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Days Of Summer

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jk, but it is on the lighter side! The ever loved rock camp au, insipred by the masterpiece that was Camp Rock. Idk if you have me to blame or @hannah-nobody, but you are all welcome either way. 

This here is the collab her and I have been talking about for forever, and now we’re posting it in an attempt to make ourselves actually fucking finish it, but there is no motivator like disappointment.

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  • a beautiful coming of age story - ny times 
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Quick notes - Every chapter will have a set of songs to go along with it, all being added to this spotify playlist with each chapter! All genres are used, and we hope it will be as cringey as possible!

Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.

Camp Rock!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruiva, others mentioned; Fairy Tail

Words: 5631

Rating: T

Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter ThreeChapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven


Chapter One: The Start of Something New

Now who’d have ever thought that

we’d both be here tonight?

Oh yeah

And the world looks so much brighter

with you by my side

The music pounded through Natsu’s veins as the last notes of the song faded away and the crowd erupted into a series of screams. The band members on stage smiled as they tossed various mementos to their mud-splattered fans; picks, drumsticks, water bottles. Hands groped desperately at the air, his own among them.

He wasn’t really paying attention. His own voice joined in with the noise as he let go of all the energy the atmosphere of the festival has stirred within him. His head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut as he cheered.

When the band finally left the stage, Natsu looked around. He stood on his tip toes, trying to find Gajeel’s unruly mane of black hair in the sea of sweat-soaked festival-goers. When Natsu couldn’t spot him, he decided to head back to the tent.

Still on high from the previous band’s performance, Natsu made his way almost absently through the crowd. Most people lingered, waiting eagerly for the next act to come on, leading him to gently push a few people out of his way. Some people decided to sit during the break, not caring about the mud beneath them. Others remained on the shoulders of their friends, basking in the heat of the sun that had come and gone for most of the weekend.

One of the shoulder-riding music lovers caught his attention.

She was perched on someone a few people in front of him, and she was stunning. He altered his route in order to take in more of her. She was screaming as though the band were still on stage, making rock signs with her fists as she waved her arms in the air. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, but strands fell loosely on her sunburned shoulders.  A pink crop-top exposed her stomach, where someone had painted a peace sign in neon green paint around her belly button.

He grinned as she wobbled on a dark-haired boys shoulders, but the blonde’s own expression turned from laughter to panic as she lost her balance.

Instinctively, Natsu pushed through the crowd and got to her just in time to soften her fall with his own body. The two of them fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

“Oooooowwww,” The blonde groaned from on top of him.

She raised her head, and a splotch of mud had somehow made its way onto her cheek. Natsu stared at her in bewilderment as she looked at him, eyes wide, then giggled.

He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he became aware of her body pressed against his. He’d thrown his tattered shirt away long ago, and surprisingly he didn’t feel self-conscious going shirtless among the energetic crowd. Especially not now that the pretty blondes’ hands roamed over his bare chest. Natsu quickly sat up before he became too absorbed with her wandering hands, tightening the scarf around his neck before helping her up and sheepishly apologising.

“No, no, no,” She smiled at him, “Don’t be sorry! It was Gray’s fault. He’s so meeeean.“

The girl pouted and Natsu felt a smirk pulling at his lips. He had no idea who Gray was, but he was very glad that they’d chosen to shrug her off their shoulders, for whatever reason.

Seeing his smirk, the girl’s laughter died off and she bit her lip in thought. She stepped closer, invading his personal space. His breath hitched when she placed a hand back on his chest.

“Thanks,” She told him, her voice low, before leaning up on her tip-toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

Her lips were sticky with pink lip gloss, and he found himself wondering what they tasted like when she drew back.

Her hand remained on his chest.

“Y’know, you’re pretty cute,“ She mused aloud.

“Erm…” He had no idea what to reply. He’d never been called cute before.

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Idolised (Jake x MC)

Book: Endless Summer
Rating: A strong PG13. 
Characters: Jake, MC/Taylor, Lundgren, Mike
Pairing: Jake/F!MC 
Summary: In the sand, you find His idol.
Warnings: Shit gets a little dark, guys. Mentions of torture. As always, a lack of editing.


You’re walking down the beach, the morning sun already warm on your skin. It’s quite, minus the lapping of the waves gently on the shore. The others are still exploring the Vaanti village, enjoying the last day of the Coronation Festival.

You’re soaking your feet in the crystal cold water, when something catches the sun.

You reach down, slowly picking the intricate statue up. As you do, you feel your insides twist.

Because there’s no denying who the idol is meant for.

The idol is a man, standing strong. His head is held high, as if to challenge the sun itself. His arms are draped behind him, fists clenched and shoulders back. His arms are draped in elegantly carved feathers.

Icarus.

The man who flew too close to the sun.

It almost feels cruel.

“Princess?”

You move quickly, trying to hide it from view before he can see it…but you’re a second to slow.

“Whatchya got there?” You hear him ask as a shadow falls over you. “You find another of those idols?”

He reaches forward, and before you can blink he’s brushed his fingers against it………

……You feel as if someone has reached inside of you and wrapped their hands around your heart as you’re pulled through time.

You find yourself in an a wide, empty hanger. A young man, clean shaven sits in the corner between the wall and several crates, clearly trying to remain out of sight. You can’t help but smile slightly when you recognise who the clean shaven, skinny kid is.

Jake looks up as a shadow falls over him.

“You know, if Lundgren finds you hiding in here, he’ll kick your ass. Literally.”

The young man in front of him stands with his arms crossed, a dark eyebrow raised. His green eyes have a sparkle of mischief in them as he leans against the wall of the hanger. In your heart, you know exactly who he is.

“It’s either hide, or run fifty laps of the base. I ‘aint much of a runner.” Jake replies.

“You know, it’s a lot easier to run laps if you’ve got someone to do ‘em with. Just so happens I’ve got 50 laps too.” He grins at Jake, pushing himself off of the wall.

“Names Michael- friends call me Mike.” The man grins, holding his hand out. Jake smiles back and takes it.

“Nice to meet you Mike. I’m Jake.”

The next thing you know, you’re being pulled forward, until you find yourself in pure darkness.

At first, you think something’s gone wrong and you’re between space and time- But then you hear a faint buzz of electricity, faint footsteps growing closer.

You hear a click, and light floods the tiny room that you’re in…

No, not room. Cell.

You blink to adjust yourself to the brightness, before your eyes fall on the person sprawled on the floor in front of you.

You feel your heart stop and speed up all at once.

Jake’s leg is lying in front of him, bent at an awkward angle. His face is heavily bruised, and his clothes hang loose on him. He seems to be shivering slightly, but his eyes are still clear as he raises an eyebrow.

It’s a far cry from the way he looked when you found Zahra’s idol. It makes you feel sick.

“You ready to talk yet, McKenzie?” The voice echoes in the small space, and your head snaps to the side to take in the speaker. The man is tall, easily dominating the space. There’s something truly evil about him, you realise. It scares you.

“Sure, let’s talk. What should we talk about? Sunshine, daisies? What about the weather? It’s been a while-“

The person behind you doesn’t move, but Jake suddenly seizes up, gasping. A few seconds pass before Jake slumps back, gasping for breath. All you want to do is stand between the two men- to protect the pilot from this monster- but you stay where you are, observing.

“Still got your sense of humour?” The man smirks, crouching down so he’s eye level with Jake. “You won’t for much longer.”

“My men caught themselves a little bird in a net, today.”  The Commander grins a toothy grin. “She had these with her.” He holds up a chain, which glitters in the artificial light. You recognise what he’s holding.

And so does Jake.  

“What did you do to her?” He snarls, anger flaring in his eyes.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about her, McKenzie. Not anymore. You should be worried about yourself.”

“It’s like you’ve forgotten that I’m Commander around here. Your little Goth friend took care of Rourke during your big escape last week. I’m in charge now…And trust me, I’m gonna enjoy this.”

He lets out a laugh that makes your skin crawl, before he signals to someone you can’t see. The last thing you hear is a scream….

….Before you’re back on the beach, Jake still looking at the idol in your hand.

“I still don’t get the importance of these-“

He barely has time to prepare himself before you throw yourself into his arms. You feel his arms tighten around you, falling back slightly to pull you into his lap. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask. But for several minutes he stays there with you, holding you safely.

You feel him press his lips to the top of your head, his hand gently running up and down your arm.

After a while you pull away slightly, resting your forehead on his.

“I love you.” The words feel so right.

“I love you too, Taylor.” He responds. He seems to pause a second, thinking… before reaching down to pull his dogtags over his head. Your eyes widen slightly.

“Jake, what-“

He doesn’t say a word as he slips the chain over your neck, before gently lifting your chin so he can look into your eyes.

“I have never loved someone the way I love you.” He murmurs.

He kisses you again, before leaning back in the sand. You lie down with him, resting your head on his chest. Your fingers reach up to play with the chain around your neck. You know it’s no small thing for Jake to give you his dog chains. It’s a promise from him, a sign that his heart is hers. you smile slightly to yourself…

But then you remember the “commanders” face as he held up the chain, the look on Jake’s face when he realised what it meant…The scream…

Suddenly, the chain is almost as heavy as your heart.

Odyssey of the Neelkanth in Madhya Pradesh - The beginning

A few phone calls and an impulsive decision had me leaving for Madhya Pradesh on the eve of Dussehra. I was told that my week-long journey would start from Bhopal to witness nature’s abundance as I foray into the forests and sanctuaries of Tawa and Pachmarhi.

Bhopal is eclectic and full on energy on Dussehra. As we drive through the bylanes of the local market and soak in the festivities, I see a cage with this spectacular bird, trapped and ruffling its feathers.

We’re stuck in a jam and I can’t help but admire the striking beauty of this species that I have never seen before. Our driver tells me it’s the Neelkanth or the “blue throat” bird , a name associated with the deity Shiva (who drank poison resulting in the blue throat). It is said to be sacred to Vishnu, and hence caught to be released during festivals such as Dussehra and Durga Puja.

I am, both unnerved and saddened at the plight of the bird as my eyes are fixated on it’s gorgeous colours. The Indian Blue Roller starts fluttering restlessly when no one is around and starts rattling the cage. It has reached its limits of existence, and also weak from starvation. The ornate prison stars moving and within seconds topples down and the tiny gate opens from the shock. Neelkanth fell with the cage but he knows what happened. Without a second thought or wait, it has now reached the skies from the cage.

I am overjoyed beyond relief!

As I look above, in an attempt to spot the Neelkanth, I experience a moment of introspection.

Just like the Neelkanth, this trip to the nature’s haven of MP will be my freedom from the concrete jungle that humankind dwells in. I do not need to look back. I have left nothing behind. There is no regret. I have to run from here as far as possible or they will get me once again. I will fly back into the bounty and the goodness this planet has to offer.

As these thoughts zip through my head, I close my eyes. There is a shine in Neelkanth’s eyes, as he feels the wind tickle his feathers. He does not know where he is going, but he does know that the world outside the cage is home.

The bird is my inspiration and the stories I will narrate through these posts are an ode to our freedom.

About the artist

Artist-storyteller Harshvardhan Kadam is fascinated by surreal landscapes, mystical beings and mythical creatures. His collective, inkbrushnme, with its eclecticism, has produced conceptually and stylistically powerful Visual Art. With conceptual clarity and solidity, he has illustrated many characters in graphic novels, and children’s books.

By Harshvardhan Kadam
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Beth groaned, as she stared at her guitar in despair, there had to be something wrong with it, she’d tuned it a million times before and there was no reason why it shouldn’t work this time. She tried to play the opening of their 5SOS cover of Don’t Stop, but again it sounded way off. “Oh come on! What is wrong with you!?” She spoke aloud to her guitar, silently wondering if she was going crazy. She tried again, altering the strings, wishing she’d brought a tuner with her, instead of relying on her ears. She strummed again, but it was even worse than before, “F*CKS SAKE” She yelled aloud, finally losing the calmness she’d managed to retain for the past hour. She wanted to go outside and soak up the festival atmosphere, instead she was inside this stupid room, trying to set up her stupid guitar. She sighed and put the guitar down, giving up, she’d have to get Danie to look at it later, they weren’t playing until tomorrow anyway so it should be fine, still she was frustrated. Someone cleared their throat behind her, oh crap, she’d thought she was alone in here, and she hadn’t heard the door open. She turned round and let out a sigh of relief, it was Ash, though this was the first time they had met in person, she was glad to see him rather than a complete stranger.