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This is the first fic I have ever written so it might be not very good but it is my contribution to the fandom as we wait for season 3. Feedback of any kind is gladly appreciated :)
Norman Osborn wants the perfect son, and who could be better for that job than Peter Parker?
Hi, this was the first fan fiction that I had ever written. It is the first part in a series that is ongoing. I posted it back in April, but I wanted to link it here to see if I might get a few more views. Thanks for reading my post.
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My first fanfiction (Published)
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Last Hours Series - Cassandra Clare, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alastair Carstairs & Thomas Lightwood Characters: Alastair Carstairs, Thomas Lightwood, Anna Lightwood, Christopher Lightwood, Ariadne Bridgestock Additional Tags: AlastairxThomas, Thomas/Alastair, Alastair Deserves Happiness, anna lightwood - Freeform, lightstairs - Freeform, Interrupted, Cassandra Clare - Freeform, gay and lesbian solidarity, Lightwoods helping Lightwoods Summary:
A little fic based off of the unidentified snippet Cassie posted. Potential Spoilers for Chain of Gold? I’m not sure what is considered a spoiler.
Hey guys, I’m starting an original project called To Kill A Sun, a book I’ve started writing. I’ll leave the synopsis down below, and if you enjoy, you can find it under the username AnOdeToMarch on Wattpad! Chapter one is already out! Thank you, and all is much appreciated!
Weakened by the divine stark power that runs through his veins, seventeen-year-old Prince Lauraus Yuan-Sana spends his days away in the dilapidated halls of his Citadel. As the rightful heir to throne of Helios with a sickly demeanor, Laura remained diverted from the path of the crown, his High Court steering the reigns of his nation in place of the King and Queen. A Shadow Government, parading the breaths their beloved rulers no longer took since the day of their Prince's eclipsed-strung birth. He possessed the cursed abilities of mass ruination. Should his mortal form perish, his death would ignite a raging inferno and consume the horizon.
Yet amidst the burdens of his sun-soaked fate, Lauraus had found comfort and companionship in his childhood friend and personal Knight, Demure Tagum. Tall and muscular and sweet like toffee, Demure has loyally guarded the Prince since the ripe age of ten. Though only three years Demure's junior, Laura has come to rely on the introspective Knight's gentle strength and reliable counsel.
However, as threats to Lauraus's divine birthright emerge, he must learn to become hardened by the raging flames of the world or risk losing all that he holds dear to him in disastrous cataclysm. With Demure by his side, Laura will embark on a trial by fire and ardent, divine devotion to reclaim his throne in the unlikely, and discover if his love for his noble protector can overcome the curses of godhood that threaten to destroy them all.
Waiting for them to come home
Just imagining you are waiting for them to come home, for the love of your life, your hubby, your boyfriend, your best bud and mate to come home again after a mission. And he is way overdue, like, the date he had given you is gone by now, two days, three days over and you wait. You barely leave the house, you have a warm meal ready to be served, a slowcooked meal that you only need to warm up to have ready, the bed is freshly made and clean, the house cleaned (even those pesky corners underneath the table). And you wait.
You fall asleep on the Couch every night, listening for the frontdoor to squeak, or a key to slink into the hole.
You fall asleep as he finally comes home, too exhausted from worrying to wake up.
Price would smile at you, shaking his head as he tries to be silent, footfalls heavy on the carpet as he toes of his boots and sets down his gear, before coming closer to the couch. He would stroke over your hair gently, thumb tracing along your cheek. When you do not wake, he will so very carefully pull you into his arms, blanket and all, and carry you up the stairs into your shared bed. He will take a shower first though before joining you in bed, holding you close through the night.
Ghost, is as silent as his namesake, footsteps making no noise as he closes in on your still form on the couch. He stares at you for minutes, drinking in your sleeping and relaxed form before leaning down to press his forehead to yours for a second, waiting to see if you wake up. But you dont, so he lifts you into his arms and carries you upstairs. Will not take a shower, just wants to be with you, so he lays you on top of his chest, arms crossed over your back as you sleep on, your forehead against his neck. He can feel your heartbeat, your warmth seeping into his bones as he relaxes slowly.
Gaz will gently set down his gear and kneel in front of the couch, observing your sleeping form with tenderness for a few minutes. He will reach out, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you up. 'Darling, wake up. Come on, couch will give you a bad ache in your neck, come on get up'. Is persistent to wake you until you are blinking blearily at him. Will help you up the stairs towards the bedroom and slide underneath the covers with you, as he had already showered at base so he could keep you in his arms right from the start. Will be asleep in minutes with you, curled along your back as a big spoon, his face pressed into your hair.
Soap, is not as silent as he wants as he enters the apartment, gear thunking to the floor as he curses out the corner of the doorframe he always bumps into. Finds you asleep on the couch and doesnt think much about carrying you up the stairs or waking you up. He will simply flop right on top/beside you, cuddling close, kissing your forehead as he shimmies and shifts with you, until you are both wedged over, against and into the couch in a knot of human limbs and cozy blankets. Will be asleep in seconds, snoring softly into your ear. You will both wake up with aching limbs but warm.