

1st: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Colors’

2nd: Project 21- ‘Dawn’

3rd: Project 21- ‘Big Spender’

4th: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Escape Artist’

5th: Studio X- ‘Green Light’

Mini Specialty

1st: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Bangalore Whispers’

2nd: Project 21- ‘That’s Amore’

3rd: Mather Dance Company- ‘Orange Colored Sky’

4th: Pave School of the Arts- ‘Higher’

5th: Pave School of the Arts- ‘Footloose’

Junior Jazz

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘When Doves Cry’

2nd: Pave School of the Arts- ‘I Feel Pretty’

2nd: Project 21- ‘My Pumps’

2nd: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Applause’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘I Want You’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Vogue’

5th: Project 21- ‘Purse First’

Junior Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Tribal Beauties’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Ninety-Five Five’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Atlas’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘After Bach’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Anitra’s Dance’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: CanDance Studios- ‘Stacked’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Playground’

3rd: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘In Your Dreams’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Love You Different’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘We Will Rock You’

Junior Tap

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Never Going Back Again’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘You Make Me Feel’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Back to the Swing’

4th: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘All About That Bass’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Mayhem’

Junior Lyrical

1st: Impact Dance Studio-  ‘It’s All Coming Back’

2nd: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Read All About It’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Up Against the Wind’

4th: Mather Dance Company- ‘Permanent’

5th: The Movement Dance Academy- ‘Out of Hiding’

5th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Me In 20 Years’

5th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Color Me In’

Junior Musical Theatre

1st: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Going Down’

2nd: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Neighbors’

3rd: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Bend and Snap’

4th: Impact Dance- ‘Mein Herr’

5th: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘Money’

Junior Contemporary

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘My Way’

2nd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Don’t Forget Me’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Collateral Damage’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘9 to 5′

5th: Project 21- ‘Something Bad Is About To Happen’

5th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘The Dance’

Junior Ballroom

1st: Project 21- ‘Hey, Hi, Hello’

2nd: CanDance Studios- ‘Pusher Love’

Junior Specialty

1st: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Supermarket Woman’

2nd: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Do You’

2nd: CanDance Studios- ‘Unite’

3rd: The Studio Project- ‘Visual Distortion’

4th: Dance Studio C- ‘Hey Mr DJ’

5th: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘The Birds’

Teen Group

Teen Jazz

1st: Distinction Dance Company- ‘Clap Clap’

2nd: Dance Studio C- ‘Last Night’

3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy- ‘London Bridge’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Maniac’

5th: Visionary Dancer- ‘La Vita Nuova’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: Dancers’ Pointe- ‘Club 229′

Teen Tap

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Sound & Color’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Escape’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Because the Night’

4th: Gotta Dance- ‘My Boo’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘We Built This City’

Teen Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company- ‘Blower’s Daughter’

2nd: Haja Dance Company- ‘Lost’

3rd: Dance Studio C- ‘Slow It Down’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘I Surrender’

5th: Heat Dance Studio- ‘Beautiful’

Teen Musical Theatre

1st: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Mein Herr’

2nd: Impact Dance- ‘Be Italian’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Six’

Teen Contemporary

1st: CanDance Studios- ‘Glitter’

2nd: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Home’

2nd: Stars Dance Studio- ‘The Letting Go’

3rd: The Difference Dance Company- ‘So Broken’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘The Ride’

4th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Mary’

4th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Daylight’

4th: CanDance Studios- ‘Not Your Honey’

4th: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘Dangerous���

5th: Dance Studio C- ‘Somebody Else’

Teen Ballroom

1st: The Colony- ‘Fade’

Teen Specialty

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Bang Bang’

2nd: Impact Dance- ‘My Immortal

3rd: Dance Studio C- ‘Used To Know’

3rd: Dance Studio C- ‘Get Your Freak On’

4th: The Studio Project- ‘When Going Through It, Count To Four’

5th: Impact Dance- ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’

Teen Line, Extended Line, Production

Teen Jazz

1st: Project 21- ‘Love Letter to Ari’

2nd: Project 21- ‘Dangerous’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Funk & Soul’

3rd: Haja Dance Company- ‘A Ni Ni’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Mr Roboto’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Future Nostalgia’

4th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Fly Away’

5th: Haja Dance Company- ‘Doves’

5th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Eating The Runway’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: CanDance Studios- ‘Hijacked’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Tokyo Drift’

3rd: Project 21- ‘Pop’

4th: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Underground’

5th: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Don’t Go Yet’

Teen Tap

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Scoop’

2nd: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘Baltimore’s Fireflies’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘No Matter Where You Are’

4th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Take On Me’

Teen Lyrical

1st: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Here is to Life’

2nd: Haja Dance Company- ‘You’re Gonna Love Me’

3rd: Visionary Dancer- ‘Swim Good’

4th: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘2 Steps Away’

5th: Impact Dance- ‘Something Like This’

Teen Musical Theatre

1st: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Sing’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Welcome to the Internet’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Mr. Bojangles’

4th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Cupid’

5th: Artistic Motion Dance- ‘Whipped Into Shape’

Teen Contemporary

1st: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Por Mi Alma’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘No Time To Stand and Stare’

3rd: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Cinema (Act II)

4th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Runaway’

5th: CanDance Studios- ‘Sound of Awakening’

5th: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Wasteland’

Teen Ballroom

1st: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Salome’

2nd: CanDance Studios- ‘Rooooooooosendo and His Ladies’

Teen Specialty

1st: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Slip n Slide(s)’

1st: Mather Dance Company- ‘Crazy Love’

2nd: CanDance Studios- ‘Eat’

3rd: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Call Waiting’

4th: Distinction Dance Company- ‘Don’t Jealous Me’

5th: CanDance Studios- ‘Format It’

Senior Jazz

1st: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘Check It Out’

2nd: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Love Game’

3rd: Haja Dance Company- ‘Check It Out’

4th: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘The Chain’

5th: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Fallout’

Senior Ballet

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Circular Concerto’

Senior Hip-Hop

1st: CanDance Studios- ‘M.I.R’

2nd: Distinction Dance Company- ‘Icon’

3rd: Impact Dance- ‘Rake It Up’

4th: The Haus Dance Agency- ‘Role Modelz’

5th: Gotta Dance- ‘Do You?’

Senior Tap

1st: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘The Way’

2nd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘We Run This’

Senior Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company- ‘Gravity’

2nd: Mather Dance Company- ‘To Be Loved’

3rd: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Ode to a Love Lost’

4th: Impact Dance- ‘Come On Love’

5th: Impact Dance- ‘Used To Be Mine’

Senior Musical Theatre

1st: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Now Boarding’

2nd: Project 21- ‘Cell Block Tango’

3rd: Gotta Dance- ‘She Works Hard For the Money’

Senior Contemporary

1st: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Out For Blood’

2nd: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘These Days’

3rd: Project 21- ‘Destination’

3rd: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Young & Free’

4th: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Bloodline’

5th: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Night’

5th: Mather Dance Company- ‘Stayaway’

Senior Specialty

1st: Distinction Dance Company- ‘Do You’

1st: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Ric Flair Drip’

1st: Mather Dance Company- ‘Crime For Crime’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘All Dessen Mud’

3rd: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘Forever’

4th: Impact Dance- ‘Power’

5th: Mather Dance Company- ‘Detonate’

Best of Radix:

Cash Prizes:

Winner: $1000

1st runner-up: $500

2nd runner-up: $250

Runners-up: $150

Rookie

Winner:

Project 21- ‘It’s Raining Men’

Mini

Winner: Mather Dance Company- ‘Tens’

1st runner-up: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Bangalore Whispers’

2nd runner-up: Impact Dance Studio- ‘What About Us’

3rd runner-up: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Colors’

4th runner-up: Project 21- ‘1+1=2′

5th runner-up: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Cinema (Act 1)’

Junior

Winner: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘My Way’

1st runner-up: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Tribal Beauties’

2nd runner-up: Impact Dance Studio- ‘When Doves Cry’

3rd runner-up: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘Collateral Damage’

4th runner-up: Summit Dance Shoppe- ‘9 to 5′

5th runner-up: Pave School of the Arts- ‘I Feel Pretty’

6th runner-up: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Applause’

7th runner-up: Project 21- ‘My Pumps’

Teen Group

Winner: CanDance Studios- ‘Glitter’

1st runner-up: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Bang Bang’

2nd runner-up: Mather Dance Company- ‘Blower’s Daughter’

3rd runner-up: Stars Dance Studio- ‘The Letting Go’

4th runner-up: Woodbury Dance Center- ‘Sound & Color’

5th runner-up: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Home’

Teen Line, Extended Line, Production

Winner: Impact Dance Studio- ‘Sing’

1st runner-up: Evoke Dance Movement- ‘No Time To Stand and Stare’

2nd runner-up: The Rock Center for Dance- ‘Welcome to the Internet’

3rd runner-up: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Por Mi Alma’

4th runner-up: Project 21- ‘Love Letter to Ari’

Senior

Winner: Mather Dance Company- ‘Gravity’

1st runner-up: Stars Dance Studio- ‘Out For Blood’

2nd runner-up: Distinction Dance Company- ‘Do You’

3rd runner-up: AVANTI Dance Company- ‘These Days’

4th runner-up: The Difference Dance Company- ‘Ric Flair Drip’

Best in Show ($10,000)

Winner

Impact Dance Studio- ‘Sing’

[galpalaven]

tagged by @jozstankovich thank you!!

➺ favorite oc - Ruth Bihari and Saoirse Cathair rn, I think ➺ newest oc - Kirika + Kazuya Nanami ➺ oldest oc (not age-wise, but how long you've had them) - Kira, my beloved ➺ meanest oc - Ruth, Carter Kingston, Callahan O'Connell, C'Firah Rhazah ➺ softest oc - Miriam Hawke, Dan-Mi Yi, Phaedra Balaskas, Nell Delgado, Kirika Nanami ➺ most aloof/standoffish oc - Ruth Bihari, Noah Lowell, Ash Fisher ➺ dumbest (affectionate) oc- Junji "Jun" Takahata ➺ smartest oc - Ravan Pendragon, Ash Fisher, Ruth Bihari ➺ horniest oc - Penny Fisher, Saoirse Cathair ➺ oc you’d bang - Kazuya.... ➺ oc you'd be best friends with irl - Penny probably lol

#tag game #;w;

[musemuseum]

Muses | K

Kailani Kealoha | 23 | Auli'i Cravalho | Dance Instructor | Extra Info | Verses

Kamdyn Reese | 24 | Ross Butler | Occupation | Extra Info | Verses

Kash Peterson | 24 | Alex Wolff | Occupation | Extra Info | Verses

Katerina “Kitty” Quinn | 21 | Grace Van Dien | Occupation | Extra Info | Verses

Kaydence Spring | 24 | Eliza Dushku | Occupation | Extra Info | Verses

Keaton James | 39 | Chris Hemsworth | Surf Shop Owner | Extra Info | Verses

Kingston Valynwood | 58 | Jude Law | Occupation | Extra Info | Verses

Kipper Warren | 24 | Gregg Sulkin | Occupation | Extra Info | Verses

Kira North | 21 | Hailee Steinfeld | Occupation | Extra Info | Verses

Kitcher Fawkes | 27 | Evan Peters | Occupation | Extra Info | Verses

#muses; k

[crownleys]

Every time, you feel like coming home

#the wayhaven chronicles #nat sewell #nat x detective #twc detective #twc n sewell #n sewell #the wayhaven chronicles fanart #twc fanart #my wayhaven art #kira kingston #my art

[delucadarlingwriting]

Have Her Cake and Eat It - Part 2

Though I won't be doing one big edit/revision on this fic until the whole of Book 1's scene are done, I am still combing through each part a few days before posting. This has had the unfortunate side effect of making it all look like mush to me after a while, so I have to thank @crownleys as ever for being the best beta reader EVER. Beta reader/sounding board/emotional support artist/etc etc etc

Summary: Barbie's misgivings about working with the Agency only increase when she meets two of Unit Bravo's four members.

Word Count: 3,445

Last Part | Next Part

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[Barbie POV, Janet Greenland’s apartment building, interviewing Trevor Cunningham]

The apartment building they pull up to is just a few blocks away from the town square. It’s a red brick building with a few bike racks in the front, and a gated parking lot in the back. Barbie parks on the street, hoping that any patrolling officers will know it’s her car and not ticket her. Kira cuts a look at her, but says nothing as they get out of the car and hurry into the building’s lobby. It’s small, but clean, and very nearly empty. 

Waiting near the doors are two men, both looking straight to Kira with clear recognition. Both are tall, though one is extremely so, probably nearing six and a half feet tall. He wears a warm smile and fashionable, if casual, clothes. She recognizes the jeans as designer, and his button up shirt is tailored perfectly to his lean torso, noticeable despite the fine brown leather jacket he wears on top.

The other man is roughly Barbie’s height in heels, though he’s slouching against the wall. He has long, nearly black hair that frames his face in choppy, artful waves. Freckles spray out over his face and hands. He’s also wearing a leather jacket, but in black, and the rest of his clothes are relatively lowkey. Dark jeans, dark boots, and a dark t-shirt. He has a few leather cords around his neck that are tucked beneath the shirt. The clothes are fairly baggy, but it’s still clear he’s the broader of the two, built like an off-season linebacker.

If the other two agents on her team are of the same stature, poor Kira must feel positively miniature. 

“Kira,” the taller one says brightly, approaching the women with an open expression. His smile could knock Barbie flat on her rear if it were aimed her way, but Kira stands strong against it. He has dark, wavy brown hair styled back with a meticulous carelessness from his warm, brown eyes. A faint trace of stubble accentuates the sharp shape of his jaw. 

The other man approaches as well, though stays a few steps back. Despite his size, his boots make a shocking lack of noise against the tiles of the lobby. He looks to Kira first as well, but he notices Barbie. His shockingly grey eyes meet hers and she has to suck in a hard breath at the jolt of lightning it sends through her. It’s a relief when he looks away, uninterested.

“Nate, Mason,” Kira says, reaching back to usher Barbie closer. With barely a couple of feet between them now it makes how tall these two are all the more obvious. She has to look up while Kira is steadfastly refusing to crane her head back to do the same. Kira’s hand lands on Barbie’s arm in a friendly manner. “This is Detective Barbara Robertson. Barbie, this is Agent Nate Sewell,” Kira says, indicating the taller man.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Agent Sewell says, and yep, Barbie’s knees certainly go weak at the smile he gives her. She manages to keep her footing, if only barely. He offers a hand and for a thrilling moment as Barbie places her own in it, she wonders if he plans to kiss her knuckles. She has no such luck though, even if the slight pressure from his squeezing her is enough to make her pulse race.

The other man snorts and rolls his eyes, though for what reason, Barbie can’t be sure. Kira clears her throat at him and says, “And this is Specialist Agent Mason.”

The lack of a surname is interesting. Odd. She doesn’t know what to think of it, or of him. She wonders if she ought to refer to him as Specialist Agent Mason, Agent Mason, or just Mason.

“...Nice to meet you,” she says, hesitantly offering her hand to him. He just eyes it, like he’s never heard of a handshake before. Barbie curls her fingers back against her palm and lets her hand fall back to her side. His gaze drops down from her face, and she instinctively reaches up to touch the pink sapphire pendant necklace she always wears. It’s only as she does so that she also realizes the neckline on her blouse is rather low today. 

“Mason,” Kira growls. The specialist agent growls back, though not before throwing a smirk at Barbie.

She has never been in a setting where coworkers growled at one another so much. She isn’t sure how she’s going to like this partnership.

Agent Sewell gives an awkward laugh and gestures for the elevator. “Shall we get to it? You mentioned wanting to interview someone close to the victim, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Barbie says, a sour twist to her mouth. Mason seems to have already forgotten she’s there. Fine, she can handle a poor attitude so long as it isn’t directed toward her. She tugs her blazer into place and tries to adjust her neckline a little higher before gesturing for the elevator. “Shall we?”

A million questions flitter through Barbie’s mind as the four of them squeeze into the elevator—Agent Sewell in particular actually needing to duck to enter—all regarding just what these agents are really here to do. They don’t look like her image of any sort of agent. Not just their outfits, but…well, she can’t help noticing they’re extremely attractive. She expected them to look plain. Older too. Barbie has to resist wetting her lips, lest she smudge her lipstick. 

With some effort, she stops staring at them and gets her mind back on track.

“I’ve never heard much about what the Agency does,” Barbie says as the elevator doors slide shut. It’s an old elevator, still on a chain system rather than hydraulic, and it rattles to life in an alarming manner. She does her best to subtly shift toward the wall and grabs the hand rail.

Kira gives a short laugh. “Well, that’s by design. We can be a secretive bunch.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever heard of the Agency working with local law enforcement either,” Barbie says pointedly. Kira’s gaze drops to the badge on Barbie’s belt. Then she looks at her coworkers.

Seeming to pick up on Kira’s need, Agent Sewell says, “We don’t often find it necessary, but we are very much looking forward to working with you, Detective.”

“Oh,” Barbie says, stunned into a stupid sort of silence. She knows she’s being flattered. That doesn’t stop it from working, particularly coming from a handsome man with a voice as smooth as hot butter. 

The elevator shutters to a stop and the doors slide open. Fifth floor. They proceed out, Barbie leading the way. Mason pauses at the one just before it, nostrils flaring.

“Isn’t this the woman’s place?” he asks. Barbie checks the number against what she remembers from Janet Greenland’s file.

“I believe so,” she says, even though she’s certain of it. “Did you read the file as well?”

“What? No.” Mason blinks, looks over Barbie’s shoulder, then grimaces. “I mean yes.”

“...Right.” Barbie scrutinizes him, then turns back to look at Kira and Agent Sewell. Both are wearing pleasantly neutral expressions. It definitely puts her back in the shoes of her highschool self, always made fun of by the other girls without exactly knowing how she was being made fun of. Dusting her sleeves off, she says, “Well, it is Janet Greenland’s apartment, but we’ve done a sweep of her apartment already. We’re here to talk to her neighbor.” She can’t help the edge to her voice at the fact that he apparently didn’t already know that. Again, she questions just what kind of organization this Agency really is with agents like this.

Mason nods, though he’s still looking at the apartment door. Agent Sewell puts a hand on his shoulder and says, “We haven’t had much of a chance to go over any physical evidence ourselves. It might be a good idea for our team to come by and do our own sweep?”

“Fine. It couldn’t hurt,” Barbie says, waving them off and continuing on until she reaches the correct door. Kira stands right at her side, back ramrod straight and determined like she’s about to step onto a balance beam. Barbie takes a deep breath, reminds herself she’s done this before, and raps her knuckles against the door three times. 

Nothing happens. Barbie grimaces; Tina has always made comments on her weak knock. Kira glances up at her. 

“Mind if I try?” she asks. Barbie gestures for her to go ahead, stepping back. Kira takes Barbie’s place and knocks on the door using the side of her fist, the sound loud enough that it rattles the door on its hinges.

“Think they heard?” Mason asks. Agent Sewell rolls his eyes, but presses his lips against a smile.

From inside, there’s a sudden clatter and a call of, “Just a moment officer!”

Barbie looks down, impressed. Kira shrugs self-consciously.

“Most people don’t take me too seriously on looks alone, so I have to make up for it in other ways,” she says, gesturing to her five foot flat self. Barbie shakes her head.

“Foolish of them, clearly.” Barbie moves back to Kira’s side, though she can’t help noticing that she’s now on the side and not front and center when the door swings open. 

A young man stands in front of them, probably early 20s, with wavy blonde hair pulled into a tight puff of a ponytail. There’s a bandana around his forehead, his shirt is covered in wet spots, and he’s got a dirty rag tucked into the waistband of his ratty sweats. He looks mortified the moment he realizes he’s got an entourage at his door.

“Oh goodness,” he squeaks, eyes darting to Barbie. “Officer Poname mentioned you might come around Barbara, but I didn’t know you were bringing other people.”

Barbie blinks, raising a brow at his familiarity. “Have we met?”

His face goes from pink to red. “Er, not as such.”

“Trevor Cunningham?” Kira cuts in, pulling everyone back to the task at hand. The blond man nods, eyes wide. She adds a smile to soften her words. “I’m Agent Kingston, these are my colleagues Agent Sewell and Specialist Agent Mason. You already know Detective Robertson.” She puts a subtle emphasis on Barbie’s title, which she appreciates. “We’re here to talk about the recent murder of your neighbor, Janet Greenland. Is now a good time?”

“Is there really a good time for such things?” he asks. 

Agent Sewell steps up then, a sympathetic frown on his face. “No, there isn’t. Still, we hope to resolve this problem as quickly as possible, so she might see some justice served. Would you be willing to assist us in that?”

The poor man looks ready to have a stroke. Clearly he’s of a weak constitution. She can only hope Agent Sewell doesn’t whip him into such a stupor that he can’t answer their questions. Luckily, he ends up nodding and holding the door further open. 

“O-Of course! Please, come in,” he says. 

They all proceed into a living room that is far too small for the number of people suddenly in it. The couch won’t hold them all, but Mason seems far more content to go skulk on the far side of the room, facing Trevor. Agent Sewell sits on one side of Trevor, angling towards him, while Barbie offers the last seat to Kira, far preferring to keep a little personal space for this. 

Once everyone is settled, all eyes fall on Barbie. It’s a little surprising, considering how easily Kira had stepped up before, but she doesn’t hesitate for long. She pulls a fliptop notebook out of her belt, going through the pages until she gets to the questions she’s been jotting down for this case since it began. Trevor starts to fidget before she can start speaking.

“How long have you known Janet Greenland?” Barbie asks. Trevor shakes his head.

“Gosh, barely a few weeks. She only moved in at the beginning of the month, you know, on that day we had all that slush. It was just her and a big rented moving truck. She was trying to move all her stuff on her own, and I felt so bad for her.” Trevor shakes his head. “Poor thing, I didn’t ask, but it was pretty clear she didn’t have any friends to ask for help.”

“Funny, on her salary I’d have assumed she could hire movers,” Barbie says. Trevor curves an eyebrow.

“I don’t think funny is the word I’d use,” he says, tone considerably cooled. “And anyway, I never asked about her salary.”

Barbie blinks. She’s said something wrong. Damn. That didn’t take long.

“I don’t think the detective means any offense,” Agent Sewell says with a gentle smile. “In these kinds of cases, anything that seems strange is worth noting.”

“Generally not aloud though,” Barbie adds. She still isn’t sure what exactly she said to bother Trevor, but that doesn’t really matter, so she says, “I’m sorry. I’ll stick to just the questions.”

Trevor nods. “That’s alright. I think I’m just a bit testy. I’d really hoped to make friends with her.”

That tugs at Barbie’s heartstrings. She can only imagine how strange it must feel to be in his shoes, mourning someone he didn’t know but wanted to.

“Did you speak with her after she moved in?” Barbie asks. Trevor nods.

“Yes. I mean, I spent most of the afternoon helping her move in, to start,” Trevor says with a little laugh. “But then I made it a point to knock on her door and offer her whatever I had extra for dinner, or whatever sweets I’d baked lately.”

“Were the two of you ever involved physically?” Barbie asks. Everyone else chokes for a moment, except for Mason, who snorts and leans forward with his elbows on his knees.

“I don’t think that’s a problem here, sweetheart,” he says.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Trevor sputters. Mason just looks at him blankly. 

Agent Sewell sighs. “Please ignore him.”

Notably, while Agent Sewell is placating Trevor, Kira is making pointed eye contact with Mason. They seem to be holding some sort of silent conversation that ends in Kira nodding briefly before settling back in her seat. It clicks then that Mason and Agent Sewell had held similar eye contact just a moment earlier. Barbie shifts her weight, wondering what it is the three of them are communicating to one another, and how well they must know one another to do so without words. 

“I just don’t see the relevance in a question like that,” Trevor says. He glances at Mason. “And for the record, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I couldn’t sleep with a woman if I wanted to.”

“That’s true. My brother never was picky about his partners,” Barbie says without thinking.

“Lucas?!” Kira and Trevor exclaim in unison. Kira recovers herself quickly, though her cheeks are undeniably pink. 

“You know my brother?” Barbie asks Trevor. Trevor waves her off, clearly embarrassed.

“That’s not—Not recently.” Trevor puts his face in his hands and groans. “Next question?”

“But you didn’t say—” Barbie stops herself when Agent Sewell gives her a look. He smiles, sweet at honey, and makes a small hand turning gesture; let’s move on. 

It’s irritating, because she wants to know more. Every little clue could lead to a connection later down the line. But he’s right. She’s probably pushed her luck far enough for one day. With that in mind, she throws a whole page of questions out, doubting Trevor will have much patience left for them at this point. 

“When was the last time you saw Janet?” Barbie asks. Trevor frowns, his expression as low down as a bloodhound.

“The morning she disappeared,” he says. With a shake of his head, he adds, “I was getting in as she was heading out. We said good morning to one another and that was it.”

“Had Janet mentioned, um…” Barbie trails off, distracted by how Kira and Agent Sewell are both intensely looking at Mason, while he has his silvery gaze locked onto Trevor. His gives a stiff nod after a moment, and the other two visibly relax. Poor Trevor seems off put by this treatment as well. He glances at Barbie, but she has no answer to offer him, only a questioning look of her own.

Agent Sewell looks up at her, so suddenly that it startles her. He smiles, but there’s something about it that sends a shiver up her spine.

“You were saying something, Detective?” he prods. Barbie nods and re-finds her question on the lined paper of her notebook.

“Had Janet mentioned she was afraid for any reason?” Barbie asks. Trevor rubs his chin.

“Not afraid,” he says haltingly, then gives a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know if this is really relevant.”

Kira leans forward. “Mr. Cunningham, any detail could be key.”

“Right,” Trevor says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, she mentioned hearing some strange voices when she was out and about at night. She said she swore she heard her own name, but never could find a source. She wasn’t scared though, just bemused.”

At this, Mason stands up. To Kira, he says, “We don’t need more.”

“Right,” Agent Sewell says, also getting to his feet.

“Wh—” Barbie furrows her brow, tempted to pinch herself to see if she might be dreaming up the audacious manners with which these men conduct themselves. “We are in the middle of an interview.”

They don’t seem to hear her. Agent Sewell holds a hand out as Trevor hurries to his feet, looking like he’s also feeling a step behind everything. 

“Thank you for your time,” Agent Sewell says, and that’s all it takes for Trevor to forgive the bad manners. He smiles, and shakes Agent Sewell’s hand delicately.

“Oh, you can have it whenever,” Trevor laughs. 

Desperate, Barbie looks to Kira, who winces apologetically before standing up and brushing down her suit. 

This is so unexpected that Barbie doesn’t know how to stop what’s happening from continuing. She has more questions! Trevor surely would have allowed one or two more. Why would weird voices be the line these agents decided to draw?

“We…We’ll call if we have further questions,” Barbie says, feeling a touch numb as she rises to her feet. Trevor remembers she’s there as well and nods. 

“Of course, Detective. Thanks for stopping by,” he says, the dismissal clear by his tone. 

Barbie leaves on stiff legs, following the others out of the small apartment. Barely a few seconds after the door shuts behind them, music starts up along with the cry of a vacuum cleaner.

“Are you three out of your minds?” Barbie snaps, unable to hold back. Mason doesn’t so much as look at her, but Kira and Agent Sewell both flinch. 

“I’m sorry,” Kira says. She cuts a sharp look at the men. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

“It will not happen again. Not on my case,” Barbie says, trying to maintain her dignity even when all she really wants is to stomp her heel against the carpeted hallway and scream her head off at them.

“Of course not,” Agent Sewell pipes in. Even his handsome looks won’t soothe the frustration he’s causing her right now, so she just glares at him until he retreats a step behind Kira. 

“I promise,” Kira says. Her big green eyes widen at Barbie. She can’t really resist letting her frustration go when she can see the mortification in Kira’s expression. It helps, knowing she had no part in that display.

Taking a breath, Barbie flips her notebook closed and slips it into her belt. “Alright. I’m going to go write this up. Will the rest of the team be joining us?”

“We have other things to debrief on,” Kira says. “Can we meet with you tomorrow?”

“Fine. Be early.” Barbie can’t deny she’ll be glad to get some distance for now. 

“It was a pleasure meeting you,” Agent Sewell says. Barbie looks him over, frowns, and nods only because not doing it would seem too rude. He seems to deflate anyway.

That’s not really her problem though. For all that the Kingston women assured her this team wouldn’t be a nuisance, if this is how they approach all cases, she is not looking forward to what kinds of nonsense they decide to get up to tomorrow. 

Barbie walks away without another word and tries to forget all about Unit Bravo. There are a million better things for her to put her mind to.

#darling writing #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc mason #twc nate #nate sewell #specialist agent mason #Kira Kingston #Barbara Robertson #have her cake and eat it #Mason/Nate/Barbie #eventually

[delucadarling]

I must know about the trapper au! And specifically, Nate Likes Bad Girls. Thank you! (~agentnatesewell)

I'm glad you asked about this one honestly, it's one of my favorite AUs to play around with >:3c

Emma (@crownleys) and I like to put our detectives into a single universe to play around with them. Mine, Barbara "Barbie" Robertson, and hers, Kira Kingston. Usually the way we have things proceed is aligned with canon, with some minor differences based on how we split the role of The Detective. Kira is Wayhaven's detective and the daughter of Rebecca. Barbie is a researcher who works for the Agency, but she unknowingly has The Special Blood. Usually. For this AU, Kira has all the usual Detective traits.

In the Trapper!AU (which I call Bad Barbie AU), Barbie doesn't have the special blood AND she doesn't become a researcher. Instead, when she manages to find Wayhaven's facility, it's decided that she'll have her memories wiped, but it's a botched job. She manages to figure out/remember that the supernatural exists, tracks a satyr down, but also manages to stumble upon the group of trappers capturing it. Barbie's about 16 when this happens, and I figure the trappers are probably like most shady groups; get 'em young! They stroke Barbie's ego and tell her how amazing and smart she is, which suckers her in. She erases her past and runs off for the next decade and a half.

Meanwhile, Kira is rocking the special blood, and Barbie wants to study her/the blood very badly once it comes down the line that it protects humans from the mental abilities of supernaturals. She has at this point regained most if not all of her memories from before the Agency's mind wipe. The idea of being able to prevent hers and anyone else's heads from being altered is extremely appealing.

Of course, Barbie's a trapper. Kira's an Agency liaison. She knows there's no way Kira would trust her. So...she goes undercover as a librarian in town and befriends Kira to gain her trust that way, with the hope of eventually revealing her true purpose after subtly swaying Kira toward her way of thinking.

Obviously, that does not go as planned, and a kidnapping is needed.

There is an eventual Barbie Redemption, which is around when any sort of romance between her and Mason or her and Nate happens. Normally I ship Barbie and Mason, but in this AU in particular I really like bringing in Nate. Emma pointed out a fun line in...Book 2 I think? Where Nate mentions pitying the trappers. I thought it would be extremely fun to have him fall in love with one, much to the chagrin of Ava.

#me rule #thank you so much #the opportunity to babble about my favorite secret fic is much appreciated

[ao3-feed-sterek]

Caged Birds

by stilestrashinski

After the disappearance of Alison DiLaurentis, it seems like she will never go away from her main friend group. It has been five years, and they begin to receive notes threatening to tell secrets they have been keeping that might implode if they get out. Some have more secrets than others, and some create more secrets to keep themselves safe.

All isn't as it seems in Rosewood. While trying to find the identity of 'A,' Stiles uncovers the secrets of Deputy Derek Hale and Mr. Ezra Fitz... not in the most moral of ways, as he can't resist himself when he is in their presence.

Words: 1251, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Pretty Little Liars, Pretty Little Liars Series - Sara Shepard, Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Ezra Fitz, Spencer Hastings, Emily Fields, Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin, Alison DiLaurentis, Mona Vanderwaal, Melissa Hastings, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken, Mike Montgomery, Wren Kingston

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski/Ezra Fitz, Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale/Ezra Fitz

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Protective Derek Hale, Deputy Derek Hale, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Werewolf Mates, Werewolf Sex, Vampires, Vampire Sex, Protective Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Theo Raeken is Mike Montgomery, Murder Mystery, Mystery, Disappearance

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48348124

#Sterek #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #ao3feed #fanfic #IFTTT

[queen-scribbles]

OC Kiss ~ Food

(AJ + Kira; Wayhaven Chronicles) 

Borrowing @haledamage’s Kira to continue the Roommates AU for her and AJ bc I love it. 🥰

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It was harder than Kira anticipated to get her keys out whilst juggling takeaway bags. But she knew if she’d kept them in hand on the walk from her car, she’d’ve dropped them, because that was her luck. And that would’ve been more of a headache than wrestling them out of her jacket pocket without spilling food.

Her persistence paid off as she reached the door and she curled a finger around the keyring to tug it free--

--only for the station key to snag just before they were safely clear of her pocket. The keys flipped out of her hand, bounced off that door, and hit the ground. Kira grumbled a string of curses as she tried to figure out how to pick them up.

“Kir? What’re you doin’?”

She turned to offer a sheepish, frustrated smile toward her friend and flatmate.  “Trying to surprise you, but the universe wasn’t havin’ it, apparently.”

AJ’s brows quirked as she retrieved Kira’s keys and used them to unlock the door rather than pull out her own. “Any particular rea- Is that from Laycotts?!”

“Yep.” Kira grinned, good mood restored at the way AJ perked up on the question. She held out one bag as they entered the flat and AJ nudged the door closed. “Chen’s working on his Mediterranean chops this week. One fresh, still-warm kleftiko just for you, and spanakopita for me.”

AJ”s eyes lit up. “Kira, you’re the best.” She emphasized the sentiment with a kiss on Kira’s cheek as she took the bag with her food. “Any particular reason?”

“Little bird mighta told me you had a rotten day at work,” Kira said. The two of them shucked coats and keys and headed for the kitchen table. “Figured you wouldn’t feel up to cooking, and who the bloody hell wants to eat leftovers after a bad day?”

“Thank you. Dunno if we even have leftover right now,” AJ said with a sheepish laugh. “We mighta eaten ‘em all, yeah?” She unpacked her food and headed to get silverware while Kira grabbed drinks.

The deeply contented groan she let out on her first bite made this well worth the money and effort. “Think this might be the best Chen’s done with this yet.”

Kira nodded and grunted an agreement around her mouthful of spanakopita.  “Definitely outdone himself.”

They lapsed into comfortable silence as they ate, and Kira watched the tension of a bad day slough off AJ’s posture. The miracle of good food, she thought glibly, glad she’d been able to do this for her friend.

“So, what do I owe for mine?” AJ asked, once they’d eaten and were moving on to cleanup.

Kira shook her head, balling up the containers inside each other for disposal.  “Not a damn thing, Red. My treat.”

AJ beamed with gratitude, giving her a one-armed hug so’s not to stab her with a dirty fork. “You really are the best.”

“Right, b’cause you never do anything nice for me,” Kira deadpanned. “Never make me tea, or help through a fucking migraine, or do the dishes singlehanded. Totally don’t deserve somethin’ I hope made the end of your rotten day better.”

“I reckon it did exactly that,” AJ said. She set her handful of silverware in the sink and grinned. “You’re a grand friend, Kira Kingston.”

“Back atcha, Abigail Jenings,” Kira muttered, face hot but grinning in triumph as she shoved the trash in the waste bin.

Mission fuckin’ accomplished.

#queens fic #ockiss23 #YES i know it's ironic i'm posting something platonic on Valentine's Day xD #but i love rhi and i love kira and i love the roommates au so idc