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[thegreenmetblue]

StarkerFestival 2023 : Summer Bingo

Size Kink

Peter tried really hard. The patrols weren’t enough, he needed to do more exercices. See, Peter Parker had a problem. He wanted his older boyfriend to stop seeing him as a kid. So for that, he needed to have a man body. A body that looked like Tony’s.

But trying hard is something not enough, because no matter what he did, his body was still nothing compared to Tony’s. Still looking like a ridiculous kid.

Little did Peter know that Tony was crazy about that size different about their bodies. The fact Peter had still such a young body, he didn’t dare say a kid body, turned him on so much more than it should.

The idea of his large hands covering so much of that body, of his cock going into that tight ass, of holding Peter just like his body was made to hold him like that… It drove Tony crazy.

God forbids him but the day Peter asked him to fuck him with the Iron Man suit on, he went completely feral. Such a fragile boy body in the manhandling arms of that strong and big suit.

Yeah. Tony hoped Peter’s body would never change. Because that size difference was enough to make him hard fast as a teenager.

for @starkerfestivals 💖

[jacksonroseroth]

~The Price~Chapter 31~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala none of the pictures are ours

Warnings: romantic setting smut

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After Taddie rejoined the women, they made the ginger cookies before stationing up with their dough and their own set of two matching cookie cutters each. Leah, Luna, and Lara chatted as they casually rolled out their dough and stamped out the cookies, peeling the excess away then moving the shapes onto cookie sheets. Tora interjected here and there, but her focus was mainly on Taddie; She worked quickly and expertly, lining up the cutters to make the most out of her dough but also rolling it out thin enough to make at least two more cookies per roll, but thick enough for it to bake evenly.

It wasn’t how well she was doing that made Tora keep an eye on her, but the worried look on her face that she would mess up. Through the concentration, Taddie’s anxiety broke through as her hands practically shook as she tried to move as carefully and quickly as possible, her brows furrowing tightly when she thought she’d made a mistake, then relaxed when she realized she hadn’t. It worried Tora, how anxious this young woman was around them, how terrified she was of rejection or judgement. Halfway through her second batch, Tora slipped away, tapping on her phone as she rushed off, drawing the attention of the three Price women.

“Tora?-What was that?” Leah asked as she kneaded her dough together before rolling it out again. Luna shrugged as she carefully laid her dough shapes on her sheet.

“Dunno. Must have been a work call or something--Lara, when do the kids get here? I need to give the twins their birthday presents. They finally came, and their birthday is in the summer. Don’t torture them for birthday presents, L.” Luna teased, the two women nudging each other as they chuckled.

“Only because it’s their birthday presents--They fly in soon, Thomas is going to pick them up.” Lara said, placing her last cutout before discarding her cutters and peeling away the in between dough. Leah glanced up at Taddie, who was rolling out a small ball of dough, looking like it was her last pass.

“Taddie, you’re done already? Are you a painter or a baker?” Leah asked with a light, impressed laugh. Taddie suddenly stopped and looked up as her cheeks turned pink. Leah gave her a sweet smile and said, “It’s okay. That’s amazing. The cooks have brought you at least 15 trays! How many have you made?”

“Um…Maybe 60? I don’t know? I can help you guys? Give me your scraps. I can keep going.” Taddie said, scrambling to find a way to still be helpful.

“No, no. You’re alright, Taddie. Take a break. You’ve been working…Actually a little too hard for Christmas baking.” Leah said with a light laugh, Luna giggling along with her. Taddie nodded, but still chewed her lip, unsure, then turned back to her dough to keep rolling it out. Lara eyed her, closely, then turned to her, laying a hand on her arm.

“Taddie-Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t need to work harder than us. This usually takes us right until lunch. It’s how we fill the day and spend time with each other.” Lara said, gently. Taddie set the pin down and sat back on her stool with a light sigh, pushing her inner arm over her forehead.

“I’m sorry. I-I just--I’m given a task and I get it done. It-It’s a nervous habit…” Taddie said, wiping her hands on her apron as she kept her gaze down. Lara shook her head and said, “Don’t overwork yourself, Taddie. This is what the Price women do for fun. It’s relaxing because there’s no deadline, we have all day to get it done-And if we don’t, the bakers will finish in no time. It’s Christmas, Taddie. Take a break. It’s alright.”

“Breaks aren’t a thing in my world unless they’re proven, earned, and signed for…I-I’m sorry.” Taddie said, slipping from her stool and untying her apron.

“Taddie, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine. I-I just--I want to be alone for a while…” Taddie said, hurrying to the door as Tora walked back in from another across the room. She saw Taddie rush out and raised her brows, confused and concerned. Going to the table, Tora went straight to Lara and said, “What happened? Is she alright?”

“I’m not sure. Leah commented on how well she did…I told her not to overwork herself and take a break.” Lara said. Tora gave her arm a pat, glancing at the door as she said, “Give the girl some space. Maybe she just needs time…Perhaps she isn’t used to family…”

~

Taddie stole away through the gardens after retrieving the warm jacket again, walking around until it began to snow and fill the pathways. After making her way back, she changed into a pair of warm sweats, a tank top, and a heavy cardigan then went down to her painting room to work on a new thought. It was well past lunch and no one had come to find her, so she assumed the family ate late and Thatcher would surely find her here at some point. But when the sun began to dip lower, she finally realized how late it was and began to wonder if she’d actually been forgotten.

After putting her things away and cleaning up, Taddie left the room and made her way back up to Thatcher’s room to grab a book then curl up on the window seat again. She didn’t want to reach out to Thatcher, feeling guilty and like she was taking him from his family, though she knew he didn’t necessarily like being around them. It was still Christmas and it made her feel like it was something they’d use against her down the road. She tried to shake the intrusive thoughts off and concentrate on her book, but it was a constant struggle.

Finally, she heard footsteps running down the hall and she looked up, jumping as the doors burst open and Thatcher rushed in, skidding to a stop before he rushed at her. Taddie flinched and curled up on the seat as she smothered a whimper and said, “What?! What, what, what?! What did I do?!”

“No, no, no-Shh, shh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Oh, my God-Taddie, we’ve been fucking looking for you for hours. Where have you been?” Thatcher panted, kneeling in front of her and taking her hands in his, peppering her fingers in kisses before he scooped her up and held her close, shifting her into his lap as he sat down. Taddie chewed her lip and rested her head on his chest, staying quiet as she now felt like a complete and selfish asshole for not reaching out and making him worry so much. When he realized she wasn’t answering, he pulled back and looked down at her, drawing his brows together as he tilted her chin back and said, “Taddie? Kitten, what’s wrong? Where were you? What happened? Lara said you rushed out-”

“I’m sorry.” She said in a meek voice, quickly flickering her gaze away from his. He blinked and saw the fear slowly creeping onto her features as her hands pressed against his abdomen.

“I-It’s alright, but-but tell me what happened. You didn’t come to lunch, you didn’t eat. Are you alright?” He asked, shifting her to take her face in his hands and tilt her head back more, forcing her to face him. She sniffled and nodded as she pushed at him more and said, “I’m fine. I just--I wanted to be alone. I-I didn’t want to be around everyone…I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry. You can be alone and have some time-Just tell me next time. Baby, I went to get your for lunch and everyone is worried about you, saying you ran off after Leah said something? I looked everywhere-Your painting room, the gardens, here--What-Wh-?” Thatcher started, brushing his thumbs under her eyes as tears trickled down her cheeks.

“It’s stupid. I-I--Leah was saying how-how I was doing so much and I was already almost done…I-I felt bad. I know it was a compliment…But I-I just wanted to do my part and get it done. It-I have habits from the bar and nervous habits. I just--Why am I so fucking awkward?!” Taddie sniffled, wiggling her head out of his hands and ducking her head down to bury her face into his chest. Thatcher let out a soft sigh and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as she cried into his chest. He rubbed his hand over her back, pushing the other into her curls and gently massaging her scalp.

After a while, Taddie had gone quiet, not so much as a sniffle. Thatcher shifted, pressing his hand more into her back, trying to feel for her breathing, then pulled back to look down at her. Taddie let out a light sniffle and rested her head on his shoulder with a deep, tired sigh. He shifted his hands around her as he said, “I’m sorry if this was too much for you. I-I thought you’d like having a big Christmas with my family…I didn’t realize how nervous it all made you.”

“It’s not just that, Patch…I-I’m just a bartender. Leah and Lara are models, Luna’s a fashion designer…I-I don’t know what your mother did for work, but she’s your mother. That’s enough…I can’t talk to them the way they talk to each other. I-I don’t have my own house, I don’t have a husband, kids, a great job…I can’t help that I feel so out of place and unworthy.” She said, softly.

“You know you’re not though? Hey-Look at me and tell me you know that’s not true.” Thatcher said, shrugging her head from his shoulder and cradling the side of her face. Her eyes slowly drifted up to his and she drew her brows together as she stayed silent. His brows raised and drew together, slightly, as he said, “No…Baby-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Taddie said, looking away as she stood. She let out a deep sigh and went to the closet, quickly changing into something nicer before she walked out, tugging down her curls. “Where’s dinner tonight?”

“We’re not going to dinner.” Thatcher said, pushing off the seat and going to her. Taddie’s head shot up to him and she furrowed her brows, shaking her head at him.

“No!-Thatcher, please d-I don’t want to fight about this. I’m fine--”

“Good. So go back and change into something comfier and warmer. We’re not going to dinner tonight. I’m not asking, kitten. Go change.” Thatcher said, turning her and pushing her back into the closet as he went to a set of drawers, pulling out a pair of sweats and grabbing a hoodie from a hanger.

“Thatcher…What are you doing? Can we please just go to dinner? I already made you all worry enough.” Taddie said with a light sigh, watching as he changed. Once he tugged the hoodie on, he turned to her with tightly drawn brows that made her flinch and look away from him, knowing she’d caused the look.

“I’m not forcing you to go to dinner if you need some time away. I understand not feeling worthy enough, Taddie. Don’t think I don’t…But you don’t need to feel that way with the girls. If they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t have worried, they wouldn’t have cared.” Thatcher said as he made his way back to her. Taking her hips, he said, “Do you want to go to dinner with my family tonight?”

“We sh-”

“That’s not what I asked, Taddie…Do you want to?”

“...No…”

“Then go change. Put on a pair of sweats and long socks. Grab one of my hoodies if you want, if it’ll keep you warm.” Thatcher said, softly, before dropping a soft, slow kiss to her lips. Taddie kissed him back and curled her fingers around his hoodie before he broke it and gave her ass a light smack as his lips curled into a smirk.

“Just because you make me come multiple times in a row you think you can just boss me around?” Taddie challenged, playfully. Thatcher smirked and squeezed the cheek in his hand, making her squeak and lift on her toes, leaning against him as she tried to get away from him. She giggled and gave him a quick kiss before he said, “You’re goddamn right. Go, Princess. We can meet everyone for dessert, if you want, but I’m taking you somewhere for dinner.”

“Where are we going in the middle of the snow?” Taddie asked, brushing her nose against his with a soft giggle. He nipped at the tip of her nose and said, “Go change, kitten.”

~

After Taddie changed, Thatcher led her to the kitchens where they got their plates for dinner wrapped up and tucked into a basket, along with two glasses and a sealed jug of what looked like sangria. The cooks also tucked extra sides and bread into the basket before handing it over. Thatcher took it and slipped his arm around her waist, leading her down the hall and to the back patio, where they walked out into the garden. An ice cold wind gushed past, making Taddie shiver violently and latch onto Thatcher’s side and shoot a glare up to him.

“It’s goddamn snowing, Thatcher. Where are we going? I don’t want to sit in the cold.” Taddie shivered. Thatcher chuckled and shook his head.

“We’re not going to be. We’re just waiting here for-Ah. Here they come.” Thatcher said, guiding her down the stairs as a smaller sled approached, still pulled by two horses. Taddie’s smile lifted, slowly, clutching his hand as she followed behind him. He helped her onto the sled and they quickly took off through the snow. With the basket at their feet, Taddie snuggled closer to Thatcher as the wind whipped around them. He put his arm around her, pulling her in closer and holding her tighter.

Taddie rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes darting around in the dimming light, looking over things she had missed during the day around the sprawling property. She pushed her hands into his hoodie front pocket and he let out a laugh, sliding his hand through the other side and covering her cold hands. He looked down at her and kissed over her temple, down to her cheek, making her tilt her head back to him, kissing him slowly. She gently scratched her nails over his hand, then pushed her fingers through his, lacing them tightly.

“I’m sorry I’m so unstable. I want to just have fun and socialize…But it-That’s been broken for years, I-I don’t-I don’t know how to act around people anymore, in a non workplace setting…” Taddie whispered against his lips. Thatcher shook his head, pulling his hand from hers and sliding both of them around her face, holding it, gently.

“No. You’re not unstable. You’re unlearning behaviors and starting over. I’m here to help you, kitten. This is where you restart, this is where you have a clean slate. You write yourself how you want to here. If you don’t want to come off as unstable? Don’t go silent, don’t overthink. They only know what I’ve told them, and I’ve told them you’re amazing, that you’re always bubbly and laughing. I told them how I love it when you smile…They don’t think you’re unstable, they think you’re some kind of angel that found me and changed me…They think you’re saving me, Princess. Not the other way around.” Thatcher said, stroking his thumb over her cheek. 

Taddie blinked and her features softened, slightly, relaxing as he continued, “You think because you were stuck with an asshole, that because you got your parents taken from you-You think that makes you broken, it makes you unworthy…I’m the son of a Mafia boss, who got run out of their home country because my father snitched to save his family. He thinks I’m not grateful because I don’t help with the business…I never asked to be born into the mob, I never asked to see the things I have. That’s why I ran-To the music, to the band. I didn’t want to be like what I saw, like my father. I’ve felt that he resented me for that all my life. Then I started using my pull to make things happen for you and start asking about where it’s safe to take you…All of a sudden, he looked at me like I wasn’t such a failure after all…You hold a lot more power here than you think, Taddie.”

“Thatcher--”

“Here we are, sir.” The driver called as he tugged on the reins to slow the sled as they came up to a small cabin, nestled back in the trees, just before the start of the forest. Taddie turned with a small smile spreading across her face, looking over the little house, as Thatcher got down, scooping up the basket, then holding out a hand for her. She took it and scooted out with him, Thatcher leading her around the sled and up to the cabin.

“Why is there a random as hell cabin on the property?” Taddie asked with a soft laugh as Thatcher went to the door and opened it. She let out a soft moan and rushed inside, the roaring fire in the single room house making it like a damn furnace and she tugged off the hoodie she wore. Thatcher chuckled and shut the door behind them as he followed her in and pulled off his hoodie as well.

“This was my grandfather’s first home when he moved to Winchester. He stayed here while his family was in Sweden and he helped build the town that earned him the land as a thank you. When he passed and my father moved here, he wanted to keep the cabin as a memorial to my grandfather.” Thatcher said, catching her hand and leading her to the table where he set down the basket. Taddie smiled and wrapped her arms around his bicep as he set out the food and glasses, leaning her head on his shoulder. A spontaneous giggle slipped from her and Thatcher turned, pushing his hands over her hips and ducking down to kiss her slowly. She pushed her hands to his back and up, curling her arms under his as she kissed him back, then broke it to brush her nose against his.

“It’s beautiful. I know it’s small, but--I dunno if you noticed, but I-”

“Like to paint a lot of snow and trees and cabins? I caught the theme.” Thatcher teased at her, stealing another kiss before leading her to her chair, pulling it out for her. She let her hand slide down his arm as she sat down, letting out a light, content sigh. He pressed a kiss to her temple before taking his own seat, the pair taking the plastic wrap off their plates and fishing out the silverware to dig in.

~

After they ate, Thatcher quickly cleaned the plates and tucked everything back as Taddie inspected the windows, making sure they were hidden far enough from the mansion. When she was satisfied they were, a wicked smirk crossed Taddie’s face and she watched Thatcher pack the basket and pour out the rest of their drink, which ended up being an apple berry slushie. With her eyes fixed on him, she slowly peeled her clothes off as he went to the sink to rinse the jug. Draping everything over the back of her chair, once she was naked, Taddie felt a shiver go through her and she moved closer to him, pushing her hands over his hips then around his waist.

“Mmm-You’re warm, kitten.” Thatcher chuckled as he set the jug down and grabbed a towel to dry his hands. She waited until he tossed the rag aside, then caught one of his hands, guiding it back and pressing it against her bare skin. Thatcher whirled around and his eyes widened as his hands gripped her waist, tugging her closer. “Fuuuuck, kitten. You can’t do these things to me…”

“Why not? You haven’t gotten to ravage your Princess yet, my Viking…Do it now. Don’t think.” Taddie breathed, digging her fingers into his waistband and pushing his pants and boxers down. He groaned and sealed his lips to hers, Taddie letting out a soft whimper, then moaned. She pushed at his shirt and he broke the kiss to quickly tear off his shirt before he scooped her up and set her on the counter. “Oh, fuck-Yes, Patch. Do it, please--”

“Hush-The only thing I want to hear out of you is moaning.” Thatcher growled at her, forcing her legs apart and guiding his cock inside her, pushing to the base as they both moaned and groaned. Taddie hooked her legs over his hips and her arms under his, clinging to him as he began a quick, steady pace, moaning her name as he buried his face in her hair. Taddie cried out, softly, then collapsed into moans as her nails clawed at his back, panting against his neck.

Pulling her hair back, Thatcher sucked marks into her hairline as he groaned against her skin, his hand gripping the other side of her jaw as he tunneled in and out of her. Taddie clung to him, the only thing she could do, and moaned his name as her pleasure built inside her, his cock brushing against her spot every few strokes. She begged and pleaded with him until she came, then quickly again once he found the right angle to tease her. Lifting her from the counter he set her on her feet and spun her around before pinning her to the counter and bending her over it. Taddie gripped his hips as she whimpered, then shifted her stance, widening her legs as he slipped inside her again.

Thatcher moaned her name as he rode her against the counter, gripping her wrists, gently, and guiding them to the counter, pressing them down as he bent himself over her, caging her down. Taddie whimpered and begged, moaning and rocking her hips back against him as she went into a semi-feral state. Pressing her cheek to the cool counter, she turned her head toward him as she panted and his lips were soon on hers, drinking in every sound as he brought her to climax again, not slowing until she begged him to let her up.

He quickly backed off and she turned to him, sinking to her knees and tugging his hips closer, taking his cock into her mouth. Taddie moaned as she bobbed her head over his cock, her tongue swirling around his tip, tasting herself on him. Thatcher sunk his hands into her hair and groaned out her name, gently thrusting into her mouth as he held her head. Just before he burst, Thatcher pulled her off and lifted her up, smashing his lips to hers as he carried her to the fire, laying her down on the black fur rug between the fireplace and the couch.

Taddie pushed at his shoulders with a soft gasp, stopping him as he settled himself between her legs, pressing the tip of his cock against her. Thatcher looked down at her, concerned he took it too far, but she was looking around them as she giggled to herself. Easing himself down to his elbows and panting softly, Thatcher pushed one hand into her curls, the fingers of his other hand sliding along her jaw as he cooed out, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing…Just--Making love on a bear fur rug, in front of a fire, in a cabin, in the snow, in the forest…I-It’s-It’s very--”

“Romantic? A little cliche?” He chuckled before kissing her slowly. Taddie pushed her hands over his shoulders and into his hair, threading her fingers in the dark strands. She broke the kiss with a cry that melted into a moan as he pushed inside her. Wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head back down to him, she let out a light moan before she breathed, “It’s perfect.”

Thatcher sealed his lips to hers as he started a steady pace, sliding his hand down her body, pushing between them and circling her clit. He held her in the kiss as she moaned and whimpered, her hands sliding over his shoulders, his back, pushing her hands into his hair as she squirmed around beneath him. His tongue stroked over hers as he deepened the kiss, speeding his thrusts as he was on the edge of his own climax. Finally, Thatcher broke the kiss, tossing his head back with a loud moan and a final thrust into her as he came. Taddie moaned his name and lightly dragged her nails down his chest as her hips shook, her legs squeezing around his waist as she whimpered. Her hips stilled and he pulled out of her, panting against her cheek.

“Patch…Mmm-Fuck, honey. I love what you do to me. I feel so sexy and wanted.” Taddie purred at him, nuzzling into his cheek as he kissed along her neck, across her chest and down to her breasts. She giggled and shivered, bringing her hands up to his face, cupping his chin and lifting his head. He smirked up at her as she smoothed her thumbs over his thickening mustache then scratched her nails in the stubble that was beginning to grow on the underside of his jaw. “Fuck, it’s so dark, Thatcher. It looks so hot and sexy…”

Thatcher chuckled at her then continued to kiss down her body, over her scar and her hips. “You know they say a Viking with a full beard has extra servings after bed…Do you want to help make me a Viking beard, Princess?” Thatcher rumbled at her. She let out a soft gasp, slowly pushing her fingers into his hair as she watched him kiss over her waist, then along her inner thighs, his stubble scratching at her skin and sending shockwaves of pleasure not too far away. Taddie bit her lip and nodded as she shifted her hips, rocking them against his chin as he kissed lower and lower, inching closer.

“Yes-Yes, Patch, please-Oh, my Viking, make me come one more time.” Taddie whimpered, curling her fingers around the roots of his hair. Thatcher rumbled out a chuckle against her mound before latching his moth over her clit, his tongue swirling around it. She cried out, then whimpered as she ground down against his face, moaning as his fingers teased her entrance, then pushed inside, massaging her walls. “Oh, fuck! Y-Yes! Thatcher, please-Oh, Thatcher don’t stop. Do--”

Thatcher shifted his arm across her waist, pinning her down as he pumped his fingers in and out of her while his tongue stroked over her clit and quickly brought her to climax again. Taddie dug her heels into the rug and arched her back, lifting off the rug and pushing into his face as she moaned his name. Thatcher eased her back down as he lapped up her juices, licking her clean before he kissed back up to her lip for a heated kiss. Taddie slid her hands out of his hair, over his chest as she moaned into the kiss then broke it, letting her head drop to the side as she panted.

“You taste so sweet, Princess. If I had to live off that alone, I could.” He growled into her ear as his hands groped over her for a moment before he pushed himself off of her, rolling onto his side with a deep sigh. Taddie let out a light giggle and rolled over to him, snuggling into his side, her leg pushing to rest between his. He chuckled and eased an arm around her shoulders as he said, “Tom should be back with Finn and Fiona by now. We should go back to the house…Are you gonna be okay?”

“How old are his twins?” Taddie asked, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes. He chuckled down at her and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling into her curls as he said, “Just turned 7. Finn likes trucks and cars and all the usual boy things. Fiona loves make up and dress up, but she’s also very crafty…You should show her your painting room. She’d love your work.”

“She’s 7.” Taddie said with a giggle. Thatcher laughed and shifted to prop himself up on his elbow as he said, “They also spend a lot of time in France. They’re always going to museums--Do you want to go back? We don’t have to. We can stay here for a little longer then sneak up to bed.”

“No, I want to meet them. They’re your niece and nephew. I’m sure they’re excited to see you, too. I just needed some time to myself after three days around people. I-I’m-I’m not used to so many people in my downtime. I’m s-” Taddie’s words were cut off by Thatcher’s thumb sliding over her lips, then replacing it with his own in a deep, passionate kiss. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and kissed him back before he broke it and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Stop apologizing, Princess…Come on. Let’s get dressed and go back. We have some time to clean up and change.” Thatcher said, brushing his thumb over her cheek before stealing another kiss and pushing himself up, pulling her with him. Taddie chuckled and gripped his hands, lifting on her toes to kiss him again before they went to their clothes and tugged them on. Thatcher scooped up the basket then took Taddie’s hand, leading her back out to the sled and climbing on after helping her up first.

~

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[kamotecue]

No horse but why’s the moodboard for your Leah Williamson story just pictures of a girl and a guy ?

well - i tried finding photos that fit the aesthetic, anon. but i could always change it, i just had to look for a couple doing something sweet.

[lewmagoo]

happy 28th birthday, alexandra daniela!

@bradshawsbitch you are a beacon of light in this world and i am so grateful to have crossed paths with you. you are a constant source of encouragement to me, you are always willing to lend a listening ear or share helpful advice. you are kind and compassionate, a truly beautiful soul. thank you for entertaining my crazy ideas and putting up with all my nonsense. it means so much to me. i hope you have a wonderful birthday, and receive all the love you deserve. don’t forget to treat yourself as well! i wish i could do more, but this little moodboard will have to suffice (i tried to send lewis in the mail but the shipping cost was astronomical, and they said something about it being illegal to ship literal humans inside cardboard boxes across the world? smh). anyway, here’s to another year of life. i hope it treats you well!

with love,

leah

[annaw8799]

Moodboards of @glitter-ink lovely ladies, Leah Kessler, Bella Lombardi, Colleen Tracey, and Sophie Kelly. Represented as the 4 seasons, tried to pick the ones that best went with their personalities. Thanks @glitter-ink for letting me have fun with your characters!!

[honeykngdom]

how long have you been writing and what fandoms/characters have you written for?

hi nonnie!

I picked up fanfiction back in 2008 at the ripe age of eleven. The scholastic book fair was at elementary school's library, and Twilight's paperback was prominently featured as the movie was being released later that same year. I quickly read through all four books in a handful of months (I had to wait six months for breaking dawn to be published, it was dreadful). I've always been a pack stan, particularly Jacob, Paul, Embry and Seth. As I've gotten older, I've leaned more towards the secondary pack members (Jake is great, I just have a hard time writing for him since he's my childhood 'crush'). I still write for Embry, as you know, but will also write for Paul and maybe even Leah -- the others, however, I'm only interested in writing in supportive aspects rather than as the focus.

I started roleplaying with the Teen Wolf fandom for a while, too. I thought for a while, it would be fun to have another partner help create and move the plotline forward. I loved Stiles, but could never write for him or about him, but when the twins were introduced in season 3a (I think?), I quickly fell in love with Aiden and started roleplaying and writing for him. This is the first time I started to develop my own OC's, too, which is where Calliope first came from (I use her in almost every fandom, but most predominantly in Riverdale).

Speaking of Riverdale, that was the last fandom I was truly invested in. I specifically wrote for Sweet Pea and was widely known as a Sweet Pea blog. I wrote close to almost 100 headcanons between Sweet Pea and Fangs, multiple drabbles and oneshots, created a variety of manips and moodboards, and even managed to dish out a twenty-four chapter long fanfiction featuring Calliope and Sweet Pea (150k + words, and I technically didn't 'finish' it -- I lost my muse, and ended the story eight chapters early).

I recently refell in love with anime, and am currently rewatching Naruto. I never considered writing for them in the past, but have since decided that I would love to try my hand at writing for some of my favs, including Shikamaru, Iruka, Kakashi, Kiba, Kankuro and of course, Naruto. (That being said, I have an Iruka drabble in my drafts and have been working through a wolf!kiba fic for six weeks now). I hope to start writing and posting for these characters in the next upcoming weeks/months.

I've dabbled a bit with Peaky Blinders and the MCU. I tried to get into writing for Animal Kingdom, too, but I have a harder time with these than I do with the above four it seems.

[daisylincs]

🖤💙 Staticquake + Indigo 💙🖤

For the wonderful @leahdaisies as a part of a) my belated Trick or Treat and b) part of Colours of Staticquake.

[leahclearwaterdefensesquad]

Leah Clearwater x Blue Tint

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Hey girly!! How r u feeling? Dealing? How’s ur gramps :(. I hope you’re all doing as well as you can during all this and I hope he gets through this better and as good as he can!!! If you’re up for it, you could make a mood board for me! I don’t know if you know me deep enough to make one based off what u know, but if you wanna try, you can. I’m curious to see what it would look like 😅. If u need some direction, think 70’s. Bowie. Writing. Chess. Records. The vibe haha 😂💞

Right now I’m not so bad 😅 My grandpa is sleeping, my grandmother is going through her own problems with your ankle swelling up from a bug bite or spider bite and her needing to soak it for a half hour. I’m sitting here with 6% on my phone trying not to stress and wishing I was back to a few days ago where the only thing I had to worry about was whether or not Riley liked me. 😂

I’m drinking tonight, no doubt. 😂

Hope you enjoy this? Thanks for asking for one hon.

[jessicanjpa]

Here is your Twilight advent calendar for 2022!

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Instead of candy, here are some tiny, fluffy headcanon prompts for us to enjoy each day throughout December 1–25. Each one is simple enough to answer with a quick headcanon post, but your ficlets, fan art, and moodboards will add some extra sparkle!

You can answer each prompt on its day or schedule your posts ahead of time. The tag is #twilightadvent22

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Dec. 1 - Name five things that make Rosalie smile.

Dec. 2 - What human skills/hobbies has Jasper learned since becoming a Cullen?

Dec. 3 - Tell us about a song Edward has written.

Dec. 4 - Pick a Twilight couple (canon or AU) and tell us/draw their favorite way to snuggle.

Dec. 5 - What's one thing Esme loves about each member of her family?

Dec. 6 - Which modern medical treatment is Carlisle especially thankful for?

Dec. 7 - Tell us about one of Rosalie and Emmett's weddings.

Dec. 8 - Besides baseball, which other vampire-level sport have the Cullens tried out? How do they modify it to be more challenging/fun?

Dec. 9 - What music does Jacob like to listen to while working on cars?

Dec. 10 - Pick two Volturi guards and tell us something nice about their friendship.

Dec. 11 - What did Alice look forward to about joining the Cullens?

Dec. 12 - Tell us some headcanons about a Twilight character you don't usually post about.

Dec. 13- What college major did each one of Bella's human friends choose?

Dec. 14 - Tell us something Bella loves about Edward and something Edward loves about Bella (not mentioned in the saga).

Dec. 15 - Tell us about a Twilight OC you love (your own or someone else's).

Dec. 16 - Which non-Cullen vampire does Emmett like best?

Dec. 17 - How does Sue support Leah and Seth's new reality as shifters? Any changes in their home routine?

Dec. 18 - Tell us how the gathering in Breaking Dawn impacted one of the witnesses that came.

Dec. 19 - What new hobby do you think vampire!Bella will try out?

Dec. 20 - What's a promising new invention or company Alice is investing in this year?

Dec. 21 - Tell us about a Twilight vampire doing something kind for humans (or a specific human).

Dec. 22 - Besides the locket from Bella and the iPod from Edward, what gifts did Renesmee receive for her first Christmas?

Dec. 23 - Pick a Cullen and tell us about their first Christmas with the family.

Dec. 24 - What Christmas/holiday gifts are your favorite Twilight characters receiving this year?

Dec. 25 - Tell us about a happy Christmas/winter memory from childhood that a Twilight character can still remember.

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Bonus for new year's eve! What new year's resolutions are your favorite Twilight characters making?

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[thegreenmetblue]

StarkerFestival 2023 : Summer Bingo

Best Friend’s Dad

Everyday after school, Peter comes to Harley’s house. Is he doing it because Harley is his best friend ? 20% yes. Is he doing it because Harley’s dad has been Peter’s crush since he was 6 years old ? 80% yes.

But Peter noticed that this past year, Tony started to look at him a bit more, a bit differently.

As the little shit he is, Peter can’t miss this opportunity. What ? He’s been waiting way too long for this.

So he start dressing a little slutty, he starts lounging a bit their touches, he lets himself blush under Tony’s gaze a bit more. He even writes small unsigned notes but Tony will know.

Tony slowly becomes crazy, Peter senses than the man won’t resist long.

Peter’s little sadist game last three weeks. Until a saturday morning where Harley still was asleep, and where Peter is almost thrown on the kitchen counter.

“Took you long enough. Thought you’d never do it.”, Peter says, breathless, cheeks red.

“Oh you tested me long enough you little shit. Now it’s my turn to test you. C’mon, shirt off.”

for @starkerfestivals 💖

[jacksonroseroth]

~The Price~Chapter 23~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala none of the pictures are ours

Warnings: Some smut

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After retrieving the silver sapphire ring, Thatcher slipped it onto her right ring finger before he took her hand and led her down to the library doors. She clasped his hand in both of hers as she still rode the high of their spontaneous quickie and hoped her cheeks weren’t still flush, at least not too flush. He opened one of the doors, letting her walk in first, then slipped behind her as she gasped and gaped at the room.

It was enormous, with bookcases going all the way to the ceiling and completely filled with books. She bit her lip and tried not to bounce on her toes as Thatcher held her waist and moved her further in. There was a large window seat where Tristan sat with Leah cuddled up in his lap. A Christmas tree was decorated and lit up beside the window, where Theo stood with Luna, his arms around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as he swayed them from side to side. Taddie smiled at them, then her gaze settled on Thomas and Lara.

The stoic couple sat with their cups of coffee, sipping them as they muttered to themselves as they watched Thatcher guide Taddie to an oversized armchair where he sat down, then pulled her into his lap, making her let out a squeak, then a giggle as she pressed a hand to his chest. He guided her down for a deep kiss, her fingers beginning to unbutton his shirt before she let out a soft gasp and broke the kiss. She pushed her hands to his shoulders as she blushed and glanced around.

“Don’t be so shy, kitten.” Thatcher said, kissing her cheek before she looked back down at him with a chastising look.

“I’m not going to make out in front of your family. That’s weird.” She whispered back, settling in his lap and sliding her arm around his neck. She kissed across his cheek then teased, “There. Happy?”

“Not until I tear those clothes off and-”

Thatcher’s thought was cut off as the doors behind them opened, everyone turning as Tyr and Tora walked in, butlers behind them carrying trays of sweets and ciders, going to the table and setting them down. Theo and Tristan led their women over, while Thomas and Lara were content where they were, still sipping on their coffee and talking between themselves. Taddie chewed her lip and shifted in Thatcher’s lap, sitting a little straighter, though it was far more uncomfortable. Thatcher rubbed his hand over her back as he asked, “Do you want something, kitten? I’ll get it for you.”

“No, I’m okay. I’m not a big dessert person…I need to be in the mood for it.” Taddie said, lifting a hand to scratch at his chin, lightly. He nodded and gently took her hand to kiss the tips of her fingers as he muttered at her, making her giggle.

“You two are awfully happy over there.” Thomas called, watching his brother shoot him a glare and Taddie’s smile quickly fell off her face as she glanced at him, awkwardly shifting in Thatcher’s lap.

“Thomas-Be quiet. It’s new love, leave your brother alone.” Tora chastised her son, giving him a look as she lowered herself on a chaise lounge, Tyr bringing her a mug of cider. She spoke sweetly to her husband in Swedish, no doubt to thank him, and they exchanged a kiss before Tyr went back to the table.

“Is it, Mother?--Are you, Thatcher? Are you two in love?” Thomas questioned, lifting his cup to take a deep swig of coffee. Lara gave him a look and muttered at him.

“I’ve brought her home, haven’t I? None of you did the same unless you were in love? Why the sudden interest, brother?” Thatcher shot back, giving him a look.

“Patch, please, don’t…” Taddie pleaded, pushing her hand over his chest and brushing her fingers under his chin. Thatcher huffed at him and slid his hand over her legs, protectively.

“I’m just curious. You swore you’d never fall in love again after-”

“Thomas, that’s enough.” Tyr bellowed. Taddie let out a whimper and flinched, hard, cowering in Thatcher’s lap as her body shook. Thatcher tried to comfort her as he rubbed her back and slowly stood her up, holding her close. She shook her head and pressed her hands against his chest as she sniffled and sighed, angry with herself. Her visceral reaction was noticed by everyone and the room went silent as Thatcher’s hushed, comforting coos were the only thing that was heard.

“I’m fine-I’m fine…” Taddie sighed, turning from Thatcher and away from everyone else as she sniffled and wiped her face. She jumped several feet and spun around as another hand, not Thatcher’s touched her back and her heart nearly leapt from her chest. Thatcher caught her as she almost toppled over the chair, steadying her as Tyr raised his brows, shocked, then held out a hand to her.

“If I startled you, child-”

“Please stop calling me that…I--I’m sorry, I, um--” Taddie chewed her lip and twisted the ring around her finger, nervously. Tristan stepped forward and clapped his hand to the back of Tyr’s shoulder as he said, “Father--A word?...”

Tristan pulled his father aside and gave his father a brief explanation about Taddie’s ex in hushed Swedish as Thatcher wrapped an arm around Taddie’s waist, another around her shoulders as he guided her head to his chest. Tyr’s eyes widened in shock, then his brows furrowed in anger as he turned to his son and Taddie.

“-Vänta, vänta-Father, wait…” Tristan called as he tried to grasp his father’s arm, but Tyr was much faster and he was standing before the young couple, Taddie glancing out at him.

“Father-”

“I am sorry for raising my voice, Taddie…I did not know the burden you carried, my dear. I think, perhaps--Thatcher, you should take Taddie and retire for the evening. We shall see you both at breakfast tomorrow morning.” Tyr said, gently laying a hand on Taddie’s shoulder as he spoke softly to her. Taddie bit her lip and tried to pull herself together and protest, but Thatcher nodded as he said, “Yes, Father--Come on, kitten.”

“What? No, n-I’m fine. I--” Taddie started, but Thatcher shook his head at her, telling her not to protest, then led her from the library. Tyr watched after them then let out a deep sigh as he shook his head, sympathetically.

“Happy Christmas…” Thomas muttered, earning him a smack to the back of the head from Tora. “Ah! Mother-!”

Tora shot her son a look as well as a slew of disappointed Swedish. Thomas rubbed the back of his head, shooting a look at his mother, before Lara reached her hand behind his head, gently scratching and whispering to him, sweetly.

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Thatcher led Taddie up to his room and inside, closing and locking the door behind them as Taddie took a few steps in, then stopped, twisting the ring around her finger. Thatcher moved around her, assuming she’d follow behind him to the bed, but when he turned, he stopped, seeing her still standing in the center of the room, and had pulled off her ring. Thatcher went to her and took her arms, gently.

“Taddie. What is it? What’s wrong?” Thatcher asked, drawing his brows together. She sighed and shook her head, holding up the ring as she said, quietly, “Ma-Maybe this wasn’t meant to be real…Thatcher, I can’t do this. I don’t belong here.”

“What? Kitten, it’s-”

“I-I know it’s only been less than a day…But, God, Thatcher, it’s like they can see right through me. I-I f-I feel-I feel like an imposter. Like a fucking peasant around them. And-And they know it too, I’m beneath them…You should never have brought me here.” She said with a sniffle. Thatcher shook his head and sighed, closing her fingers over the ring as he said, “No, Taddie--Kitten, if they didn’t like you they’d show it. If they didn’t like you, they’d be a lot meaner about it…Taddie-”

“Why did you choose me? Why-Why did-Why did you do all of this? What-What was the point?” Taddie sniffled as she shook her head and refused to look at him. Thatcher gently took the ring from her, then took her right hand to slip it back on as he said, “Because I’m in love with you, Taddie…I told you I’m doing this for a number of reasons…I’ve fallen in love with you over the past several months. Like I said, I know this isn’t exactly conventional…But, if you don’t feel the same at the end of the month, then I’ll leave you alone. You’ll never see me again…But I want to give this a real shot, here, kitten. Please don’t give up on me yet…”

“It’s not you that I’m giving up on, Thatcher…” Taddie said with a sniffle, her voice small and barely audible. Thatcher furrowed his brows in sadness for her, then gently scooped her up and carried her to the bed. She sniffled and wiped her face as he kissed over her forehead before slowly undressing her, then getting undressed himself before laying next to her, snaking his arm around her waist. Taddie stared at the ceiling as she let Thatcher move her around, then she felt his hand grip her chin, turning her head toward him.

“Tell me you’ll stay with me this weekend…Taddie, I promise you-Tristan loves you, Theo loves you, Luna and Leah are fond of you…Don’t pay attention to Lara and Thomas, they’ve always been like that. They don’t show emotion a lot, unless it comes to their kids…My Mother is hard on you because she wants to know you’ll fight for yourself, and that means, then, you’ll fight for me. She did the same thing to Leah, and Luna, and even Lara. We’re her sons, she’s not going to let us go that easily…Stay with me, Taddie. Please?” Thatcher said, softly, to her. He stroked over her jaw, then pushed his hand into her hair.

“How can you look at me, knowing what you know about me, and want me this bad? Thatcher, I’m fucking broken. Everything you see is just a fucking mask because I-I’m-I’m no one anymore. Who-Who am I? Just a bartender…” Taddie said, sniffling and turning her head away. He quickly jerked her head back and half pinned her down as he gave her a hard stare, furrowing his brows together.

“Because I see past it all, Taddie. I see what you really are, who you really are--You’re a fighter, you’re strong. You stand up for what you think is right. Don’t sit there and tell me I don’t know what I want when I went through a lot to get you here. I might be the black sheep in my family, but I’d never do something so low as to use you like that. Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve told you has been genuine, Taddie. Don’t throw this away because one asshole thinks he has a power over you--He doesn’t. I’ll do whatever I can to show that to you, Taddie-But you’re mine and that means you’re worthy of whatever I say you are. Do you understand me?” Thatcher said, firmly, bracing his hands on either side of her head, caging her in. She let out a small whimper and bit her lip, gripping his wrists as she nodded. Thatcher shifted, sliding one hand down her arm, to her hip, pushing his other hand into her hair. “You’re mine, Taddie. You belong to me and no one is ever going to touch you again.”

Taddie’s eyes fluttered closed as he ducked down, pressing a deep, slow kiss to her lips. Her hands slowly lifted, gripping his hips as she kissed him back, a few sniffles escaping her between kisses. His hands pushed over her skin as he took off her bra and panties, her hands pushing his boxers down then sliding up his chest and into his hair, tugging the bun down. As the other half of his hair tumbled down, he broke the kiss and began kissing over her shoulder as her hand reached between them, stroking his cock. Thatcher moaned against her skin as he inched to her neck, then up, nipping at her jaw. Taddie sighed and hooked her legs over his hips, guiding him between her thighs and inside her. With a single thrust and a deep moan, Thatcher pushed inside her and began a steady pace, making Taddie cry out softly, then moan his name as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Thatcher-” Taddie sighed as she clung to him, moaning softly. Thatcher groaned and kissed up to her lips, sealing them together. She kissed him back and dragged her nails over his back with a soft moan as he sped up his cock inside her, making her whimper and begin to rock her hips in time with his.

“I only make my Princess feel like this. Only my kitten gets to have my cock inside her. My angel, my good, little girl--You deserve far more than anything I can ever give you, Taddie--Ohh, fuck--You’re fucking perfect, Taddie. You deserve, more than anyone, to be in this family and be treated like a fucking queen, do you understand me?” Thatcher growled in her ear. Taddie gasped, then let out a small whimper as she nodded. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.” Taddie moaned out, her fingers sinking into his hair and curling around the root and she arched against him. Thatcher kissed across her chest and over her breasts as he panted against them. She gave his hair a soft tug as he latched onto a breast, suckling it as he pushed a hand between them, his fingers circling her clit and making her cry out again.

“Whenever my family looks at you in a way you think they’re judging you-I want you to remember my cock inside you tonight. I want you to remember who fucked you and made you come so hard you couldn’t think straight. Me-Your man, your protector, your guardian…If I say you belong and deserve to be here, then you are and they can deal with it, because I chose you and you chose me. Taddie, I would die before ever letting anything happen to you, do you understand me?” Thatcher growled against her skin, nipping to her other breast, showing it equal attention. Taddie pushed against his mouth with a moan, tugging at his hair, hard, as she came, another orgasm building quickly.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes-I-I understand. I understand--Ohh, Thatcher, please don’t stop. Don’t stop-Ohh-!” Taddie moaned as her legs and hips began to shake, unable to move and giving herself over to the pleasure. Thatcher had her pinned, while his fingers petted her clit, his arm laid across her lower abdomen, pressing against it as his cock tunneled in and out of her. All she could do was cling to him, moaning and whimpering as she came again, hard, a sweet tingling sensation spreading through her body.

Thatcher moaned against her breast as he continued to thrust until he spilled inside her, riding them both through their climaxes before they collapsed, panting and moaning each other’s name, softly. Taddie’s hands slid from his hair and dropped from him as her head rolled from side to side, mumbling softly. Thatcher bit her breast, gently, then slowly kissed over her chest, up her neck and over her cheek to her lips. He cupped her face then pushed his hand to the back of her neck, his fingers cradling it gently.

“I love you, Taddie.” Thatcher whispered against her lips. A soft whimper slipped from her throat before she took a breath, but he cut her off as he said, “Don’t say anything. It’s okay. I don’t expect you to say it back. I just wanted to say it to you-At least once.”

“Thatcher…” Taddie sighed, nuzzling into his cheek and she drew her brows together. Thatcher kissed over her skin before he pulled out of her and slipped behind her, holding her close. She slid her hands over his arms, snuggling back into him with a deep sigh before he tugged the blankets over them. Her fingers tangled with his and he gently brought her hand back to kiss over the backs of her fingers, then buried his face into her neck. “I love that you make me feel pretty. And safe, and wanted, and loved…I-I never thought I’d have that, ever.”

“You deserve far more, Princess. I’m willing to give it to you if you’ll let me.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to her cheek. She leaned into his touch and let out a deep, content sigh. “But we have time for all that later. Go to sleep, my love.”

Taddie turned her head to him, kissing him deep and slow as his hands stroked over skin, lulling her to sleep. Thatcher held her close and nuzzled into her curls, letting out a deep sigh. He soon fell asleep as well, but not before a sudden worry came over him that there was now a very real and very present chance that she really might leave and he’d lose her for good.

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The next morning, Taddie’s eyes opened slowly as she came out of her sleep, inhaling deeply as she stretched. Thatcher stirred at her movement, then tightened his arms around her, dragging her back against him as he buried his face into her curls. Taddie giggled and gripped his arms as he kissed over her shoulder, then up her neck. With a deep sigh, Taddie snuggled back against him for a moment before she turned onto her back, looking up at him with a sweet smile.

“Morning, kitten. How did you sleep?” Thatcher whispered to her before pressing a deep kiss to her lips. Taddie kissed him back, lifting her hand to slide her fingers over his jawline.

“Good. No nightmares.” Taddie said, brushing her thumb over his lower lip a few times before stealing another kiss. Thatcher kissed across her cheek and pulled her in closer, squeezing her tight as he said, “Good. I’m glad…How do you feel? You know we can leave if you want to--Come back for dinners and such-”

“No. That would make me look worse if I took you away…I’m-I’m just nervous and-and I don’t want them to think I’m not good enough.” Taddie said, her hand dropping from his face as she glanced away.

“You’re good enough, Taddie. I wouldn’t have brought you home if I didn’t think you were good enough…And you’re not broken, baby. Don’t think I didn’t catch that last night.” Thatcher said as she tsk’d at him and rolled onto her side, turning away from him. He pulled her back against him as he said, “I’m serious, Taddie. He didn’t break you-You’re not broken. You’re-You’re fractured…And fractures can heal…When you take care of them properly.”

Slowly, Taddie turned to him again her lips shaking with a light smile. Thatcher slid his fingers over the side of her face, pushing them into her curls as he brought her face closer. She closed her eyes with a sigh, pushing her fingers over his as she said, softly, “You really think I’m not broken? I-I mean I--Last night, I basically had a fucking breakdown in front of everyone. Your dad didn’t even do anything to me…”

“You told me you don’t ever want me to get loud…You meant loud like that?” Thatcher asked. She bit her lip and nodded, drawing her brows together before she said, “Jack g-got-He got really, really loud, like screaming at the top of his lungs…Because I folded a shirt wrong, or-or I-I made his coffee wrong…He nitpicked at e-everything and it-it took me a long time to shake that when I left him…I thought that was all I needed to break because nothing else popped up.”

“Then as they do, let me help you with them. Talk to me, tell me what you’re feeling. I’ll do what I can, kitten, okay?” Thatcher said, kissing her deep and slow. Taddie kissed him back then broke it as she turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. Thatcher buried his hand in the back of her head as he held her tight, kissing over her bare shoulder. His lips curved into a smirk before he whispered in her ear, “Let’s go do something a little crazy today-What do you say?”

“Crazy, meaning what? We’re not flying to New York to get eloped.” Taddie said, pulling back enough to give him a look. Thatcher laughed and rolled her onto her back as he shook his head and said, “No! No, nothing like that…But I want you to do some painting first--Come on, let’s shower.”

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[theclearwaters]

I posted 1,300 times in 2022

43 posts created (3%)

1,257 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@twilitty

@musingsofvenus

@renegadepack

@tattoocowboi

@howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen

I tagged 367 of my posts in 2022

#q - 184 posts

#leah clearwater - 59 posts

#jacob black - 47 posts

#bella swan - 39 posts

#anon - 32 posts

#julia jones - 23 posts

#kristen stewart - 22 posts

#seth clearwater - 21 posts

#inbox - 19 posts

#new moon - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 119 characters

#a perfect description of me remembering how author steamrolled over that perfect groundwork she laid for jacob and leah

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

If you're team wolfpack, do you also dislike the vamps?

We are anti-Cullen in this house (might make an exception for Rosalie tho)

8 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#4

who on leah’s green earth is taking requests and where can I put monopoly money down to see more blackwater content. moodboards gifs fics a reason to live, i would like it all

9 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

#3

I’m working on answering the ask you just sent me lol and I might just dump everyone in your inbox as well. To start, Jared? 👀👀 (@gezellig-writes)

YES I WILL STOP EDITING TO ANSWER (thank you, srs)

do I like them:

I didn’t really have an opinion on him throughout the series, then I read the Illustrated Guide and decided I liked him - if only for how he handled the Sam/Emily clusterfuck and REVIVED her after she was hurt. My dude is the same age as Jacob, probably 15y/o at the time, and he handled it like a bloody champ.

5 good qualities:

someone has to be Sam Uley’s best mate I guess lol

he entertains Embry's side bets

seemed a pretty decent Second to Sam before Jacob took over

best vision in the Pack

makes little Kim happy, probably

3 bad qualities:

Everything about that scene in Breaking Dawn when he tried to play peacemaker and said to Jacob that he’d “torn” their family apart after he defected gtfo

Pulled the guilt thing on Seth: “Sue asked me to tell you—no, to beg you—to come home. She’s brokenhearted, Seth. All alone. I don’t know how you and Leah can do this to her. Abandon her this way, when your dad just barely died—”

THEN HE SAID TO MY GIRL, “Sam told me to beg. He told me to literally get down on my knees if I have to. He wants you home, Lee-lee, where you belong.”

NAH

favourite episode/etc:

Favourite scene I can recall is in New Moon at Emily's house. I like to think he wasn't entirely joking when he suggested that Bella could be bait.

otp:

gotta be our Kim surely

brotp:

Jared, probably: If Sam has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Sam has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Sam has only one fan then that is me. If Sam has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Sam, then I am against the world.

ot3:

imprint-addled Jared doesn't share (but there is a fic out there with Jared watching Kim/Seth and even after all these years I'm still not sure how I feel about it, I think it's by audreyii-fic?)

notp:

I've seen a few popular fics with Jared/Bella/Paul but just doesn't float my boat

best quote:

Of course I had to flip through New Moon for this:

"She's just a girl," Embry protested. "I didn't say it made sense. But that's why the bloodsucker's been trying to get past us. She's been heading for Forks." They continued to stare at me, mouths still hanging open, for a long moment. I ducked my head. "Excellent," Jared finally said, a smile beginning to pull up the corners of his mouth. "We've got bait."

head canon:

Saving Emily made them pretty tight. He'll go down swinging for his pack mama any day of the week.

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24 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

hate to break it to u but third cousins is still cousins… it’s incest

Bestie I hate to break it to you but I just spent the afternoon literally inhaling all the Helaena/Aemond content I could find so you might want to block me and move on. You’ll be happier for it

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The Grandkiddies: Caleb Steven Hyde (born March 17, 2015) (age 7)

Middle (left to right): Caleb, 18 months. Caleb, 4 years old. Plus, a sneak peek of Caleb as a teen, 16 years old.

@jackieburkhrts, he's the only one developed enough for a moodboard. :)

*****

-Leah and James's son, and E/D and J/H's grandson. He's their first grandkid.

-Eric and Donna are called Poppy and Mina, and Jackie and Hyde are called Pop and Lina.

-Jackie used to call him her "little prince" and put all her attention on him, until the girls came around. He still resents her.

-He's the first of many redheads. Jackie blames Donna.

-He has Hyde and James's icy blue eyes, though, so that's a consolation prize.

*****

-Kindergarten was largely spent in quarantine, and with online learning. Now, he's annoyed that he has to wear pants to school. And shoes.

-Since Eric retired at the beginning of COVID, and Leah went back to work, Caleb basically lives at Eric and Donna's house half of the time. With his twin sisters Abbie and Liv, and his baby brother Rowan.

-Abbie drives him crazy, because she always messes with him. And Jackie and Abbie have a lot in common, so…

-Eric has tried to get Caleb into Star Wars, but to no avail. He's gotten him to tolerate Spiderman, though.

-He also spends a solid chunk of time at Grooves with Hyde and James, too. James's marijuana dispensery next door is off limits, though.

*****

-He loves Minecraft, and hates Fortnite. He likes playing the OG Fallout games when everyone isn't looking.

-He loves Imagine Dragons, Muse, Green Day, The Black Keys, The Rolling Stones, and The Beatles. And Post Malone's "Sunflower" is a guilty pleasure of his.

-Leah got him into reading at an early age, and he reads at a sixth-grade level. He's a huge Harry Potter fan, and he's convinced that he's a Gryffindor.

-Aunt Becca has let him borrow her old Goosebumps books. He's read them all, happily.

-He's often dragged into whatever shenanigans his cousin Declan (via Aunt Becca) and his best friend Wyatt (K/B's grandson) get into.

-He's usually pretty quiet and chill, but he has a tendency to get whiny when in distress. Accompanied by a questionable porky mouth.

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do you feel what i feel? i feel it everyday

Twilight Saga; The Wolf Pack

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A Drop of Poison - Ch. 14: The Ball

A Loki fanfiction!

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It was a day before the ball and you sat in the Great Hall with Pom, Mo, and Valkyrie eating breakfast. A smattering of eggs, bacon, stuffed sausage, hash browns, and toast laid in front of you. You took a small piece of toast and buttered it lightly. Another yawn escaped your lips and blinked several times, trying to shake the feeling of tiny rocks rubbing on your eyeballs.

“How was Hogsmeade?” Mo said dejectedly. His parents had sent him quite the howler after the events in the Forbidden Forest. They banned him from all outdoor excursions and he had to stay in the school for the rest of the year.

Valkyrie shrugged. “It was alright, we just tried on some dresses, and I may or may not have seen Nila naked,” she said, smiling at you and Pom.

Mo raised his head with wide eyes. “You did not.”

Just then, Nila came by and sat down beside Mo. “Hey!” she said, leaning over Mo and grabbing a piece of bacon. Mo was stock still and flushed.

You giggled with Valkyrie. “Morning, Nila.”

Valkyrie raised a brow. “So, do we all have dates?”

You blushed, thinking about Nathan Gill, but more so thinking about Professor Laufeyson’s instructions.

You will go to the ball with this boy,

You will dance with him, have a drink, and do what young girls do at balls.

You gulped, thinking about the last thing he said.

And at the end of the night, you will come to my room, and I will punish you for all of it.

“Y-yes,” you said. Then Pom meekly said “yes” with a small blush. You looked at her, surprised that she had mentioned nothing. Then the three of you looked at Mo and Nila, who looked away from each other uncomfortably.

Nila spoke, a little miffed, “I was asked by Thomas, Jury, Mirwich, and Ali.”

You raised your brows, “wow, that’s great, Nila!”

Mo’s expression darkened, and he turned away further as Nila continued talking. “But I said no.”

She slowly turned towards Mo and looked at him. He looked back, trying to conceal a smile. “And what were you waiting for?” he said.

Valkyrie looked at you and rolled her eyes. You could tell she was itching to interrupt them with some blunt statement like, “just fuck already!”, but you hit her thigh under the table to shut her up.

“I was waiting for this stupid boy to ask me, but he hasn’t seemed to get a clue yet,” Nila said, curling a lock of hair on her finger.

There were a few seconds of anticipation. You saw the realization on Pom’s face, and she brightened immediately. Valkyrie’s leg twitched; she was getting so impatient.

Mo got up and knelt in front of Nila and took her hand. “Nila Odesa, will you go to the ball with me?”

Nila reddened, but nodded profusely.

“You didn’t need to embarrass her,” you said, laughing.

Then, Mo and Nila bid you three adieu and left for a walk in the courtyard. You laughed alongside Valkyrie and Pom at the awkwardness of it all, but you were happy for them. Then, a thought dawned on you, and you turned to Valkyrie.

“Valkyrie, do you have a date?” you said.

Her mouth twitched as if she wanted to say something specific, but she threw you a smirk. “On what planet would I not have one, my sweet Hufflepuff?”

Before you could ask further questions, she changed the subject. “So. Blood on the walls. Was it a prank or not?”

Your heart sank, and all levity fled. The teachers had cleared out the hall upon their arrival. They later confirmed it was all rat blood, and most of the students thought it was a pre-Halloween ball prank. Though you recalled the tension on Headmistress Frigga’s face when she made the announcement. She was holding back.

“What if it’s real?” Pom said. “There is a beast out there. What if it’s not done? What if...that thing...comes after Ken again?” She twisted her napkin in her hands.

You took her hand as a flash of evil yellow eyes surfaced in your mind, and you concealed a shudder. “He’s safe here. As long as we stay in the school, it’ll be okay.” Even though the words came out confidently, you did not feel them. Were you truly safe at school? If it was real, then who had written the message?

“What did they mean by, ‘enemies of the heir, beware’?” Valkyrie said. “Who’s the heir?”

“And of what?” Pom said.

The three of you were quite puzzled about it and your conversation eventually went in circles. You thought about asking Leah, from the switcher book, if she might have some answers. A part of you thought perhaps you should bring this up to your friends; the fact that you had conversations with a book that spoke to you, which was still weird even to Hogwarts standards. But when you opened your mouth, you found yourself stuffing more potatoes into it and forgot what you wanted to say.

The windows closest to the ceiling opened up and owls flew in with morning mail. They dropped letters, packages, and newspapers to the students. Pom caught a letter in a pink envelope while Valkyrie caught Mo’s paper. You were not expecting anything but glanced up to see a large package hurtling towards you, which you caught just before it pegged you in the face.

The package was in a black box with a silver bow tied around it. You touched the bow and rubbed the softness; it was velvet.

“What’s that?” Pom said.

“I don’t know,” you said as you undid the bow. The box opened up to reveal a swath of cool fabric. It was black chiffon with lace patterns all over it. You lifted the fabric out of the box to reveal a beautiful black dress. You gasped at the heft, not too heavy, but it definitely carried some weight. The side of it glittered at the hip while the neck was where the black fabric stooped down to reveal a daring neckline that was covered by translucent chiffon.

“Woah,” Valkyrie and Pom said. “Who sent you that!”

You looked in the box and saw an envelope with a single card with the message: Happy Halloween.

There was a black velvet box underneath the envelope that you did not notice before. You let Valkyrie and Pom occupy themselves with the dress while you popped it open. There was a dark glint as the open box revealed a studded necklace of bright green emeralds. You already had guessed who this was from, but the emeralds were his way of signing it off. A quiet laugh escaped you from how heavy-handed it was, but you felt moved by the thought of his gift. It all seemed far too expensive to take, though he would not listen to a single word you said to oppose it. He would certainly be upset if you did not wear this when he saw you at the ball. You sighed and gave in. Professor Laufeyson was the sort of man that did not even need to be present to sway your choices. You knew that he knew you were utterly wrapped around his fingers.

Valkyrie and Pom sent a tirade of questions your way, but you chalked it up to a secret admirer and that you did not know. You stuffed everything back in the box and popped a bite of sausage into your mouth as you headed out of the Great Hall in a mad shuffle. “See you at the ball tomorrow!” You told them.

The rest of the day passed in a blur as you attended your classes. There was no potions class today, and you just wanted it to end so you could see him. You were slightly alarmed at how your concern for his life had now grown into a mild obsession with the man. A part of you lied to yourself and said that you were still only trying to prevent him from dying, like in your visions. But you knew it was far more than that now. Even if Heimdall came and told you he saw a prophecy that Professor Laufeyson would never die, you could not bear to be away from him. He had taken over your mind in ways that even your visions never could.

You glanced out the window from your common room at the darkness and looked around, blinking. The day really had passed in a blur since you could barely remember your classes. Fatigue hit you like a train as you changed into your nightgown. You fell into bed like a stone and, though you feared sleep these days from knowing what toothy nightmares awaited you, it was also what you desperately needed.

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It was the night of the ball and you stood in your room and looked at the girl in the mirror. She was definitely not anybody you recognized. There was something cooler, more confident about her. She was in a gorgeous black dress that fit her every single curve. The emerald necklace laid around her neck immaculately, and provided the perfect statement piece to the outfit. You glanced at the plunging neckline and bit your lip. Your breasts were not very large, but this dress accentuated the swell of them. Upon doing a little turn in front of the mirror, you appreciated the curve of your rear with a bashful smile.

You shook your head at the mirror, not believing it, but also thrilled. Tucking a stray baby hair behind your ear, you left your room to head over to the ball. The walk through the halls was busy, with beautifully dressed students heading over to the Great Hall. The boys looked older and more handsome with their suits and dress robes. Some wore a sprig of flowers on their lapel while some fashioned a moving brooch that crawled along their pocket. The flurry of dresses of all colours and shapes and sizes excited your senses.

“Freya?” a voice said from behind you.

You turned around and saw Nathan in black dress robes. His eyes widened when he looked at you. “Wow, you look beautiful - I mean, you’re always pretty - but this - like - wow.”

A laugh bubbled up from your lips as he stumbled for the words. He laughed with you and then held out his arm for you to take. You slid your arm around his and the both of you walked into the Great Hall together.

Though you had spent the last seven years marvelling at the grandiosity of the Great Hall, it still took your breath away. Candles were lit amidst jack-o’-lanterns which floated in the ceiling. There was an ethereal aura of a glittering golden glow that swirled through the air. It moved as you walked through it. The tables were lined with crisp white linens and the centre stage was ready for dancing. There was a band at the far end of the hall that played gentle cocktail music. You spotted a rather grumpy looking group of large toads beside the band and wondered curiously which part of the concert they would make an appearance.

It was a little embarrassing once you realized that everyone you passed was staring at you. You looked into the eyes of people who saw you every day, but this time, they looked at you differently. The staring was perhaps supposed to be flattering, but the long gazes and gawks made you slightly uncomfortable and so you stared at the floor.

You spotted Nila, who wore the peach coloured dress she had bought from Gladrags. She looked beautiful. Her heels were nearly four inches high, and she towered over you. You smiled brightly and gave her a delicate hug. She stared at you, eyes wide. “You look gorgeous, Freya!”

Mo came by with swirling blue drinks and raised his brows when he saw you with Nathan. You told him to “shut it” under your breath and he winked at you.

“There’s Pom!” Nila said, and all of you drifted through the room, chatting along the way.

Pom was with a tall boy that you did not recognize. He had sandy skin and looked to be slightly younger than her. Brown curls fell around his temple and he smiled with deep dimples. She was looking beautiful in her short purple dress and ankle boots. Pom looked at you and audibly gasped. She showered you with compliments until you were sure that you would pass out from the embarrassment, but you smiled and nodded. After several minutes of catching up, you excused yourself and went for a drink.

The cool blue liquid slid down your throat and you exhaled after a few more gulps. You looked around from the drinks table at everyone. Couples surrounded the dancefloor, itching to dance. More students trickled in from the entrances and you saw Headmistress Frigga approach the stage. Her dress was a beautiful grey that almost looked silver. Flowers were pleated into the long braid down her back. You continued to look around the room, searching; where was he?

When you arrived back to the group, the Headmistress began her announcement.

“Welcome, teachers and students, to the annual Halloween Ball! Tonight will be a night of merriment and festivity. It shall be one to remember! Now, to send us off, let us begin with the customary dance.”

She stepped towards the stage, and Heimdall walked towards her. He was in more traditional dress robes but looked more like a king as he took her hand and led her into the centre stage. The band played a waltz and the two of them moved like swans in the water. Professor Fandral brought in Professor Sif and they danced. One by one, the teachers all started to dance. You saw a flash of red and gasped when you saw Valkyrie being twirled in the arms of Professor Odinson. He wore a black tuxedo and looked as handsome as a movie star. But it was Valkyrie that held your eye; she was show-stopping. Her red dress billowed as she danced and the slit opened just enough for your heart to race, but closed back up just as you got excited. You raised an eyebrow at her when she caught your eye and she laughed.

You looked at each of the teachers, and still could not see Professor Laufeyson. Just as your heart sank at the notion of him missing the ball, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Professor Laufeyson holding out his hand. Your breath hitched in your throat when you looked at him. His hair was gelled back, and he held one hand out to you, with the other bent politely behind him. He wore a black suit with a silken green vest and tie that stood in contrast with his fair skin. He seemed to glow in the warm light of the Great Hall. His eyes twinkled and his cheeks were positively rosy. Your heart dashed into a mad rhythm as you took in his presence. “May I have the pleasure of this dance?” He said.

Pom, Mo, Nila and Nathan stood stock still, shocked. You took his hand without thinking twice or even looking back at your friends and Nathan.

“Good evening, Miss Eves,” he said, whisking you away and onto the dancefloor. He looked at you with a hungry gaze. “You look ravishing.”

You gulped as you placed one hand on his shoulder and one in his hand. His free hand was placed on the small of your back. When you glanced up at him, it was hard to remember your footing. “You clean up well yourself, master,” you said, lowering your voice for the last part.

He smiled at you and twirled you around as the music rose in pace. “My apologies for stealing you away from your date before the night has even begun,” he said without remorse.

You laughed. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time to get into trouble,” you said with a grin.

He raised a brow at you and pulled you closer. His arms were firm, and his body led you through the unfamiliar footwork with ease. You fell into step with him and your bodies felt as one, moving fluidly across the dance floor. He whipped you about and held you close all alongside with the music. Every time you turned back into him and your body slammed against his, you felt your desire increase exponentially. Now and then Professor Laufeyson would glance at your visible cleavage and you suppressed a smile. In a room filled with people who stared, he could look unblinkingly at you and you would not flinch. When his eyes were upon you, it felt as though you were flying.

During a slower part of the dance, you looked past him and noticed everyone looking at you again. No, not just you, but the two of you. Your face flushed, and you hesitated for a brief second as your thoughts grounded themselves again.

“Careful, any sudden moves and I’ll rip you to shreds,” Professor Laufeyson said under his breath. “At least, that’s what they all think.”

“Everyone is watching,” you said apprehensively.

He spun you around and dipped you back. A devilish smile stretched across his face. “Miss Eves, are you ashamed to be seen with the most evil man in Hogwarts?”

You shook your head as you brought you back up. “No, and you are not evil.”

The music swelled, and he spun you several times; you were thrilled and dizzy all at once. He ran a hand across your back, leaned in close, nearly inappropriate. “Oh my dear girl, you have no idea what I am.” His voice sounded almost sad, but when you tried to look into his eyes, he deflected your gaze by turning to the stage and clapping for the band.

Nathan approached the both of you hesitantly. “May I steal her back, Professor?”

You did not want to leave him, but any more sensual dances and you would become a puddly mess. Professor Laufeyson nodded and handed you over to Nathan, a gleam in his eyes that told you, ‘see you later’, as a sort of warning.

The next dance was more upbeat and now most of the students joined in and some teachers stepped away. You laughed when you observed the head of your house, Professor Bjorn, dancing rather erratically with himself. Then you noticed he was holding a ferret in his hand and doing a waltz. Valkyrie came over to you and gave you a tight hug. You held her close and both of you shouted each other’s ear over the music at the same time.

“Did I just see you dancing with Professor Odinson?”

“Did you just dance with Laufeyson?”

You both smiled widely at each other and broke into laughter. Arms still entangled, you jostled her gently. “What is going on between you two?” You said, glancing at her and then at Professor Odinson, who was now in conversation with Headmistress Frigga over by the tables.

Valkyrie looked down and then back up at you. “I have a lot to tell you,” she said. But then her eyes grew suspicious. “And what have you got to tell me? Shaggin’ the bad boy now?” She clicked her tongue and looked you up and down, impressed. “My sweet Hufflepuff, always surprising me.”

You hit her shoulder. “Stop it! I am not shagging him…” Not yet, at least...

“Can I cut in?” Nathan said, dancing over to you. You disentangled from Valkyrie who gave you a ‘this isn’t over’ look. You danced together in a big group with Pom, her date Vlad, Nila and Mo, and Valkyrie. Some other members of the Quidditch team came over and joined as well.

The music sped up into a fast-paced rock number as all of you jumped in the newly formed dance circle to show off your best moves. You laughed when Mo started raising the roof and waving his arms in the air and at one point you, Pom, Nila, and Valkyrie made a conga line while the boys watched you sway your hips. The song shifted into another tune seamlessly, and when you heard the croaking of the toads and you undeniably lost your shit.

“This is my JAM!” you said, grabbing Nathan by the hand and dancing away. He perked up at your moves and you spent the next hour sweating, swaying, jumping and having the time of your life.

After another half an hour, you were panting as you yelled, “I need a break!” And left them all on the stage. Your feet got sore but in a good ‘dancing pains’ kind of way. You went to refresh yourself and catch some air. Upon sneaking out the door, you did not realize that Nathan followed you until he gently grabbed your arm as you descended the stairs towards the garden. You jumped and nearly tripped on the stairs when he caught you and held you close.

“Careful,” he said, flashing you a gorgeous smile. You were frozen in place with a small flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

He leaned in and you thought about pushing him away, but your arms stayed still as he kissed you. It was not intrusive; it was more of a questioning sort of kiss. This kiss would have been perfect a month ago, when your life was normal and you weren’t falling for a mysterious man who may or may not be doomed.

He pulled away but continued to hold you. “You’re beautiful, Freya,” he said.

The slight flutter of butterflies now sank into stones from your guilt. You should not have led him on. “Nathan,” you said, taking a deep breath and stepping away from him. “You are so sweet, and handsome, and honestly, a lot of fun…”

“But you want to stay just friends?” he said, with a knowing look.

You looked up at him and nodded. “I’m sorry,” you said.

He seemed slightly crestfallen, but the smile never left his face. “It’s okay, and you’re pretty fun too.”

“Thank you for being such a great date,” you said.

He laughed and nodded, leaving you to go back inside. You appreciated what a gentleman he was about the whole thing. Many of your friends had rejected boys only to receive scorn, disdain, and sometimes downright violence. It warmed you to know that Nathan was one of the good ones and you hoped he would find someone extra special.

The night air was cool, and a gentle wind fanned against your skin. You closed your eyes as you wandered into the gardens. You looked at your watch and realized that it was nearly midnight. The balloons would explode at the stroke of midnight and the tiny pumpkins would be there to surprise everyone. You thought about returning, but the thought of tiny pumpkins nipping at your ankles was just not as appealing as spending your time in the night air surrounded by flowers and beautiful trees. You had gotten your fill of the Halloween prank last year, when the stone gargoyles had sprung to life and puked all over you and Valkyrie. Mo had laughed up a storm until a gargoyle flew across the Great Hall and vomited right on his head.

“Did the Headmistress not advise you to avoid wandering about alone?”

Your heart leapt at his voice. “I’m not alone,” you said, not looking back yet, and continued walking down the trail of gardens. A long row of willows stood gorgeously with their sweeping leaves blowing in the breeze.

He fell into step with you, a hand on your lower back. His touch made your chest tighten. Where else might his hands go?

“Thank you, by the way,” you said.

He glanced at you, not clear on your meaning.

“For the dress and necklace. I only wore them since I knew you would curse me if I didn’t,” you said with a teasing smile.

He chuckled. “That’s right, I would have.”

For several minutes, the both of you silently walked through the gardens; smelling the flowers without speaking. It was peaceful and not terribly awkward. There was a comfort that had set in when you were around him. However, after a certain amount of silence, you wondered why the man who loved to talk so much was particularly taciturn.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you said boldly. Perhaps it was the overexertion from dancing or the dress that gave you the delusional idea you could coax the truth out of this man, but regardless, you tried.

He shifted closer to you. “Perhaps I’m plotting to kidnap you as a part of my master plan, and lock you in a tower,” he said mischievously. You laughed loudly at his response.

“Do you always laugh when the villain reveals their grand plans?” he said, smiling. Though his smile did not reach his eyes.

You pushed him as you walked. “You’re not a villain,” you said.

“And how do you know that?” he said, stopping underneath a tall tree. You had wandered back towards the castle. The warm glow of the candles and pumpkins inside illuminated the windows in an orange light, as if the entire castle itself were one gigantic jack-o’-lantern.

There was a rustling, and you stepped away from Professor Laufeyson in case it was a student, or worse, a teacher, and a couple walked by. However, they barely glanced at the two of you, for they were far too busy searching for somewhere to...well...finish off the night. When they walked around the corner in a hushed fit of giggles and quiet moans, you took a step towards Professor Laufeyson again.

“I know you’re not a villain because there is warmth in your heart,” you said, placing a hand on his chest.

The moonlight reflected off his eyes and illuminated his face. You noticed a look of utter desperation in his expression that you had never seen before. It was there for only a second before it vanished with a raised brow. “What you see is a fire, Miss Eves; dangerous if you get too close,” he said and seized you with a grin. You wrapped your arms around him and his lips touched yours in a passionate embrace.

Your core awakened from the feel of his tongue gliding across your lips and the strength of his arms gripping you so tightly that you might break. But you wanted him closer, tighter. You bit his upper lip as he took a hand and palmed your breast through the fabric of your dress. It was as if a new feral hunger hit you. It took all your strength of will to not strip bare right in the garden and let him take you. You tangled your fingers through his hair and moaned as his hand grazed the most sensitive part of your breast.

A scream tore through the air. You broke the kiss and immediately felt the chill of the night. Screams erupted from the Great Hall. You and Professor Laufeyson glanced at each other before seeing several students run out the door in terror. Some were frantically moving about as if they were trying to get something off of their bodies. A boy was thrashing so hard that he ran down the stairs, knocking several people over along the way.

“It’s not supposed to be like that, they’re just pumpkins,” you said to Professor Laufeyson, alarmed at the chaos that ensued from the castle. What was going on?

It was then you saw a girl, completely pale and red-haired in a light blue dress. At first you thought she wore a strange patterned glove, but in fact, there were large black masses covering her arm. They wriggled over her skin and she screamed and shouted, “get them off! Get them off me!”

You both were about to run over to the crowd of students when a shriek closer to you echoed through the garden. “Help me! Please!” It was in the direction where the couple from earlier had gone.

You and Professor Laufeyson ran over to the couple and you saw the boy was crawling away on his hands and knees while the girl was trying to do the same. The boy shoved past you as the girl reached out for help.

A horrifying creature, about the size of a dog, was slithering through the garden. It was scaled and dark green with the body of a snake, but five times thicker. It had five heads protruding from its centre, and each head had a menacing pair of red eyes. Each head snapped its fangs at you and the girl. The creature hissed and lashed its barbed tail. You ran over to the girl and grabbed her by the arm to help her up.

The creature whipped its tail, and you pushed the girl away from it, right into Professor Laufeyson. You cried out when you felt its painful barbs against your leg. The creature hissed, and you saw five forked tongues, inches away from you. You tried reaching for your wand, but the pain had set in immediately and it was debilitating. You fell to your knees.

This was when the screaming and noise all slowed down, as if you were in a film. One moment the five heads reared back to bite you, the next, you saw an insanely bright green light. You heard someone screaming right next to your ear, and it annoyed you to the point you begged them to stop, only to realize that it was you that was screaming.

“What’s happening?” You said your words slurred.

Darkness edged your vision, and you saw Professor Laufeyson’s face above yours, looking terribly distressed. “Stay awake Freya! Stay awake!” It looked as if he was yelling at you, but his words sounded far away.

You felt yourself being carried, or floating away. Perhaps you were in the castle again? It was hard to tell. Your stomach was aching terribly and your whole body was sore. Shooting pain ran up your leg and your chest tightened. How you wished it would end, but as soon as the wave of pain ended, another wave rose. You thrashed back and forth trying to shake the feeling, but it would not stop. “Please, make it stop,” you screamed.

Darkness clouded your vision, and you saw Professor Laufeyson once again. This time he was saying things, but you could no longer hear him. “Loki,” you whispered, and everything went dark.