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misswittylistyc · 27 days ago

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🩸The Blood Trinity🩸

Zelda Spellman x Lilith x masc! vampire! Original Character

wordcount: ~3.9k (part 1/5)

Fic tags: the vampire AU you never knew you needed, implied Madam Spellman, fast burn, f/f/f, shameless smut but eventual fluff, Academy of Unseen Arts freeform, sub/dom undertones, original hot and tall masc vampire character

Fic summary: When Alexis was running away from hunters she didn’t mean to stumble upon a coven, however it turned out to be the best decision in centuries.

Chapter specific warnings: murder attempt, mentions of rifles, injury and blood description, swearing

a/n: This takes place in an AU where Lucifer never was in charge also the shitshow with the Pagans and the Eldritch Terrors never happened. ✨ I will do warnings at the beginning of each chapter. Please excuse any mistakes I might have made.

read it on Ao3.

P.S. Massive thanks to my bestie for this pic above.

Enjoy!! :)

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Chapter 1.

Wicked Games

Shrieking whistles and shouts cut through the otherwise dead quiet forest right before the sun hid behind the horizon. Only the rustling of the leaves on ground and the crunching sounds of the branches accomodated the human noises that were abruptly following the weakening vampire. Alexis was running at full speed, well as much as she managed despite the soreness in her legs. The vampire hunters had almost managed to capture her half an hour ago when she made a stop at a gas station in Greendale to pump some gas into her car.

The entire incident was happening incredibly quickly, she could hardly remember it. Three men in gray and black military uniforms with guns, hopped out of a black van and cornered her when she came out of the shop after she paid for the gas. Alexis would forever cherish her heightened instincts since it never ever failed her so there was nothing that could make her stand there and wait for her destiny. Sensing their intentions the vampire decided that she had no chance to fight them alone. The best thing she could do at that moment was run, so she ran away as fast as she could.

She turned her head from side to side, attempting to look behind herself to check if the men were still following her. She winced when a gunshot rippled through the forest as the bullet hit one of the trees just feets away from her. Alexis gathered her remaining strength and increased her speed. The vampire was exhausted, she was cursing the men that were following her and cursed the day she would have to fulfill her duties as the new clan head. She knew that her brother possibly sent these hunters after her, because he wanted the position to himself. Cyrus was a monster, but he was a fool for thinking he could succeed in murdering his sister without consequences. The sound of the rifle rang through her ears again as it pulled her back from her raging thoughts. Alexis felt a sharp sting in her left arm, followed by a burning sensation.

“Fuck.” She sighed heavily, reaching for her upper arm, still running. Luckily the silver bullet only grazed her skin but it left an immediate stain on her white fitted shirt. Her short raven black hair was a mess by then, the once slicked back undercut was sticking to her pale forehead by her sweat. Alexis wanted this nightmare to end and she desperately needed a solution. She glanced back again and she noticed that the hunters were way further behind her than before, it made her almost stop and turn around and deal with them in her own way, but as injured as she was, Alexis didn’t want to risk it.

In the far distance she spotted a massive gray building with multiple narrow windows. Its grand staircase stretched all the way up to a shabby brown front entrance. The surroundings were visibly abandoned even the building and the forest seemed to stretch further beyond, it seemed never ending. As the vampire ran closer she noticed a pair of train tracks in front of her, which could only mean one thing.

“Gehenna Station.” She read out loud in a surprised manner when observed the engraved words on the stonewall above the entrance. By the time she had reached the bottom of the stairs, there was no sight of the hunters, she couldn't even hear them if she concentrated with her heightened hearing. It was only a matter of time they would find her again, Alexis had no doubt. The hunters were very close.

She needed a shelter at least for a couple of days to lay low and she needed to clean and heal her wound, since a scrape of a silver object needed more time to deal with. Alexis wasn’t in her best shape, she needed rest and fresh blood to keep going, she contemplated her plan as she was walking up the stairs and without thinking the vampire grabbed the door handle to push it open. Locked.

“What the—” She grunted and tried again, unsuccessfully.

She slammed her right fist against the door twice but as soon as she was about to strike the third, she heard the click of the lock and the door cracked open.

Alexis was greeted by a short blonde haired girl with a strange bewildered expression, half of her body was hidden behind the door as she was peeking out.

“Hello to you too.” She scoffed. “Well, it’s not very nice to try and break into—” The girl spoke in a slightly reprimanding way but her words immediately died out when she glanced at Alexis’ blood stained spot on her left arm.

The vampire involuntarily sniffed the air that filtered out from the slightly ajar door, making her insides twist, both in surprise and curiosity. There was something magical in the scents that were mixing from earthy roots and fresh herbs to burnt candles and incense. The combination was creating an enchanting and mysterious aroma, making the building and the insides both alluring and slightly otherworldly. Alexis scoffed internally when she realized that out of all places she had stumbled upon a coven.

“Hi, I’m—”

“Sabrina, what the heaven is going on there?”

A middle-aged woman appeared from behind the girl in the distance, speed walking to the door when she saw Alexis. Her long red hair was bouncing on her shoulders by the speed she was pacing with, making her stilettos echo through the hall. In other scenarios the vampire would take her time and let her gaze linger on the enigma that was coming her way, but she didn’t want to risk being caught since the woman seemed even more furious than the girl in front of her, well Sabrina eventually.

“She’s injured.” Sabrina declared, pointing towards Alexis but looking at the older woman, who reached the front door by then. She seemed still enraged, however Alexis couldn't help but hear her heart rate quicken in fear when they looked eyes. The redhead held her gaze for a moment, probably contemplating her next move, and the vampire had almost let a smirk play across her features when she practically heard the older woman’s heart skip a beat at the realization.

“She cannot stay.” The redhead blurted out unphased, much to the vampire’s surprise.

“But why Auntie, look she’s injured.” Sabrina was baffled.

“Just—for a while until I can clean my wound and—” Alexis broke the silent staring battle between the two women in front of her, in hopes of making any progress about the shelter situation, because the clock was ticking since she didn’t know when the hunters would show up again. She needed a shelter and she needed it now.

“I’m certain that your kind has the ability to heal any wounds in a short period of time. It might as well have healed actually.” The redhead stated mockingly and this attitude was getting on Alexis’ nerves if she was honest. “How did you even get that wound if I may ask?”

“Her kind?” Sabrina turned towards her aunt, completely ignoring her question seemingly demanding an answer. “What do you mean—”

“Well considering that I got shot with a silver bullet, it does take more time to heal myself.” The vampire was staring intently into the green orbs the older woman possessed, because Alexis was already fed up with the situation. The redhead was staring right back, seemingly not a bit intimidated by Alexis towering over the both of them, although the question was forming behind her features. From the corner of her eyes she could see the blonde girl’s mouth drop at the realization, but Alexis couldn’t bring herself to care at that moment, she was way too busy trying to convince the other woman.

“Are you a vampire?” Sabrina shook her head in disbelief.

“Well spotted.” Alexis couldn’t help but let out a playful scoff at the girl’s blunt curiosity. It wasn’t rare to find vampire clans in the country but there was certainly none around these areas, in fact Alexis was just traveling through this town as well when the incident happened. “Look.” She pinched at the bridge of her nose then continued. “I need to clean and heal my wound but I will leave afterwards. I can pay you even, I have money—”

“Why did you get shot?” Here came the question from the older woman, Alexis wanted to avoid.

“I was followed by vampire hunters.” She sighed. “Can we please continue this ins—” The vampire attempted to urge the decision when she suddenly heard the rustle of the leaves in the distance. Both of the women seemed surprised by her admission, and there was a hint of pity in their eyes as well.

“Aunt Zee, please let her in.” The girl pleaded, opening the door wider while looking at her aunt. “Please.”

“Fine.” She scoffed after a moment and stepped aside letting Alexis to enter. Sabrina then closed the door behind them, making the vampire let out a deep breath. She stood directly in front of the older woman a head and a half taller, examining her frame. How could a cheetah printed blouse neatly tucked in a pencil skirt make someone look so regal, she couldn't fathom yet she admired the composition nevertheless. The smell of jasmine mixing with smoke and a hint of whisky was radiating off of the woman who was still standing in front of her with a questioning look.

“Right.” The vampire cleared her throat looking in the green orbs again. “I think I owe you an introduction.” She reached out her hand. “Alexis Duvall, future clan head of the Duvall clan of River Falls.”

It was her time to give off a questioning look, glancing down to her hand when she noticed the dried blood staining her fingers and palm, the vampire quickly withdrew getting the hint and the grimace the older woman sent her in acknowledgment.

“Zelda Spellman, High Priestess and Directrix of the Academy of Unseen Arts.” She gestured with her hand around signaling to her domain.

It was only then she was able to fully look around and examine her surroundings, so after all the abandoned building was a school for witches and warlocks it seemed.

Alexis spotted a statue in the foyer behind Zelda, which depicted a woman with demon-like wings and horns, holding a skull in both of her hands with a serpent around her frame. There were hundreds of candles and some offerings in front of it. The entire vibe of the place was sort of gothic with the black and red paints and tiles yet it had a magical asset that made the place feel cozy. At least for Alexis, her own wing of her family’s mansion back home was something similar.

“This place is exquisite.” The vampire had to word her immediate liking of the place, looking around in awe.

“Don’t get way too accomodated.” The redhead remarked within a heartbeat with a stern expression, almost earning an eye roll from the vampire. Alexis knew better at that point, the sound of her increasing blood pressure and the occasional rapid heartbeats made Zelda an open book for the vampire. Alexis had the feeling that even though the older woman seemed composed and fully in control, she certainly was intrigued by her kind.

“Auntie!” The blonde girl tsked in an instant, giving her aunt an instant stare.

“It’s quite alright, Sabrina.” The redhead’s statement made Alexis grin, making her fangs visible in the process. She couldn’t take her slight insults seriously, the parallel Zelda possessed in herself was comical. “I'm used to my kind not being welcomed in such places.” She leaned slightly downward towards the older woman, hearing an immediate heart rate increase in return, but Zelda’s expression remained still without a flinch. “I won’t stay long, Ms Spellman.”

“Excellent.” She exhaled. “We will arrange a room for you on the first floor where you can freshen up and do what you have to with your wound.”

“Great.” Alexis straightened her back and looked down at her sweaty and mudstained figure. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

Zelda only stared at her in return and after a brief moment she abruptly turned on her heels, starting to walk away.

“Follow me.”

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The hot water pouring from the rain head was a subtle way to ease her tensed muscles. Alexis made an effort to clean out her wound under the running water, as well as washing her sweat stained short hair. Fortunately, the bullet only grazed her skin, so it meant it would heal within a couple of days. She had nothing else to do with it. Well there was one thing actually— if she wanted to fasten the healing process, but she dismissed the thought immediately. Consuming blood within these walls would be unethical if she couldn't find anyone for a consensual feeding. Considering the circumstances, Alexis decided against it, since she wasn’t a monster after all, however she already felt the side effects of the lack of blood consumption.

After she was given a room she was left alone to freshen up and Zelda promised to acquaint someone to give her a brief tour of the Academy afterwards, because she told her she was way too busy with paperwork. The vampire was a bit disappointed that the person wasn’t Zelda, if she was honest. There was something alluring in her, that the vampire found intoxicating upon first meeting.

There were two sharp knocks on her door that brought her back from the lingering thoughts, just in time when she buttoned up the white shirt leaving the last two open. Alexis had found several nice clothes in the closet that was situated across the bed, surprisingly they fitted her style. The vampire tucked the bottom of her shirt inside the burgundy slacks she was wearing, hair still damp from the shower but slicked back casually.

“Come in.” The vampire called.

The door creaked open and Alexis was surprised to see the redhead standing in the doorframe, seemingly more relaxed than before, that she could tell from her heart rate.

“Oh—” Wording her surprise the vampire spoke in a teasing tone. “I thought you were busy with paperwork Ms Spellman.”

“Well, I couldn’t find anyone suitable.” She tilted her head beckoning outside. “Shall we?”

Alexis only nodded and followed her.

They were walking side by side on one of the corridors of the Academy, their footsteps making the only sound around them. Zelda still smelled of cigarettes but with a stronger hint of whiskey now. Alexis was able to make out nearby noises and sounds as they were crossing rooms after rooms, but they didn’t meet anyone else just yet. The vampire briefly wondered where Sabrina was, but she didn’t word her concerns. Zelda remained silent beside her and if she didn’t know any better it seemed that she was giving her a cold shoulder, the redhead only spoke once or twice giving her directions and ways to get back to her room.

The essential knowledge of witchcraft wasn’t entirely foreign to Alexis, she knew one or two things about the people practicing it, but usually she didn’t pay much mind to it. Until these two otherworldly kinds could coexist she had no problems with it. She heard stories from other vampires about witches and warlocks that they had special spells and potions for vampires to weaken them or even kill them, but Alexis doubted that in her case it would ever happen. She meant no harm while she was staying and she wanted to prove it to Zelda.

They rounded a corner and they were at the foyer again. Alexis had to withhold her surprise when the space was filled with students of the Academy, they were chatting and laughing with each other. She spotted Sabrina in the mass standing next to a short black haired warlock and when the girl locked eyes with her, the blonde waved at her direction, the vampire only nodded. Several other students looked at her and after a couple of minutes they all quieted down. The room fell in complete silence when they recognized their Directrix standing in the archway with an unfamiliar person standing next to her. Their questioning look made Alexis feel like a deer in a headlight, but she took a deep breath and straightened her posture, leisurely placing her hands in her pocket, towering next to the redhead.

“I’d like to make a brief announcement before we start our worship.” Zelda stated and Alexis couldn’t help but give her a questioning look.

She wondered who they were even worshiping, legends claimed that witches were the followers of Satan. Could that be? Well considering the connections amongst witches and deities, Alexis doubted it would be God who they worshiped. The practices she heard they carried out were darker and nowhere near holy. However, she didn’t know why a demon-like woman was placed at an altar-like podium. Blaming her curiosity, the vampire was kind of eager to find out about the deity they were about to worship, because the depiction didn’t ring any bells yet, maybe the name would.

“This is Alexis Duvall.” The redhead gestured towards the vampire. “She will stay with us for a couple of days, because—” Zelda seemed uncertain about how to finish her sentence, and it was almost comical to see the perfectly poised woman falter, so Alexis had to chimed in with a lie, because she wasn’t sure Zelda would share the real reason nor she would want it being told anyway.

“Because I’m doing research on ancient tongues, more particularly Sanskrit. I’ve heard that this Academy has the best sources in the library.” Alexis remembered passing a massive hall full of books, which she assumed was a library. If she was correct, she will definitely check it out later to pass the time at least. She heard a faint exhale in relief from the woman next to her.

The vampire looked at Sabrina again when she gave her a questioning look and for a moment Alexis thought that the girl would blow up her cover, but she only nodded in acknowledgement dropping the act. Alexis did not necessarily possess the stereotypical external features of a vampire, but if someone paid a little attention and knew a thing or two about vampires, they would guess it in no time, much like Zelda did. However the question never came and she was glad being unrecognized. The students seemed to accept the lie that she was here because she was doing research.

“If now you’ll excuse us.” Zelda turned to her, the stern mask back on her features. “We would like to start our worship.”

Alexis was puzzled as to why she was telling her that and then she realized she was practically dismissed. The older woman was gesturing towards the students and she was directing them where to stand and Alexis watched as they complied. A circle gathered around the statue and they grabbed each other's hands. The redhead was still standing next to her, slightly impatient, seemingly wanting to join her students.

“Right.” Alexis hummed and after a moment she was unable to push down her curiosity but before she could ask anything there was a witch addressing her.

“Wanna join us, Ms Duvall?”

Alexis almost gave her a toothy grin in return showing off her fangs to make her status clear, but she’d lie if she’d say she didn’t enjoy the hidden fact about her nature, basking in all the guesses and secrets. However soon they would find out anyway, she was sure.

“Unlikely, Prudence, Ms Duvall was about to leave.” Zelda’s mocking tone rang through her ears as she turned to the vampire. That damn tone again, how dare she. “I’m sure she has better things to do.”

Alexis had to push down to boiling anger behind her features, while she could hear Zelda’s heart rate increase again. What was the redhead’s problem with her she didn’t know, she even tried to act nice and be grateful for the hospitality during the brief tour. But if Zelda wanted to act this way, Alexis would give her a reason for sure.

However, there was one thing about anger, it made her thirsty for blood, but she didn’t want to think about feeding at the moment, not when the woman was staring so intently in her own gray orbs, hypnotizing her. Was that a spell she was casting at her or was that Zelda’s pure nature?

“Very well then.” Alexis grimaced, angling her head downwards leaning closer so only Zelda could hear her. “Enjoy this nonsense.” She gestured towards the altar.

The bewildered look on Zelda’s features mixing with anger would’ve made anyone die at the spot, but Alexis only smirked, seemingly fuelling the fire.

“How dare you—” The immediate snarl that came out as a forced whisper raised some eyebrows behind them but before Zelda could continue, Prudence called again, entirely oblivious about the interaction.

“Sister Spellman, we are ready to start.”

The redhead gave Alexis a last angered look before she composed herself and turned around leaving the vampire at the spot. If she was honest this was the loudest she’d ever made someone’s heart beat. Taking the hint the vampire left the foyer to retire to her room for the rest of the evening, but she couldn’t resist the urge to linger around and listen, so as soon as she turned a corner and was out of sight she leaned to the wall and waited.

“Hail Lilith, full of disgrace, cursed are you amongst women.” Zelda’s voice rang through the silent Academy, and as soon as the name left her mouth, the realization bolted through Alexis like lightning.That Lilith? The vampire held her breath as she listened further.

“And cursed is the fruit of thy womb. Demons, you fled the garden, where the weak ones dwelled and did not live in shame.”

There was a brief silence but she heard faint movements.

“Unholy Lilith, mother of night, pray for us sinners now and at the witching hour of our death. Praise Madam Satan!”

“Praise Madam Satan!” The students echoed as Zelda finished the last part of the prayer.

There was silence again.

Alexis stood there in surprise, but quickly realized she must go, otherwise she’d be discovered by the students exiting the foyer, or worse by Zelda— not that she wasn’t ready to face the woman after their incident. However, discovering the deity of the coven made her want to examine the statue all over again, because it was kinda obvious as she recalled the symbols.

During the nights she was bored Alexis had usually deep dived into the library of their own mansion and she occasionally came across some kind of occult books. She remembered one time reading about Lilith. She found out that the demoness was actually the first woman instead of Eve and later she was cast out of Eden because she refused to submit to Adam. A fallen woman with an unholy backstory, a temptress of men, the breeder of evil spirits and a child-murdering monster of the night, but in Alexis’s point of view as she read into Lilith’s story, she figured she was misunderstood and mistreated.

Alexis ascended the stairs with quick strides, luckily escaping the mass of students, wondering if she should go back to the foyer once everyone was asleep.

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part 2.

a/n: Thank you for reading this, I hope you liked it. 🫶🏻

#chilling adventures of sabrina #zelda spellman x original character #madam satan x original character #zelda spellman x madam satan #lilith #multi chap fic #smut #vampire AU #lesbians #dark fantasy #zelda x lilith

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lipstickmarks · 2 hours ago

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*camera pans over to a table in the back with but one patron, feet on the table, hat over eyes* *takes a swig of beer* *tips my hat ever so* Nightmare Academy: Monster Hunter

not allowed to say Harry Potter, but what was your book series obsession as a teen

mine was definitely Eragon

#no one ever knows what i’m talking about when i talk about that series but it’s so goooooood😭😭😭😭😭#lipstickmarks reading rainbow

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goldlightwriting · 3 months ago

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Rewriting Team RWBY

This post is following up on some stuff from my other RWBY-centric rewrites, but the key points to keep in mind here are that Semblances are rare magical powers passed down through bloodlines and that the faunus are cursed humans who run the risk of turning into Grimm if they lose themselves to their feral nature.

Anyways, let's get right to it.

Ruby Rose A young huntress-in-training with grand aspirations. Ruby grew up on stories of heroes and heroines who fought terrible monsters and protected the innocent. She aspires to be like them, including one of the greatest heroes of all: her own mother, Ivory Rose. Ivory disappeared when Ruby was still young, and Ruby is resolved to one day track down her mother and uncover the truth behind her disappearance. Though others seem to believe Ivory is already deceased, Ruby remains optimistic that her mother is out there somewhere waiting for her...

In truth, Ivory is dead, and Ruby herself witnessed the moment of her mother's demise. The two of them encountered a massive wolf-like Grimm in the forest of Vale, named Garm, and Ivory fought to keep the beast at bay while her daughter fled. The battle was hard-fought, but eventually, Ivory was felled by the great beast. Ruby, watching from the treelines, was traumatized by the sight of her mother's broken and bleeding body.

Ruby repressed this memory for years, yet the hazy images of her mother's bloody, broken body still come to her in nightmares. One day, Ruby will have to confront these memories, and the big, bad wolf behind them...

Weiss Schnee The heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, one of the most influential industries in all of Remnant. Weiss grew up in a cold household, with her father constantly trying to mold her into his 'perfect heir.' She was trained to get up every morning and recite to herself in front of her bedroom mirror her duties and responsibilities to the family. Weiss was even instilled with a prejudice against Faunus from an early age, believing them to be savage beasts masquerading at humans.

In spite of that, Weiss has long harbored a deep longing for freedom and a desire to be more than what her father demanded of her. Inspired by the stories of her Great-Grandfather Nicholas, a hero who helped mold Atlas into the nation it is today; a leader who toiled and fought alongside his people, rather than lording over them from above.

Amidst her duties to the Schnee family, Weiss began combat training under her old sister, General Hildr Schnee. With her guidance, Weiss honed her skills to a razor edge, and came up with a plan to earn her father's approval. By enrolling into a Hunter Academy, Weiss could demonstrate the capabilities of a new, experimental Dust-Revolver rapier and show the world the wonders of Schnee technology and innovation.

Ultimately, Jacques agreed, allowing Weiss to enroll at Beacon Academy for a year. Of course, he had no intention of allowing her to actually become a Huntress, viewing this strictly as a business opportunity. Little did he realize that the connections Weiss would make there might finally help her break the hold he had on her heart and mind...

Blake Belladonna A former member of the White Fang. Blake once fought for faunus equality, until her friend and mentor, Adam, became increasingly extreme in his methods and his temperament became more and more volatile. Realizing that the new, more violent direction of the White Fang was having adverse effects on the mental state of its members, Blake left the group entirely, coming to the conclusion that the Faunus Curse itself was the root cause of the issue.

Blake decided that she would devote herself to seeking a proper remedy for the curse, and not simply the overpriced and dangerous drugs administered by groups like the Schnee Dust Company or Merlot industries. To truly undo the curse, Blake knew she needed to uncover its true origins. Thus, she disguised herself as human and enrolled in Beacon Academy, believing that the first step was investigating the Creatures of Grimm.

Blake holds some reluctance about slaying those she knew used to be human, but is willing to endure it for the sake of freeing herself and all her loved ones from their affliction. Most of all, she hopes to save Adam from himself before he becomes feral and is lost forever...

Yang Xiao Long A young huntress-in-training, looking for a place where she belongs. Found abandoned at a young age, she was adopted by Tai and Ivory, becoming Ruby's elder sister. Yang proved to be brash and temperamental, but started to mellow out in later years after the unexpected and sudden demise of her adoptive mother.

Yang developed a love for tinkering; she adored making all manner of machines, even building her own motor bike in her early teens. Eventually, she even dabbling in the realm of making and modifying weapons.

One day, when Yang set out into the woods to test out a special pair of shotgun gauntlets she had created, the young tinkerer was attacked by three Ursa. The Grimm managed to wound her, but in that moment, Yang's awakened to her Semblance: Rage. This Augmentation Semblance allowed her to turn her fury into power, fighting on with an almost inhuman strength while feeling almost no pain.

When the Ursa were finally felled, Yang returned home with but a single burning question on her mind: who was she, really? Determined to discover the truth of her own bloodline, Yang decided to set out in search of answers... And the first step was honing her skills as a Huntress so that she could face whatever threats the world through her way.

#RWBY #Gold Light Writing

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ao3feed-superbat · 11 months ago

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The Strangest Things (season 1)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jhH9uTq by Branchthecow143 Hawkins a small town in Illinois that is connected with New Orleans from the looks It looks like a normal small town with also being with the biggest party town basically being part of it but this year... 2004 is where things come to question Kids going missing, killers, ghosts, witches, voodoo, vampires, witch hunters, monster hunters, People with weird but remarkable superpowers... (This story is going to have gender-bending in just because it's one of my favorite things to do along with some changes like birth year maybe a age or two but I'll try to keep it with the original stranger things as best as I can along with incorporating the elements of the other shows/movies and some things from the book for instance I'm not doing the you know scene that is round of the end of it it's sexual acts or intimacy scenes are only for the characters who are 18 or older) Words: 25667, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Supernatural (TV 2005), Hannibal (TV), Charlie Countryman (2013), Adam (2009), Shameless (US), American Horror Story: Coven, The Black Phone (2022), Matilda (1996), Carrie (1976), Jennifer's Body (2009), The Umbrella Academy (TV), American Psycho - All Media Types, True Blood (TV), Friday the 13th Series (Movies), Halloween (Movies 1978-2002), The Shining (1980), Trick 'r Treat (2008), The Ring (2002), Pet Sematary - Stephen King, Cujo - Stephen King, DCeased (DC Comics), IT - Stephen King, A Nightmare on Elm Street (Movies 1984-1994), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Addams Family (Movies - Sonnenfeld), Child's Play | Chucky (Movies 1988-2017), Chucky (TV 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Bill Compton/Sookie Stackhouse, Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams, Patrick Bateman/Adam Raki, Zoe Benson/Vance Hopper, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Jennifer Check & Anita "Needy" Lesnicki, Jennifer Check & Carrie White, Wednesday Addams & Matilda Wormwood, Matilda WormWood & Damien Wayne, Wednesday Addams & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Genderbending, Rule 63, Set in 2000s, Batfamily (DCU), Female Will Graham, Female Adam Raki, Female Jason Voorhees - Freeform, Female Bruce Wayne read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jhH9uTq

#ao3feed #superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

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league-of-skins · 1 year ago

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Skinline Masterlist

based on the fandom wiki which is based on the client

Academy

Ages of Runeterra

AnimaTech

Arcade

Arcana

Arcane

Arcanists

Arclight

Battle Queens

Battlecast

Be Mine

Bees

Beta

Blackfrost

Bloodstone

Café Cuties

Cats Versus Dogs

Cloudedge

Collector Edition

Concrete Canvas

Cottontail

Crime City Nightmare

Crimson Elite

Crystal Rose

Crystalis Motus

Culinary Masters

Dark Waters

Death Sworn

Definitely Not

Demonic

Dragon World

Dreadknights

Eclipse

Elementalist

Esports

Event Horizon

Fables

Fallen World

Folded Edges

Forgotten Depths

Forsaken Hymn

Four Beasts

Galactic

Glacial

God Weapon

Guardian of the Sands

Headhunter

Heartbreakers

Heavy Metal

Hextech

High Noon Gothic

Highway Heretics

Honor

Immortal Journey

Infernal

Inkshadow Uprising

Institute of War

Iron Firmament

Kinetex Machina

La Illusión

Legacy

Lunar New Year

Mecha

Mecha Kingdoms

Monster Tamers

Moons of Ionia

Neighborhood Nightmare

Neon Strata

Odyssey

Order of the Lotus

PAX

Piltover Customs

Prehistoric Hunters

PROJECT

PsyOps

Pulsefire

Riftquest

Riot Records

Shan Hai Scrolls

Silver Age

Snowdown

Soulstealer

Space Groove

Spirit Blossom

Spirit Guard

Star Guardian

Star Voyagers

Storybook

Storycraft

Sugar Rush

Sunkissed Summer

Super Galaxy

Tales from the Rift

Tales of Borealis

The Badge

The Grind

The Ruined King Saga

Thunder Lord

Toy Box

Triumphant

Versus

Victorious

War is Heck

Warring Kingdoms

Winged Reign

Winter Sports

Woad Tribe

Wonders of the World

Worldbreaker

Ye Olde

Zombie VS Slayers

#league of legends

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thelunarsystemwrites · 10 months ago

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I present, all the characters going to be in mine:

Donnie. (Rottmnt)

Hunter. (TOH)

Robin. (Teen titans)

Mitch. (Glitch techs.)

Whirl, and Medix. (Rescue bots academy.)

Graham, and Cody. (Rescue bots.)

Miko. (Transformers prime.)

Zim. (Invader Zim.)

Twyla. (Monster high, g3.)

Chizu and Usagi. (Samurai Rabbit.)

Camilo. (Encanto.)

Varian. (Rapunzel the animated series.)

...Kagami. (Miraculous lady bug—NOTE I don't like the show anymore.)

Lust Sans. (Undertale AU community.)

Six. (Little Nightmares.)

Lizzie Hearts. (Ever after high.)

Jimmy Palmer. (NCIS.)

Doll. (Murder drones.)

Serai. (Sea of stars.)

Mabel AND Dipper. (Gravity falls.)

Mikey. (TMNT 2012.)

Hiro. (Big hero six.)

FIC IDEA.

All the fictional characters you've projected onto (via HCs, Fics, artwork etc) are stuck in a room. The twist? They still remember everything you put them through.

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continentalblue · 3 years ago

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can't believe Rex and Tabitha from Nightmare Academy are the reason for my bisexuality

#nightmare academy #nightmare academy: monster hunters #monster hunters #monster madness #monster war #I loved them both I stg #Rex #tabitha #bisexual #bisexuality #blue's talks #lgbt #lgbtqia

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 3 years ago

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Drabbles Masterlist

Champagne Dreams

Can Y/N change Dean’s opinion of champagne?

The Darkness Warms Me

She knows what she wants. Can Dean help her find it?

Promises

How much can Dean really promise her?

My First Day

Officer Lang is fresh out of the academy. Her first traffic stop is a 67 Chevy Impala.

Going For a Ride

Abaddon has always wanted to take Dean Winchester for a ride. What kind of ride will it be.

It's Now or Never

Y/N has been in love with Dean for a year. Will she make a move, or let the moment slip by?

Never Say Goodbye

Nightmares are hard to banish, even when the light returns.

Down the Rabbit Hole

Couples costumes are always fun, right?

All I Need is You

A terrible day has stolen Y/N’s joy, can Dean bring it back?

You Give Me Fever

Dean's been gone so long and Y/N is determined to enjoy his return, fever be damned.

Dean: New and Improved

It's been two years since Y/N has seen Dean, two years since he walked out of her life. Now he's back and Y/N may be surprised to learn why.

In the Impala

Y/N remembers Dean and the Impala through the years.

Best. Gift. Ever

Dean comes by to celebrate Mother's Day.

How To Annihilate Your To-Do List

Y/N has a very long to-do list, can Dean convince her to let it get longer, and stay in bed with him instead?

I'm the Monster Now

Dean knows he's a monster but Y/N will not believe him.

The Sacrifice

I swear, if you could see him, you'd get it.

Finish What You Started

Dean coming from the shower, need I say more.

The Savior

Y/N tries to make Dean believe he was her savior, but he knows it's the other way around.

All of That and More

Dean comes home looking for the softness Y/N has to offer.

Safe from Something

How do you fight against things you can't even describe?

The Scrappy Huntress

The Winchesters might end up with a new member of Team Free Will.

You Really Tickle Me

Dean discovers Y/N’s ticklish side and shows no mercy!

To Soothe the Savage Beast

Dean is in a very grumpy mood. Can Y/N tease him out of it?

In Living Color

Y/N never knew how much color existed in the world till a green-eyed hunter stumbled into her path.

Madness

Dean wants EVERYONE to know that you belong to him.

Use Me

You'll do anything to make Dean's nightmares go away.

Even Better Than Pie

Y/N knows just how to make Dean smile.

Show Me What You're Hiding

Y/N gets a glimpse of Dean, and is desperate to see even more.

I Still Hear You

Y/N can still hear Dean's voice echo around her. She doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Distracted Driving

Y/N is out to prove she's a better driver than Dean, and Dean's very determined to distract her from that.

Love Misunderstood

The moment came and went so fast, but Y/N has regretted it ever since.

Believe Me When I Tell You

Dean will always keep his promises.

I See You

His eyes won't leave her body, he needs to see her pleasure.

All In or All Out

Dean needs an answer.

When the Stars Love You

Dean belongs in the starlight.

Home

Dean comes home.

The Haircut

Y/N is trying to Dean a favor. How can he repay her?

Lend a Helping Hand

Dean wants to lend a helping hand.

Always

When Y/N storms out in anger, Dean is afraid he's lost her.

Exclusively My Idiot

You know Dean can be an idiot, but could he ever be your idiot exclusively?

Magically Mine

It's your birthday and Dean knows just how to make it magical.

Gone Too Long

You and Dean both agree he should never stay away so long again.

Favorite Gifts

You and Dean know exactly what you want for Christmas...just each other.

Flash Fiction Drabbles

Dance Like a Fool

Dean doesn't dance...or does he?

I've Got You

Dean won't let go.

Saying Nothing At All

How does Dean say I love you?

The Lie in the Lyric

Y/N is gone, leaving Dean alone with only her memory.

In His Arms

There's nothing more beautiful than feeling safe.

The Monsters in Disguise

Dean Winchester slays all monsters.

Stolen Moments: A Flash Fic Series - Masterlist

Fleeting moments in Dean and Y/N's relationship tell whether or not they'll get a happily-ever-after.

#dean winchester fan fiction #dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean winchester smut #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fluff

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sylverstorms · 3 years ago

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Miss Fortune x Reader ----Salt-Crusted Heart

For an easier read, head to Ao3.

Another day. Another hunt for a fetter.

Feels like this is your life now, your present and your future. It feels like this war against the ever-spreading mist and Viego will never end. Your days as a trainee Sentinel, where the tough schedule of the Academy was your only problem, seem so far away now it’s like they belong in a dream. Like that was a different you.

And it was, wasn’t it.

That ‘you’ hadn’t ever slashed at anything other than a training dummy. Now you’re out here –with a very dysfunctional crew of lunatics— fighting mist monsters.

Said dysfunctional crew is, once again, arguing amongst themselves on which way you’re supposed to be headed next. Everyone’s got their own opinion and somehow it never matches with anyone else’s. You don’t even know how they manage that.

It takes a few light years for the majority to agree you’re heading to Bilgewater.

By the time you Wayfinder them there, you’re not surprised that all you see is darkness and sickly green mist. Half the world has gone to shit already and you’ve come to terms with that. More or less. Probably less.

“Wow.” you say as you take in the ghostly-looking town ahead of you and the armada of ships at the port below, blocking this side of the island off completely. Not that there’s a lot to block because the place is a ravaged hellhole anyway.

The environment has this wrecked, haunted vibe that would be super interesting to see in a movie with an apocalypse theme. Perhaps not so much on an actualapocalypse, though.

“Likin’ the view?” Graves asks, the corner of his lips sealed over his cigar.

“No, it was more of a ‘this is so much worse than I could have imagined’ type of wow.” you explain.

“It really is.” Riven agrees.

“Funny thing; the mist ain’t changed it all that much.” Graves laughs.

“Hey. Focus.” Lucian chastises. This guy, you’re convinced, is allergic to lightening the mood. He’s also not someone you dare say this to. “See that?” he points at the sea, to the massive ship there, towering over the rest.

You’re so focused on its fine craftsmanship and the little details you keep finding the longer your eye remains on it, you miss his point entirely, at first. Then you blink and look closer –at the thin, telltale trail of green-black smoke floating upwards from its deck.

There’s no mistaking it; a fetter is on that vessel.

“Now, listen up, everybody. Big Ol’ Graves is a legend around these parts, so my name will get us on that beauty. But. People here can be a bit… unfriendly towards new faces.” he begins. “Let’s not walk up there like an attack force and end up riddled with holes, ye?”

“Good idea.” you nod.

“Rookie, Graves, you’re heading up first.” Lucian motions with his chin.

“Bad idea.” you comment, but his skewering glare has you agreeing with the plan the same second.

“Signal if you need help.” Senna adds.

Graves only laughs heartily and grabs your uniform with his large hands, pulling you along. You know you won’t like what you hear when he leans down and whispers to you:

“We won’t have time to signal if they decide we’re not worth listening to but let’s not tell them that, Rook.”

“That’s… just what I needed to hear.” you grimace.

“Ha! Which means you’re goin’ up first. Chances are they won’t instantly shoot your pretty face off.”

“Wait… what about that ‘my name will get us up there, no trouble’?” you ask.

“Hah! That was just to impress Vayne, kiddo. My name is far more likely to get us killed in these parts.” he laughs but you don’t. “Did she look impressed?”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, she didn’t, mate.” Nothing has ever moved Vayne other than when she kills monsters in a particularly violent way.

“Ah, shit. Maybe next time.”

Yeah, if there is a next time.

Your chances aren’t looking good as soon as you step onto that deck and every weapon imaginable is suddenly shifted to you.

…

Graves tells you to put your ‘social skills’ into good use. You are not aware that was one of your talents, so it’s probably more of his bullshit. Either way, death by a thousand bullets gives you a solid motivation to turn the charm on and talk.

“Gentlemen, I’m sure we can all come to an agreement here. No need for all that firepower.” you say, totally not sweating at all underneath your white jacket. “You have something that we need and I’m sure we can negotiate a profitable deal for everyone.”

Jackpot. Bounty hunters want money more than anything. And there is not a sweeter sound to their ears than the promise of wealth. Even if you’re just talking nonsense to save your ass.

“If I could just speak to the captain—”

“The captain is listening.” a commanding voice says from up ahead. Some of the crew members part to let her through…

And.

You see a vision in this nightmare.

The woman that walks forward stands out like fire over water, like stark color on Bilgewater’s salt-washed palette. Maybe it’s the vivid red of her flowing hair, stark against the gold-trimmed black of her hat, or the emerald green of her eyes, or the way she holds herself, a queen on this deck. Whatever the reason, you cannot tear your gaze off of her.

Tongue-tied at the moment, you let Graves do the talking. Big mistake.

The goddess’ visage darkens when she sees your company, who she addresses in a less than pleasant tone: “Look what washed in with the tide. Malcolm Goddamn Graves.” You wouldn’t want that glare directed at you, ever.

“Fortune? Ah, hells, naw.” he curses. “What are ya doin’ here? How did ya get a whole damn fleet a’ warships?”

“A lot has changed since we last met. Fools around here decided to challenge me for control over Bilgewater. I locked this place down until we can resolve this inconvenience.” she says, like cutting off half the freaking island is not a big issue.

The sound of her heels on the wooden floor is downright ominous as she approaches. Her eye scans you lightning-quick, then the entirety of her attention is on Graves. The very next second…

A blunderbuss pistol is pointing right to your face, same as his.

“Whoah.” you gasp.

“What’s Gankplank paying you?!” she demands.

“I ain’t workin’ for that bastard! I ain’t even on speakin’ terms with his orange-eatin’ ass! Ya know that!”

“What I know is you came onto my deck with fancy new equipment and a whole team of mercenaries at your back. You know, just in case you thought you were being subtle, in all that silver and white sticking out in Bilgewater like a sore thumb.” She has a point. “That getup isn’t cheap and there’s only one cretin around here with that kind of coin. Now tell me what he’s planning, of you’ll be smoking that cigar through a new hole.”

“Um –ma’am? He’s telling the truth.” You almost regret speaking up when her piercing stare lands on you. “And we’re not mercenaries. We’re Sentinels of Light.” you add.

“You put on a convincing performance, cutie.” she says.

In any other scenario, a goddess like that calling you cute would make you blush. But the gun still very much in your face makes it difficult to really register the word.

“Like you’ve never heard of the ‘Saltwater Scourge’, ‘Reaver King of the High Seas’… ‘Scum-sucking Hagfish Who Takes All You Ever Cared About’…”

Oh, okay. So, she’s got a screw loose as well.Not surprising considering the company you attract, lately.

“Nope. Kiddo’s right, Sarah. They’re Sentinels, alright.” the very familiar voice of your boss, which normally doesn’t make you happy to hear, has the opposite effect now. Lucian walks up behind you to save the day.

“Lucian?” she asks, finally lowering her weapons. “…this is your crew?”

“Yep. And I’d appreciate it if you kindly refrained from killing them. Need about every gun we can get.” he replies.

“Follow me.” she says. “It seems we have a lot to discuss.”

…

Captain Fortune does not drive an easy bargain.

From what you hear later, she’s given Lucian a real hard time with negotiations. And even now, she’s the one who holds all the cards.

If you are to defeat Viego and make it clear to Bilgewater it was her who made it possible, she is willing to trade with the fetter and even let you stay on her ship in the meantime. Otherwise, if she gets the feeling it’s him who gains ground and holds the power in this place, you’re basically screwed.

The others are uneasy. They’ve suggested multiple times you steal the fetter from Fortune and dash for your lives after. Thing is, with how close she keeps that relic, that plan is looking impossible.

Which brings you to where you are right now, all the Sentinels and Miss Fortune gathered around the same map, planning your next action.

“Yes, but if I help you get there, what’s in it for me?” she asks.

And really, you don’t have anything to offer her in return. Even Lucian looks to Senna for help. Who, in turn, looks at you.

Why do they keep doing that? What have you done to convince these people you are good at talking? Especially to women like the captain.

“How about the… moral reward of helping save people from these monsters?” you suggest.

Her green eyes –and holy shit are they green— look at you like she wants to both scoff and laugh sardonically. “Tell me that is a joke.”

“It –it really isn’t.” you reply.

She huffs. “Look. I’m sure you’re all nice people. But nice people here get their throats cut.” She motions with her hand. “The cutthroats get the spoils. That’s how it works. I only care about the spoils.” she states. “So, if you want things from me and my crew, you need to make it worth our time.”

Their time sure isn’t cheap.

You know you don’t have anything at Headquarters with the kind of value she’s looking for. Definitely no coin and no gold for her services. But. You’ve heard multiple times during classes that the materials the Sentinel outfits are weaved from are extremely durable and therefore, extremely desirable.

“Would you and your crew be interested in a wardrobe overhaul?” you ask. All eyes are on you, but hers are the most intense. “Every prestigious fleet has to look the part, no? Plus, these clothes…” you say, grabbing the nearest knife and dragging it across your sleeve. The fabric is not so much as scratched. “…are pretty cool.” you tell her.

Miss Fortune leans back in her captain’s chair with a pretty smile painted on her –very attractive— lips.

“Now you’re talking my language, cutie. I’m sure we can work something out.”

…

On one hand, you have Gwen sewing day and night –your fault, you feel bad for it— while the rest of you handle the fighting. On the other, you do have a ship taking you wherever you need and making your job of clearing the darkness ten times faster.

Even Lucian has given you a pat on the back for that one. That was certainly unexpected.

“We need Fortune to take us here.” Senna points on the map. “Rookie, you go tell her.”

You almost choke on your water. “Why me?” you ask.

“Because you’re finally making yourself useful.” Lucian replies. Ouch.

“I’ve been very useful from the start!” you argue. The others look amongst themselves. “Hey!”

“I mean… points for effort.” Diana comments.

“Moral support is useful, I agree.” Riven smirks at you.

‘Asshole’ you mouth, rising from your seat. Her grin only widens.

You send them a narrowed, unimpressed look over your shoulder on your way out. Some of the crew members that see you walking towards the captain’s cabin whistle your way. You’re sure there’s tons of colorful comments behind your back but you have bigger things to worry about.

Like… the way a certain redhead looks leaned back in her plush chair, a queen on her throne, toying with a gold coin that flips over her nimble fingers with effortless ease. Focus on the mission. The mission, I say. Oh, Gods…

“I love how they send you in to ask for extra.” she says. “So. Are you the silver tongue of the group?” There’s something in her little smirk and the way she says ‘tongue’ that gets to you, but that’s probably just your vivid imagination.

That and the months you’ve spent without any outlet for your stress other than fighting, on top of more fighting.

“No, the others are just that terrible at basic social interactions.” It’s the truth.

Fortune gives a small chuckle. “Let’s see how good you are, then, Sentinel.”

You pleadwith your hopeless lesbian brain not to fry on the spot. “We sort of need you to get us further than discussed. While hoping that… the scenic route will be its own reward?”

“Cute.”

“Does that mean you’ll do it?” you perk up.

“No.”

“I’ll send Lucian here next time so he can bore you to death until you agree.” You never claimed to be above blackmail.

“A bold statement.” she replies. “Tell you what. If you demolish a few of my enemies’ ships during your hunt for the mist things, then deal.”

Sentinels aren’t supposed to do that. And if you tell Lucian, that will be his exact answer. You can already hear his unpleasant voice in your head. However, you’ve already figured out the world doesn’t work by the Sentinel Code, so…

“Accidents do happen on the battlefield.” you say.

Sarah gives you that slow smile that makes a certain part of you feel hot under your outfit. “And don’t bring any of the others in here to negotiate. I’d rather look at your pretty face.”

Uh.

Um.

By the time you exit the cabin, all you can think is, what just happened?

…

Combat is a rush, sometimes. As is knowing you’re getting stronger and faster by the day. You still don’t hold a candle to the rest of your group, but you can finally say you’re helping them out.

Being further up in the enemy’s face, though, is also petrifying. You see a twisted reflection of yourself in every mist wraith’s dead eyes. There are nightmares that come hand-in-hand with the experience… and then there’s physical pain.

You’ve been hurt before. Their talons can slice through even your magic-reinforced outfits. Still, every time feels worse than the last. The laceration you’re currently sporting on your side is burning like the fires of hell.

You’re trying not to scream by the time Riven lowers you onto the deck. Your vision is blurred with sweat and the tears you’re fighting to keep at bay.

“What’s going on here?” you hear Fortune’s voice in your haze.

“Tell me you have a healer on board!” Riven shouts.

“And they can get here fast!” Senna adds.

You’re not sure how much time passes. It feels like light years until someone kneels beside you and starts working on your wound. The healing magic pulls and sears at you. Every muscle in your body is taut with the effort to keep still.

“Isn’t …a healing spell supposed to numb the pain, first?” Diana asks.

“Look, blondie, I’m no professional here, ye? Just picked up a few things from mah old man. If ya wanna criticize, come here and do it yourself.” he answers. And it’s …not the best feeling in the world to hear your healer say that.

“No offense. Just worried for our teammate.” Senna adds. At least one of your bosses cares about your wellbeing.

The other just benches you for the next mission.

…

Out of all the people you expected to come see you while you’re recovering, Sarah Fortune is the last who came to mind. You’re almost shocked mute when the captain comes to sit on the edge of your bed, graceful and fluid as ever. Gorgeous as ever, too, while you’re sure you look pale as a ghost, eyes sunken as a shipwreck.

“Hey, Rookie.” she greets.

“Ah, great. That nickname’s never gonna come off, is it.” you roll your blue eyes.

“How’s the battle scar?”

“I’m not bleeding all over your fancy deck anymore, at least.” you say. “Guess I should be glad for that.” Although you are a bit frustrated that the ‘healer’s’ hand was so shaky there’s a scar left there now, permanently, when it could have been avoided. “And that the dude wasn’t drunk bad enough to stitch my organs to my skin.”

“Yeah, luckily he was only a little drunk.” she nods.

“That makes total sense for a healer. Who, from what I know from four years at the Academy, should always be sober.” you cannot keep it in any longer.

“That’s… a tall order here.” Yes, of course, the place is far too shitty for that.

“I gathered.”

“Come, now. Don’t be upset about the scar.” You’re upset about the pain that could have been avoided if the damn guy just didn’t drink his ass off in the middle of the day. “…Want me to kiss it better?”

You’re so far up your mind –filled with thoughts of being a dead weight on the team on top of your dead classmates because of Viego— you don’t even hear her. Your head is pounding from the pressure the memory causes you, a killer mix with the effect of the painkillers you’ve been on, all evening.

“I’ll be fine, thanks.” you reply, your voice hoarse and alien to your own ears.

…

You and Fortune talk a bit more on the two days you’re out of commission.

You learn a few things about her, like the fact you have a common interest in psychology. Like the fact you shouldn’t ever ask about her past or her family, unless you want her to close up tighter than a clam, at the speed of lightning. In the meantime, if it feels like she may be throwing more smirks your way than when she talks to anyone else, you blame that on your wishful thinking.

That woman is way out of your league.

It is one in the night and everyone on the ship is either well asleep or completely passed out from booze. You wake up from a nightmare, then fully register the way the ship is swaying from the angry waves. The resulting nausea has you completely losing the desire to fall back into the land of dreams.

You thought you’d be the only one awake when you walked up to the deck, yet you quickly realize that’s not the case when the sound of heels approaches from behind. You already know it’s her. The night breeze does a wonderful job of carrying her perfume straight to your nose. As if she wasn’t already fatally attractive without it.

You keep your eyes on the waves, so dark blue they look black.

“Oh, this is a surprise. Such a romantic soul, admiring the sea in the dead of night.” she says. The slight –sexy as fuck— slur to her words must have something to do with the bottle of whiskey in her hand.

“Yeah, my thoughts are not that deep.” you chuckle. “More like ‘fuck this constant motion under my feet’.”

She gives a small, airy exhale that could pass as a laugh, leaning on the railing next to you. Kind of close, too. “Ah and here I thought Sentinels didn’t swear.” she says. “And that they don’t drink. Unless you care to prove me wrong there, too.”

She takes a swing of the bottle and passes it to you. The smart part of your brain tells you it is a bad, bad idea. The rest of you is seduced by the promise of the buzz and the challenge in her eyes.

Well. Since you’re not really getting anywhere closer to where her lips are in anything other than your very private fantasies, you think may just take the chance for an indirect kiss that’s presented.

The gulp you take from the bottle –you intended a sip but the fucking ship moves so much— burns a trail down your throat and past your insides. You almost cough. How heavy is this thing?

“Ahem. So.” you begin. “What’s keeping you out late?”

“I have great company.” At first you think she means you, then you realize it’s the bottle that’s lucky. Hah, fell right into that one. “And… my cabin is very cold tonight.”

It’s really chilly, yeah, but it’s not that bad, you think. Maybe the two of you are just used to different climates, though. “I’m… sorry to hear that.” you reply.

“Well. Guess I should head in or it will never warm up by itself.” she says.

You nod and bid her goodnight, turning your eyes back to the inky waves. But then you feel her weight softly crash into your back, ample chest pressing against you, one of her hands on your waist and the other on the railing next to yours for support. Her lips are right by your ear, so close you feel them brush against the shell as she says:

“Oops.”

Then she’s gone, taking her extremely sexy perfume with her, while your stomach drops to the sea and sinks right to the very bottom. It takes a few moments to realize you’re still holding the railing so tightly your fingers have gone white.

What the…

You go back to bed trying not to think about whatever that was.

The next day, you have no idea why she’s not speaking to you at all, or why she doesn’t even look at you when she addresses the Sentinels, none-too-pleased with your progress.

…

When one of the crewmates tell you the captain has summoned you, you do a double take and ask if she really means you. Fortune has been in a weird mood towards you since that night, to say the least.

You are mentally braced for the worst when you enter her cabin. You’re already tired from fighting mist wraiths all morning and you don’t think you can handle whatever it is that’s going on with her at the moment.

Scratch that. You’re sure you can’t when she gets up from her seat, walking almost in a circle around you, like a shark. You lean back against the wooden surface of her desk, waiting. Cautious.

“Have I not been clear enough, all these days?” she asks, as if wondering out loud.

“Um…. excuse me?” you question back. Has the mist gotten to her? It has been known to cause strange behavior after prolonged exposure.

She’s at the door now, facing you without really looking at you and it makes you feel trapped. Your one escape is blocked. “You’re not from around here, so I thought it was best not to be… Bilgewater-forward.” she says. “On the other hand, I don’t think I’ve been that subtle?”

“…I’m. I’m not…sure I follow.” you speak, quietly.

“Do you really have no idea or are you just trying to be polite?” She finally looks into your eyes.

You shake your head ‘no’.

She licks her lips. “What, was I supposed to give you a formal letter inviting you to my cabin for sex the other night?” Your jaw, you think, hits the floor and shatters. Your whole body shivers and goes rigid. “If you don’t want to, just say it so I won’t wait around for nothing.”

You… don’t know what words are at the moment. The ground has disappeared and you’re a falling mess. It is the worst case of freezing on the spot you’ve ever experienced.

“That’s not… that’s not… the case.” you manage to say.

“Good to know.” she nods, casually, then strides up to you and grabs the front of your high-collared Sentinel jacket, bringing you lip-to-lip. “Is this clear enough for you?” she breathes against you.

It’s more than clear enough when her plump lips seal over yours, tasting of sweet-flavored lipstick and alcohol and sea-salt. In fact, it is clear like a nuclear bomb going off on the back of your head.

The heat wave burns down your stomach violently and it only gets worse when she pushes her tongue into your mouth, licking over yours, her hips practically straddling you with how tightly fitted you stand. Every movement of her mouth or her body echoes all the way down yours.

It’s beyond anything you could have ever conjured in your head, having her angle your chin however she wants it while her hips slowly rock against you. It’s almost too hard and too fast and too good –and you get too close.

But then—

A knock comes on the door.

“Captain?” someone asks from the outside and it’s both a blessing and a dark curse.

Sarah tries to catch her breath, every exhale tickling your ear. “One moment.” she calls over her shoulder, sounding every bit the captain she is, as if the past minutes where you were literally dry humping each other didn’t happen.

She pulls back from you with a satisfied little smirk at how wrecked you no doubt look, pulling your outfit straight. Her thumb wipes off the smudge of her lipstick on the corner of your mouth, then she goes to a nearby mirror to reapply hers.

When she walks back over to you, your knees shake at just the sight of her. You don’t know how you’ll ever calm down from this. Safe to say she’s ruined every kiss you’ve ever had or will have.

“My bedroom will be open to you tonight. Consider this your formal letter, yes?” her long fingers brush over your jawline, as she stalks back to her seat.

“Come in.” she calls, poker face on, sounding bored.

You make your escape as tactical –and dignified— as possible and don’t look back until you’re practically off the ship.

…

To say you are distracted for the rest of the hours until night completely settles over Bilgewater is an understatement. Your head is in the clouds and you have no idea what’s going on around you. The whole world could catch fire and all you’ll be thinking about is Fortune, Fortune, Fortune…

“What’s got you so quiet tonight, little Sentinel?” Riven asks.

Only the best damn kiss of your entire life. Plus the fact you’re living a dream and you don’t want to wake up. “Maybe I’m just trying to imitate Vayne. From now on you’ll hear my voice only when we kill stuff.”

“Ha, ha.” Vayne comments in typical Vayne style from her seat, hunched over her weapon and making calibrations.

“All I’ll say is, be careful.” the Noxian lowers her voice a bit, the words kept between the two of you.

“Of what?” you play dumb.

“Just in general.”

You don’t know what Riven suspects but you can’t really bring yourself to care. You’ve been through a lot these past months. You deserve to feel something good once in a while. Your love life is none of their business unless it interferes with their business, which it won’t because you’re sure this won’t mean anything beyond Fortune’s bedroom.

You wait until everyone on the ship is asleep and take a liquid courage boost to sneak to the captain’s cabin.

…

One knock. That is all your knuckles manage, one contact with the door, until it swings open and a familiar hand grabs at the front of your outfit, pulling you in.

You’re pressed back against it as soon as it shuts, crimson lips hot on yours before you can even think to say anything. Gods, is she always so insistent?You could melt into a wet puddle on the floor from the way she presses into you alone. This woman knows exactly what she wants and how to take it.

Somewhere in the back of your head you hear the sound of a lock turning.

“Took you long enough.” she whispers when you break apart.

Once again, whatever you were about to say is cut off by her tugging on the high collar of your jacket. She either has a thing for it or for pulling you around in general, you think. No complains, whatever the case.

“Won’t you give me the tour around, first?” you ask, playing coy only thanks to the drink you’ve had. Otherwise, you’d be your usual self; a mess.

“Oh, sure.” she says as she shoves you into her bedroom, illuminated by a single candle. “Wardrobe, guns, bed.”

Well. It still feels like the best tour you’ve ever had when she walks you back until you’re falling on her very comfortable mattress, with her perched above you like a predator. She gives you a little smirk as she straddles your thigh and sits up, undoing the taut buttons on her shirt, painfully slow.

Oh… It would be very awkward if you died from a heart attack now, yet it feels like you’re on the verge of one.

“Nothing smart to say now, Sentinel?” The confidence comes with her looks, you’re sure. She knows she’s hot as fuck.

You shake your head, speechless, eyes travelling from her toned midriff to her perfect chest, to her hypnotic eyes and the sensual way her hair spills like a red waterfall across her shoulders. This is a dream, it’s not real life, but don’t wake me up ever…

Fortune leans back down, taking your chin in two fingers as she studies your flushed face. You don’t know what she’s looking for, but something in her visage softens a fraction.

“If it’s too much at any point, tell me.”

“If I can talk, I will.” you say, mesmerized by the way her eyes look under the dim light.

Your next liplock is a little less rushed than your previous ones. She takes her time exploring your mouth and you gradually get bolder with where you touch her, fingers grazing up her sides to her stomach, to the underside of her bra.

Her lips leave yours only to burn a trail down the corner of your mouth, across your jawline and to your neck. Deft fingers undo the clasps and pull down the zipper of your white jacket, guiding it past your shoulders without taking it completely off. She definitely has a thing for it. You’d comment on that, too, if you could think about anything other than how good she smells.

Clothes come off while she sucks on your neck, teeth pressing against you just shy of leaving marks. When both of you are down to your underwear and breathing heavy, her fingers caressing dangerously low on your waistline, her lips come near your ear.

“So… I want to make you beg, but I can’t help but feel like I’m already corrupting you a lot.”

Corrupt away. you want to tell her.

“Does that turn you on?” you whisper in her ear and feel her response with how her hips press down harder onto yours.

“Yes.” That breathless admission becomes your undoing.

You get lost in her lips after it and the sensation of her fingers on you –inyou— working you up towards what could be simultaneously your ruin and your salvation. You touch her in turn, filling the room with both your moans and gasps, until that glorious peak of white-hot pleasure where the whole world comes to a stop for a few moments.

There is a time limit to your time together, now and generally, you are aware. But you allow yourselves a few quiet moments together as you lay there with the excuse of catching your breath, even if you already have.

Tough game you’re playing here. The smarter part of your brain says. It’s all too easy to get addicted to having her atop you like this. The better the dream, the more bitter the wakeup.

When Fortune lifts herself off you to slide under her heavy covers, you register the chill of night. You dress almost sluggishly, your body so very exhausted from the activities of the whole day.

Kissing her goodnight is almost an urge you fight under control, not wanting to make her uncomfortable if this was all she wanted out of your dalliance.

“Well, my bunk is calling.” you turn around to tell her, trying not to blush when you see her with her elbow resting on her pillow, cheek cutely pressed on her fist, watching you like a languid cat.

“Hate to watch you leave but I love to watch you go.” she smirks at you.

You roll your eyes. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

…

It is after a long damn day of fighting that you get to finally sit down and enjoy a meal and drinks.

The crew was cold and distrustful towards you at first, but they seem to have opened up more over the course of weeks –especially today, after you secured them a chest filled with gold coins left behind by wealthy people who were running from the wraiths. From the corner of your eye, you subtly watch Sarah Fortune interact with her men, hoping it’s not obvious how badly into her you are.

“So…” Riven begins from the chair next to you and you know that’s not going to be good.

“What?” You face her, playing cool.

“I’m sure you don’t need me to say that she’s bad for you… but I will, anyway.” You give Riven a blank stare that absolutely doesn’t fool her. Shit.

“Like how do you even know.” You finally break.

“It wasn’t obvious since day one there was something there?” Yeah, maybe to everyone except you.

“Wait.” Hold on a second. “Does everyone know?”

“I think everyone except Diana has pretty much figured it out.” That certainly explains the looks Lucian has been giving you all day. Double shit.

“What? The thing between Fortune and Rookie, here?” Diana asks from behind you.

Triple—

“Scratch that. Everyone knows.” Riven tells you. “And we all agree. She’s bad for you.” You hate the emphasis on that. “As in the worst.”

“I getit, Riven, thank you.” You shake your hand in her face while the other covers yours.

“I mean I know ruthless, player redheads who can and will absolutely murder you without a second thought are, like, a kink of yours—”

You don’t think your face gets any redder than this. “What—” you nearly choke on air. “That –how do you figure that out? That’s not even true.”

“Dude. When Katarina Du Couteau was brought into our conversation you nearly gasped and fangirled for the next hour.”

“I just heard a lot about one of our biggest Demacian enemies and wanted to know if it was all true!” you defend yourself.

“You asked me if she’s as hot as rumor has it, not about her war achievements.” Riven laughs.

“And you didn’t answer! Well, is she or isn’t she?” you ask. For… scientific purposes.

“I’m not going to answer that!” Riven lifts her hands up.

“She is.” Graves says as he slides into the seat next to you, drink in hand.

“Thank you!” You pat him on the shoulder.

“We should totally have her join the Sentinels.” he adds.

“Hah!” A vein pops at Riven’s temple. “And the answer will be something along the lines of ‘bold of you to assume I give a single fuck about the world’.” comes the imitation.

“Whoa, that’s exactly how she sounds like.” Graves says.

You’re glad the conversation has shifted away from you, at least.

From the opposite side of the room, you feel a familiar pair of eyes on you, yet they’re averted the second you raise yours to meet them.

…

They may know about your one-time thing with Fortune and heavily scrutinize it, but they still send you in now that they need to ask for more from the captain. With that, your teammates lose every right to comment on what you do and don’t do with her.

“We’ll get you the coin from that ship –well, Graves will, since they already hate him—and you help us out here. Deal?” you ask her.

There. You can be a professional and negotiate terms with the most beautiful woman in the world, who you also happened to have had mindblowing sex with, without constantly looking at her lips.

“Deal, but…” she begins. “You’re sitting all the way over there… why?”

So much for keeping your mind out of the gutter. “Um.” You lick your lips, unsure of what to say, while she smirks slow, like the cat that got the canary.

“Come here.” A pat on her desk, right in front of her chair.

Against your better judgement, you walk around the furniture and lean there, really, really close to her, especially when she stands, towering over you in her heels. You can tell she likes it, too.

“Don’t look at me like that, we leave in ten minutes.” you say. It doesn’t even phase her.

Her fingers move to the zipper of your jacket and although you should stop her, you don’t. “Really?” she leans closer, closer still, until her tantalizing mouth is a hair’s breadth from yours.

“…really. Nine, now.” you waver.

“Guess we have to be fast, then.”

She lightly pushes you onto her desk and starts undoing your belt buckles. The thought of what you’re about to do alone could make you come on the spot. It’s not just the thought that’s threatening to do that, when you feel her cool fingers slide right where you need them.

“You’re going to ditch me for your little Sentinel friends, who don’t like me?” she asks in your ear.

Oh, Gods…

“Ah, I like you enough for all of us, Fortune.” your lips move against her jawline as you speak. A little further down and you can feel how quick her pulse is. You wouldn’t have guessed, with how composed she looks fingering you on her desk.

“Sarah.” she holds your chin with two fingers as she says it, like a secret between you. “Call me Sarah when you come.”

You do.

…

It becomes a nightly thing after that, your visits in her bedroom.

She’s insatiable and she makes everything bothering you go away for those precious hours. But. The more you see of her, you cannot help but feel like something’s very wrong with Sarah.

Underneath the visage of the ruthless captain, the queen who can just reach out and take anything she wants, you see… cracks. She doesn’t sleep well. She drinks. You’re pretty sure you’re another distraction –coping mechanism?— although it doesn’t bother you. She’s the same for you, isn’t she?

It’s not like you have feelings for her.

…Right?

No, no that would be terrible. You definitely don’t. You are allowed to love the way her fingers are running lazy circles on your thigh right now without any sort of complicated emotions involved.

“You should quit while you’re ahead.” she tells you, half muffled into her pillow, stark black against the red of her hair.

This or the Sentinel war? You wonder.

“You have little cuts everywhere. They don’t even have time to disappear before new ones open on top of them.” she moves the back of her pointer to the biggest visible line near your knee, then up your arm, until her hand rests on the crook of your neck. “Leave the others to deal with the mist. It’s not your problem.”

“The world’s problem is my problem. Guess where I lived and what region fell to Viego first.”

You refrain from telling her how many people close to you met his blade before that. How many of the classmates you ate and trained with for four years you had to see skewered by him, on his insane quest for his ‘love’. You don’t want to sour your time together with your burdens. Your pain, your nightmares, are your own to deal with.

“If you keep going you’ll fall to him first.” she counters. “You’ll die protecting one of those idiots in your group or some random civilian.”

“Thanks, Miss Fortune-teller.” you say, a tad irked at her blatant disregard for anyone who isn’t herself.

“I don’t have to be one to tell.” she gives you a sad smile. “It’s always the good ones that die. It’s always the monsters that win.”

You can’t help but wonder…

What made you this way?

…

You see now why emotions are considered a distraction on the battlefield. Even as you kill monsters, all you think about is her.

Come to think of it…

You’ve never seen her smile for real. What you’re looking for is a far cry from those smirks she throws around to bring people to their knees, or the sardonic ones she levels Lucian with. Even those she offers you behind closed doors have a shadow underneath them. It makes you wonder about what would make her happy enough to give a genuine smile.

When you happen across a shipwreck filled with valuables, you think this may be it. The Sentinels take what they need and agree to give the rest to Fortune to stay on her good graces.

Her whole ship lights up with the joy of riches. The crew is ecstatic. Laughter and cheers fill the deck.

And yet.

Her glee is pretend, just for the sake of her men. Her eyes are hollow.

When she eventually retreats to her cabin, you follow her and knock on her door. “It’s always open for you~” she calls from the inside, already in the company of a whiskey bottle.

You turn the key behind you, then lean forward with your hands on her desk, staring at her.

“Why this serious, sexy?” she asks. “Need me to help loosen you up a bit?”

“You need to part with the fetter, Sarah.” you state. “It affects you in ways you won’t notice or understand but it always does.”

“Ah, part with it so you and your crew of misfits can steal it from me? Hmm… no.” she chuckles.

“I care more about what it does to you than the fetter itself right now.” you try again. Only to fail again.

“That’s sweet, but I don’t trust you.” Talk about words being sharper than knives, sometimes. “Don’t take it personally; I don’t trust anyone.”

“What a joyful life this must be.” you bite back.

“Coin is joy for me, sweetheart.” she leans back in her plush chair, taking another swing from the bottle.

“You didn’t seem very happy to me, back there.”

She gives you a look and finally sets the whiskey down. “Come here. I’ll tell you a little secret about me.” she says, a tad more serious than before.

Cautiously, you step around the desk until you’re in front of her seat. Her hand shoots up like a bullet, then, taking hold of your jacket and dragging you down until the two of you are eye-level.

“You know what would really make me happy right now?” You feel her leg move up the inside of yours, deliciously slow, as she speaks… until she hooks her calf behind your knee and makes your weight fall onto it. “For you to shut up about fetters and concerns and go down on me.”

Fuck.

Deep down, to a small part of you not ruled by your hormones, you know using sex to avoid any sort of deeper conversation between you is unhealthy. You know an arrangement where there’s no trust is unhealthy.

Then again, the circumstances that brought you together are anything but healthy.

And what sort of pretty flower can burst forth, really, from a corrupted seed?

…

When you return from your mist-slaying, late in the evening, the crew is uneasy.

“Don’t bother the cap’n right now.” One of the men says. “She ain’t havin’ the best o’ days.”

You later find out that they had a run-in with an enemy fleet. That the Reaver King has resurfaced and is looking to claim Bilgewater for himself. Major shit is about to go down, the bounty hunters tell you and you do not want to be outsiders caught in the middle when it finally hits the fan.

You give Sarah her space until the need to check up on her becomes overwhelming.

One knock on the door. “Leave.” she hisses from within the office like a tensed cat. Another knock. “You have ten seconds before I put a bullet through your skull!”

“Can’t imagine I’ll be very attractive then.” you reply.

The door swings open; her eyes are the epitome of a raging storm. You’ve never seen her like this, so hateful and distressed… and it hurts to witness. “My ‘leave’ applies to everyone. You, included.”

“Cool.” you nod at her. Pause. “So… can I come in now?”

Sarah throws her hands up in exasperation, pivoting with an angry, whispered ‘whatever’. She paces across her cabin, an agitated lion one step away from pouncing. Her hands run through her fiery hair as though they cannot keep still.

“You need to leave Bilgewater asap and never come back.” You don’t know if she’s talking to you or thinking out loud. “You need to go. With or without the rest of them, I don’t care, just go!”

“What’s… gotten into you?” you dare ask.

“He’s back. He always comes back, no matter how many times I sink the bastard. It’s like he cannot die. He just won’t die!” her voice is raw with her rage. “You Sentinels fight the darkness but you don’t kill evil. Evil will still be here –rooted here— even if you win.”

You open your mouth but can’t find anything to say.

“I have to win my own war. I will be victorious no matter the cost, no matter the bloodshed.” Sarah goes on. “But I need to know that you won’t be here. Do you understand?!”

You just look at her, sad and frozen, trying to understand. There’s nothing you can say to ease what’s hurting her and nothing you can do. You’ve seen this wretched thing eat away at her every day since the moment you met. It’s too deeply engraved in her heart for you to hope to change it; and it has little to do with the fetter in her possession.

Sarah crosses the room in two large strides and grabs your biceps. She looks like she’s ready to throw you off her ship herself…

Until.

She pulls you into her arms, instead.

Tight, like she’s afraid you’ll be gone the moment she lets go, she holds you close. Her head is tucked into your shoulder, her nails press hard into your back. You slowly bring your hands up to encircle her waist in return.

“I’ve lost everything. He took everything from me. I won’t give him the chance to take you away, as well.” she says.

Oh. you think. She cares about you, after all.

If only that was a good thing for either of you.

…

You feel it, when the moment comes.

Maybe you’ve always felt it and just didn’t want to admit it.

When Sarah stands in front of Viego offering the lot of you up along with the fetter in exchange for his ruined power, you know the agony you feel, like a blade splitting you down the middle, is your own doing. There is nobody but yourself to blame for it. The others warned you. Your own instinct warned you.

You didn’t listen.

You wanted to trust her. Maybe even to love her.

But her hatred runs deeper than whatever measly thing you were to her.

As the mist shrouds Fortune and turns her red hair luminescent blonde, as it eats away at her colors until they’re all black and sickly green, until the eyes you knew turn cold and unfeeling, you feel something in you crack. Maybe it’s your faith. Maybe it’s your heart.

There’s a lesson to take from this, you’re sure, despite how your emotions choke you. Right now, though, you focus on avoiding her bullets and having your teammates’ backs in the rain of chaos that follows.

You end up deep in the water, bleeding, defeated. You and the other Sentinels have never been crushed by your losses, but it will take some time to pick up your pieces and continue onward until the end of your war.

You allow yourself one scream muffled in the dark sea.

When you swim to the shore and pull your body out of the mud, you are silent.

“Are you okay? I know that was harder for you than it was for us.” Riven lays a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m fine. I’ll let it hurt after we get Viego.”

For now, you can’t afford taking the pain of a broken heart with you on the battlefield.

Sarah. You later think. Now I understand why hurricanes are named after people.

#miss fortune #sarah fortune #miss fortune x oc #miss fortune x reader #sentinels of light spoilers #league of legends #fanfiction #creative writing #riven

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veryblushyswitch · 3 years ago

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☆ Fandom List ☆

Bold = Won’t write for, but part of fandom

Cartoons

☆ - Adventure Time + Distant Lands

☆ - Alvin and The Chipmunks

☆ - The Amazing Digital Circus

☆ - The Amazing World of Gumball

☆ - Arcane

☆ - Avatar The Last Airbender

☆ - BoJack Horseman

☆ - Clarence

☆ - Ed Edd n’ Eddy

☆ - Fionna & Cake

☆ - Gravity Falls

☆ - Hazbin Hotel

☆ - Helluva Boss

☆ - Hey Arnold! (show + movies)

☆ - Infinity Train

☆ - Legend of Korra

☆ - OK K.O Let’s Be Heroes

☆ - Over The Garden Wall

☆ - The Owl House

☆ - Phineas and Ferb (show + movies)

☆ - Ramshackle

☆ - Rick and Morty

☆ - ROTTMNT (show + movie)

☆ - Scooby Doo

☆ - South Park

☆ - Smiling Friends

☆ - Star vs The Forces of Evil

☆ - Steven Universe/Future (shows + movies)

Animated Films

☆ - A Goofy Movie + An Extremely Goofy Movie

☆ - Big Hero 6

☆ - Castle in the Sky

☆ - Howl’s Moving Castle

☆ - Kiki’s Delivery Service

☆ - Luca + Ciao Alberto

☆ - The Mitchells vs The Machines

☆ - Mulan

☆ - Mutant Mayhem

☆ - Ponyo

☆ - Princess Mononoke

☆ - ROTTMNT Movie

☆ - Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

☆ - Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

☆ - Spirted Away

Anime

☆ - Demon Slayer

☆ - Devilman Crybaby

☆ - Hunter x Hunter

☆ - Jujutsu Kaisen

☆ - My Hero Academia

☆ - One Piece

☆ - The Promised Neverland

☆ - Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

☆ - Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

☆ - Yuri On Ice

Live Action Shows

☆ A League of Their Own

☆ - Anne With An E

☆ - Freaks and Geeks

☆ - Heartstopper

☆ - I Am Not Okay With This

☆ - The Last of Us

☆ - The Mandalorian

☆ - Umbrella Academy

☆ - Stranger Things

☆ - Ted Lasso

☆ - That 70s Show

☆ - Wednesday

Comics/Webtoons

☆ - Boyfriends

☆ - Castle Swimmer

☆ - Encore!

☆ - Heartstopper

☆ - Kami Garcia & Gabriel Picolo Teen Titans

☆ - Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Video Games

☆ - Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

☆ - Little Nightmares

☆ - The Last of Us

☆ - Spiritfarer

Other Fandoms

☆ - 80s & 90s Movies

☆ - The Addams Family

☆ - Beetlejuice: The Musical

☆ - Deadpool

☆ - Horror Movies

☆ - IT Chapter 1 & 2

☆ - Monster High

☆ - Sander Sides/Thomas Sanders

☆ - Scooby Doo Live Action Movies

☆ - Scott Pilgrim vs The World

☆ - Scream

☆ - Sonic (live action movies) + Knuckles (series)

☆ - Star Wars

☆ - Studio Ghibli

#fandom #fandoms #fandom list #masterlist #masterpost #kind of

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sparktober · 3 years ago

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Sparktober Bingo 2021!

Back for a new generation: Sparktober Bingo!

Instead of coming up with an Atlantis-specific list of prompts, I compiled a bunch of 2021 -tober prompt lists into one google doc here. (Links to original prompt lists are on the google doc.) Add in a list of Atlantis episodes and...

How to play:

Choose a “flavor” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.

Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot, or use the html script if you’re familiar with using html on tumblr. Tag @sparktober if you want us to reblog it so everyone knows you’re playing!

Sparktober Bingo Rules:

Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go.

All fan-works are allowed: art, edits, fic, meta... bonus points to anyone who picks the “sprinkles” flavor and goes full mid-aughts by filling their bingo cards with 100x100 pixel icons.

You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you, and you can also go through the prompt list of your choice in advance to pull out squicks or things you absolutely won’t write. I recommend not googling unfamiliar words from your work computer.

Use the prompts liberally! Episode titles can be treated as the episode or as generic prompts (e.g. “Epiphany” can be for an episode-related fic or a prompt for an epiphany of your choice).

Flavor descriptions:

VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Trektober Gen, and Trektober Trek.

CHOCOLATE: Zesty prompt lists from Trektober NSFW, Kinktober, and Whumptober. The multiple-prompts-per-day from Kinktober and Whumptober have been broken into individual prompts.

CANDY CORN: Fall / holiday themed prompts from TUA-tober.

SPRINKLES: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with characters and a few Atlantis-specific prompts.

TWIST: All of the above! (You can also manually mix and match different flavors, of course.)

Text blocks to copy into the bingo card generator are below the cut. Enjoy!!

VANILLA

CHOCOLATE

A/B/O; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; Hide & Seek; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Pressure; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Nightmares; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex

CANDY CORN

Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Ghosts; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Halloween

SPRINKLES

Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

TWIST

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; A/B/O; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex; Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Lifeline; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

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