Author: themusechronicle

1OO lifetimes — O3. vampire

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1973

“Is it almost ready?”

Loki threw his head back and laughed, too dramatic to be sincere. He sat the wooden spoon to the side, the end covered in a thick, red sauce. Strong arms snaked around his waist, a cold nose nudging into the crook of his neck. He couldn’t help but lean back into the comforting weight behind him. It felt like home.

“What does it matter to you?”

Thor didn’t eat— not food, at least, as Loki knew it. His appetites were much darker, ravenous. He could already feel his pulse quicken, his heart working faster in anticipation for Thor’s true meal. Thor could feel it too, it was evident by the small growl he let out as he pressed kisses into the long line of Loki’s neck.

“Because,” Thor said lightly, punctuating himself with a tiny nip to the sensitive flesh of his throat. It had Loki arching back, a whine falling from his lips, breathless.“The sooner you eat, the sooner I can.”

Loki suddenly didn’t care much about the pasta boiling over on the stove. Thor’s meals always promised to be euphoric, no matter if he had to wear that stupid ascot for a week after.

He clicked off the gas stove and turned into the embrace. There was something otherworldly twinkling in Thor’s blue eyes—he didn’t need to glamor, Loki was his. 

Loki was always his.

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I am so bored omg

Having one of those nights when I don’t want to work on editing, don’t want to start my new project, THERES NOTHING TO READ, and I did all my baking/housework this morning and have nothing left to do.

SO if I turn on anon questions for a little bit do you guys want to hit me with a bunch of questions about my fics/au’s/whatever?

Update on my evening: who wants to guess how I found out there is a giant hole in my oven mitt?

How badly did you burn yourself, love? D:

Behind the Masks | sttormsofnight

Malika finished the last of her makeup, smiling at herself before going to turn in her full length mirrors. The navy gown fit her in all the right places, and the little jewels made the mask stand out a little more; plain black and settled over hazel eyes in the shape of cat eyes. Blonde hair was loose and tied half back, waves cascading down her back as the string that held her mask rested snugly under the top half of her hair, a princess tiara on her head with diamonds and sapphires before she made her way out into the hall. She paused briefly, looking before she laid eyes on her favorite person. “Seth, don’t you look ravishing.” she mused with a smile as she joined him. “Ready for your first official party as an elite?”

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Spideypool Dragon AU

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MASTERPOST AND ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS

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If Peter wouldn’t have been so damn shocked over Wade suddenly being human, he might have laughed over how wobbly legged and wide eyed and basically helpless the man was. 

The first time Wade tried to stand up, his legs gave right out and he ended up sprawled on his ass, which led to the eyes-quickly-averted-discovery that Wade was very naked. 

It made sense, of course, no shifter dropped back to human and was suddenly magically clothed, but still. Still a little shocking, seeing a grown man spread eagle like that, bits and danglers open to the morning sun, and Peter whipped around and covered his face with an awkward eep. 

Once the legs were working– and the nethers were covered with a blanket– the vision and nose was the next to adjust, Wade squinting around the camp site as if he couldn’t see past his nose, taking in a deep breath to try and scent the air around him before remembering that humans have a fairly terrible sense of smell. 

He stretched his arms, rolled his shoulders until something popped and he suddenly felt a lot looser, bent down to touch his toes– holding the blanket carefully at his waist– and after several minutes of that sort of thing, he felt some what like himself, or at least as much as himself as he remembered feeling like the last time he was human. 

Peter was still turned away, and Wade coughed loudly, pointedly, before saying, “I’m decent, Pete. You don’t have to keep staring at the trees to preserve my modesty.” 

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