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The same goes for writers, they work super duper hard on their stories, and often get little recognition. All the artists out there deserve a little support.
It could be, Astra would think later, described as fate.
She didn’t like to attribute things to fate. That could’ve been because the Fates were smug bitches that just loved to remind her of her attempts to avoid becoming a goddess. That could also have been because of the many ways her domain was linked to fate. It’s written in the stars, star crossed lovers, etcetera.
That was later, at any rate.
It began in a bar. It wasn’t a bad bar, all things considered. She did have some class after all.
Unfortunately, so did a certain sun god.
Astra would have been quite happy to ignore him whilst she drank but by the time she’d realized who the drunk blond was, she had already sat down.
She had turned to look at him and he had raised his head at the same time, leaving them both staring at each other in mutual shock.
Astra had been the one to shake it off first. She turned to the bartender and asked for a margarita, deciding that she would deal with the idiot beside her later.
1. The otp+ get a ton of candy for trick or treaters but nobody comes to their house. Are they disappointed or happy to eat a ton of candy without the guilt of knowing it’s for children?
2. The otp+ go trick or treating for their first date.
3. A spends three months on their (slightly impractical) costume. B swings by the pharmacy for a pair of cat ears or a witch hat and wears a black sweat/tracksuit.
4. A member of the otp+ won’t stop making spoopy puns.
5. The otp+ visit a fall festival. The corn maze becomes an inside joke.
6. A goes to a Halloween party dressed as a pun. B’s the only one who gets it and thinks its brilliant.
7. The otp+ spot a cryptid/monster/mythical creature and get tangled up in a mystery.
8. Horror 🔪movie 🔪marathon or Spoopy 🎃 Specials 👻 marathon.
9. The otp+ try to make Halloween treats like popcorn balls and candy apples together.
10. The otp+ play with a ouija board and accidentally summon an annoying but harmless ghost.
11. The otp+ want to do a couple/group costume but can’t decide on what to be.
12. The otp+ stay up in bed telling each other scary stories and/or talking about the weirdest things that have ever happened to them.
13. A member of the otp+ finds a stray cat (or other animal) and brings them inside (out of the rain or for some food or first aid etc). Oops, it’s actually a sorcerer in disguise. This may or may not be the first that’s happened.
He awakes in pain. Then terror, for himself, for his family.
“Hello again,” a voice that might’ve once been comforting now caused a chill to set in. It was too calm, too blasé, too…empty for the situation.
He jerked his head up and laid eyes on Anshee for the first time in 13 years.
“What are you? Why are you?” he tried to ask before he finally managed to get the question he wanted to ask out. “What does the gang want?”
“Gang?” she tilts her head slowly to the side, dark eyes staring back at him blankly. “I haven’t been part of the gang for 10 years.”
“Then why…?”
“My current boss gave me orders to silence you.”
“And you agreed?!”
Anshee gave a barely there smile. He noticed the cruel gleam in her coal-like eyes, he noticed the black ribbon tying her fiery hair back, he noticed the faintest trace of blood on her pale skin.
“My loyalty is to my boss. Not to a boy I might have loved once, over a decade ago.”
From somewhere beside her, she picked up a knife.
“Now, shall we begin?”
Leon Fullman was found in such a state of decay that dental records had to be used to identify him. He left behind a wife and daughter.
The gang he’d been in when he was a teenager swore revenge.
Being the goddess of the stars, astrology, astronomy and pretty much anything relating to space is all fun and games until you get stuck babysitting the sun god’s teenage brats whilst on a global road trip with the guy himself trying to find out how to prevent their imminent deaths.
Chóros, call her Astra, never should have walked into that bar. She should have never locked eyes with Apollo, drunk Apollo at any rate. She also should have never met Cyrus and Eliana Hickey, wasn’t that an unfortunate last name, and she most definitely shouldn’t have agreed to look after them.
It was a good thing the sun god was cute.
Featuring a goddess who drinks too much coffee, two teenage sun children and the sun god himself in a comedic road trip across countries with a side order of romance and a plot that was abandoned at the first diner they stopped in.