Posting here for reference purposes, this is a home-made necklace made by my OC, Calamy, for Bob’s OC, Bassi. It is a bottle cap with that shape carved into it and carefully shaped, and a leather strap with wooden beads decorating it.
Fresh-fallen snow masked both their steps, muted the world in a gray blanket above and the white quiet below. It seemed to be always snowing in Merinesse.
Lil turned her face to the sky, blue eyes following the new snowflakes in their descent. It was snowing the first time she arrived here with Rono, too. She remembered that crazed and bloodied ascent. Her hand still had faint scars from the glass vial.
Cal faced her from a large expanse of snow. With the sky overcast, and the peculiar shadow-less lighting, it was almost just like old times. The only thing missing was the heat.
Stiles may have lost his job and his place as Alan’s Mastery student, but at least his former teacher had the decency to set up an introduction to Peter Hale, werewolf and necromancer.
It looked like Stiles wasn’t as done forming impossible infatuations on his teachers as he thought.
(At least this time he’s legal.)
So far, it’s my longest fic. It’s also my love letter to tropes and urban fantasy. A lot of work has gone into writing and research and everything about this story. I have a sequel planned. I don’t know how it all happened.
Peter always thought it was ironic how triumph smelled just a like pretty boy crying in his lap.
The first porn fic I wrote in what was probably 12 or 13 years. It’s not the best thing I’ve written, but it was the fic that made me feel like I could write in a new fandom. Besides, any contribution to the omorashi fics in fandom is a good thing.
For the space and time of each meeting, they’re in love. During those hours, Stiles can trust Peter not to hurt him in ways he didn’t ask. The rest of the time, they’re barely even friends.
This was the first time I was able to use my mania to complete a project. In fact, it was the first fic I finished that was longer than 5k. I think? I grew a lot while writing this, and I’ve grown more since. There are definitely several things I’d change if I wrote this now, but I’m still proud of myself for writing it. This was the fic that made me feel like maybe I could finish things—an experience I really needed at the time.