#new chapter posted

[indigolover97]

Second Chapter of I Ended the World, Will You Help Me Rebuild It? is now posted!

Here's the link

While I'd like to say that I'll be able to post every other Wednesday like I planned, I spent most of last night and this morning rewriting a good chunk of this chapter to make it flow better 😬 So no promises on a constant update schedule

Sneak peak of the chapter 👇

[battythejester]

A Taste Of You (13811 words) by Batty_The_Jester Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, brief mentions of:, Dustin Henderson, Gareth (Stranger Things), Unnamed Freak (Stranger Things), Jeff (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season 5 Trailer Compliant (No S5 Spoilers), season 4 fix-it, Queer Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Vampire Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson as Kas The Betrayer-Adjacent, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, transformations, Blook Drinking, Dubious Consent, Traditional Vampire Lore Meets Modern Day Lore, Memories Through Blood Drinking, Porn With Plot, Open but happy ending, Scent Kink, marking kink, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, monsterlover, Arm Bindings, Transformation During Blood Drinking, Forced edging, Rough Sex, then soft sex, reassurance, Anal Sex, No Season 5 Spoilers, Frottage, cumming untouched, Okay now there's plot, Praise Kink, Sensation Sharing, Blood Kink, Mild Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 9 of Batty's Monsterfucker Madness Summary: Eddie Munson has been dead for nine days. Death had been… kinder to him than he’d expected. Not a single lick of heat from the flames of hell beating against his skin or any evil little guys with pitchforks pulling him apart to make him pay for his sins. It was almost pleasant - nothing like the ‘good, Christian folk’ of Hawkins had always said would be waiting for him - but there weren’t any soothing light, trumpets, or the warmth of heaven like his mother has always said waited on the other side either. Then, something stirs above his grave, pulling him from the haze of the voice he's slept in for what feels like a blink and an eternity all at once, and he finds himself across town. Standing at a familiar door… waiting for it to open for him.

Steddie Bingo Round 3 Prompt(s): Blood Kink, Sensation Sharing, Praise Kink.

[tynithia]

New Chapter of 'The Matriarch' is posted

Summary: While Morena and her oldest friend, Calista, compile a list of allies to help find her son and grandmother, Calista suggests an alliance with the last person Morena wants to talk to.

Read Chapter 5: 'Lonely Girl' - HERE

Writer's Note: We return to the present for a moment, just to go back to the past to Apex University, when Morena was 18! Also, while developing Morena's first boyfriend, I still hadn't come up with a name to bring him to life. My outline, he was simply "XXX." I asked a group of fellow writers for help, and after some hilarious discussion, it seemed like nearly everyone had an "asshole" in their lives named Kyle. 🤣 And just like that, Kyle Reinhart was born.

Much thanks, gang! 💋

[noirun777]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Superman (Movie 2025) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, Clark Kent & Lois Lane Characters: Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Lois Lane, Bruno Mannheim, Intergang Members (DCU) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Developing Relationship, Secret Identity Fail, Secret Organizations, Undercover Missions, Clark & Lois investigate Intergang, Lex Luthor is Obsessed With Clark Kent, Clark is grumpily into it, Lex Luthor Doesn't Know Clark Kent Is Superman, HTML Experiments, Rating will change, updates once a week Summary:

“Do you want to be my date?” Lex purred around a sip of champagne. Clark choked, water droplets spilling down his chin. “Is that a yes or a no?”

Unfortunately for Clark, Lex takes him as his date to S.O.L., the largest sustainable tech conference in Europe. Lex wants to get closer to his favorite reporter, Lois is chasing an Intergang lead, S.O.L. isn't as harmless as it claims, and Clark is trying very hard not to lose his mind and his heart.

Oh—and Superman was invited too.

[thedarlinwiththebooks]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, Harris Drover, Troy Barrett, Hayden Pike, Ryan Price (Game Changers), Fabian Salah Additional Tags: Hockey, and they were ROOMMATES, anonymous hook up, Teammates, gay clubs, No Beta, PR stunt, hook up to teammates to friends to lovers, mental health rep, Anxiety, Explicit Sexual Content Summary:

Shane Hollander wanted one last gay club hooray before entering the draft. That led to the hottest hook up of his life. Imagine his surprise when the morning he meets his new team, he locks eyes with the same man who lit his body and soul on fire 2 weeks ago.

I think I'm losing my mind when you're not around me Hold up, rewind, knock me off of my feet I love how you make me crave you Nothing comes close, I could never replace you You turn my rainy days to sunshine You're my light inside thе dark My heart is beating way too fast, I really wanna makе this last, so

[yuesya]

Update!

New chapter for zenith of stars is up!

Chapter 144 (update #154) has been posted.

FFN | AO3 | SB

[empatheticwizard]

Widdershins Weekly - The Statute Edition

Let's begin with the obvious. The Statute of Secrecy is old. Not old in a charming way, like a family heirloom your mum brings out every summer to regale you about your someday inheritance. Not old in a rugged way, like our enduring Professor Binns. Not old in a reverent way, like a Roman ruin or the books Madam Pince'll hex you for touching. The Statute is the kind that was built for a world that doesn't exist anymore. The Statute, of course, insists that it still does. The Statute was built for doors. Time, as my Muggleborn friends keep trying to explain, is increasingly fond of Windows.

(If you know, you know.) There was a time when dipping into the backroom made sense. There is a certain roguish charm in dwelling behind the curtains, in the toilets, and beyond the back-alleys. Wizards were being hunted, in a time when magic was synonymous with heresy and fire and drowning in village ponds. Muggles aren't particularly proud of that time either, mind, as their doctors still thought in terms of draining pints of blood to cure melancholy, smearing powdered lead in their hair and calling it fashion, and designing pianos that played by poking cats in the tail. No one is proud of anything they did in the 1600s. Ask the French. That is not this time. It hasn't been for a very long time. Before I go further, let me be clear: this is not, strictly speaking, a condemnation of Muggle Studies, per se. It is more an observation that our curriculum rests somewhere between five decades and fifteen centuries out of date. Which is to say, we've managed to miss the Enlightenment, the Industrial Revolution, vaccines, and the notion that the moon might be interesting for more than simply pointing telescopes at. The exact range depends on the professor, the weather, and how recently someone has reminded them that the telephone is not, in fact, required to be wired any longer. We live in a world of satellites, search engines, cyber security, and mass multiplayer online games. (Yes, those are all different things. No, I can't explain them here. Go ask a Muggleborn. Preferably one born after 1980.) The divide between magical and non-magical isn't a wall. Information leaks. People talk. Wizards fall in love with Muggles. Some Muggles are smart. Some Muggles are very smart. The idea that a globe full of Muggles paying attention could remain unaware of an entire parallel society is, frankly, the kind of fantasy that even Disney would consider too childish to commit screentime to. (And if you don't know what Disney is, please for the love of Merlin go make friends with a Muggleborn.) Look: I'm not advocating we dismantle the Statute overnight. I'm not naive. (Okay. I'm probably naive. But I'm not wrong.) The question isn't whether the world will notice us. It's whether we'll still be pretending not to notice them when it happens.

For more like this, see Widdershins Weekly on AO3

For the broader story, check out Widdershins & the Eyes of Caduceus on AO3

[writerformanymuses]

New Chapters! Devil's Minion and Lesmand? Is it my birthday?

A Deal of Consequence || writerformanymuses

Chapter 27: But It's Not Real, and You Don't Exist

Summary:

Lestat and Armand have it out at long last, Claudia sinks into her despair, and Daniel begins to fight for his memories and his future with the new unholy family.

EXCERPT:

“For how long?” Daniel whispers, his throat growing more and more raw as emotion creeps up. Armand leans over, his lips pressing into Daniel’s hair, and he strokes his cheek before pulling back to regard him. “I don’t know. I never know, and you know that too.”  “No, Armand… I mean this. How long are you going to keep doing this? This game you play with me as if I’m some-- some fucking toy. Is that what I am? Am I just a toy for you to play around with?” His voice trembles, and he’s unable to do anything else as Armand holds his face with the utmost care. His eyes move over his features, reading him so plainly even if Daniel never dared to realize it then. How unfeeling, he remembers thinking of him. How utterly maddening and cruel.   “I would never think of you as such,” Armand murmurs, and he leans in once more to press his lips to Daniel's brow. “You are a precious thing, Daniel, and I haven’t the heart to let you go just yet.”  It stings. This realization stings, and it is worse than the seductive pain they shared in the quiet dark. To be a mere bug trapped in the web of some indomitable creature. To think, if not for the whims of Armand, Daniel could also be a dead thing. Sucked dry of hope, ambition, wit, and warmth. Every defiant bone within him crushed to dust, and every quivering vein dried into fragments of meaningless waste.  The words ‘just yet’ echo through his mind like a hurricane bashing onto a shoreline. He’d reported on a hurricane this very year, hadn’t he? 1978? 79? He remembers one, at least. He remembers standing on a veranda of some exotic location, a camera in his hand, as he furiously tried to capture the bowing and buckling of trees on a beach.  Daniel never had a problem with facing death. No, he was almost always chasing it. What was it Claudia said? “You were so in love with death that I was starstruck by you.”  Only death was not a time, not a sentence, was it? It was him, it was Armand.