Aries:The high priestess of a coven pre dating written magic. Draped in gold she enchants the tools used to forge the future. From her mountain top she plans the rise and fall of man. Taurus:A young witch who has just stumbled upon her ability. Living alone in the woods she practices making the flowers grow and turning toads to swans. Gemini:A witch from ancient Greece, who rose to political power as more than man or woman with their knack for magic that plays tricks on the eye and hexes for those who opposed them Cancer:A mom living the average middle class life. Her kids no nothing of her wild days past now tucked away in spell books and photo albums. She has an affinity for love spells and charms. Leo:Riding through the desert, a witch long flowing hair tries with shaking legs to stand on her broom going full speed. She feels alive and free as she changes the color of the dust in her wake. Virgo:A librarian from the inner city, this witch has forgotten more about magic than you or I will ever know. She is never tired, time is in her control. Libra:The business men who visit the geisha house leave with empty pockets and no memories. Inside lives a young geisha who has perfected bending the will of those who find her attractive. Luckily everyone does. Scorpio:A swamp witch, draped in fur and black charcoal symbols marking her skin. Her familiar, a crocodile, brings bodies from the swamp so she can give their souls the passing they long for. Sagittarius: Every kid at Lakeside Elementary loves Ms W’s magic shows on Fridays. Especially when she turns into a cat, but that’s only when the other adults aren’t looking. Capricorn: An outlaw in the wild west, this witch lives in a homestead protected by her crows. She tends to her garden and land minding her own. Twenty Graves stand on the property line of the men who tried to get too close Aquarius:Living in a downtown loft apartment, her laptop types away by itself. Working for the news was never this witch’s goal, but it pays the rent until she can gather the materials to summon her army of undead. Pisces:A seaside witch in 1978 the day before her lover died. She calmed the sea and holding her in her arms, she walked on the water into the sunset. And when she could no longer walk, they sank to the bottom, together, to be reborn, together.
A/N: I was so inspired by this gif set of a ‘dark angel” Stiles that I had to write something for it. I’m calling this a drabble because there’s no real plot, but it’s definitely a longggg drabble. lol Thank you to @minhosmeanhoe for editing it, because I’m sure she did. Also I wrote this in like 2 hours so and I will edit it any further tomorrow if need be. lol I couldn’t find the creator of this gif or gifset, but if someone or the creator messages me ! I will be more than happy to tag them and give them credit. But I did not make this gif nor am I the owner of it.
Word count: 2737
Warning: It’s kind of dark and talks about the devil, and there’s smut (;
With the early morning light peeking in through the windows, Stiles loves to photograph Derek while he is sleeping.
Stiles tries to teach Derek to use his camera, but Derek has no clue.
Stiles travels for his job and he can’t fall asleep at night till he talks to Derek.
Derek wears Stiles’ flannel shirts, a little snug, while Stiles is working because he misses him.
Every Sunday Stiles and Derek walk down the street to the coffee shop for brunch. They drink coffee and eat blueberry muffins. …. Sometimes Stiles drinks hot chocolate instead and Derek secretly finds it adorable.
Sunday evening dinners at the sheriff’s house. The sheriff cooks. Derek bakes and brings dessert. Stiles does the dishes while the sheriff and Derek sit on the porch and drink coffee. Stiles loves how well they get along.
Stiles loves the feel of Derek’s beard on his skin.
Derek loves when Stiles wears his glasses.
Derek has restored the Hale House complete with furniture and has opened a section of it to the public as an art gallery and also hosts fundraisers and events there.
Claudia was an artist and one of her paintings hangs in the Hale house. Also Derek gives a Claudia Stilinski scholarship to an art student every year.
Stiles loves the smell of wood and varnish because it reminds him of Derek.
Derek is the one that cooks. On Stiles night to cook, they usually eat take out.
They live in Derek’s loft apartment downtown. Stiles loves the open space, it inspires him and Derek has given stiles the upstairs loft space for his office.
Derek’s shop is below the loft.
There is a little old lady that brings Derek cupcakes every time she brings another piece of furniture for Derek to restore. Derek blushes and Stiles thinks it’s adorable.
Cora lives on the other side of the country, but every Christmas season she flies back to beacon Hills to spend the Holidays with Stiles and Derek.
Every year Cora and Stiles compete to see who can buy Derek the wildest gift.
It was the right thing to do. She couldn’t make Killian sleep on that couch - it was worn with springs that liked to bite you in the ass at the most unexpected moments. And she had a king size bed. Plenty of room.
“Least I can do,” she smiled when he asked again if this was okay, dancing in her doorway with his hip hugging jeans and permanently ruffled hair.
Of course it was. They were roommates, had been for three months now. Craigslist had not failed her for once, providing someone who was neat and gainfully employed. In the time that had lived together in the downtown loft, they had become friends. Amigos. Amis. Etc. But she wasn’t blind. It didn’t hurt that he was just about the hottest man she had even came across. With an achingly beautiful face and a set of manners that would make the most suspicious mother swoon and beg him to marry their daughter. Far too good for anyone as messed as up her.
She tucked that thought away as she dove into the bathroom to change, leaving him to get under the covers. The party had been to celebrate his birthday. It had been deemed a success when her friends had really gotten along with his friends. So good that his best mate was now getting friendly with her best friend in his room. She couldn’t wait to tease Mary Margaret come the morning. Her friend rarely did anything that spontaneous so she knew this must be something special. That realization sent a little pang of longing for her own special someone to her heart. It had been a long time since Walsh and he’d turned out to be such a cliched asshole that she’d well and truly climbed back into her shell when it came to men.
Soooo, I made a line-up of the Skeley Bros for my Kustard AU that I am now calling City Bones. (Feet and Inches)
I figure that it would be about 20yrs after the classic bros came to the surface and in the past 10 or so years, the other universes started merging with this one. First was the Swap universe, then the Swapfell, and the Fell universe was last.
Welcome back to the story lovelies! Thanks for all the love and encouragement along the way! If you are new to the fic, catch up HERE. Over 3000 words this time, sorry for such long posts, but I love love LOVE you guys for reading it! ************************************
Tony read the poem at least a dozen times before refolding it and putting it back in his suit jacket pocket. He hadn’t stopped smiling since the letter had been delivered that morning, hadn’t even left his desk yet. Couldn’t even think of what he wanted to say back to his soldier. In fact, Tony could barely string a thought together, so he just sat at his desk and grinned like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
It was kind of disgusting.
And he loved it.
“Tony!” Pepper snapped, sticking her lovely red head into his office for the eighth or ninth time in so many minutes. “You have a meeting RIGHT NOW. How many times– are you reading that letter again? Who is it from? What on earth?” She rubbed her forehead. “Look. I’m glad the pen pal program helped you through rehab, I am. Really. But you still have a company to run! So if you would just–”
“I’m coming!” Tony jumped up, waving his arms. “I’m coming. You know, Pepper I should just give the company to you. You care about it more than I do.”
“Don’t joke about that Tony.” She warned, and he stopped walking, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her soundly on the lips.
“I’m not actually joking. Let’s talk about it okay? Later. I can’t be late to this meeting.” With a quick wave of his hand he disappeared into the boardroom.
Imagine: Cuddling with Logan after spending a night with him
and he gets vulnerable with you.
Soft rays entered the
room, lighting up the evidence of clothing from the night before. You squirmed
as the soft light hit your face, the events from the night before slowly
starting to race through your brain. That and the feeling of a scruffy bed
softly nuzzling your shoulders and your neck. You smiled as you felt a hand
softly caress up your exposed back, the feeling sending goosebumps up your
When you had surprised Logan at his company party that
evening, you were shocked at how excited he had been to see you. Sure you had
been talking to him for more than a year now, you both teasing at the fact that
you liked each other, but Logan could never commit to getting to serious with
you. Every time you had bought it up he immediately withdrew to himself,
avoiding you for days after.
That night, however, he had proudly boasted you on his arm,
bragging of your accomplishments in the archaeological field to his colleagues.
He showed you off and, after many drinks, had convinced you to stay at his
downtown loft for the evening. It wasn’t until you both had become comfortable
on his couch that his hands had strayed up your thighs and the next thing you
knew you were here, lying in his bed.
You kept your eyes closed as his breath tickled your face,
not sure if you were ready to face him.
“Y/N,” he whispered softly in your ear. “Are you awake?”
“Mmmhmm.” You mumbled, turning your head to face him.
“Hey sleepyhead.” You opened an eye, catching his smile
hidden behind his thick mane of hair. You closed your eyes again, trying to
ignore him as he nuzzled you for attention.
“I’m up, I’m up.” You mumbled, trying to contain the grin you
knew was growing on your face. You opened both your eyes to see him smiling
back at you, and though you didn’t want to ruin the moment you couldn’t help
but ask, “I thought you didn’t want to try this? You and I sleeping together. You
and I being more than friends.”
“It’s not that I didn’t want to sleep with you. “ he looked
at you kow, his dark eyes bearing into your own. “I just don’t know if I’m
capable of loving you like you deserve.”
You were surprised to hear him admit this – it was always a
theory you had rolled around in your head. You never thought it would be true.
“Logan…” you began but his mouth was on yours again,
sweeping you up in another kiss. It wasn’t long before he rolled on top of you,
your bodies intertwining once more.
“You can try to convince yourself that you’re not capable of
love Logan but the truth is you’re afraid to.” You manage out as his lips trail
from your mouth down to your neck. He stops kissing you for a second, locking
eyes with you as you tenderly pushing a strand of hair from his brow.
“Let me love you like you deserve.” You managed through your
lips, and he looked away from you.
“Y/N you don’t understand what I’m capable of. I don’t want
to end up like him…”
You knew instinctively that he was referencing his father
and you forced him to look back at you.
whispered, wiping a tear from his face. “If you allow me to love you like you
deserve than you will learn how to love me in all the ways you don’t think you are
capable of giving.”
His mouth slammed down on yours, kissing you with an urgency
that you didn’t know was possible. He grabbed your hands, putting them above
your head as he mumbled against your breast, “I’ll just have to work on proving
that to both of us.”
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