𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑔𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓌 ⏤ ☾ *quote tbd* ☽ ⏤ In which a child of the moon and sun meets a hero with a heart of gold. Or in which Willa Asteria isn't the only one in Metropolis living a double life. ⏤ ❍ - superman 2025 ( + attempting to be comic lore accurate ) [ inter-identity love-square, coworkers to lovers ] *third person pov*

- Book Four - They survived Woodsboro. They survived Windsor. They survived Los Angeles. They survived the stories written about them. Now the devil they know is coming back for the ending. Svea Mercer, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher were never meant to walk away clean. They were never meant to be anything but footnotes in someone else's horror franchise. But history doesn't stay buried. Especially when someone decides to rewrite it. A new Ghostface rises, obsessed not with copying the rules, but breaking them. Not with victims, but with them. The survivors. The originals. The monsters who lived. As the body count climbs and the past is dragged back into the light, Svea, Billy, and Stu are forced to confront what happens when the narrative turns against its creators. When the line between hunter and hunted dissolves. When love becomes both armor and liability. This isn't about redemption. This isn't about innocence. This is about control. About choosing who you are when the mask comes off. About loving the devil you know, because the unknown is worse. Because the scariest thing isn't the killer in the mask. It's the one who already knows how the story ends and decides to change it anyway. A Stu Macher X OC X Billy Loomis story

- Book Three - The story was supposed to be finished. The killers were dead. The survivors were crowned. The narrative was sealed, packaged, and sold. But monsters don't disappear just because someone writes The End. In the aftermath of Windsor, the truth fractures. The past refuses to stay buried, and the line between author, architect, and executioner begins to blur. Someone is watching. Someone is rewriting. And someone believes they finally understand how the story is supposed to go. They're wrong. Billy, Stu, and Svea are no longer reacting to the narrative. They're ahead of it. Sharper. Closer. More dangerous than ever. Their bond deepens into something unshakable and unrepentant, built on trust, violence, devotion, and the shared knowledge of exactly who they are. This isn't a redemption arc. This isn't about guilt. And it's certainly not about becoming better people. It's about ownership. Of the story. Of the blood. Of each other. As copycats rise, truths unravel, and the final architect steps into the light, one thing becomes brutally clear: You can't control monsters who know the rules and choose to break them anyway. The story isn't over. It's just finally honest. A Stu Macher X OC X Billy Loomis story

- Book Two - Woodsboro was only the beginning. After the massacre, the world believes it knows the truth. The survivors. The story. The ending. But Svea Mercer, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher know better. As they leave Woodsboro behind, they carry their secrets with them. Along with the hunger that started it all. When a new killer emerges and familiar rules resurface, it becomes clear that the past isn't done with them yet. Someone is watching. Someone is learning. Someone wants in. In a city that promises reinvention, Svea discovers that you don't escape what you are-you refine it. And when the devil asks you to dance, refusing is no longer an option. Because sequels aren't about survival. They're about escalation. A Stu Macher X OC X Billy Loomis story

You, Katrina Sparks, are a paramedic. Your cool demeanor, accurate assessments and unorthodox treatments catch Robby's attention first then Jack's. It doesn't hurt that you're stunning. But they can't be distracted by you when they have been not so patiently waiting for their third soulmate. The name that's been scrawled across Robby's ribs and Jack's thigh forever. But damn are you tempting. This fic depicts a three-way soulmate bond between two males and one female. If this will bother you do not read. This story features a named reader. You are still you, you just have the name I gave you. I do not even pretend this is close to medically accurate. complete at 60k

- Book One - In the quiet town of Woodsboro, nothing is ever as innocent as it seems. When Svea Mercer moves from Boston, she's determined to leave her past behind. The blood, the secrets and the rage. But when she meets Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, two boys as magnetic as they are dangerous, she discovers something darker than friendship. Together they share a bond forged in pain, sharpened by revenge and sealed in blood. As the murders begin and the masks come on, Svea's façade starts to crack. Behind every scream lies a secret, behind every story, a lie. Because the devil doesn't always wear horns. Sometimes, it wears a smile. A Stu Macher X OC X Billy Loomis story

[ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ] ❛𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡.❜ They planned it perfectly, right down to the last drop of blood. The victims were chosen, the disguise purchased, and the phone calls scripted. But what they didn't account for was you. Desperate to keep you alive while still going through with their initial plan, the Ghostface killers become obsessed with making you their final girl. {𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏} Highest Rankings: - #1 in Billy Loomis - #1 in Stu Macher - #1 in Horror/Romance - #1 Scream - #1 in Slasher - #1 in Ghostface

No Ai! ✊ ✨ PUBLISHED IN PAPERBACK!!! ✨ The chambers of Loki Odinson have always been off-limits to everyone, including the staff of Asgard Palace---that is until Y/N. ___ After a brief encounter with the youngest son of Odin, Y/N---a lowly cleaner of The Palace---is anonymously promoted to Loki's housemaid, where she learns of his quiet nature and artistic talent. Slowly, their relationship evolves from professional to not-quite-so, when the prince asks Y/N to pose for one of his paintings. ___ 💘 Really cute fluff 🔞Steamy scenes 🔥 Slow burn ❄️ Loki's Jötunn form 🪄Magic ⚔️Adventure (eventually) 🤎 Cottage core + classic lit writing style 🚫 NO PREGNANCY (stop asking!!!) ___ 🔞 FOR THOSE JUST LOOKING FOR SMUT, skip to: Part one: 🔥Chapter 31 🔥Chapter 32 Part Two: 🔥Chapter 11 🔥 Chapter 27/8 sort of? 🎉 PART ONE of this book is now published in paperback! 📚 More information inside! 🎉 NO AI GUARANTEE! I promise that I will never and have never used artificial intelligence (apart from the spelling checker that comes with Word) to write my stories. This entire book came from my human brain, and the source material (Marvel) of which it's based (also thought up by humans). Thank you for supporting human art 🩷

"I could walk away... but where's the fun in that?" (Y/N) was pretty sure she hadn't been hit by Truck-kun. No dramatic isekai moment, no ominous white room-just went to sleep in her bed and woke up in a gilded mansion with a weird, glowy bracelet stuck on her wrist. Cool. Normal Tuesday. Oh, and bam-now she's trapped in a world where K-pop idols hunt demons (and also, apparently, are demons). "Well, at least I'm rich now," she mused, running a hand over the velvet drapes of her new (unwanted) palace. The problem? She didn't sign up for this. The bigger problem? The demons are ridiculously hot (fight me). The biggest problem? She might've accidentally... kinda... sorta... wanted to help them? "Mamma mia." A slow grin spread across her face as she eyed the chaos outside her window-hunters chasing shadows, demons smirking from rooftops, and a certain mysterious old woman's words echoing in her mind. "You know what? Screw the plot. Let the games begin."

Years before the Siege of Ba Sing Se, General Iroh discovers a young girl among the remains of a decimated Water Tribe village. Raised in the heart of the Fire Nation, she grows close to the young crown prince and accompanies him and Iroh on their adventures. ________________________________________________________________________________ **This is an old story I had written in my head years ago when the series was still on Nickelodeon, and most of what I had originally written out was dialogue, so I apologize for any lack of detail or imagery-I don't have much time to devote to it as I'd like. I've read quite a few fanfic stories out there and this one isn't very good in comparison, but I'll post it for others who might find it entertaining--it was certainly entertaining to write. Also, I understand a lot of readers don't like stories that follow canon. This one does follow the show for the most part, but eventually digresses, follows, and digresses again. Disclaimer: I own nothing of the world of ATLA, although a few characters were seriously harmed (or killed) in the imagining of this fictional story.