#make me write!

feed the sugar daddy cravings, please :3

Damn, your siren powers are on a roll today! Sorry, no Sugar Daddy Peter on-page yet, but I had been so stuck on this and I finally decided to try switching to writing from Cora's POV and now I have 437 more words!

Here, have all 437 as a token of my gratitude lol:

Cora didn’t think much of Stilinski at first. Literally, she just didn’t care. He was just another student in her class, moderately loud and almost always moving, whether it was absently twirling his pencil or tapping his feet under the desk. They didn’t exactly sit near each other, but it was near enough to draw her attention occasionally — usually when she wanted to bare her teeth and snap his neck if he didn’t stop moving or making noise while she was trying to concentrate on the professor’s lecture.  But she did know he was smart. He raised his hand often, turned in all his work (even if some of it did seem oddly off-topic), and had some sort of weird dynamic with the professor that was a mix of hatred and respect on both sides.  Because of all this, she didn’t feel all that much one way or another when they got paired up for their final project. There were certainly people in the class with whom it would have been much worse to be stuck with and may have ended in bloodshed. Others were entirely too boring for her to spare a moment of attention for. At least she knew Stilinski would show up and do the work.  Cora’s ambivalence towards Stilinski lasts right up until the moment she decides to go from the library to the pack house for the weekend without stopping at her apartment to shower and change first. Her uncle Peter is on her almost as soon as she walks in the door, red eyes blazing and a rumble deep in his chest as he invades her space to drag in deep lungfuls of her scent. “Uh, Uncle Peter?” Cora asks warily, trying not to lean away as he got a little too close to her jugular in his agitated state. His gaze jumps to hers, Alpha eyes seeming even brighter than usual in the face of his intensity and close proximity. “Who were you with?” His voice rumbles, distorted from the fangs starting to grow in his mouth. “I was at school — do you have any idea how many people go to that university?” Her snark gets her a snarl in response and she shrinks back, showing her neck. “I was at the library working on a group project for one of my classes! I got partnered with Stilinski, he was sitting next to me while we worked. He’s the only person that was close to me for a prolonged period of time.” Peter drags in another deep breath, eyes falling closed to savor the scent. “Mate,” he practically purrs. Oh.

I'm already obsessed with the magnus knows and alec doesn't au! It's so intriguing! Can I prompt more of it? Anything that strikes your fancy really but I'm so interested in how magnus comes to terms with it and what he does

Hello, I'm happy to hear you've been reading and enjoying my fics! And of course! it seems several people are intrigued by the Magnus knows and Alec doesn't fic, which tbh I wouldn't have even started if it weren't for @allfinehere. But, to answer the "what does Magnus do" (he sort of comes to terms with it, but emotionally he still has to accept it):

It's when he moves back to London that his friends decide to hold an intervention. "You are aware the role of High Warlock demands you to be housed in the area you're overseeing?" One day his oldest friend will lose his gift of making Magnus feel like an unruly child caught sneaking out at night. That day is not today. So, for now, Magnus will lean into the sentiment and act the child. "A good afternoon to you to, my dear cabbage. I see you've found my front door." "I see you're avoiding the subject." "I wasn't actually," Magnus ripostes, sliding past Ragnor to sit on the larger, comfier couch. "If you'd used my door you would have noticed I tied it to my loft in Brooklyn. My clients and warlocks are still able to find me whenever they so please." His act is as convincing as always. Ragnor sees through it as easily as always. "You"ll forgive the meddling, but you haven't been back here since you left Camille," Ragnor tells him plainly, no snarking or sighing to be seen. "You can see how that would worry us." "I'm not going back to her," Magnus says, the words sounding weaker than he'd like them to be. Less truthful than he'd liked them to be. They weren't a lie. Not yet. But. Magnus had considered it. Had considered returning to Camille's known familiarity to avoid thinking about the golden letters now marring his skin. Ragnor catches the hesitation. "I'm calling Catar--" "Don't." Magnus holds out his hand, palm facing Ragnor and fingers spread out towards the ceiling. "Camille and I are in the past," he reiterates, the words coming out more confident this time around. "I'm not planning on going back to her." "Nor were you planning to last time," Ragnor rebukes. His voice has grown softer, that said, his posture relaxing back against the settee he was leaning against, and not poised to open a portal. "I'm aware." Ragnor heaves a deep sigh, relenting. He walks over to sit down opposite from him and summons two cups of tea and a kettle. "What's going on Magnus?" Your magic's pretty. "My soulmate is Maryse Lightwood's son."

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I was tagged by @tinytalkingtina; thanks so much, friend!!! 💛🖤💛

Long time no see! I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing now that I'm going to have more free time on my hands, so I've got quite a few options here to try and get the creative juices flowing:

🔄️- you wanna feel how it feels Ch. 7 - Steddie bodyswap fic

🧠- Tangled Together ‘verse - Steddie bodysharing fic series

💥 - Pre-S4 Steddie as the kids divorced dads

💞 - Crush Confessions Ch. 2

🎓- take me home tonight -a 'party the night before graduation' fic, Steddie with some background Ronance

🍦- Summer of '86 fic, inspired by Conan Gray's "This Song"

⏳- S1!Steve time travels to the future

🧢- post-S5 Kas fic

❓- mystery fic; I'm keeping the idea for this one under wraps, so if you request it, I'll give you a snippet from another fic that you request or at random

Tags and a snippet from the next Steddie bodyswap chapter below the cut:

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3-ish sentences for that WIP! 💘

Here's what I'm working on:

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch 8 - final chapter!)

🏕️ Midsummer Nights (Ch 8)

🏰 Not (A) Cinderella (Story) (Ch 4)

😱 Reverse Bang 1- (secret, but will give you another fic snippet!)

🎨 Fanart (work on an art wip for at least 20 mins and give a fic snippet)

From Fuggi Regal Fantasima:

Over the next few days, Steve kept Dustin's mission to himself. No point getting Eddie's hopes up until they knew for sure. Eddie had enough to worry about with his recovery—the physical therapy exercises the nurses showed him, the careful monitoring of his healing wounds, the frustration of needing help with tasks that used to be simple.

Bit by bit, Eddie got stronger. The improvement was slow but steady—a few more minutes on his feet, a few more steps taken without wincing, a little color returning to his face—not that he had much before.

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ships i'll write for: buckmaddie, jonsa, ghoulcy, cegan, negan/lydia (twd), hannigram, thiam, steter, halecest, kingdon, hucklerobby, darklina (these are my main interests rn, but i will write for any of the ships in my pinned post)

prompts can be from prompt lists, little vague ideas, a word, etc.

Thank you for the ask!💕 (This was a bit long as I got carried away with writing hehe)

Single Father's Day

Liam startled awake again the moment Luna began to slowly wake up and cry, this had been going on for about an hour. He’d wake up to her crying, comfort her any way possible then both fall back asleep until about fifteen minutes pass before she wakes again.

He sighed heavily, walking to her crib and looking down at her as she slightly thrashes in her lying position, eyes closed and crying. “What’s wrong now? You shouldn't be crying so much… it's okay, daddy’s here.” He tried to softly shush her but she just got louder and moved more.

Panic settled into his veins, basically welcome at the point whenever Luna cried or reacted to anything. He quickly checked her diapers and it was completely clean. He already fed her formulated milk and can't feed her more until three hours pass. 

She continued wailing and he slightly whimpered as his anxiety increased, her face was almost red from so much crying and he did everything, ultimately just cradling her and rocking her, attempting to sing her to sleep again.

His own breaths were slightly shaky staring down at his daughter, until the door opened up and he raised his head. Theo walked inside, head of hair messy. “Why’s she crying so much?” He asked groggily, blinking his eyes better and turning on the nightlight as stars shined across the room.

“I-I don't know, I tried everything! She can't stop crying and she's all red… like she can't breathe! What am I supp—” Theo interrupted Liam after assessing the state both of them were in. 

“Hey, shh, calm down… all of this yelling won't make it better.” He reminded him and looked at Luna, still wailing for whatever reason it was. Liam just stared in distraught and continued rocking her jittery almost.

“Have you fed her?” He questioned.

“Obviously!” He whispered, and her pitch raised higher.

Theo bit his inner cheek in thought, calmer than Liam as usual. “Have you tried swaddling her?” He asked another.

Liam knotted his eyebrows together, he’s sworn he's heard of that term before. “What? S-Swaddling?”

“Yes Liam, swaddling… wrapping her tight in a blanket?” He gestured a wrapping movement with a raised eyebrow. Liam looked down at Luna and shook his head, he hadn't thought of that, he always thought that restricting her movements was bad and that she should be free to move.

Theo noticed the way Liam’s eyes drooped from the lack of sleep, so he had to step in. “Hand her over, I’ll do it.” He opened his arms. Liam looked at him in shock.

“Liam, come on.” He whispered in a slight hurry and Liam swallowed, gently letting Theo carry Luna and he carefully set her down in her crib with the cage set down, over a fluffy blanket. Ensuring she won't thrash around too much, Theo gently swaddled her comfortably and not too tight, allowing minor leg movement.

Liam watched from behind, still panicked but now his heart was racing quicker with another added reason. Theo had learned how to swaddle a baby like that, why? It's not like it was some required knowledge anywhere or anytime in his life.

Finally he pulled back and left the swaddled Luna in the crib as she slightly moved now, still crying. Liam’s heart sunk deeper into his gut and he moved closer on instinct but a hand on his arm stopped him from reaching over. “Give it a minute… she's fine.” Theo groggily said, keeping him still.

Liam looked between him and Luna and slowly watched the way she began to calm down and softly coo instead, gradually falling asleep and coming to the realization that swaddling her was the solution. Theo decided to help out with more knowledge, “Being swaddled resembles being in the mother’s womb, which is comforting and calming for her.” He looked at Liam as he sighed heavily in relief and rubbed his tired, uncleansed face.

“Maybe I should swaddle you too, you're about to pass out.” He smirked but Liam was in his feelings, looking back at him with glossy eyes restrained.

Happy WIP Weekend everybody and big bouquets of flowers to @tinytalkingtina @queenofshenanigans and @beingmissbatty for the tags.

I am both working on finishing two fics this weekend and in need of some deep rest, so I won't be taking prompts. However! I will be around a lot, reading here, reading for and working on a personal project, and writing, so:

✉️: Ask me for any fic theory, meta or snippets in any verse I've written in on A03 or anything at all, really. I love stuff like that. Anything goes.