#seriously I am so excited for Full Moon

[starlightsugar]

Happy final night of rest, Stolitz shippers. Prepare for War

[olsenmyolsen]

Hi lovely!! To answer your question about what I’d like to see in the future, first of all I just want to say that I am so so deeply glad you’ve started writing and sharing your work with us, I just think you are so so so good at writing and extremely original with each concept you come up with!! I get SO excited every time I see you’ve posted something!! Personally, my favorite fics to read are female reader with either Wanda or Natasha, or with wandanat. Hands down my most favorite fic you’ve written and that I find myself thinking about frequently is, ‘you have me for the night,’ like it is seriously mindblowingly amazing as a concept and the way you executed it!😍

My other favorites you have so kindly created and shared with us to enjoy include ‘ups and downs,’ I just can’t get over how fantastic your writing is and how funny and enthralling this story is. ‘Taste,’ simply had me in a chokehold with how hot it was and all the pining and sexual tension! Your vampire reader stories and ‘inspiration,’ are also some of my personal favorites from you.

I think I personally really like stories that have some pining and build up which you write soooo deliciously well.

I would also eat it up if you ever had any interest in a female reader and Wanda or wandanat fic with reader being a new avenger and a werewolf who discovers that Wanda (or wandanat) is her mate when she joins the team. Maybe Wanda (or wandanat) even doesn’t like reader much or doesn’t trust her when she joins so it’s like an enemies to lovers, lots of pining kind of situation.

To whoever requested this mooooonths ago, I am so so so so sorry it took me this long to complete it. I honestly started and deleted writing it like five different times. I just couldn't find the right plot in my head. But hopefully, you enjoy this <3 And I truly apologize if you're upset with some liberties I took and changed.

After Midnight

master list . maroon master list . dark master list

Yes loosely based on the Chappell Roan song :)

Monster AU (Female Werewolf Reader X Monster Hunters WandaNat)

Summary: For some time now, Wanda has had visions of you. She doesn't know who you are, but when her senses lead her and her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, to a club, they end up learning more about the world than they thought they knew.

Word Count: 2.6K

Content: Crowded Places, Monsters, References to Sex, Teeth, Biting, Lust

You danced in a dress that you wanted forever with red lipstick painted on your lips.

The poppy music swirled around you and through the club, as you drank and made quick friends with girls you knew wouldn't remember your name the next day.

Only the fact that your teeth sunk into their neck.

And the cry of pleasure that followed.

Regardless, with a smile, you danced and drank (as if you could even get drunk) and waited for the woman you had been dreaming of for the last few months.

A woman you knew belonged to you.

A woman who, like you, had been dreaming of someone she felt connected to.

You.

"Wanda, are you sure this is it?" Natasha Romanoff asked of her partner Wanda Maximoff as they arrived outside the club The Full Moon.

To say Natasha was annoyed would be an understatement. Her girlfriend Wanda had been having these dreams of an ethereal animalistic woman for months.

Wanda was open and honest about what she would see. Natasha almost wishes she wasn't.

Almost.

And yes, Natasha knew what she was experiencing was jealousy, but when her girlfriend says she "feels a connection" to this mysterious person, how else was she supposed to feel?

So, as the two of them entered the club, they both had their sights set on finding you. Whoever you were.

The second the pair of Monster Hunters enter the club, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your sense going off. Yet, through the bodies of people in the club, you can't locate them as quickly.

Especially in your human form.

With a sigh, you give your empty glass to a hammered girl with big boobs and glasses as you leave the dance floor.

You hope to find the two monster hunters faster this way.

However, across the club, as the rainbow lights bounce off everything around Wanda and Natasha, they also sense something is off. Wanda gives Natasha a quizzical look after they order their drinks.

A purple cocktail for Wanda and a beer for Natasha.

"You sense it?" Wanda asks. Natasha nods as her eyes are already scanning what she can see. "A monster on this side of town? This late into the month? I don't know." Natasha replied to Wanda, who picked up her cocktail seconds after it was delivered.

Wanda also looks around the spacious room. "See anything?" She asks Natasha, who shakes her head. The two of them are experts in their field. They should be able to snuff out who or what is breaking the laws set before them, but they can't.

On top of that, they're off the clock.

Natasha turns back to the bar and takes a sip of her beer. Wanda looks at her girlfriend. "Let's just focus back on finding this mysterious person and figure out why I'm drawn to them."

Once again, that option isn't as thrilling to Natasha, but she follows along. She loves Wanda and knows how much this means to her. "Okay." She says, grabbing Wanda's hand and following her to the dance floor.

You move from your sat postion at a table far too close to a speaker as you watch the way a redhead follows another woman hand in hand into the crowd of drunks on the lit-up floor.

"Gotcha." You whisper spotting the off the clock Monster Hunters silhouetted in black. You smile, knowing you like to have fun with these people regardless, but it is far too late into the night for them to do anything.

After Midnight.

In the middle of a sea of people, Natasha and Wanda slowly start to lose themselves to the indie pop hits of today, but just as Wanda goes to finish off her cocktail, she gasps. Natasha immediately notices and comes to her side. "What is it?"

A vision plays out in Wanda's head—a vision you also see.

You smirk as the vision dissapears in your mind. You finally figured out what these visions mean.

"What is it?" Natasha asks as Wansa looks up and around the place. "She's here." Natasha looks as well but stops when Wanda gestures towards you, making your way through the crowd.

Natasha freezes as she looks over you. You're, of course, gorgeous (something maybe Wanda didn't fully explain), and you're wearing a red dress that hugs your curves beautifully.

Natasha looks from you to Wanda, whose mouth is slightly apart, in awe. "It's you," Wanda says, making you tilt your head with a smirk.

"Aside from my visions... Where do I know her from?" You question yourself before you stand in front of the pretty pair of faces looking at you. "Hi!" You say it with a sultry tone, making Natasha blatantly roll her eyes. Something you find amusing. Something Wanda ignores as she brings her body closer to you. "Hi." She says it with a soft, almost too-quiet tone.

"So you're from my vision." You cut to the chase as you bring your body closer to the brunette. Ignoring the glares from the redhead. "And you're from mine," Wanda replies.

Natasha huffs as she interrupts the eye fucking going on. "Okay. Yes. You have dreams about one another. What does that mean?" Natasha not so subtly moves in between you and the brunette. You look from the girl with the soft expression to the one with raging red hair. "And you are?" You say, biting back a smirk.

Natasha hates your attitude, forcing herself to narrow her eyes. She thinks you're lucky she's using all her strength not to fight you right now. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. I'm this one girlfriend." She says, pointing back to the brunette.

You smile. "Girlfriend?" You ask, questioning the other woman, who nods. "I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff." She extends her hand and raises her voice above the club music. You gingerly take her hand and shake it. The action sends a jolt of electricity through the two of you. Making you smile even wider.

"What?" Natasha asks as she sees the look on your face.

"It's just you two don't know why you've been having these visions, do you?" Each person shakes their head at you. "Well... there's no easy way to say this." You look around. Maybe the middle of the dance floor isn't the best place. "Follow me." You say to them, not caring if Natasha wants to follow or not.

You knew Wanda would.

You paid off the bouncer to the VIP area and closed the door to a private room. "Oh, come on." Natasha groans, seeing the bed in the middle of the room. "I didn't know The Full Moon was this kind of place." Wanda quietly held in a laugh as her girlfriend squeezes her hand. Annoyed. "It's not like that, I promise." You say, gesturing between you and Natasha, ignoring the comment about the bed as you move in front of the girlfriends.

It was just there for people to have a good time consensually.

As you look from one face to the other, it clicks for you.

However, just to be sure, you lightly sniff the air in the room, and your senses instantly alert you to the presence of two Monster Hunters.

The ones in front of you. 

You can't help but shake your head and smirk.

Of course.

"You two don't seem to know much about this place." You say to Natasha mainly. She rolls her eyes again. "Look, just tell us the real reason we're here." You put your hands up in a fake surrender and walk over the bed. Sitting down on it before moving back ever so slightly. Your covered breasts and long tan legs perfectly make Wanda want more.

"Wanda is my mate." You come right out and say it, knowing it would throw the two of them for a loop.

Also laughing knowing that they're Monster Hunters. They weren't supposed to be able to mate with said Monsters.

Wanda stares at you wide-eyed as if she can't believe what she just heard. Even if it was the truth and not that far from unbelievable.

She has witches blood in her after all.

Natasha, on the other hand, can't fathom it. She laughs like it's a big prank and steps closer to you. "Mate? Yeah right. Okay. Quit messing around around. Tell us the real reason."

You squint your eyes at Natasha and lie down on the bed. Sighing. "That is the real reason." Natasha opens and closes her mouth before stumbling to say: "Only Monsters can have mates." Natasha looks at you and slowly backs up. Grabbing a stunned Wanda, the two of them move away from the bed. "If it's true, then you're a Monster. That's why we sensed something. It was you!"

You lift your head up slightly. "First correction. Monsters aren't the only ones who can have mates. And secondly, do I look like a monster to you?"

"I th-"

"I was asking Wanda." Natasha closes her mouth and looks at her girlfriend. Her gaze on the person on the bed. You. "I.. I don't think you look like a Monster."

"Wanda!" Natasha says, unable to believe what Wanda was saying. Or trying to say. "I'm a beauty, Nat. What can I say." You smirk before looking at Natasha and winking. 

Even before tonight, she was having trouble coming up with reasons to be here, but now she's really struggling.

Natasha looks from Wanda to you once more. "What are you?"

"Wanda's mate. Now I don't know-"

"What are you really!?" Natasha asks, not wanting to hear any more about you and HER girlfriend. "Tasha." Wanda quietly says as she pulls on Nat's hand.

Wanda understands Natasha's frustrations and anger, but to Wanda, you were attractive, and Wanda did want to know more. Being rude wasn't going to solve anything.

You slowly pull yourself up and off the bed. Standing several feet away from the two. "I'm a Werewolf." You say, a tad quieter than you had been all night.

Something Natasha and Wanda picked up on.

"How do we know you're not lying?" Natasha asks, looking for more answers. "Aren't the visions enough?" You reply, almost annoyed. Natasha shakes her head. "Prove what you are."

You roll your eyes and take steps closer to Wanda and Natasha. Neither woman moving away. They're intrigued. You lift your upper lip up so the Monster Hunters can see a large canine tooth form before going away.

"The closer it gets to a full moon, the harder it becomes to control my human form."

Silence rests between everyone.

"Funny name for a bar then, no?" Wanda breaks the tension with a joke that makes you laugh. A sound Wanda giggles at.

Natasha squeezes Wanda's hand and does her best not to smile as she looks at you. "So now what?"

"Well, you're not taking me in. I'll tell you that." You look from the green shimmer in Wanda's eyes. "We won't," Wanda says without missing a beat.

Natasha sighs. "We weren't going to anyways. It's after hours and... and now the situation's complicated."

Truthfully, Natasha didn't care if she saw you ever again. But the more Wanda hung around you, the harder it was to pull her back.

"You know..." Natasha speaks up. "We came here tonight with one goal in mind. To see who Wanda was sharing visions with. But now that she's supposedly your mate and all that... What happens?" Natasha swallows and looks from Wanda to you and back. "Because I'm not losing Wanda to you. Not tonight." Natasha shakes her head as her eyes sting. But she sniffles and holds back the tears.

The thought of Wanda not being with her is eating away at her.

"You don't have to lose Wanda." You smirked as you brought your body closer and closer to Wanda. Her soft eyes going from her girlfriend to you.

She doesn't want to lose Natasha either.

"You know..." You lift your hand, making Natasha step forward, but she stops when she sees you push some hair from Wanda's face. "Us Monsters or Werewolf's aren't like Seahorses." Wanda tilts her head as she lays your hand on her cheek, bringing your eyes to Natasha. "Mating doesn't end with one person. It's normal and what usually happens, but... it doesn't have to be."

You bring your gaze back to Wanda as she looks from you to Natasha. Both of them understand your words. "You wouldn't lose her, Natasha."

You're honest and surprisingly caring. At least that's what Natasha thinks of you now.

"What are you doing now?" Natasha asks as you lean forward and look at Wanda's skin—especially the beautiful place on her neck.

Wanda can sense what you're thinking. "She wants to bite me." Natasha widens her eyes and goes to push you away, but you quickly grab her arm and twist it.

Your true strength coming through.

"I'm trying to be a good, good girl." You let go of Natasha, making her huff and stand in between you and Wanda. "I'm sorry I just love a little drama."

"We should get going," Natasha speaks to you as her eyes never leave yours. Yet she doesn't move. The second she gives you makes your mouth work faster than your brain. "I'm feeling kinda freaky." You raise a playful eyebrow. "Maybe it's the moonlight. Maybe it's something else. The club lights?" You shrug and step closer to Natasha.

Wanda watches as your eyes travel to Nat's smooth skin.

"I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend, if you don't mind."

Natasha opens her mouth to argue, but Wanda stops her. "She's not talking to you," Wanda says as Nat looks back at you, wearing a widening grin. "M-me?" Natasha asks you.

And since walking into the club, the chip on Natasha's shoulder melts away. Wanda walks up behind her girlfriend, wraps her arms around her, and kisses her cheek. "We could never lose each other."

Yet Natasha still can't process what you're asking.

You nod as she stares at you. "You, Natasha." Wanda brings her lips up to Natasha's ears. "It's okay." You nod as your ears pick up Wanda's words. "And then Wanda."

"And then Wanda-" Natasha gets cut off as you invade her space and take her face in your hands. Your callous fingers move down Natasha's cheek as your aggressive kiss slows into one of passion.

This is what I wanted. This is what I like.

When you pull away, your lips are darker. Natasha stands stunned before bringing her fingers to her lips. Touching where you just were. "Yo-you just kissed me.?" She speaks, making you blush. "We can do more than that." You offer with a laugh.

Wanda, with her eyes dark, can read your mind as your kiss with Natasha opens up the connection between the three of you.

She knows you're not joking about the offer.

"Wanda..." Natasha turned her attention to Wanda as her girlfriend looked over her fondly. Lovingly. Natasha can see Wanda isn't upset by what just happened. Making Natasha's brain scramble for an answer.

A solution to the chaos of tonight.

"It'll be okay." Wanda steps forward and gives a quick peck. She can even taste you on Nat's pretty pink lips.

"B-but now... now what?" Natasha asks as she can't even think. You make your presence known again as you gently bring your hands to Natasha's. "We belong together. We make it real. I want to make this real." Natasha watches you for a moment in silence before your hands leave hers and grab Wanda's hair.

Moving it over her shoulder.

Exposing her neck.

This wasn't right.

And yet. Natasha can't help but move closer. Her mind being made up with each step. Natasha holds Wanda as you open your mouth.

However, it wasn't until the three of you were in the middle of the dance floor once again that you put your canine teeth in the side of her neck.

A scream of pleasure left her, and after midnight, that night, the three of you became more.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[clangenrising]

Month 14 - April Gathering

“I’m so excited!” Fogpaw squeaked, bouncing along beside Floodpaw and Slatepaw. 

“We know,” Floodpaw rolled his eyes with a groan, “You’ve said so like a million times.” Fogpaw frowned and suddenly didn’t feel like bouncing anymore. She hadn’t realized she was being annoying. 

“It’s alright,” Slatepaw said, “I’m excited too.” 

“It’s your first Gathering,” said Pantherhaze on Slatepaw’s other side. “It’s completely normal to be excited about it.” He glanced at Floodpaw who looked away. 

“Well, I am,” said Fogpaw. She looked up at the full moon and smiled. “Do you think StarClan will cover the moon?” 

“I hope not,” said Pantherhaze. “If they did it would mean they disapproved of the Gathering.”

“I just think it would be cool,” shrugged Fogpaw. She imagined a roll of thunder and a sudden stormy sky, a powerful sign of StarClan’s wrath. She hoped that, at least some day, she got to see it.

The RisingClan cats - her, Slatepaw, Floodpaw, Pantherhaze, Scorchplume, Goldenstar, Russetfrond, and Sagetooth - emerged from the trees into the clearing. Fogpaw made an awe-filled sound of wonder at the sight of the Cornerstones towering up ahead. A white she-cat and a ginger one were sitting on top, bathed in moonlight, their deputies conversing on the rubble beneath them. Goldenstar whispered something to Scorchplume and then went to join them. 

Floodpaw was moving to meet a group of cats who looked close to his age and Fogpaw decided to follow him. Slatepaw followed her, both of them trailing after Floodpaw like ducklets. 

“Have fun and be respectful!” Pantherhaze called after them.

“We will!” squeaked Slatepaw. 

“Hey!” A pale, spotted tabby looked up as Floodpaw approached. “Floodpaw, how’s it going?”

“Great,” purred Floodpaw, “We’ve got some big news tonight. I’m excited for you to hear it.” 

“Ooh, well now I’m invested,” he grinned. 

“You’ve got some kittens stuck to your fur,” said a white she-cat with a ginger striped tail. The ginger cat wearing moth wings next to her smiled in a way that struck Fogpaw as mysterious.

“Oh,” Floodpaw turned to look at them and grimaced a little. “Right, uh, this is Fogpaw and Slatepaw.”

“Hi!” Fogpaw grinned. Slatepaw pressed into her side nervously. 

Floodpaw continued, “Uh, guys, these are my friends.” The white cat huffed a mean laugh. “Boldmoth and Fishtrick are from EarthClan and Fernpaw is from SkyClan.” 

“It’s Fernspeckle now!” beamed the spotted tabby. 

“Aw, really?” frowned Floodpaw. “I mean, congrats, but I was sure I was gonna get my name before you!” 

“Having a leader as your mother has its perks,” Fernspeckle laughed. 

“An admission you graduated before you were ready,” Fishtrick hummed. 

“You’ll get your name soon,” Boldmoth said, looking at Floodpaw. 

“Thanks,” he blushed under her cool, golden gaze.  

“Your mom is the leader?” Fogpaw asked loudly. Floodpaw and his friends all winced. 

“Yeah,” said Fernspeckle, “Snowstar’s my mother.” 

“That’s so cool,” Fogpaw said seriously. “My mom’s dead.” Fernspeckle froze in surprise. Fishtrick raised a brow skeptically. Boldmoth frowned sympathetically.

“Hey, uh,” Floodpaw said quickly, “Look, there’s an apprentice your age, why don’t you guys go talk to him?” FallenClan had arrived and Fogpaw followed Floodpaw’s gaze to a pale ginger tom who looked just a little bit older than her and Slatepaw settling down beside a warrior with brown points. 

“Oh, okay,” she said, wilting a little. She couldn’t help but feel like Floodpaw didn’t want her around. Still, she was interested in making a new friend so she looked at Slatepaw and said, “Come on, let’s go say hi!” Slatepaw gave a worried noise through pursed lips and glanced over at Floodpaw’s friends before nodding. Fogpaw started to make her way through the crowd, Slatepaw pressed against her side.

Behind her, she heard Floodpaw say, “Yikes, sorry about that, guys.” She sighed a little. 

“Fogpaw, why did you say that?” Slatepaw asked quietly. 

“Huh?” she asked, looking over. “Say what?” 

“You know,” Slatepaw chewed her lip worriedly. “About mama.” 

“Oh,” Fogpaw shrugged. She had already forgotten about that. “Cause it’s true?” 

“Right,” Slatepaw said softly. Fogpaw frowned, confused. Shaking her head, she decided to ignore it and focus on meeting this new apprentice. 

As they drew close, she raised her tail and said, “Hi there! I’m Fogpaw and this is my sister Slatepaw! What’s your name?” The apprentice looked over at her apprehensively. 

Beside him, his mentor smiled and said, “I’m Duskstep and this is Lionpaw. We’re from FallenClan.” He nudged Lionpaw’s leg gently.

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Lionpaw, barely audible but in a listless way, not like Slatepaw’s nervous whispering. It was like he didn’t have the energy to speak any louder. Fogpaw immediately decided that he seemed extremely boring. She glanced back over to where Floodpaw was joking with his friends and wished she could just go back and hang out with them. 

“It’s nice to meet you too,” smiled Slatepaw as they sat down. “Do you know Poppybird?”

“Yes,” purred Duskstep, “she’s our Clan’s mediator.” 

“She was friends with our mama,” Slatepaw said. “She comes and visits us sometimes.” 

“That’s nice,” said Duskstep. 

“She mentioned you,” said Slatepaw, looking at Lionpaw. He sat up a little straighter and blinked at her. Fogpaw yawned. 

“She did?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Slatepaw said. “We asked her about the kits in FallenClan and she talked about you.” Fogpaw groaned and stood to go find someone else to sit with. She wasn’t going to stay here and listen to boring small talk all gathering. 

“W- Fogpaw, where are you going?” asked Slatepaw. 

“I dunno,” Fogpaw shrugged, “to find Scorchplume or something.” 

“Oh, okay…” Slatepaw frowned. Fogpaw wasn’t sure why she was upset but it annoyed her. Huffling she turned and stomped away. 

The meeting was packed. Fogpaw hadn’t seen this many cats since they had gathered in camp for the big battle. The noise of it made her hackles prickle unconsciously. She reared onto her hind legs to try and spot her mentor’s bright ginger pelt. It was difficult with the height of the other cats. She padded a bit to the side to try and find a better vantage point, then someone right next to her spoke, throwing her off guard.

“Oh! Look at that!” said a she-cat nearby. Fogpaw looked on instinct and realized the grey tabby was looking right at her. 

“Uh…” She glanced around to make sure there wasn’t something else the cat could be looking at. 

“I know that pelt,” continued the cat. “You look just like the old tom Snowstar was fighting in the snowstorm battle!”

“Really?” asked the brown tabby next to her. This one narrowed her eyes at Fogpaw, making her want to squirm. “One of the rogues?” 

“Yes, exactly,” said the first cat. “Hello there, kit, what’s your name?” Fogpaw swallowed. At least they were talking to her now instead of about her. 

“Fogpaw,” she said. “Who are you?”

“I’m Greyvoice,” said the first cat with a smile, “and this is Perchingcall. Please, why don’t you come sit with us?” 

“Um, okay,” said Fogpaw. The idea that two grown ups wanted her to sit with them was exciting. Smiling, she settled down near them. 

Greyvoice scooted closer to her and said, “This is your first gathering, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” nodded Fogpaw. “I got apprenticed last week!”

“That’s so exciting,” purred Greyvoice, attentive and warm. Perchingcall smiled too but it didn’t feel right to Fogpaw. “You’re, um, Smokyrose’s kit, right?” 

“Yeah,” Fogpaw nodded again. 

“Such a shame about her, by the way,” Greyvoice frowned briefly. “I hope you’re doing alright.” 

“I’m fine,” said Fogpaw. Her tail tip twitched a bit - she hated when cats pitied her - but Greyvoice moved on quickly so she let it go.

“I’m so curious though,” said Greyvoice, “I mean, I’ve only heard rumors, so I have to ask: Is it true your father is the rogues’ deputy?” 

“Um,” Fogpaw screwed her mouth to the side as she thought. “I think so. His name’s Ghost. He’s the reason our mom is dead.” Or something like that. No one would tell her for certain what had happened. She had been forced to glean a few details from overheard conversations. 

Greyvoice and Perchingcall at least didn’t get those weird, surprised expressions on their faces like Floodpaw's friends had. Perchingcall frowned like she wanted to tear Ghost’s pelt and Greyvoice let out a soft little noise of sympathy.

“That’s terrible,” said Greyvoice. “What do you mean, he’s the reason why? I only heard that she had died, I didn’t hear what happened.” 

“And you won’t,” said Scorchplume, appearing suddenly behind Fogpaw. Her sharp blue eyes were narrowed at Greyvoice as she said, “Fogpaw get up. You’re going to come sit with me.” 

“But-” Fogpaw bristled in protest, “But I was just making friends!” 

“We don’t make friends with other Clans,” Scorchplume scowled, still not looking at her. “A warrior should know better.” Her words felt pointed at Greyvoice, just as sharp as her eyes. Fogpaw frowned and got to her feet. 

“Fine,” she grumbled. Maybe her spell had been wrong and Scorchplume wasn’t a good mentor. 

Greyvoice preened her chest a bit and said, “Well I’m fine considering us friends, Fogpaw. Maybe I’ll see you some other time.” 

Scorchplume growled a warning. “Stay away from my apprentice, Greyvoice.” The warrior in question huffed irritably but made no further comments. Scorchplume nudged Fogpaw towards the back of the crowd, saying, “That way.” 

“I’m going!” Fogpaw griped, stomping off. When they were nearing the back of the crowd, she added, “What was that for? I thought Russetfrond was the one who’s all ‘don’t talk to anybody ever!’” She bobbled her head and deepened her voice as she imitated him. 

Scorchplume flicked her tail and wrapped it around Fogpaw to urge her to sit. “Oh, I don’t care about talking to other Clans,” she said, and Fogpaw’s mouth fell open in confusion.

“Then, what-”

“Greyvoice was taking advantage of you,” said Scorchplume simply. “She doesn’t actually want to be your friend, she just wants to know the gossip about your father.” 

“Wait, really?” Fogpaw’s ears slid back against her head. She hadn’t been able to tell at all. Her stomach turned into a heavy, nauseous lump.

“Mhm,” said Scorchplume, glancing sideways at her. “I’m not going to let someone like that take advantage of my apprentice.” Her voice caught in her throat on the word, a growl that made Fogpaw feel like Scorchplume would fight a lion for her.

“But, then, why did you lie?” asked Fogpaw. 

Scorchplume glanced around as if making sure no one could hear before she said softly, “It’s better if I let her think I haven’t noticed what she actually wants. That way, she underestimates me. That way, I have the advantage next time we meet.” Fogpaw’s eyes were as wide and round as the moon. “So I got you out without tipping her off. I hope I wasn’t too harsh.”

“No, that’s amazing!” Fogpaw breathed. “It’s like magic! You have to teach me!” 

Scorchplume’s eyes flickered over her again, a tiny smile poking at the corners of her mouth. “It would be my pleasure,” she said. Fogpaw grinned, kneading the dirt with her paws. The spell had definitely worked. 

“Where do we start?” she asked. 

“Well-”

Snowstar’s voice boomed over the crowd. “Alright! I think it’s about time we got started!” The assembled cats hushed each other and fell quiet. 

“The first step,” Scorchplume spoke quickly and quietly, like she was giving Fogpaw an urgent secret, “is to figure out what cats want. Once you master that, you can start using it to your advantage.”

“Got it,” Fogpaw whispered back. 

“As a bit of good news to start off with,” Snowstar continued, “SkyClan welcomes a new warrior, the first of the kits to have survived Red Gut! Fernspeckle has shown himself to be a cat with a quick tongue and a quicker wit and we are beyond proud to have him among our ranks!” 

“She’s Fernspeckle’s mom,” Fogpaw whispered to Scorchplume.

Scorchplume raised a brow in interest. “Good to know.” 

When the crowd finished chanting Fernspeckle’s name, Snowstar said, “As well, Newleaf has been kind to us. Prey is flowing well and we are happy to continue sharing with our less fortunate neighbors if need be.” 

“What does Snowstar want?” Scorchplume whispered to Fogpaw. 

“Um… I don’t know.” Fogpaw shrugged. How was she supposed to be able to tell from that?

“She wants to be seen as strong and generous,” answered Scorchplume. “See the way she’s offering to help us like it makes her special? Sometimes what a cat wants is to look a certain way to other people. Remember that.” Fogpaw hummed as she nodded. This was harder than she had expected. 

“It’s most appreciated,” Orangestar said, voice wobbling tiredly. 

“Yes,” Goldenstar agreed, much firmer, “but RisingClan would like to be self-sufficient again as soon as possible. It is in that vein that I would like to propose another alliance, like the one we made for the battle of the snowstorm.” 

“Has there been another prophecy?” Snowstar asked. 

“No,” Goldenstar said, “but we have a plan.” She stood and raised her tail confidently and none of the other leaders tried to interrupt her so she continued. “It has recently come to my attention that Razor, the leader of the rogues, is interested in a one on one meeting with me. This meeting will almost certainly be a trap in which he intends to kill me, who he believes to be the Clans’ only leader. We will give him this meeting but we will spring a trap of our own instead!” 

RisingClan’s warriors and a few other Clan cats cheered in response. Scorchplume stayed silent so Fogpaw did the same. 

“And you need our help to do so,” said Flightstar as if he’d caught her trying to sneak it past him. 

“Yes,” said Goldenstar. “RisingClan alone won’t be able to stand against Razor but together we will most definitely be able to overpower him and put an end to this war.” 

“Then SkyClan will be there,” said Snowstar. “We would see this conflict put to rest for the good of every Clan.” 

“FallenClan as well,” said Flightstar with a twitch of his ear. “Where there’s a fight to be fought you will find the warriors of the deep woods.” A few FallenClan cats crowed proudly. 

“What does Flightstar want?” Scorchplume whispered again. 

“Um… is it to look a certain way?” asked Fogpaw.

“Mhm.” 

“Um… He wants to look brave?” 

“Good,” purred Scorchplume. “He wants to look brave and strong and to tell everyone that they couldn’t beat him if they tried.” 

“Huh,” Fogpaw squinted up at him. That made sense, she thought. 

“What about EarthClan?” Goldenstar asked, looking at Orangestar. “We were hoping to use the edge of your forest for the meeting spot, to help hide our warriors and provide a terrain advantage.” 

Orangestar shifted and nodded. “Yes. EarthClan will stand by you. StarClan willing, this is the final battle of this war.” 

“StarClan willing,” nodded Snowstar. 

“Excellent,” Goldenstar said. “I will reach out to you to pick the location of the ambush. After that, I’ll send for a meeting with the leaders and things will be put into motion.” She shifted her posture to something a little more open and said, “In other news, we have two new apprentices with us today, Fogpaw and Slatepaw.” 

Fogpaw jumped to her feet and stood up tall so everyone could see her. A few cats tossed glances her way. She noticed Greyvoice among them. Scorchplume’s tail swished over her back, urging her to sit, and she did. The meeting moved on. The other Clans had very little news to share and soon after, RisingClan was heading home. 

“Thanks for teaching me,” Fogpaw said as she padded with Scorchplume to join the others.

“It’s my job isn’t it?” asked her mentor.

“Yeah, but I don’t think this is part of normal warrior stuff. I knew you were special.” 

Scorchplume huffed a laugh. “Good,” she purred, “and don’t forget it.”

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

After being in complete denial about the movie for the past 2 days I want to know if you happen to have nah recommendation or some good fanfics that is either based on Harry Potter or in the Harry Potter universe I’d appreciate so much. I think I’ve been scarred by this movie completely 😬

Yes. I am always happy to share uncredited works of she-who-must-not-be-named.

Amortentia by raspberrylimonade

(1/1 I 1,113 I General I Stydia)

Potions was always terrible in the week leading up to the full moon. Scott’s already heightened sense of smell was especially sensitive during this time. All the scents and fumes, on top of the typically gunky smell of the poorly ventilated dungeons, drove his nose crazy.

Today they were brewing amortentia. It was a rather difficult potion. Half the class was over-excited and making mistakes, which meant weird smells hitting his nose from all directions.

And then there was Stiles and Lydia’s potions.

shirley temple, on the rocks by orphan_account

(1/1 I 3,006 I Teen I Sterek)

“Are you sure you’re a Gryffindor?” Derek says.

“The hat did try to put me in Slytherin,” Stiles shrugs. “But I asked for Gryffindor, so," and he drains his drink, crunching on the bits of syrupy ice at the bottom.

kickstarts again by 1001cranes

(1/1 I 3,544 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek has known Stiles was his mate since Fourth Year; Stiles keeps getting lost on the way to the Common Room - these two things may very well be related.

That Witch! by sapphireginger

(1/1 I 3,580 I Teen I Hermione/Stiles)

“Are any of your books damaged?” he asked, prepared to pay to fix them if needed.

The girl quirked a brow. “Would it matter if they were?”

Stiles nodded seriously. “Absolutely. Books are knowledge. The destruction of knowledge is blasphemous in my book. Anyone who says otherwise is a bloody fool and—”

“I’m sorry,” she said between giggles. “You’re American. I wasn’t expecting you to say ‘bloody’.”

Mischief Unleashed by Artemis_Charmed for one-fandom-became-all-fandoms (Sara36913)

(1/1 I 6,241 I Teen I Sterek)

The thing was, magic was real. And the entire school was magical. Literally. The stairs moved; statues winked. There was a room that seemed to be around when you required it. So nothing should surprise him. Except. There was a large black wolf lying in a corner, under the half moon light shining through the window.

"The Enigma: Shadows of Magic" by uronthinicepal

(2/63 I 6,512 I Mature I Sterek)

When Stiles Stilinski finds himself at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he's placed in Ravenclaw. In a world where werewolves and wizards exist in the same universe. Instead of Scott navigating his own way, he is sent to Ilvermony, the school for magic in America, to assimilate into werewolf life. Stiles is magic, he is a spark. He is sent to Hogwarts to learn and for his own safety. Join Stiles on his enigmatic journey into the world of magic, where the unexpected can become the greatest hero. Oh, and Derek's here too.

Hufflepuffs Are Awesome by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

(1/1 I 10,524 I Teen I Sterek)

"My fierce firecracker,” Stiles gasps out, between laughs, “my precious little shortfuse.”

“Shut up, Stiles,” Derek says, his voice muffled as he hides his face in his hands.

“Captain Aggro, defending my honour,” Stiles chokes out, heaving himself upright. “My champion of love.”

“If you don’t shut up,” Derek warns him, “this bed is going to be your only companion for the next month.”

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are in Hogwarts, and there are shenanigans.

Dead Faint by MaddieStilinski

(1/1 I 29,872 I Not Rated I Sterek)

A few things happened in very quick succession once the potion had left Stiles’ hand. Derek brought it up to his eyes to look at it, shook it a little and uncorked it.

It took Stiles a couple of delayed moments to notice two very important things. The first, being the iridescent colours that danced across the top when Derek shook the potion. The second, that the room had started to spin around him. From very far away, Stiles registered the calming potion in Derek’s hand, transparent where it should have been blue. Derek brought the potion to his lips.

‘Wait-‘ Stiles started. Then, the room still spinning, he collapsed in a dead faint.

Moonwalkers by twinklingpaopufruit

(68/68 I 531,781 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles had his entire Seven Years of Hogwarts all planned out:

Prank and Prank Hard. Woo Lydia Martin. Avoid detention and Potions at all cost. Have crazy fun.

Enter brooding werewolf to send this plan to the bottom of the Black Lake.

[chilly-weirdo-in-a-tomb]

*Vibrating with excitement* would you like to share opinions on tlt characters zodiac signs. Because I have so many

(Naberius is a Virgo sun Taurus rising imo)

I have a lot of opinions. Bear in mind that I am not an astrology expert and I personally consider zodiac signs simply a fun, sometimes humorous thing and not an end-all, be-all thing. I don’t know a thing about rising signs or moon signs or all that. I don’t even know my own full chart! I’m friends with a very big astrology buff and they—in all seriousness—told me I was born the wrong sign 😂. According to them, I act like a Sagittarius.

But as for my TLT zodiac opinions, I’ve included my thoughts in the tags of each poll I’ve posted. So far, my prediction have been 50/50. I’ll go into more detail about my thoughts in this post, though.

Past polls:

Gideon is an Aries. Two of my best friends are Arieses and they give off the same energy as Gideon. It’s a kind of ‘fuck you if you’re rude, fuck me if you’re hot’ energy. They don’t give a flying fuck what society thinks of them. They’re also incredibly gay. Do I also happen to fall for Aries a lot? Yeah. Am I in love with Gideon Nav? Also yes.

Harrow is a Scorpio. I’m a Scorpio and so is one of my other best friends. I identify a lot with Harrow (we have the same genre of religious trauma/Catholic guilt, as well as a shit ton of grief and loss in our lives), but honestly, I just go with vibes. Incidentally, I’m related to one of people who helped discover Pluto (the planet that rules Scorpio) which is also the Ninth house. Like, legit these bone lesbians are from Pluto. I’ve seen several posts joking about that why Harrow’s so short. Because she’s from a dwarf planet.

Palamedes is a Virgo. This is based solely on one guy I knew in high school. Dude was a walking encyclopedia and had a pair of Pikachu sunglasses. I feel like Pal would wear Pikachu sunglasses.

Camilla my love. I thought Leo. Again based on one person I knew in high school. But Tumblr at large thinks she’s a Virgo and after some thought, I agree.

The Tridentarii are either Leos or Geminis. I said this in the tags, but Leos for personality, Gemini for the meme. My friend from high school is a Leo and she is one of the most driven and determined people I have ever met (so Ianthe it hurts). But she’s also one of the biggest romantics I’ve ever met. Like romantic as in the art/literature movement. She wrote me a fucking poem hyping me up because she saw that I was going through a tough time (self image issues). She compared me to the goddess Athena and I have never been more honored. Ray of fucking sunshine is the most wonderful sense (CORONA AF).

Babs. He was a fucking asshole, but he deserved better than what he got. Taurus. Yet again, based solely on a dude I knew in high school. Voice of an angel that boy. Bust out into a rendition of “A Whole New World” on an escalator one time and no one complained because it sounded so good. But a low key asshole. Not entirely unexpected as he was a tenor. Yes I am throwing shade at tenors. Most tenors (and many sopranos) in my experience are bitchy as fuck. Naberius Tern has tenor energy. Polls ended with Leo taking the win, with Aquarius a close second.

Other:

Dulcinea. The real Dulcinea. My other love. She’s horny for revenge and I love it. Chronic illness Queen. Like, can we please talk about the representation in this series? We have all manner of queer representation, mental illness rep, and chronic illness/disability rep! I know that *spoilers* it’s actually Cytherea in GtN, but then the real Dulcie shows up to be a bad bitch in HtN and I am in love with yet another TLT character. She’s a Libra and I love her.

OUR LADY OF FUCKING PASSION. Pash. TLT’s John the Baptist (take a look at Alecto Theory 11 for more on that). Capricorn. I don’t think I know any Capricorns irl, but from what I know of them, she’s a classic Capricorn.

So yeah, those are my thoughts.

[jealousmartini]

hey bestie ! 🌜🩰 🥥 & 🦷

MY FIRST EMOJI QUESTION THINGY YAY

Home dr ver.

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🌜; what are three five specific daily quirks you’ll have to get used to in your dr?

000 :: Playing with my babies (pet bunnies) — I am so obsessed with my bunnies. I think I visualise and daydream about them as much as I do think of my s/o. My precious things I love them more than words could explain.

001 :: Styling my long curly hair — I have shortish 4c hair in this reality and for the entirety of my life I have always loved and wanted type 3 curly hair. Not only is it easier to style but oh my gosh the curls are just so gorgeous I love it. I personally like having a mixture of curls too so like loose-ish curls (3b and 3c) mixed with tight ringlets (4a)

002 :: Always having my favourite food available — Now now people don't get me wrong. I do get fed quite well in this reality. But my house is an ingredients household and we usually eat what my mum either likes to eat or what is Jamaican cuisine; not really to my taste. So I really eat what I love like every full moon😭

003 :: My own art — I have many many art styles I want to draw in, in my mind but I frequently struggle with putting on paper/screen. I also have a bunch of oc ideas just stacked up in my brain. It's going to be so amazing drawing and seeing all the art I've already made in my dr

004 :: Seeing my s/o — Oh my gosh it's gonna be so freaky seeing him in person. I don't know what else to say about this dude. I mean I think about him all the time, I've been feeling seriously connected to him over time and I feel like I'm getting closer to shifting but I also kind of feel homesick whilst I'm in this reality thinking of him.

🩰; you’re stressed in your dr. what’s likely stressing you out? and how do you cope/feel better?

000 :: What's making me stressed? — Probably college work

001 :: How to cope? — Food, bunnies, TV, and Ricky. My absolute go-tos to visualise that never fail to bring me peace. I'm so excited to finally experience them.

🥥; list three specific smells from your dr and explain them.

000 :: My room — All of my clothes and bed sheets smell like fresh cotton and baby powder, so like basically Nothingness. (Baby powder is oddly soothing to me shush😓) I also always have my window open slightly to let in fresh air, and the gentle breeze usually picks up the lightest scent from my unlit candles and my lavender and vanilla soaps around the room giving it a faint gentle sweet, lavender, fruitiness to it. Not too much to be sickly but enough to make you sleepy, relaxed and at ease. It smells like home, it smells familiar.

001 :: UM IDK ILL THINK OF MORE LATER

002 :: n/a

🦷; list three dr-specific skills you plan to learn in your dr and how you’ll learn them.

000 :: Vogue dancing. That's all I've got for now

001 :: n/a

002 :: n/a

[arlerts-angel]

—"out of all the apples in the orchard, i'd pick you"

a/n: my submission for @postwarlevi's under the harvest moon collab! ♡ armin x gn!reader go on an apple picking date + mini moodboards! photos are not mine but were edited by me ༘⋆ this is sfw!

contains: armin x gn!reader, established relationship, modern au! reader does not have gendered pronouns and there is no description of reader. nicknames used (beautiful, angel)

"good morning, angel." armin says sleepily, stirring in bed next to you. it's the first weekend of fall, the season you anticipate the most with each passing year. the temperature starts to drop, the leaves change colour, and the farmer's market is open to the public. "good morning, my love." you reply, smiling at him. he rises from the bed to stretch, standing in his pajama pants. his messy blonde hair falls over his eyes.

"i have something planned for us today. the faster we get ready to go, the better." he says sweetly, tussling his hair. "i think you'll like it... i hope so, anyways." he says with a hint of nervousness in his voice. you sit up in bed and extend your arm out to him as a reassuring gesture. "oh, 'min! you know i love and appreciate everything you do for me." you smile lovingly at him. he smiles back and nods.

you finish getting ready for armin's surprise date and meet him at the front door of your apartment. he stands patiently waiting for you, keys in his hand. "you look beautiful, angel. you always do. i'm so lucky that you're mine. all mine." he says to you as you approach him, smiling like a kid in a candy store. "thank you, love. i will always feel the same way about you." you reply as you take his hand in yours.

after a quick car ride to a couple of towns over, you arrive to a open field full of apple trees. the leaves are green, some orange and red like the apples that grow from them. there's people galore congregating and children running around playing tag.

"armin! how'd you find this place?!" you ask excitedly. "luck, i guess?" he replies nonchalantly, chuckling softly. "you mentioned wanting to try apple picking once a few months ago, and i got an ad the other day that this place was opening soon so i booked us a little staycation." he smiles at you.

"you're so thoughtful, 'min." you grab his hands and squeeze lovingly. "thank you. i am so excited! c'mon!! let's go get a basket!" you exclaim, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards a booth at the front entrance of the orchard.

you and armin walk hand-in-hand through aisles and aisles of apple trees; fuji, gala, golden delicious, honeycrisp, and more for what feels like hours. with a full basket of apples, you both decide to call it a day and head to the air bnb he rented for the weekend. "that was so much fun! i can't wait to eat all of these apples! we can do so much with them!" you say happily. "i had a great time. i always do with you, my beautiful angel." he replies, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it softly. "you are the apple of my eye, after all." he chuckles to himself. "pun intended."

you nudge him and roll your eyes playfully. "i'm surprised you waited this long to crack some dad jokes." he laughs softly at your comment. "in all seriousness, though, out of all the apples in the orchard, i'd pick you." he smiles and kisses your cheek.

[elonaswrath]

‼️‼️‼️‼️WARNING SPOILERS FOR TAZ THE SUFFERING GAMES GRAPHIC NOVEL ‼️‼️‼️‼️

okay i have so many thoughts. first of all i think that removing some of the minor characters like the head from the arc worked well. However, the removal of the countering adventuring party in wonderland was not a welcome change for me. The lack of a foil through out the game made it feel hollow and lacking substance. In fact the whole gn felt very rushed. Nothing really seemed to get a moment to breathe because they had to rush to the reveals about IPRE (more on this later). I think one of the cardinal sins of the novel however is showing us characters like Lup too soon. What made the stolen century and the lead up to story and song so good was the fact that we did not know anything about the characters but instead that we learned about them as they grew. One of the most powerful moments of balance was the reveal of davenport and the unfurling of the mystery of the seven birds, but here it just happens. Like there is no mystery there is nothing but the mystery being solved. Taako’s line of “You took half my heart” means so much more when we see what Lup meant to him. The stolen century gives so much more power to things like that, but here because we needed a clean ending they just had those things happen. ALSO ABOUT LUP I CANNOT STAND THAT THEY SHOWED THE BEST DAY EVER!! Like it’s a fun easter egg if you have listened to balance but by putting it there devoid of context it has no weight and I feel flops on its face. This really feels like it’s living in the shadow of stolen century, almost like Across the Spiderverse being a part one.

I am genuinely baffled however by the treatment of wonderland. Because so much of the story is weighted towards the events after wonderland we lose so much of what made this arc special. It seriously felt like nothing from wonderland could breathe because they needed to explore the moon and the secrets on it. This led to some of the worst changes in my opinion. We lost some of my favorite lore in the series when the final wheel spins are cut. I think Magnus taking all of the punishments on the last wheel, spinning without caring what it will cost him is some of the best of the series and it’s just gone here.

My biggest complaint however is the focus that is paid to specific moments and not paid to others. I think that no healing in wonderland deserved a full page if not a two page spread as it is one of the best moments in the series. Also, arms outstretched felt so jumbled and lost in the chaos of the page. I would have loved a two page spread of them reaching for one another. I realize it means more to us knowing that it drastically changed the narrative and that it took all three of thb to do it but still I think that could have been so emotionally resonant. I think the book could have taken itself more seriously as a piece of emotional media. What made TSG and SC so good was the emotional depth we finally saw. Wonderland was supposed to suck because losing things should mean something. I wanted to see the characters breathe and be affected but there was too much ground to cover.

Let me also say I think Carey absolutely killed the illustration work and there was so much good in the graphic novel. I just have a special place in my heart for this story and I understand this review seems mostly negative. I say these things not because I hate the work but rather because I think it pertinent to discuss why some things did not land with me. I loved the majority of it. Seeing this arc come to life and having moments like Dupree appearing were so fun but also there is so much room for potential improvements. I give the novel a solid 7.5/10 on a first read. I think it’s definitely one of the weaker entries so far but I am so excited for Stolen Century. I hope that they give the next novel more time to develop. If that means waiting longer so we can get more brilliant art from Carey I am so good with that. My one hope is that we see more of the characters emerge in the next gn because this felt very story driven and not very character driven. And it is in the end the characters that I love. The story worked as means to build the characters and I think we need to see more of that.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Trunk

@wolfstarmicrofic September 30, word count 910

Final part, guys. Thank you to everyone who continued to read this ridiculously long series. I am not done with it yet, though, there is so much I wanted to put in that I couldn't, so it will eventually be made into an expanded fic. I don't know when, but I have added it to my list. Thank you again for reading. Love you all. Lulu xxx

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Word got out quickly that Voldemort was dead and his reign of terror was over. The death eaters were quietly arrested and sent to Azkaban, thanks to the memories taken from Peter and a few, Regulus added. Regulus was given a full pardon due to his major part in taking Voldemort down, and Orion divorced Walburga as quickly as the courts would allow. So overall, everything was good once again. 

He leant over the parchment and signed his name beside his father's with the blood quill. He felt a nip on his finger as the blood was drawn out into the quill’s nib. He stood back and handed the quill to Regulus, who copied Sirius’s action, wincing when the quill took his blood. The signatures flashed gold as the magic took hold, and Sirius and Regulus were both officially heirs of The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. 

It had been Sirius’s idea. He wasn’t ready to give up the pack just yet, if ever, and Regulus had always wanted the Lordship more than Sirius had. So the only course of action was to name them both; that way, they were equal, and while it wouldn't stop their fighting entirely, it would make it a fairer fight. It was when they travelled back to the Summer House that Sirius had another brilliant idea. He asked his father’s permission, and Orion gave it almost instantly. 

He left the Summer house to go run everything by Remus, promising to visit soon, as Rorbey pressed a huge basket of goodies into his hands and an equally large one into Regulus’s, who was preparing to move into Potter Manor with James.

“Rorbey be putting Flitsy’s favourite bubble bath in master Regulus so’s you can get on her good side,” Rorbey said, pointing at the glass bottle full of purple sparkling liquid. 

“Thank you, Rorbey,” Regulus said, wishing them well and apparating to where James was waiting for him. 

“Don’t be a stranger, son,” Orion said, pulling Sirius into a one-armed hug. 

“You either, just maybe keep an eye on when the full moon is, yeah. Don’t want you coming face to face with Moony or me,” He barked out a laugh. Orion nodded seriously.

“See you later, Rorbey. Thanks for everything,” He said, bending the best he could to hug the little elf that had saved him and Regulus. 

“Rorbey will pop in when he can,” Rorbey assured him, and Sirius left, returning to the camp. 

“Are you certain he doesn’t mind?” Remus asked again as they packed the camp away. “I don’t mind staying here. It’s quite nice, really,” He glanced around their little camp fondly. 

“Yeah, it’s great now, but you just wait until the snow comes, then it won’t be as nice, will it? Especially those who don’t have tents,” He said, gesturing to the only tent in the camp, which was theirs. 

“Yeah, alright then,” Remus gave in. 

“Are we ready chaps? Our new home awaits. Dibs on the master suite,” Marcus flung an arm over their shoulders, grinning. He seemed to be the most excited by Sirius’s idea, the others were still wary. 

“You can fuck right off,” Sirius growled, his seconds voice colouring his normal voice. Marcus let them go and took a step back. 

“We’ve already claimed that one,” Remus grinned. 

“Yeah, you can have Mother’s old room,” Sirius said, trying to keep a straight face. “The bed may try to kill you though, I don’t know what curses she might have put on it,” Marcus paled. 

“Maybe I’ll find one of the other rooms a better fit,” He said, forcing a quick smile on his face before heading over to help one of the other wolves close the heavy lid of the overflowing trunk they were struggling with. It was amazing how much stuff the pack had collected over the few months they’d been there. 

“We can always come back,” He reassured Remus, carrying on with the conversation Marcus had interrupted.

“Yeah,” Remus said sadly, waving his wand, the tent packing itself into a threadbare bag. “Maybe in the summer,”

“The house has that huge wood out the back, and we can ward everything so much better there with the property boundaries than we ever could here,” Sirius took his hand, ready to apparate. “I love you, you know,” He said, kissing Remus’s cheek. 

“I love you too,” Remus said back, kissing him properly. They summoned all their belongings and apparated to one of the unused Black properties high in the Yorkshire Dales. His parents had never used it, preferring Grimmauld Place, the Summer House and the château in southern France over all the other properties in the Black family's vast collection. 

A cold wind was blowing across the grounds, but already there were pack members racing around the lawns or exploring the many forest trails. Together, Sirius and Remus walked up the stone steps into the Manor House, their new home, the pack's new home. They would be safe there and could change with the moon without having to leave the property. Not that any of the pack were confined to the property, they could come and go as they pleased, it was more of a safe haven. 

As they climbed the stairs to find their new bedroom, Sirius looked out of the tall window and viewed the beautiful scenery beyond. This was their next big adventure, and he couldn’t wait to start it. 

[pomefioredove]

Tbh I was reading the matchup info and now I have an idea for a fic 😂😂😂

But Seriously I really love your writings. I've been having a shitty time and when I read your stuff it gets better and mellows me out ❤️

Personality wise: I can be pretty calm, but I also have my exciting/ manic moments. Like cleaning my room at 3am (cries in bd sleeping schedule). People say I'm nice, and have a good energy. But if someone pushes me (metaphorically) I will push back. I can be petty if I get fed up enough. I get depressed easily and sometimes have trouble expressing myself. Which is weird because I kind of am the therapist friend. I don't talk about my feelings or self often. Sometimes I scare my friends unintentionally, like dropping random tidbits of my life that might sound or be a little traumatic. (I.e. that reminds me of the time my mom told me she would beat my ass if I cleaned her room wring again.) I can be pretty lazy, I sleep A LOT. I am a feminist, who is pretty used to red flags in people.

Interests/ Hobbies: I love reading and trying new art stuff. I am an English major and like learning about the dirty and scary sides of History. My favorite books to read right now are classical literature and disturbing horror books. Art wise I've been trying to get into air dry sculptures. I love to crochet. And when I feel like it I can cook and bake. Sometimes I roller skate, like once in a blue moon. I have trouble with homework sometimes, I can get really distracted. When I'm really tired I won't eat. I have body issues too (thanks mom 🥲). I used to be a vegetarian for almost 10 years. I stopped a couple years ago.

Relationship wise: I like people who are competent. Like, someone who knows their way around the house or are willing to learn. I like feminists. I don't like people who yell at me. When I get into a relationship, love bombing and honeymoon phase stuff kinda turn me off ngl. (Like why r you so free on a regular Tuesday afternoon. I give you butterflies? Digest them, want some pesto bismol? Here.) Ngl, it's like why should I have to come back from a full day of work/school and clean up after you and/or make dinner.

Lifestyle wise: No lie I have depression and anxiety and it can get pretty bad. There are times where I can't take care of myself as well as I wish. I will cry, if someone makes fun of me for it. I try to keep my area clean, when I get back from work/school I clean up a little then crash. I try to deep clean on weekends if I'm not swamped from school.

Specifics: No first or second years pls

Ty 💖💖💖

I match you with 𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

The First Impression:

One might assume that the first thing Vil notices in a person is their style, or their physical features, or even their body language.

Not really.

Vil absolutely judges people based on their competency, their skill, their dedication to themselves and their passions. And he can absolutely see that in you.

Why He Fell:

What initially attracts Vil is the challenge. He's always looking for new potential, and he can tell that you're both skilled and committed enough to meet his standards- but there's something holding you back. You're quite different from his past potatoes, and he's more than capable of taking a different approach to your case, one without the need for harshness.

Vil isn't one to pry, though he's able to piece together your situation from the random tidbits you drop on him, and soon, his pet project becomes more of a mission. Can't take care of yourself right now? That's fine, he'll do it for you. He'll find a way to create a perfectly manageable routine, fix your sleep schedule, help you with homework, and slowly ease you into a healthier lifestyle with him by your side.

Though he'd never admit it, Vil really likes the feeling of being needed, not just wanted. And, in time, he finds himself needing you and your company just as much.

The Relationship:

You cannot get more competent than Vil Schoenheit. Experience or not, he's a master at navigating relationships, and is more than willing to help you in that regard, as well. He's there at your best and worst, as you are for him- Vil considers the partnership very equal, and would never in a million years dream of upsetting that balance.

(Quite honestly, Vil doesn't want to be treated like an incompetent manchild who can't do anything for himself and he's glad you're on the same page)

He very much appreciates and admires your skillset, interest in learning new things, and your dedication to your passions (one isn't just vegetarian for ten years without some commitment, after all), and sees you as compatible in that regard.

It's a very mature and balanced relationship, one in which you don't even have to imagine him lovebombing or taking you for granted or acting childish. He certainly has his moments, but such is being human.

[balsamsorrel]

Always With You

The first time he carried her in his arms, her body was limp against his. Her eyes were closed, face swollen, blood streaked down her nose and her feet that hung in air dripping blood along the way he walked with her. Angst, fear, worry,anger grabbed his heart. In his arms, the petite figure of Maomao, who lay unconscious, her breathing a little weaker had no idea the storm inside Jinshi's heart.

"Ouch! That hurt"

The angry pout in his face was evident. While Maomao help her forehead which now ached a bit from the headbutt of Jinshi. Once again he was carrying her in his arms, bridal style. But she was well awake this time. Not only was she awake she was in this gorgeous pink skirt and a beautiful top. They fit her perfectly accentuating her figure . The top only covered her chest so her waist and stomach was bare. It was a full moon night and the shine of moonlight lit up her pale skin. She was looking dropdead gorgeous and Jinshi of course was pretty much moved her. The moment when her step slipped and Jinshi grabbed her by the waist, the contact with her bare skin sent tingles through his body. But panic grabbed his hurt. "What if she fell?" "What if I weren't here?" Not to mention the stitch of her wound had opened up again. All in all our nymph like Jinshi was pretty worried to get drunk in the beauty of his dear Maomao in the moonlit night. But surely he was affected in a fair amount.

And now he was caring her. She was injured yea..but this wasn't anything like the last time. Maomao looked so cheery when she joked about the ox bezoar, she was talking, she was in full consciousness. Her body wasn't limp against his.

"What if someone sees us like this Jinshi sama" She asked him

"It's too dark besides it's not the first time"The first time was a nightmare to him.

He could feel her warmth radiating into his body as he held her closer.

" Uhh Jinshi sama-" she was was cut off when he brought his face dangerously close to her their noses almost touching,

" Don't be so reckless" his voice sounded deeper than before. His face looked serious. She didn't want to admit nor believe it herself but it was evident he cared.

"Been so long like this" Jinshi smirked Maomao swinging her off her feet in bridal style "It's late..you need to sleep" She spoke with annoyance but with a hint of flushedness in her voice "So do you" his smirk just became more prominent. He looked straight into Maomao's eyes but Maomao kinda struggled to keep her straight face unlike usual. "I am of lowly birth, it doesn't suit you-" before she could finish the rest Jinshi pinned her down on the couch, caging her while still holding her and this time their foreheads touched as Jinshi whispered in a deep voice " Do not say that. How many times have I told you not to say like that" his voice sounded dangerously serious. "But Jinshi sama" Maomao even being her flinched a bit but still maintained her composure

"It's Zuigetsu" He spoke louder this time but just as deeply. He lifted up her chin,his touch ever so gentle and brushed her cheek with his thumb. His expression oftened while Maomao's face had now lost the previous composure, her eyes were widened her breath hitched.

"I have said this before and I will say this again. I will make you my wife Maomao. You will be my wife, my one and only wife. No one can ever take me away from you" He spoke in a voice that claimed his determination and seriousness.

"Why is he so stupid" Maomao sighed in her head.

"Uhh-uhh Jinsh- Zu-Zuigetsu-sama.." She stuttered. It was difficult even for her to maintain her plain composure now. Afterall it hasn't even been a day that they got married. "I can walk" She spoke, "I know" Her now husband said with a proud grin on his face. Now carrying her in his arms to the bed. After he let her down on the bed, he took her hand. "You're here Maomao you're really here" He spoke his voice low but there was relief and excitement in his tone..Maomao looked at him, it still felt unbelievable. But what was more unbelievable was his beauty, his face shone in the silver moonlight, his eyes glistened. He looked nothing less than a heavenly nymph. "You are so beautiful" she whispered. Her hand had come to rest on his cheek. Jinshi laughed. "I never imagined YOU would say that"

"Yea well I am just stating facts you know"

"Sure thing dear"

"Where did that come from" She widened her eyes

"I love you so much afterall"

Maomao hung down her head. This was going to be difficult. She could already feel her ears burning up and her heart racing.

"I love you too" She whispered

The next thing she knew she was in Jinshi's tightest embrace.

[5threquiem]

where's the champagne!? happy opening gang! i'm gloss ( s/h, 25+ ) and i've brought kim seunghan with me to fill in for the 2019 white knight ( nxg1 ) canon! your muses will probably remember him as that solemn, cutthroat high achiever with severe mommy issues back during his initiate days, and i am sad to report that he has only gotten worse since his father's diagnosis! as usual, i've got a longform thesis of him under the cut because me and being concise is a mutually exclusive venn diagram, but please hit that LIKE button and i'll come 🏃‍♀️! btw to avoid the shadowban please add me on d*sc if you have it @/kkwngs!

he's a cutthroat ( capricorn sun ) onion-layered dude ( cancer moon ) that is a lot more than meets the eye ( scorpio rising )

the way the story goes, his father left his previous wife and kid when his mother was pregnant with him out of wedlock! his mother's ability to secure that ring at all cost saves seunghan from a life as the bastard son and he's forever indebted to his mother for it

the way his mother tells the story, she did it all so that she could give him a better life! loves his mother to bits because she always has his best interest in heart 💞 ok jokes up the real tea is that seunghan is so deeply under his mother's hold and is so blinded that he doesn't realise she's using him as a tool to guarantee her primary goal in life: to get rich and stay rich

it's a recurring theme in his bio, but whenever seunghan starts gaining personhood ( no he doesn't want to go to night school when he's still 7. yes he wants to be a professional swimmer because he loves to swim ) his mom pulls out some plot twist and/or guilt trips him back into remaining firmly under her control and in the end, he always concedes that he's in the wrong or hasn't been mindful of his poor 'bad good mother' and relinquishes said personhood

she pushes him very hard to be a stellar well-rounded student and the most obvious thing she uses to motivate him is the threat of his older half-brother gaining his father's love again and him and his mom being thrown out on the streets basically! of course, being robbed of his personhood + being threatened to lose everything he ever loved is the same energy as pinning all the world's debt onto one guy and killing him if that gives you a glimpse of the ungodly levels of raw, unadulterated hate he holds for his brother

but moving on because no one asked! all the hard work paid off and he eventually got into snu post-military service and became vice capt of the swim team thanks to his reputation and talent in that realm, also got scouted for the club!? tbh bro already knew about the club because his mother is basically obsessed with his older half-brother and wants seunghan to one up him in literally every aspect of life, so when she heard he was in the club naturally she told seunghan that if his older half-brother makes it in and he doesn't they might as well pack up for the streets

which means that seunghan took his initiate days very seriously! very girl you're killing it! girl it's not moving anymore! girl you can stop biting! type vibe so i'm sure some of the initiates thought he was weird but his introverted ass doesn't care and was happy to be amongst the like-minded people like his trio

then of course hyungseo dies 😩 honestly seunghan was really close to hyungseo and held a deep respect and care for the kid, so when he died, something died in seunghan that day too... genuinely has some significant survivor's guilt and he became a lot more brooding / less playful! also quit swimming which was his one release and frankly lost the motivation to continue with the club but his body was basically dragged through the rest of the year by his mom, so!

nothing overly exciting since, bro just stopped living and entered full 'tool' mode, mother asks him to jump and he'll say how high! once he graduated, he got into a pretty solid position in his father's company for an entry level ( thank you nepotism ) and fast tracked his way up! also picked up a part-time mba last year!

despite his father being relatively absent in his life, seunghan was again pretty gutted when he learnt of his father's diagnosis, but the pressure of what's to come ( i.e. the battle for inheritance which he's essentially been gearing up for his entire life and the reason why his mom he pushed himself as hard as she did was for this exact moment ) kind of took his mind off his father's diagnosis! but really this entire process as thrown him back to his days as an initiate which was one of the most brutal moments of his life ( also why does someone always have to be dying??? )

got promoted to director of corporate strategy after his mother tries to curry favour with his dad but yeah! now he's here! emotionally constipated and severely overworked, but he's here!

this might be long to you but this is one of the only intros where i tried really hard to be concise and wildly enough it is shorter than most so ! give me my cookie! anyway rah rah rah stop yapping onto the plots!

honestly i feel like a lot of the plots i want are pretty canon dependent but i would definitely love to explore 2019 more! what happened when they were chessmasters? maybe a friends turned to enemies plotline because you guys got a little too competitive and neither wanted to budge

i also feel like seunghan definitely could have dated one of the chessmasters sometime between 2017-2019! maybe just based on being club members, they fooled around then things got more serious but seunghan's mom is very present in his life and dating a mama's boy is fr diabolical work so things ended naturally or maybe even having seunghan's competitiveness and ruthlessness in 2019 becoming the last straw?

less related to the club and more related to just uni life but i'd love for someone to be on pretty alright terms with seunghan, probably you could respect his drive and competitiveness and even found it funny because you weren't really at the receiving end, but then maybe you're doing the same degree or signed up for the same role in the same club and shit went haywire? or even the opposite where you didn't really know each other in the club but steered clear of each other, but after being forced to work together somehow you realised that he's not a bad dude? like he's got a couple of layers to him that aren't too bad once you peel them away! bro can smile? who woulda thunk it!

or maybe you were part of the same friend group but you didn't vibe with him particularly not that you ever said it aloud? could even date back to high school and maybe you're annoyed that bro is in the club now even though most saw it coming! would also be fun if there's some secret sabotage going on!

seunghan's the type that keeps like 1-2 friends and everyone else is considered networking but i'd love for him to have a few friends he can actually drop his shoulders and relax around! seunghan might look very prickly and unapproachable at first glance, but he's actually a really loyal friend if you peel him back a little!

he hasn't kept in contact with many people other than his 1-2 friends since graduating but maybe! you're someone he can't shake for whatever reason? either through work relations or even because of something else entirely!

also if you ever disliked hyungseo and were kind of callous with his death best believe seunghan would have treated you like public enemy no 1 so anyone whose muse is of this sentiment please hmu

sneakily sliding in the fwb here but i feel like seunghan would have had some throughout his entire time in the club! maybe things cooled after graduation but now that you're all tied together by hyungseo in 2024, memories of the good ol days have got you kicking things back up!

[generational-atrophy]

hi! could i have general relationship + crushing hcs of america, australia, india and canada w/ a tropical country! reader?

(America, Canada, Australia, and India X Reader) Tropical Country S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N india doesnt have a canon name so i looked at ones ppl have suggested n used that?? If its . offensive let me know i am not . educated on indian culture ): anyway cool req!!!!

Trigger Warning: It's not fluffy but there's no real trigger warnings i think, so...

Surprisingly, Alfred would be pretty resistant to dating another nation… at least, before he met you. He’s never had real good relations with any country, and he wouldn’t want to mess up another relationship because of politics. It’s just business anyway, right? At least, that’s what he thought before you took his breath away.

Unfortunately, he does have a pretty American attitude about your country. He absolutely loves visiting, but he never stays for too long. During the summer months, you’ll see him a couple of times a month, but during the winter, he practically lives in your home. Like a street cat who wanders in whenever he needs an escape from the rest of the world. 

But if you ever need an escape too, he’s perfectly happy to be that for you. You two, despite both being nations, have had very different lives. He knows he’ll never be able to truly understand the struggles you face. But he is always willing to run to your aid, holding your hand tightly while you sit on the beach, venting about your struggles. 

But being able to run to you is one of his favourite things about dating you. When he’s with you, he’s got a perfect excuse to cut off everything around him, just basking in how much he loves being with you. But then he gets bored. And he wants to go on hikes to see all your pretty scenery. Hope you like sweating!

Matthew was… nervous to start dating another nation. Anytime he spends any time with another nation, it always turns sour. Whether that be subtle insults, an argument, or him being talked over. But, when he realises you’re a little nation, he feels a lot better. You’ve been talked over a lot too, haven’t you? Yeah, well, no more of that for either of you. He’ll make sure.

You may have a shared history of being dismissed, but he is still pretty different from you. Reason number one, he hates tropical environments. If it gets any hotter than like… 26 degrees, he’s on the verge of passing out. But then he doesn’t even tell you about it! So you end up having to practically drag him back into the air-conditioned car. All while he’s blubbering like, “I’M SORRY! I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!”

He does absolutely adore your country, though. One of his favourite things to do is just lay his head in your lap while you tell him stories about your long life, and he can’t stop thinking about how different your lives have gone. But it just makes him fall more in love. Fate shouldn’t have brought the two of you together, but it did! And now he can’t let go… even if you might melt him.

You bring out a very different side to him, too. While he normally can’t even get a single word out against other nations, he’s always standing up for you. You’re hot and he’s cold, you’re small and he’s big, it means you have to take care of each other! He takes that duty very seriously.

Unlike a lot of other nations, Liam is pretty happy you’re a nation too. Most people find him a little bit too… much… but if you work together, you’ll get to know that he’s not always so overwhelming! Plus, no awkward conversation about the fact that he’s like, 200 years old and was never born.

He loves your nation too! It’s a lot like his, hot, full of bugs, and most of it is not easily inhabitable. The only difference is that your place is a lot prettier. At least, on average. Either way, he’s over the moon about getting to know your country. And even more excited to share his with you! It’s like you’re naturally matching.

That’s for sure one of his favourite things about you. Both being island nations (for the most part,) you surely have a lot of similar skills and hobbies. That means he doesn’t have to teach you anything, you two just get to improve together, no struggle along the way. And when he sees your pretty skin, set in the perfect light of the sunset, he always thinks to himself about how much he appreciates you; how you make him better, just by your presence.

Aditya is always surprised by how much he loves you. For a long time, he’s done everything he could to keep away from the other nations. Hard to trust, you know? But with you… he doesn’t mind. Somehow, both of your statuses have become a benefit rather than their usual liability. After all, no one could understand the struggle of immortality quite like another immortal. You make him feel very… safe.

Usually being classified as a tropical country himself, he really doesn’t mind your climate either. Your home feels just like his home (like it was meant to be!) So he can’t help getting a little nosy when it comes to learning about your culture. I mean, you two are similar in a lot of ways, so he’s got to figure out how you’re different, right? Otherwise, you might be related… what?! He’s just being careful!

No, but seriously, he adores how alike you two are. On a global scale, he struggles to keep up with his nation’s changing identity. He’s never really known his place. But you can relate, can’t you? Your thoughts and feelings always being seen as secondary, he’s sick of it. But being able to talk about it with you, makes it a little better. In fact, you end up making a lot of things better. It’s hard for him to think of you as anything other than perfect, and he couldn’t be happier.

[dcbbw]

Commoner

Before anyone gets super excited that I have finally written and posted a full-fledged fic, please be aware that this is a Savannah Walker story, and there isn’t a main LI or primary character in sight. And no happy ending guaranteed.

Yeah, sounds risky A.F. for a romance reader, but it’s a take on what leads to her circumstances pre-social season (a story we don’t know a lot about), and bonus for me: I get to explore a facet of my head canon of Leo x Savannah (Lavannah).

I may be the only person currently in this fandom with this ship in her head. Seriously.

This story was born of a long-standing head canon, and the song inspiration (original version but used the sad and acoustic version for this fic); lyrics are also taken from the song inspo.

IF you read this, THANK YOU! Your likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated more than you realize. Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this story as 99% error-free.

To all those who read over this story in its various variations and renditions, THANK YOU! Your feedback, ideas, and encouragement were invaluable (as always).

Thanks to @choicesflashfics for their Week 61 prompt #2, which will appear in bold.

This post will be broken into two parts (WORD.COUNT.)

Part 2 here

Song Inspo: Strangers (sad and acoustic version), Kenya Grace

Pairing(s): Savannah Walker x Leo Rys; Savannah Walker x Bertrand Beaumont

Word Count: 2,493

Rating: M for Mature themes

The car smells of rich leather mixed with pheromones and sweat, as it always does when we’re together. It’s a deeply masculine aroma that I will forever associate with him. The fingers of one of my hands tangle in his hair, the other hand is splayed against his back, my fingernails digging into his skin. I let out a soft gasp as his teeth scrape against my neck; I feel my head fall back further against the car’s seat.

The moon roof is open and the Cordornian night sky is a ribbon of black silk, the twinkling stars a scatter of white. I feel I should close my eyes, let scent and touch bask in this moment but I want to see. I want the most insignificant details of this night imprinted upon my brain because no matter how often these trysts occur, they are still too infrequent.

It always ends the same When it was me and you

I hadn’t expected to see him tonight. When I saw him earlier, he looked harried. Busy.

Uninterested.

I walk down the hall of the West Wing of the Palace, standing straight and tall with my shoulders back. Just as I was taught. I’m not supposed to be here; the West Wing is for the royal family. I am neither. Rather, I am an orphaned commoner, a ward of the Crown due to the most devastating circumstances.

I see the Crown Prince and feel the familiar butterflies. My breath hitches and I stumble a bit in my heels because my legs suddenly can’t support my weight. The way this man makes me feel … it is nothing as mere as a crush, nor is it infatuation. It’s love.

First love.

He wears a white oxford shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders. The top buttons undone give me a glimpse of his neck, throat, and a few errant chest hairs. His shirtsleeves are neatly rolled to his elbows, and I swear I can see the soft down of hair that covers his forearms. He is surrounded by staff … as usual. One hand holds stacks of paper; the other a pen. Even from our still considerable distance, I can hear the group’s murmurs, and see the furrow of his brow and the frown on his lips as he peruses a document. I see him decisively shake his head ever so slightly before handing the paper back to his assistant. He then leans over to whisper in the secretary’s ear before he breaks away from the large group.

He is heading my way, but I know he is unaware I am here. I can tell by the way he walks, the slight clench of his hand. When he gets closer, I drop into a low curtsy. “Your Royal Highness,” I greet in a low voice.

His eyes glance my way, but he doesn’t see me. He acknowledges my salutation with a distant nod as he fishes his phone from his pocket, dialing a number by heart. I don’t hear his words as he speaks into his mobile, but I know he’s talking to her. Even though all of Cordonia knows he doesn’t love her, my heart still breaks a little.

That night while the hour is still young despite the full moon in the now-darkened sky, I am ready for sleep. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and I’m wearing a pink babydoll nightgown. I am climbing into bed when my phone rings.

“Meet me in the garage. The Aston Martin.”

He hangs up, not waiting for my response. We both know it’s in the affirmative.

My nightgown is still bunched around my neck; the side of his thumb idly strums against one of my nipples. The Crown Prince of Cordonia lays atop me as we share a fevered kiss. His tongue in my mouth feels firm, assertive, yet so soft as it rolls against mine. Our hips are still pressed together as his now-limp manhood slips from my center.

He ends the kiss slowly, his lips lingering over mine before pulling away completely. He awkwardly climbs off me and I scoot into a corner of the back seat before sitting up and pulling down my nightgown. I thrust my arm downward to the car’s floor to retrieve my underwear. Leo remains shirtless as he struggles to pull up his boxer briefs and pants. 

We always have sex in the backseat of one of the many cars belonging to the royal family. We cannot chance being caught in either of our rooms; those spaces are off-limits to both of us. Crown properties, hotel rooms …  either here or in neighboring duchies and countries … are a risk he isn’t willing to chance. There’s staff, security, paparazzi everywhere.

Reputations are at stake.

We position and maneuver ourselves so we are stretched out on the backseat, his arm draped around my side and my head on his chest. His heartbeat fills my ear as we cuddle and talk.

This is my favorite part. Yes, a physical attraction is important, but an emotional bond and mental connection is paramount. I may only be 18, but I’m an old soul.

We'll get in your car and you'll lean to kiss me We'll talk for hours and lie on the backseat

We lay quietly, our breathing becoming even and our heart rates slowing. I hear the spring breeze above us rustle tree leaves, and crickets chirping. Leo exhales a long breath that blows through my hair before speaking.

“You’ll be going to Ramsford next week.” His statement rumbles from his chest to my ear.

My nose scrunches in confusion. Ramsford? “Why?”

“You successfully completed your mandatory education six months ago. Now it’s time for you to learn the ways of Court: etiquette, societal norms, lineage of the various families … stuff that only the bluebloods care about. Bertrand has agreed to tutor you for one month.”

I bite my lip. Once upon a time, being recognized as an aristocratic member of Cordonian society had been my only goal. To wear a silk gown, with tendrils of my hair falling in soft curls against my cheek while being announced as Lady Savannah Walker would have been a dream come true.

Not anymore.

Now, I just want to be Leo’s wife one day.

“No!” I respond petulantly. “I don’t want to go.”

He pulls me closer to him, if that’s even possible. “Hey,” he says gently, “even the nobles have to do it. It’s a rite of passage into Court.” Silence before he asks quietly, "It's what you’ve always wanted, right?”

“Not anymore,” I protest as I bury my face into his chest.

He continues as if I had never spoken.

“It’s for the best. You’ll learn our ways and find a nobleman to marry you and make you a Lady.” He pauses; when he speaks again, contrition laces his tone. “That didn’t come out right, but you know what I mean. AND you need to network. Get yourself an ally … an advocate; Drake has Liam. You need someone as well.”

“I have you …”

“I leave in three days for the Mediterranean cruise; two weeks after that, it’s Coronation. Six weeks later, the wedding. Whatever I am able to do for you as Crown Prince changes once I become King.”

His words slice me apart as he speaks them in a flat, matter-of-fact tone. And that is when I conclude this love is one-sided.

“I see,” I reply coolly as I pull away, signaling I am ready to leave.

Leo doesn’t release me. “Don’t put all the blame on me.”

“I’m not,” I lie as I avert my eyes from his gaze.

His eyes close briefly before they re-open. Even in the dark shadows of the automobile, they are intensely blue, like flames of gas.

“I’m 27 years old, and the last decision I made for myself by myself was when I was five years old! There are so many things I want to do, things I have never done! And I never will, all because of station and status.”

His head falls, his breath catches in his throat. “You want nothing more than this life you think I’m living, and I want nothing more than to leave it.”

“NOT ANYMORE!” I rage as I bend over to look for my shoes. “I just want YOU!”

“Why?” he asks. The question is simple enough, yet I can’t help but feel it’s a loaded weapon.

I find my shoes but stay bent over. My hair is a curtain that hides my face. “I’m in love with you.”

Silence as he ponders my answer. “Emotions don’t do well at Court. You want to be labeled a crown chaser? Because no one would ever believe that we’re together for love.”

He sits up, pulling his shirt back on. “Being with me comes with a price, love. You’ll go broke trying to pay it.”

I slip on my sneakers and open the car door so I can step outside and put on my trench coat. “You’re breaking up with me and sending me to Ramsford so you no longer have to be bothered!” I accuse. “It’s out of sight, out of mind with you nobles!”

My voice cracks and stumbles over the words, but I don’t cry. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

Fully dressed, he climbs out of the car, walking around to my side to help me with my coat. He pulls me into an embrace before adjusting my collar and fastening buttons.

“You deserve someone who can openly be with you. Someone who can fuck you in a bed. Someone who will love living their life with you, not someone who will grow to resent you because of the life they have to live.”

“And you wait until after we have sex to TELL MY THIS?” I holler. “THIS is something best discussed over comfort food and wine, NOT in the back seat of your father’s car!”

He sighs, his forehead in his palm. “I needed at least one more night with you.”

He lifts his face to meet my skeptical gaze. “I don’t want to hurt you, Vannah but the trajectory my life is on right now, I will. Hell, I ALREADY AM! I know you don’t see it the way I do, but I am trying to help you avoid wasting your life and breaking your own heart.”

We climb into the Aston Martin’s front seats, a stony silence between us. He’s absolutely correct in that I don’t see it his way, and I never will. Yet, we hold hands during the ride back to the Palace, trying to maintain our fragile connection.

It's something that I hate How everyone's disposable

Two weeks later, I am sitting in House Beaumont at the breakfast table, nibbling on chicken apple sausage and toast. My phone is placed beside my plate, but I have no notifications, no texts, no emails. I haven’t heard from Leo in three days. That is when our communications ended; my last message to him sits on delivered.

Unread.

The night before he left for his cruise, Leo slipped into my room unannounced. I gasp in fright and disbelief; we haven’t spoken since our last time together. Since he dumped me. I stare at him as the shock and surprise of the Crown Prince being in my South Wing bedroom dissipates. He returns my gaze steadily as he strides to me and pulls me almost harshly against him.

His lips seek mine, and our kiss is salty from tears; I still don’t know if they were mine or Leo’s.  With only Nora Jones crooning in the background, we hastily undress each other; my dress falls atop his shirt. His pants fall against my bra; our underwear tangles as they join the heap piled upon the carpet.

I kiss his neck softly as I straddle his lap. He marks mine as his lips and mouth blaze a trail down my body. He kisses the inside of my thighs before whispering he’s in love with me too; he then feasted upon my sex, and I think I died a little bit.

Night is lifting, a hidden sun streaking the sky with oranges and pinks when he leaves, promising to text me every day.

“SAVANNAH! Why is your phone on the table during a meal? And sit up straight, you’re slouching again!”

Bertrand’s overdramatic reprimand jostles me from my reverie, and I roll my eyes. I drop my sausage onto my plate. I’m not really hungry; the smell of strong-brewed coffee and the sight of eggs is making me nauseous. Maxwell’s eyes meet mine and he gives me a sympathetic look; I shake my head reassuringly before turning to face his brother.

“My apologies, Your Grace. I mistakenly assumed that since you were reading the newspaper, my phone would be acceptable this morning,” I say in a conciliatory tone.

The Duke looks flustered, obviously expecting a different reaction. I take the time to study the features he has grown into. However, becoming the youngest Duke at Cordonian court in centuries has taken a toll on him: his brow is constantly in a state of furrow, and his mouth is forever downturned. His eyes are filled with worry and disdain.

Despite this, Bertrand is extremely good-looking. Most assholes are.

I ask to be excused; the nausea is rising and I’m feeling light-headed.

“Are you okay, Sav?” Maxwell asks in concern.

“I’ll be fine,” I say convincingly.

As I leave, I hear a cellphone ring, but it isn’t mine, so I don’t care.

Two more weeks pass, and I realize I am pregnant.  My cycle is six weeks late, my breasts are swelling and slightly tender to the touch, and certain smells make me nauseous. Of course it’s Leo’s, he is my first and only lover. No one knows; I’m too in shock to tell anyone. And who would I tell?

Leo is the obvious choice, but he has yet to respond to any of my messages. The newspapers and social media are exploding with news of a supposed abdication and accounts of his adventures with some mystery woman from the cruise ship. There are photos of them taking in tourist sites, sneaking underneath a fence covered with NO TRESPASSING signs, feeding each other street food.

Rumor has it he returned to Cordonia briefly with the woman in tow, abdicated the Crown, broke off his relationship with Madeleine, and disappeared like a thief in the night.

I don’t believe any of it. He was in love with me, he said so. He would have told me if he were abdicating. He would have rushed to me to tell me the wedding was off.

Wouldn’t he?

Except he was no longer speaking to me ….

And then one random night when everything changes You won't reply and we'll go back to strangers

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Pt. 1 Sunshine

Task Force 141 x Fem!Reader(s)

Series summary: Imagine living in the modern world, your nightmares are only figments of folklore. Werewolves & Vampires don’t exist. Neither do flesh eating Ghouls, Elves or Spirits, Magic? Yeah that's impossible, a distant what-if… 

Only it’s not.

This is a mature fantasy series with 18+ themes, along with horror aspects, violence, light gore, & smut. We follow two friends(two readers) Sunshine and Terror in their fight to survive in this new reality.

Chapter Warnings: mild language, semi-apocalyptic world setting.

Word Count: 1030

A/N: This is a dual reader fic, we will have two readers. I am so excited for this series, and have so many plans! I hope ya'll enjoy, feedback is always appreciated, even if its just you telling me your favorite part! 💕

Sunshine–

The late afternoon sun is warm on your face and arms as you pick another dandelion bloom from the ground, running its soft yellow petals between your fingers. You pluck them from the flower head, humming as they float into the wind. 

Tilting your head to the side, Terror lays on the grass beside you, her arms folded behind her head, eyes blissfully closed as she soaks up the sun’s rays. Her breathing is slow and even, in moments like this she reminds you of all the summers you had spent together when you were younger. She is carefree like this, a mere shadow of her former self; her once pristine skin now marred with scars and sun kissed from the hours upon hours in the sun.

You smile softly, before tossing the naked stem onto the ground at your feet, the soft swish of grass being stepped on pulls your attention from your best friend, your eyes traveling the length of Flynn as he leisurely makes his way toward you. A knowing smirk lifting his lips; Terror and you can almost always be found near each other, outside of the compound, but never too far off.

As he nears, he shifts his bow onto his back, the string stretching across his strong chest, rumpling the dusty blue shirt he wears. His auburn hair half pulled back into a low bun, the tips of his pointed ears peaking between the bright strands, blowing into his face.

He is stunning, for all you know he could have been Elven royalty before the world fell into bloody chaos, those strong cheekbones, and a beautiful dusting of freckles paint his nose and cheeks, dissipating outwards. He carries himself with an air of respect, but he is always one to humble himself to help anyone in need.

You smile softly, he seems too sweet for this bloodthirsty world, most don’t take him seriously, but he’s as lethal as a lion. Most think the same about you, because you're ‘softer’ compared to Terror. You couldn’t remember the last time you were soft, the brutality of this newer world changed everyone, and honestly this was the only world you could remember, much of your memories prior to the coalescence are mostly smoke and vapor, each time you reach for one it evaporates. 

The past didn't really matter much anyhow, all that really mattered now was surviving, making the most out of the shitty situation that was this new life. The world now is a mixture of the old apocalypse movies your father used to watch and the dark folklore books you read back in school; it was like another universe collided with ours, and merged both worlds into one. 

A change in the genetic code of the universe.

When the coalescence consumed both worlds, there were those who remained as human, and those who morphed into something else entirely, like something hidden deep within their genetic code and from their ancestry came to the forefront. Their bodies and minds went through changes, some turned into elves, others ravaging beasts who craved violence and destruction during full moons, or even killers whose diet depended on the consumption of blood.

Cities were mostly uninhabited, nature taking its course to reclaim what was once its own, well at least uninhabited by humans or elves. Those who had survived the coalescence and were not immediately eaten, drained, or used as whores to both bloodlust and carnage, lived in camps scattered far from large cities. Some smaller towns like the one you came from transformed into sanctuaries and strongholds. The big cities, like Boston, where Terror had lived… Well, they weren't as fortunate, the beasts took hold in those places like wildfire. 

Everything we thought we knew about these mythical creatures wasn't quite right. They definitely preferred to roam at night, when they were less likely to be seen; like most criminals– Werewolves were the biggest problem, followed by vampires. The werewolves were actually more like mobsters, aside from turning into giant flea ridden beasts. They really seemed to enjoy the finer things in life, but they absolutely ruled with iron fists, quick to punish with little to no mercy.

Your thoughts wandered to your family, still leading a stronghold in the south. You hoped they were still doing alright, the attacks usually came at night, or at least became more frequent when there were only stars to light the eerie skies–

“Sun?” Flynn’s voice broke into your mind, scattering your thoughts.

You blinked, eyes meeting Flynn’s calm green gaze, his head tilted to the side, in curious wonder, “Where’d ya go?”

Shaking your head lightly you sighed, pulling your knees closer to your chest, resting your arms against them, you hang your head, “Back in time… Flynn, do you wish you could go back? Before our worlds collided?” 

He shrugged nonchalantly, “I don’t remember much of my world before that…” 

You lift your head, watching as the sun lowers, casting an orange and red glow over the horizon, the shadows from the woods around you growing, reaching for the three of you and for the walls of the camp; the impending threat looming.

You draw your brows together, “I only remember bits and pieces, like–”

Terror’s hand is shoved against your lips, cutting off your voice, her leather gloves warmer then they should be. She is crouched defensively in front of you, arm stretched back covering your lips, her other hand wields a huge hunting knife. Eyes trained on the woods to our right, as still as a statue, your body freezes with hers, next to you, Flynn tenses, slowly reaching for his bow, drawing it back. 

Your ears tingle under your ball cap, they’ve become more sensitive recently, you know something is coming, but as the dark figures emerge from the treeline your heart nearly stops, their eyes shining in the setting sun.

Werewolves.

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Faltering - Chapter 2

Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Warning/Tags: 18+, Language, Violence, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 3.4K

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Peter couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in his stomach after his encounter with Moon Knight. As he got ready for the date, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He picked out his nicest outfit and styled his hair before heading out.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he saw you sitting at a table, looking stunning. The sight of you took his breath away and he knew that he was even more determined to protect you at all costs.

"Hey," you said as you stood up to greet him.

"Hey," Peter replied, trying to push his thoughts of the previous night to the back of his mind.

As the night went on, Peter found himself laughing and enjoying your company. He couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to you and how comfortable he felt around you.

However, as the night wore on, he couldn't help but sense that someone was watching them. He kept glancing around the restaurant, but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, noticing his unease.

Peter hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "Yeah! Great! Not nervous about this or anything." 

You giggle at his mumbling. It was quite cute, you both were alike in many ways. "You sure?" you asked, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

Peter forced a smile on his face. "Yeah, I'm sure."

The two of you continued chatting, but Peter couldn't quite focus fully. He kept glancing towards the entrance of the restaurant, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was watching them.

"You're not enjoying yourself, are you?" you asked, hurt laced in your voice.

"No, no, I am!" Peter replied quickly, trying to reassure you. "It's just...I don't know. I feel like someone's watching us. It's probably nothing."

You looked around the restaurant nervously, trying to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. Nothing seemed to be suspicious.

"Do you wanna leave? We could always get out of here."

Peter thought for a moment before finally nodding. "Yeah, let's go. I'm sorry, I just can't shake this feeling."

You nodded in agreement and the two of you quickly paid the bill before heading out of the restaurant.

As you walked down the street, Peter kept his arm around you protectively, scanning the area for any signs of danger. It was endearing really, he seemed concerned more about you than himself. Which was different. Any other guy would shove you toward danger. Like haunted house guy.

You shake your head from the thought as a dark figure appears in front of you, causing Peter to tense up and pull you closer to him. 

The figure said your name in a low growl. His eyes began to glow a golden color. Peter recognized the stature of the person resembled one of those avatars he helped Marc fight. They had a dangerous look in their eyes and Peter knew that he had to act fast to protect you.

"Back off," Peter said sternly, stepping in front of you. "You're not going to hurt her."

The alter laughed, his voice deep and menacing. "You think you can stop me, boy? You're no match for me."

Peter didn't hesitate. He launched himself at the figure, his spider sense guiding him as he dodged the other person's attacks. The fight was intense, but eventually, Peter managed to subdue the person and knock them out.

Breathing heavily, he turned to you. "Are you okay?"

"You- you can really throw a punch, Pete." You say, eyes full of disbelief.

He chuckled, feeling the tension finally dissipating. "Yeah, I guess I can." He looked at you and saw the fear still lingering in your eyes. "Seriously, are you okay?"

You nodded, trying to calm your racing heart. "I think so... who is that?"

"No clue," Peter replies, standing over the person. He thought for a minute before reaching down and removing their mask. It was a man, he didn’t look like anyone he knew in particular. "Hey, you know this guy?"

Coming closer, you look down at the body and shake your head before looking back up at him. "Peter, are you like a cop or something?"

"Huh?"

"No, sorry, not like it changes anything, I'm just confused about how you did that whole fighting thing, and now you're acting like an investigator." You say before pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Peter chuckled, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "No, I'm not a cop. I just...I don't know. I guess I can't just sit back and watch when someone's trying to hurt you."

You smile, feeling a sense of warmth spread throughout your body. As the two of you walked away from the scene, Peter couldn't shake the feeling that there was more danger lurking in the shadows. He knew that he had to be extra vigilant in order to keep you safe. For now, he was just glad that you were okay and that he was able to protect you.

He was different from other guys you had been with before. He was kind, protective, and genuinely cared about you. You couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in Peter's presence. 

"Thank you," you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

"For what?"

"For protecting me. You didn't have to do that, but you did."

Peter smiled at you, his eyes shining in the moonlight. "Of course I did. I care about you, and I'll do anything to make sure you're safe."

You felt your heart swell with emotion at his words. However, you also felt a touch of sadness since the only other person who would do anything to protect you was your dad.

As you reached your apartment building, Peter walked you to your door, hesitating before speaking up. "I'm sorry tonight didn't go exactly as planned."

"Actually, I think tonight was fun." You replied

He stared for a moment, unsure how to respond before grinning. "Was it the bad guy?"

"Yeah you know when you knocked him out, it really impressed me."

"Good to know." 

You laughed and leaned in closer to him, feeling the heat between you two. Peter's eyes widened slightly as he realized how close you were to him. The tension and the chemistry between the two of you were palpable. 

Before either of you could say anything else, you found yourself leaning in and pressing your lips against his. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it was filled with so much emotion. You felt as if the world had melted away around you and there was just the two of you in that moment.

Peter's arms wrapped around your waist as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing your lips slightly. You moaned softly, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor. 

Eventually, the two of you pulled away, both of you breathing heavily. You smiled up at him, feeling a sense of delight. Peter smiled back at you, his eyes seemed to sparkle. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he admitted a hint of shyness in his voice.

You grinned, feeling a flutter in your stomach. "Me too."

He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours once more, his hands running up and down your back. You sighed contentedly, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

As the two of you pulled away, you couldn't help but think that this was just the beginning of something special. Somewhere along the way, Peter had become more than just a friend to you, and you were excited to see where this new journey would take you both.

"I should probably go," Peter said reluctantly, his eyes clouded with regret. You nodded, but before you could say anything else, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours once more. 

"I'll call you later" he murmured, his breath hot against your cheek.

"Yeah, perfect," you say before stepping into your apartment.

Peter couldn't believe what had just happened. He had dreamed of kissing you for so long, and now that it had actually happened, he didn't know what to do next. 

He ran. He ran out of your apartment building and all the way back to his own. Reaching his door, he noticed it was opened just slightly. His spider senses detect an intruder inside. 

Sighing in frustration, he inched closer to the opening. 'Why did this have to happen tonight?'. He was so content earlier and now he had to get ready for another fight.

As he entered the apartment, he saw that the intruder was a man sitting at his small dining room table. "Marc?" Peter called out, his fists clenching at his sides. "Is that you?"

"I was hoping you would say that." The man said before standing. "No. I'm not Marc, but the confirmation that you know him is all I needed."

Peter's spider senses were on high alert as he stepped closer to the unknown man. He couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu as if he had been in this situation before.

The man was tall and muscular, with a shaven head and a scruffy beard. His eyes were dark and piercing, filled with a sense of malice.

"Who are you?" Peter asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

The man chuckled, his eyes glinting. "Just someone who's been watching you, Spider-Man. Someone who knows your every move and every weakness."

"You're one of them, aren't you? One of those avatar people."

The man smiled, revealing a set of sharp canines. "Very astute, Spider-Man. But I'm not just any avatar. I'm the one getting revenge for what Spector did to my wife."

"Look, I don't know what he did, but that has nothing to do with me."

"On the contrary, because you're the key to his weakness."

Peter's mind flashed to you, and he felt a sense of fear wash over him. He couldn't let this man get anywhere near you.

"What do you want from me?" Peter asked, trying to buy himself some time. His mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan. He knew he had to get this man out of his apartment.

"I want you to tell me where to find his daughter. I want to watch him suffer just like I had to!"

"I won't let you hurt anyone," Peter said, his voice firm and confident.

The man's eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer to Peter. "Oh, I think I will. and I'll start with you."

Suddenly, he grabbed Peter's throat and lifted him into the air. Peter struggled to breathe as the man tightened his grip. He had to think fast before he passed out. Summoning all his strength, he lifted his arms and shot a web at the man's face, hoping to blind him.

It worked. The man stumbled back, his grip on Peter's throat loosening. Taking advantage of the situation, Peter kicked the man in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain.

Peter used that moment of distraction to free himself from the man's grasp. He then spun around and landed a punch to the man's jaw, causing him to stumble back against the wall.

Breathing heavily, Peter took a step back. He had to grab his suit and get out of there. But as he stood there, his heart still racing, he knew that he had to protect you at all costs. No matter what it took, he wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Making a quick decision, Peter ran to his closet, grabbed his suit, and left through the fire escape.

As soon as he was outside, Peter slipped into his suit and checked his web shooters. With everything in working order, he set off toward Brooklyn. He had to make sure that you were safe. He had to call Marc.

The phone rang longer than normal before it clicked, “Steven speakin’. In a bit of a tussle at the moment..”

“Steven! It’s Peter! We have a problem.”

“Oi! Mate, get back here!” Peter heard the older man yell out to someone. “Meet me at the Grand, yeah?” Steven said before hanging up.

‘The Grand?’ Peter stared at his phone. ‘Oh! Grand Central Station!’

Peter swung towards Grand Central Station. His mind raced with thoughts of what this man could do to you, and he knew he had to stop him.

As he arrived at the station, he saw Steven standing in the middle of the terminal, surrounded by a group of men. Peter could tell they were not friendly, their body language was aggressive and they all had their hands on weapons.

Peter shot a web to a light fixture above, swinging to a nearby ledge. Quietly he assessed the scene below. Steven was managing well by himself, but the men were holding strange-looking knives. He'd have to ask Steven about them later since he was the archaeologist guy.

After watching for a moment he leaped into action, landing in front of Steven. He spun around and shot webs at the men's weapons, disarming them quickly. The men didn't give up easily though, and they charged at Peter with ferocity.

The younger man landed powerful blows on his opponents, taking them out one by one. Steven is right beside him fighting with the same amount of passion. As the last of the men fell to the ground, Peter and Steven stood panting, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger.

"Thanks for the assist, mate," Steven said, his voice filled with gratitude. "These guys just wouldn't bugger off"

Peter nodded, his mind still on you and the danger you could be in. "I just came from my apartment, where I met your good buddy with a big scary beard." 

Steven's eyes narrowed, his hand running through his hair. Clearly, he knew who Peter was talking about. In an instant, Steven's facial tone changed. "Do you see why I told you to stay away from her?" It was Marc, and he was mad. Not a good combo.

Peter's jaw clenched, his mind racing a million miles a minute. "You know I can protect her!" 

"And you think that right now, with your spider sense scrambling the way it is, that is going to happen?" Marc yelled back.

"How did you-?"

"I can read you like a book. I know exactly what is going through that brain of yours."

"Marc, I-"

"It's Jake."

"Jake. Listen."

"Oops, Steven now."

"Okay, Steven."

"Marc again."

Peter let out a loud growl of frustration. He knew Marc couldn't always control his altering. It was just frustrating how the other man didn't want to listen to him. "We need to find this guy, I fought him in my apartment and it was already hard."

Marc glared at Peter for a moment longer before nodding. He stepped back, giving Peter some space. "Let's just get back to the hotel, sweep it for bugs, and strategize. We'll figure this out. Right now, we're both not thinking straight."

Peter took a calming breath, before folding his arms over his chest. "Fine."

As they made their way to the hotel, Peter ran through the details of the man who broke into his apartment in his head. How could he get himself in this mess? I mean he had no idea you were Marc's daughter. It just so happened that you were. And he had to admit that he was falling for you. Hard.

As they reached the hotel, Peter's mind was already racing with plans and strategies. He knew that time was of the essence, and every second counted. He couldn't let this man hurt you, not when he was so close to finding a way to be with you.

"He had this look in his eyes like he was out for blood. He said something about her being the key to your weakness." Peter rambled as he paced the small room. Marc sat on the bed watching him ramble to himself.

Marc listened intently, his brow furrowed with concern. "We need to find him before he finds her," he said, his voice low and serious.

"We could set a trap. Something maybe he won't be expecting? What do you know about him?"

"Apart from him having dozens of goons? He is the avatar of Set, the Egyptian god of Chaos. Disorder." Marc warned. "So what I'm saying is he isn't going down without a fight."

"I can handle myself," Peter said confidently.

"Sure kid. But I also know how much you care for her. You can't let that cloud your judgment," Marc replied.

Peter nodded, his eyes focused. He knew what was at stake here. Together, Peter and Marc worked out a plan. Get you somewhere safe and then set the trap.

As soon as the plan was set, Peter slipped out of the hotel room and swung off into the night. He had to make sure that you were safe before they could set the trap. He knew just the place to take you.

Within minutes, Peter arrived at your apartment building. He quickly scaled the side of the building and made his way to your window. You were sitting on the couch, your eyes glued to the TV. He tapped lightly on the window and watched you jump in surprise.

Before he realized what was going on, you screamed loudly before retreating to your room. Fuck, he was still wearing his suit. He tried the handle and was relieved to find it unlocked. He silently slipped into your apartment.

He made his way to your bedroom. Once he entered, he saw you huddled in a corner, your eyes wide with fear. "Please don't hurt me! I- I'm really poor and ugly, and I don't know how to work computers."

Peter called your name before removing his mask. "It's me, Peter," he whispered. "It's okay, it's just me," he reassured you, holding out his hand. You hesitated for a moment before taking it, and he pulled you into his arms.

"There's no way this is happening." You mutter against his chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said softly, stroking your hair. "But we don't have a lot of time.

You could feel his heart beating rapidly, and you knew he was just as scared as you were. "What's happening, Peter?" you asked, your voice shaking.

"There's someone after you. He broke into my apartment earlier, and he's been looking for you. We need to get you out of here," he explained, holding you tightly. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

"How did you know he was after me?" You asked, your voice still wavering.

Peter hesitated, carefully choosing his next words. "He told me. He told me he was trying to hurt you and wanted me to tell him where you were but I didn't. I never would."

"I'm scared." You whimper. It broke his heart. He never wanted to see you like this. Now he felt stronger than ever, he knew he had to protect you even more.

"I need to tell you something before we get you somewhere safe."

Looking up at him, the tears that stung your eyes began to fall down your cheeks. 

"I know where your dad is."

The world began to shatter around you hearing him say those words. "My... dad?" You whisper. He nods. "Peter, how-"

"I didn't know, I promise. I met him a few months ago while I was out, but he has been watching over you."

You were stunned. Your mind couldn't quite process the information Peter had just told you. "He's been watching over me?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

Peter nodded, his eyes filled with concern. "He wanted to keep an eye on you from a distance. He didn't want to put you in danger, but he wanted to make sure you were okay."

Tears streamed down your face as you processed the news. You had always wondered where your father had gone, but now you finally knew. "Can I see him?" you asked, your voice shaking.

Peter hesitated before replying. "Not yet. Not until we take care of this guy who's after you. We need to make sure you're safe first."

You nodded, trusting Peter completely. He had risked everything to keep you safe, and you knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you. Together, you and Peter left the apartment and slipped into the night.

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