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Kitsune au Preview (ch1) by ajility

Ectoberhaunt 2021, Day 18, Spider Lily (treat)

(Originally posted 10 November 2021)

This is an unbeta'd version of the first chapter for a much longer kitsune au fic I'm writing! @13thcat originally came up with kitsune au, though I'll be taking my version in a different direction :3c

Summary: Being from a family that has a history in exorcism mostly meant that he gets laughed at in school and his parents spend too much time building ridiculous weapons to fight things that don't exist. ...And then his parents decided to move to Japan, halfway through Danny's first year of high school, and he quickly learns that spirits do exist, and that finding them is a lot easier than his parents led him to believe.

Keep reading, or check it out on ao3!

Ch01 Sneak-peek:

Danny knows he’s dreaming in the same way that you know something terrible is going to happen to the protagonist in the beginning of a horror movie; it’s a fact, there’s nothing that can be done about it, but you still flinch when it happens, you still hold yourself back from yelling at the screen and telling the characters ‘no! don’t go in there!’

He’s in a forest, the same forest he always sees in his dreams, with trees too tall and wide to really exist and little dancing lights that flicker at the edges of his vision. There are a lot of things like the lights, that lurk and taunt and exist only until he tries to look at them more directly, but the lights are the most prevalent… and the only ones he doesn’t really mind.

At least they don’t make him feel like he’s being watched, like there’s something silently laughing at him and waiting for him to come just a little bit closer so it can pounce.

Leaves rustle and a stick snaps behind him. Danny spins around, already growling and ready to protect himself, but… there’s nothing there. Nothing he can see, at least.

Danny knows that ghosts aren’t real, when he’s awake — or at least, not real in the way his parents think they are. They don’t go around haunting and killing the living. They don’t hide items that are important to people. They aren’t malevolent, they aren’t the source of all living people’s problems, and they most certainly don’t need to be hunted with special weapons.

Maybe things were different in the past, he doesn’t technically have proof that they’re not real… but despite being from a long line of exorcists, his parents don’t have proof that they are real, either. You would think that a family of exorcists would have some sort of proof, if the things they exorcise actually exist.

But things aren’t as clear-cut, when he’s dreaming. Dream-him isn’t bothered by things like reality and science; he takes note of the little lights dancing just out of focus and thinks ‘will-o-wisps’. He sees strange shadowy shapes creeping between trees and thinks ‘bakemono’.

He does things like growl and bear his teeth at potential threats that never actually turn visible.

It’s probably a good thing he hardly ever remembers the dreams upon waking, because there are a lot of invisible potential threats in the forest, and it’d be really bad if Danny picked up a habit and started reacting to things by growling when he’s awake, too.

A gust of wind. More rustling leaves. A low growl builds in the back of his throat. A shadow starts building up just off to his right side, something growls back, and Danny slaps a paper tag in the direction of the shadow before taking off, twisting and weaving between the trees.

Branches almost seem to reach out for him but he’s gone before they can ever make contact, moving so quickly it’s almost like he’s flying, feet never even touching the ground.

He makes it to a stone path and stops for just a second, orienting himself and choosing a direction before continuing to run. He can just make out a splash of bright red through the trees and he grins — a torii gate. He must be near the entrance, if he can just make it through the gate-

A teasing laugh sounds out, directly next to his ear, and Danny lashes out with sharpened claws even as he’s jumping away. How did one get so close-?

A ripped paper tag drifts to the ground.

“Ohh, your reaction time is getting better,” a voice teases, from directly in front of him.

He growls in frustration, because he still can’t see the speaker. How can he deal with a spirit, if he can’t tell what type it is?

“You don’t want to step through that gate, though,” the speaker continues, either ignoring the fact he can’t see them or unaware of it.

“Why not?” Danny demands, “I want to go home.”

“And so did all of us, at one point or another,” the voice agrees, and it’d almost be sympathetic if the sharp edge of amusement wasn’t still present, “but that doesn’t make it a good idea.”

“So, what? You want me to wander around this forest forever?” Danny says sarcastically.

“No, of course not. This world has much more than a single forest, and you have a whole lot to learn.”

There’s a pause. He thinks that maybe they left or just don’t want to give him any real explanation, but then there’s a soft pressure on the back of his neck and the voice is directly by his ear again.

“We’ll see each other soon, but for now… What I want, is for you to wake up, little fox. Before you forget how.”

Danny wakes with a start, only to get pulled back by his seatbelt and to find Jazz staring at him with raised eyebrows. He grasps at the remnants of his dream, trying to hold on to anything at all, but it’s already fading.

His fingers feel weirdly blunted and tingly, there’s an uncomfortable pressure in his jaw, and even the way he’s sitting feels wrong, like he shouldn’t be able to lean back in a car like this. He’s felt like this after just waking up before but usually it isn’t quite this vivid.

It’d probably help if he could remember what he dreams about — are they even dreams? Maybe it’s nightmares — but all he can call up is the thought of running, needing to run, and an impression of teasing laughter. He sighs.

“We’re almost there, honey,” Maddie says, “and look! There’s the school you two will be attending now. It looks nice.”

“It looks old,” Danny grumbles, crossing his arms. What a way to start a New Year: another weird dream, and an overly long trip because his parents decided they’re going to move to Japan halfway through a school year. “Why couldn’t we at least wait until summer for this?”

“The shrine won’t sit there forever, Danno! Great grandpa Walker left it to us, and it’s our duty to uphold the Fenton family name and hunt down those ghosts!” Jack says, with way more excitement than the situation warrants.

“Spirits, Jack. We have to be respectful,” Maddie reminds him.

Jack nods and brandishes the ecto-gun he’s been polishing since they got off the plane and started driving. “Right! Maybe your school will be haunted, wouldn’t that be exciting? It could be our first job in Japan!” He points the gun in the direction of the school as they drive past.

Jazz puts a bookmark in the book she hasn’t stopped reading since they left, and snaps it shut. “I’ll pass on that, actually. I plan on getting an education at school, not performing exorcisms.”

“Oh come on kids, quit whining. It’s fun to move to a new place, it’ll be an adventure!” Maddie insists, glancing back at them for a second. This leads to them almost missing a turn, and she dramatically spins the wheel to make up for it with a “Whoops!”

Jazz’s book slides into Danny’s leg, and Jazz probably would’ve slid into him too if it weren’t for their seat-belts. The road gets bumpier, then turns into dirt and starts slanting up. Danny suddenly has a very bad feeling about this.

Jazz does too, if the way it looks like she suddenly swallowed a lemon is anything to go by. “...mom? Why are we heading up the mountain now?”

“We’ve talked about this, sweetie. We’re here to take over the upkeep of a shrine.”

“Yes,” Jazz replies slowly, “but that doesn’t explain why we’re heading up a mountain when we’re supposed to be moving into our new living space today.”

“The shrine is our new living space Jazzypants!” Jack booms, “and everyone knows that shrines have to be on mountains! It’ll be great, what better way to learn more about the gho- er, spirits on this side of the world than to live right in a real shrine?”

Danny is pretty sure that isn’t true, that there’s no requirement that says shrines have to be on mountains, but arguing it is probably a moot point. It wouldn’t change the fact that this shrine seems to be on a mountain, and that his parents have, evidently, decided they’re going to live in it. Are you supposed to live in shrines?

He exchanges a glance with Jazz. At least they’re both annoyed about this, and Jazz hasn’t been able to muster up her ‘look on the bright side of things!’ attitude yet. They’re going to have to walk down a mountain every day to get to school, just because their parents are obsessed with ghosts, despite the fact that they’ve never even seen a real ghost — or spirit, as they’ve started insisting ever since they first learned of the shrine great grandfather left them.

Danny never met his great grandfather. He didn’t even know they still had any family living in Japan, but maybe if he’d known, he would’ve been able to beg the man not to leave a shrine to his parents.

Jazz leans over and whispers, “...maybe it won’t be that bad? People probably don’t send spam mail to shrines, and mom and dad can’t attach any weird giant signs to it, right? It’d be too disrespectful.”

When the shrine comes into view, any potential optimism they’ve dredged up disappears just as quickly as Danny’s memories of his dream did.

It might have been beautiful, once upon a time, but now… well. He’s pretty sure their grandfather hadn’t been doing any upkeep for at least a few years now. The paint is cracked and peeling and it looks entirely abandoned, some plants have even started wrapping around the wood and growing up through cracks.

The inside isn’t any better. Some of the wood is rotting and there are even more spiderwebs. The only upside is that since their grandfather lived there for so long, there are valid living areas, even if they desperately need to be cleaned and fixed up. Upon seeing the outside, Danny had been half worried that there wouldn’t be a kitchen or bathroom or bedrooms.

...actually, maybe it would’ve been better if there hadn’t been a kitchen. Then they would’ve had to find an alternate living situation, and their parents wouldn’t be excitedly discussing how they’re going to fix up the place and what additions they should add on.

Their parent’s enthusiasm hasn’t wavered at all, despite the state the shrine is in — and worse, the fact this is a shrine doesn’t seem to be stopping them from pulling out plans for a lab and workshop space. Now that it’s happening, he isn’t sure why he and Jazz expected otherwise; their parents are nothing if not predictable. At least the living quarters are separate from the main part of the shrine.

Jazz glances at him and offers a weak smile. “At least we’ll get to learn more about the other half of our heritage?”

Danny isn’t sure that’ll make up for everything else, but he nods. At least Jazz can work up some excitement over learning about the culture.

All he’s thinking about is Amity Park and Nasty Burger and everything else they left behind. He’s interested in learning more about Japan too, of course, but… he would’ve preferred to do it through the internet. Or anime. Or anything less extreme than ‘move to the country with roughly 24 hours of warning.’

The moving truck has already dropped off all their stuff, at least. His parents start bringing in all the larger boxes and furniture, while he and Jazz bring in small boxes and suitcases… then start the arduous task of cleaning.

Danny stops and turns around more than once, quite certain something is watching him from the forest that surrounds the shrine, but nothing is ever there.

They work late into the night, getting rid of all the spiderwebs and dirt first. The next day, they start going through cabinets and counters and shelves, dusting and clearing out any of the random stuff they find.

It’s mostly empty, but Danny finds a few old papers with calligraphy he can’t read and a surprisingly nice teapot. It’s heavy and black, probably cast iron, with a gold flower design going around the outside. It feels strangely warm when he picks it up, but he can’t get the lid off, so it must be a decorative piece.

He sets it down on the counter and goes to get Jazz, intending to show her the teapot and see if she can open it… but it’s gone when they walk back over.

“...so?” Jazz asks, glancing around the room with a raised eyebrow. “I thought you found a fancy teapot.”

Danny goes through the cabinets quickly, but those are empty too. “I left it right there, it was black and had gold designs!”

Jazz stares at the counter that very clearly has nothing on it. “...mhm. I think the dust might be getting to your head. Oh!” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a little rectangular charm. “I picked this up earlier, here. It’s an ‘omamori,’ meant for luck and protection. You can keep it in your pocket or hang it off a bag, and when it gets really dirty or a year passes, you replace it.”

Danny examines the little charm for a second, silk embroidered with gold thread, then puts it in his pocket.

“Shrines usually sell these,” she continues, “so we might end up having a whole bunch here. I have no idea what mom and dad plan on doing besides the exorcism stuff, but… we’ll probably have to start doing some shrine stuff too, right? It’s just a local shrine, but people must still know it’s here, so we might get visitors… I have to research it more.”

Right. The exorcism stuff. Danny wonders if people here will be more open to the idea, or if they’ll get scoffed at and laughed at again — no one in the US ever took them seriously, though they did occasionally get accused of being devil worshipers.

“Thanks for the charm, Jazz,” he replies, instead of addressing any of the other stuff. He has no idea what they’ll end up doing with the shrine, after all, and with how long repairs and fixing everything up is going to take… well. There’s plenty of time for his sister to research.

Jazz smiles and nods. “There’s a bunch of different types, I’ll have to figure out what each is for. For now though, let’s go outside? I think it’s time for some fresh air. We can finish inside once mom and dad decide where they actually want to put everything.”

There’s a loud crash as something is dropped in the other room, quickly followed by Jack shouting, “I’m ok!”

“...yeah, outside sounds like a good plan,” Danny agrees, and they go to sit on the freshly swept steps to the shrine.

Danny takes a moment to actually look at the area surrounding them for the first time. They’re around three fourths of the way up the mountain, and there’s a stone path that splits in two right outside the gate, one side going down the mountain and the other leading farther up, disappearing into the trees. There must be something at the top of the mountain then, right? Besides more trees, since it seems to mostly be forest here.

He turns his attention to the gate, which desperately needs a paint job, and notices a splash of color he hadn’t seen when they first drove up. Spider lilies. Had those been there yesterday?

“Hey Jazz,” he asks, pointing at the flowers, “were the spider lilies there when we drove up yesterday? I didn’t notice them.” Considering they’re the only part of the shrine that’s bright red, what with everything else being so faded, he definitely should’ve noticed them.

“Spider lilies?” Jazz repeats, looking towards the gate. “Oh. Those are red poppies, Danny. I’ll have to get you a book on plants, whenever we find out where the nearest library is… They were there, they just hadn’t been in bloom when we arrived.”

Not being in bloom is a good enough reason for him to miss them, but… Danny is pretty certain those are spider lilies. He might not be great at plants, but even he knows that poppies are small and roundish, and those flowers are large and spindly.

Maybe he’ll get Jazz a book on plants instead.

Whatever.

He stands up and stretches. “I’m gonna go for a walk. Be back soon, ok?”

Jazz sighs and also stands, brushing off her pants. “Ok. I’ll do a little more cleaning, maybe try to convince mom and dad to get our beds set up for tonight. Be careful?”

“Yeah yeah,” Danny replies, already heading towards the forest. “I’ve got the charm you gave me, I’ll be fine!”

As he walks through the gate, he stops for a second to take a closer look at the flowers and determines that yep, they’re definitely spider lilies. He’ll have to make fun of Jazz later, for thinking they’re poppies… Maybe she needs glasses? But for now, he heads up the path. It’s time to find out what’s at the top of the mountain.

Check it out on ao3 for notes and more info.

#ajility writes #ajs fanworks #danny phantom #moving onto blog #originally posted 10 nov 21 #ectoberhaunt2021 #dp kitsune au #kitsune danny #dp fic #dp ff #fic preview #ectoberhaunt

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gerec · 1 year

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Do you think any art or writing events are still happening in the Cherik fandom that might come up this year?

Hi Anon,

Last year, we had the following events happening in the X-Men fandom:

X-Men Rare Pairs 2022 - Feb/Mar X-Men Remix Madness 2022 - June X-Men Kink Meme 2022 - Sep/Oct Secret Mutant Madness 2022 - Nov/Dec

(This list doesn't include pan-fandom writing events like AU-gust or Whumptober etc.)

All of the above are both art and writing events; I run Rare Pairs and Remix and @jackyjango is the Mod for Kink Meme and Secret Mutant. In the past few years we've had interest spike up and down pretty dramatically:

Rare Pairs - 41 works (2020), 87 works (2021), 17 works (2022) Remix - 51 (2020), 21 (2021), 16 (2022) Kink Meme - 23 (2020), 39 (2021), 8 (2022) Secret Mutant - 25 (2020), 36 (2021), 7 (2022)

As you can see, we've had a big decrease in participation this past year, which leads me to believe that interest in fandom wide events continues to wane (this has been happening on average yr over yr). Speaking only for myself - it's unlikely I'll run Rare Pairs again (that's a fest for all pairings except the Cherik juggernaut, started so people could have a place to write for other faves besides the main ship). Remix...I'll wait and see and do an interest check later in the year. Will let Jacky speak to the other two events :D

(There used to be an X-Men Big Bang too but that hasn't happened in oh...more than 5 years at least I think.)

#gerec rambles #fandom #xmfc #cherik #xmen

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brideofkylosolo · 8 months

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Sixth AU-Gust is up. Hope you all like it

#au gust 2023 #fanfic #fanfiction #oc insert #oc insert fic #film: the last duel.#oc character #jacques le gris

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stovepiperat · 11 months

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yo pleaaaase tell me more about your post canon Hickey/Silna au

MAN you dont know how youve just activated my trap card. i think about this horrible ambitious thing—and it really would be, i think, way darker and more pure straight up horror than any terror fic ive written before which is part of why it is Not Coming To An AO3 Near You Any Time Soon lmao—i affectionately call it Silnahickey Worst End AU because it really does just suck so bad for everyone involved which is to say silna :((( ykw let me just paste the og post i made about it and add the snippet i tweeted. tw uhhh tuunbaq typical horrors

Re: The Terror - cravings 2021-12-15

Okay, this is like. INDEFENSIBLE, even by my Terrorshipping standards, but I kind of want Worst End Hickey/&Silna, where an absolutely horrible terrible turn of events has left the failed shaman with zero (0) Tuunbaq, a debt that the magic sought to pay (a... hole it had to fill, if you will) by providing her with the vastly inferior psychic connection with what's left of Hickey. I was trying to justify this want to myself and the best I could come up with was the sentence "I just don't think it's possible for her to respect a man less??" so, uh, yeah.

Just. Totally OTT grimdark icy bloody body horror and tragedy. Silna, still rocked with grief for the loss of her father and community and haunted by nightmares of the inventive gore the expedition ended in, dealing with a worse winter than usual, grimly being followed by a more-than-a-little feral and dead, spitting mad Hickey.

I think he ended up as kind of a Tuunbaq magic-corpsemeat combination at this point, like, he has one arm and some of Tuunbaq's memories and a really fucked-up teeth situation and he is never going to stop craving the taste of human flesh and thanks to Silna he is never going to get it again. They can only communicate with each other by thought. Hickey's loping gait is disturbing in a way that is maybe 50% zombie and 50% seems like this is the wrong number of limbs somehow. Eventually they figure out that he can turn into a bigger monster form and at least once Silna tries to set him on fire.

I feel too bad about this ultra-whump scenario if the timeframe is too long, so maybe eventually they settle into a dynamic that more or less works (no thanks to Hickey's best efforts.) Possibly a scene where Silna walks out into the dark and stands there for a moment, until a monstrous shape lurches out of the mists and drops a piece of game at her feet, and then an icy gust sweeps past, and it's Hickey, copiously scarred, unsmiling, kneeling in front of her with his mouth still bloody from the dead animal between them.

#mine #to tag better later #sorry #anyway. This

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augustwritingchallenge · 2 years

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the link to your collection in your FAQ looks like it's still talking about AU-gust 2021; is 2022 using the same collection?

No, that is a mistake. Thank you for bringing it to my attention. :)

The 2022 collection is here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/AUgust_2022/profile

#ask #au_gust

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 1 year

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Space Dragons AU Masterlist

AUs in this AU:

Alien

Sci-fi

Futuristic

One-shots:

Whumpcember 2022's 'The Aching of his Bones'

Main fic 'A Calling For A Healing'

AU-gust 2021's 'Glowing Blue'

#my masterlist #space dragons au

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40610481

Now You See Me, Now You Don't by AGayRowanTree It’s 2 AM, and he’s lying around the kitchen, staring at the fridge sadly. Though realistically, he knew he could eat none of it, Peter could still remember how the food used to taste on his tongue. He just wanted to look at it. Impulsively, He wrapped his fingers around the handle and pulled the fridge open, only to hear a quiet “what the fuck…?” Words: 633, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 9 of AU-gust challenge Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Black Widow (Movie 2021), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Benjamin Parker, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), May Parker (Spider-Man), Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Character Turned Into a Ghost, AU-gust | August Writing Challenge, ghost au, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter is a Little Shit

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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simplyeu4ria · 2 years

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🐺 ❁

EPILOGUE

Pairing: Werewolf! Jungkook x Unknown identity! Reader

~(severely unedited: started 02/05/2022 ended 01/06/2022)~

Genre: high school au, werewolf au, angst, uncomfortable moments but only on a couple of parts, lots and lots of fluff, family abuse (mentions only) but Namjoon saves the day

Rating: +17 au

Summary: You are y/n the simple orphan girl, who lives with your step-parents who don’t treat you right. The school make a laugh at you but when Jin and Jimin help you your life changed from the bad to the good. Jungkook the heartthrob is not what you think behind those cold stares that you get across the classroom. With him and his six other stepbrothers and a couple of girls they reveal they are more than just the popular…

Word count: longest story I have written so far 45004

(and coincidently 4 versions of this story, 5 weeks to make, and 4 years of loving BTS)

Warnings: some uncomfortable moments, mean talk, mention of degrading names, mild swearing

a/n: first request/story on this account; since this a popular type of oneshot for Jungkook I am sorry in advance if this like another oneshot, have fun reading

I have noted similarities in other ffs throughout, please notify me if you find another

I can say that this original and that its my own work, but since this is not subjected under copyright because its Tumblr please do not copy my work you will feel guilty in the end, trust me.

Happy indulging into an infp-t’s mind common things you will see;

Subtle reference to books that I have read

Very romantic moments

Things that don’t make sense but makes sense in my head

Maybe a spoiler to the next book idea

2nd January 2021

You woke up on another bed this time in the morning, looking at the ceiling. You lifted your head up, before moving to fix your bed head, looking around the room with squinted eyes. You stood up and walked around the king-sized bed through the dark room and on to the balcony, that over-looked one of the many gardens. You sighed closing your eyes taking in the fresh morning air, recounting the events from last night.

You were out there for some time, when you felt two muscular hands wrapping around your waist, which pulled you away from the railing, enveloping in the masculine scent of oak, musk and roses. You leaned back against the hard chest and felt warm breaths against your back and your nape. You turned around and lifted your arms to wrapped around the male’s neck, who placed kisses against your collarbone.

Jungkook pulled you against him, he felt you shiver when a gust of wind went by. So, he patted your thighs, and you lifted your thighs. He grabbed them placing them around his waist, you pulled him close with your arms and legs clinging onto him. He pulled you inside and placed you against the bed.

Also did I mention he is shirtless, and no you did not do whatever, last night. You blushed when Jungkook kissed your neck, and you were immediately stimulated, and you remembered the events of what happened the night before (that got him the reason to be shirtless).

At the thoughts you grabbed the bed pillows covering your face. Jungkook chuckled at your cuteness, he thought you looked amazing with your untamed hair displayed against the pillows with you in his oversized hoodie, and with your tiny pjs shorts.

You looked so small and cute by your behaviour but with your legs going on for miles, which was one of Jungkook’s favourite things about you, he thought you had long legs for your size, which made you mature but more beautiful once your personality started to shine. That was one of Jungkook’s many favourite little things about you. Cute personality and face in a matured body. So adorable and loveable.

He chuckled again at the thought of him being lovesick for a girl. But here he was being lovesick for you…his mate…and he was already loving the fact that you were blushing at his undying affection for you.

He gently removed the pillow from your blushing face bringing his head down to snuggle against your neck taking in your scent. He turned the both of you around so that you were laying on top of him, he shuffled back so he sat up against the headboard.

That’s when you looked at him for the first time properly that day, with your eyes adjusting to the dim light coming from the outside hitting the dark room. The lighting made your skin glow bright, ‘Darling, what were blushing about hmm? You know I am always curious.’ He asked in a teasing tone, he knew exactly knew what you were thinking about. But he couldn’t miss a chance to tease you about it.

You on the other hand were hiding your face again, this time in your hands. Remembering the memories of last night…

~✧~

You walked back upstairs tired from the events of the night’s ball, with Jungkook leading you away from the now emptying ballroom. When you had come back from the ceremony in the forest, it was tradition for the new soon-to-be Alpha couple take a dance together. You thought you wouldn’t be tired for that but, when the boys took you dancing in turns again, you got tired again quicker than expected and Jungkook even pulled you for one last dance.

He then pulled you away to greet the Alphas who congratulated you on your engagement. If that wasn’t enough, you had to make up a speech on thanking everyone and hoping that you and Jungkook would be a better Alpha couple in the future and this and that.

Once you had finished, more people rushed you into conversations and things, but your Mum and Dad saw your tiredness who told her friend, Mother or Jungkook’s mom, to tell Alpha Kim who you ask to call him Father during the congratulations. To tell everyone that they would now put and end to the night and he’d hope that they’d have a safe journey tomorrow if he doesn’t manage to meet them, in the early morning.

You thanked them by nodding to everyone before saying the last farewells. Jungkook was currently leading you through another corridor which you didn’t recognised, but by the scents that you were picking up of your newfound identity, that it was the boys’ personal bedroom corridor.

You had reached the room at the end, entering a very dark room. You recognised the room, being very similar to Jungkook’s room back at the manor, but much more bigger. Modern interior compared to the corridor outside, greyscale and various gaming consoles under the tv. With a queen-sized bed in the centre. There was another door leading to the ensuite.

You walked tiredly before, lying against the bed. Jungkook chuckled at your childish behaviour but smiled fondly before he lied next you. Holding your hand. You felt the love and connection through that one touch making you sigh loudly in comfort.

Once you got your energy, you shuffled to move to the ensuite. Before you turned around and asked; ‘Do you have any spare clothes?’ Jungkook nodded before getting up walking over to the dark oak closet and grabbing a hoodie and what you recognised as your own shorts which you packed from you bag, it was probably moved here because of the events. You thanked him before entering and closing the door. Jungkook on the other side of the door waited outside for his turn, whilst hearing the shower turn on.

(A/N: I based the next part of this chapter with inspiration from a Wattpad book BTS Imagines 2 by @lilacmingi: this inspired me to write in the first place, its called ‘Jungkook: long hair imagine’ There is another oneshot I also used as inspiration, but I can’t find it currently once I do will mention it hereà

I am not going to make this a smut I don’t want to and I don’t think I am ready for that yet.)

~I can tell that you are all complaining but that stuff is not happening anytime soon with this oneshot maybe it’s a bonus part, but I don’t know yet~

Soon you were lying in your bed, waiting for Jungkook to come out of the shower. You were currently reading the book, which was lying on the bedside table, the book that Namjoon showed to Mother and Father. You were currently at the end of the True Alpha Couple legend. And went to grab another book from your bag inside the cupboard, before closing it and walking back to your bed. Opening the book and started to read the book…

Ten minutes later, the ensuite door opened revealing Jungkook wearing a skin-tight shirt and work-out pants, you looked up immediately widening your eyes at the sight, and shyly looked at your book whilst pretending to ignore him. And now you know why he made you wear his hoodie turns out it matched his work-out pants, you blushed more at the thought of matching him.

He knew you were looking at him the moment he left the ensuite. Jungkook chuckled before moving over to the cupboard opening the door, looking at mirror inside and putting on the hairdryer, lifting his hands up to dry his hair. Jungkook, could you see you occasionally glancing at him probably at his flexing back underneath his shirt, he grinned when you accidently met eyes with him. And god did he love to see you blush under his gaze.

His Alpha growled lowly in possession, and you snapped out of it, and hide behind your book. Jungkook could see you in his hoodie and god you looked so small and so innocent. Jungkook put down the hairdryer, once his hair was almost dry, but the tips of his hair was wet, he did his skin routine and walked over to you.

He sat in front of your crossed legs, on the edge of the bed. He looked at your face who was currently trying very hard to ignore his stares. You didn’t mean to look at him so deeply with so much interest, but he was your mate and thought it was okay to look but you didn’t think it would be this scary, being looked at with this much love. You heard Jungkook sigh before he pushed the book down from out of the view of your face with his large hand covering the pages.

‘Y/n are we going to not talk to each other like on our first time together overnight staying in the room?’ He asked. You shook your head but still didn’t make eye contact with him.

‘So, what is the book about?’ he asked looking at your face you gulped down your nervousness before saying; ‘Well there this girl and boy, they are in love since childhood…’

Jungkook hums before moving closer to your face ‘Now that they are older, they started to date…’

Now he’s staring at you…

‘But then on a date the boy explains to the girl that he’s a mafia she gets scared of their relationship, they sadly break up.

He later gets chased by the police and he soon get arrested for killing people…

he later tells her that he only kills the guilty.’ He moved his body so that he was leaning close to your face, taking an inhale of your scent, ‘Go on.’

‘And the girl feels bad for him and helps his mafia business. She then helps him escape from prison with the help of his friends…’ He gently grabbing the book out of your hand and placing it on the bedside table before grabbing you by the hips pulling you close to him; you fall against the bed but your too busy explaining you don’t realise

‘They fall in love again and now the boy and girl are fighting for their freedom from fear and love, against their arch nemesis and bad police people and that’s the part I got up to…’

You looked up at Jungkook’s who was looking down at you, then you realised your position he was on top of you on the bed. You blushed deeply feeling your red cheeks, you tried to hide your face with your hands, Jungkook gently grabbed your hands and placed them on either side above your head. Jungkook bend his head down to reach to your before saying.

‘If he gets arrests for killing people the innocent then should be a crime to be this beautiful blinding the innocent…’ he said whilst staring at you. You blushed looking away, Jungkook then brought his face in front of your face, letting go of one of his hands to cup your cheek, making you look at him. ‘But I love it.’ He said joining your lips together.

You whined loudly at the contact wanting to touch him more, you moved your hands but were suppressed by Jungkook lips on yours. You moved your hands around more, but Jungkook’s grip tightened, he let go of your lips. He then reattached his lips against yours, releasing your hands before moving his hands against your body in rough movements, matching the intense rhythm of your lips.

Your hands move to his chest, then to his shoulders, and finally moving up to grip his long hairs. Jungkook growled lowly at the pulling of his hair, moving his hands to grab your hips and sliding a hand underneath your(his) hoodie pulling you impossibly closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. The more you grabbed his hair the more desperate he became.

Jungkook’s hair never used to be this long, Jungkook only started to grow out his hair recently.

He bashfully admitted 2 weeks ago, in the cars on the way to a restaurant, one evening with the boys and the girls. He grew out his hairs only when you started to follow male models who had long hair on your socials.

He wanted to look cool like them and you dare him one night over a call and so he did grew out his hairs. You couldn’t lie he did look super hot, with his long dark sweaty hair over his eyes. When he left from basketball practice on that last day, when he asked you stay with him and the guys for the holidays…now that was a sight to see.

Jungkook lifted you off the bed snapping you out of your thoughts, making you let out a gasp. Jungkook pulled your hips on top of him so that you were straddling him. His tongue moved inside your open mouth, meeting yours, making you let out a whine.

Jungkook moved his lips to kiss at your neck, leaving butterfly kisses. Each kiss sending another wave of sparks through your spine, you could never get used to that feeling. You pulled Jungkook away from your neck.

Meeting your lips again, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Jungkook pushed his hands further up your back underneath his hoodie and caressed your skin on your spine. You shivered at the contact.

Jungkook pulled away before placing you against the bed against lifting his body upwards. Your eyes looked up at him curiously, Jungkook chuckled at your expression you chuckled along with him. He suddenly grabbed his shirt by the waistline and pulled it over his head. Before throwing it away somewhere else in the room. You blushed at Jungkook’s shirtless form.

Jungkook smirked at you before leaning down attaching your lips again, he could feel you moving your hands around against his chest. Each movement you were trying to commit to memory, feeling every crevice of his built but lean abs to his strong back muscles. All while your lips were attached in a sloppy kiss.

Jungkook was doing the same to your hips and your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him impossibly closer, making sure that you feel just as amazing as he is. Jungkook was looking at your reactions, taking in when your body language showed him pleasure and happiness, to his touches.

Making sure that you were comfortable with him. To make sure it was not just a dream. Your whines and pants told him so… that you were here in front him and that you were the both the causes of each other…euphoria.

Soon the make-out session made it to a pecking session. With Jungkook pecking your face mainly your lips, whilst saying what he loves about you and the rest of the little nothings. You felt Aiyana whine at the contact, the both of you basking the affection of Jungkook and his wolf.

Jungkook let go of you, sensing you were tired and placed himself next to you on the bed. He pulled you close so that you were against his chest, and he started to sing, you felt your eyes closed at the tunes of his voice and heartbeat. You finally heard 8 letters forming three words 3 words coming from his mouth:

‘I love you so much princess. I love you y/n.’

‘I love you too.’ You said, before you fell into a deep sleep in the arms of your love, in the safety of each others’ arms away from the world outside.

~✧~

‘Kookie~’ you whined at Jungkook, who was already laughing at your blushing face. He chuckled saying ‘Sorry princess, I just had to tease you.’ You pouted and Jungkook chuckled, before placing kisses on your face. You whined more complaining at the kisses, Jungkook pulled back curiously;

‘I have bad breath though…’ you whined. Jungkook chuckled before saying;

‘Me too, princess, come on lets go and brush our teeth.’ Then he picked you up and walked over to the bedroom.

Soon the both of you changed (you into a blue cardigan with white pants, Jungkook into a blue Jumper and black pants) and were talking in the corner of the room with you sitting on Jungkook’s lap, on the black chair and a half (this is a real thing).

Soon Jungkook’s eyes turned red, before changing into their normal colour. ‘Come on let go, the guys mind-linked me.’ You nodded before getting off Jungkook and the both of you exited the room before heading down the corridor.

Once you got to the stairs, you saw everyone waiting for you. The both of you bowed to everyone, walking downstairs, greeting the other girls and waited at the entrance, with Mother and Father. Eventually, you and Jungkook greeted the Alphas and Lunas and their first-borns goodbye.

You eventually met your parents again who hugged you tightly and greeted you. They invited you to visit their pack sometime in the summer. You nodded and you exchanged numbers, so you could keep in contact. Eventually, it was time for you to have Lunch. You headed to the dining room and the both of you, and you ate whilst chatting with everyone.

Eventually Hoseok asked the very important question;

‘So are you two together?’ he asked whilst smiling at the two of you, who nodded and smiled at Jungkook who was already looking at you. ‘Yeah, we are.’ The both of you said.

Then everyone bought pop crackers from underneath the table shouting ‘Congratulations!’ as decorations flew everywhere with a series of pops.

You laughed loudly at the sound, smiling from ear to ear looking at your lover next to you, who was already looking at you. He pulled you into a kiss, and you could hear the cheers go louder and once you let go, you connected your heads.

‘I love you.’ You said.

Jungkook smiled before saying

‘I love you more.’

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agrego9 · 8 months

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Ceu Se Au Gust 23

Kratek pobeg v raj!

Obljubljena dežela... Ceuse :)

No Work Team!

Dan se je začel, kot se v Franciji spodobi, z rogljičkom...

...sledila je hoja...

...in čakanje na senco...

...vmes pa je potekalo intenzivno iskanje fosilov...

...ko je sonce zapustilo steno, pa se je začelo plezanje. La couleur du vent (barva vetra). Neporavnan račun iz leta 2021. Nora linija, dobra smer. Veter je res pomagal :)

Krače za krače xD

Sektor Demi lune ponuja tehnično plezanje v platah in atraktivno plezanje v previsih. Super je bilo, še pridemo!

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ao3feed-thor · 2 years

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AU-gust: Pick Two (Adoptive Family & Countryside)

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by Fields_of_Heather

Loki reads over each one, from the heartbreak of a dying mother handing over her twin sons, to the mystery of a boy with no past. Then the poor little rich girl who lost everything and the brothers that watched their mother fall apart before their eyes.

Attached to each were numerous evaluations from different government officials and workers, each with glowing reviews....

"All needs met and exceeded."

"Children show remarkable growth and emotional stability."

"Despite small living area, all children are happy, healthy and doing well in school."

"Can we clone this woman? I need a dozen more like her!"

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Day 31... Loki enlists the help of others to make your life and the lives of your kids a bit easier..... and just maybe help himself in the end.

Words: 1970, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 116 of Loki - Family Style, Part 31 of AU-gust 2022

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Loki (TV 2021)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader, Original Child Character(s), Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Kid Loki (Loki TV), Tommy Shepherd, Billy Kaplan, Matt Murdock, Tony Stark

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Adoptive Family, Alternate Universe - Countryside, Mash-up, Adopted Children, Family Feels, Family Fluff, AU-gust | August Writing Challenge, Two Shot

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/tJ7xGPl

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

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ao3feed-janefoster · 2 years

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AU-gust: The Good End

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by Fields_of_Heather

"Are you just gonna sit there and let her get away?"

Lounging on his bed, Loki looks up from the book in his hands and frowns at the woman standing in the doorway. He lifts the book up and grumbles, "She made her choice."

"No." Arms crossed, Jane huffs at her soon to be brother-in-law, "YOU made a choice. You pushed her away. You got in deep and got scared."

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Day 30.... Loki almost loses the love of his life.

Words: 1187, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 115 of Loki - Family Style, Part 30 of AU-gust 2022

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Loki (TV 2021)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader, Jane Foster (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki (Marvel)/Reader

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Good Ending, Breaking Up & Making Up, Happy Ending, Jane is an awesome friend, AU-gust | August Writing Challenge, One Shot

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

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ao3feed-tedlasso · 2 years

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star struck

by BelmotteTower

After a twenty year career — between his peak at Chelsea and England, his frequent mentions in the gossip rags back when he couldn’t stop sleeping with the wrong people, his stint as a Sky commentator, and the way that the Mannion divorce, not to mention all things Ted Lasso, had seen news about Richmond constantly escape containment of the sports pages and make major headlines in recent years — it’s actually quite rare for people to not recognise Roy. Especially in London.

It’s why he’s so amused when the — Aussie? Kiwi? Somewhere down there, anyway — woman waves him down and demands he brings her a drink. The fact that she’s apparently there with Tom Kapoor, the star of some of Jamie’s favourite trashy action films, that Roy and Keeley both get a kick out of watching Jamie watch — he’s so reactionary — who clearly has recognised Roy, just makes it even better.

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Ted Lasso AU-gust Challenge Prompt #5: Crossover

Words: 2767, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of BelmotteTower’s AU-gust Fills

Fandoms: Ted Lasso (TV), Starstruck (TV 2021)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Tom Kapoor, Jessie (Starstruck), Roy Kent, Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones

Relationships: Jessie/Tom Kapoor, Keeley Jones/Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt

Additional Tags: POV Tom Kapoor, POV Roy Kent, Crossover, Canon Universe, Celebrity culture, Mistaken Identity, fangirling

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40852413

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso Fic #ao3feed

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gerec · 3 years

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AU-gust 2021 Prompts

1. Ancient Gods AU - Part 3 of 5

Part 1 Part 2

Greek mythology au; inspired by the myth of Medusa. No warnings in this part.

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Erik watched as the man half-walked, half-stumbled his way into his home, before he managed to grab hold of the cavern wall and let out a sigh of relief. The man was handsome and quite young – as young as Erik had been before the change; before the White Queen had transformed him from man to monster. It had been fifty years and Erik had not aged a single day, though it was mortal blood that yet ran through his veins. And he had not seen or spoken to another since that fateful day at the temple, for all who sought him meant to kill him, and Erik was only too eager to repay them in kind.

He slithered closer – slithered, for the bottom half of his body now resembled that of a giant serpent, matching the snakes that sprung as hair from his head. And yet it was not these features which truly made him monstrous to behold, for they did nothing more than elicit fear from the intruders who came calling. No, it was his eyes which held the power of death, for all he gazed upon would turn entirely to stone.

It was a pity, that yet another had chosen such an ignominious fate.

As the man drew closer, Erik could see that a blindfold covered his eyes, and almost smiled at the cleverness that had so eluded the others. He was not afraid, for his gaze was not his only weapon; Erik’s aim with the bow could easily pierce his heart from a hundred paces. But he was curious that the stranger seemed to carry no sword or dagger; how then could he have hoped to best Erik and win?

“Hello? Is anyone there?” the man said, before he walked into an outstretched arm and nearly stumbled to the ground. He managed to right himself, grabbing hold of the stone limb, and recognizing its shape, proceeded to map the outline of the figure with his fingers.

“A statue?” he murmured under his breath, and then he pitched his voice louder and took another step. “I apologize for intruding, and for any damage I might have caused to your sculpture, friend.”

Erik laughed and the man immediately stilled, turning in his direction, though he made no move to attack or to hide himself in fear. He knew that his voice mirrored the susurrus song of the snakes on his head, and marveled at the stranger’s seeming courage in the face of certain danger. “It is no statue, but all that remains of a foolish man.” Then he added, “And you are not my friend.”

The stranger hesitated when he realized the meaning of Erik’s words – and the true nature of the stone ‘statue’ – and yet he still offered a rueful smile. “Not a friend then, but not an enemy either,” the man said, raising his hands in supplication as he took another step forward. “I seek your council, and your help, for I have been given a task that I am loathe to complete.”

“There is only ever one task, for those who seek this lair,” Erik hissed. “You have come for my head.”

“Please.” The stranger’s voice did not waver, though Erik could smell his fear and clearly see the tension in his shoulders. “I want only to save my mother from an unwanted suitor. He is a powerful and brutal man, the King of Seriphus, and will not leave her be unless I deliver his stated recompense.”

Since that night at the temple, Erik’s heart knew only bitterness and anger, for all that he was – his humanity, and his capacity for love – had been burned away by loneliness and pain. And so, he was surprised by the new emotions stirring in his heart; pity for the stranger’s mother, and great sadness for them both. It was cruel injustice, in an unjust world, that the powerful should be allowed to prey on the weak, and the weak made to suffer.

Perhaps, Erik could do something to alter their fate, the way he wished his own had been changed.

“Did your King ask that you bring him only the Gorgon’s head? Did he dictate that the head must be cleaved from the body?”

The man frowned. “He gave no conditions, for he believed that I would die on the journey here.”

Erik snorted. “Indeed. It’s a surprise you’ve made it this far, with nary a shield upon your back. Are you so eager to die, stranger? That you readily agreed to such a foolhardy mission?”

“No.” The man’s voice was gentle and warm, filled with none of the heat and bravado of the so called ‘heroes’ who had perished in Erik’s wake. Up close, he could discern no scars on the stranger’s body or callouses on his hands; he seemed to Erik more akin to a scholar than a fighter.

“Not eager, though I am not afraid of death. My mother saved me as an infant when I might have perished in the sea, and has loved me every day hence. I would do anything – sacrifice everything – to ensure her happiness.”

“Then I will help you,” Erik answered, though he interjected before the man could stammer his thanks. “I will journey with you to Seriphus, and bring my own head to your King so that you may fulfill your promise. In return…you will willingly look upon my face, stranger, and join me here for eternity, in undeath. What say you?”

Erik expected the man to refuse, to beg for mercy or offer gold and other riches to try and sway him from his demand. But yet again the stranger surprised him with merely a sad smile. “My name is Charles,” he said, “and I accept your offer.”

#gerec writes #cherik #ancient gods au #medusa au #au-gust 2021 #greek mythology au #part 3

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