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pseudowho · 3 months

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Deadly Nightshade

(help me find the Suguru artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

A Suguru Geto "sex pollen" fic.

Suguru swallows an aphrodisiac curse, and finds the reader when his entanglement becomes too much to bear.

Warnings: *MONSTERFUCKING*, Loss of control (Suguru), rough but consensual, throat-fucking, Suguru's cursed technique...but sexy, tentacle shibari, cum as cure

(AU!Adult Suguru who never left Jujutsu High timeline)

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"Will be late home. It's a big one. Go to sleep without me, baby. You'll be tired."

Suguru finished tapping, looking up to the abandoned industrial site with wary interest, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He felt beckoned into this concrete jungle in a way he found unsettling; the Curse was clearly disguising its true potential, hiding in plain sight...but calling in back-up (likely Nanami or Higuruma at this time of day) would only put them at risk. And, they were tired.

With an internal spiteful sting at having lost his evening with you, which Suguru suppressed, black eyes flat and expressionless, he stepped onwards into the plunging lush foliage and exposed steel beams.

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Suguru's apologetic text filled you with disappointed longing. Loneliness and worry quashed your appetite. All your hopes and plans for a soft, touch-filled evening curled up on the sofa with him, were wiped.

Sighing, lovelorn and resigned, you took yourself to bed, your face snuffled into Suguru's pillow and the soft-spiced smell of him, to lull you into sleep.

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Suguru staggered through the door, leaning back to close it, gasping, sweating, clawing his jacket and shirt off his body. He burned from within, like the nine circles of hell.

After swallowing the curse, the roiling forest had disappeared with it...but Suguru soon felt its many limbs stretching within him, caressing the deepest parts of him, blighting him with this ungodly pain--

--no...not pain, Suguru thought vaguely, now naked except for his hakama, beads of sweat dripping from chest to belly as he teetered towards the bathroom. White-knuckled hands clasped the sink-- Suguru caught himself in the mirror, ripples of desire thrumming through him with every frantic beat of his heart, his raven hair free of its tie and framing febrile eyes--

Suguru retched, his shoulders heaving with exertion, retching again, his rigid cock crushed against his thigh as he collapsed forwards, seeping pre-cum and shaking and moaning, thinking of you in your bed you in your bed you in your bed--

Out of control I'm out of control got to take it back got to--

Something in Suguru snapped.

The lights flickered out one by one, from bathroom to corridor, as an eldritch forest clawed its way back out of him.

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You awoke in a fever dream, your sigh condensing and hanging heavy and humid in the earthy hushhushhush of a tropical forest, teeming with life.

What a strange dream, you thought. You did not notice how this set you apart from true dreamers, who would not find anything unusual about waking on a bed of moss and monstera. The duvet felt warm and springy with foliage beneath your fingertips, your toes, your body.

You had slept, and these uncanny tropics had grown up around you. Not one surface was free of queerly animated vines, yawning tropical flowers, and thick verdant leaves. Unable to see where one room began and another ended, your little home suddenly stretched for miles and closed in on you all at once.

You stepped gingerly off the bed, your feet settling on dewy leaves, splitting the fine low mist that clouded there. As you stepped to the doorway, you did not feel the hissing black tendrils, more creature of the deep than plant, that reached longingly after your feet.

Led only by curious patches of bioluminescence, eerie and golden, you moved to the living room, blinking, certain you were ill. A familiar voice, soft and dangerous, came forth from the shadows.

"You're awake. Good. I'd have fucked you while you slept, but they wanted you squirming."

With a gasp and a cry, you felt yourself become intangibly bound and suspended, feeling the rush of smooth tendrils snaking around your chest and bare thighs, wrists and ankles. Wrists tied behind your back, and legs folded up until your heels touched the backs of your thighs, your legs spread, you hung at face level to Suguru, who stalked out from a patch of hazy light.

Suguru had always held a haunting grace, a soft, untouchable masculinity, an unwavering abstract sensitivity. But, approaching you now, his black eyes were flat, sharklike, predatory. He had not hunted you, but had, instead, waited for you on the outskirts of his web.

In only his hakama, fine black tendrils tattooed his skin, animating him as he panted, desperate and sweating. The tendrils seemed to be soothing him, stroking, constantly moving over his rigid cock, his chest, his throat. As your own tendrils began to offshoot from the black wet-velvet vines that bound you, creeping under your clothes, circling round your nipples and creeping towards your core, a whimper broke free from your throat.

"Shhhhh, shh, shh, I need you wet if you're gonna do this for me, sweetheart."

Suguru stepped to you as if you catch your voice in his hands, sliding one finger into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. He shivered in contrary to the inferno inside him, gripping his weeping cock with a roughened moan. As Suguru stroked your tongue, he reached down to undo his hakama, letting the coiling vines pull them from his body.

Suguru pressed against you now, lifting your top so he could rut his weeping cock against your belly, still examining your mouth with his fingers. You felt them tremble against your tongue. The last shreds of your Suguru were the only thing holding him back from taking you with bruising force. The vines coiled through your top, your underwear, shredding, removing, until you were naked, suspended, entwined.

Suguru's black eyes feasted on you, one hand stroking his cock with an iron grip, pre-cum wetting his fingers, and the other hand grazing over you, stroking the peaks of your breasts, your ribs, slipping between your puffy lips to see how ready you were for him. Carnal instinct took over, and he pressed himself back against you, his cock leaping in his hand.

Suguru shivered again, skin to skin with you. He knew, instinctively, that the itch at the base of his skull would not-- could not-- become dormant until he had completely spent himself inside you.

"You know I wouldn't ask more of you than I know you can take," Suguru cooed, soft and persuasive against your lips. You felt a tendril slip over your mound, slipping between your wet folds and coiling snugly around your clit, massaging it, rolling it. You mewled into Suguru's mouth, and he swallowed it down hungrily, kissing your sighs and whimpers off your lips.

"Oh fuck, baby-- you feel so wet--"

With a jolt, you realised that Suguru's hands clasped you by the hips, nowhere near your core.

"You can't feel tha-- how can you--" Suguru bit your lip, punishingly hard and you squeaked as the tendril that pleasured you so tenderly squeezed your clit in reprimand, simultaneously.

"They're mine," Suguru hissed, "just like every godforsaken curse I swallow," and he pulled you lower so your core settled on his cockhead, the vines acting in symbiosis with him to drag your thighs apart, "just like you're mine. And you'll help me...won't you?"

You felt a thicker tendril snake up the inside of your thigh, ghosting at your entrance. With savage force and a growl of warning, Suguru ripped it aside, pressing his cockhead inside you just enough to prevent any other intrusions.

Suguru's orgasm hit him with obscene force and he collapsed into you, stuttering his hips just once, before cumming with a shout, his seed spattering into your entrance and puffy lips, dripping down your bound thighs in thick white streams. Suguru's moans elongated into staccato whimpers, before descending into a hiss of unbridled rage.

"That did fucking nothing," he growled, tangling his fingers into your hair, yanking your head to the side, sinking his sharp canines into the front of your throat. His cockhead still leapt just inside you, spurting weak trickles of cum, and Suguru almost cried to feel absolutely no relief from the burning need throbbing through his body.

You felt the vines squeeze around you, your nipples clamped and rolled until tears filled your eyes with ethereal blurred lights. Suguru reached his long arms behind you, grasping the tops of your shoulders to slam you down against him, impaling you, gasping and wildly overstimulated, onto his cum-lubricated cock.

The tendril rolling and flicking over your clit picked up speed, and you came, twisting against your restraints, crying Suguru's name. Suguru stared hungrily down to where he bottomed out in your pussy, watching and feeling it clench around his cock with shuddering bliss.

As the tendrils continued to work on your nipples and clit, your pleasure becoming frantic and painful, making you squirm and pull away from them, Suguru landed a stinging slap to your arse.

"Fucking take it. What good are you if you can't milk this thing out of me? More." Suguru lifted you just once, cruelly slamming you down again, warning you against your squirming, needing beyond need for you to clench around him again.

"Suguru-- please-- it's too much--" Your needy cries broke off into agonal gasps as you came again and Suguru's head dropped back, jaw slack as he felt your pussy clench and contract, sucking cum from him, surely enough to relieve him, surely--

"No, I-- no--" he panted, his eyes frantic, watching his seed leak out of you, now floppy and malleable in your corseting vines. Digging both hands into his hair, scratching at his own scalp, then moving his fingertips to his tongue to suck them with a ragged groan, Suguru grasped at straws for any stimulation to purge him of this monstrous need.

As he gripped himself, clutching and agonised, his eyes feverish, you could only moan stunted little moans as the vines around you lifted and dropped you, thrusting you savagely onto Suguru's length, still impossibly hard. You leaned forwards, kissing Suguru with urgency, trying to claw him back to you as his vines fucked you against him. He nipped at you, biting, no longer the gentle man you knew.

"Not hard enough-- shit, you can-- can do better than that--"

Finding some strength again, Suguru's hands dropped to your hips, kneading the plush fat there, trying to squeeze you around him, and he added to the strength of his vines, lifting and slamming you back onto him.

So lost were you both in chasing his release, neither of you noticed the forest around you gradually withering, fading and dying. The bioluminescence waxed and waned, throwing strange, marionette shadows around the room.

You were thankful for the embrace of the vines, unable to count how many times you had peaked from the constant stimulation of vines, masturbating you while Suguru kept your cunt and belly constantly filled. Suguru gasped and murmured into your neck, all unintelligible, unreasonable demands of you, and pleas for release.

As Suguru came with a ragged cry again, filling your aching pussy to the sound of wet, squelching thrusts, you felt the tendrils around your breasts and clit wither away, leaving your buds swollen and tender.

Suguru could barely stand, supported by a few remaining vines, still staring into you, so hungry but so spent. You felt him pull his cock out of you, dripping with his own seed, and you cried out to feel his cock replaced by a thick-tipped vine, pressing against your cervix, shunting his seed up into your belly.

Suguru's eyes rolled back to feel this bizarre vicarious pleasure, lazily letting the vine thrust his cum back into you, as the others twisted you, tilting so your back was parallel to the floor, your head tipped back, mouth level with his cock, still so red and aching.

"Is your throat tighter than your pussy?" Suguru pondered aloud, drunk and swaying with divine ecstasy as he fingered the sides of your jaw, slapping his cockhead against your lips and tongue. When you stuck out your tongue invitingly, swiping its tip across Suguru's slit, he gasped, shuddering and gritting his teeth.

"Let's find out," Suguru hissed, sliding his cock into your mouth, letting you taste your combined arousal, before thrusting with an injured moan into your throat, squeezing you, feeling the ridges of his cock move inside you as you gagged around him.

Pulling out enough to let you breathe, Suguru gripped you by the head and neck, grunting as he rutted into you, his pleasure doubled by his vine fucking his cum back into your pussy. Suguru's eyes fixed, fascinated, on the wet slip of this extra appendage inside you, how you reflexively humped against it as if it was his cock, how you mewled and whimpered at its intrusive tenderness.

As you twitched and shuddered, convulsing with overstimulation, Suguru came for the last time in a soundless gasp, his knees almost buckling beneath him as wave after wave of please rolled through him, washing away the dreadful, burning itch running through his brain and spine, leaving him exhausted, but finally un-fogged, finally in control.

With little warning, you were released from your bounds, and Suguru caught you, cradling you against him, and lowering you with a fractured groan to the floor. He sunk onto you, his mouth on your neck in prayer, kissing and soothing, blessing you with his relief.

"Would've died," he insisted, kissing your hair, your eyes, your nose, spooning you against him as the last remnants of this unwelcome forest embered away, rising like ashes on rising heat to fade into the night, "would've died-- died if you hadn't--"

You shushed Suguru, plaiting his fingers with yours across your chest as he shivered and heaved against you.

"Not...not your fault," you yawned, leaning into his kisses, "but like I keep telling you...you can't eat all of your problems away." Suguru laughed softly, nuzzling you.

"No...can fuck them away though, apparently."

Sticky and intertwined together on the floor, Suguru surveyed the cracked floorboards, the walls rended by vines, and trickles of damp running down from the ceiling. Lips puckering in dread against your neck, Suguru whispered.

"What, uhm...what do we tell the home insurance company?"

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By far the most unhinged thing I've ever written. I'll see myself out.

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naffeclipse · 4 months

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What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

#i'm not normal about nagas #this is great because in the naga au with sun and moon #eclipse isn't a naga so this gives me my fix of naga eclipse #just augh #love these monsters #anyways he's gonna squeeze you and love you and you are just so lucky he finds you adorable he could just eat you up (not really but ya kno #he has plans for lovely little you #he's going to show you so many cool creatures like pink river dolphins and big big BIG floating meadows and the best brightest birds!#he's also gonna try to get you to eat vermits and promise that he'll protect you when you get sluggish after eating #and you have to explain that your metabolism is very different from his but then you get to see him sluggish and sleepy after he eats #(whoops that means extra long cuddles for you and boy does he like to take long naps and wrap you up tight so you don't go anywhere)#apex polarity #<<< just tagging for the same characterization of Orclipse and photographer y/n #but i am calling this:#blackwater lure #naga!eclipse #photographer!reader #naff writing #the serpent den

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http-finnick · 9 months

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𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤.𝐨

finnick x fem!reader soulmate!au

summary: |soulmate!au, finnicks!pov|as the act of beetees plan grows near, you and finnick discover that you are each other's soulmates and can talk telepathically. (blue quotations mean they are talking telepathically)

requested: hi 🩵 could you pls write a finnick x reader with the telepathy soulmate au? They could be in the games and they don’t know they’re soulmates but finnick starts to figure it out and starts trying to keep her safe. Maybe he tells her after the games when they’re safe in district 13? Thank you!! I’ve missed your writing!

I walk over to her, sand crunching with each step as relish in my newly dried suit. you're sitting off to the side, ripping a fish to bits with your teeth.

"hungry?" I tease, sitting down next to you as you roll your eyes

"just enjoying our main food source before we completely ruin it." you smile at him. he knows you're not fond of the plan, but, it's already been decided.

"maybe focus on all the capitol food you'll be eating once the careers are gone" I grin at her as she snorts a laugh

"you think I'm getting out of this?" you say before taking another bite

of course you are is held back on my tongue, after haymitch sent the bread today, I'm very hopeful with the plan.

so instead I settle on "we'll see" but before I can speak, my hearing begins to weaken.

my ears rang as you turned to me, your mouth moving but I can't hear anything. your head whips back over to the jungle as my voice echoes

"what?"

and suddenly my hearing is back to normal.

"hm? oh, it's just Johanna trying to give us a heart attack" you wave your hand to the jungle, I see Johanna with the spile and some shells and I turn back to you

I retrace my steps. hearing goes out, can't move my mouth, my voice seems louder...

either I just had a stroke or I'm going to.

"you want a piece?" you pass the fish towards me, I shake my head no

"k, well I'm gonna get some rest. we have a big job tonight." you push yourself off the sand and walk towards the woven mats and I'm left completely puzzled.

how could you hear me?

my body stretches and pops as yours does the same, napping until go-time was probably not a good idea as I feel sleep still tugging my eyes

the sun is getting low as we move toward the jungle, you're as eager as ever, hopping in front of me as you take the lead.

we keep walking and I'm feeling my calves burn as I crush the vines under me, sweat is soaking me completely and that's when my hearing starts to go out again

I look up to see you quickly patting your ear, its happening to you to.

during this I remember how katniss said something similar, we must be too close to the forcefield. you're too close to the forcefield

"Y/n come back down with us" I feel as though I'm yelling, my head echoing my words as my thoughts are left empty

"I'm fine finnick, quit your worrying." as you talk my hearing comes back and everyone in the group stops in their tracks. you, no longer hearing leaves crunch, you turn back with confusion all over your face

"what?" you ask plainly, I'm threatening to ask the same thing but judging from the reactions everyone gives you, I opt out.

"are you feeling alright?" beetee asks, now I'm studying your face to see if anythings out of the ordinary

"yes? what's the issue?" you snap, coming down a few steps towards beetee as he leans into katniss' ear

"could be heat stroke" he whispers and before I know it everything slaps me in my face

when our hearing goes...

we can only hear each other.

hearing goes out for both of us, no thoughts passing through, and we can only hear each other.

we're soulmates.

I turn to look at you to see if you've figured it out but your hand is resting on your knife as you stare at the 4 people questioning your sanity

"no!" I rush my words out, and everyone turns to me as I struggle to make up a reason to explain

"it's something from 4...we just communicate differently" I spit out and your face is contorting

"how so?" Beetee asks in genuine curiosity, I stutter.

"click our tounges. we click our tounges" I turn back to you, giving you a pleading look as you nod along to my idiocy

"yeah...we do"

and as embarrassment floods me completely, we keep walking.

it's over

the lightening, the arrow, it happened so fast...we couldn't get everyone but we got you, and you're safe, and it's over

I sit on the cold ledge of the aircraft next to your bed, running my fingers through your hair as your eyes twitch open

"hey, hey you're ok...we got out" I grin, seeing your eyes flash panic before calming down

"did we get everyone out?" you ask and I just shake my head

"who?" you're sitting up but I'm softly pushing you right back down

"peeta and johanna..." I mutter and you stare up at the ceiling

It's quiet for a few minutes, until you speak up with what I've been wanting to scream

"We don't click our tounges in 4." you say plainly

"yes, I know"

"And no one heard you when you talked to me."

"yes..." "Finnick." you look up at me, eyebrows twisting as you huff a breath and look to the corner of the room

"I don't even know you" you mumble and it hurts, only just meeting for the Quarter Quell and just happen to be soulmates

"we don't have to be...soulmates or whatever" I tell you and you shake your head

"no, I just...wish we didn't have to meet like this" you say and I nod, pushing a loose strand of your hair back.

"we can start over in thirteen. no games, no capitol, nothing." I whisper and I see you smile

"okay" you say and I feel myself smiling too

"okay"

an: AHHH i loved writing this! thank you so much for requesting it was so much fun! <333 I hope you don't mind it's in finnicks pov <333

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waynes-multiverse · 2 years

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Plastic Hearts – Series Masterlist

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Series Warnings: +18!!!, strong language, 80s Hollywood/wrestling AU, mature themes (incl. cheating, miscarriage, abortion, addiction, the casting couch…), sexism/feminism, self-worth issues, dom!director meets sub!actress vibes, humiliation/degradation à la La-La Land, plenty of praise kinks to go ‘round, slow burn, age-gap, one-sided pining, eventual smut but implied throughout, inappropriate jokes & the darkest humor, a lot of wrestling and leotards

A/N: Oh, you guys will hate me for ever creating this series... How do I elevator-pitch this? Dean’s the only cock in a coop full of hens, trying to keep order where chaos reigns. He’s also a sadistic train wreck (*coughs* demon!Dean 😈) and a fucking eccentric genius with a big heart. Convinced yet? Alright... Ooooh, every chapter is also titled after an 80s song and it’s based on the Netflix series GLOW!

So, c’mon, slide into the Impala with me, and let’s take a wild drive on the 101! 😎🤘

Please read the warnings carefully since this series includes a lot of triggering/controversial themes that I will drag through the gutter. Scroll past if it’s not for you. Thank you!

Main Masterlist || Questions?

1. Holding Out For A Hero 2. Livin’ On A Prayer 3. Separate Ways 4. Every Rose Has Its Thorn 5. Welcome To The Jungle 6. Pour Some Sugar On Me 7. Another Brick In The Wall 8. Hot For Teacher 9. Hungry Like The Wolf 10. The Boys Of Summer 11. Glory Days 12. The Warrior 13. Gimme All Your Lovin’ 14. Can’t Fight This Feeling 15. Sweet Child O’ Mine 16. Things Can Only Get Better 17. Voulez-Vous 18. I Hate Myself For Loving You 19. Hit Me With Your Best Shot 20. Don’t You Want Me 21. Rock You Like A Hurricane 22. Girls, Girls, Girls 23. Every Breath You Take 24. Don’t Dream It’s Over 25. Dare

|| SERIES COMPLETE ||

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alder-saan · 1 year

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Thunderbolt

Larissa x reader

Warnings: pain descriptions, curse

Word count: 1.8k

A lightning slashed the sky. Four seconds later, the silence was ripped by a deep detonation, and as if the clouds covering the city were a sounding board, you felt your eardrums, and even your hair, vibrating. The sky was heavily bleeding with great clear drops, which came crashing against the bitumen, and your see-through umbrella. It smelled rain, but not the rain in your native countryside, it was bitter. It smelled of drenched tar. The downpour, clouding the yellowish trail of some neon street lamps lights on the ground, probably wanted to drill your shelter as the impact against the plastic was so violent. And next to you, rear lights of hissing cars were leaving long traces of blood on the asphalt.

You have loved thunderstorms since you were a child. And you were almost twenty for your first trip alone.

No parents, no friends. You were alone. It was a bit frightening but, eh. What could happen to you in Paris?

At the corner of a street, you heard a noise. It was a woman’s voice.

Suddenly, the ground disappeared.

“Toi, qui te moque de nous, les parias, je te maudis. Toi, tu deviendras comme nous, pire que nous. A chaque orage, tu te changeras en monstre, hideux, repoussant. Ceux qui te verront auront si peur de toi qu’ils seront pétrifiés. Que ta malédiction se lève au premier coup de foudre. Pour un paria, évidemment.”

A lightning stabbed your left shoulder. You screamed in fear, and the stench of burnt flesh indicated you were hurt. Automatically, you felt great pain, as if you were scorched with a red iron. You were burning.

You woke up.

Your heart was still racing as you thought about the translation of these words, engraved in your mind since that evening in Paris.

“You, who mock us, the outcasts, I curse you. You, you will become like us, worse than us. With each thunderstorm, you will change into a monster, hideous, repulsive. Those who see you will be so afraid of you that they will be petrified. May your curse rise at the first thunderbolt. For an outcast, obviously.”

You knew those words by heart, although you weren’t sure about the meaning. Especially the last two sentences which didn’t make any sense.

Now, ten years later, you hated thunderstorms.

Today was your first day in Jericho, Vermont. You decided to go there, because of the important outcasts diaspora. Maybe you could find someone who would help you there…

You had no really high hopes. You tried so many things, it just didn’t work.

You even tried to stand at the top of a tree during a thunderstorm.

A lightning hit you, at the very same spot the witch’s one hit you.

And nothing happened.

You tried to see other witches, but none could lift the curse.

You entered the Weathervane, a local café. You had an appointment with the Principal of Nevermore Academy, Larissa Weems. Although you were not the age for going to Nevermore, you asked her to help you, maybe hire you as a cleaner. You needed help.

And as she was very protective of outcasts, she agreed to see you at least once, and to let you have a chance to talk about your situation.

You were a bit early, and ordered a hot chocolate. Maybe not the more professional thing, but you wanted one.

You watched some tik tok videos on your phone, waiting for her to come. The café was empty. Thursday 3 p.m, this was not the time when there were the most customers. The sun was shining outside and through the window, and it comforted you. The sun was your best friend, now. The only days you felt safe were the sunny ones. And the sunlight brushing your skin… It felt so good.

The video you were watching showed a guy making a house in the jungle, you didn’t know which one, with only bamboo (or reed, maybe), and mud. And you were so absorbed by it, you didn’t even notice the tall woman entering the Weathervane and sat in front of you.

“Good afternoon, mx L/N, isn’t it?” She politely asked for you to acknowledge her presence.

You looked up and saw her. She was… She was so beautiful, your heart skipped a beat. Her silver hair in a perfect updo, her sky blue eyes, her little nose, her red lips, the little wrinkles you could see as she smiled… She was so beautiful.

“Uh… uh, I-yes, it’s me” You managed to reply.

Good job! You just made a horrible first impression. She certainly was thinking you were stupid. But there wasn’t any mockery in her eyes.

“Oh you asked for hot chocolate? You’re right, they make the best in here.”

So she was the perfect woman, uh?

You felt something in your heart. That wasn’t a skipped heartbeat. It was more… sharp, and painful.

You knew that pain full well. Soon, it extended into your arm. Your face tightened. You curled up in your seat, holding your arm. You were trying to keep your breath normal, you didn’t want her to see that.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yes… I… It’s a part of the curse… It happens sometimes.” You articulated.

“Do you need something?”

“Thanks, it’ll pass.”

You caught your breath with difficulty. The pain was decreasing, but your heart was still hammering in your chest.

“I’m… I’m better. There will be a thunderstorm tonight.”

“How do you know?”

“My scar warns me.”

“You have a scar?” she asked curiously, and instantly regretted it. “I’m sorry, it’s probably not something you want to talk about…”

“It’s okay.”

You rolled up your sleeve, exposing your scar, stretching down your arm like the thousands of roots of a thousand-year-old tree whose trunk was hidden by your clothes from your shoulder. She gasped.

“Is that… A lightning scar?”

“Yes. Except it’s a witch who casted it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. It’s none of your fault. But I have high hopes you could help me. You probably know much more outcasts than me… Maybe you know someone who could lift it…”

“Of course, I’ll do some research.”

“Thank you.

The waiter gave her her order, although you didn’t see her ask for someone. A hot chocolate, like you. She took a sip, watching outside. The sun was brushing her face. She was so beautiful. You looked at her eyes, her lips, her hand around the big cup, and thought it would look so good around your throat. She turned her head towards you, and you looked away. She let out a chuckle. You went red.

She had just caught you staring.

“Is your curse dangerous for others? I can’t hire you if you hurt people.”

“Well… yes and no. I hurt people if they see me during a thunderstorm. As _you saw it_ my arm warns me, I can hide before it and so no one is hurt. Telling the truth, I only petrified one person. And when the thunderstorm ended, he came back to life.”

“Mmh, okay, I see.”

You ended up talking about your lives. Larissa was truly fascinating.

“Yeah, I can’t trust any French girl since I have been cursed in Paris.”

“Ugh, don’t talk about French girls…”

“Any bad experience?” You asked.

“Well she played with my feelings. I really thought she loved me but… Well it turned out she just liked when people loved her.”

“I’m sorry for you.” You said, WAIT YOU GAY??? OMG I… I'M GOING TO DIE RIGHT NOW, you thought. “A-a girl did that to me too. She wasn’t French though.” You added, letting her know you were too.

You didn’t miss the smile growing on her face when you said that. And butterflies swarmed in your stomach.

“Anyway, if you want to work for Nevermore, you can have a room for you. We have rooms for one or two. Any partner?”

“Waw, this is the worst way someone ever asked me if I was single,” you laughed, “I am, though.”

She coughed, her cheeks getting pink.

“Well, I think maybe one day we could… you know, have a date.”

“I think too.”

You couldn’t believe it. She was so perfect, and she wanted to date you?

“Oh, and… You’re hired as a cleaner. Don’t think you have to do that to be hired. I wouldn’t want you to… you know.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

She smiled.

“However, when will I be free? For our date, I mean. As I don’t have my schedule yet…”

“Don’t worry, we’ll discuss that in my office.”

“Okay!”

You stood up and went to the counter to pay.

“It’s on me,” you said, “You’ll pay next time.”

She didn’t argue. You thanked the waiter and went out, followed by Larissa.

“Do you have a car somewhere?” she asked.

“No, I went by bus.”

“Then let me drive you to your new home.”

She walked towards a car, parked near the café. She held the door, and soon, you were in her car. You didn’t notice it in the Weathervane because of the hot chocolate smell, but she had such a lovely scent. Floral, sweet, it suited perfectly the pastel tones of her clothes.

“Do you know exactly when the thunderstorm will begin? Because I checked the weather this morning, it’s supposed to be sunny the whole week.”

“It usually warns me about 2 hours before, So I think we have something like an hour? I’ll just watch the sky, and as soon as it becomes cloudy, I’ll hide in my room. Besides, it never went wrong.”

“We’ll see, I’ll begin with showing you your room.”

Nevermore was for sure an intimidating building. But you liked gloomy manors in the middle of a forest, especially when the head mistress was Larissa Weems. You walked in it, with wide eyes, detailing everything. The nicely criss-crossed parquet on the floor, the statues wisely guarding doors like silent dogs, the principal’s hips swaying while she walked before you…

“Y/n ?”

“Yes?”

“Can you tell me what you tried to lift your curse? I’ll find help more easily knowing that.”

“I tried to be struck by lightning.”

“What? Why?”

She abruptly stopped.

“Thunderbolt?”

“Yes.”

“Did she speak in French or in English?’

“In French, why?”

“Did she used ‘coup de foudre’?”

“Er… yes.”

“Oh, lovely, she didn’t talk about thunderbolts.”

“What?”

“It’s a French expression, darling. It means ‘love at the first sight’”

Oh. oh. OH. Well... the curse was lifted then.

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DON'T TRANSLATE LITERALLY!

(same for pet names, please)

#larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems

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Yokai AU. chapter one... (kinda, I'll prob remake it after I have the designs out and more figured out)

WARNINGS (for all chapters): GORE, mentions of abuse, abuse, experimentation, mentions of trauma, uncanon relationships, uncanon world and aged up characters.

Relationships: slow burn SONADOW, Knuxouge, kittails, Espilver, Vectnilla, Leosagi and others.

Other info, I'm not even joking Yokai Watch is my savior for what to call the Yokai, watch it, its such a cool show.

As the Sky Falls Over Us.

New York, a city that always crowded, bright and loud, the city that never slept and most importantly, home of the Ninja Turtles! a team of four teenage turtle mutants that went by the names of Raphael, Donatello, Leonardo and Michealanglo, heroes of the world.

The team of turtles sat atop a building, 'scouting' and defiantly not messing around while the oldest's chasm grew larger, "We're on a MISSION, not a jungle gym" Raphael spoke, sounded a bit agitated as Leo poked the soft shell's cheek, pausing and looking at Raph for good measure. "Relaxxxxx~ no one has been in trouble since we took out the Kraang, chillax, your Chasm only gets bigger~" Leonardo teased, giving a smug look to the eldest Mutant. Donatello pushed Leo's hand away with a mechanical claw, "BUT, something could happen! and you didn't even bring your battle shell! that took hours!" Leo scoffed, "my shell is FINE! I do not need it, I appreciate the work, hermano, I really do, but there's no trouble" Donnie sighed.

During the Kraang's attack Leonardo's shell had been messed up really bad... everything had. The shell and plastron protects all vital organs so it being weak and fragile made Raphael worry, it made everyone worry, except the turtle himself, who refused to lay on his back and winced visibly when it was touched. Of course, as the genius the soft shell turtle was, he made a perfect fit battle shell, not as complex as his own but stronger and more cushioned on the inside than his, not like he'd admit that, not in a thousand years.

Leonardo blew a raspberry, "nothin' it gonna happen anyway, no action, no villains, as the leader I say we go home and eat some pizza!" he cheered, Mikey perked at that, looking up from his mystic chains he'd been practicing, "...I mean, it couldn't hurt, no one as attacked, everyone is still recovering from the attack, especially you, Leo." Raphael sighed but nodded, "fine, Donnie, keep all your tech cameras on banks, museums and stuff like that, just in case.." he side eyed Leo, who was talking to Mikey now.

After riding back to the sewers in the new and improved Turtle Tank 2.0 everyone grabbed a slice of pizza from the leftovers of last night and sat down to eat in the living room. Leonardo laid on his stomach, Mikey sat criss crossed on the arm of the couch, Donatello sat on a purple bean bag and Raphael sat in the one actual chair as they watched Jupiter Jim 34. Donatello carefully studied Leonardo's shell, the cracks... jeez they were big. He noticed as Leonardo shuffled uncomfortably, he expected this, Leo always got a bit of pain when he didn't move constantly to distract himself. He sighed softly as reached into a shoulder compartment on his battle shell, it had pills in it, Midol for April or Leo if they needed it, pain killers, melatonin gummies and anti-anxiety meds, mostly for Leo. Donatello grabbed two pain killers and handed it down to Leo, he whispered, just so Leo could hear it and not above the movie playing on the projector, "take these, I can tell you need them" he said blandly before shoving them into Leo's hand, the blue twin smiled back, "thanks, DonTron..." and shoved them in his mouth and took them dry, which creeped out Donnie but he wouldn't question it.

Elsewhere, the Hidden City.

A blue Punkupine with green eyes, freckles, peach furred arms and heart shaped chest, light blue markings on his face, red shoes with a white strap that connected to a star shaped buckle, white fingerless gloves with a comical amount of sports tape was walking with a tall Kitsune with only two tails instead of the usual six, blue eyes, soft yellow fur with a white furred fluffy stomach with, big ears that wear tipped with brown, just like around his eyes and hands, that sported gloves that only show the tips of his paws so he can touch the hologram screen on his left hand. As the Kitsune typed away, regarding of the Hidden Cities reconstruction after the Kraang attack, they weren't as bad as the above world but some buildings fell through the surface, leaving many worrisome holes.

"Tails, bro, get off the screen for a while, you're gonna go blind!" the short , blue punkupine spoke, looking up at his little brother. The kitsune, now known as Tails, rolled his eyes, "first, no I won't, second, this is important Sonic! three of us best relec shops were destroyed, now human disguises prices only rise!" Sonic shook his head at Tails, "you're just grumpy because the only mint shop was destroyed." he stated a matter-of-factly, Tails grumbled, his tails spun in annoyance for a moment and his ears shifted, "..am not.." Sonic shook his head and chuckled, "whatever you say lil' bro" he waved and rushed off in dart of lightning, going around to check for severe damage and maybe a form of entertainment.

As the blue blur ran he jumped on rumble from the destroyed buildings, he looked to the roof of the hidden city and sucked a breathe in.. Amy was not going to like this. he pressed on his communicator on his wrist and rang up Tails, "heyyyy... maybe I was being a little under dramatic.. but~ the city has a few, like BIG hole leading to City Square, got any sciencey stuff to help?" he make an awkward face, hoping for the best from his genius little brother. He heard a shout on the other end of the line, "WHAT???" Tails yelled, getting some looks from other Yokai around him. He sucked a breathe in and whispered into the communicator, "..what do you mean 'there's a bunch of holes in the roof'?' "I mean, there's a-- WOAH-" static was then heard in Tails's ears as the call ended, Tails immediately panicked and spun his fluffy tails to go find Sonic.

Sonic was now jumping from place to place as more chunks of the roof fell, collapsing so fast he could already see a giant build board and people screaming. It all felt overwhelming, people?? as in HUMANS? bad news!

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just-some-random-blogger · 11 months

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kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU)

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3

#masterlist #kpop masterlist

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Vamptember, Day 7: Reverse AU

adult vampire!Claudia and little mortal!Lestat | M | 1.3k | tags: abuse and SA mentions/references, gore, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

New Orleans, 1808

Winter in New Orleans makes the evenings draw on longer.

Meaning that Claudia has to create her own entertainment lest she go mad with boredom; she takes what she wants and does as she pleases.

How many other women can say that?

Sitting in front of the vanity, turning her head from side-to-side, pondering which role best suits her temperament tonight.

Pity she had been a poor white’s daughter at her death, malnourished to the point of missing her menses at the mature age of twenty. Oh, how utterly brutal the beatings were when her father and brothers caught on and arrived at the wrong conclusion!

Whore. Slut. Witch.

Such a rabid pleasure to crush each of their skulls between her hands the night she’d returned to the dingy little shack by the river. A giggle escaping her at each agonizingly slow crack of bone, delighting in their futile struggles. Dark torrents of blood igniting the demonic thirst inside her, and finally, the gelatinous messes — more fun than mud pies — gushing as she digs her thumbs into their eye sockets.

Eyes that had violated her long before their ever hands did.

“Witch!”

“And yet it’s you that shall burn at the stake tonight, father dearest! Fancy that!”

She beams at her reflection at the memory, the blonde ringlets that cascade over her small breasts bouncing as she trembles with poorly suppressed anticipation. Not a wasteful eater, no, but she does enjoy playing with her food.

Finishing touches, a robin’s blue ribbon in her hair, her corset cinched tight to create the hourglass figure she most certainly did not possess.

Childbearing hips that would never bear onto her a child, the son that the Lord she once prayed to for deliverance had sent to her in her dreams. A promise that one day she would have final dominion over the male sex.

Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood.

Holy Mary, mother of God.

It’s humid when she sets out, but then again, it’s always humid in New Orleans: a sinner’s city, a gambler’s paradise. Fragrant roses combine with the stench of urine and decay as she makes her way down the cobblestone streets, taking in the sounds of the night. A child cries, a man yells to his wife: You stupid bitch!; a horse and carriage trot by, the mud almost reaching her shoes; a drunkard’s piercing laugh.

“Hey, pretty lady, what are you doing all by your lonesome? Don’t you know what happens to dainty little things like you in places like these?”

Sounds like a tramp but means well. He has two sisters at home; one older and one younger. Claudia reminds him of the youngest.

“Oh, I didn’t know! I’m new to the area, you see, and terribly disoriented! I don’t mean to trouble you Sir, but it is awfully late and now I am awfully frightened… If you could please escort me to my home, I have been trying to find my way back for hours to no avail!” She knows what men like to hear.

She can be demure.

Helpless.

“Of course, darling,” he proffers her his arm which she graciously accepts, “I know this city like the back of my own hand.”

Perfect.

A quick, satisfying break of his elbow and his knees soon follow before she takes her first drink of the night, the gambler’s luck running dry as his sweet blood runs down her throat. His heart pounding on her tongue, the glorious resistance she craves gradually fading. No, no! Fight me more, handsome. Fight me just as hard as I fought them! Alas, it is finished and Claudia pulls back, wiping her mouth on her lace glove.

She stands in the shadows, still clutching the body, savoring the aftertaste. Not an evil soul, merely one made unfortunate by virtue of his sex, as she had once been.

A hunter as shrewd as she, a woman who’d been raised to have the survival instincts of a prey animal in the jungle, shouldn’t have been caught off guard by sudden wailing so high-pitched, Claudia cringes into herself. Relentlessly loud and surely bound to attract attention!

The body hits the ground with a wet thud as another, much smaller body barrels into her skirts, clinging to her legs.

Images flash through the child’s mind; he can’t be older than five. A brute of a father raising his fists. A mother cold and impassive, her nose in a book as her children wept for her affections, even her scolding lacked interest. “Quiet down, Lestat.” Blonde and beautiful yet gaunt — Claudia had she lived another ten years, perhaps. Lived the wretched life she was destined to have, like her mother before her and her mother before her.

This woman doesn’t want her child, and the decision is made.

“There, there,” she drops to her knees to embrace the boy. His hair tangled unkempt, a shade strikingly similar to hers. His face covered in dirt, the scrapes along his arms and legs still oozing blood. Delirious from terror, hunger, and exhaustion, and in the darkness, he thinks she is his mother.

Claudia swallows back her thirst.

“I didn’t mean it!” he sobs as he presses himself flush to her chest, burrowing into her sharp collarbone. Tears, dirt, and mucus smear all over the cotton of her dress, her hardened skin. “I didn’t mean to run! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I want to go home! I’ll be good! I’ll listen, I promise!”

Yes, Claudia's decision has been made, but not here.

“I know, dearest,” she lifts him off the ground and he settles momentarily, soft and warm. Pulls back to stare at her face, large grey eyes blinking at her.

He touches her cheek, curious and gentle. Frowns.

“Mama, you’re so cold.”

There’s a second where she can feel his hummingbird heart quicken, little rosebud mouth pinching as he sniffles loudly, the tears gathered on his long lashes suspended as he holds her stare with intensity. But then it passes, and he rests his head on her shoulder.

“You need a blanket, Mama,” he sighs and drops his sticky fingers from her cheek, bringing his thumb to his mouth instead. She, too, had suckled her thumb until far too old an age.

Back home, she cleanses his face.

He whines in his sleep, whimpering into her palm. Fragile and pitiful as the newborn kittens her brother Edgar had drowned to punish her.

Her clothes are too big, and the doll’s clothes are too small. She cuts a nightgown three-quarters of the way short. The candle flickers and so does her confidence, but it’s too late now. His lifeblood flowing over her tongue, his little heart going and going, refusing to give up! Burst after vibrant burst, innocence devoured.

Mama, Mama… I love you, Mama.

Claudia groans with it, the flavor of unrivaled purity unlike anything she's ever sampled before. She's never had to catch herself at the very edge of the precipice before; the shadow of a thought passes through her mind that perhaps she doesn't have to — she'll gorge herself on this one and find another to suit the same purpose: make for herself a son sculpted in her unholy image alone.

But this precious heart! It still won't surrender! How can she trust that she will ever find another with not only the looks to match hers, but one that reflects back to her her own unbroken tenacity?

“Mama’s here,” she tears open her bodice, exposing her breast, the dark blue vein at the underside. Makes the incision, guiding the child’s mouth to it. She will be Thetis reimagined in the spirit of the new age, submerging the baby Achilles in the River Styx to grant him immortal life, this time careful to fully saturate the heel.

The greedy thing latches quickly, reflexes of an infant still nestled in his subconscious as he takes all that Claudia has to offer.

It must be the male in him.

“Mama’s here,” she repeats, stroking his hair, humming a long-forgotten lullaby.

Once, a poor woman’s only comfort to her daughter. Now, a little boy’s dirge.

“And you’ll be good for your Mama, won’t you, Lestat?”

#my first vamptember this year rip ACTUALLY I WANTED TO WRITE THIS ONE LAST YEAR AND NEVER GOT AROUND TO LMAO #claudia #lestat de lioncourt #vampire chronicles #vc #vamptember #prompts

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - XX

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Lore speculation, interpretations, etc. AO3 Chapter is Here.

Leyline traversal always felt like falling. Even now, centuries later, his physical form reacted as if the ground had collapsed right beneath him. His heart jumped and then fell into the pit of his stomach. An instinct he would never be rid of.

The energy network made crossing large distances inconspicuously quite easy; reaching into it, guiding it, and knowing exactly where one wanted to go, was anything but. He learned the hard way, naturally.

Even one distraction could mean ending up in the gap between realms or even the Abyss.

Few places ever felt this free . He was away from the prying eyes of Celestia or what remained of them. Down here, the world remembered everything. The Celestial Nails could distort sources of bad memories, hide them, but never completely erase them. The heavenly gaze could not penetrate deeper than Teyvat itself.

Only Irminsul, the repository.

And even then…only the power of a god could achieve such a thing. Those that belonged to this world would never know the difference if something changed. One could not remove themselves, however. He’d certainly tried.

Archival records were almost impossible. Almost.

He focused on the memory of his first arrival in the land of Cryo, snow crunching beneath his boots and his cheeks wind-chapped. He’d survived the jungles and arid desert of Sumeru with little trouble. The closest he’d known was when the temperature dropped in the desert at night. Snezhnaya’s frigidity was harsher still and more than unforgiving.

That didn’t stop him from marveling, if only for a moment, how easily snow melted on his fingertip.

Had you ever seen snow? Surely, in your travels, you had?

The thought was enough to break his concentration and, as if swimming for too long, his lungs burned in protest. Before he could slip, he held onto the memory just long enough to find purchase.

When Dottore surfaced again, the air was thin and crisp. He took a moment to get his bearings, the light of the moon spilling across mountains that seemed to be carved by the Geo Archon himself. The distinct scent of flowers floated on the wind, fresh and jubilant. In the far, far distance, he could just make out the bright lights of Fontaine, the city sparkling like a wet diamond.

He hadn’t even made it entirely out of Sumeru and you were already creeping back into his thoughts.

But not into his dreams.

Not seeing one another in your shared dreamspaces wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary. His own sleep schedule was erratic as it was and he would go days at a time without rest. After all, he didn’t need it as frequently, a benefit to the modifications he made on himself. Sometimes, you were too exhausted from your own rehearsals and performances. Both of you had long since deduced that dreamsharing wasn’t a possibility when you were too fatigued.

Dottore closed his eyes. He could still feel your touch, gently running your fingers through his hair as he rested in your lap. You let him spend the rest of the dream discussing the inner workings of the Golem, how they had been separated from their cores to prevent further disaster. Your presence quieted his mind as of late; few could ever do that but he speculated it was unrelated to the dreadful fated bond you both shared.

Only a few days was not all that uncommon.

So why did he feel as if he was missing a crucial piece of information to a hypothesis, in which the experiments were yielding unexpected results?

It made his muscles itch and jaw ache.

His chest tightened and his heart skipped a beat. He missed your smile, your insight, the way you never judged him…

How could he miss someone he only truly met in person once ? Who existed in dream fragments and memories? Why the hell was he so worried about the single reminder that even he could not be severed from Celestia’s hold? You were the embodiment of everything he worked so hard against.

You didn’t matter.

And even if you did, he’d already broken his cardinal rule of observation once when he took your Akasha. He couldn’t interfere again. He wouldn’t. Omega needed to complete the task before him and do it of the segment’s own skill and volition. His Perspectives would be useless if he constantly swooped in and handled everything.

Rationally, he knew he had done everything he could without influencing the potential outcomes. He removed your Akasha, wiped your records from the public and private databases and ensured you wouldn’t be pulled into the dream harvesting process even without the device itself. That alone should have prevented you from getting caught up in the Samara Cycle to begin with. Your memories would not be harvested and used in the plot with the Akademiya; the Balladeer would never know of your significance, at least, and there would be no record of the connection both of you held.

Omega could, hypothetically, do as he pleased and go against orders and you still might not…

Dottore exhaled softly, his jaw tight with frustration.

If that was the case, why did Omega reach out to your old patron and attempt to sway you into staying? The trouble with the Akademiya was irrelevant; no one would have been able to predict even the probability of such an event, and as such, it was not the event to logically pair with the letter.

But the Samsara Cycle and the project handoff were. Omega, in charge, left to make his own decisions, could do as he pleased once Dottore himself left.

He brought a hand up and ran it through his hair, tightening his grip for a moment, urging himself to continue.

It was as though Omega wanted to guarantee you would stay by presenting an alternative you found so awful and vile that you could only choose its exact opposite. You never spoke much of your previous patron, only the system itself, but Dottore could surmise that it was hardly the most enjoyable experience. There must have been more to it for you to not even consider the additional salary and the chance to be home again.

But if not for the Samara Cycle, why?

If you don’t want her, I can make better use of that connection. Maybe I shall, Zandik. You’re nothing but a coward…

Omega’s words unsettled him and the Segment knew it. The dreaded thing, a reminder of every monstrous thing he was, took every opportunity to remind him of his selfish ambition and how he did everything he could to subvert the Heavenly Island above in hopes one day, it might drop right out of the sky. Omega always toed the line and behaved exactly as Dottore did when faced with the prospect of outdoing his creator. The Segment was inherently selfish, the most he’d ever been in any Perspective except for his true self.

But was Omega looking to steal you for himself and overthrow his creator?

Or was this simply his Segment making another blasted point through extreme measures?

Archons, did it even matter?

Dottore turned his head to Fontaine, his gaze far beyond the glittering city, the mountains of Snezhnaya off in the far, far distance, white peaks barely visible. Returning to Sumeru was a setback. One he couldn’t afford, especially when the Knave and Dove were involved in the upcoming plans for the land of Hydro. The Tsaritsa Herself had called him back and it would not do to keep Her waiting. And if you were hurt, if you knew enough, he couldn’t leave you with your orchestra without raising enough questions to be bothersome. You would have to come with him.

He tugged on his hair, just enough to distract himself. Fate was nothing but a farce. He owed it nothing. He owed you nothing. So what if Omega wanted a taste of what it meant to be bound to another living being? If the Segment wanted to embrace fate so badly, then—

The memory of hearing you play properly, that first night, came back to him fullforce. Your expressive notes, the way you captured emotion so easily and channeled it into a universal experience. You always fought against him, or at least challenged him in his thinking. He could never understand how you wore your heart on your sleeve so freely and poured so much of yourself out to people who didn’t…

Who didn’t care.

Omega wouldn’t care for you, about you.

Dottore’s hand fell from his hair and balled into a fist at his side before he let the leylines take him again and fell into the familiar embrace of the world’s memories.

#dottore #il dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore x female reader #il dottore x female reader #genshin impact reader insert #soulmate au #fic: dream a little dream of me

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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The burn of the jungle hearts au - Bruno's village part 2

Restaurants

Rivers (Bruno usually goes here to think)

What everything looks like at night

Bruno's village Part 1

If you have any questions about the au or ideas for what could add to the village my asks and comments are open.

#the burn of the jungle hearts au #bruno madrigal #encanto au #au #my asks are open

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dragonbma · 8 months

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Some character exploration and headcanons as I write the Vos Possession AU:

Adventure trio my beloveds… [similarly to my last infodump, these are headcanons for the game, but are all canon in my AU]

// Jack: team leader //

weapon: sword 🗡️ (alternatively fists)

very headstrong and sometimes gets too caught up in the moment to realize something is happening

has a perfect sense of direction, survival instincts, and tracking capabilities

—Extras:

-Sea Temple leaves him with tinnitus, PTSD, and a partially blinded left eye

-used to wear more red apparel (where he got the nickname Velvet Tornado) but has since switched to colors that reflect his fallen friends (Vos- blue, Sammy- beige)

// Vos: enchanter / healer //

weapon: potions 🧪

inventory management (often overpacks for adventures just in case)

can enchant items without an enchantment table, only needs the lapis (knows all enchants by heart and can read/write the font)

—Extras:

-has cold hands, is very cold in general (always wears warm outfits no matter the temperature)

-fascination with sea lanterns

-developed photophobia while in the temple and was much more talkative pre-Sea Temple adventure

// Sammy: navigation / explorer //

weapon: bow 🏹

often built makeshift abodes for the three to stay in temporarily during adventures

very knowledgeable about biomes, mobs, and cartography from years of being an explorer with Nurm

speaks fluent Villic (they translate when the group enters a village)

—Extras:

-has a journal used to catalog flora/fauna from her expeditions

-collects plants

Interactions:

Jack and Vos have been adventuring together since they were young and are essentially inseparable, rarely going on adventures without the other (have matched experience and have saved the other’s life)

meeting Jack was the reason Sammy decided to take up adventuring in favor of exploring (inspired her to get out of comfort zone)

Vos was teaching Sammy to make tipped arrows (the potion in her inventory was from him)

Sammy introduced Vos to the concept of wrapping his hands (+ his leather boots were a gift from them)

Sammy usually has to keep the other two in check, but on occasion would need assistance from Vos to convince Jack not to do something reckless

Extras:

—The trio liked taking turns picking places to go adventuring:

Jack usually planned adventures around treasure hunting or thrill-seeking. (Dude treasure-hoards like a dragon.) He liked to test his limits and improve his abilities at any opportunity. If the other two were having trouble, he’d always be there to help them. These adventures were always challenging, but in a fun way (until the Sea Temple.) Favorite biome: desert / mesa.

Vos adored visiting ancient ruins and kept a stash of artifacts of unknown value. He also liked finding treasures, but would usually give them to Jack. On occasion, these locations would turn out to be more perilous and dilapidated than anticipated. Favorite biome: ocean.

Sammy usually picked places that were less dangerous to keep Jack and Vos from burning themselves out, but never strayed from thrill-seeking if she knew the other two were fine to handle it. Neither liked to admit when they needed a break: (Jack out of pride, Vos out of embarrassment.) Sammy would take every opportunity to teach the two about the world around them on expeditions, especially reminding Jack to slow down and appreciate the places he visited. (Rather than seeing everything as a challenge to be beat as fast as possible.) Favorite biome: jungle.

—All three have vastly different expressions of speech:

Jack is no stranger to cursing, loves making puns, and often uses Minecraft metaphors/similes

Vos’ exclamations of excitement are almost always references to poetry (“Callou, callay!” or “Frabjous day!”) and he prefers using nonsense words in substitute of cursing

Sammy often uses botany terms for expressions and they don’t curse either

—Structure Block preferences: (if they had made it to the final room in the temple)

Jack and Sammy would have voted to take the Tower of the Warrior.

Had the events of the temple not gone awry, Vos would have voted to take the Wall of the Builder. However, after being trapped in the obsidian cages for so long, when he finally sees the structure blocks, he likely would have avoided the Wall of the Builder at all costs.

—I associate the three with land (Jack), sea (Vos), and sky (Sammy). No idea why.

—Similarly to the Order of the Stone, if I had to assign them ores… Jack- gold, Vos- lapis lazuli, Sammy- iron or diamond, and Nurm- emerald.

—Nurm didn’t accompany the trio during the initial adventure to the temple. He only found out later upon reuniting with Jack.

If any of y’all want to snatch these for any reason, feel free! Credit is optional- enjoy ^^

#trying to keep these as close to canon as i can #but a lot is speculation #mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm jack #mcsm vos #mcsm sammy #mcsm au #vos possession au #bermuda brainrot hours #bermuda ramblings #vostober #a lot of these extras are totally not me projecting #how many headcanon drafts can i turn into one big post? let’s find out

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ok i know this account is relatively new but ive been going insane trying to find this fic i cant remember anything except its kirk and spock stranded on a planet, they start off in a town thats name means solitude or lonely in a spanish based language, and spock ends up growing his hair rlly long. theyre stranded for ages and theres this creature that might be a massive worm and also these little bat things that swarm around. anY help finding this would be so appreciated im going insane T-T

Hi!

Unfortunately, I can't find any fics that include all of the things you've mentioned, but there are a few that match different parts. (Maybe you've conflated aspects of two or more different fics?)

You might be looking for:

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89

explicit aos, kirk/spock warnings: 'Minor character death. Mind control themes and sort-of-zombies. Dark at times due to twisted xenobiological shenanigans. Mild themes of stress-related weight loss.' tos, kirk/spock romance, action/adventure, hurt/comfort, slow build, slash words: 93,594 'Stranded on the planet Sigma Nox while searching for a missing away team, Spock and Kirk find themselves pitted against a disturbing native life form. With the captain out of commission on a regular basis and Spock struggling to preserve his stoicism, staying alive is difficult enough – but when a slim chance for escape surfaces, their resolve is truly put to the test. Together they must fight for survival in the heart of an alien jungle, and in the process, uncover the mystery of the planet’s past.'

The planet they get stranded on features two species - one insect-like (worm) and one birdlike (bat).

Sha Ka Ree by ThereBeWhalesHere

explicit tos, kirk/spock, au canon divergence stranded, survival, hurt/comfort, slow build, mutual pining, slash words: 180,505 'The year is 2258. Jim Kirk is a Lieutenant on the U.S.S. Farragut, Spock the science officer of the U.S.S. Enterprise. When the ships come together for a priority landing party, these two strangers find themselves fighting against the odds for a chance at life in an alien world, and the only way they'll make it through is by relying on each other.'

The classic 'stranded on a planet' K/S fic. Famously featuring long haired Spock.

If anyone knows which fic this is, please share it in the comments or in an ask/submission!

Coincidentally there's an AOS fic I've been looking for myself for years that sounds similar. Kirk and Spock are (possibly stranded?) in a town on a planet when Kirk gets accused of murder. (similar plot/vibes to Wolf in the Fold) I can't remember what happened in between but eventually Kirk escapes and runs away to the wilderness and Spock follows him and they try to survive while waiting for the Enterprise crew to find them. But I haven't been able to find it anywhere and I think the creator may have removed it from ao3.

Here are some more fics about Kirk and Spock being stranded on a planet:

Anodyne by Lizzy0305

explicit aos, kirk/spock stranded, pon farr, pining, mind melds, accidental bonding, humour, romance, slash words: 78,568 'Jim and Spock crash-land on a deserted planet. Due to an approaching ion storm, the Enterprise cannot be reached which makes rescue impossible for a few days. Spock’s irritable mood, general strangeness and fever are soon explained when Jim finds out that besides food and shelter, apparently he also needs to find a willing mate for his First Officer, so no one dies. On an uninhabited planet, his options are rather limited.'

Into You by SupposedToBeWriting

explicit aos, kirk/spock, au lieutenant spock and lieutenant kirk on the enterprise stranded, enemies to friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, slash words: 54,775 'Lieutenant (junior grade) Kirk and Lieutenant (also junior grade) Spock aren't the best of friends. In fact, they don't like each other very much at all. Spock has too much on his plate (being one of two Vulcans on a starship, his looming betrothal, his own internal wrestle with identity and duty) to be patient with the illogical, insensitive human. But when the pair get stranded on an island planet together, they must learn to work together - and discover the dark secret that the island is hiding.'

Side by Side by Herenya_writes

teen CW: mild torture tos, kirk/spock stranded, alien culture, slow burn, miscommunication, pining, injured!spock, injured!kirk, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending words: 113,641 'The Enterprise is called away from a research mission to act as representatives of the Federation and sign a trade agreement with the planet Reskar. Everything seems to be going well (even if Jim hates playing diplomat) until strange illness strikes, leaving Spock and Kirk alone on the planet. The welcome quickly turns foul, and the Enterprise is forced to leave her captain and first officer behind. Stranded on the planet, Spock and Kirk struggle to survive and struggle to unravel what this tangled relationship of theirs is.'

#lost fic #stranded #spirk fic #k/s fanfic #thanks for the ask!

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Hello, hope you're all having a good day! 😊 I wanted to ask if you know of any other fics like Serpents and Pyramids (the shapeshifter Crowley adventure fic)? I know there was one with an Indiana Jones-like Crowley but I lost it. I'm wondering if you know more fics like that? I'm feeling a bit melancholic today, so I wanted to read fics that have that travel-adventure feel.

Thanks so much! ❤️

Hello. We have an #action/adventure tag with fics like this! Here are some more to add to the collection, along with the couple of Indiana Jones AUs (one of which is a work in progress)...

Burning Through the Sky by ausgezeichnet (T)

Crowley, panic-stricken about the end of the world, flees into space in defiance of god and gravity, but Aziraphale won’t let him leave so easily. Will Crowley make the brave choice, and turn back to fight alongside Aziraphale for the planet that has become their home?

Or: Crowley and Aziraphale go on a very strange road trip. Hijinks ensue.

Hell Freezes Over by charliebrown1234 & Turcote (M)

The year is 2002, and Crowley and Aziraphale are sent to Alaska to investigate a decommissioned entrance to Hell. What could possibly go wrong?

The Weight Of The World by entanglednow (T)

At the height of the Roman Empire's power, Crowley meets Aziraphale for lunch in Pompeii. He's eager to share some of the famed street food the city has to offer, but the ash falling from the mountain to the North is steadily growing thicker.

Death is only the beginning by Sherbet_steve (E)

In 1925 Cairo was already a city so old that the stars had changed their position in the sky since it was born. The strange, mysterious, wonderful city was full of every form of life.

(Or the remake of the 1999 mummy movie)

MAJOR ARCHIVE WARNINGS! Check the tags!

Prisoners of Klondike by lunar_system (M)

“Aziraphale?” Crowley asked, dangling upside down on Aziraphale’s shoulder as he made his way through the snowy forest, “Is this really necessary?"

“It’s a bit late to change my mind now, Crowley dear. Don’t you think?”

When the snow thaws in the spring of 1897, old rules are broken and dreams come true. Aziraphale is assigned to work as a prospector, while Crowley spreads torment in the nearest city as a dance hall girl. In a flash of anger, Aziraphale kidnaps Crowley to his claim.

Adventure and pining in the snowy scenery of the last great gold rush.

The Treasure of Palenque by ImprobableDreams900 (T)

Having just crossed the Atlantic, the anthropologist Aziraphale finds himself in need of a local guide to take him through the Mexican jungle to the ancient Maya city of Palenque. Luckily, the services of one A. J. Crowley are available.

Azira Fell and the Apocalypse Scroll by miraworos (E) (WIP)

The hunt is on for a mysterious and deadly scroll with the power to topple the world into chaos. Will Dr. Azira Fell, professor of Egyptology, find it in time to prevent the impending apocalypse? Or will an evil organization bent on destroying civilization find it first? To have even a chance at saving the world, he'll need to rely on the wily Anthony J. Crowley, professional guide and adventurer. But can Azira trust the inscrutable explorer, or will he lose his heart along with his life?

And the fic that you mentioned that everyone knows and loves...

Serpents and Pyramids by boredom (E)

Ever since he was young, Ezra Fell dreamed of adventure. He dreamed of far off destinations and dashing heroes. He dreamed of danger and excitement. He dreamed of exploration and romance. Now, as an adult, his life is much less exotic locales and much more boring political dinner parties with his fiancé, Gabriel Messenger. But a chance meeting with a literary agent might be his last chance at the adventure he sought as a child.

Gabriel would surely support him.

Right?

And he could never fall for the brash and abrasive Mr. Anthony J. Crowley.

Right?

It was just one silly little trip to find a silly little amulet in Egypt.

Right?

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #action/adventure #major archive warning #mod d

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longbobmckenzie · 1 year

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Are there any Henrik fics that you can rec?

Do I have-- 😮 Anon, you absolutely came to the right person for Henrik fics, and I'm thrilled that you're asking! I'm always happy to give fic recommendations, but especially for our dear, sweet mountain man.

There are not enough Henrik fics out there, but what is out there is pretty darn good. Which is why I'm going to list almost every single Henrik fic in existence. Bookmark this post, because I promise every single one of these fics is worth the read!

Also note these are in no particular order!

Chaptered fics:

Lay All Your Love On Me - the only full-length villa fic, it's not quite ready yet but it's getting really close and is actively being updates (although updates are sporadic)

Are You The One? - based on another reality dating show, so it's an AU of sorts. slow burn. completed! by @queen-of-boops

The Parent Club - really cute AU where MC and Henrik are both single parents. there's lots of drama/gossip with the other parents (their kids are all on a basketball team together) and it's such a unique fic for this fandom. by @chroniccomicobsession and maybe if we bug her, she'll post the next chapter and get back to work on it

Moss, Eternal - it's been on hiatus since forever, no idea if it's ever coming back, but it's a fun villa fic with an endearingly chaotic MC. by @mountainmanxoxo

Powder Days - same deal as above as it's by the same author, but this one's a snowboarding AU

Call of the Wild - an abandoned villa fic that ends in a good place, it's a cute read. I'm not gonna embarrass the author by tagging her because it was her first work but she can't stop me from recommending it 🤣

Beyond the Hill - a post-villa chaptered fic exploring Henrik and MC's relationship after the villa. by @ravenadottir

Oneshots:

Christmas Timing - fluffy festive fic in which the islanders visit Henrik's place in Sweden after the show. MC and Henrik didn't get together during the show, but they both have crushes on each other. by @mrsbsmooth

Not Like I'm In Love With You - adorable friends-to-lovers fic by @queen-of-boops, who's quickly making a name for herself as a Henrik writer

TAKE A RISK - MC finds someone's bucket list, her friends help her complete the tasks. Friends to lovers by @rebelrayne

Robin Hood Stole My Heart - Henrik as Robin Hood, and it's SO freaking well done. Love this one by @chroniccomicobsession

The Man From the Jungle - the twist at the end is worth the price of admission. a Tarzan-esque fic from @mrsbsmooth (also making a name for herself as a Henrik writer, and I'll take most of the credit for that)

Reaching the Peak - I asked why there weren't any smutty fics where MC and Henrik went climbing together, and @thesepromises delivered!

Second Chance - this fic flew under the radar a bit but it's a semi-canon look at Henrik as the returning islander

Just one more bad decision - this one was a gift for me and heavily features Magnus, my male OC who's been adopted by the fandom as Henrik's fanon brother. so while Henrik is endgame, the only smut in this is actually with Magnus, and honestly, I don't think anyone's gonna complain about that! by @kittidot

First Times - a really cute vignette-style fic showing MC and Henrik's first times. by @thatwheelchairchick

the twist at the end - a Henrik/Lucas/MC threesome fic in the villa (there's a twist at the end, in case you didn't get that from the title - also beware of the nsfw gif in this one!)

the gang bullies Henrik into a threesome - what the title says! inspired by the threesome above, it's also with Lucas

Henrik/Lucas:

The Alps - oneshot showing the time they come across each other in the Alps post-villa. Smutty! by @mrsbsmooth

Lights, Camera, Action... - Lurik porn AU? Lurik porn AU! I take half the credit for coming up with the idea, but @queen-of-boops nailed it! so glad she picked up the idea and ran with it

For you, it blooms - hanahaki disease fic by @bypine

Sooner Than You'd Think - I basically accept this as canon in a world where MC doesn't end up with either Lucas or Henrik. great look at their friendship-to-lovers arc in the villa universe

keep me warm - a post-villa friends-to-lovers fic in which they've both been pining for each other

Self-Recommendations:

I've written a bunch of fics for Henrik and have more coming (currently working on a full villa fic and a Lurik oneshot - stay tuned! also hoping to start a chaptered AU eventually)

cashmere & cocoa - 4-chapter fic in which MC stumbles upon Henrik's cabin during a snowstorm. smutty!

not the only one - short little chaptered villa fic in which Henrik steals MC during the disaster recoupling and she is NOT happy about it.

the stars shine bright - my latest, it's a fluffy oneshot in which Henrik and MC go camping together for the first time

one last good thing - this basically started out as a joke but I had a lot of fun writing a weird trope - magic healing cock! it's purposely silly but the smut's not bad? oneshot

When the Dead Come Knocking - Henrik/Lucas but also each of them with MC. a The Walking Dead crossover (ie. zombies!). oneshot

under my skin - Henrik/Bobby enemies/forced proximity/teensy bit of cheating. oneshot

doggy fashion - Henrik/Arjun fluffy/smutty fic! these two are adorable together, I love their dynamic

There you have it! I hope you check out all these fics, and thanks so much for the ask! I had a ton of fun putting this list together and remembering all these wonderful fics!

#litg ff #litg henrik #longbob recommends #longbob answers asks

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gamerbearmira · 11 months

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La Sirena AU

Mirabel walked through the jungle with no particular destination in mind. Abuela had yelled at her again, which wasn’t anything new. At this point, it was part of her daily routine. She expected it every time the two were in the same room. Today was no different. Her usual shirt and blue skirt were dirty, so she wore just a plain solid grey dress. The moment she entered the dining room, Abuela chastised her appearance. Her skirt was too short, her hair was unkempt. Abuela went as far as to criticize her weight. Only when Mama and Tia Pepa shouted at her to stop did she realize what she said, but by then it was too late. Mirabel was already out the door and down the street, ignoring the calls from Dolores, Camilo, Luisa, even Isabela, and Antonio. She just kept walking.

She’d been walking for hours, the sun was setting now and she could faintly see dark clouds rolling it, and the occasional flash of lightning. She knew she should probably turn back, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t even know where she was, it was too dark, and she was sure she was too far for Dolores to hear her, so she kept walking.

—-------

Her legs were burning now. The sun had set hours ago, and all she wanted was her mama and her bed. But for some stupid reason, she kept walking. Her stomach rumbled and her throat felt tight and dry, god she wished she had something to eat. As if someone was listening to her, she heard the sound of rushing water. She remembered that her Papa told her there was a river outside the jungle, but there was something about it that many people were afraid of. Something of legend. But right now she didn’t care about stories the elders would tell to scare little kids into behaving, she just wanted water and a place to sit.

Her legs carried her just a little bit further before she collapsed right at the side of the river. A fresh, running river of sparkling, crystal-clear water. She dipped her hand in and cupped some in her palm and brought it to her mouth. The water was perfect, exactly what she needed. She drank some more and began to feel tired. She didn’t realize how exhausted her body was until she sat down. Her eyes felt heavy, and she propped herself up against a rock that was near her. She sat there and stared at the river, hypnotized by the rushing water that practically glowed in the moonlight that escaped the dark clouds from above.

She was so tired, all she wanted was to lie down and sleep. “I’ll just close my eyes. Just for a little while.” Only for a little bit.

Splash!

Mirabel shot up, her heart racing at the sudden sound. “What was that?” She said in a panic. She looked around but she couldn’t see anything, everything was pitch black, and her only source of light was the occasional flash of lightning. She tried her best to look around the dark area, preying it wasn’t a dangerous animal. Another flash. Mirabel gasped when she saw what looked like the body of a young woman moving across the bank, but the rest of her body was still submerged in the water. Mirabel was skeptical but slowly stepped forward to aid the woman before she was swept away by the current. “Ma’am. ¿Estás bien? ¿De dónde vienes?” The woman didn’t respond. Maybe she couldn’t hear her over the sound of the river. Mirabel hesitantly took a step closer to where she believed the woman to be but stayed her distance away from the bank just in case. “Ma’am, can you hear me?” Another flash. She was gone. Mirabel jumped. Was she too late to save her? Had she fallen into the river?

Mirabel squinted, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the lightless environment, and caught a glimpse of hair floating down the river. Mirabel sprinted after her, tripping over roots, rocks, and vines, desperate to help her before she drowned. “¡Señora! ¡Vengo a ayudarte!” Another flash of lightning showed the woman fighting through the rushing water. That was enough for Mirabel to fight her exhaustion and run faster to a large branch and pick it up. She lifted it up and brought it over the river, far enough for the woman to grab it. “Come on! You can do it! Grad it!” She leaned forward a little more, her other hand grabbing a root as tightly as she could to keep herself grounded. Another flash of lightning showed the women just barely grabbing onto the branch. Mirabel released a breath of relief and began to try and pull her out, but something began to tug on her. She thought it was the current and she began pulling harder.

She wasn’t paying attention, only the thought of pulling herself and the stranger to safety filled her head. It wasn’t until she could feel herself slipping did she really start paying attention to the force that was pulling her. Unfortunately, it was too late and she was yanked from her spot on the bank and into the cold water. She fought against the current with all her might, her arms and legs ached as she struggled to breach the surface. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She did her best to hold her breath, but the way the current threw her into rocks that cut her skin and hit her head. She cracked her eyes open she could have sworn she saw something swim past her. Finally, her head breached the water and all she could do was scream. Call out to someone, anyone. Isabela, Papa, Camilo, Mama, Dolores. Anybody, she didn’t care.

Suddenly she felt herself being pulled downward and arms wrap around her body. She struggled and clawed at the arms that were wrapped around her waist, desperate for air, but stopped when the woman’s body curled around her and suddenly everything was going down and fast. They had gone over a waterfall. She was so scared, she was sure she was going to die, but the woman shouted something at her. “¡Estarás bien!” The woman then suddenly flipped their bodies around, and Mirabel was suddenly struck with the feeling of all the air from her lungs being knocked out. The woman had crashed into a large rock. She had shifted their body’s so she could take the worst of the damage and Mirabel would be fine. They continued to fall until finally, they hit the bottom.

Mirabel felt weak. Her arms and legs ached, and her chest and lengs burned. She had cuts and bruises all over her body. All she wanted was to go home and cry. She missed her family. She missed her mama’s cooking, Papa’s clumsiness, her Tio’s random dancing, and Camilo’s annoying pranks. She even missed Abuela. She’d given anything to be in the arms of her grandmother. But instead here she was, covered in cold water and sand on the edge of a lake. She lay there, catching her breath and regaining some strength and stability in her arms and legs. After some time, she lifted her head and tried to look around. She squinted, and from what she could tell, they were at a cove. Suddenly Mirabel looked around frantically, searching for the woman. She felt her body crash against the rock, so she knew she was in unbearable pain. Mirabel forced herself to stand and began searching for the woman. “Ma’am. Can you hear me? ¿Puedes oírme?”

“Come here, child.” Mirabel followed the sore voice and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the woman propped up against a rock, with her lower body submerged in water. Unfortunately, all relief turned to horror and worry when she saw the nasty black and purple bruise on her side. Blood poured from the side of her head and a harpoon was stabbed through her side. Mirabel gasped and rushed over to the woman, “Oh my goodness!” The woman raised her hand and stopped Mirabel in her tracks. “I’m fine. There is nothing that can be done. I was dead the moment you saw me.” Mirabel shook her head, “No! It’s not too late. There must be something I can do.” The woman stayed silent, thinking for a moment. “At least let me stay with you until you go.”

She smiled at Mirabel and allowed the young girl to take her hand. They stayed silent until the woman began to chuckle. “You know. You are the first human to show me genuine kindness. Perhaps there is one thing you can do. Help me out of the water, please.” Mirabel gently pulled her arm, quietly questioning the woman’s strange words. All questions were answered when Mirabel saw what she meant by “human.” The woman didn’t have legs. Instead, was a large fishtail, covered in beautiful, sparkling blue scales. Mirabel looked down at her hands and gasped as she finally realized they too were covered in scales, all the way up to her elbow, with sharp nails.

Mirabel stepped back and took everything in. The woman was exactly what she thought she was. A mermaid. The lady chuckled, “You’re right. I am la madre del agua, and my time is up. I have guarded my people, protected these waters, and seen the world. And I have lived a full life. I am thankful that, in my last moments I was able to meet the kindness of such a lovely and special young woman. Please, hold out your hand.” Mirabel did as she was told and gasped when the woman dropped a shell into her hand. The shell was gorgeous, a bright golden that faded and changed into a bright shade of aquamarine. Pearls decorated and dotted around the edge. “Open it.” Once again she did as she was told. She flipped open the lid and gasped. Inside was a light, it was surrounded by floating water. Mirabel was astounded. She had never seen something so beautiful in her life, even the Candle couldn’t compete with the shimmering light. She squinted and brought her face closer to see what it was. A pearl. A big one too.

“I’ve got something to confess. I’ve been watching you from my home. I had always felt a strange feeling coming from this place for years, and finally I gained the courage to come and see what it was. I was attacked by sailors, but I was determined to find the source before it was too late. I’m glad I did. You truly are a special girl, Mirabel Madrigal.” Mirabel stared dumbfounded at the woman. Special? Ha! Hardly. She suddenly felt the woman grab her hand. Without warning, a bright light surrounded them, and the water rippled and swirled. Dropplets began tortoise from the water and began circling them. “My name is Gabriella. U have carried the title of queen of ocean for many years, it is time I pass it on. You, Mirabel madrigal, I bless with the powers of the ocean. The sea itself and all its wonders are under your control. Water and all its forms now answer to you. I crown you, in this sacred cove, the princess of the sea.”

Mirabel was suddenly overtaken by a strong feeling of warmth as a pulsing light coming from Gabriella. Her long hair swirled around her as she began speaking, “Este poder es tuyo, y solo tuyo. Toda el agua de la tierra está bajo tu control. Find my people. Find my sister Adriana, she will help you.” She leaned closer to Mirabel, “You are are strong, Mirabel. Never forget that.” Suddenly, Mirabel’s body was enveloped in a bright light. She looke down at her hands and was shocked when she found blue scales appearing on her hands and traveling all the way to her elbows. Webbed membranes grew between her fingers, and sharp claws sprouted from her fingertips.

She watched in astonishment at her transformation, but gasped when she looked down at her legs. Her legs were gone. In their place was a large and long mermaids tail. Bright and beautiful, scales fading from dark blue at the base of the tail to bright aquamarine. She gasped in surprise as sharp spines poked up from the back of her tail. At first she throught she had blacked put from the fall. That she was dreaming up the whole thing. But this was real. “I almost forgot how beautiful the transformation is. You look gorgeous. At the bottom of the cove is an underwater tunnel, follow it until you reach a cave. There you will find my home. May Eldoria watch over you. You are La Sirena.”

Gabriella closed her eyes and her body began to fade away in small balls of light that floated into the water. Mirabel stared at the spot the mermaid once lie and repeated the words over and over again. La Sirena. She looked down at the shell in her hands and closed it shut. She looked back over her body and stayed in that same spot for a while, moving her tail around to get a better feel for it. She weighed over her options, as if she had a choice. She didn’t know where she was and she had no idea on how to get back to the Encanto. Her only option was to follow Gabriella’s advice and found the cave underwater. She racked her hands over her face and groaned. “Guess I’ve go no choice. Hopefully being a mermaid is the same as it is in stories.” She reached for her glasses, checked and bent but better than swimming practically blind, and dove into the water. Hoping it’ll lead to some answers and a way back home.

WOOOAHHHHH SO RAD❗❗❗

Ngl she took that way better than anyone else. Like I would've started freaking out. They fact that she was chill with it. Like I know there's magic and all, but still 😭 REGARDLESS. Very cool, i like it so far ☝

Also?? Family not cool??? Hope that doesn't stick <\\\3

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #la sirena au

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