Author: themusechronicle

Spideypool Dragon AU

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Peter was late getting to his campsite, tripping over his feet as he scanned the bushes and trees around him for any sight of the dragon- shifter, staring hard at any patch of anything that looked slightly different, any wiggle in the grass that might have been something big moving around him. 

So distracted, it was dark before Peter made it to the clearing halfway up the mountain, a rocky outcropping that backed to a shallow cave, surrounded by the woods on two sides, staring out across the valley in front of him. 

It was peaceful, even in the dark, maybe especially in the dark, far away from all the reminders of how different Peter was, how much of a misfit he was, how he was most likely set to be lonely his entire life without the ability to shift, to attract a mate. 

It was peaceful out here in the dark, and for once, Peter felt that he could actually breathe. 

“Breathe.” He whispered to himself, closing his eyes and concentrating on the silence around him. “Breathe.” 

Some part of him still thought that if he tried hard enough, or centered himself enough, or maybe if he just concentrated, maybe it would spark inside him, that he would at least partial shift. Maybe even just flicker with stripes like May did when she was irritated, or have his eyes change like Uncle Ben’s used to.

He would be happy with just a flicker. 

But nothing ever happened, not even here in the peace of the woods and Peter sat back in frustration. 

He didn’t even know why he tried anymore. 

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themusechronicles:

themusechronicles:

So most of you know I’m in really deep right now since I lost my job and I now only have a part time job gettting 10-15 hours a week. This part time is not making a dent in the $1000+ negative hole my bills have put me in.  As of this moment, I am exactly -$1,235.67 because of bills and overdraft fees. I haven’t really eaten in the last week, mostly little things my parents have bought so that I don’t die while trying to figure out how I’m going to get through this financial fuckhole I’m in. 

Good news is that I just got off the phone setting up an interview for another part time job, so wish me luck on that front while I struggle to figure this whole thing out. 

If anyone can donate to help with the -$1,235.67, my paypal is snarkwolf@yahoo.com. Please help if you can, because my roommate is getting very antsy about me not having any money and I’m actually hiding in my room to avoid having to deal with him. 

UPDATE

My first check just came in, and it covered the negative balance of my bank account, but I still have two months of rent, two payments on both loans and my phone bill. Luckily my roommate was finally willing to just sit the fuck down and listen to his wife so my rent is lower until I get everything caught back up. With this in mind, the new amount I need now that my bank account has been brought back into the positive is only $900. 

Only $900 can change rapidly, though, if a loan tries to take a payment and my account ends up negative again. PLease donate if possible, guys. My paypal is snarkwolf@yahoo.com and I am writing drabbles/making stuff for those who help me because it’s all I have to give back. 

Induced Heat | lostshieldandhammer

Steve

STeve whimpered softly. “Tony please… stop holding back… just… gods… take me! I need you… Tony… please….” He was damn near crying, wanting to scream at the desperation that poured through him because of the induced heat. HE knew Tony wanted to be careful but at that moment, careful didn’t matter to him anymore. He needed to feel the alpha buried inside of him and the sooner, the better.

Any modicum of control Tony had left was lost and he leaned in, holding himself up with one hand as the other pressed two fingers inside and scissored. He wanted to prep Steve at least a little before the two of them lost control. He could feel his rut settling into his skin and he groaned, biting gently at Steve’s neck. “Gotta get you ready at least a little, baby. Wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you.” he breathed huskily, though his eyes tinted just the slightest fraction as he looked down at him. He was quickly looking focus, but managed to make sure the penthouse was locked down so no one could disturb them. HE leaned to kiss Steve again, hard and possessive. “Mine.” he panted against Steve’s lips, adding a third finger. 

Seth

“Please, can we? It’s been killing me holding back and I know it’s frustrating you.“ Seth gave a hesitant smile before pressing his lips to Derek’s softly. “I don’t want to have to hold back anymore.”

Derek leaned in to deepen the kiss, one hand running up Seth’s arm to his hair and tilting his head to kiss his neck. “I’m right here, Seth.” he promised, one hand sliding under the shirt Seth wore to lay his hand at the small of his back. “Right here? Or would you rather be in a bed?”

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Magic Related  {Sentence starters}

  • “Is that a spellbook?“ 
  • “What sorcery is this?!“ 
  • “Yeah, right. Magic’s not real.”
  • “I didn’t know magic was real!”
  • “What kind of spells can you do?“ 
  • “Want to see a cool spell I learned?“ 
  • “Want to see something really cool?“ 
  • "Wow, you’re actually a wizard/witch!”
  • “How did you do that? It’s like magic!”
  • “Yeah, I can cast spells. What about it?" 
  • "Can you teach me how to use magic?" 
  • "What will you do? Turn me into a frog?" 
  • "People cant normally do that, can they?" 
  • "Does that mean you’re a warlock, then?”
  • “Whatever you do, don’t cast that on me!" 
  • "I’m not ashamed to admit I can do magic.”
  • “So how long have you been doing magic?" 
  • "What are you, some kind of witch/wizard?!" 
  • "Leave me alone. I’ll turn you into something gross." 
  • "No. No, you can’t ask me to turn you into something." 
  • "If I show you what I can do, will you keep it a secret?" 
  • "So, do you actually ride a broomstick, or is that a myth?”
  • “He/She/They hurt you, huh? Okay, name a curse. Nasty as you want.”

Those We Leave Behind | lostshieldandhammer

Steve

Exhaustion set in heavily and Steve said nothing more before falling asleep in Peter’s arms. It wasn’t a restless sleep by any means. He woke at least three times during the night from nightmares that left him crying, screaming, and shaking in his husband’s arms. But all of that just wore him out even more and he finally passed out hard just as the sun was starting to rise outside. His body didn’t care. IT needed sleep and it was going to take it now, no matter what time it was or whether someone wanted to see him. He trusted Peter to take care of everything and keep him safe.

Peter’s entire being was on high alert, so he never got a deep sleep, always just under unconscious so that every time Steve jolted, he was awake with soothing words and kisses. He hoped the soundproofing he and Steve had put in would keep the manor from waking up, but it was a fleeting, distant thought in his mind compared to the need to take care of Steve. He was still in the dozing state when there was a knock just after sunrise, and Peter hummed just loud enough to be heard. Derek opened the door just enough to step inside, followed shortly by Stiles and Malia, the two teens looking quite worried. Peter lifted a finger to his lips. “He finally settled an hour ago.” he said quietly. 

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Stiles asked just as softly, and gaining a nod, looked down sadly. “How many did we lose?”

“Stiles, we talked about that-” Derek began, but stopped as Peter spoke. 

“At least five?” Peter replied. “Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Sam and T’Challa for sure.” He adjusted just enough to pull Steve against his chest further, kissing his husband’s temple. “The others must be asking or the three of you wouldn’t be here.” He looked up and gained a nod from Malia. 

“They’re worried about him. Lydia’s been upset all night.” she replied. 

“Just let them know my primary focus is going to be Steve and that Derek is in charge.” Peter said. “Malia, you and Stiles are second in command under him until then. Is there breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s breakfast.” Stiles assured. “I’ll bring some up” He took Derek’s hand, tugging gently until his mate moved, taking Malia’s hand as they moved by her to coax her out as well. Peter tucked himself as close to Steve as he could and closing his eyes as he kept a monitor on Steve’s heartrate.