
I plan to write stories full of magic and lust, be it fanfiction or original. I want to create worlds of where you can get off and be entertained. Welcome to Storytime.
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Ficweaver - Storytime

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Reblog if you've ever read a fic that was better than published books
This is the best thing ever







that one time peter had an entire conversation with derek’s eyebrows

Title: Buffy's Superfamily.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Avengers (Marvel).
Pairing(s): Buffy Summers/Angel, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark.
Rating: Mature.
Chapter: 1/?.
Summary: Receiving a call that his daughter is missing, Tony Stark quickly leaps into action to help find his daughter. After learning that she’s been fighting a war of her own, Tony learns just how special Buffy Summers-Stark and her friends really are.
Oh my gods! This would make an excellent story!

Phoenix! Stiles Steter AU Aesthetic:
“Stiles! Come on, Stiles, get up,” Peter yells, but it’s too late. There, in a heap, is his beloved boyfriend. Stiles had thrown himself in front of Peter, protecting him from a magic blast of energy.
And now he’s gone.
Angry tears cloud his vision, and he wolfs out. Claws, fangs, and a bit of fur reveal itself when he charges, enraged that someone has once again taken something—someone—he loved and destroyed it.
Right as he’s about to slash open the witch’s throat, he hears a crackle that stops him in his tracks. Peter sees flames rising in the corner of his eye, and he almost drops the witch.
There stands Stiles, almost as if he’s back to the dead, now with flames enveloping him and ash piled at his feet.
He kills the witch as almost an afterthought, staring at Stiles in wonder. Fire terrifies him, but with Stiles he knows no flame will ever hurt him again.
Peter hugs Stiles, feeling the fire envelop him as well but instead of burning he feels a sense of safety.
“Why do you look so sad, creeperwolf? You know you could never get rid of me.”
“Good,” Peter sighs against Stiles’s throat.