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Mine | JJK

Summary: Jungkook really shouldn’t have ventured into the house that no one else did, and he really should have seen the warning signs, but something about you drew him in, and now, he was in and never getting out.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕smut | ♥ completed works Word Count: 5647 words

Age: 18+ Pairings: Jungkook x Demon! Female Reader

Genres/AUs/Tropes: Smut, Angst, Horror

Warnings: Unprotected sex, OC is much more than someone who manages a haunted house. Keep reading to find out. Squirting, deception, and revenge at its finest. Mentions of blood and Koo falls over and scrapes his knee. Multiple orgasms, and oral male and female receiving, call it a sinister Pokémon hunt?

Author’s Note: Kinkotober? Halloween smut is based very (EXTREMELY) loosely on the Haunting of the Bly Manor. Also, lowkey based on Taylor Swift’s Blank Space MV, the last scene, where she kills the guy and then gets ready, a new guy shows up at her door again, and the music restarts. You’ll get it later 😅 Authors Note 2: I wrote this fic some time ago, and I wanted to revive it (GET IT) for Halloween. This is my contribution to The Nightmares of Mystic Manor collab hosted by BTS Dream Court and BTS Carnival Net Authors Note 3: I didn't think I'd revive a fic, much less this one, but I could not have done any of it without my lovely friends who took time out of their days to hear me yell about banners and content for so long, thank you @shina913 and @here4btsfics for taking the time to read through this and give me feedback and help beta this! I adore you both endlessly!! 💕 Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

Jungkook loved Halloween.

It was the perfect time to play jokes and scare the shit out of people and the perfect time to encourage his “no fear, and YOLO” agenda. But tonight, he had different plans. He was going to do something that no one would dare, and for that very reason, Jungkook had to do it.

There was a mansion on Hill Street. It was rumoured to be haunted. Once upon a time, it housed a mob boss. Anyone who ever crossed him was met with a long and torturous death. He often took care of business at home. People have said that the manor’s walls had witnessed brutal murders. Decades later, the ghosts of the mob boss’ victims continue to roam the halls, wailing and screaming for mercy. and The story was that anyone who walked into that house never came out, and every Halloween, some idiot would venture into that house to never be seen again.

Jungkook laughed at all the rumours, but he was about to become that idiot tonight.

“Dude, just keep your location on, okay? Once you get to the house, just send me a message, and if your ass isn’t out by tomorrow, I’ll call the police,” Jimin warned. He was exhausted from trying to reason with Jungkook.

Jungkook could be as stubborn as a mule, and he nodded, seeing how Jimin finally gave in which made him so happy. “I’m fucking serious. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll kill you before whatever resides in that house kills you first!” Jimin said, and Jungkook nodded, this time taking the words of his friend thoughtfully.

“Noted! Now, I shall see you tomorrow if the house hasn’t killed me before that,” Jungkook jokes, making Jimin glare at him.

God, how he hated Jungkook’s adventurous streak and wished that he could tie him to a chair until Halloween was over. Jimin knew, Halloween or not, Jungkook would still venture into the house, regardless. Might as well let him do it once, get spooked and never try again, Jimin rationalised as he glared at Jungkook, who excitedly packed his bag and laced up his boots.

“Alright, see you never, Hyung!” Jungkook said as he headed towards the door, earning a smack upside his head from Jimin.

“Just go on and get your adrenaline fix! I will see you later, you brat!” Jimin nearly yelled, and Jungkook nodded, giving Jimin a tight hug before leaving.

“Damn!” Jungkook said as he reached the edge of the forest, where the manor was. He couldn’t lie to himself–it was eerie! The entire journey here was right out of a horror movie. It was dark and foggy and oddly quiet. It was just an old house, according to Jungkook, nothing else. Just a stupid old place with horrible rumours.

Jungkook would merely step inside, take a selfie and possibly say hi to a non-existent disembodied soul and then leave. And then brag to Jimin about how he was invincible and how Jimin was too worried for his own good.

However, despite how brave Jungkook was, he couldn’t ignore the feeling that he was being followed or watched as he got out of his car and approached the manor.

Jungkook always had a terrible habit of walking with his head held too high. Often, this meant he would miss a step and trip, and that’s precisely what happened as he approached the manor. He tripped and scraped his knee. He hissed in pain as he got up on his feet, only to jump in fear when he felt a hand on his back.

“Hi,” a small voice spoke from behind him. The voice filled the silence of the forest, and Jungkook swore his heart nearly stopped. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“Fuck- what the hell,” Jungkook gasped, panting hard as he placed his hand over his chest to steady his erratic heartbeat.

“Jesus, who are you?” Jungkook asked you. There was something about you, he thought, something ethereal and angelic. It was almost as if you were glowing. However, he didn’t dwell on it for too long. It was a forest, and it was foggy, it could have just been his eyes.

“Y/N,” you said, and Jungkook nodded slowly. “Are you following me or something? Who else would come to the Hill Manor?” He asked, staring at you, and you let out a soft laugh that Jungkook could have sworn sounded like music, like a choir of angels singing. But there was an underlying hint of something more sinister behind your laughter. But again, he didn’t dwell on it for too long. After all, ghosts didn’t really exist for him.

“I manage the Hill Manor, so I feel like I should be asking you what you’re doing here? Anyway, what’s your name?” You asked, moving your hand away from Jungkook’s back. And he swore that he felt the part that your hands were just on tingle. It didn’t hurt, but it felt funny.

Again, he didn’t think anything of it.

“Jungkook,” he said, smiling softly at you.

“Fuck, aren’t you nervous to, like, live here? Aren’t there ghosts and shit inside?” Jungkook asked, making you smile. The sweetest smile ever, he thought.

“Ghosts don’t exist, but I’m guessing you’re an adrenaline junkie. Here to prove something to your friends?” You questioned him, and Jungkook nodded shyly.

“Well, it’s a good thing I caught you. Most people try to break in and then run away when they hear my footsteps approach the front door,” you joked, making Jungkook smile.

“Come on, why don’t you come in? Your cut looks pretty deep and needs to be cleaned out. I have a first-aid kit inside and we can bandage it up, then afterwards, you can take as many selfies as you want,” you offered, and Jungkook nodded as he followed you towards the manor.

Jungkook could have sworn that the blood loss was affecting him more than usual. Your movements were so lithe…which made it really strange since the path to the manor was unpaved and uneven. Any normal person walking through this area would be staggering around. But you weren’t walking. You were floating. Your feet never touched the ground, but he thought that maybe he was starting to hallucinate due to blood loss, and again, the forest was foggy.

People don’t float. At least…not normal people.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook breathed out he entered the manor, and you closed the door behind him.

“What? Did you expect bodies and carnage?” You asked, and Jungkook shrugged, making you laugh.

“I manage this house, so I make sure to clean, and care for it. Besides, why would I want to make it look less appealing when my job is to get this place sold?” You explained, and Jungkook nodded as he looked around the house.

“Wait, you actually have buyers interested in this property? I thought the scary stories would have put them off?” Jungkook asked, and you smiled at him and shrugged.

“Well, I guess. I’m banking on finding one of those eccentric buyers that think living in a rumoured haunted house is cool,” you joked, making him grin at you.

“Why don’t you sit down? I’ll grab that first aid kit for you,” you suggested, and Jungkook nodded as he sat down in the living room. Everything looked modern, but what really caught his eye were the oil paintings on the wall. They were portraits, and he could have sworn one of the faces resembled yours. But again, he didn’t give it much thought.

“I can’t take these down. It adds intrigue to the house,” you said as you found Jungkook eyeing the paintings.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that one looks a lot like you,” he jokes, pointing at the specific portrait, earning a smile from you.

“Now, wouldn’t that be crazy?” You said, laughing and Jungkook nodded, agreeing.

It would be fucking crazy.

“I thought you were grabbing a first aid kit?” Jungkook asked as he saw a wet washcloth in your hand and disinfectant in the other.

“My grandma taught me old school methods. She said it’s always important to learn how to treat injuries without relying too much on modern medicine,” you explained, making him nod.

“Will I still get a band-aid?” Jungkook jokes, and you smile, nodding.

“Of course,” you answered as you sat on the couch next to him.

“Lift,” you said, nudging Jungkook’s thigh, and he hesitated. You rolled your eyes and slid off the couch to sit on your knees in front of him.

“Oh no, I can lift my leg,” Jungkook replied quickly, feeling bad for making you sit on the floor. You smiled, shaking your head at him.

“Lean back, let me clean your knees. You have tiny pebbles and dirt on them,” you offered, and he nodded, leaning back.

Jungkook winced when you dabbed his knee with the disinfectant. “Ow!” Jungkook whined, earning a soft chuckle from you.

“I thought a man covered in tattoos would have a higher pain threshold?” You joked, earning a scowl from him.

“That was voluntary pain, this is not,” Jungkook argued, and you shrugged.

“You decided to visit this manor. Despite everyone telling you not to, I’m sure. So… this counts as something pretty voluntary to me,” you said as you dabbed a salve on his wound.

“Are you always this sassy?” Jungkook asked, and you smiled at him.

“It depends on my mood,” you answered.

“And what has gotten you particularly sassy this Halloween evening?” He asked, and you sighed.

“Well, I used to throw Halloween parties here, but we had an incident some years ago where this family decided to bring their toddler. Needless to say, she got spooked. Word got out and we got some bad press. Since then, Halloween has become quite lonely,” you explained, and Jungkook nodded.

“Until you tripped. I was taking a walk, and as I was heading back, I saw you were first staring at the house and then fell over,” you explained, earning a glare from Jungkook.

“You saw me fall and didn’t help?” He asked incredulously.

“I’m helping now, aren’t I?” You spoke, and Jungkook nodded. You smiled, wrapped bandages around his injured knee and stood up.

“Thanks,” Jungkook said.

“Uh, any way I can repay you?” Jungkook asked as you sat on the coffee table across from him.

“I’d suggest joining me for a drink, but I’m assuming you drove here?” You asked and Jungkook nodded sadly.

“Ah, yeah, I’m sorry,” he scratches his neck.

Just then, as if by some force of God or magic, the wind started to howl outside, followed by some lightning and a loud thunderclap, making Jungkook throw his head back and groan.

“Welp, I guess I’m here until that dies down. I hope that’s okay?” Jungkook asked, and you nodded.

“More than okay. What’s your poison?” You asked, and he stared at you strangely.

“I feel like that’s a terrible thing to ask someone in a haunted house,” Jungkook jokes, and you laughed, leaning forward as you stood up.

“Do you scare easily?” You asked, and he looked up to meet your gaze.

“Nope! And I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Jungkook said confidently, leaning back into the couch, making you smile at him as you wandered off to the kitchen to fix him a drink.

A few moments later, you return and present him with a glass of amber liquid and ice. “Here you go!” Jungkook mouths his thanks as he accepts the drink. He took a sip of it, then immediately grimaced at the intense, burning feeling that went down his throat.

“Fuck, what is that?” He asked. He didn’t exactly hate the taste, but it certainly didn’t feel like anything familiar that he’s tried before.

“Whiskey, but it’s kind of an old treasure from this house. One of the previous owners had it, and well, I guess it got stronger over time?” You chuckled.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in awe. “So…we’re drinking a dead man’s liquor,” he laughed, “That’s got to be a solid reason to haunt you!” You roll your eyes at him.

“Why are you so damn convinced that this house is haunted?” You asked, and Jungkook shrugged.

“Where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire,” he said wisely, earning a chuckle from you.

“Alright, ghostbuster, would you like a tour of this manor?” You asked, making Jungkook’s eyes light up, nodding enthusiastically. “Finish your drink, and I’ll show you around. When we’re done,I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether or not this house is haunted,” you said, making him smile.

“Deal, but I do want a selfie with a ghost,” Jungkook jokes. You stifle a smile in response as you watch him down the rest of his drink.

“Oh, wow- I can see why this place would scare someone though,” Jungkook gasped as he followed you up the grand staircase that led into the hallway where the bedrooms were. “So if I opened the door to one of these rooms, would I see a spirit?” He asked playfully, earning a nudge from you.

Just as Jungkook laughed, a flash of lightning illuminated the second floor of the manor. He swore he saw someone behind you, just a shadow, but it wasn’t yours.

He immediately dismissed it.

“Scared yet?” You teased, making Jungkook glare at you.

“Here,” you said, handing him a bottle of liquor. “Take another sip of courage.” Jungkook grabs the bottle from you and takes a long swig, making him shudder. He would never get used to that burning sensation but at least it soothed his nerves.

“Okay, I’ll say this- this place is quite creepy,” Jungkook said as you guided him along the first floor and to another set of stairs.

“Come on, we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” you said as you climbed up another set of stairs, only for Jungkook to grab your wrist slowly.

“Wait, can I walk ahead?” He asked–showing off a bit–, waiting for you to tease him, but you just smiled at him.

“Are you scared?” You asked. There was no humour in your tone. You were honestly concerned.

“Spooked,” Jungkook admitted, and you smiled at him.

“Sorry. Why don’t we take a little break? We can relax in my room. It’s a lot less creepy,” you said, making him nod.

There was something so eerie about the hallways in this house, almost as if someone was lying in wait, ready to pounce at any point and drag him into the shadows…where he would meet a slow and painful death.

Jungkook’s grave thoughts are interrupted when you grab his hand and guide him to your room. He flinched at the contact because your skin was painfully cold to the touch…but then again, the entire house felt frigid. He thought that maybe you needed to sit in front of the fireplace or something to warm up but judging by the light clothing you had on, it looked like you were already used to the house’s arctic nature. You did live here, after all.

“Here,” you said, letting go of Jungkook’s hand as you opened your bedroom door. You let him in first and turned around to close the door behind you, not bothering to lock it.

“Yeah, this room is a lot more, I guess, bright?” Jungkook said, not knowing what to say. He wanted to say that this was the only room in the house that didn’t look insidious or scary. You walked closer to him, placing your hand on his back. He recoiled slightly but relaxed when he turns to face you.

“It’s okay to admit that you’re scared. I wouldn’t judge. Not at all. My first three months in this house, it was hell. I’d stay awake all night and wait ‘til broad daylight to get some sleep. But you get used to it, you know,” you shrug Hearing that gave Jungkook a small sense of comfort.

“Why don’t you sit?” You said as you guided him to your bed, and Jungkook nodded, kicking his shoes off and sitting on your bed, wincing slightly when his wounded knee grazed your mattress.

“You okay?” You said, approaching him and standing in between his legs. Jungkook nodded, smiling at you.

Jungkook didn’t know what exactly it was, but there was something magnetic, practically hypnotic, about you. He first felt it when you touched his back when he fell, and it never went away. You were drawing him in, and for some reason, Jungkook felt at ease. It wasn’t like you had wings, devil horns, or fangs. You were just a person…with a strange job.

“I’m just going to change into something more comfortable, but why don’t you make yourself at home?” You suggested, and Jungkook nodded as he settled further into your bed, allowing the soft sheets to caress his skin.

Jungkook fished out his phone to message Jimin and update him. He did breathe out a sigh of relief when he saw that his phone hadn’t mysteriously died upon setting foot into the house. That would usually happen in all horror movies.

Jungkook shot Jimin a text with his location, replied to a few other messages, and sent Jimin a selfie and a quick note about how you helped him out. Jimin replied, ‘use protection,’ making him chuckle as he placed his phone on your bedside table.

When you emerge from the bathroom, Jungkook nearly chokes at the sight of you.

“Y-you’re glowing…you know that?” Jungkook stutters, and you smile at him.

“What?” You asked, laughing as you climbed into the bed sitting inches away from Jungkook.

“You have this glow around you. Literally, like an angel, a halo if you will,” Jungkook said, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m guessing that yo’re single? Your pickup game is pretty weak,” you teased, and Jungkook pouted at you.

“Hey!” He scoffed.

“It’s true, I am single, but that wasn’t a pickup line! I was merely stating a fact,” he said, and you smiled, inching closer to him.

Jungkook was painfully aware of the fact that your version of changing was simply removing your hoodie, leaving you in your tight tank top and leggings that hugged every inch of your legs. You weren’t wearing a bra, he could tell.

He tried to be a gentleman, but he was only human. Your hardened nipples were poking through your shirt, and Jungkook wanted to latch his lip around them while his hand played with the other.

“Then tell me…what is your game like?” You asked, your voice low, and he smiled at you.

“I don’t talk a lot. I prefer to show,” he said, staring directly at you, making you smile at him.

“Show?” You cocked an eyebrow, playing along with him.

“I can demonstrate…if you like?” Jungkook asked, and you nodded.

“May I?” He asked, and you nodded, yelping slightly as Jungkook wrapped his arm around you and pulled you onto his lap. “You’re so cold,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers moving to inch up your tank top slightly and settling on your skin.

“I guess you’ll have to warm me up?” You said, making him smirk.

“And here you are saying my pull game is weak?” Jungkook teased, earning a playful frown from you, and laughed.

“Fuck, Y/N! If I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” Jungkook said, and you smiled at him.

“Then don’t stop,” you whispered, and Jungkook groaned as you moved to place a soft kiss on his neck.

“Fuck- shouldn’t I at least take you out on a date or something first?” He asked, and you smiled, sitting on his lap.

“You wanted to pay me back for fixing up your knee? This can be it,” you said, and Jungkook grinned.

“Fuck, I came here with the intent of taking a selfie with a ghost,” Jungkook joked as he pulled you in closer, and you laughed.

“Well, just say you fucked one,” you joked as he laughed along with you.

“Come here, let me show you how grateful I am,” Jungkook said as he pulled you in for a kiss, and you moaned, immediately kissing him back with his lips gently massaging yours. He moved away when he felt you tug at his shirt and lifted his arms, allowing you to take off his top.

“So good,” you mewled as you took in his body. His abs seemed to trail down endlessly. Jungkook smirked before pulling you back in for a kiss, this one more desperate, making you moan. He took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

His hands moved to the hem of your tank top, and he yanked it,off your body, exposing your breasts to him.

“Fucking hell, your tits are amazing,” Jungkook moaned in approval as he wrapped his lips around your hardened nipple, while his other hand massaged your other breast.

“May I?” he asked, as his hand slithered down to your cunt.

“Fuck- Jungkook, please,” you begged, and he shamelessly smirked at your state. He pushed you off his lap and onto the bed, laying you on your back. Jungkook’s hands went to your leggings and pulled them off along with your panties, groaning and moaning when he felt how wet you were.

“Fuck, all this for me?” Jungkook asked, making you sigh in pleasure. His hands trailed up your thigh and stopped, spreading your legs apart further, laying down between them. You could feel his breath on your cunt, and it didn’t help that he gently blew on your cunt, making you buck your pussy into his face.

Jungkook gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you close, his nose hitting your clit making you moan at the touch.

He moved his mouth to wrap around your cunt, sliding his tongue up and down your folds. He was listening to your moans, waiting to see when his tongue would meet the spot that would have you cumming. Your thighs started thrashing in his grip, and he figured that he found the perfect place.

He moved and wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue jutting out and harshly flicking at your clit. Your hands went to his hair, knotting themselves in his soft curls. Jungkook slipped two fingers into your cunt, moved them in and out of you making your walls tighten at the onslaught.

“Fuck- Jungkook! So good,” you breathed out. Jungkook hummed into your pussy, the vibrations making you clench even tighter. He enjoyed the praise, always eager to please. He kept moving his mouth, sucking and flicking your clit, while his tattooed fingers continued to pump in and out of your pussy.

You felt something snap, and you pulled at Jungkook’s hair. You fell apart on his tongue and fingers. He wasted no time lapping up your release.

It was almost inhuman how quickly you undid Jungkook’s trousers and shrugged them off. Within seconds your lips were wrapped around his cock.

Jungkook was thick, and your hands wrapped around the remainder of his length as you took him and started to suck him. He let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a low growl and a strangled whimper as you continued to suck him.

You grazed your nails along his thighs and he let out a shaky breath, bucking his length into your throat, making you gag slightly. You hollow your cheeks and bobbed your neck up and down his length, sucking and licking until you felt him still, releasing in your mouth.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you. His eyes drank you in; his mouth was desperate to taste you again. He approached you and lifted your legs, placing them on his shoulder, his mouth immediately finding your cunt.

Jungkook dove straight in, his thick tongue flicking against your swollen clit. Your hands made their way into his hair. He pushed in three fingers this time and it didn’t take much before you came on his tongue. Jungkook lapped at your release while you whimpered in oversensitivity.

“Let me kiss it better?” Jungkook offered.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Just fucking do something.”

Jungkook smirked as he dove straight in. Again. He started by running his tongue along your folds, moaning at the taste. He gently grazed his teeth against your clit, making you buck your face against his mouth. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked while his tongue constantly ran over your swollen clit.

“More,” you begged as your head fell back into the bed. Jungkook complied and slipped three fingers inside you as you moaned at the stretch.

Jungkook moved his three fingers against the inside of your pussy and kept hitting against the rough patch of the skin. His tongue kept running over your clit while his three fingers thrust in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Fuck! Jungkook, I want to cum,” you whimpered as he kept fingering and licking you. Jungkook moved his fingers faster, and you felt your orgasm wash over you, your thighs threatening to snap shut around Jungkook’s head.

“Mm?” He looked up and smirked when he saw how fucked out you looked. Jungkook helped you ride out your orgasm with his fingers and tongue, and you were practically mewling as you tugged on his hair. He loved knowing that he could do that with just his tongue.

Jungkook rubbed his cock against your wet folds several times and then pushed in. “Fuck,” you hissed. “Fuck you’re tight,” Jungkook groaned.

You hissed as the stretch was quite intense after three orgasms, but he felt so good. “Move,” you whispered, and that’s all it took for Jungkook to lift your legs and place them on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper inside you.

His thrusts were rough, and each time he would withdraw only to push back harder and deeper.

Jungkook’s thrusts started to get more uneven as he closed in on his orgasm. He reached down and rubbed at your swollen clit, making you cum around his cock. Not long after, he came inside you, making you moan at the feeling of him pulsing and spurting into you.

He removed your legs from his shoulder and moved down your body. Jungkook’s mouth found your cunt, as he licked his cum out of you, making you orgasm yet again. You whimpered, tugging at his hair and pulling him up to hold you.

You came around his tongue whimpering in pleasure, but Jungkook wasn’t done. He got off his knees and pulled you into his arms. Your back was pressed against his chest, and he spread your legs wide open as he trailed two fingers down to your cunt.

He slipped his fingers into your cunt and started pumping. Jungkook wasted no time. He had one goal: to make you cum as many times as humanly possible.

“Fuck,” you whined as you grabbed his tattooed arm. Jungkook moaned as he sucked on your neck. You felt your vision fade as you came hard and practically snapped your legs shut and curled into Jungkook’s embrace.

“Fuck, that was-” you stopped speaking when you saw you had squirted all over his hands. “That was fucking hot,” Jungkook said as he pulled you closer to him.

“Happy Halloween, I guess?” Jungkook said, laughing, making you smile as he pulled you into his arms. “Fuck- so good,” you said, curling into his chest and placing soft kisses on them.

Jungkook found your kisses intoxicating. They were making him dizzy, but maybe that was just a testament to how good your kisses were. You smirked triumphantly when you noticed that he, like many, fell into a deep sleep when you pulled your lips away from him.

And he would stay that way for a while.

“This fucking moron,” Jimin cursed as he got out of his car. It had been a day since Jungkook left on his stupid adventure. He hadn’t called or returned home since telling Jimin that he was with a female who kept him occupied.

The fact remained, he willingly entered an alleged haunted house. Anything could have happened to him…

Jimin stepped out of his car and glanced at the manor suspiciously. Why would anyone in their right mind ever venture into this house that was beyond eerie and looked like it was straight out of the multiple horror movies Jungkook frequently watched.

The thick fog made it hard to see, but he swore that the ground he was walking on was smooth until he tripped. While Jimin was prone to falling off most objects, the ground was even, so why did he stumble and graze his knee, and why did it almost feel like he was pushed? He looked around but saw no one.

Jimin shook his head, cursing when he saw his knee bleeding. He hissed in pain as he got up on his feet, only to jump in fear when he felt a hand on his back.

“Hi,” a small voice spoke from behind him, the voice filling the silence of the forest, and Jimin swore his heart nearly stopped. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, and perhaps he could go on with the rest of his life without wondering if Jungkook was fucked and killed by a demon.

“Fuck!” Jimin yelled, panting hard as he placed his hand over his chest to steady his erratic heartbeat.

“Jesus, who are you?” Jimin asked you. There was something about you, he thought. Something ethereal and angelic. It was almost as if you were glowing. However, he didn’t dwell on it for too long. It was a forest, and it was foggy. It could have just been his eyes.

“Y/N,” you said, and Jimin nodded slowly.

“Are you following me or something? Who else would come to the Hill Manor?” Jungkook asked, staring at you, and you let out a soft laugh that Jimin could have sworn sounded like music, like a choir of angels singing. But there was a hint of something more sinister in your laughter. Again, Jimin didn’t dwell on it for too long. After all, ghosts didn’t exist for him.

“I manage the Hill Manor, so I feel like I should be asking you what you’re doing here. Anyway, what’s your name?” You asked, and Jimin smiled, replying.

“Jimin.”

You smiled, blushing.

“You must be Jungkook’s friend. Jungkook described you so well and spoke about you nonstop,” you lied.

“He’s- uh, recovering. Why don’t you come in, and I’ll get you a band-aid for your knee?” You suggested continuing your lie, and Jimin nodded.

You seemed harmless, and you smirked as Jimin followed you into the manor. You did the same thing with Jimin, flirted, fixed his grazed knee, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, saying how good of a friend he was, and that was enough.

If a man kissed you, they’d be fine. But if you initiated the kiss on any part of their body, that was when they would fall under your spell, enraptured, bound, and kept.

The first step was to establish some physical contact, and you did that by pushing the men down the minute they stepped towards the manor.

Then you would appear. Act as a regular Florence Nightingale and try to heal their wounds, and then, once you are done, you would make them fall deeper with each touch.

And with every touch, the poor souls would forget why they were ever in the manor to begin with.

All they’d know is that they wanted to spend their time in the manor ravaging you, and you would let them, gladly.

And when you were done with that, you would kiss them. A final kiss, a kiss which had the magic to put them to sleep as you moved them into another room.

A room where all your lovers and conquests would stay, be well fed and taken care of. But they could never leave, and if they tried, then you shuddered to think what would happen. You hated to ever kill one of those handsome, gullible men.

Which is precisely what you thought when you moved Jimin to his private room. He could never leave, but only you could enter. There were seven rooms in the house for this purpose, and you would take your sweet time filling them.

It made you laugh at times. All the signs were there, the old whiskey, the portrait that had your face on it.

It was your manor. You ruled it and haunted it.

You were left heartbroken by a man once—well, several centuries ago. But with the perks of being an immortal and a succubus, you decided that you would get rid of the wings, and the tail, and adopt a more modern look and lure men in.

No man was ever going to leave you, you’d ensure it. You smirked as you locked Jimin’s door and checked in on Jungkook as he was still sound asleep. You knew he had five other friends, and one by one, you will capture them all and keep them.

Had they been wise, they would have paid attention to the rumours because, indeed, there was no way to leave once you entered this house. They were all yours.

“All mine,” you said, caressing Jungkook’s soft face as you closed his door and took his phone to message his friend Taehyung. And once he texted that he was once his way, all you had to do was quietly wait by the forest, trip him up, and you’d have another one.

In the end, you could say, “Finally, they’re all mine.”

#jungkook #jungkook x yn #jungkook x you #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #indigo writes #mine: jjk fic #jungkook imagine #bts fanfic #bts smut #btscarnivalnet #bts fanfction #bts imagines #bts one shot #nightmaresofmysticmanor

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A parallel I haven’t seen much talk about: how Lilith goes on the warpath for Mary the same way Mary went on the warpath for Shannon (and how they both fall into Vincent’s trap).

Season one Lilith was all about the OCS (or rather her ambition for the Halo). She told Mary not a day after Shannon’s murder that she needed to think about the mission, not her own personal agenda (which was not only hypocritical, but as Beatrice said, unfair). And in that same scene, she dismissed Mary as not being a true member of the team because she wasn’t a nun and didn’t take vows like the rest of them. She was a free agent who operated on her own terms.

But after their tearful reconciliation in the catacombs, Vincent’s betrayal, and Mary’s subsequent disappearance under an army of wraith demons, Lilith’s priorities shift significantly. The start of season two finds her as the new lone wolf as she hunts down Vincent herself. And while the OCS is just as interested in finding him to get to Adriel, Lilith’s only concern is Mary. She’s ready to tear him apart herself, just as Mary threatened that man in 1×02, and then later goes through a whole squadron with her bare hands.

The part that really gets me, though, is Lilith and Vincent’s scene in the car. She’s finally got a lead after two months, finally has a location on Mary. And despite being outnumbered, despite being about to walk into Adriel’s fortress without backup, there isn’t one shred of fear or hesitation. She just tells Vincent to signal the guards. “Put a foot out of place and I’ll –”

“You’ll kill me. I know,” Vincent says.

A small smile plays around Lilith’s mouth. “I won’t kill you,” she says easily. “I’d never take that pleasure away from Mary.”

She gives him a pointed look and Vincent just grimaces before they climb out of the car.

Vincent is jovial as he greets the guards and then gestures to Lilith with an outstretched arm. “I have brought home a friend.”

And Lilith, chuckling, slides right into the embrace like it’s nothing, even putting her head on his shoulder. They walk through the gates just like that, leaning against each other.

It’s such a cruel twist of the knife to think that that’s how they were before. We’ve only really seen Vincent’s one-on-one dynamic with Ava, Mary, and Beatrice, but this ease, this familiarity with Lilith is something completely different. Given her family’s history with the OCS and her claim that she’s trained harder than anyone else, she was probably one of the closest to him.

Their embrace is that of a father and daughter. This was someone she could laugh with, lean on, confide in. Someone she trusted to take care of her. Now it’s just a part she plays on paper so that she can get her real family back.

#Sister Lilith #Warrior Nun rewatches #Warrior Nun 2x01 #Warrior Nun 1x02 #Father Vincent #Shotgun Mary #Lilith x Mary #Mary x Shannon #I could probably go on a whole other tangent of how Mary and Lilith's arcs mirror each other #how both of them set out on their own to find answers and figure out their place #Lilith just got a bit more lost as her quest for self-discovery pitted her against her sisters #but after waking up from their saviours' manipulation both of them stood with their families #Lilith still has a ways to go but hopefully we can see her turn things around #and get a reunion with Mary as well!

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wangxianficfinder · 1 year

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In the mood for...

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1. I’m in a mood for fics with musical cultivation as a big/important part!

The Communication Effect by draechaeli (M, 144k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, MM/WQ, canon divergence, arranged marriage, no golden core transfer, not everyone dies au, wens live, adoption, pregnancy kink, consensual non-con, light bondage, fix-it, WIP)

Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy (T, 87k, wangxian, modern cultivation, music, kid fic, action/adventure, canon typical JGY behavior, slow burn, fluff & angst, happy ending)

❤️ a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 180k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, arranged marriage)

anyway, here's wuji by kakikaeru (T, 18k, ZhuiYi, WangXian, LingZhen, Post-Canon) and the rest of the series

The envy of the world by vulnerable_bead (E, 48k, WangXian, Case Fic, Fluff and Smut, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Canon Compliant, WangXian as teacher(s), WangXian as musicians, Spell-weaving) the climactic scene has WWX and LWJ confronting the antagonist in an elaborate musical-cultivational ritual

(no one else can) take me there by azurewaxwing (G, 4k, wangxian, modern w magic, mixed media, academia, getting together)

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2. Hi! Do you know any fics that are from the perspective of girls/women in the mdzs world? Just fics from the pov of the female disciples and/or cultivators that give a glimpse of what life is like for them.

Alliance of the Traveling Pants by JustAWanderingBabbit (G, 112k, 3Zun, WangXian, WIP, Canon Divergence)

death either way by lastdboy (E, 22k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, not everyone dies au, burial mounds settlement days, alternating pov, fix-it of sorts, burial mounds ensemble as family, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, grief/mourning, presumed character death, angst w happy ending, canon-typical violence, survivor guilt, scheming, politics, demonic cultivator WQ) this one has multiple povs including wen qing and jiang yanli

thunderstorms by antebunny (G, 11k, JYL & WWX, JYL & JC, JYL & YZY, canon divergence, fix-it, character study, BAMF JYL, YZY 's A+ parenting, angst, childhood trauma, hurt/comfort, yunmeng siblings, protective siblings, cultivator JYL, OOC JYL)

Quiet Night Thought by Starlitverses (Not Rated, 64k, WangXian, het wangxian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, let lwj have friends agenda, lwj and mianmian and wq and jyl friendship, LWJ and NHS friendship, Mutual Pining, YZY Bashing, Bad Parent YZY, LWJ-centric Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Scheming NHS, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies) has female LWJ, pov shifting, focuses a lot on JYL, LQY and WQ and their friendship

someone will remember us by captain_apostrophe, MonocerosRex (M, 39k, ChengQing, MingQing, Prompt Fic, Fluff, yunmeng siblings, Family Feels, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, he gets thoroughly trounced dw, Canon Schmanon, previous generation, Blood, Violence, Guns, Cowboys) an anthology for MDZS Womxn Appeciation Weeks

unblemished by mud by chomrafy (Not Rated, 2k, XuanLi, MXTX Ladies Week, Overprotective Brothers, LQR’s beard, Madam Jin worships LY, Madam Lan lives, WQ Lives, JZX is still dead, Gossip, almost-reunions) includes a canon-divergent moment with WQ, a modern JYL trying to enjoy a date despite the surveillance of her would-be Mall Ninja didis, and a girls’ night out with the parents’ generation

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder, Z chirurgiczną precyzją (podfik) by tehanu, [PODFIC] With Surgical Precision by Gwogobo, With Surgical Precision [PODFIC] by Opalsong)

The Cloudweavers《云织之者》 Series by Joythea (G/T, 38k, WangXian, Fluff, slight angst, Seamstress AU, Cloudweaver AU, Post-Canon, Wangxian Fluff, Original Character(s), OC Perspective, Canon Compliant, Comedy, Innuendos) the POV character is one of the titular Gusu Lan seamstresses who make the protective robes, qiankun pouches, and other magical textiles

stare at the sun by chomrafy (not rated, 2k, a-Qing & QS, a-Qing & JRS, canon divergence, fluff, light angst, a-Qing & QS live) QS runs away from Koi Tower to live incognito in a commoner village, taking in AQ as a babysitter for JRS.

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3. Hi Mods! for the next I´m in the mood for, are there fics where lxc apologices to wwx for calling him lwj's mistake?

Of Reflections and Repentance by Admiranda (T, 3k, post-canon, canon compliant, a long overdue apology, it's never too late for a little character development) LXC apologizes to WWX for many things, including what he said in the temple.

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4. Hello, do you have a fic recommendation for canon divergence au where Jin Ling 100th days celebration went differently? Like wwx is escorted by lwj/jc/jin zixuan, or wwx bring a-yuan with him, or he come in disguise, or wwx died instead of jin zixuan, or wwx only send them a gift but didnt come in person, or wwx come a few days earlier or use different road, or something like that? Thank you

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)

when you're doing all the leaving (then it's never your love lost) by tardigradeschool (T, 26k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Fix-It, the inherent eroticism of under robes, Golden Core Transfer)

The Amazing Adventures Of Jiang Xiaolian And Family Series by bumbledees (T, 70k, WangXian, Mutual Pining, Crossdressing, Fake/Pretend Marriage, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Yunmeng Bros feelings, crack taken mostly seriously)

and

My Leaves Reach Ever for the Sun by nonplussed (T, 26k, WangXian, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fix-It, Crossdressing, Idiots in Love, Sharing a Bed, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, so much mutual pining, And yet, still not as much mutual pining as canon, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies) Both feature WWX crossdressing to sneak into Koi Tower to be with Yanli / change the events of the 100 Days celebration

ius in bello by Lise (T, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Tearjerker, Sad Ending, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Not A Fix-It, POV JC, [Podfic] ius in bello by flamingwell)

Birthday Party by waffles_4_breakfast (E, 100k, WangXian, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Poison, Torture, Módào Zǔshī Novel Canon, Requited Unrequited Love, First Time, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Come as Lube, Bondage, Dom/sub Undertones, Spit As Lube, Rimming, Consensual Non-Consent, Safe Sane and Consensual, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

in this place where we don't have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, WangXian, XuanLi, ChengQing) self rec, but I think this fits the bill?

forget the shade from this other tree by VagabondDawn (T, 11k, canon divergence, JZX lives, no qiongqi path ambush, canon-typical wangxian)

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5. hello again! for the next itmf i was wondering if you have any fics where they mix cql canon with small elements from the book? like the blindfold kiss or other moments like that. thanks so much for all the work you do! i wish you well and that you’re staying safe and healthy.

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6. Not sure if this is ff or itmf, because there is a specific fic I lost, but also just want a general trope. I'm looking for fics where WWX's resentful energy is into/gentle with LWJ, and LWJ welcomes it, like allowed it to touch him, touches back, maybe they use it during sex. It doesn't have to be right away, just him eventually accepting that the resentful energy is an extension of WWX. (Rest of ask moved to FF - Mod C)

No one else but you by chrisemrys (M, 15k, wangxian, WIP, canon divergence, first kiss, stolen kiss, love confessions, fix-it, everyone lives au, semi sentient resentful energy, golden core reveal, fluff, hurt/comfort, first time)

But the rose was awake all night for your sake/Knowing your promise to me by x_los (E, 7k, WangXian, Tentacle Sex, Tentacle Dick, Sunshot Campaign, Happy Ending, Healing Sex, Magical Healing Cock, Sex Magic, Ritual Sex, YLLZ WWX, LWJ Has a YLLZ Kink, Telepathy, id tentacles, the physical manifestation of repressed emotions, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Episode 22, Getting Together)

Helping Yourself by nirejseki (Not Rated, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Temporary Amnesia, Short-Term Memory Loss) kinda ish? there is a "resentacles" tag that the asker may want to check out !

Fragments lost and found by AgentFreeWill (G, 4k, WangXian, LWJ aquires a companion, Original Character(s), visiting the rabbits, Night Hunts, LJY ftw) post-canon; a small resentful energy thoughtform attaches itself to LWJ as a familiar

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7. hello hello! could you recommend me some wangxian fics that are heavy on the angst but still have a happy (ish) ending? I am in the mood to cry cathartically :')

absolutely no noncon, please. thank you!! @yourancestorsarefrowning

a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 93k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Heavy Angst, Self-Worth issues, Amputation, Situational Mutism, Slow burn, Angst with a happy ending) i'm currently posting the last chapters of this story that's very heavy on the angst but with promised happy ending

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

With No Particular Affection by Chrononautical (E, 92k, WangXian, Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Kid Fic, Miscommunication, Family Drama, JFM and YZY's A+ Parenting, Good Uncle JC, Wedding Fluff, Genius WWX, Street Kid WWX, Homelessness, Rich LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Cinnamon Roll WN, Implied/Referenced Suicide, WWX Has a Pregnancy Kink, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst)

An Apple a Day by dandelion_san (G, 2k, wangxian, character death, fluff, hurt/comfort, family) bit different maybe but so bettersweet

梅花开放 | the plum blossoms bloom by doubletan (E, 6k, wangxian, major character death, post-canon, sick fic, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, established relationship, JC & WWX reconciliation, kissing, crying) really very sad, very minor light at the end

the Spodumeme and Yiqie fics in this post both fit here too

Sunder by naqaashi (E, 32k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Denial of Feelings, Mutual Pining, Emotional Sex, Porn with Feelings, PWP, Light BDSM, Fix-It, POV LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Light Dom/sub, Explicit Sexual Content, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, Suicidal Thoughts)

The Right to Care by travelingneuritis (E, 61k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mood Whiplash, musician LWJ, nanny wwx, Developing Relationship, Breakup, Texting, Pining, Eventual Happy Ending, Adoption, Child Abuse, abuse intervention, Miscommunication) made my friend cry with this one 😊

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8. hi, for the next iitmf, can I ask for fics with drunk lans being chaotic gremlins? especially lwj or lxc (but any of them is good!). many thank!

Until We Find Our Way by cqlorphan (T, 9k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Drunk LWJ, The Cloud Recesses Rabbits, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Sharing a Bed, the horrors of, Intimacy, and then because they earned it, Kissing, Inspired by Art, Mutual Pining)

A-Zhan is Three by westiec (T, 1k, LXC & LWJ, wangxian, post-canon, twin jades of lan dynamics, LXC in seclusion, hair braiding, sleepy cuddles)

indecent exposure by sarahyyy (M, 1k, wangxian, modern, drunk LWJ)

this could be the start (of something new) by varnes (T, 2k, wangxian, modern, drunk LWJ)

i know who i want to take me home by ScarlettStorm (E, 16k, wangxian, modern, bartender WWX, drunk LWJ, caretaking, meet-cute, fluff, comedy, smut, minor angst, major shenanigans)

When Can You Suck Dick Again After Gum Grafts? by Dyapaya (M, <1k, wangxian, modern, drunk LWJ, surgery, medication, fluff, crack, no smut, drama, pouting, confusion, sexual humor)

Playing Nice by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 11k, wangxian, canon divergence, Love confessions, first kiss, mildly dubious consent, public displays of affection, drunk LWJ, fluff and crack, alternating pov)

why'd the chicken jump over the fence by yellowcarnations (G, 2k, wangxian, modern, fluff, drunk LWJ)

My Heart's Desire by phnelt (G, 3k, wangxian, modern, fluff, drunk LWJ)

💖 Advisable Lan rules and other shenanigans by apathyinreverie (G, 4k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, JC & WWX, Canon Divergence, fix-it, humor, drunk LWJ, smitten LWJ, soft WWX, possessive LWJ, gusu lan rules, drunk shenanigans, fluff)

My Zhiji's On Broadway by ScarlettStorm (E, 15k, wangxian, modern with cultivation, drunk LWJ, drunk shenanigans, getting together, first time, minor angst, major comedy, smut)

are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (G, 3k, wangxian, modern, established relationship, fluff, humor)

Chapter 2 of no fear of fire by chomrafy (G, 6k, WangXian, Fluff, Angst, Family, burial mounds family, Sunshot Campaign, Teaching, Yunmeng Shuangjie Reconciliation) features a drunk and disorderly Qingheng-jun smitten with a Mermaid! Madam Lan.

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9. Hiiiiii~ great day today! iitmf a fic where wwx, lbh, and hc are brothers? Or have some kind of close familial w eachother? It can be modern or canon timeline thank you!

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10. Itmf soft wangxian fics! (preferably under 20k, but longer is okay too) I'm looking for the fics that make you feel all warm and fuzzy and jubilant and giggly about wangxian. Maybe they're just figuring out their relationship, or it's just wangxian being domestic. Anything goes as long as it's soft! Ty friends!

Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, WangXian, Case Fic, No Sunshot Campaign, AU in canon setting, Kid Fic, dadxian, Strangers to Lovers, Found Family, POV LWJ, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Fake/Pretend Relationship, First Time, Falling in love in metaphors)

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 548k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

emergent properties by luckymarrow (E, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Family Fluff, Trans Male Character, Trans LWJ, Queer Families, Queer Youth, Adoption, Baby LSZ, Teen MXY, Crossdressing, but not as a kink, gender expression, Dilf4Dilf Wangxian, Penis In Vagina Sex, Blow Jobs, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, gender euphoria, Cunnilingus)

romantic relationships are prohibited in Cloud Recesses by 12262325 (E, 26k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, High School, Established Relationship, minimal plot, Fluff, Eventual Smut) super fun high school fic

Worship you till morning comes by feyburner (E, 6k, wangxian, modern, meet-cute, first meetings, first time, fluff, kissing, falling in love, smut)

Child's Play by flowercity (FaoriE) (T, 14k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, modern, fluff, pining, family, single dad WWX, kid fic, love at first sight, light angst, brief hospitalization, seizures, alcohol, making out)

💖 Soft boys being soft- Wangxian soft fics by deliciousblizzardshark (multiple works, 230k)

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11. fanfic rec of modern au where jiang cheng and wei wuxian are brothers and fall 4 the two lan brothers >w<

older sibling radar by sami (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Minor or background Relationships, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, Getting Together, First Kiss, Peak Older Sibling Energy)

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12. Hey I was wondering what your favorite fics were that were written by Chinese diaspora authors? Especially those that capture aspects of Chinese culture or being diaspora? Unfortunately I have been disappointed by a lot of insensitive and racist ideas in a lot of recommended fics.

Danmei Diaspora Creatives collection

Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Oblivious WWX) as a chinese diaspora individual this is by far my favorite fic!! it captures the chinese american culture so well and I love all the chinese puns

would u be okay with set in modern china written by Chinese authors, not diaspora? however let me rec this fic and the author

Your Heart, My Table by Spodumene (G, 30k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canada, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Dynamics, Parent Death, Supporting Character Death, Chinese New Year, Comfort Food, food is love, Getting Together, food as a love language)

do u want the fics to be related to being a member of the Chinese diaspora specifically, or is it you want wangxian fics in general written by diaspora authors?

only fools rush in by justpeace (M, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Slow burn, Humor, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Getting Together)

Heat It Up! with Wei Ying by justpeace (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, coworkers to dating, Getting Together, Chinese Food, racism that largely happens offscreen, workplace racism, toxic workplace environment, Workplace Relationship, food as a metaphor for racism, Humor, Happy Ending, Angst and Humor, food as a metaphor for flirting, References to Drugs)

countingcrows is one of my fave authors! They include a lot of realistic Chinese details in their fics, which range from canon-divergent to modern.

The Distance Between Fondness and Something Akin to Love by countingcr0ws (M, 20k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Not Canon Compliant, War, Cloud Recesses, Romance, Mistaken Identity, Impersonation, Awkward Flirting, Canon Divergence, Wedding Planning, Chinese tradition) is a great canon-divergent,

and

🧡 I Don't Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality show, Idols, Actor LWJ, Forced Contestant WWX, Tencent's 2021 Idol Producer) is a modern one with tons of current slang and jokes

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13. Itmf fics where wangxian have broken up or they know how the other feels but can't be together for whatever reason...except they end up hooking up or such anyways? The pining???? The longing???? I beg!

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108k, wangxian, modern, angst w/ happy ending, romance, persuasion au, separations, pining, miscommunication, depression, self-harm, reconciliation, smut)

there's no promised goodbye here by Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, wwx/ocs (but in passing), Modern AU, Post-Break Up, Roommates, Domestic Fluff, Drunken Shenanigans, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing Clothes, Drinking, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Ensemble Cast, Unreliable Narrator, CW IN BEGINNING NOTES)

Friendly Advice by ilip13 (E, 3k, wangxian, modern, lovers to friends to lovers, with a stranger intermediate d/s stage in between, accidental domming, under-negotiated kink, fake dating, happy ending)

today my heart swings by ilip13 (E, 10k, wangxian, modern, established relationship but also exes, ex sex, porn with feelings, implied/referenced cheating but more accurately open relationship, mentioned WWX/others & LWJ/WQ, implied/referenced homophobia, switching, light bdsm, Light bondage, hopeful ending, unreliable narrator)

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14. Hi! I have found some really good fics from this blog. I would like to thank you for the work you do. I would like some help in exploring a certain curiosity that I have.

Both Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are portrayed to be grey characters. But while Wei Wuxian is vilified, Lan Wangji has still somehow managed to retain his reputation. I always found it interesting that Wei Wuxian was the one who took action for morality while Lan Wangji did everything he did for Wei Wuxian. Yet they are perceived by people as the villain and the man who was led astray.

There are many stories where Wei Wuxian grew up as a rogue cultivator but not many where we can explore Lan Wangji as anything but Gusu Lan. Can you help me find a book where Lan Wangji's character is explored without the impact of Gusu Lan's 3000 rules. His base character without the tempering of the Gusu Lan more stringent morality.

I am really interested in exploring Lan Wangji's character in depth. Thank you.

Turn Left by kianspo (M, 148k, WIP, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

the Lan Wangji's half of the Non-Cultivator Wangxian rec, if I'm understanding the request?

can you clarify if you want canon divergent works only ? or are modern aus okay? I don't think I follow that lan zhan did things for Wei ying. I think LZ was brought up a certain way which of course influenced his actions, he then had his world view challenged (with Wei ying as the catalyst) and it expanded and he changed as a person. Maybe we are thinking about different parts of the story tho.

modern AUs that dive into lan Zhans character

When You Wake, 怎能当梦一场 by MouSanRen (T, 39k, WangXian, WWX is in a coma, Angst with a Happy Ending,Modern AU, Single Dad LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Parenthood, YZY's A+ Parenting, JFM's A+ parenting)

live from new york by varnes (E, 87k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, This is a SNL AU, however the juniors are featured and there are lots of shenanigans!, slow burn, friends to lovers, pining, getting together, happy ending)

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Loss of Parent(s), Implied/Referenced Suicide, Past Suicide of a Parent, References to Depression, Anxiety, Therapy, References to Anti-Depressant Medications, Escort Service, Loneliness, Everybody's Abandonment Issues, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Moving In Together, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Hopeful Ending, Recovery, References to Escorting/Sex Work but No Actual Escorting/Sex Work)

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pianist, Getting Together, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Hospitals, Overdosing, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

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15. ITMF some wangxian ghost wedding!! Obviously drama sadness joys happiness!! ( Bonus if no one is bad except the bad guys ofcourse!!) @whateverweilanlovechild

lovers be lost (but love shall not) by la_muerta (T, 13k, wangxian, 1910s au, arranged marriage, case fic, ghosts, ghost marriage, happy ending)

Ghost Wedding by nirejseki (G, 4k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Ghost wedding, Introspection, Crack Treated Seriously, mostly seriously anyway, Good Uncle LQR)

To Capture A Ghost by atomicmuffin (T, 10k, WangXian, MDZS cast in TGCF universe, Humor, Family Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Gods & Goddesses, Spoilers for MDZS, POV Multiple, Character Study, Shotgun Wedding, Adams Family Aesthetic) wangxian ghost wedding

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16. What is your most fav current fic? Only one please 😗 @whateverweilanlovechild

🧡 Discarded by teawater (E, 125k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dying Lan children, Hurt/Comfort, YL WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, and it's not always dark, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ) i'm really enjoying discarded right now! -Mod Kay

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 548k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) (link in #10) one of my all time favorites

🧡 One Can Keep A Secret (If He Does Not Know It's There) by H_Belle (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern Cultivators, Inventor WWX, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, YLLZ WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Pining LWJ, POV WWX, Background Wangxian Getting Together, Jiangs are only mentioned in the passing, inspired by a tumblr post) (this has recently become one of my favorites and I am so honored to have inspired it! ^^ - Mod C)

The Mistletoe Virgin by Vamillepudding (G, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romantic Comedy, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Deaf LWJ) I will never shut up about how good this is😫✋

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17. Helloow For the next ITMF:

A) I'm currently in the hunt for some cql and donghua/novel WangXian crossover, it could be one character waking up and seeing their alternate self or something similar.

B) In which WWX calls Madam Yu "Mom" amd that they have a good relationship throughout.

Thank you!!!

17A)

💙 feel better love by Anonymous (T, 8k, WIP, WangXian, implied WangXianXian, Post-Canon, Crack Treated Somewhat Seriously, in a haha jk...unless? way, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crack, Crossover) let me rec my fave that i always rec in this situation and also add that i'm working on something inspired by this story

The Young, the Horny, the Jaded and the Jade: Partners in Time by Admiranda (M, 49k, WIP, WangXian, Established couple, Crossover, road trip with your older selves, teasing your younger selves about their obvious crushes, yin iron does yin iron things, mdzs/cql crossover, adult wangxian, Teenage Wangxian)

We always get what we deserve!(Doesn't matter even if you think you don't deserve it. Fate has mysterious ways!) by Ajareenlovesbtsandshinee (Not Rated, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, CQL WWX and MDZS WWX Exchange places, Happy Ending, Post-Canon Fix-It)

Key Differences by pupeez4eva (T, 5k, WangXian, Humor, Dimension Travel, Crossover, Drama!WWX meets Novel!WWX, Public Confessions, Post-Canon)

17B)

Talk Hard by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 161k, wangxian, LXC/JYL, JZX/WQ, JC/MM, Modern, college/university au, roommates, falling in love, getting together, separation, getting back together, BAMF WWX, drunk LWJ, protective WWX, good parent YZY, pining, fluff, politics, hurt/comfort, slow burn, angst w happy ending)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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yan-lorkai · 4 months

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Last day of the year, have some thoughts that I wanna share again.

Back to my "let demons be demonic" agenda, when I was making my OC and her family, I spent a long time imagining what old Devildom must have been like (even in nightbringer they're so tame). Like, how were their customs and traditions? What they did for fun? How violent could they be? For a game that has four seasons and an ongoing sequel we don't know much about several aspects, since the information is just thrown our way and never cited again ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

With this in mind I created "the demon race", silly name ik but bear with me for a second. This demon race is a tradition of sorts that celebrates the birthdays of members of the royal family and its servants. And everyone loves it, but Diavolo banned this tradition when he began to devise his exchange program plan, as it would be harmful and hypocritical to maintain such a tradition. How does it work, you ask me?

A week before the event, demons go to the human world to kidnap humans. And when the event begins, humans are released into Devildom and are hunted by demons, and when they are caught the demons eat their souls and flesh. Sounds funny, right? :3

I'm imagining Mc who's a sorcerer trying to escape fighting all demon they come across, only to be captured by one of the brothers/royals who likes them enough to keep them as a pet.

I actually wrote something like this but I'm unable to finish it and post rn 〒▽〒

#obey me #obey me worldbuilding #worldbuilding #obey me oc #oc stuff #yandere diavolo #yandere barbatos #yandere lucifer #yandere mammon #yandere levi #yandere leviathan #yandere satan #yandere asmo #yandere asmodeus #yandere beel #yandere beelzebub #yandere belphie #yandere belphegor

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powerbottomblake · 1 year

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compiling a bucket list of things I want to see in a wn s3 (I'm at the intersection of mid-rewatch high and lack of sleep that is very much favorable for delusion rn):

comes back wrong ava (a must)

beatrice and lilith reluctant allies team-up but it's mostly reluctant on beatrice's side and lilith pretends she's Ugh So Done too but she's actually very happy to be together in This mess

there's one point where it parallels s1 where you get everybody vs everybody with conflicting agendas (ocs vs bea/lilith vs the catholic church in disarray vs probably a grieving jillian) with ava at the center of it

beatrice having her main interactions be with lilith/vincent/kristian bc all of these people renounced their faith for very different reasons and they all lost purpose at the end of s2 so how do they all cope and what do they turn to. especially since an s3 beatrice arc is abt finding a purpose post OCS (and post ava...except ava does come back hehe)

need a fight scene between ava and beatrice that is emotionally devastating

kiss of life!!! kiss of life!!!! give me beatrice on the brink of death and ava getting her back through the kiss of life I am SO SERIOUS

avatrice sex scene we KNOW it's happening (was happening? :(( )

yasmine runs a bunch of demons over with a van

beatrice sexy hallway fight LAST PART now sexier and more brutal than ever

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lux-scriptum · 1 year

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Heyyyy, are your ocs in like stories or do you have them floating in space like I do lol what are those stories about, if you have em?

Editing for a read more

Amara is in all my stories. Shes my easter egg in all my series, and I look forward to people finding her more subtle appearances.

Most of the others have books! A few are just rp characters but most are in their own series.

Personal Demons is about a demon trapped inside a human and her brother trying to keep them both alive while his life’s purpose slowly creeps up on him after millennia. Eventually it becomes a chance to question black and white thinking, propaganda, and internal biases. Also its about the gay agenda.

Dragonmarked is about grief and revenge consuming one persons life, and the lives of all she touches. Its also about breaking cycles of abuse and finding yourself buried under years of fawn responses. It’s about the weight of the world on your shoulders and responsibilities you cant shrug off. It’s about learning how to be a better person and its about grief all over again.

The lev n fax saga is finished, and technically part of PD. Its about love and fear and finding something worth being brave for. Its also about the different kind of bravery and how it doesn’t always look how you’d expect.

Ichor is about abandonment issues and corrupt power systems. It’s about love being toxic and love being something that can create something more powerful than whatever already exists.

The warped wip is just an attempt to mix urban fantasy (fluffy version) with horror written by someone who doesn’t consume horror but wants to sink their teeth in some fun descriptions.

Hell To Pay is also completed, though @fragmentedink and I are working on spinoffs. Its about trauma and the ugly side of healing. It’s about how different traumas can lend to connections while at the same time lend itself to hurting others without ever meaning to. It’s about learning to stand on your own feet and be your truest self.

And give me ur eyes, the newest book, is about questioning everything. Its about looking at the people and gods you put on pedestals and wondering what will happen if someone bumps said pedestal. Its about betrayal and becoming and unbecoming and anger and villain eras.

I will tag all of these projects so u can go tag diving if you wish for more details.

#asks #personal demons #ichor #give me ur eyes #dragonmarked #warped wip #the lev n fax saga #htp

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 8 months

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Deliciously dark! Aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 18: Reading

CONCEPT:

You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.

WARNINGS: Painplay, smut, rough sex, himulation, aemond being an asshole to his wife, dom/sub themes, cussing, torture, pleasure control and denial and other dark smuttish things but its consentual, spankings, choking, aemond getting off on willa/oc's pain and being a sadist, oc being a sub. NECROMANY AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEAD AS WELL AS LOSS OF A CHILD (passed) FOR THIS CHAPTER: MC being a sub for aemond and aemond being a dark demon from hell.

The former queen does not waste any time to make you uncomfortable. You are once again reminded of your duties. But also of your loss. You did not know you were with child when you lost the baby.

It is silly. You did not know. You were not looking forward to being a mother. You loathed the idea of carrying his children and bringing them into this world.

So why do you feel so miserable whenever someone reminds you that you need to make heirs again? You said yourself it was fine. You lied.

Alicent and you walk through the halls of the redkeep, heading to the gardens. Guards salute her whenever she passes. "The king will likely discuss a few things with Aemond. We should have our own little conversation."She says as if you are friends. You perhaps once loathed that idea, but now you welcome it. Who knows what information the former queen has on Aemond?

You do not beat around the Bush. You can not have the luxury of being the wide-eyed innocent doe woman anymore. That girl died. "You want to know if I am with child, do you not?" You ask, but you already know her answer.

She chuckles. "You have changed, haven't you?" She remarks. You have. More than you like to admit. But she picks up the bait. "Well, are you?"

You nod, lost in thought as you figure out what to tell her. "I was. I lost my child." That is the truth. Without mentioning any blood sacrifices and necromancy. Just a simple truth. Your child was killed by the blade of an assasin.

While she did ask you, while you do see some sadness in her eyes, her voice is cold as a stone, and her lips are the same cruel line as her son's sometimes are. "Does Aemond know?"

He does. He even died defending it. And his child died defending Aemond. The child saved his life without him knowing so. The only reason Aemond is here today is because of the child you both concieved. "He knew it before I did." You still question as to how he knew before you even did, but perhaps he had contact with the maester. He likely knows the signs and is very observant. You are anything but.

Protective sex was never on your agenda with Aemond. He made sure to squirt himself empty inside of you, fulling your hot warm cunt with loads of his cum.

Just the thought of his hands smacking your ass, forcing your head down and spreading your legs when ravishing you makes you blush. You enjoyed the break you and Aemond had in the middle of the road, him just fucking you in the grass as if you were just two commoners. Politics, Houses and crowns were far away when he fucked you as if you took that eye away yourself.

You shake the thoughts off you and force a tight-lipped smile. Alicent Hightower surprises you by touching your shoulder in a sympathetic and kind matter. It reminds you of your own mother. "We only had one conversation before, and I have given you no reason to trust me, but trust my words as a mother..." She leans in and her big eyes speak volumes. You see a mother glancing back at you, a mother that fears the same as any mother. The day that the Stranger comes to take her children away. "My heart breaks for both of you."

You ignore her sympathy. You refuse to bend the bridge she destroyed. Part of why Aemond treated you the way he did, was because of how she and her husband raised him. Alicent knew that Aemond forced himself upon you for nights in a row and that you were humiliated and beaten. But she never stepped in to defend you. She called it a privilege to be touched by her son; to carry royal valyrian offspring.

You snort. "Aemond will have to wait for his perfect heir." You still can picture him so clearly when he told you that you were to give him seven sons. For every kingdom each.

You arrive in the garden. You see a familair wirewood tree. You feel much more at ease and the smell of it comforms you.

For the second time that you met her, Alicent loses her patience and the control of her emotions. "It is not Aemond why I keep pushing for a heir." She gestures to the tree."Do you know how many time considered killing myself when I was married to the king?" You turn around, shocked by her confession.

You didn't realize that the former queen was that unhappy. To be a queen always seemed fun and special to you. But it is a golden cage. "No." You confess quietly when she does not speak.

She scoffs at your idiocy. You feel foolish. "More times than I can count. I felt the walls closing in. The duty of the Queen was serving the king. You know what kept me going?" You do not. You endured the same and you barely understand how you are here today.

Her grab on your hands becomes intense almost painful. "My children. Always. The idea of leaving them in this world...it would be cruelty." She looks at the windows of the keep, as if picturing something. "A child, dear Willa. It will make your life much more brighter and full of new joy. Aemond likely will not be that interested in raising the child, but he will make sure both of you are comfortable."

---- You do not stay long with the former Queen. Alicent had work to do and you have no desire to remain alone in the castle garden under guard and in sight of the tree that reminds you how far away from home you are.

You miss the snow and the cold bite on your skin. You miss reeling and you miss the way you would welcome the warmth when entering your house, the Wyldecrest.

A guard speaks to you kindly in a hushed voice. His eyes are a blue almost silver colour and he helps you to the stairs. "May I escort you to your husband's chambers? You are expected to stay with him." He says, and you understand that you have no say in the matter.

"That is quite alright, yes thank you. This place is like a maze." You chuckle but he is silent. You frown and scold yourself and demand yourself to remain silent for the remainder of the travel.

You are relieved when you finally reach Aemond's chambers. Two guards are guarding his rooms yet you are let inside. You feel tiny and small as you pass through the big doors into the chambers of the prince.

A welcome smell of fire and wood welcomes you and you rush inside, eagerly taking in the luxuries. The silk pillows on the counch and the soft linen on his bed. You sit down on the bed. It You notice a desk and even a bookshelf in the corner of the room. You pick a few titles that seem interesting and start flipping through the pages, reading information about valyria and reading adventure books.

Yet it does not quite statisify you. Good thing you have one book that belongs to yourself. One of the few things that still belong to yourself.

From your bag, you unpack the book you saved and start by the naughty scene.

You start in the middle of the book. You reread the first few lines before the scene starts, as you enjoy reading about the pirate teasing his princess.

The words that you read hit your core, setting it briefly alight. Yet you would be a fool not to notice that your desires have changed. The book used to do, but it no longer is enough. You need more. Much more.

You worry about many things. The assassins, the king, the wars, the succession, and your own losses as well as your home that is million miles away. You reread the first few lines over and over again. You are hungry. You need someone to take your mind of things before you go mad.

You hear a loud cough near your ear. Your waist is grabbed as you squeek helpless against your attacker. You are pushed on the desk with your face and torso. You kick helplessly as your attacker chuckles. "Little foxes should be wary. You never know who might sneak up behind you." You sigh in relief by hearing Aemond's voice. Your fright becomes appreciation. Your muscles relax under his iron grip, and you accept that you will lay on the desk.

You are relieved. You do not know who else would dare to touch you but you rather not find out. You understand very well that your husband can read your body. Your red cheeks and your soft panting. "I'm glad you are back." You confess, your voice soft. "I was reading one of my own books."

Aemond chuckles, and you can not help but blush. He knows very well that it is the book that makes your tummy tingle as he described it himself. "Good. Reading is very important. Yet I worry you might be reading the wrong thing. I went to the library and handselected a few appropriate novels for you to enjoy." You are pulled to stand. You watch as Aemond shows off three in leather bound boring looking books. You read the titles and none of it speaks to you.

You sigh. "These seem so boring."

In the eyes of the prince grows a dangerous twinkle of mischief. "Yet you will read each and every one of them, word for word." You carefully compose your face, but inwardly, you roll your eyes.

You pick the book with the blue leather cover and let the other two be. You open the book on his desk and start reading. You feel Aemond's hands hold your shoulders.

The story is about a noble lady. You recognise a lot of yourself in her. She, too, had everything. She, too, lost everything. You read the first few pages with genuine interest before you come to the next chapter.

Where the lady gets stolen by an enemy. Your husband takes out the chair and sits down on it, patting his lap. "Come sit."

You obey almost blindly and enchanted without fuss. Aemond wraps his arms around you, and you continue reading the book on his lap.

The enemy is a very charming yet dangerous Knight from a neighbouring house. He acts differently than the pirate. The pirate joked. The pirate charmed. Yet this man? This man is rotten from within.

You keep reading until you spot a sentence that starts to increase and finally feed your hungers. "Very well. I shall take you." You are scared to flip the page with Aemond so close to you, likely reading what you are reading. Your hand is grabbed by Aemond, and he forces you to flip the page.

"Keep reading, little fox. Keep reading every word. I will know if you skip."

You don't doubt his word. You obediently read every single teasing line. The lady describes that she is confused. She is furious with her attacker, yet her body betrays her. She is wet, and her nippels harden. The attacker likely knows so.

She was grabbed by her hair and yanked up from the ground she was kneeling on. You feel hands softly touch your legs, teasing you. You know they belong to Aemond.

She ends up on the bed, her face stuffed in a pillow to silence her. Her legs are spread, and her expensive dress is ripped. You can almost hear the grunts of the attacker as he strips his prey bare, revealing every inch.

She begs him. She is maiden. He does not care and fucks her body. It is described as that he claims her body, destroys her future and her soul in the process. Despite her fuss she enjoys herself. She enjoys a strange man ransacking her body and she enjoys being his whore. You can relate to her.

You flip the page with trembling hands. The lady begs and moans in the pillow, soaking it. Your core aches for a good cock. You slowly clench your pussy to control your feelings. She is pushed on her knees, her legs are spread and your eyes go big as you reread the next setance.

He takes her in her ass. You gasp softly. Aemond chuckles delighted by your virginal response. You want to know how the lady liked that. You need to know if it hurts. Or if it is good. Perhaps even better.

You keep reading. You gasp as your eyes scan the words quickly as the feeling of hunger and desire increases. The man fucks the poor lady on her knees, forcing his cock down her ass, taunting her for losing everything so fast. You become speechless and quietly moan.

Aemond forces your face near his neck and kisses your lips sloppily. He brings his lips to your neck next and you moan helpless in his arms. You are unmistakably wet.

The lady is trapped beneath him. He rips her skirts open, undoes his pants, and forces her on the table. He pins her down and enters her from behind, fucking her sore little cunny. She is lifted from the table and briefly impaled with a scandalous cry. You need more.

Your husband speaks gently. "I told you would enjoy them?" You can only nod, wordless. Aemond smiles. You wait for his permission. He leans back in the chair and, with a simple casual movement, unlaces your corset. You are relieved when he takes off your clothing for you. "Show me." You know what he wants to see. You nod, pulling down your skirts and showing off your wet, warm little piece of heaven that you guard between your legs.

Aemond groans at the sight of you clenching it. You reach for your own wetness and run a finger over your folds stimulation yourself. Aemond watches you.

Until you feel a sharp himulating pain on your cunt. He hit you, without any doubt. You are smacked and cry out in pain and in confusion. "You're a whore, shoving your cunt in my face.' He spat.

You whimper."I thought it was expected of me." He told you to show and you did. His smirk comforms you. He is not truly angry. He is just jesting and toying with you. As usual.

"Leave the thinking to me." He groans, possessivly rubbing where he hit you. Your body needs him. You nod, accepting that he will take charge. You need him to do so anyway. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper that you need him inside of you.

Aemond laughs and ignores your pleas. "Keep reading. Do you not wish to know how our lovely friends are doing? You enjoyed the first pages. The ending will surprise you." You once had one request for endings. That it was a happy ending with a marriage and a happy couple with the witch defeated. Now you just want to read about the sexual intercourse they are about to have.

You slowly hum."Keep touching me when I read." You tell him. Aemond scoffs in disbelieve and you look up as you understand why he is so shocked.

You gave him a order. Him. Your husband and your prince. You cower before he has even grabbed your shoulders. "Did you just dare to give me a order?" He murmers in your ear.

You know you won't get anything if he is displeased. You know he might even get angry and perhaps a little violent. "No, husband. It was a suggestion. Please. I need you." You beg pathetically.

He chuckles forgetting about his anger. "Not yet."

"Read. Now." He barks it at you and you nod quickly, returning to your book. You are sucked back in the story and calmly read with Aemond tracing his fingers around your nippels, teasing you.

The lady is grabbed by her feet, dragged over the bed leaving a trial of blood. The enemy spreads her legs wide enough to hurt her and to cause her discomfort. You are holding your breath. The cock is slowly rubbing against her sensitive skin by her cunny. She is not yet fucked, just cruelly teased that she will. Her spoils are wet and she is called a good for nothing whore before the enemy places himself behind her, bends her cruelly and spits in her face before....

You flip the page. You notice that the pages are empty. You also notice that the pages are ripped out. Someone took them. You flip the pages faster and faster looking for them. They are gone.

Helplessly you to turn to Aemond. You show him the book. "Aemond, my love. Someone took the pages!"

He sighs, delighted before smirking. That is all you needed. He took the pages. "Aemond,' you squeek your voice a soft warning. "I swear..." You will hurt that man.

His smile only widens and deepens, finally matching with his twinkling eye. You like looking at him when he smiles. Not smirking, but genuinely a happy, healthy smile. He looks attractive when he smirks; but when he smiles? You enjoy that even more. "Shsh, little fox. I wouldn't threaten me." He warns you with a soft spanking on your leg. You hiss but keep quiet. "Are you a little upset your friend didn't get to finish? Or are you upset you aren't her?" He mocks you and teases you.

But two can play that game.

You rub yourself gently in front of Aemond. You feel his good eye on you and you are proud of yourself for holding his attention. That is until he grabs something from an open book about Valyria.

You are pushed back on the desk, legs dangling and they are spread. You moan without even being touched. You feel Aemond slowly rub your skin before introducing your skin to something cold and metallic. You whimper.

He chuckles before smacking it on your dripping pussy causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. "Ah! Husband!" You barely hold in a unladylike cuss. His lips kiss your legs.

He shows you what he hit you with. It is a ruler made of metal. You clench your muscles at the sight of it. "Yes, my little fox? Don't you like my new ruler?" Aemonds voice is full of innocence but he knows very well that you appreciate a spanking.

Perhaps more than you should. You need it. You need to be disciplined. You beg him with your eyes and whimper softly. "Please, my husband. My prince. Hit me once more." You beg softly.

You hope it will get him to serve you. You know it will. Aemond loves your pain. "No, no no. I can't do that. What kind of man hits his wife?" He grins deviously. He is denying your pleasure on purpose.

You grit your teeth and roll your eyes. "The kind that does not back down to give her what she deserves and needs." That is taking it too far. Yet you smile and enjoy your rushing heart.

Aemond growls before holding you down. You enjoy his iron grip and the way he frowns at you full of anger. "You know what you need?" Smack.

That was just the start of it. Aemond uses the ruller to spank your body on sensestive places. Places where a lover would kiss you yet you experience pain.

You shake your head at a loss for words. Aemond keeps you on the desk, and your hands are forced around the belt on his hips. "Undress me, wench." You faithfully sink to your knees in front of your husband. You unlace his pants for him and pull them down. The prince grabs your throat glaring at you as if you are filth. You open your mouth for him.

You end up stripped, on your belly on the desk with the prince right behind you. "There is a bed there." You point it out. The bed seems more comfortable than this desk. Yet Aemond scoffs.

"These are my rooms. I am well aware of where my bed is."

Without a warning you are forced to lay. Your legs are grabbed and his cock slams inside of your hot wet cunny. Aemond releases a groan of delight and ownership as he fucks you. You remain on the desk, your loud moans and gasps betraying that you enjoy this too much. Your core is set alight by his trusts. You wish he could stay here forever.

You are impaled. You are bended. And you are fucked and ridden by him as if you are his dragon. His nails dig in your skin as he rocks his hips to your cunt forcing his cock inside of you. The cock is erected and pokes you slightly, yet you welcome the pain with a blissful soft hiss.

Your cries are loud and desperate. Aemond is careful with fucking you. He is not going fast enough to finish you. He wants to torture you. He wants to feel himself swim in your wetness before pulling out, teasing you with a soft delicious trust that promises you that more good things are coming.

You need him. You cry out for your husband, tears running down your face as you buck yourself against his cock, crying out as it slides in deep and through. "Please! Gods, please! Have me, husband!" You beg before wordlessly sobbing.

He smiles, tracing a finger down a tear before scooping it up and sucking off his finger tasting your tears. You sniffle but your cries become soft as he pets your hair, smoothing you. He hums happily when you surrender yourself completely to him. "That is a good little fox." He speaks, tauntingly.

You nod. But it isn't long before you feel him touch your behind. Your worst nightmare is confirmed when he enters your ass. You buck as a wild animal refusing to be ridden. You try to push him off, but he keeps holding you down, using his muscles on you.

You are scared. "Husband...' You whimper.

He chuckles. "Silence, wench." "It is just my finger." You sigh, relieved. This shall be the final thing he will take from you. The thought of having him inside of you there sounds painful and shameful. You did a lot of shameful and painful things, yet you enjoyed yourself.

Aemond leans in to whisper in your ear and what he whispers terrifies you. "This time, that is. You owe me your final maidenhead. You act prudish and scared but once my cock has made itself at home in your ass, my little fox won't want anything else. I know you too well." Aemond removes his finger and smacks your behind causing you to grunt.

He is done with that part of your body."Did you earn your reward? Do you deserve to finish?"

You shake your head, crying. "No. I've been sinful and ungrateful. I touched myself." You doubt he will forgive you for that.

Aemond sighs. "I saw that. We need to do something about that, won't we?"

You nod, sniffling. Aemond grabs the ruler back up and you are forced on your back this time. He lets the ruler slide over your exposed cunt and the cold metal sends shivers down your spine. You are held down by him as well as if he is scared of you running.

He smacks down harshly and you cry out in approval and in pain. The ruler spanks your inner tighs next and pain and pleasure mixes inside of you. You need him.

Aemond notices your needs and drops the ruler before turning you back on your knees, kneeling to his front.

You pant happily as he takes you. He takes you on the hard desk and your muscles hurt for every time he slams you down on it as if he hunted and skinned you himself. You are fucked brutally on the desk, your legs forced around Aemonds middle as his cock penters your poor dripping little cunny until you see stars and feel as if you are floating.

Your husband forces his cock in your face. You obediently suck it off for him, tasting yourself on his length. Aemone growls in pleasure. He smiles at your obedience before spanking your cunt with his mere hand. Yet it makes you hungry and you clench your pussy. He smacks it once more, grabbing your throat. "Ask me nicely, little fox."

You beg him. As the whore that you are. "Please husband. Take me."

He grins. "Very well. I shall."

You whimper, grunt, scream, and cry for him as he finishes you off with a slow, torturous trust. You pant as he takes you once more, allowing himself to take you as his spoils. That is your duty as his wife. You encourage him to unleash his fantasies on you. "I am yours, Aemond." You whisper his name very softly. He groans in your ear before trusting himself back inside of you. It hurts. There is no denying that. But the pleasure is stronger than the pain.

Your husband comes inside of you. You are both statisifed. Aemond drops himself from your body. Your legs are grabbed, and you are carried to the bed. He throws you on it. He takes the spare neatly folded blanket and puts it around your body.

You are shocked when he joins you. "Welcome to King's Landing, my little fox." Aemond murmers in your ear when kissing your lips softly. "I hope it lives up to your expectations." You never had any expectations of the capital and never had any desire to see it either

You laugh. "I never had any expectations. Father told me I'd likely never would see the capital. I was supposed to marry closer to home, after all."

Something dangerous changes in Aemond. "This is your home now. You best forget you had anything else. This castle is much better than that shithole."

You are insulted but don't have the energy left to fight him. You nod instead, and he is disappointed that you don't fight back. He gets up from the bed, dresses himself, and leaves without looking back.

You get up from the bed and walk to the window, the sheets covering your body. You wonder how Wyldecrest will survive without you.

And most of all; you wonder how you will survive without Wyldecrest.

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ahundredtimesover · 1 month

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Ahhh MIMI!!

This was worth the wait!!! 😩

When I tell you my heart was pounding!!

You’ve got all these magnificent scenes going all at once this chapter!

From JK thinking about OC while on vacation, to her being the only constant that he’d want to have, and to wake up to her 😫😭

Also the eye contact while fixing his tie—my knees would fold immediately. 💀

The tension is rising!

The way Yoongi and Soomin, Jimin and JK were all worried about her after she got hurt—she’s got so many people who love and care for her! 💕 ( friend goals)

Also Yoongi baby being the biggest green flag ever. 🥹

Love the reference in Yoongi’s love for reader turned into friendship and how reader is now the one whom is falling head over heels for JK, she’s letting go just like Yoongi did! 🥹

Jiminsshi and Jk must not be left alone—Yoongi out here keeping them from killing each other.

But not only that Yoongi,Mr.Ri and Soomin letting reader know JK doesn’t usually do these sorts of things for anyone! 😫

Most of all—finding out why JK dislikes the rain. Poor baby had to deal with that alone. But for him to have gone and rescued her when she sprained her ankle shows you that his doing things out of his way because he can’t stop thinking about her. 🥺

That conversation he had with Jin and V definitely hit him hard—his coming to his senses. Because as much as he wants her to run and hide she won’t because she sees that not only she has her demons to battle with but also him, and she’s willing to help him. 😭

All in all—completely and utterly in love with this series Mimi. 💕🥹

@ahundredtimesover

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED TO EVERYONE TO READ‼️‼️

Hiiii this is so lovely!!! I rly get excited when the scenes in my mind translate well and you guys experience that tension as well! 💕

Love that you point out their friends. I do love writing about friendships and green flags like Yoongi! I think how he’s also handling this whole thing is special bc he doesn’t have any hidden agenda. For either of them to not have to worry what their actions might mean to each other is so important in their friendship. Like, it’s all just genuine.

As for JK helping OC despite his fear, it shows a lot about how he cares about her. That’s gonna be a running theme throughout the story. I touch on a lot about emotional safety and feeling safe enough to be vulnerable to someone. Like I said, it’s such an important aspect of a relationship and something we’ll see more of!

Appreciate this so much. Thank you for dropping by 🥹🥹💕

#mimianswers #fic: iwyts

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homemadegirlbossbattle · 1 year

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ROUND 1 / SIDE A / POLL 14

Sylnae Nyrlithar (@slcknasty) vs. Cordelia Lillian Offdensen (@catboy-bill-nye, art by @fishklok)

Sylnae Nyrlithar info:

Description: She's a girlboss, she's a war criminal, she's died and come back from the dead... Born in an incredibly unhealthy family situation, escaped, was meant to have a redemption arc and then just got *worse.* Joined up with a gang of equally fucked up adventurers to take down a megalomaniacal technology magnate whose solution to population control was to kill a bunch of people and *still* managed to lose the moral high ground. The party was so morally fucked that the "good ending" for the campaign would have been them all dying and the eldritch blood god we were trying to stop taking over the world. So good at lying she got away with some of the world's most ridiculous cover stories. Plays both the violin and chess for maximum manipulative villain tropes.

Crimes: Was part of a reactionary terrorist group that considered civilian casualities as an acceptable cost for getting their aims (taking out a well-loved public figure). Has killed multiple people to do so, and also helped cover up multiple murders. Had a contingency plan to murder all of her party members if necessary. Nearly got all of them killed during a heist so that she could fulfil a personal agenda she hadn't told anyone about. Found a cursed sentient dagger that told her it would grow in power if she killed people with it, went "sure, I can use this" and promptly did exactly that.

Other notes from the submitter: i am so ready to see a batch of terrible women beating the shit out of each other (in terms of popularity but also maybe in a fistfight) (sylnae would lose a fistfight)

Cordelia Lillian Offdensen info:

Description: She is an OC I made for the [adult swim] series Metalocalypse ,but honestly it doesn't matter too much since most of my fics involving her take place before the series even starts (although watch as all of them become outdated by the time of the finale movie LOL). In any case she was a law school student that was seduced and got pregnant by a demonic entity in human form before being abandoned by said demon after she starts to get sus, rendering her a struggling single mother with unhealthy coping mechanisms. Manages to be both a girlboss and a girlfailure at the same time

Crimes: There would be SOOOO much discourse if she was canon considering she is genuinely loving and well-intended in trying to have her son's best interest ,but man was she neglectful in that "parents of Gen X" kind of way except in some ways kind of worse thanks to being a high functioning alcoholic which traumatized her son in a way that affected his relationships with other people as an adult (ie concerning levels of codependency). Even if granted half of this wouldn't have happened if a few small decisions from her lover didn't kind of ruin her and her sons' lives and it's not hard to feel bad for her since her boss and co-workers kind of treat her like garbage. Basically we love us a problematic ,but complex MILF (if only I had the energy to write more!!!)

Other notes from the submitter: Was the reason I asked that question since I have several OCs and yet somehow the one that's not even from an original work of mine would have the most hypothetical fandom discourse due to being a grey area kind of mom (hate to say it ,but some of the series' actual female characters are often less interesting than the fandom's) LOL

#poll #oc poll #hmgbb

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strawberrytalia · 5 months

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the talia anon here!

thanks for that reading list! I think I might start with the arrowfam bc I'm very intrigued by Dinah's character. honestly, the reason why I didn't ask about the mystics is bc I have never encountered them with whatever DC content I have consumed (which is not a lot) and I want to expand to something I'm familiar with first

I'm currently going through both preboot Talia and postboot robins which are drastically different with its talia (like SOTD Talia giving up her son for adoption so he can be something more and won't have to grow up the shadow of The Demon and The Bat vs Tomasi's Batman and Robin Talia that purposefully raised Damian in the league). honestly give me the ick.

unfortunately, the existence of Damian really did ruin what Talia could have been, but I wanna ask (you can totally ignore this portion of the ask if you're too uncomfortable, I'm just intrigued by what you have to say) how do you think Damian and OG talia can co-exist in current canon?

i know there's a person writing a fic about how while talia has her whole lexcorp era ra's kidnaps damian and raises him. Once Talia finds out she gets Damian out and brings him to Bruce (I haven't read it, but I know of its existence). I honestly prioritize Talia's character over Damian's since she was created first and I am 100% ok with Damian's characterization being mellowed out a bit, so it doesn't show Talia horribly, something to show that Talia did try to protect him (it'll be like that quote that said "just because you mother didn't break all the generational curses doesn't mean she didn't break any") talia knows how bad it is to be raised in LOA, so she needs something to make her stay IMO. maybe Ra's promises to be a better grandfather than he was a father, maybe there are external threats to Damian that talia really can't deal with without LOA's resources or something to do with Nyssa (I am so intrigued by the sisters. i want to see the mess of emotions that comes with them interacting. i really do think Nyssa would hate Talia because of Ra's, but talia would just like to hang out with her like the youngest child she is)

now im just rambling but you get the gist

Hello again!!!!!

Ahh so with Dinah, I would recommend Longbow Hunters, then jump into GA Vol 2 and then maybe Birds of Prey (where she shines outside of the family)!! There are other appearances but unfortunately they’re not the best representation of her character (cough GA/BC)

Also yeah totally understandable with mystics!! They really do have a VERY different vibe than majority of the DCU, and it is super enjoyable, but also a little complicated and difficult to get into at first.

Yeah thinking about Talia’s deterioration upsets me a lot. In addition to raising Damian, there were a lot of really gross, unnecessary changes that undermined what she had gone through. Like she was a canon SA victim, and then they have the audacity to make her a rapist herself in the most uncharacteristic way possible. It’s so so so gross.

I agree with you though, I absolutely do prioritize Talia’s characterization over Damian’s. She was a fully fledged character created before him with so much relevance to not just Batman, but the DCU. I love Damian!! But he was also essentially an OC created for a storyline with an agenda that has grown to invalidate adoptive relationships. I’m NOT saying I wanna get rid of Damian, but if I had to choose between them, I’m picking Talia personally. 100%.

THAT is an interesting question because I don’t quite have a solid answer myself yet. I know what AU you’re talking about, and I like that idea a lot! But something about it also rings hollow to me?? If that makes sense??? In a personal sense, I feel like it also absolves Talia of a lot of agency and action, and I would rather her character be in a more proactive position.

And I also think Talia would be a lot smarter and more clever in making sure there was absolutely no way Ras would ever find her baby. So the AU does undermine her a bit, in my personal opinion.

However I think the most integral part of Damian’s character is the way that he revolves around the concept of redemption, especially as an abused child. So it also feels very wrong to take away from that, since it’s such a core aspect to him.

So there’s the conundrum.

GAHHH it’s hard thinking of ideas that will do both of them justice, unless you completely revamp Damian’s character.

Maybe Talia stays in the league with Damian and under the guise of being loyal to Ras, she’s actually secretly plotting to take him and the whole League down. She keeps as much of a watchful eye on Damian as she can, but she’s not perfect and she also wants him to be able to fend for himself. So if he has to learn the harshest ways of survival and combat, so be it. (Talia logic not mine). Talia doesn’t raise Damian to be proud of the League or his Grandfather. She keeps him aware of what she’s planning and why they have to do that. She tells him about Bruce (just like in canon) but makes sure Damian knows until the time is right, he can’t meet his father. Plans get messed up, Talia’s big idea goes haywire because of an outside party, and nowhere near her is safe for Damian. Except for Bruce.

So kind of adapted from canon except less evil weird eugenics rapey storyline, and something that gives Talia a bit of autonomy. Damian would also have less of a brainwashed League personality while still carrying trauma and mixed feelings towards his family. I don’t think Talia would be a perfect mother. I think she’d try her best in the way she knew best, and unfortunately, her way is not that great. But most importantly, she would want Damian to have a better future than she did. If it meant enduring 10 years of the League, she’d make that sacrifice.

Other possible idea: Talia was a med student going to University of Cairo in her early appearances. I kind of like the idea of her becoming a traveling medical personal bringing Damian alongside her, except they’re both hiding their identities. Again, it wouldn’t be picture perfect, she’d still make sure he was aware of the dangers in life. But I feel like they’d have an interesting story that way.

Or maybe she kills Ras, escapes the League, the new leader of the League is like whatever and just leaves it alone, and she just openly raises Damian in the realm of Lexcorps business and politics lmao. Little baby Damian wearing a suit and attending meetings on his mom’s lap while she verbally assassinates men.

#asks #this was hard to think about #lmaooooooo #batfam

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i-did-not-mean-to · 11 months

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Gold and stone

Here's my entry for the "Forged in Fellowship" Event...

Words: 1.4 k

Characters: Mairon, Fëanor, Thorin, Celebrimbor, OC

Warnings: Violence, anger, dismemberment

Kra stomped closer to the archway of the hidden cavern—she did not know why she hesitated, after all, she had trained for this exact thing since before the Northern Mountains had been sundered.

Rgu waved them onwards, his jerky movement reminiscent of a stone shower that would never hit the ground.

“It’s them or us,” he reminded the young combatants one last time as they fanned out into the dark underground tunnels in which their enemies were said to have hidden their secret weapon.

Fire Magic, Kra thought with a shiver of disgust. Since long before she had first been called from the mountain to protect her people, the fire wizards of the south had been their fearsome foes and the most dreaded threat to the health and happiness of the Stone Giants.

Now, Kra was not, as a matter of fact, anywhere near gigantic. Truth be told, she was barely bigger than the wooden constructions in which the meat-people lived. She might never have amounted to much within her own race if it hadn’t been for the singular blessing or curse that had been bestowed upon her by the grace of the ancestors.

Often, she believed that she would never have made it into the elite group led by the legendary Rgu—hero of the volcano wars—if it hadn’t been for this singular trait of hers that turned her into a coveted resource for her enemies.

Indeed, veins of precious gold ran through her pearlescent, grey body. The Stone Giants themselves had little use for the ore, and to them, Kra was nought more than a youngling born with a peculiar colouring such as they were wont to appear in every other race that reproduced in one way or another.

For the fire wizards though, her iridescent opal eyes and shimmering veins were invaluable treasures that they would hew from her flesh to melt in the heart of their voracious deity.

“Stay close,” Rgu warned, but Kra was tired of being treated as if the stone she was made of was less strong or enduring than that of any of her fellows.

Stubbornly, she ducked into a low corridor and was out of sight before Rgu could catch up with her.

She had not expected the steep slope and grunted in surprise as she slipped and slithered down a good distance before catching herself at the last moment before she could collide with the smooth, faintly glowing wall of a domed cavern.

Blinking slowly, Kra let her senses adapt to her surroundings—she had been trained to pick her way through much rougher terrain than this seemingly artificially built vault, so she didn’t lose much time before striding onward.

A low rumble of astonishment escaped her though when her luminous eyes fell on the statues lining the curved sides of the grotto. They were small enough to look like oversized dolls to her and so expertly crafted that they looked almost alive.

Bending down carefully, Kra squinted at the delicate writing carved into the small pedestal on which the life-like rendition of an unknown people rested.

“Fëanáro Curufinwë,” she read and shivered as under the influence of a powerful premonition.

Frantically, she strode along the rows of likenesses—many had been destroyed but a few were still eerily intact. Nevertheless, it was the decorations and insignia of the surviving statues that made her feel so uneasy about how vibrantly vivacious they looked to her.

“Fire Magic,” she hissed again. The plan of her people’s enemies unravelled before her stunned mind and blurry eyes—they would attempt the most unholy of rituals, necromancy, to call back to life terrible foes to further their own agenda.

At another time, in another world, beings who mastered a certain array of skills had reverently been called “smiths”, but, to Kra, they had never been anything other than the demons her minders had described when it had been time to melt into the foot of a mountain for rest.

As was the wont of her species, Kra had not been “born” such as the meat-people described it. In the tradition of the Stone Giants, prophets and wise men observed elusive portents and allotted the newest member of the tribe to deserving units when it was yielded into their care by a blessed mountain or hill.

Kra had always been told that the quake that had brought her forth from the smooth flanks of the western mountains had been as monumental and impressive as she herself was underwhelming. She tried hard not to be bitter about that kind of comment, but she failed more often than not.

“Kra?” Her commander’s voice drifted down a narrow shaft. Take that, she thought in a fit of puerile pettiness, you could not even come down here if you tried, you big lump of stone.

Her eyes returned to the statues—there were a few that seemed to be of the same kind of incarnates and just as many that seemed…different. Dismissing those who struck her as forefathers of the meat-people she knew to be quite harmless, Kra focused on the pointy-eared and the squat, solid-looking ones instead.

Never had she met anyone looking quite like that.

Furthermore, the stone tools they were holding looked frighteningly refined—secrets lost to the tide of time, no doubt—and she couldn’t keep herself from retreating in quiet horror.

Only after staring at a deceivingly dainty statue dedicated to some ephemeral entity called “Mairon” for a while did Kra realise that a low buzzing hum had started to punctuate her every thought.

Against every rule of conduct and caution she had ever learned, she lifted her hand and touched her golden fingertips to the graceful curve of Mairon’s cheek.

The world around her seemed to collapse into an entirely unannounced stone avalanche—dust rained down on her and was set alight by a horrifying glow that she did not immediately recognise as coming from her own body.

“Let me have a sample,” a slightly scratchy and vaguely distracted voice resounded and Kra whipped around to stare at the statue of one “Telperinquar known as Celebrimbor, Lord of Eregion”.

She had expected to gaze upon his pleasant, immortalised features, strongly reminiscent of the first statue she had examined, but where the once dimly shimmering stone had been, stood a creature of flesh and bone, staring up at her with barely contained curiosity.

“What are you?” he asked, stepping closer.

“What are you?” Kra roared back, shrinking towards the far wall as she understood that her ill-advised intervention had somehow realised her enemies’ plan in a way all their fumbling magic never could have.

Guilt surged within her—hot and devastating—when she fully grasped the extent of her unforgivable transgression and the grave consequences it would have for the safety of her people.

“Tyelpë?”

“Pointy-eared, leaf-munching bastards!”

In a rockslide of words and accusations, the former statues regained their bearings in the living world by hurling insults and declarations of love at one another, to Kra’s deep confusion and involuntary amusement.

“Look at all that gold,” one of the short, stout ones—"Thorin II” according to the person who had commemorated him a bit too well—exclaimed dreamily and, to Kra’s dismay, all their strangely gleaming eyes swivelled back.

Identify, grasp, destroy, she thought mechanically. This was what she had learned and studied—they were but beings made of soft flesh and yielding bones, weren’t they?

“How did you do that?” Mairon asked in a dangerously smooth and charming voice. “What magical powers did you deploy to summon us from the nether worlds to this filthy, dusty sphere of existence?”

The accusatory sharpness of his tone made Kra flinch back violently, her shoulders crashing into the stone behind her with a sonorous bang. “I,” she stammered, “I didn’t. At least, I did not mean to.”

“Who are you? What do you want?” she breathed, betraying her nervousness as well as her relative youth. This one seemed different—dangerous—and she distrusted him instinctively.

“He’s a demon!” Fëanáro, looking much more imperious and intimidating in the flesh than his statue had suggested, barked.

“Grandfather!”

Kra’s head was spinning. She had heard about the bonds beings bound to their flesh and its weaknesses built, but she had never spent enough time with any of them to observe this fascinating phenomenon. Clearly, they had family relationships much more complex and conflicted than she had ever experienced, and, which interested her far more, they seemed to yearn for others in ways she could not fully understand.

The way the creature who had asked for a sample of her very lifeforce looked at the demon Mairon suggested underlying currents of resentment and desire that intrigued Kra exceedingly.

“Are you a goddess?” the short, stocky one asked. “I am of the Khâzad—Thorin, king of the Longbeards— and I am honoured and humbled to meet one who is made of stone and ore. Your appearance and my reawakening shall sound in the years of glory and victory of my people.”

He seemed earnest enough, Kra thought, but the way his eyes traced the glimmering patterns snaking through her mineral self made her undeniably uncomfortable, nonetheless.

“I am neither a goddess nor a wizard,” she said firmly; she realised now how reckless it had been to let them drive her against the wall. Pulling herself up to her full height, she skirted a rocky outcrop and peered discreetly around.

She would not make it up the ravine from whence she had come again—her only choice was to go on down the hall and hope that there would be another exit big enough to allow her to wriggle through.

“Let us examine you,” Thorin pleaded even as he loosened a hammer from a loop on his belt.

Kra considered her options; she could try to run, but she didn’t want to lead them back to her people and endanger the whole colony, she could attempt to murder them, but she was not sure whether it was possible to kill the undead, or—and this seemed to be the best choice at this moment—she could try to lure them away and lock them in a stony tomb at the first opportunity that presented itself.

Thus far, they had not done her any harm, but she recognised the greed in their eyes. That alone might not have swayed her gentle disposition against them all that quickly, but she could also sense the crackling power emanating from them.

Without knowing anything about them, she was convinced that they had once been wielders of mighty spells of dark and destructive Fire Magic.

“Look at that, Tyelpë,” the disconcertingly smooth demon purred. “Look at that gold. I am sure it is enchanted. Maybe…” There was a darkness thrumming in his voice now—Kra knew not what terrible plague he sought to conjure up by tearing her limb from limb and giving her flesh and bone over to the voracious fire he’d whip up, but she could sense that it would be perilous beyond her wildest dreams.

“Have you seen her eyes? Have you seen that light in them?”

Kra inched her way along the wall, getting ready to break into a run as soon as she had cleared the semi-circle in which those strange and terrifying creatures had arrayed themselves to stare her down like a pack of hungry wolves eyed a wounded lamb.

Her earliest memories were of the masters telling her about the dangers of the desires ingrained deeply in the soft, malleable flesh of other races, and yet, Kra could never have imagined the terrifying intensity with which these strangers seemed to covet every part of her being.

“I am not…” she tried one last time to convince them that neither her eyes nor the veins of gold marbling her body would help them regain whatever love or power they had lost, but the sheer madness in their crazed eyes betrayed that they were beyond listening to reason.

So she ran.

As fast as her heavy steps could carry her, Kra barrelled down the dark passage in a blind panic—the only thought on her mind was to get away from them and from their lunatic screeches about peoples and realms that were so old and obscure that she had never even heard of them.

Names rained down on her—amplified by the echo of the narrowing tunnel—like hail. Lost masters, lost wives, lost magic.

“I cannot bring them back,” she wailed again. “You can destroy me as you did them, but it will avail you of nought.”

The steps behind her slowed, then fell silent.

Kra gasped.

She was in another spacious cavern, round and devoid of a second exit. In the middle of the room stood an anvil of absurd dimensions and a furnace was let into the wall opposite her, blazing brightly.

“Fate,” one of her captors and soon-to-be tormentors laughed wryly behind her.

“Indeed,” Kra whispered, whirling around to watch them slink into the chamber warily; whatever grievances they might have had with one another were clearly forgotten or set aside momentarily as their glowing, energetic eyes roamed greedily over her form.

She waited until the last one had cleared the mouth of the tunnel before closing her eyes and banging her fist into the nearby wall. With a mighty, outraged roar, the stone bent to her will and sealed the tunnel.

As their surroundings shifted to redistribute the weight of the unyielding mountain anew, Kra smiled.

She had accomplished her mission—nobody would ever find them here. The very passage through which they had come had been swallowed and forgotten, and her strange jailors would never breach the containment of the curse that had bound them to their stone replicas.

“Do your worst,” she hissed and broadened her stance. “You and me? We’re less than history now, less than a memory even, we’re mere shadows at sunrise.”

As they sprang upon her, clawing and tearing, Kra almost pitied them for the ambitious but entirely vain folly that had condemned them to this miserable fate of dying alone and unheeded, caged by their own dark desires and irredeemable weaknesses.

“Arda remade,” the demon Mairon cried out triumphantly when his hand plunged into her as if breaking the surface of turgid water. “The time has come!”

Lots of love from me!

#og post #fotfics #forgedinfellowship #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #almost OG fic #Mairon #Thorin #Fëanor #Celebrimbor #general fantasy #violent

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daisychainsandbowties · 1 year

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To follow-up on the other characters with this WN Dragon/Temeraire AU (because we've been talking so much about Ava & Bea & Lilith):

What are your thoughts on Camila's dragon's name? Because now I am reminded of how the Spanish football team is called La Furia Roja, and what if Cam calls her excitable dragon Furia, because that would be such a funny dissonance.

Yasmine, I think, is definitely the kind of person to give her dragon a traditional name by English standards. (I am imagining she's English.) So something with Latin roots.

Also, also, when Dora gets introduced, maybe she can have the American dragon. (I am going to push this American dragon agenda because pretty.)

Regarding the African dragons, I can't remember them allowing to be beholden/bonded with humans in such a way that they would do things for humans? They've always been their own masters, and even rule tribes/kingdoms sometimes, so I can't imagine an African dragon joining the OCS. I think there was one in Temeraire joining Laurence's company, but iirc that was under special circumstances? Or was that an Australian dragon? I can't remember now.

And circling back to the idea of one of the OCS having a Fleur-de-Nuit: what if it's not the OCS who has one but Adriel? (I feel bad villainising this dragon again, but imagine the demon army having this advantage!)

I am fully on board with Camila calling her Flecha-del-Fuego literally just rage - she would think it extremely clever:

Cam’: ask me what i’m getting up to today, lilith?’

Lilith, in a long-suffering tone: ‘pray tell, what are you getting up to today.’

Cam: ‘i was thinking of going into a flying rage.’

Lilith: ‘i despise you. i resent you. i hate you.’

Cam: ‘nononono wait.’ - she climbs onto Furia - ‘if i were french i’d be en-raged.’

Lilith: ‘if only you were in the belly of a dragon.’

Cam: oh, you love me.

Lilith: *blushes and busies herself with Makaria's harness*

YES absolutely for the sheer Camila of it all it has to be Furia. & Cam dragon’s dragon is such a poseur but also very prettily coloured - black with red highlights on legs & belly & the ends of his wings - and the perfect companion for Cam because they both enjoy doing crazy loop-de-loops at high altitudes and once almost cause an international incident playing ‘dragon soccer’ (someone’s tail knocks over a cottage. probably Makaria’s).

Yas would absolutely choose a traditional name - I have her down as from Egypt (which is nominally part of the Ottoman Empire at the time, though really only nominally, & it’s unclear based on the lore if that would be an actual place, but that area is I think under the jurisdiction of the Ottomans) but she has been in England since she was three. her dragon i’m thinking is a girl? I think she might choose an Egyptian-sounding name for her dragon, because you know that Yas is very passionate about her homeland. I like the idea of something unexpectedly short like Senu or Shay.

i think someone should for sure have an American dragon, though unfortunately there would be many commonalities between British dragon-breeds and American ones, thanks to the fact that colonisation definitely did occur. (the same reason that there is little distinction between Irish and British native-breeds). there is not much detail about dragons native to the American continent (a bit more in Golden Age where we see that there was some mingling of draconic bloodlines, so perhaps something along those lines?) i cannot remotely think of a name for that dragon now, but it will depend on what kind of dragon it is, really.

no, i can’t imagine an African dragon joining the OCS, though they might be willing to let the ocs assist with possessed dragons & demons from time-to-time (with a preference to simply manage it themselves, as they always have, but the ability to save possessed dragons instead of having to kill them would likely appeal). i can’t remember if it was an African dragon who joined Tem’s crew. there was Kulingile but that was the offspring of two of the Turkish ferals.

also, yes absolutely. the Fleurs are heavyweights and fire-breathers, so it would suit Adriel perfectly. i think in this case the dragon would be possessed, but lengthily, so that there is likely nothing remaining of the original dragon’s personality.

#wn temeraire au #we are getting into the deep alternative history lore now lol

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My Main OC’s And Their Fancasts!

Been wanting to share my OCs and their fancasts for many years on this platform, but was too nervous to do so. With all that fear out of the way- here they are!

Peter, a warlock that was turned into a demon through saving another’s life. He now serves the Demon King of Hell as a mad scientist. He’s happily married to an angel, which is strictly forbidden with both Heaven and Hell.

Fancast: David Tennant

Clark, an angelic alienist that also has the unique powers of a faerie. He also has the gift of healing with his angelic powers.

Fancast: Domhnall Gleeson

Valerie, another angel, but this certain angel has a sense of adventure, as she was trained by a shapeshifter to destroy the darkness that surrounds her home. She’s married to Clark (Fun fact: Valerie was based heavily off my best friend because she liked Clark a lot).

Fancast: Emilie de Ravin

Melody, the child of Belial, who was adopted by Clark and Valerie after finding her alone and left for dead. She is a half-demon, as her mother was human. Melody is a bit of a michievious child, getting into all kinds of trouble that lead her into danger.

Fancast: Millie Bobby Brown

Abraham, the shapeshifter. He is Valerie’s mentor (and Uncle), and trains her to the best of his ability. He’s very grumpy, but has a soft side (if you can believe it).

Fancast: Peter Capaldi

Doyle, the morally grey angel. Doyle is someone that isn’t quite sure on which side he belongs on between Heaven and Hell, as he works for a fallen angel with a wicked agenda. However, he sees that his husband Peter brings out the best in him.

Fancast: Jude Law

Henry, the guardian angel. Henry was assigned by the Creator (God, in this case) to be Melody’s guardian angel to protect her from the evils that try to control and even take her powers. Though Henry has a haunting past that even Melody or her family wouldn’t believe. Working for the fallen angel that plans to hurt his only friend? Yeah, he gets emotional about it.

Fancast: Jason Flemyng

Edward, Henry’s personal demon. His Mr. Hyde, if you will. He lives inside Henry’s mind, taunting him day by day.

Fancast: James McAvoy

-Victoria, the assistant scientist. Once working with Henry as a partner in his past life, she developed a romantic relationship with him over time. She now roams Hell in search of an escape to be with her husband once again.

Fancast: Rachel McAdams

~Hope this didn’t bore you guys to sleep. But heck, I’m VERY passionate about them (my characters (and the actors included)). Thank you for getting this far!! 🥺💕~

#UPDATED MY BABIES #oc fancasts #ocs #original character #fancast #david tennant #domhnall gleeson #emilie de ravin #jude law #rachel mcadams #jason flemyng #millie bobby brown

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FOR ROLEPLAY OR WHAT ONE YOUD LIKE TO SEE WRITTEN!

[C] Please note I am Lit to low novella writing. Generally I write about five paragraphs, three if I'm brain dead and struggling. Please note in all these stories while we write the main characters, I enjoy writing other characters as well as background ones. I would like someone to join me in that so its not just me ^^

[C] Warning tags. Must be 18 plus! I write Gore, horror ,torture, adult themes, depression. I have no triggers expect I’m not a fan of rape, incest and stuff like that.

[C] Themes will include Supernatural, myths, fantasy, marvel, ghost or monsters. I’m not one to follow the movies to the letter and often find the plots not always the best. Therefore I often change movies such as Tony and his lost sibling idea.

[C]Here are the main voices I’m willing to play, people that I muse the highest. However, I’m also willing to try. Wanda, Natasha, Peter Parker (Tom and Andrews) Hela, Bucky (NO romance! I can’t play him romantically! Friends only!)

[C]Characters I will not play! Deadpool, Starlord, Steve, Vision, Rocket, Groot, Drax, Vemon

[C] As always feel free to add your own plot ideas! I’m very open to those! And you are free to add to the ones I have listed. A Lot of these are just base ideas and can change as we go.

[C] Again please note I work a full time job Thursday - Monday 1:00 pm to 10:00 pm and Sundays are the days I do note write! If I happen to respond it's because I had time, but otherwise don’t expect it.

[C] In the Stories you can pick to play either the main person, Tony, Thor, Loki and I can play the oc or cc, or reverse

[C] Double ups welcome depending!

[IC]PLOT IDEAS

[IC]TONY STARK x CC OR OC (Male or female love interest welcome. Will play Tony or his counterpart)

[IC]LONG LOST BROTHER OR SISTER

[IC] The Stark’s had more than one kid, a younger brother/sister that was stolen from them by Hydra. They put all the time and energy they could into finding them, but could never track them down. Years later after training and being torn apart by Hydra Tony’s sibling is out for revenge. Tony lived a hard yet normal life, while they were treated like a dog. With an only desire for revenge they set out to build something that could topple Iron Man and the rest of the avengers. They built Ultron. A machine so savage that at the end of the day it even grows out of their control. With the world at risk of ending, Tony's sibling have to swallow their hate and work with the Avengers to take down this monster. Tony is desperate to have a friendly relationship, but the question is can he make that happen?

[IC] IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN TO ME

[IC] Tony thought he and Pepper were solid, that they would be married until the end of time. But he was wrong. Tony came home early to surprise Pepper and found her in bed with another man. Someone he knew, someone he called a friend. With this shocking find he and Pepper split and Tony becomes withdrawn. He still holds his duties to the avengers but it's half hearted. Until (Your oc or any CC marvel women) starts to help him. Spends time with him and helps him to heal. Pepper is upset with this, as she believes Tony should not move on so fast. Thus drama between the two women.

[IC] THE WORST IDEA

[IC]Tony Stark is known even in the outreaches of the underworld. Demons who wish to control the planet find a way to possess him. Taking over his body while still playing hero, as a way to further their own agenda. They use him to experiment on people, to make the perfect vessels for demons. Bodies that will last a lifetime, and aid them in taking over the world. Tony gets pretty far in his plan, thousands of people are possessed and primed to take over. Placed in key locations of power, one of them even being the president of the United states. After months like this a woman shows up, who is a talented and skilled Demon hunter. She cast the demon out of Tony, and her and the rest of the team must now take on the army he helped create.

[IC] I SEE THE DEAD

[IC] Taking place after endgame, Tony thought death was his permanent home. That was until his team brought him and the others back. Strange along with the help of Sullivan (My oc) brought back all those who died in the battle. It was all great, perfect until Tony realized one draw back. He could see the dead. Ghosts, demons and even angels all became something he could see. The worst part? They all realized he could see them. So let the hauntings begin. Tony will need someone to help him with this, whether it's Natasha who is probably also in the same boat or someone outside his circle of heroes.

[IC]LOKI x CC OR OC (very picky with my ocs with this one) (Male or female love interest welcome. Will play Loki or his counterpart)

[IC] PLAY THE HERO?

[IC]Loki is still alive and living on earth right now with his brother and what's left of his people. Though something is wrong, a young girl named America Chavez wanders into his place. She finds him and speaks to him asking him to keep her safe. Having known him in another reality, and explains that others are after her. Loki knows he can’t protect her on his own, so he takes her to the Wizards. This is where he meets Strange for the first time, and things are rocky. After a lot of talking they agree to help, and thus find out it was Wanda behind everything. Loki is there when Wanda attacks and gets flung through the multiverse with America and Strange. This will be a much more expanded Multiverse and it gives Strange and Loki time to bond and become friends and then more.

[IC] MORE CHAOS?

[IC] Loki is the god of mischief and chaos right? He holds that title with pride and joy. How will he react when a young human is able to control magic just like him? That acts like him and causes grief in the hearts and minds of earth's heros. Loki isn’t sure how to take this, and feels as if someone has stolen his identity. He comes around poking and what happens in a contest on who is better at what they do. Chaos and joy: what could go wrong? Tearing open a hole into another reality that’s what could go wrong. How will Loki and them handle it? Tails between their legs asking for the hero's help? Or even more chaos!

[IC] HERO AND VILLIANS

[IC] Loki has always been a pain for earth, and after the New York attack he’s held captive on earth. Thor fears Odin will kill him, and doesn’t want that for his brother. So Loki is locked up in the Avengers tower where you are his guard. You are responsible for everything with him, and while you hate him at first you soon talk. While Loki means you no harm, he is also planning to escape. How this plays out depends a lot on how it's written.

[IC] ON A HOPE AND PRAY

[IC] Loki isn’t a romantic type, in fact its his least favorite emotion. So it stands to reason he’d never fall for anyone. While visiting earth he comes across Doctor Strange, at the time just finishing medical school. He’s beaten and almost killed. Loki, seeing how unfair the fight was, steps in and chases off the attackers. Strange is near death, and against his better judgment he takes him to Asgard to save his life. They save him and Odin isn’t happy with Loki taking in a human. Asgards don’t interfere with earth, and Loki has broken a law. Thus in order to keep himself unpunished and Strange alive he has to marry him. Loki accepts and marries him, and then takes him back to earth. Being bound to a human is annoying, and Loki doesn’t even know him. Loki doesn’t make him stay loyal and allows Strange to do what he wants. But he does make a point to visit him and over time Loki does fall for him. (Note this will have lots of angst and possible open ended cheating and drama)

[IC]THOR X CC OR OC (Male or female love interest welcome. Will play Thor or his counterpart)

[IC] ARE YOU A GOD?

[IC] Thor had never been so confused in his lifetime. He had never heard of a mortal from earth becoming a god. But you died in a gang shooting, struck down at too young of an age, and woke up and walked out of the morgue. Needless to say this has caught everyone’s attention, good and bad. Thor comes to see what this is all about, and to possibly help you. He teaches you how to be a god, and figures out what powers you have. Though others now are coming who want to run tests on you, cage you up. It's up to you and Thor to avoid them.

[IC] HE WAS MY BROTHER

[IC] After endgame and Thor has left earth and Asgard he mentally crashes. Without Loki by his side he finds himself lost. He has lost everything in his life, everyone he cared about. The anger gets to him and he starts to lose touch with who he is. Thor finds a planet like earth, and enslaves it. Driven by his pain and hurt he feels he at least deserves to rule doesn’t he? He’s brutal and savage to anyone he meets there. Until a warlock vows to bring back his brother. Thor doesn’t trust there words, and they must find some way to trust the other. How this plays out is up to you.

[IC] POWER PLAY

[IC]Again after endgame, and everyone has returned, something changes. Jane Foster has been granted the powers of Thor. At first Thor is thrilled with this and is very friendly and welcoming of it. But Jane’s mental state wasn’t strong enough to handle becoming a god. Her mind twist and becomes dark and deadly. She vows to punish those around her, and make the world how she sees fit. Thor doesn’t have the heart to stop her, and thus earth pays the price. Someone must come to Thor and convince him to take on Jane and end her life to save Earth. Thor takes some time to warm up to this, but in the middle of all of this Jane kidnaps this person. Thus the struggle over this person begins with Thor realizing now that he’d fallen for them.

[IC] THE DOCTOR AND THE GOD

[IC]Thanos snapped and killed half of everyone. Thor survived and in this case so did Doctor Strange. Strange knows the loss Thor has been through and in those five year he does his best to care for the god. Welcome him into his home and helping him deal with everyone he’s lost. Thor teaches him asgard magic and speaks of Loki and what he was really like. They become close and as five years pass they are together. They fight in the final battle and win. Strange has a surprise for Thor though, he managed to bring back Loki for the god. (Please note, I would totally love for Strange and Thor to have kids at some point)

DOCTOR STRANGE X CC, OC, OR MY OC (Note mainly looking for someone to play strange for me here.)

[IC] FREE WILL MY ASS

[IC] Sullivan Morningstar is held captive by the ancient one because of her blood line. She is trapped and torn apart. Her magic is powerful and the Ancient one uses that to have a long life. Kaecilius finds this out and manages to free Sullivan and thus gets kicked out as well. Sully is very hateful to the Ancient one and wants revenge. Thus she hides who she really is and joins the school of the wizards along with Strange. She learns with him, and becomes his friend. But She’s also working with Kaecilius to take down the Ancient one. She helps the man who freed her, and the Ancient one is dead. To her dismay Strange walks in as she’s being killed, and Kaecilus announces he will take her place and rule the world. Now Sullivan and Strange have a new threat to stop. Though the sting of who she is and what she’s gone hangs in the air.

[IC] REALITY IS FICKLE

[IC] Sullivan is a monster hunter and a cop, as she’s worked for the Avengers in the past. Now after the endgame and the heroes weakened the monsters and witches are coming out to play. Sullivan has been caught by the Coven of the first blood, a band of witches loyal to Lucifer and want to break him free. A few of the objects they need to free their devil is in the Sanctum and thus out of their reach. With Sullivan being a side hero they send her in to fetch the items. However, they are locked up and note easy to get to. She needs a key for them and the right magic, and Strange is the only one who holds that. So she does the only thing she can, she tries to play him. Get him to trust her because if she doesn’t the coven will kill her. So how will this play out? (Lots of room for angst here man.)

[IC] REALITY IS BREAKING

[IC] Being the daughter of Nyx, Sullivan is more attuned with reality and the multiverse. After the events of no way home she becomes aware of this and seeks out the wizards to warn them. Gaining their trust and showing them she means no harm. After all witches and wizards don’t get along in fact there's a deep seeded hate on both sides. While she tries to convince them, America comes through and all hell breaks loose. Sullivan is pulled along on the ride with her and Strange.

[CI]OPEN ENDED PLOT IDEAS FOR ANYONE

[CI]OPEN FOR ANY IDEAS OR SUGGESTIONS! NOTE NOT ALL WILL BE ACCEPTED BUT IT DOESN’T HURT TO TRY.

[CI]Artist weflaps! Coral the cat!

#marvel #thor #loki laufeyson #doctor strange #tony stark #mcu multiverse #fanfic #roleplay

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