#ocfanfiction

[thedragonholder]

Bat family group chat (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/372763148-bat-family-group-chat?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=sundragonslayer109 Dick Grayson has been dating Inari Ryujin for quite some time. She has not been fully introduced to the family yet but what happens when she gets added to the bat family group chat.

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“I crawled to the far side of the stacked cargo crates. "Wait for my signal," I ordered. Heavy blasts showered our location. Meanwhile, the firing on our end ceased. The boys turned to me. I forced down the lump in my throat. The carbine in my hands shook uncontrollably. Deep breaths, I reminded myself. It was now or never. I rolled out from our cover, jumped to my feet, and rushed the first turret as protest rose from my Squad.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

I pushed their concerns to the side. If they were to make it out alive, this was our only way.”

(Chapter 19 - It’s My Duty)

Crazy how my best piece came from forcing myself to do art. Since yesterday, I’ve been on a roll! I know I’ve been doing a lot of art of Weave lately, but for real, I just love this character so much and can’t drawing anyone else rn.

[starryeyes2000]

Episode 2: That Hug

Extra Scenes, Codas, and Other Stuff (SNW Season 2)

Read on AO3 or FFN

Pairing: Pike & Una; hints of Pike x Una

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 462

Summary: Deleted scenes, character development, and other odds and ends for Strange New Worlds Season 2. Contains spoilers.

Excerpt:

May I kiss you?

Continue reading on AO3 or FFN

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Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @bardic-tales @themaradwrites @chickensarentcheap

[fyreglyphsdesigns]

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗈 - 𝚌𝚑𝟷𝟶("𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐") (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1288536907-%F0%9D%96%B3%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%97%87%F0%9D%97%8D%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%96%BF%F0%9D%96%BA%F0%9D%96%BC%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%A7%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%97%88-%F0%9D%9A%8C%F0%9D%9A%91%F0%9D%9F%B7%F0%9D%9F%B6-%F0%9D%9A%8D%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%8B%F0%9D%9A%9E%F0%9D%9A%9D%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%97%F0%9D%9A%90?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=BrenFyre&wp_originator=yMcc0II80SSH89FqQAtk1Mhgg0ytEPZ4cs1js0q3GlyJmiAhxXkCTMpk1mcxxLkgMyzNCT1opzNCx8oQunGV2zSlMGTbrlHzwLmibZWG3JtNUCMS%2B2sSgNh7NRaURwLl Takira Sudo, an American rookie debuting in Japan, paves her way as a hero and proves her worth to the world, her family, but mostly herself. My Hero Academia Fanfiction - Season 3+ Canon-Typical Violence/Mild Swearing Any Strong TWs Added at Beginning of Chapters I don't own MHA but my OCs included. All art, including cover, is made by me! Updates every Friday!

[odemonkillo]

You love super Mario Bros Movie ? You like Bowser and want see him find love ? Check this !

Sing for me {SMB BowserxOC} - VendettaPrimus-EN - Wattpad

French :

Chante pour moi {SMB BowserxOC} - VendettaPrimus - Wattpad

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𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗈 - 𝚌𝚑𝟿("𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐") (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1288536851-%F0%9D%96%B3%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%97%87%F0%9D%97%8D%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%96%BF%F0%9D%96%BA%F0%9D%96%BC%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%A7%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%97%88-%F0%9D%9A%8C%F0%9D%9A%91%F0%9D%9F%BF-%F0%9D%9A%8A%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9D%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%97%F0%9D%9A%90?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=BrenFyre&wp_originator=jMWQ9rCDOi4SOvnixjtZ809%2Bwm1bgC7FNNXM5oQ3O4L0DE1PfOyc8UM8CCs%2FhLske3duDEcTmOfic86mEZJRQgPIHiRtjzReu70bSqgvfZ1M8DswT5baPRPOgcDcvd5R Takira Sudo, an American rookie debuting in Japan, paves her way as a hero and proves her worth to the world, her family, but mostly herself. My Hero Academia Fanfiction - Season 3+ Canon-Typical Violence/Mild Swearing Any Strong TWs Added at Beginning of Chapters I don't own MHA but my OCs included. All art, including cover, is made by me! Updates every Friday!

[smurphyse]

Coming Alive

Series Masterlist | Smurph’s Masterlist

Part 15 of The Arrangement

Word count: 4426

Warnings: Heavy petting, making out

Summary: Loki and Odin have an eye-opening and much needed discussion while they wait for Adora to wake

Wylen excused himself back to his rooms and the behest of Frigga and Aela, and they left to give him something to help him sleep. 

Loki made his way to the balcony that he and Adora often fell asleep on, cradling Milja to his chest and rocking her back and forth. She wouldn’t wake for a while, as the bit of magick he'd used on her would keep her asleep. 

He'd felt her fear when he took the memory from her, seen the way she bolted toward the gardens, heard her cries and screams as she ran. He heard the screeching of the assassin as Adora blasted him with her power, saw the flash of purple illuminate the way for Milja to see in the darkness. 

She ran for a long time, blindly and wildly, stumbling through the bushes as her eyes blurred with tears. There had been a long howling through the wind, and when Hodur appeared in the maze, she'd collapsed against him in a fit of sobs. 

The dog let her cling to his fur as he carried her to the gazebo, and he pushed her with his nose until she went under the cushions and he hid her with his body. He'd heard her terrified breathing as Loki approached the gazebo and dropped to his knees, saw his own face appear in the darkness. 

Loki took that from her, all of it, and now she only remembered falling asleep in Adora's arms on the veranda. 

As unsure as he was before about pushing into her mind and taking the memory, he knew now that Wylen was right. Adora would not want her to know such fear, now or ever again. 

Loki would do his best to ensure her wishes were upheld. 

"How is she?" his father's voice came from behind, and when Loki glanced over his shoulder he lingered in the doorway. 

It was uncharacteristic, the way he looked, as though he wasn't sure how to proceed. His father always held an air of knowledge and wisdom about him, which was why Loki looked to him for guidance, but now Odin looked rather small. 

"She's okay, she won't remember what happened."

Loki turned back to the populace, watching as their cheers and joy echoed through the realm. It was nearly three in the morning, and Adora had been unconscious for nearly seven hours. 

"Your mother tells me you signed the papers," Odin said as he came slowly to stand next to them. 

Milja’s breath fanned across his skin, warm and comforting after the long night. Loki held her tighter and brushed his cheek along the top of her head. 

"Why did you do this to me?" he asked quietly. His heart was so full, so achingly full it was sure to burst in his chest and kill him on the spot. "Why did you make me do this to them?"

Everything about Adora and Milja hurt, even though it felt good. They made him feel so alive and safe, yet at any moment he could lose it all. Loki had never had anything to lose before, and he wasn't sure he wanted this. 

Odin sighed and dragged a hand down his face, "I didn't expect you to fall in love with the girls, Loki."

Loki's gaze snapped to his, Odin's matching blue eyes watching him sorrowfully in the dim candlelight. Usually they sparkled with hidden knowledge, but tonight they were watery and exhausted. 

"I'm not in love," he said defensively, and Odin cocked his head sadly at his youngest son. 

"I just wanted you to take some responsibility, my son," he insisted, as though he were pleading with him for forgiveness. "I just wanted you to know what it was like to take charge of your life and think of someone other than yourself."

"I'm not in love," Loki said again in response, and his father nodded. 

To his surprise, Odin stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around Loki's waist, setting his head on his shoulder. Loki stiffened for a moment, as he could not remember the last time he'd had a hug from his father.

"Okay," he said quietly as Loki relaxed into the comfort of his father's embrace. His chin wobbled against his will, as he truly needed this… from someone whose opinion he valued whether he wanted to admit it or not. 

"If this is love, I do not want it," Loki sniffled, struggling to keep his body from trembling, but Odin's strong arms held him together. "It hurts, father, in a way I'm sure it isn't supposed to."

"The poets all have their own definition of it, my son," Odin said softly, and he gave him a firm squeeze. "But love isn't something you just feel, it's something you experience with your very being. 

"It seeps into your bones and becomes the very blood of you. It fuels your life force and ignites your soul." He shook his head and chuckled, "Whether it's love for life or another person, when you finally feel it, it becomes the spark that guides you through the darkest and lightest of times."

"But it hurts," Loki whimpered pathetically, his father's hold and Milja’s weight in his arms keeping him grounded when he thought he might float away. "I feel as though I'm dying in slow motion."

"Are you dying, or are you finally coming alive?" Odin asked, and Loki's breath caught in his chest. 

Not for the first time that night Loki searched the darkness for answers. As always, it told him nothing in return, just spanned across the realm in a blanket of void nothingness. 

Milja’s little hands twitched as they clung to him in her sleep, gripping his shoulders and holding to him like it was something she always did. Like it was something she knew was safe enough to do so. 

"Platonic or romantic, I've found over the years that love simply is, Loki. You don't feel it, you live it, and in return it lives on. It doesn't need to be anything but what it is in the moment, and sometimes it hurts."

Loki said nothing as he digested his words, simply clung to his adopted child. The heady weight of emotion that coursed through him made him dizzy, and as his father pulled away he rested his forehead against his shoulder for a moment. 

"Get some sleep," he said firmly, "things always seem better after a bit of rest."

Loki waited until his father's footsteps retreated and the parlor door closed before heading to Milja’s room. 

He sighed as he settled into the rocking chair, cuddling the child close and nuzzling her into his neck. She molded to his chest, her tiny body relaxed against him and making some of the tightness ease from his lungs. 

Are you dying, or are you finally coming alive?

Smoothing his hands up Milja’s back, he leaned against the carved wooden backing. He rocked the chair back and forth, letting the rhythm soothe his nerves and focused on Milja’s warmth through his clothes. 

Was his father right? Did Loki love them? 

How was he supposed to know?

All he knew was that it did in fact hurt, that the way he felt made his heart tighten in his chest and his face swell with heat. A fierce protectiveness enveloped his very being at the mere thought of anything happening to them. He shed tears at his grief over Adora’s pain, and if he could he'd take all of it from her. 

All the fear and worry that constantly seemed to rush through her, Loki wanted it for himself, if only so she never had to experience it ever again. Was that love?

Milja was his child now, as much his blood as if he’d fathered her himself. The Claiming papers declared forever that Milja belonged partly to Loki. Even if he and Adora divorced and their marriage was dissolved, Milja would forever be a protected child of Asgard.

He promised Adora he would take care of her, and of course that was a promise he would keep. Milja would never be far from him, and she’d want for nothing. Loki chuckled to himself at the thought, for unlike Adora he couldn’t say no to the child. 

Loki planned to spoil her, whether Adora woke up or not. No child of his would spend a day without knowing how much they were loved by him… and he loved Milja.

Pressing his lips to the top of Milja’s head, Loki closed his eyes and decided to follow his father's orders. He needed to sleep, and for now he knew at least Milja was safe and comfortable. 

Adora was asleep in the other room, and he trusted Aela to watch over her. Focusing his ears on Milja’s breathing, the soft rise and fall of her chest, Loki drifted off praying that things would seem better after a bit of rest. 

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Peeling open her eyes, Adora winced. 

Sunshine poured through the windows, the summer breeze carrying in and billowing the drapes. She held a hand over her eyes to block some of it out and groaned. 

She rolled onto her side and snuggled further under the blankets, reveling in their cozy warmth. Using her left arm, she tugged at the covers to pull them over her head, yelping in pain as a shock ran through her ribs. 

Her other hand slapped over her side as she curled in on herself and gasped… and then it all came rushing back to her. 

Alone on the veranda with one of Vasily’s men, she'd cried out just before a blade sunk into her skin. Everything had burst in a purple haze and then she'd passed out. 

Sitting up sharply, Adora held her side as she struggled to catch her breath. She was in her room, all alone without even Loki to hold her. She'd been changed into her favorite white satin slip and tucked into bed in the Asgardian palace, her handmade dress long gone. 

Adora whipped off the covers and rushed over to the mirrors at the far end of the room. She pulled up her slip to look at her side, and instead of a gashed red wound she found a pink mottled scar the length of her hand following the curve of her ribcage. 

Adora's fingers traced the line, wincing a bit as its soreness radiated across her heated skin. How had she been healed so quickly? 

She vaguely remembered agony as it flowed through her veins, making her gasp as her chest seemed to cave in on itself with the trauma. She could hardly breathe by the time she was carried to the rooms…

In her mind's eye, Adora saw her father's tear streaked face, felt his hand brushing back her hair as he babbled to her, but little else. It was all so fuzzy with pain and fear. She'd been only worried about Milja…

Milja

Adora turned on her heel, hurrying to the girl's room as she tugged her slip back down over her hips. She turned the knob slowly, her breath hitching in her chest as she sent a prayer up to the Vídbláin that her child would be on the other side. 

The door creaked as it eased open, the fuzzy pink rug on the ground tickling her toes as she stepped in. 

A sigh of pure relief escaped her lips as she laid eyes on Milja, cradled safely to Loki's chest as he slept in the rocking chair. His jaw hung open as his head lolled against the back, dark bruises staining his eyes even in slumber. 

Milja’s drool stained the soft green cotton of his shirt, and Adora found herself laughing at Loki's checkered matching pajamas and fuzzy black socks. Hodur wagged his tail as he spotted her, and it thumped against the floor. 

Adora padded quietly closer, smiling to herself at the sight of the two of them so comfortable and close. She ran her fingers over Milja’s hair, brushing it back featherlight and thanking anyone she could think of that the girl was safe. 

From what she could see there were no bruises, no cuts or scratches from running through the hedges. She didn't even look troubled, sleeping peacefully in Loki's arms and clutching that damned toy in her little arms. 

The rest of that night came back in full force, nearly knocking her off her feet… memories of Loki holding her and telling her Milja was protected…that she was safe and he would take care of them both. He'd held her head in his lap and whispered to her in the depths of such immense pain.

It was the only thing that kept her grounded in that moment. His voice, his touch, they'd kept her tethered to the earth when the trauma almost let her leave for Vídbláin. 

Adora threaded her arm under Milja’s head, her other under her knees and began to lift her up to put her in bed, but Loki's hand shot out as his body stiffened and sat at attention. His fingers wrapped around her wrist as he sucked in a sharp breath, his exhausted eyes bright and aware. 

They softened as they met Adora's, and she smiled down at him, grateful for his kindness and protectiveness of her daughter. He'd kept his promise. 

"Adora," he breathed, breaking out into a relieved grin as he stood with her. 

"Shh," she whispered back, nodding down at Milja. He nodded, but his hand reached out to cup her jaw and brushed his thumb along her temple. 

Adora pulled away long enough to set Milja on her bed. She tucked her in gently and placed a soft but firm kiss to her forehead, breathing in her sweet scent and sighing. 

As she straightened up and turned to face Loki, she yelped. He swept her up into a bone crushing hug and wrapped her legs around his waist. Without a word he carried her out of Milja’s room and into her own, closing the door quietly behind him and taking her to the bed. 

Loki didn't let her go, just pressed her into the mattress and covered her body with his. His weight nearly crushed her but she didn't mind. Adora giggled softly and brushed her hands through his hair as he buried his face in her neck. 

"Loki…" she groaned happily even though he weighed half a ton. He pressed his face harder against her skin and she felt the wetness of tears. 

"Loki, what's wrong?" she murmured, kissing what part of him she could reach and scratching her nails lightly against his scalp. 

"I thought I was going to lose you," he mumbled into her hair, sighing and clutching her tight enough to bruise. 

"But I'm completely fine," she tried to soothe, but Loki shook his head and nuzzled closer. 

"The poison, you were… it was awful, Adora," Loki whimpered, actually whimpered against her. "Your veins were black and you were coughing up so much blood."

"Black…" she said quietly, then sighed as she realized just how close she came to dying. "It was nightshade poison, deadly to Elves.

"Loki… it should have killed me," Adora told him, and he finally pulled away to look at her, hovering above her with his strong frame. "How did I survive?"

"Uhm," he swallowed and licked his lips, his exhausted mind struggling to think after the long night. "Dragon ash. Tanana used purple dragon ash."

Adora sat up on her elbows and watched him with wide eyes, excitement taking over her, "Tanana Oylensdottir? She has a purple dragon?"

"She was my mother's teacher. We didn't want anyone to know an assassin had breached the grounds," he said slowly, eyeing her cautiously. "She said she won it in a card game with some Spice Elves."

Adora rolled her eyes, "Damned Spice Elves will give up anything for a quick gamble. What was it like? I've never seen dragon ash used before."

Loki squinted at her and frowned, "Adora, you nearly died."

"Yes, yes, but what did the ash do?"

"You… caught aflame."

"Really?" Adora asked with a bright smile, but Loki didn't return it. He cocked his head at her and huffed a little, so she decided to halt her questioning for later. 

Adora brushed back a stray curl of his, letting her fingertips trail across his cheekbone and over his lips. Smiling up at him, she sat up just enough to kiss him. 

Loki’s hands cupped her jaw to hold her close as he moaned into her mouth. He was insistent, desperate, as he kissed her back. She found herself being pressed back into the mattress while his lips molded to hers again and again. 

As if on instinct, Adora wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him down on top of her. Tangling her fingers into his hair, she whimpered against him, trying to keep him impossibly close. 

His length pressed against her core, one of his hands trailing from her jaw and down her waist. It left a cool trail in its wake, igniting heat within her body as he gripped her hip tightly with his strong fingers. She gasped as he moved on to kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck. 

Heat rose to her cheeks. She'd never done this before, made out with a man in her own bed. Adora never really thought she would, nor did she think she'd enjoy the feeling of someone holding her down with their weight while he did so. 

Placing wet kisses down the column of her throat, Loki groaned against her skin. Her hips bucked up to meet his with each roll, frantic to touch every piece of him she could. Her nipples brushed against his chest through her slip, heat blossoming through her bosom from some deep place she hadn't felt in a long time. 

He smelled like pine and fresh cool snow, yet somehow it only fanned the flame in her belly. The friction of his hardening length against her and his persistent kisses made Adora moan and whimper on the sheets. 

Loki pulled away, and she whined, pouting and glowering up at him. His eyes glittered in the morning sun as it filtered through the windows, and he just smiled back. 

"I really thought I'd never get to kiss you again," he told her seriously, but his voice held a fondness toward her that made her heart thump loudly against her sternum. 

He pressed his forehead against hers, bumping their nose together as he nuzzled close. Adora swallowed thickly, as the weight of his gaze was almost too much for her to handle. She licked her lips as she watched him through her lashes. 

"Don't stop, then," she whispered in a wavering voice. 

Loki grinned wolfishly, "Princess Adora, to hear you say such a thing…"

"Loki, shut up and kiss me," she laughed, and he happily obliged. 

His lips slotted against hers, softer this time but just as desperate to maintain that touch. Their soft groans took over the room while they rocked together, focused only on one another. Adora found herself growing antsy, throbbing between her legs and needy beyond belief. 

The heat in her cheeks was almost too much to bear, and her gaze clouded over with lust. All she wanted was Loki, here and now, but she didn't know how to ask for it. 

His cool fingers wandered along her naked thighs, trailing under her slip to keep a firm grip on her hips while his thumbs rubbed circles into her skin. Adora whimpered from his touch, insistent and soft, his cock hard and pressing heavily against her core. 

His tongue slipped between her lips, making her gasp as it slid against her own. A rumbling chuckle reverberated from his chest, and when he sucked on her tongue Adora let out an embarrassing moan as her hips bucked to grind against him. 

"A few hours without you and I nearly fell apart," Loki murmured as he pressed wet kisses across her cheek and down her neck. His teeth grazed her collarbone and Adora nearly burst. 

"Never again, okay?" he whispered darkly, his grumbling morning voice turning her into a writhing mess. "Never again."

"Never," Adora agreed. She tugged on his hair to pull him back to her lips, earning a sharp moan that made her back arch. 

There was a soft knock on the door, and Loki's eyes flew open as he pulled himself off her. Heat flooded Adora as she embarrassedly sat up and tugged her slip back down. 

Loki swiped a hand down his face, adjusting himself in his pajamas to hide the boner she'd given him during their little romp. She flashed him a look, and he smiled softly back and waved a hand toward the door. 

"Come in," she called, and it opened to reveal a grinning Aela on the other side. 

"You're awake!" she gasped, clapping her hands together happily. 

Her eyes narrowed and her gaze flicked between them, "I've interrupted something."

Adora blushed as Loki chuckled and looked down at his lap, "It's alright. What do you need?"

Aela cleared her throat awkwardly and thrust a thumb over her shoulder, "Your fathers are waiting for you in the parlor."

Adora and Loki blanched before exchanging a look, and she turned back to Aela and gave her a reassuring smile, "Can you give us a moment?"

"Of course," she said, curtsying and shutting the door quietly behind her. 

Loki let out a long breath and put his head in his hands, "Your father's going to kill me."

Adora frowned, "Why do you say that?"

Loki's cheeks turned light pink, seeming dreadfully embarrassed. He held out his hand for her to take. She intertwined her fingers with his and he led her over to the mirrors in the corner of the room. 

Stepping behind her, Loki kissed the top of her head and watched her in the reflection. He flashed her an awkward smile before pulling her hair back to show off her neck. 

Adora gasped when she saw it, a few red marks littering the column of her throat and quickly turning dark. She clapped her hand over it and turned to squint up at him. 

"You gave me hickies?" she asked sharply. 

Loki held out his palms in defense and took a step back. He laughed lightly, though, and she couldn't help but smile with him, "I was so happy to see you! And with you wriggling and moaning beneath me I really couldn't be expected to help myself…"

Adora flushed hotly at his words, and she glanced away from him to compose herself. He stepped forward with a cheeky grin, leaning down and pressing his lips to her neck again. 

When his arms snaked around her waist Adora couldn't help but melt in his embrace. He smoothed his tongue over the small bruises, making her eyes flutter shut and her arms settle over his shoulders to keep him close. 

"It wouldn't be a bad way to go," he murmured before he grazed his teeth along her jugular, "killed for marking and enjoying what's mine… punished tragically for making love to my future wife."

"Oh my… the things that you say, Loki, I swear," she whispered back as he nipped a trail up and behind her ear. His words left her chest light and airy, like she might float away without him there to hold her. 

He laughed quietly as she resigned herself to his kisses, reveling the wondrous feeling of trusting someone enough to do so. His touch calmed her, let her release her tension and exist in a state of enjoyment long denied to her. 

When Loki pulled away he led her over to her vanity and picked up a makeup sponge. He easily maneuvered around the various bottles of makeup and lip paints, picking up a foundation bottle and using the dropper to deposit some on the sponge. He kneeled before her and pushed her hair over her shoulder.

"I'll admit I'm not the best at this," he said softly as he padded the makeup onto her skin. Adora stretched out her neck to give him room, smiling at him. 

"I'm not either. Aela has a much better way with it than I do."

"I've only played around with it a bit." Loki blended the makeup softly, carefully, his eyes trained on his handiwork. He pulled back a tad and glanced up at her, "Sometimes…."

He trailed off and bit his bottom lip, so Adora reached out and brushed her fingers along his cheek. He sighed and leaned into her touch, "Sometimes, not all the time, I prefer to be a woman. Does that bother you?"

Adora cocked her head. The Fae were not necessarily gendered like Midgardians tended to be with their strict rules, but she didn't quite know what he meant. 

"You mean, I get a husband and a wife? Depending on how you're feeling?" she asked curiously. 

Hesitantly, he nodded, looking quite put out. His eyes were wide and nervous, so Adora leaned in and kissed him gently, smiling against his lips. 

"It doesn't bother me," she said softly, but with enough conviction that he knew she was speaking truth. "In fact, I think it makes me very lucky to be blessed with such a dynamic partner."

"Oh," Loki blushed, but he grinned and kissed her back fiercely. "Dynamic may as well be my middle name. I'm very flexible, you know."

Adora's eyes went wide as she imagined without permission just what that flexibility meant. She sputtered, pulling away and covering her face with her hands to quell the embarrassment. 

"Loki, the things that come out of your mouth!" she giggled. He tugged her by the wrists so he could look at her ruddy face once more. 

"You like it," he scoffed. He inspected his work one more time, then stood and held out his hand for her to take. 

When she rose from her seat, he squeezed her hand tightly. With his other hand, in a flourish of magick, he produced a long satin white robe to match her slip. 

Loki helped her slide it over her shoulders, and even cinched it tight for her to protect her modesty. "Are you ready?"

Adora stood on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He let out a little grunt of satisfaction before pulling away. She waved a hand toward the door. 

"I'm ready."

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Coming Soon, Au Courant a Teen Wolf fanfiction

Sneak Peek

Of course, with everything moving so fast, her waking up with only ten minutes to spare, that morning- she hadn’t had a chance to mull over her most recent freakshow of a dream.

Red eyes, snarling, gnashing teeth, the hot breath of a wild creature.

Lia shuts her eyes and blocks out the memory, she sits on her hands to keep herself from covering her ears wishing they’d hurry up and get there as fast as possible. The less time she has to worry the better. She’s been telling herself that even though she has a lot of dreams that come true, one featuring werewolves is just impossible. 

The sooner school begins and nothing supernatural happens, the sooner Lia can go back to her regularly scheduled nights of knowing the forecast for the week and if her mother is gonna be home for the weekend or not.

“Don’t be nervous!” Bobby yells because of course he’s the type of person to try to make conversation with the radio being at full volume, “everyone there’s a shithead! You’ll fit right in!”

A few horrifying lyrics about spine ripping and arms flailing go by before he realizes what he said.

“Not that you’re a shithead! I just mean-”

Lia laughs and saves him from his own foot-in-mouth disease.

“You had it right the first time. I am a shithead!”

Thankfully her prayers worked for once, she realizes, as they pull into a street lined with trees and teenagers.

Ahh the road to hell, Lia can’t help but sneer as heads whip around to stare.

Bobby pulls into the teacher’s parking lot, thankfully closer to the office than the other entrance (according to the somewhat dusty map Bobby had given her the night before.) He shuts the music off and stares intently at Lia. Lia blanks. She blinks, once, twice, when suddenly- he claps a hand down on her shoulder. Oh god. Inspirational speech, she thought- but it was too late to stop him.

“I know I’m only your stepdad but you can come to me. Let me know if any of the lacrosse guys give you trouble, and I’ll have em crying before lunch!”

As awkward as it is and as much as she yearns to reject him, Bobby’s being a good guy so far. She’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and not outright detest him like all of her mom’s other ex’s. 

“Thanks, Bosbster” Lia grins cheekily at the lame nickname and all but jumps out of the car.

“Do! Not! Call me that on campus!” He hollers, sticking his head out the rolled-down window and watching her dart off in the opposite direction of where she’s supposed to go.

Oh well, he thinks, she’ll figure it out.

With a burning face and a fully surrounded hallway- Lia does not figure it out. Well, at least not until it’s almost too late. Busybodies amble inside of classrooms, all sparing her looks of curiosity. But she feels way too threatened, with the way they look her up and down, to ask for directions. Luckily it’s almost like someone sees her and can relate because before the hallway clears, a specific brunette exits one of the left-hand classrooms with a searching gaze until her eyes land on Lia.

She makes confident strides towards the ever-growing-confused Lia carrying a friendly smile on her face.

“You’re new right?  Coach Finstock’s stepdaughter?”

Lia eyes her hesitantly. She seems nice enough, so she jumps to reply- not wanting to lose her one lifeline in the sea of strangers.

“Yes! The office!” Lia blushes because fuck of course she sounds like an idiot in front of a hot girl “I mean...I’m looking for the office.”

“I’m Allison, I was new last year so don’t even worry about it” Lia’s heart stutters as Allison swoops her hand down to guide her “I’ll show you the way. My grandpas starting as principal, actually.”

She allows herself to be tugged along and listens as Allison nicely gives her a verbal detailing of the school. How to know which spots of campus she’s in, little things she figured out when she first transferred there. But not wanting to make too much of a connection having just arrived- Lia drops Allison’s probably platonic grip as they arrive at their destination..... [to be continued.]

I have more written but ch1 is turning out to be longer than I expected so I wanted to give yall a taste early :)

[oh-miss-believer-imagines]

Sugar | A Stranger Things Fanfiction (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/S8QCDQyRJZ 

Hey guys! I just wanted to share my ongoing fanfiction that is being currently posted on Wattpad... If you are interested, then make sure to check it out!

[infamousconduit]

Here's another concept for my Marvel OC, basing this on Super Saiyan Goku. So the left side shows the normal form of this electric mutant, consider it normal black hair. The other half is his "Overcharge" form. When he drains too much electricity his haor turns white (close to ultra instinct) in thay form his power and speed are amplified (but he is still having the same weaknesses). Originally this is a ong picture of Super Saiyan Goku I found years ago. #Marvel #OCFanfiction #Mutant #XMen #XForce #wolverine #Psylocke #Cyclops #Storm #Magneto #Art #ArtSupport #Photoshop #Photoedit #Hobby #PlanningAhead #ConceptArt #Comics https://www.instagram.com/p/BsYr19VDwqb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1v54sxqd3pmsz

[starryeyes2000]

This is a clever twist on cocky Sherlock and his deductions about strangers. Thanks for the plot bunny.

~*~ ocfairygodmother’s Sherlock OC Masterlist ~*~

OC: Erin James ( @erin-james​ ) FACECLAIM: Amy Adams TITLE: A Moonlight Serenade FANDOM: Sherlock PAIRING: Sherlock x OC SUMMARY: After years living in Florida, Erin James finds herself coming back home to London to live in the flat in her mother’s basement In a whirlwind of change she finds herself caught up in the proceedings of the consulting detective.

READ AT:  FFN  + AO3

A Moonlight Serenade Tag: @ofbadchoices​ @randomestfandoms-ocs​

[itsmemelaniemia]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24185164/chapters/58252117

[starglow-art]

Bryka Acrux’s PSA for the Jedi Order. She spent a fair amount of time in what is referred to as “detention,” so now that she is older and a notorious figure throughout the Republic, it only makes sense for her to leave messages for troublesome younglings. To the younglings, she’s basically a holo-net star.

This quote/ reference is from Spider-Man Homecoming when the school has to show Cap’s PSAs.

Also I think I’ve found a drawing style of Bryka that I finally like! Currently working on a face reference sheet and sketches. This new year I hope to be more consistent in my drawing style.

Anyways, we got Bad Batch tomorrow so all good things! Hope y’all have a stellar day! MTFBWY💙✨

[starryeyes2000]

The Road Back: Chapter 37

His Hearth, His Sky, His Home

Read on AO3 or FFN

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Christopher Pike x OFC (Aalin)

Word Length: 1.2k

Summary: Once the physical injuries from Talos healed, Chris resolutely moved on resuming a casual social life. When he met someone who called to his heart and each time the moment was right to become lovers he pulled back. Unwilling to trust himself. Unsure if the attraction and his feelings were real. Torn between desire and self-protection. For the Talos incident was more than kidnapping, imprisonment, and mind-control. It was a violation of the deepest and most intimate kind. And perhaps there was no way back.

Excerpt:

Pike again righted his attention, directing it to Mia and the status data required by Command, wrenching it away from remembered sensations from last night: touch offered without expectation, sensual, intimate beyond the physical, beyond the erotic. A simple massage which patched more than his spasming back.

His mind refocused on the ship’s fuel efficiency. Face to face with Aalin, his hand caressed her cheek. She slept in his arms, her head tucked under his chin. The scent of her hair, the softness of her skin, the warmth radiating from her body. The quiet sighs she uttered when snuggling closer.

Continue reading on AO3 or FFN

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Taglist: @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @ocappreciationtag @bardic-tales @themaradaniels @chickensarentcheap

[fyreglyphsdesigns]

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗈 - 𝚌𝚑𝟿("𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐") (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1288536851-%F0%9D%96%B3%F0%9D%97%81%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%A8%F0%9D%97%87%F0%9D%97%8D%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%96%BF%F0%9D%96%BA%F0%9D%96%BC%F0%9D%96%BE-%F0%9D%96%A7%F0%9D%96%BE%F0%9D%97%8B%F0%9D%97%88-%F0%9D%9A%8C%F0%9D%9A%91%F0%9D%9F%BF-%F0%9D%9A%8A%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9D%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%97%F0%9D%9A%90?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=BrenFyre&wp_originator=pZ9vEO%2FJ8hcsoKOzT3gUkC09hnTHbS98PGdNLWOMA2B0gZeyZ9gJvcJ4yJ5Pwzs6oUh6RiRCrmRqPopkkYy03e56AdD%2FLw7Rry4%2BSz5yo7T3kRu2QeOfLKQrs%2Brvh%2Fyh Takira Sudo, an American rookie debuting in Japan, paves her way as a hero and proves her worth to the world, her family, but mostly herself. My Hero Academia Fanfiction - Season 3+ Canon-Typical Violence/Mild Swearing Any Strong TWs Added at Beginning of Chapters I don't own MHA but my OCs included. All art, including cover, is made by me! Updates every Friday!

[misswodsday]

Lily James as Cassandra Kepner and Cassandra Abernathy.