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[cera-writes]

Nightcrawler with an SO who can split herself into different emotions with each emotion having a different power. Maybe the emotions are running rampant and causing mischief and Kurt is the only person who can wrangle them in.

Emotional Rampage

A/N: this was a cute request! Sorry it took me a while to get it written for you <3

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x reader

Tags: reader-insert, fluff, angst, emotional turmoil, inner demons, pet names, established relationship, endearments

Nightcrawler materialized in a kitchen bathed in the dimly dark sheen of Fear's shadow manipulation. Dishes clattered as Sullen slammed a cabinet door shut. Overhead, Joy buzzed like a rogue wasp, leaving a sonic trail.

This was Tuesday.

"Alright, alright," Kurt held his hands up, teleporting a plate out of Sullen's path. "Let's calm down, everyone. Was ist los?

Fear flickered, casting distorted shadows of Kurt's normally cheerful grin. "Something's wrong, Kurt. I don't like it."

Joy, a blur of pink energy, zipped around the room. "But we don't know what it is! That's the problem!"

Sullen, radiating a low rumble of disapproval, crossed their arms. "We need to find it. Now."

Kurt sighed. "Ich verstehe, but causing a scene won't help. Tell me what's bothering you."

Silence. Fear dimmed, then flickered again. "It's… a feeling. Something dark approaching."

Joy buzzed impatiently. "Exactly! But without knowing what 'it' is, we can't stop it!"

Kurt, ever the mediator, took a deep breath. "Alright. How about this? We work together. Fear, show me what you sense. Joy, scout ahead with your speed. Und Sullen, if we need to throw down, you've got my back, right?"

Hesitation, then a grudging nod from each fragment. Fear pulsed, sending tendrils of shadow that snaked out the window, pointing towards the city's abandoned amusement park. Joy zipped out with a whoosh, leaving a faint pink afterimage. And Sullen, with a grunt, followed Kurt as he bamfed them out of the chaos.

Standing on the creaky Ferris wheel platform, fear tingled on Kurt's skin. Fear's shadows pointed towards a dark, swirling vortex at the center of the park. It pulsed with a malevolent energy.

Joy reported back, a worried frown etched on their normally carefree face. "Kurt, it's like… a negative-me. It feeds on fear."

Suddenly, a shadowy figure materialized, a twisted reflection of Kurt, complete with pointed ears and a barbed tail. "Ah, Nightcrawler. And your precious little emotions. This will be fun."

A fight ensued. Sullen's strength met the dark doppelganger's blows head-on. Joy zipped around, creating sonic disruptions that momentarily weakened the creature. But it was Kurt, teleporting in surprise attacks while Fear channeled courage into him, who finally managed to land a decisive bamf, sending the negative entity back into the vortex.

With the threat neutralized, the fragments drifted back towards you, their forms merging. You sighed, exhaustion clinging to you like a second skin. "Thanks, guys," you whispered, a soft smile gracing your lips.

Kurt pulled you close. "Anytime, Liebchen. Though, maybe next time we could save the demolition for the bad guys?"

A tired giggle escaped you. "Promise." Leaning into his warmth, you watched the city lights twinkle back to life.

Later, curled up on the couch with mugs of hot cocoa, Kurt hesitantly brought up your emotional outburst. "Liebling," he began, his voice laced with concern, "ist alles in Ordnung? These episodes seem to be happening more often."

You snuggled closer, appreciating the gentle way he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. "I don't know, Kurt. It's like… a tangled mess in here sometimes. All these emotions, and I can't always control them."

Kurt squeezed your hand. "But that's what I love about you, Schatz. You wear your heart on your sleeve, in all its beautiful, chaotic glory. And I'll always be here to help you sort through the mess, together."

His words, laced with his endearing native tongue, warmed you more than the cocoa ever could. You realized that even the most complex emotions couldn't dampen the love you shared, a love that thrived on understanding and a whole lot of patience. With a contented sigh, you leaned your head on his shoulder, the tramclings of the evening forgotten. In Kurt's arms, you knew you had a safe haven, a sanctuary where even your most turbulent emotions could find peace.

[lunarthecorvus]

Post Crooked Kingdom Canon Compliant fanfiction recommendations part of Lunar's soc fanficiton rec series

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Vol. 1: Council of Thieves by lizaudreys

Wordcount: 122,891 Chapters: 45/45 (part of a series and is continued afterwards)

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)

Tags: BAMF Inej Ghafa, Fluff and Angst, Jesper Fahey Has ADHD, Kaz Brekker Needs a Hug, Crime Children, Five Years Later, Post-Book 2: Crooked Kingdom, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn

Author's summary/notes: Five years after the Auction, the Crows have gone their separate ways. That is, until the Council of Tides demands that Kaz Brekker help rescue one of their newest initiates. Grisha all over are being targeted by ships disguised as slavers, rumors of a new form of jurda parem are spreading, and the fate of it all is yet again dependent on an unlikely gang of criminals. My summary/notes: Some fascinating council of tides lore, and the side/original characters in this fic are so interesting. Be prepared this fic has some wesper angst and some definite kanej angst, but there are some adorable moments. Goes into the crows friendships, especially Jesper + Inej and Kaz and Wylan (it does go into more dynamics). To finish it I will say there is a sort of ⊹hiest⊹.

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and you asked me to dance, but I said "dancing is a dangerous game" by sarathedreamer

Wordcount: 28,439 Chapters: 5/5

Characters: Inej Ghafa, Kaz Brekker, Wylan Van Eck, Jesper Fahey, Prince Ilya

Tags: Fluff and Angst, Fluff without Plot, Healing, Post-Book 2: Crooked Kingdom, Post-Book 2: Rule of Wolves, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant ish

Author's summary/notes: “My darling Inej," he started in a very proper intonation, "treasure of my heart, feared Wraith of the Barrel, Scourge of the Seas, Bringer of Justice and Slayer of Men… would you like to dance with me?" Inej, Kaz, Wylan and Jesper get a very important invitation to the betrothal celebration of a certain Nina Zenik... angst, fluff, and yes, dancing, ensues between the King of the Barrel and the Queen of the Seas. This is part two of my kanej x cowboy like me series! I would highly recommend reading part one first before you dive into this :) Spoilers for RoW and obviously the Soc duology. Most of this is canon compliant because I love to play by the rules (except that we forget about the last two pages of Rule of Wolves for the sake of fluff and angst only... hehe) My summary/notes: Part of the kanej x cowboy like me series, which is such a good series, if you want kanej fluff then that is the series for you. This fic is Inej and Kaz being head over heels with each other for 5 chapters straight, featuring some wesper and Nina. May I intrigue you into this reading this fic by saying it has Kanej flirting and Captain Ghafa. Also THEY DANCE.

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Dealing With Our Demons by @ravenyenn19

Wordcount: 807,697 Chapters: 174/? (updates generally every few months)

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Nina Zenik, Wylan Van Eck, (as well as many other original characters and six of crows side characters)

Tags: Romance, Friendship, Love, POV Kaz Brekker, BAMF Inej Ghafa, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Eventual Smut

Author's summary/notes: Inej's first letter back to Kaz after she leaves on her journey to hunt slavers, reunion ensues! Will they continue to learn how to battle their demons in order to get close to one another? My summary/notes: A classic Kanej fic, almost every Kanej fanfic reader knows this fic, the writing is impeccable. This fic made me fall in love with both Anika and Pim and then Pimika. To me this fic is canon. Now for a summary, this fic take you on a journey of healing and growing with both Kaz and Inej. You will come out of this fic a changed person.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hello hello! I was wondering if you had any winged aus tucked away? the latest post I could find (though goodness knows tumblr’s search feature is iffy) was from 2019 and I was curious about an updated list if it isn’t too much trouble!

Hey Lovely!

You are correct, it's been a LONG time since I've put a new list together... I don't have any new personal recs (been a LONG time since I've read them), so what I'm going to do is do a tag search on my MFL list and put together a nice fresh list of fics suggested to me by you guys! Please note that I have NOT read any of the fics on this list so I'm probably wrong somewhere, LOL. They're not ALL winglock, for sure, but if anyone has anything relevant that they can add to this list, please do! Enjoy!

WINGLOCK / ANGELS / DEMONS Pt. 2 (MFLs)

See also:

Winglock / Angels / Demons (Updated Apr 2022)

Sherlock x  Good Omens Crossovers (Updated Apr 2022)

The Detective and the Demon by oreganotea (G, 2,389 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural Elements || Pre-Slash, Urban Fantasy, Demons, Humour, Friendship) – “Every demon on record is described as either monstrously terrifying or breathtakingly beautiful,” Sherlock says. “I have never heard of a demon with a forgettable face and a propensity for ugly jumpers.” The demon looks down at his jumper. Okay, so it might not be the most flattering article of clothing in the world, but it sure looks a hell of a lot more comfortable than Sherlock’s two-sizes-too-small shirt.

The Babadook by CatieBrie (T, 6,886 w., 1 Ch. || Babadook Fusion || Post-TRF, Horror, Demonic Possession, Violence, Halloween, Grief, Angst with Happy Ending) – “A children’s book,” John mutters as he flips it open. The pages are scrawled with beautiful charcoal lines and thick black ink. The cover, bright red, edges the open pages and something tugs at the back of John’s brain. It’s a familiar feeling, black and tarrish and thick in his thoughts. He shakes it off and picks the book up off his bed, turning so that he can sit on the edge and spread the book out across his knees. If it’s in a word or it’s in a look, you can’t get rid of the Babadook. He turns the page, ignoring the pressure building beneath his chest. There’s a closet on one page; paper doors meant to be opened by the reader flutter as John reads the text on the other page.

In The Arms Of The Angel by Watermelonsmellinfellon (M, 8,585 w., 3 Ch. || Fallen Angel AU || Friendship, Angels/Wings, BAMF John, Trust, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Happy Ending) – The human population possesses the ability to grow feathers from their spines, but less than even five million at a time ever actually grow any. A feather for a life. Every life saved, earned a feather. The feathers would overlap each other, until there was finally enough to create a wing and if some were lucky, two wings.

The Soldier And The Demon by LipstickDaddy (G, 8,998 w., 6 Ch. || Victorian / Demon AU || Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Soldier John, Demon Sherlock, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, Protective Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Johnlock/Kuroshitsuji AU - 1879. Captain John H Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers is dying from a near-fatal gunshot wound in the Kandahar desert; until a demon saves his life. There’s a catch, though; one day, his saviour will eat his soul.

You Don't Need Wings to Fly by Laiquilasse (T, 11,326 w., 11 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Bullying, Angels, Suicidal Ideation, Christmas) – John, an angel, is sent from Heaven to help a desperate Sherlock Holmes by showing him what life would have been like if he had never existed.

Tattered by SrebrnaFH (M, 15,857 w., 6 Ch. || Winglock || Family, Childhood, Society, Abuse, Electricity, Hurt John / Sherlock, Protective John, No Smut, Bullying, Sudden Relationship Change) – John visits Baker Street without any warning and gets an eyeful.

On Feathers and Bacon Sandwiches by Kryptaria(T, 21,092 w., 8 Ch. || Winglock AU || Demon John, Asexual Sherlock) – No one has ever stayed with Sherlock longer than a month. At least, no human. Fortunately, John Watson isn't about to let the little things - like biohazardous experiments and the constant threat of danger - get in the way of his friendship with a very special, very brilliant man like Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Feathers 'verse

The 13th Book by meet_me_in_samarra (T, 24,491 w., 13 Ch. || Magical Realism Winglock AU || Enemies to Friends, Friendship, Witty Banter, Interspecies Bromance, Demon Sherlock) – Summoning a demon was actually quite simple if you could avoid getting killed in the process. Therefore, only the powerful, the desperate or the stupid would attempt it. John Watson was likely the first, definitely the second but hopefully not one of the third kind.

This Is Family by SaraStarchild (T, 39,840 w., 16 Ch. || Hereditary AU || Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Demonic Possession, POV Third Person Limited, Protective Mycroft, Cults, Mycroft Whump, Sherlock Whump, Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Retelling) – When the Holmes family's secretive mother and matriarch, Ellen Holmes, passes away, the family she leaves behind – father Martin, sons Mycroft and Sherlock, and daughter Eurus – begins to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry. The more they discover, the more they find themselves trying to outrun the sinister fate they seem to have inherited. This is, pretty much, a word-for-word retelling of the 2018 Ari Aster film, Hereditary. Part 1 of Sherlock Halloween Stories

Though the brightest fell by BeMyGoldfish (M, 41,243 w., 7 Ch. || Celestial AU || Post THoB, Soulmates, Guardian Angels, Demons, Mystrade, Background Johnlock) –  In his office, Mycroft (the Archangel) tries to recruit Greg (the ‘ex-angel’ mortal) on a celestial mission to save Sherlock from what he wants most. "This is some elaborate joke cooked up by your brother as revenge for me not asking him to help on the Islington Exsanguinations, isn't it? How did he get you in on it, Mycroft? Did he hide your trouser press? Or threaten to expose your secret ciggie habit to your mum? This isn't funny. It's weird and obscure, but it is not funny.”

Trapped by Gem_Gem & harrylee94 (M, 41,311 w., 3 Ch. || Demon John AU || Demon John, Mild Gore, POV Sherlock, Mild Homophobic Language, Kiss, Bonding) – During his most recent case, Sherlock finds himself in the hands of the very people he had been trying to pursue. This mistake lands him in a cell, already occupied by a strange man who calls himself John. But who is John? And why does he look so... hungry? Part 3 of the Bonded by Words Stories series

Murderous Imprint by MojoFlower (E, 52,634 w., 24 Ch. || Winglock || Organ Theft, Imprinting, First Kiss / Time, Whump, Torture, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Case Fic, Magical Realism) – Sherlock should be focusing on the series of brutal vivisections Lestrade has brought to him. Instead he's distracted by a most amazing and unexpected experimental opportunity from the basement apartment of 221C. Will he figure out the one in time to stop the other? And does he need help in order to do it? Part 1 of the Hatch series

Not English But Angels by orphan_account (E, 203,251 w., 15 Ch. || Twisted Canon, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Minor Character Death) – A sort-of canon, sort-of AU fic in which I twist and supplement canon to weave it into a new story in which Sherlock and John come from different worlds and nothing is quite what it seems.

WORKS IN PROGRESS

The Posthumous Game by S_IRIS (E, 58,695+ w., 12/19 Ch. || WiP || Supernatural Elements AU || S4 Fix It, Crack, Humour, Fluff, Demonic Possession, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss/Time, Sherlock Whump, Hurt Comfort, Hallucinations) – A Season 4 fix-it fic where Jim Moriarty really is dead but comes back as a demon to haunt Sherlock. The only problem is Jim is a total newbie at demonic possession so he tries to make-do and ends up making Johnlock happen. Only, it doesn’t happen the way you’d think.

Hellfire by HarleysCompass (E, 66,660+ w., 19/? Ch. || WiP || Fallen Angel AU || Biblical References, BAMF John, Sexual Content, Fallen Angel John) – In 1880 Dr. John H. Watson dies on foreign soil. The next thing he knows he's wandering the planes of Heaven. After betraying God, John is cast out, employed by the devil, and protecting a sociopath of a human with a penchant for trouble and pissing off Angels. 

[trashogram]

More HCY schtuff

I’m making you, the Reader, a BAMF against the overlords. Like I’m sorry but you gotta role model for your daughter so she actually grows up with a spine. The Queen of Hell is going to keep the Vees in line and is not amused by Alastor (but does not threaten him recklessly like Vaggie, just makes it known that he’s on a short leash w her - think you can challenge Reader’s husband? You’re getting bamboozled Radio Chucklefuck, I don’t let the insults fly like Millie w/ Moxxie).

And if you think any of them are gonna gang up on you, Lucifer is coming in with the clutch. You and him are a team of demon smiters if it comes to it.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

(X men animated) Yandere Nightstalker X Fem reader who can control plants

Okay! I can do that, but it will be platonic, and I only write gender-neutral Reader x platonic yandere. Thank you for asking, and let's hope this turns out good:

You tended to see the good in everything.

From the dandelions that were called weeds to the roses so cherished, even the dead trees, you saw beauty and value in everything around you. That was part of your mutation.

You could make plants grow.

With a small surge of power or touch of a finger or a kiss, you could make trees flower with fruit, let vines lengthen and grow, even make flowers bloom in the cold of winter.

And you'd met someone, someone who you saw beauty in, inside and out. Others didn't see it, but they looked with their eyes, not with their hearts.

His name was Kurt Wagner, or as he was sometimes called, Nightcrawler.

He was a sweet soul, always smiling, praying for others with nothing but sincerity, and always having a kind word to share. He was someone you trusted, who you'd go to when in trouble.

For instance, right now.

You'd been chased from your village by someone who saw you make an elderly lady's berry bushes bud, and as of the moment, you were asking if Kurt would let you stay with him at the church.

"Mein freund, you are alvays velcome here. Come, let us hide you," he answered, guiding you gently into the old building.

"Thank you, Kurt. You're a good friend. I wish others knew you the way i did," you respond softly. He gives you a small, comforting grin, pulling you into a hug. His fur is soft, smelling of books and candle wax.

"Mein freund, you are a good freund yourself. God has blessed me for letting me know you." With a small sigh, he pulls away, and carefully sits you down on one of the pews, telling you he will be back shortly.

He never understood how others could be so cruel. God had made them all, unique and different and extraordinary, yet so many people never understood God's love. And God had blessed him with such love, had he not? In the firm of his sweet friend, who grew flowers for his church an brought fresh fruits and helped the nearby villages and towns when their crops failed. He always prayed for them, and thanked God every time he thought of them. He wasn't a man of war, and he wasn't a man of hate-

But...

Giving a slight scare to those who did not accept love and forgiveness might make them think over what they'd done.

He bamfs down, so he is hiding behind the person who had chased his friend through the rain to the church, watching as carefully. They hold a gun in hand, and are pounding at the doors. With a small puff, Kurt appears next to them-

"AAAAAH! DEMON! WITCH!"

And suddenly, the person is running, far away and (hopefully) rethinking their choices.

With a small chuckle, he bamfs back inside, where he and his friend can say vespers and eat dinner, undisturbed and blessed with each others company...

[racefortheironthrone]

Hi! Rookie X-Men question, given how every so often characters tend to die (and then come back), have any of the more specifically religious members of the group, like Nightcrawler, had to wrangle the theological implications of that, or having to deal with dying in-Marvel being very different to how they expect?

Theology is a tricky concept in the Marvel Universe more broadly. Start with the baseline weirdness of what it means to believe in a monotheistic deity when the gods of various pantheons walk the earth as heroes and villains, and where many beings of ultimate cosmic significance can be met in the vastness of space:

Reed Richards is actually lying here. He's gone to the actual Heaven (to retrieve the soul of Ben Grimm) and met the "One Above All" in Fantastic Four #511, and it turns out that in the Marvel Universe, God is literally Jack Kirby, drawing everything into existence:

How this fits in with the existence of multiple gods, multiple Heavens and multiple Hells, is left up to the reader to untangle - just another continuity wrangle to No Prize.

The X-Comics haven't always done much better. As you point out, Kurt Wagner is a faithful son of the one, holy, catholic, and apostolic Church - although I'm sometimes annoyed by writers who can only remember this one detail about him and forget the dashing swashbuckler stuff that's actually way more fun - and his belief ought to be tempered that he's actually died, gone to the explicitly Christian Heaven, and been resurrected by bamfs (it was weird). On the other hand, in the infamous "Draco" storyline, Kurt has also found out that angels and demons are tribes of mutants and that he's the son of the demon Azazel. And in the equally infamous "Holy War" storyline, Kurt became a Catholic priest as part of a theologically-unsound plan to make him Pope so that he could be revealed as the Antichrist and convince people that the Rapture had begun - even though Catholics don't believe in the Rapture.

However, things got a lot better with Jonathan Hickman's House of X/Powers of X and the advent of Krakoa, because all of the sudden there were much more interesting questions to ask. Were mutants the new gods, as Magneto had proclaimed? What did the Church's promise of immortal life mean, now that mutants had defeated death and brought about immortality in this life? What would be the new commandments of the mutant Eden?

As a member of the Quiet Council and the X-Men's resident philosopher, Nightcrawler would be the one asking and answering these questions. In my absolute favorite issue of Hickman's run on the X-Men, Kurt is pushed to seek answers to these questions by the new mutant tradition of "Crucible" - by which depowered mutants must face [A] in the arena to win their right to be reborn into glory through enduring a slow and violent death - and his discovery that Krakoa had built for him a cathedral that only a mutant who can teleport could enter.

In Si Spurrier's run, Kurt investigates these questions by interrogating the laws of Krakoa and how they shape the nascent mutant culture being born on the island. The danger is, that in a world in which life extends forever and death has no meaning, that mutants will fall into sadism and apathy. Kurt's new religion, "the Spark," seeks to combat spiritual neurasthenia with a commitment to the relentless pursuit of the new.

But questions remain: why, in both Moira's Ninth Life and the Sins of Sinister timeline, does Kurt Wagner become the originator of a new sub-species of chimeras with his mutant powers and his appearance and a common commitment to the last religion in existence? What happened to the Golden Child miraculously born to his genetic descendent Wagnerine? Did she survive the destruction of the timeline?

[minisugakoobies]

Tag, You're It | Kang Yeosang

For @minttangerines, who requested prompt #14: they roll on top of you, cradling your head between their hands as they kiss your nose

*crosses fingers* Ok tumblr, please let the tags work now?

Title: Tag, You're It Pairing: Nightcrawler!Yeosang x Reader Genre: fluff, crack, X-Men!AU Warnings: fighting (use of superpowers); brief appearances from Beast!San, Iceman!Yunho, and Sunspot!Wooyoung; reader's powers are based on Tempo (time control), maybe a lil mutual pining?

You crouch beneath a tall tree, lush greenery blessedly granting you cover from the blazing midday sun. Sweat drips down your face as you peer around the thick trunk. No sign of your enemy anywhere.

"Annyeong!"

With a loud *BAMF*, Yeosang materializes to your left, his arm stretching out to grab you.

"Fuck!" you hiss.

Instantly, you reach out and touch time with your mind, bending it to your will. Everything around you slows down, including Yeosang. Quickly, you move away from his reach, then release your grip on time, letting everything return to normal.

"Missed me!" you taunt merrily, taking advantage of Yeosang's confusion and throwing a punch of your own. He merely teleports away. "Damn it, get back here and fight!"

All around you, the Danger Room is filled with the rest of your teammates engaging in their own battles, sparring one-on-one. You're not sure why San programmed the virtual environment to resemble the jungle of the Savage Land for this training session, but you really wish it wasn't so accurately rendered. It's too damn hot.

There's no sign of Yeosang again. How did you get so lucky as to get the teleporter for your partner? You suppose it could be worse - poor Wooyoung's currently trapped in a layer of thick cloudy ice, unable to draw enough power from the sun to burn his way out of it, so he's just kind of… slowly melting, centimeter by centimeter.

"You know you have to physically tag him to win the match, right?" you ask Yunho, who is giggling to himself as he adds another layer of ice.

Yunho just grins. You leave him to his Woo-sicle as you continue trying to track your opponent, wandering into another copse of trees.

The air is thick with humidity as you slash through some low-hanging leaves with the saber you carry on your back. You've given up on trying to wipe the sweat away - what's the point?

"Yeosang," you trill sweetly. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

A peal of laughter sounds above you. Glancing up, you finally spot him, dangling from a branch by his prehensile tail, swinging slightly as he smiles down at you. In the dark of boughs around him, all you can see of his face are his yellow eyes and flashing white teeth.

His demonic appearance doesn't scare you. It never did. In the weeks since he joined you and your fellow mutants at Xavier's, you've gotten to know Yeosang pretty well. He's the most gentle soul you've ever met, quiet and oh so shy.

Or at least, he used to be shy. But now that the two of you are friends, you're discovering that he's actually a little bit of a shit.

"What's wrong, Stopwatch? Something troubling you?"

You grit your teeth at his nickname for you. "Come down here already, will you? The sooner you let me tag you, the sooner we can get out of here." Slap! "Was it really necessary to program mosquitoes, San??"

From his cushy air conditioned spot in the control booth, San flashes you a peace sign.

"Why don't you come up here and let me tag you?" Yeosang shoots back.

Eyeing the massive tree, you shake your head. "There's no way I'm getting up there. Come on, Sangie, it's too fucking hot out here! If you let me win, I'll buy you a drink?"

"Resorting to bribery? Really? Tsk tsk, Professor would be so disappointed in you," Yeosang clicks his tongue. "But I mean, I guess if you can't beat me on your own…"

You roll your eyes at the obvious bait. "Why don't you come down here and say that to my face?"

"I'd love nothing more than to say it to your face, aein. Come on up."

He's also taken to calling you "aein" lately. You much prefer it to Stopwatch. Maybe too much.

Yeosang is still swaying, looking annoyingly smug, so once again, you grab hold of time and roll it to your desire. This time, you speed things up, so he's no longer swinging calmly but twisting frantically - too fast for even Yeosang's amazingly strong tail to maintain its hold on the branch. In a split second, Yeosang drops to the ground, landing tailbone first.

"Ow! Shit!"

Letting time flow naturally again, you double over in laughter.

That's when the ice sculpture that is Wooyoung suddenly explodes in a bright burst of fire. He must've melted down a hole big enough for him to absorb some solar rays. Shards of ice fly everywhere, catching the sunlight, creating a beautiful rainbow in the middle of the jungle.

"Oooh! It's snowing!"

While you're mesmerized by the pretty colors, Yeosang makes his move. Does he teleport again? Or even throw a punch or kick or take you on with his own saber? No.

He sticks his foot out as you reach for a chunk of ice, and you trip. And go down. Hard.

You lie on your back, feeling humbled. The humiliation of being defeated in the most embarrassing way possible is only amplified when he straddles your waist, grinning widely, and leans forward to cradle your face with his hands. As you blink up at him, he presses a butterfly-light kiss to the tip of your nose.

"Tag. Told you you couldn't beat me, aein. Now let me buy you a drink."

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[dragonfire42]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

I have three finished, Good Omens fanfiction stories, teen+, about 19k words each, no major archive warnings apply.

The Feelings Catch Up

A Good Omens action-adventure / healing journey with just a hint of romance, taking place right after S1. Some fun BAMF moments for both Aziraphale and Crowley in this, going to extreme lengths to help each other heal:

Fowl Play

A Good Omens / Hitchhiker's Guide inspired sci-fi comedy adventure with optional angst, takes place post S2, using canon compliant alien ducks from S1 and an irresponsible amount of puns:

The NeverEnding Archive

Good Omens Immersive Fantasy Adventure Metafiction Crossover (the reader is Bastian), takes place mid-S2. TW: Swamps of Sadness but it's more the Swamps of It's Ok to Be Sad

And one WIP, mature:

Making the Effort

A fluffy healing romantic wing-fic where our favorite angel and demon go deep inside each other’s emotions and connect in ways they didn't know were possible (inspired by the movie Inception), takes place post S3:

Also I'm not great at tagging so if the self rec fic sharing thing sounds fun consider yourself tagged!

[wangxianficfinder]

Crossovers and Fandom Fusions Pt.2 (only includes SVSSS/TGCF/WOH/Guardian)

(check pt.1 for other crossovers)

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The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

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Hello, Neighbor!!! by Dragon_Scribe (M, 70k, bingqiu, LBH & WWX & SQQ, wangxian, SVSSS, canon divergence, demon WWX, found family, angst w/ happy ending, dimension travel, mystery, mind-control, love confessions)

🔒If Wishes Were Donkeys by NightOwl1 (M, 117k, WIP, WangXian, SVSSS, Time Travel Fix-It, Case Fic, Mpreg, Fluff and Humor, Dysfunctional Jiāng Family, Bad Parent YZY, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Period-Typical Homophobia, Crossdressing, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, It's All The System's Fault, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Warning: JGS, Good Uncle LQR, LWJ and WWX Are LSZ's Parents, Inappropriate Humor, Family Feels)

Chunshan by alittleliar (M, 62k, WIP, SQQ/YQY, SQQ/LBH, WangXian, SVSSS, Angst and Tragedy, Blood and Gore, Body Horror, Unreliable Narrator, Mental Instability, Grief/Mourning, Flashbacks, Canon Divergence, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Found Family Dynamics, Reincarnation, Immortality, trash grandma sj, Gods, terrible but trying parent figure sy) WWX is mentored in the Burial Mounds by dismembered fierce corpse SQQ

The Scum Villain's Demonic Blessing by Hamliet (M, 81k, WangXian, HuaLian, BingQiu, XuanXuan, XiCheng, ZhuiLing, FX/MQ, MBJ/SQH, NYY/MF, SVSSS/MDZS/TGCF, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mpreg, Romance, Reconciliation, Crack Treated Seriously, Potential Spoilers) a curse leaves all the canon shous, as well as a number of supporting characters, pregnant. Warning for realistic portrayal of morning sickness, bloating, and other pregnancy symptoms; several readers commented with their own gestational war stories.

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Tiān Guān Cì Fú/Heaven Official's Blessing

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🧡 The Red Ribbon by Xiao_Hua (M, 21k, WangXian, HuaLian, Canon Divergence, Ghost City, a bit of beefleaf, Immortality, Cultivation Partners, Juniors, XL and HC find a child who happens to be WWX, Fluffy wangxian, WWX is a Supreme Ghost King, First Time, TGCF)

Back From The Dead by Suibian_613 (T, 44k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, HuaLian, XuanXuan, XinQing, Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Supreme Ghost King WWX, TGCF)

echoes from across the void by Nilaic (G, 20k, wangxian, hualian, TGCF, adoption, YLLZ WWX, deaging, oblivious WWX, protective LWJ, BAMF WWX & LWJ, pining, dimension travel, WWX has PTSD, demonic cultivation, hurt/comfort, fluff & angst, families of choice, WIP)

let this soul be your whisper by merthurlin (T, 28k, hualian, wangxian, post TGCF canon, post first siege of burial mounds, canonical character death, canon divergence, found family)

Hua Xianle by Tiffany_Guinne (Not rated, 170k, hualian, wangxian, TGCF, canon divergence, not Jiang friendly, madam lan lives, WWX adopted by hualian, WWX with different name, overprotective hualian, hurt WWX, WIP)

Farmer's Almanac / 情雨濛濛 by Irrelevancy (T, 13k, YSH/WQ, WWX & WQ, hualian, wangxian, SL/XXC, TGCF, canon divergence, fix-it, humor, families of choice, sibling bonding, action/adventure, resurrection)

Atlas by etymologyplayground (M, 12k, wangxian, hualian, LWJ & HC, TGCF, getting together, friendship, grief/mourning, canon divergence, sexual content)

let these bones be the giver by merthurlin (G, 4k, JYL & XL, JYL & WWX, TGCF, bonding over food, jiang yanli's unexplored insecurity and anger issues)

For Whom the Bell Rings by DawnCloud (G, 24k, JYL & XL & HC, HuaLian, Yunmeng Siblings, Calamity JYL, Fix-it but not exactly, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, TGCF)

Where the Chaos Is by martyr_syndrome (E, 38k, hualian, wangxian, TGCF, post-canon, case fic, accidental voyeurism)

Demonic Cultivator's Blessing, or: Curse of the Bunny Gods by FayJay (E, wangxian, JC/NHS, TGCF, ascension, romantic comedy, matchmaking, genderflip, pregnancy)

Back From The Dead by Suibian_613 (T, 45k, wangxian, hualian, JYL/JZX, beefleaf, fengqing, TGCF, major character death, canon divergence, supreme ghost king WWX, canon-typical violence, BAMF WWX, WIP)

Song of Joy and Regrets by HelloKitten (Not Rated, 134k, wangxian, hualian, WIP, TGCF, Angst, Self-Harm, Child Abuse, characters watching their series, Time Travel Fix-it)

Get By with a Little Help (from My Friends) by SomeGoodSheith (T, 20k, hualian, wangxian, MXY/OMC, SL/XXC, TGCF, married hualian, married wangxian, hurt/comfort, reunions, multiple POV)

Black Flute Melody by English is my death (Lena013) (T, 4k, HuaHe, WWX & Everyone, Female HX, HX & HC Friendship, Short HX, WWX is a Calamity, WWX the Child of Two Calamities, hx and hc friends with privileges, BAMF WWX, Drama, Personality Breakdown, YLLZ WWX, Family Drama, Hurt WWX, Minor HuaLian, TGCF)

Intertwined by Tsukimiko_san (T, 4k, wangxian, hualian, major character death, canon divergence, no resurrection au, red string of fate, reincarnation au, sad w happy ending, ghost LWJ, TGCF)

Lan Jingyi and the Adventure of the Immortal Cultivator by litbynosun (T, 5k, JL & LJY & LSZ & OYZZ, crossover, TGCF, post-canon, canon-typical violence, minor injuries, ghosts, friendship)

The Remnants of our Struggle by Naamah_Beherit (G, 11k, hualian, WN & WWX, WN & WQ, WN & XL, crossover, TGCF, canonical character death, friendship, family, ghosts)

No paths are bound by CataclysmicEvent (E, 1.158k, hualian, fengqing, PM/SWD, beefleaf, LW/YSH, canon divergence, retelling, hurt/comfort, horror elements, internalized homophobia, major novel spoilers, graphic violence, torture, suicide attempt, implied/referenced suicide, slow burn, sexual content) Super long, super awesome, it follows the tgcf plot but spans the mdzs (and some svsss) lore and some of the plot too. The crossover bits are so worth it tbh

Narrative of Strength by MeltedIceAngel (T, 61k, WIP, WangXian, HuaLian, Canon Divergence, Adopt WWX, Found Family, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective XL, Protective HC, Adoption, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping, Serious Injuries, Angst with a Happy Ending, TGCF)

if we could change it all by silver__butterflies (T, 37k, HauLian, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Crossover, Wēn Remnants Live, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Attempt at Humor, JYL Lives, JZX Lives, POV Multiple, Post-Canon for TGCF, Spoilers for both fandoms, Fix-It, Happy Ending, BAMF XL, Fluff, Found Family)

Just pray to me. I’ll answer. by skeletonofaplant (G, 28k, WIP, HuaLian, WangXian, Canon Compliant, Crossover, Post-Canon, TGCF, gratuitous use of the word husband, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, 5+1 Things, (actually 4+1 but who’s counting?), Fluff, Humor, POV Alternating, Angst, But Only a Little Bit)

Not Only Gods Are Listening by dancing_pencil (Not Rated, 69k, HuaLian, WangXian, Post-Canon TGCF, MDZS Fix-it, Fix-It, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, YLLZ WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, Crossover)

To heal and nurture by Aki_no_hikari (G, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Memories, Married Couple, Domestic Fluff, Festivals, Healing, Trauma Recovery, Light Angst, but mostly this is wwx living all of his cottagecore fantasies because he deserves it, TGCF crossover) Wangxian, having retired to farm, take part in a nearby village harvest festival honoring Yushi Huang

Somewhere Sits an Empty Throne by Siamesa (E, 19k, WangXian, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, tgcf fusion, Gods & Goddesses, Ghosts, Romance, vengeance, Dark LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Crimson Spiderlilies and Silver Wraith Butterflies series by tinyfoxpeach (G/M, 1k, HC/WWX, TGCF crossover, Fluff, Morning Routines, Morning Cuddles calamity WWX, ghost WWX, POV Outsider Soft WWX, Soft HC, HC in Love, Established Relationship, canon divergence, angst, implied/referenced suicide & abuse, flashbacks, dark, YLLZ WWX)

Grim Grinning Ghosts by Theladyofravenclaw (G, 3k, Junior Centric, Ghost City, the juniors shenanigans, Gambling, slight mention of gore once they enter the city, but nothing very graphic)

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Word Of Honor/Faraway Wanderers

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What's in a name? by Anonymous (M, 3k, Canon Divergence, Not JC Friendly, WOH)

CH.1 of Tumbling Random Fandoms and Stuff by esama (M, 45k, WIP, WenZhou, Drabble/oneshot collection, WOH)

The Young Masters of Four Seasons Manor by gaotamao (G, 91k, WangXian, WenZhou, YeRong, Time Regression fix-it, WKX raises monstrous sons, Not Jiang Sect Friendly, No Golden Core Transfer, WOH)

🧡 A Song of Healing and Reunions by SilasSolarius (Not Rated, 6k, WangXian, WenZhou, XiangNing, WOH, YBY is LJY, Hurt WWX, Grief/Mourning, Presumed Dead Character Death, I'm So Sorry A-yuan, Healing, Nails of Seven Torments, Implied/Referenced Torture) (unfortunately this fic has been deleted, but you can find it on wayback here)

To Stop A Prince by fallen_ghost_star, GKoi (fallen_ghost_star) (E, 20k, WIP, WenZhou, WangXian, WOH, Canon Divergence, POV Multiple, Smut is gonna happen, trying for low angst)

Bad Liars series by (E, 28k, wenzhou, wangxian, WOH, post-canon, dark past, memories, developing friendships, trust issues, flirting, exhibitionism, jealousy, orgy, smut)

Our Scars Unveiled by cj_is_alright (M, 16k, WenZhou, WangXian, WOH, POV WKX, POV ZZS, WangXian and WenZhou becoming friends, Canon-Typical Use of Husband and Wife, Post-Canon Faraway Wanderers, Post-Canon, MDZS, Non-canon, Crossover, They are all overprotective of their respective husband, Fierce Corpses, Walking Corpses, Fierce Corpses show up in the Faraway Wanderers Universe, Drunk LWJ, Hurt WKX, Protective ZZS, Healed ZZS, WKX fights with a fan, they all have trauma, Implied/Referenced Sex, But only between the actual couples, the couples are just friends)

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Guardian

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The Human Realm Is Not Worth It by Ju_StADreamer (T, 150k, WIP, WangXian, WeiLan, BSSR/LY, Guardian, Time Travel Fix-It, Child!WWX, child!LWJ, Major character death in the first chapter, Friends to Lovers, Canon Divergence, Wise Child WWX, Shen Wei and Kunlan adopt WWX, No Yin Iron (it seemed important), Character Study, Angst Happy Ending, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Not Jiang friendly – but no bashing, I might as well say it: slight crossover with TMOPB, specific TW's in the chapters, Madam Lan's arc fix-it)

The Source of All Resentment by Aquamarinade (T, 41k, WIP, WeiLan, WangXian, Guardian, Crossover, AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining) Wei Wuxian approaches the mysterious subterranean Dixing Shen Sect seeking asylum for the Wen Remnants

i've finally found you again by HanguangMoon (G, 809, WangXian, Guardian AU, fusion au, LWJ and WWX are SW & ZYL) the MDZS characters are the Guardian characters reincarnated

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[prettyiwa]

Alright, I was tagged by both @blondeboyfriend & @mydiluc to talk about five of my favorite fics. It's definitely a good practice in self-love and appreciation!

In no particular order:

» 1. You Bury Me — Iwaizumi/Reader, 5k, pure ANGST.

This one has a very special place in my heart because of how succinctly I captured their relationship and the fear and devastation of their situation. I've spent some time trying to get a handle on angst as I have it here. That it brings out strong emotions in people is all I want as a writer.

» 2. Sweet Possession — Erwin/Reader, ~1k, Dubcon, Demons, Sex Under the Influence.

It's one of the few SNK pieces that doesn't have me gnawing on my fist anymore. I had quite a bit of fun while writing it and it was a story I wanted to do more with but I'm happy with how it came out in so few words.

» 3. In This Together — Matsukawa/Reader, ~4k, Yandere, Consensual Smut.

I received one of my favorite comments on this fic and it's never left me. It's another fun concept for me to explore because it's not a dynamic I usually write about. I would like to return to it once I find motivation and inspiration (once writer's block and burnout stop kicking my ass).

» 4. Still Stuck On You — Iwaizumi/Reader, ~3.5k, Mutual Pining, Reunion, Falling in Love Again.

Again, this one received another really impactful comment that made me appreciate it in a different light. It's actually the resolution of the main conflict of a long fic I had once plotted, the first I was going to write for Haikyuu!! The fic itself was scraped, but the relationship I had plotted has stuck with me. I think part of what makes this special for me is that I know the depth of the conflict that drove them apart, but I'm happy with what I finished.

» 5. Promises We Exchanged — Miyuki/Reader, ~12k+, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort.

The first series to make the list, and an incomplete one at that! There is a lot of work that's been going into this one and a lot of emotional weight, too. There's a lot about this fic that I won't get into, but I'm really proud of what I have so far. I'm looking forward to finishing the story and seeing the final product.

For this, I'm going to tag (no pressure) @tyga-lily, @princesskazuya, @no1frogfan, @humanitys-strongest-bamf, @fionarara, @poursomesunaonme, and everyone else who would like to participate!

[mrs-hatake]

Mrs-Hatake

About Me

An author who writes fanfiction as a coping mechanism or was too indulgent in her maladaptive daydreaming, therefore, a lot of the fanfiction written are heavily self inserted. A muslim and an Arab so, by default, Y/N or the reader will be one as well. Adding to that, Y/N or the reader will have visual descriptions similar to mine unless a request is sent in then Y/N or the reader will appear like the requestor. A proshipper with some exceptions. Is in a lot of fandoms but is currently only interested in a select few. 

Rules

No alcoholic consumption. So, please don’t send in requests or the characters or Y/N is drunk or drinking. It will be automatically rejected.

Vague mentions of NSFW requests are fine. 

Please send in your basic features so that Y/N resembles you. If not, Y/N will resemble the author or will have no distinctive features. 

AFAB only. 

No Teacher x Student requests. 

Age gaps are fine but the minimum age will be twenty years old (mainly for historical settings).

Self-harm related topics are not accepted.

Yandere requests are accepted. 

Dark themes are welcomed. 

You are only allowed one request.

Please make sure to include some details when requesting. Simply sending in “Character X with pregnant!Y/N” or “Character Y with BAMF!Y/N” will be rejected. 

Fandoms

Jujutsu Kaisen

Naruto (no sasuke)

Demon Slayer (no zenitsu)

Honorable mentions:

Askeladd

Snake (Vinland Saga)

 Chrollo

 Greedling

 Sir Crocodile

Smoker

Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

[rosewood-multifandom-writer]

Last mini ramble before I head to bed: BAMF Readers and Confident Readers are under appreciated when it comes to reader inserts, so each time I write a reader insert, I’m practically just writing what I wish I could see more of. So if you wonder why I always have Y/N or Avatar in Street Fighter be a fighter when I pair them up with say Ed, that is why.

Same with when I pair up a Y/N that is either an infected person immune to brain fog, a soldier or agent or whatever for Resident Evil, making Y/N a cop or an Android for Detroit Become Human, making Y/N a demon hunter in Devil May Cry, all that.

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Goodbye to a world (Supernatural Male reader insert)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/c9A8ZQC by llacutegayll Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Sometimes I'll upload twice. SOMETIMES This will involve drama, action, fighting, blood, some (SOME) sex scenes, and torture. I'll let you read the book without giving any details. WARNING: I HAVEN'T WATCHED SUPERNATURAL IN A YEAR, AND AM GOING BASED ON SUMMARIES. IF I SKIP EPISODES, THAT IS THE REASON WHY. Words: 2154, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, Multi Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural), Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Rufus Turner, Dorothy Baum, Charlie Bradbury, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Crowley (Supernatural), Demons (Supernatural), Angels (Supernatural), Fallen Angels (Supernatural), Original Demon Character(s), Original Angel Character(s), Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Jack Kline, Jody Mills, Jimmy Novak (Supernatural), Djinn (Supernatural), Rowena MacLeod, The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, Ellen Harvelle, Eileen Leahy, Gabriel (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Ruby (Supernatural), Claire Novak, Lilith (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Lucifer, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural)/Reader, (if you squint) - Relationship, Dorothy Baum/Charlie Bradbury, Charlie Bradbury & Reader, Jo Harvelle/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: please come in, pardon the mess, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Sam Winchester needs a hug/break, Dean needs some self-care, castiel is bad at feelings, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Crowley needs more love and screen time, Jo Harvelle Lives, Past Jo Harvelle/Dean Winchester, Past Abuse, We get into some real shit, get ready, it's not all happy fluff, Fluff, Angst, reader has medical problems, Reader is a BAMF, please be patient with me, I have no idea where I'm going with this, male reader - Freeform, reader has autism, PLEASE READ TAGS, THERE WILL BE MENTIONS OF PAST ABUSE, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE FLASHBACKS read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/c9A8ZQC

[dancingdin]

Demon’s Love PT2 (finally)

A/N: Heyyy guys, its been like three years but here ya go! Legit poured everything into this because it’s been forever since I’ve written anything. Enjoy! Pt3 is in the making, I promise it will come out before 2022 lol (hopefully this month)

READ PART ONE HERE

Pairing: BAMF!Demon!ReaderxDean

Summary: After a nearly lethal fight (more like trap) with the demon Koh, Dean and Reader are injured and stuck together in a motel room. Will Reader survive or is there something else brewing between the reader and Dean?

Word Count: 2,573

Warnings: Cursing, blood, mention of torture, smut but not smut?? Implies sex I guess, FLUFF

SQUAD: @manawhaat @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @kayteonline @oriona75 @aprofoundbondwithdean @mrswhozeewhatsis @deangirl030

TAGS:  @jencharlan @mogaruke 

You awoke to an icey cold frost radiating from your wrists. Gradually your vision cleared to reveal the scraggly motel room you were in. You tried to get up from your awkward position on the bed but the pain in your stomach reeled you back to the memory of last night. Oh how you wished it was a dream, a nightmare, a random thought. But the dried blood that covered you proved otherwise. You tried reaching to grip at the pain but the cuffs that imprisoned you stopped you. Handcuffs, that explains the cold.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you, sweetheart.” Dean said while coming from the other room.

“What are the cuffs for? I saved your life!”

“Saved my life? I’m sorry, who called your demon-buddy away from ripping you to shreds?” He said, walking cockily over to where you were on the bed. You scoffed at him and rolled your eyes.

“Could you at least let me have one arm free?” You looked at him, with your normal human eyes, pleading for a yes. Dean stopped and contemplated every situation that could occur if he let just one of your arms free. “What are you staring at, bowlegs?” you asked after he didn’t answer. He was taken aback by your sass.

“One fucked up demon, that's what.” He shook his head and walked over to a duffel bag that was on the table. You chuckled at his weak comeback. Dean rummaged through the bag. Not wanting the awkward silence to prolong you figured a little more ‘heat’ wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“Listen, if you hadn’t been such an oblivious fool none of this would have happened.”

“Oblivious fool? Me? No, no, no. You’re the fool in this situation, sweetheart.”

“I’m the fool? You’re the one who couldn’t see that I was leading you to Koh! Where did you think I was taking you?”

“Oh I don’t know, you’ve only taken me all over the map for starters!”

“Dont act like you didn’t enjoy it. You rocked out to your Led Zeppelin the whole time! No one can be angry during a Zep binge.” His brows peaked at the mention of Zeppelin. “Stop being a whiny baby….jerk.” you added, smirking at the end. Shocked, Dean stopped looking through his things.

“Hey, only Sammy can call me jerk...bitch” he mumbled. Your smirk got wider, nearly resembling a smile.

“What? What did you say? I didn’t quite hear you” you taunted playfully. Dean paused and turned his back towards you. You barely caught notice of the tips of his ears turning pink. “Are...are you...blushing?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he quickly replied, looking back at you after collecting himself. He eventually figured you weren’t too much of a threat, but he still kept up his guard. After all, you were still a demon, severely injured or not. “Fine, have it your way. As long as you stop...doing whatever you're doing.” He stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out the small key. Dean brought up his hand and showed it to you.

“Ooo! Kinky.” You purred sarcastically, wanting to get a reaction again. “Where did you get these cuffs from, huh? A strip club?” Unaffected, he leaned carefully over your still bloody and injured body. He never looked at the cuff that he was unlocking, he only stared into your eyes. As his piercing green ones searched yours, it felt as if he was trying to find some sort of truth by peering into you. Suddenly, you noticed that Dean’s face was mere inches away from yours. His breath blowing against your skin made your heart stop. This man you had been leading all around the country, was it just for sport? What Koh said back there, was he right? You had watched him from the shadows as he hunted, you and other beings. Made sure he was safe when he stayed at a seedy motel.  You had snuck into his room multiple times to simply leave a file out for him or a website on his computer, but ended up staying for hours watching him as he slept. Was Koh right? Had you fallen for the man you were eventually going to kill? The loud click of the handcuffs broke the silence of the room, interrupting your inner monologue.

“You wish I got these from a strip club,” Dean retorted back as he released your left hand from the headboard. He stood up and took a few steps back. He cautiously watched to see what you would do after gaining partial mobility; waiting to see if you would strike. Proving him wrong, you sat up and reached your now free arm over to grab your stomach in agony. Dean’s eyes strayed downward in sympathy as you re-adjusted yourself atop the mattress. When finished, your eyes rested toward him and found yourself missing him staring at you with his penetrating eyes. As if on cue Dean moved towards you.

"What are you going to do with those?" you timidly stated when you noticed in his hands were a water bottle and towels.

"It’s nothing, here, take your shirt off, your wound will get infected if you keep it like that."

"I swear to Lucifer, Dean, if that's a bottle of holy water, I will send an entire legion after you." He stopped, and he gave you his best bitch face and rolled his eyes.

"Relax, it’s just normal, unholy water."

You observed him, still unsure of his motives. It wasn't like you were one to be shy of taking your shirt off; but with the recent developments of realizing your feelings towards the hunter and the knowledge that he knew, you felt slightly more hesitant than you would have been. As you painfully lifted your tattered shirt over your head and gently ripped it off your still cuffed arm, you felt Dean’s warm hands ghost over your waist. He knelt in front of your injured form still sitting on the bed, his hands resting ever so gently on your bloodied skin. You threw your shirt in the direction of the trash; missing, because of the distraction that came from the warmth of his touch that radiated throughout your body. It soothed your open wounds and relaxed your spinning mind.

“Damn, (Y/N), these are really deep gashes, that demon really did a number on you.” He poured some water onto the small towel he had and began to wipe the blood and dirt out of your wounds. You gasped at the cold touch of the damp fabric and winced as Dean gently cleaned the gashes that covered your stomach. He took the towel and after pouring a little more water onto it, softly wiped it over the slice that was highest on your abdomen. Flinching at the sudden pain, you let out a faint cry. Your knuckles were white as you tightly gripped the comforter you sat on. Your breathing became labored as you held back the tears that wanted so desperately to gush out. Dean noticed this and momentarily stopped cleaning your wounds. Hesitantly he placed a hand at the side of your neck and the other still holding your waist. Bringing your head towards his, Dean touched his forehead to yours. “You’re fine, I’m almost done. I’m right here. C’mon sweetheart, I saw you out there in that warehouse, you’re stronger than this.” His whispers were soft, laced with comfort, “Shhh...I’m right here, you’re alright.” Dean’s forehead left yours and his gentle, apple green eyes stared into your very soul. "I'm here…" your eyes fluttered shut at his touch. He brought your face closer to his, "I'm right…" his lips ghosting over yours as he spoke, "here…" he whispered. Your hands had moved from clutching the comforter, to gently grasping Dean's blood stained and ripped t-shirt. You opened your eyes for a brief moment and looked into his. With Dean’s lips still millimeters apart, you felt every wave of his hot and steamy breath that escaped.

"Enough with your damn teasing and kiss me already, you fool--" you lowly moaned. Without hesitation Dean moved his rough warm hands to cup your face. He brought his soft lips to meet yours, pressing them just hard enough that you could feel how long this kiss had been building within him. Dean’s tongue started to trace the seam of your lips for entrance. What started out as a sweet and innocent endearment, quickly transformed into hungry and passionate kisses as you granted access. Both of your tongues rapidly met and then explored each others mouths, swirling with lustful bliss. After a few long minutes, You both pulled back and opened yours eyes. Had neither of you the need for more air, the two of you would never have stopped. “Well, then…” you muttered with a coy smile, “that was…something.”

“Thanks, I try my best” Dean breathed. You could feel your cheeks were flustered and so you looked away from the hunter who knelt before you, still in shock as to what just happened. Whether it was the act itself or the fact that the feelings were mutual, you didn’t know. But you wanted more. Dean stood up for a moment, and brought the small key out from his pocket again. “I think you’ll be a bit more comfortable if you laid down while I cleaned you up.” Again he leaned over your slightly less bloodied body, but this time he made no eye contact. He was still flustered himself that that kiss happened, and that it happened with so much passion. You couldn’t tell exactly what he was contemplating but he was contemplating hard. He unlocked your other arm and threw the handcuffs onto the floor. “Lay back” he whispered, and so you did. His composure was different, he was stiff for a second when he joined you on the bed, as if he was unsure this was the right thing to do. You reached for his hand and held it ever so gently, and in that moment, Dean let himself go.

He got close to you, his face mere inches from your waist, and he began to clean your wounds once more. And after every painful wipe of the cleansing towel Dean kissed your soft sensitive skin with such warmth that it almost didn’t feel painful for you anymore. As your wounds were cleaned your power to heal yourself was reawoken, and after every soft and subtle kiss Dean gave to your wounds, they healed. He started low upon your waist, just a-top your pelvis, wiping clean and kissing your gashes, and slowly he brought his healing kisses higher and higher on your abdomen. Your mind was going everywhere with the quick rushes of pain followed by soothing and warming touches of Dean’s soft lips. He made his way to your neck, wiping off the blood that had dripped down from your head. His lips ghosted over your neck, his hot breath had you melting, and his kisses on your neck had you holding in moans. His tongue drew circles and shapes into your skin that drove you wild.

You giggled in your pleasure and Dean paused, “What are you laughing about?” he asked.

“I’ll take it you aren’t going to kill me?” you laughed.

“Well, it’s kinda hard to kill something as hot as you.”

“Heh, you think I’m hot.” Dean smirked as he re-adjusted himself to lay beside you, his hands never once stopping they’re light caresses across your healing skin.

“Hell yeah,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Even with the eyes?” you asked as you flashed your garnet eyes for a second.

“I’m open minded” his words were reassuring to you. In his mind, somewhere, somehow, you were still human to him, and that’s good enough to make this okay. You noticed his leg was still badly burned from his torture the night before. You reached down to your pocket and pulled out a small vial.

“Here, drink this, it will heal you. I stole it off an angel during the apocalypse.” Dean took the vial, a blue iridescent liquid was held inside. Liquid Grace. He didn’t exactly know how that was even possible, or how you obtained it. But at this point he didn’t care. Sure his leg could heal on its own in time,  but he had other motives for healing here and now. He took the liquid grace like any other shot of whiskey. And a light emitted from his wounds and in a matter of seconds he was back to normal.

“Woah, good stuff. Why didn’t you use this on yourself, (Y/N)? Why give it to me?”

“I don’t exactly want to risk my life, my demon-y life to some angel juice. But just like you, I too have ulterior motives as to healing you as quickly as possible.” You replied while looking the newly restored Dean Winchester over, your tongue tracing over your lips as you realized what was now yours. Dean saw this and and looked you in the eyes, his pupils had grown large with the anticipation of what was to come. 

He pushed you back to lay down on the mattress, and again kissed you with all the heat in his swelled heart. The past few months you had snuck into his hotel room to leave a clue for him to follow, you found yourself crawling into bed with this man who never knew who you were, and left before he would ever find out. But to your biggest hope and dream, he did notice. The scent you left on his pillows and shirts had his mind racing to find the woman who haunted his sleep. And now at last you were his, and he was yours. United, finally, lips locked together in heated passion and bliss you kissed each other in such a way that this may be the last time it could ever happen. And so, in that moment, you too let yourself go. Fully succumbed to the pleasure and wanting that overflowed inside you. You let him take you in every way he knew best. Never once ceasing for the love was true and most wanting in those moments. Such beauty lay before him, naked on that bed of such a scraggly motel. Dean didn’t care where he was, he didn’t care that Koh was still out there. He didn’t even care for his brother who was off on his own case. All he cared about was you, and the moment that was present before him. And before he delve deeply into you, he stopped and stared. And muttered with utmost softness, “you’re so beautiful.” And before you could even reply he kissed you so deeply as he became one with you that in that moment you felt every sense of the word, every feeling, every emotion, every thought. You felt human. For this night you would not be a demon, you would be human and be taken by this man in such a way that only humans can do; taken by love and be plowed deeply by it until the morning sun would shine. Together as one, and in such pleasure that could be heard all through the night. Not a care in the world was given that night, except for each other.

[fanficteen]

The One He Couldn’t Kill (1)

deucalion x reader

“Go on, then.” 12 months he’d kept you. You didn’t know why. It’s not like there was a time limit on murdering your Betas. So it was his own sadism, then. 12 months of letting you believe he wanted you. Letting you learn and grow and master these new talents. Letting you fall for him. Then the others had come knocking. You stood there, chin held high, as they all watched. Deucalion couldn’t see, but you knew he was watching you anyway. He always was. “Kill me.” He didn’t move, hand still resting placidly on his cane, as silence fell in the room. “No.” Even the other Alphas were surprised. You could smell it on them, even if you hadn’t seen their widening eyes, their falling smirks. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. You just raised an eyebrow. Silence ticked by. “You said it yourself,” Kali insisted, lowly. “No Beta has a place in our pack. We must be strong.” “I will not kill her.” Still, no reason. You could feel the question in the air, but no one dared speak it. “Fine,” one of the other Alphas growled. “If you won’t kill her, I’ll do it for you.” She launched forward, faster than you would have even seen before, but now. Now you knew she was coming. You caught her wrist and tightened your hand around it, letting it crunch under the pressure. She screamed, throwing out her other hand, but yours was faster. She choked, a sick, gurgling sound, as your claws tore through her chest. The others stared. You pulled your hand out, flesh pulsing within it, and dropped her. She crumpled. Deucalion didn’t even flinch when she fell at his feet. Ennis growled, but Deucalion’s cane flicked out to stop him moving forward, as you opened your hand and dropped her pulsing heart onto her corpse. “That’s not possible,” one of the twins mumbled. “You killed her,” Kali realised, aloud, eyes flicking from the corpse to your bloodied face. “If I die by one of your hands,” Your eyes glinted black. “It will be by his and no one else’s.” “You are an Alpha now,” Deucalion pointed out, lightly. His offer remained unspoken. “I may be a killer, but I won’t murder in cold blood.” They didn’t stop you leaving.

“And even little (Y/N).” Scott exchanged a confused glance with his pack as Gerard spoke, but they all stared blankly back at him. A low growl behind him, and all eyes fell on Deucalion, who was still clenching his teeth as he pried a wolfsbane bullet from his arm with his long claws. “Ah, that’s right. The girl the Demon Wolf couldn’t kill.” Gerard chuckled. “Say hello.” “I’ll tear your fucking throat out and then Deucalion’s,” you snarled, teeth bared and eyes flashing black. “Face it. Wolfsbane hurts but even you don’t know how to kill me, old man.” He shoved an electric arrow into your ribs and you bit back a scream. He would not get what he wanted from you. With a huff, Gerard granted you the satisfaction of seeing frustration in his eyes when he picked his speech back up.

“Who the hell are you?” It was an Argent that held you at gunpoint, but he smelled distinctly of the pack. “I could ask you the same, Argent.” He raised an eyebrow. “I have the gun.” “Fair point.” You smiled, despite yourself. “(Y/N) (L/N). You must be the wayward son.” “Chris.” Three other men approached behind him. “What’s going on?” It was the tallest one speaking, but your eyes fell on the youngest. “You must be the Hellhound.” His eyes widened. “Who the hell are you?” You and Chris both snorted when the Sheriff spoke. “Leaving.” You gestured to them. “I was going to clear out the guns, track them back. But you seem to have it under control.” You looked back at the Hellhound, then grabbed his hand. They all tensed, but made no move. You plucked a pen from your hair and scribbled your number. “If you need underworld assistance.” “… I wish that still sounded as illegal as it should,” the Sheriff sighed.

“Not so fast, Tamora.” In all her looking behind, she had forgotten to look ahead until your hand had already closed around her throat. Her eyes widened, breath gasping, hands scratching uselessly at you. “Please. It’s over,” she tried, desperately. “Just let me leave.” You smirked, bitterness burning through you. “Let you leave? Like you let my pack leave?” You could see your memories mirrored in her eyes. The teen girl you’d saved, choking on a wolfsbane bullet. Two Betas who had chosen to join you, fading slowly before your eyes. Even your Emissary slaughtered. Your claws ripped through Tamora’s throat, and you dropped her, letting her head loll, until your foot came down and separated it entirely. You left her there, following the scent of the Alpha. You pushed the library door open, leaving bloody handprints in your wake, and unfamiliar faces stared out at you, one familiar in their midst. You met Deucalion’s healed eyes, and smiled. “Well, I’m not sure if I should feel sorry for whatever poor fool you tricked into helping you.” You wiped your stained hands on your pants. “…I take it you’re (Y/N),” the young Alpha concluded, eventually, holding out a hand. “And you’re the True Alpha,” you returned, looking him up and down. “Scott McCall.” Your eyes flicked through his pack, before returning to him as you took his hand. “I have no quarrel with you.” Your eyes settled on the redhead. “A banshee. How rare.” She couldn’t seem to decide whether to bristle or to smile. “There’s a Hellhound, too.” “The Demon Wolf speaks!” you exclaimed, dryly, but didn’t turn to Deucalion’s voice. “I met the Hellhound already. He has my number if you need anything.” “You could stay,” the Alpha offered. The others raised an eyebrow, except the banshee, who was looking curiously at you. “We could always use more allies.” Your gaze drifted to Deucalion, but he was as unreadable as always, though you didn’t even know what you were looking for. “I can’t.” “You’re mates,” the banshee realised, aloud. You felt yourself go rigid, but didn’t bother to stop it. “No. We could have been.”

“You could stay.” You could almost have laughed. And you tried to, but the tears in your eyes changed its meaning. “What, so this time you can look me in the eye and carve out my throat? Look me in the eye and break my heart?” You scoffed, turning away. “We already lost each other once, Deucalion. I won’t do it again.” “Neither will I.” Part of you wished he knew he was lying, like you did. Another wept for what could have been. Some final, traitorous part of your heart believed him. The young Alpha looked to his pack and led them out. “You can have a home here,” he offered, before he closed the door. “If you want it.” You couldn’t bring yourself to turn back to Deucalion. “I can never be the good man I was once.” You heard him moving closer, heard his heartbeat troubling his chest. “But I am better than when you knew me. I will be better. For Scott and his pack.” His hand came to your shoulder, and you didn’t resist as he spun you to face him. “For you, if you’ll let me.” “Why do you deserve that chance?” His pale eyes thrilled through you. “I don’t.” At least he was honest. “But I will work to earn it.” “You made me a killer.” His eyes wandered to the blood on your hands and he nodded, silently. What could he say to that? There was no denying it, as you both stood in the aftermath of what he did, and what you did with it. You shook your head and turned away. He didn’t follow you.

The pack jumped, guiltily, as you exited the library to find them all crowded around the door. You raised an eyebrow. “Looks like you could use someone to teach you some manners, pups.” Scott smiled, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re staying, then?” The banshee was a bright one. You hummed, thoughtfully, looking over them all. “Yes.” A true smile broke out on Scott’s face. “But not for him.” It was the banshee who smiled this time, stepping up to offer you her hand. “I’m Lydia,” she introduced, easily. “You can stay with me for now.” Deucalion followed you out, but didn’t say anything. “You’re opening your home to a stranger?” You glanced at your hands. “And a killer?” “That bitch just tried to kill me and all my friends.” Her lip gloss smile sharpened, something cold and harsh in her eyes. “If you hadn’t killed her, I would have done it myself.” The pack’s jaws dropped, but the werecoyote just grinned at her friend. You smiled. “I like you.” “You need a shower and a new outfit,” she responded, brightly, then glanced down at herself and around her companions. “We all do.” Scott nodded. “Head home, everyone,” he agreed, taking the werecoyote’s hand. “We’ll talk about everything after we’ve had some rest.” “And food,” the human added, as you all headed for the exits. “God, a pizza sounds great right now.” “Only you could be thinking of food right now.” “Shut up, Sourwolf.”

a/n: an old draft, hopefully to inspire me into writing again

[screechingkroh]

I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR SPAMMING YOU BUT SEER HAVING A SIMILAR FIGHTING STYLE LIKE VERTA? YES PLEASE 😭 reader knowing to kick ass while riding a friggin motorcycle– BAMF energy right there.

ALSO IF THEY LEARNED HOW TO USE A ROPE DART??? SHEEESSSHHH Mac and Wukong would be dOWN BAD. Them watching y/n fight off a demon they'd both be like "lmao I wish that was me" NSKSJSKAJA

I mean-- okay. Think about it.

Seer has hover boots. It gives them added speed and agility that could match or be around Verta's! Plus, the boots do add a jump boost when used. They have a ranged weapon that could be used while they're fighting and, when Episode 9 happens, they'll have a melee weapon.

They're already getting good at fighting thanks to training Wukong and MK. It's not every week like other two but they do train every now and again for the sake of keeping their defense sharp and not getting rusty.

Add in the motorcycle. Seer knows how to ride that shit. Seer is perfectly capable of learning how to add it into their fighting style. In chapter 11 and chapter 12, you are racing against Mei to help her train for the Great Wall Race. You guys know in New Gods: Nezha Reborn? The entire race track thing there?

That's kind of the vibe of where you two are practicing to help Mei.

Seer has every fucking right to be able to fight like Verta. Or at least, have something akin to that style.

I want you guys to realize something here, okay? Seer? Their survival instincts are always on. It's never shown minus for when they're fighting. It's why they "don't fight fair" because they're fighting to survive. When they snapped into action against Spider Queen? It's not because they decided to go "Oh, I'm all ballsy now" it's because protecting themselves and their friends is the highest on their priority list.

Note! Seer had a pretty average life before they were transported to LMK. They went to college, had a good (maybe shaky) relationship with their family, and a nice circle of friends. They had a stable job and were able to support themselves. Seer's life was good. But. Heavy fucking but. It's kind of shown that they had the uh... The "Be the sheep dog, not the wolf" mentality hammered into them.

So they have the mentality to snap into fighting action. For them to learn to have a similar style like Verta's and to have the whip knife? It's very on brand and it's very likely to happen. Seer isn't an "Oh, I know what happens and I should be protected with it" kind of person. Seer is an "Imma beat your fucking ass if you come near me with that knife and I'm gonna make it hurt. Have a good day" kind of person. They're nice! But that is only given to the people they know deserve it.

Anyways, yeah. Wukong and Macaque? Hella simping for Seer. I mean-- I would too. Move over, monkeys, I want Seer's hand in marriage.