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The Witch's Children
Oop, I wrote a fic. It's been almost exactly a year since I stepped away from fic and fandom.
If you want to read a found family fic about a Witch and all the kids that keep being sacrificed to her, click on over here. It features familiar Bobby, a scruffy dog who swears a lot.
I'm not sure if I'm going to writing fic more often. This was just me testing out the waters.
star struck and rope bound
Hello Everyone! I can't stay away from space AUs! I wrote a little fic for @finstocksfuckeduplongweekend /Finstock's Hungover Halloween Event, for the 80s/90s Camp theme. I tried to bring the color pallets and feel of the old VHS tapes I adored when I was kid to this fic.
Click on HERE for the fic.
And check out this AMAZING art I commissioned by the AMAZING @reallyhardydraws
EDIT: Whoops, would have helped if I put a LINK to the fic. Here you go!
#13 for peter/stiles and #17 for kira/finstock for the fictional kiss prompts please!
13. following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck
Steter.
Stiles swept into the room in a daze of bubbling champagne, the sound of forks against glasses still ringing in his ears. He had the grace of a swan, at least he did for ten seconds until his hip bumped into the hotel’s lamp. He almost fell if Peter’s steady grip didn’t pull him back. Stiles laughed, arching up into a sloppy kiss.
“Thanks for the assist.”
Peter quirked his eyebrow, his pupils blown wide when Stiles started to tug at his own bow tie.
“Anything for my husband.”
A fizzle went out Stiles’s spine, firecrackers of surprise-love-lust that made his heart stammer in his chest. He watched Peter, his husband, grin. He stalked over to Stiles, tugging at his buttons for a moment before clawing through the dress shirt with a growl. Stiles’s laughed, breathy.
“I can’t believe you ripped through— after all the ironing and worrying about how it was going to look—”
Peter cut him off with a kiss, the kind of kiss that stopped Stiles’s ramblings in their tracks. It was tongue and a little bit of teeth, biting at his lower lip and pulling until Stiles was a wriggling mess.
“That’s because we were not married yet.” He kissed the corner of Stiles’s mouth, moving to his neck. “Now we are.” Another kiss, where his neck and shoulder connected. “And I fully intend to fuck my husband in the next three minutes.”
Stiles fumbled with Peter’s stupid suit jacket and tie, tugging at his belt with a wild grin.
“Fuck me? Really? Newlyweds are supposed to make love, Peter. Have some class.”
Stiles waggled his eyebrows, unable to stop himself from laughing. Peter laughed with him, unable to hide his short from Stiles as he pushed him on the bed.
“How about a bit of both,” Peter asked as he tugged Stiles’s slacks and underwear off in one vicious pull.
“Both,” Stiles swallowed with an eager grin. “Both are good.”
17. height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes
Kirkstock (Kira/Finstock)
Finstock knew it was rude to stare on principle. Anyone who didn’t was a creep, a liar, or both.
Usually, a Saturday morning was him rolling out of bed before ten, starting coffee, forgetting about the coffee, and drinking said-forgotten coffee with a permanent grimace at the cool temperature. Saturdays were for hangovers, solitude, and if he was feeling ambitious, grocery shopping.
Sunlight that usually glared had been dulled to a shimmer. Birds chirped, and coffee was already made.
Kira Yukimura had binders and notebooks spread out on the living room floor, already working on upcoming lesson plans. Long black hair fell over one of his shirts. He shifted his weight, a squeaky floorboard giving him away. Kira turned, getting up in an instant.
“Good morning. Did I wake you up?”
“Nah. You’re fine.” The words weren’t right, and he quickly fixed it. “You’re great.”
In movies, when the leads were handsome and the ladies were always in soft focus, compliments were easy. They flowed like silk, and smooth lines always landed.
Finstock would never be that kind of man. Words were always bitten off too late or too quick by his teeth, the lines in his face too heavy for anything sweet. Especially first thing in the morning, when his voice crackled and he was too tired to smile. Most didn’t have the patience for Finstock’s particular demeanor.
He staggered forward. His back popping in three places as he bent down to taste her lopsided smile.
Please keep them coming, I’m going to go pass out but once I wake up in the morning I’ll be on them first thing!
Dead and Dazzling
For Saturday’s B-Side, I’ve done Creature Feature, I made a mood-board to accompany the fic Dead and Dazzling.
Come on over if you want a ghost inspired by Beetlejuice, a dangerous amount of Ouija boards, the power of friendship, and Finstock giving Gomez Addams a run for his money when it comes to kissing up a woman of his affection’s arm.
I’ve Got You (Under My Skin)
All right, for Saturday’s A-Side for @finstocksfuckeduplongweekend, After Midnight, I’ve written... a pretty dark fic. Heed the warnings and tags for I’ve Got you (Under My Skin).
Click on over if you’re interested in slow burn in romance and reveal. Someone is a serial killer, Stiles is on the case, and what morals would you sacrifice if it meant keeping real and genuine happiness?
Okay that last reblog got me thinking
What are some of your favorite relationships I’ve written and why?
It doesn’t just have to be a pairing generalization, if you want to get specific with a story that’s more than welcome!
Let me know, I’m genuinely curious!
Random Bobby/Kira, Stiles/Peter thought
I’m taking a mental health day and this is what happens when I start playing Dragon Quest and name my party members Bobby (the priest), Kira (the mage), and Peter (the thief).
Bobby is a priest who HATES healing people, and will yell at the other party members when he’s constantly reviving them in battle.
“Are you kidding I JUST FUCKING HEALED YOU, could you just STAY OUT OF THE WAY for one FUCKING SECOND--”
There are a few boss battles where he straight up just yells at the monster.
“HEY WHY DON’T YOU JUST LAY OFF FOR A FUCKING SECOND, ALL RIGHT? CALM DOWN” Sometimes it works since eldritch, godlike beings aren’t used to being yelled at.
He usually wears regular clothes, but whenever the battle really counts he breaks out his ceremonial robes, it’s the only time he really looks divine.
Peter is an incredible thief, a magnificent bastard, and is proud about all of that.
He steals the shit out of EVERYTHING and everyone they come in contact with and the only times he’s caught is usually when it’s not important, like some rando’s scarf.
But occasionally while they’re traveling there will be word from a kingdom about royal jewels and crowns going missing even though they were kept in heavily guarded chambers. And Peter just shrugs like “Kira needed diamonds for new spells. We don’t have the cash for that, and frankly, I’d rather spend that money on a spa than rocks.”
Kira comes from a long line of witches and wizards, the Yukimuras are legendary, but Stiles’s party is the first one she’s ever been a part of.
Out of everyone she’s definitely the most eager about their journey.
Like a lot of mages, she’s a bit of a glass canon, needing the most healing and defense, but when she hits, she fucking hits. It takes them by surprise the first few battles until they just figure, it’s just a Kira thing.
It shocks outsiders though.
Kira usually gets them lodging at a discount just because of how sweet she is, she USUALLY melts hearts, especially if she’s just a little tired. Peter uses this ruthlessly.
And then there’s our hero. Stiles.
A child cursed by prophecy who’s supposed to be a great warrior, but it’s just Stiles. No matter how hard his dad tries, the kid just isn’t... physically coordinated, no matter how hard he pushes him. And while his dad gives up, thinking the kingdom is doomed...
Stiles knows he’s got to find the best of the best.
Because with a good team, anyone can do anything.
I hate my brain.
Diamond Tongues
New fic alert!
To say that Kira Yukimura had the voice of an angel or that Stiles was a smooth baritone would be wildly inaccurate. Their performances were littered with imperfections… but it was those imperfections that kept the crowd screaming.
Or, a LOT of misunderstandings, pining, and very close queer-platonic friendships.
Wrote it for @dialmformaledictions aaaand I hope they like it :)
