#top gun au bingo

[chicabae]

Top Gun AU Bingo Prompt 2

Free Space - Floydsin Cowboy AU - Moodboard prompt fill

"My trail out west always leads to you"

[iceman-maverick]

fic: top gun but it's the american revolution and they're on horses, not planes

fire and fleet and candlelight

“A favor,” Stinger smiles, “from the General,”

“Which General?” Mitchell says, head snapping to Nick.

Figures. Mitchell can lead a company of men through the jaws of hell and back without a single casualty but it's Nick, who couldn’t tell his musket’s barrel from its stock, whose name carries any weight.

[theorganizedmindd]

werewolf goose for the monsters square

@topgunalternateuniverse

[film-in-my-soul]

I know I arleady requested one, so feel free to ignore this, but if you are aaccepting more than one request from the same person, Soc-Med icemav?

I think this is what I meant, so I hope you like it!

.⋆｡°✩ Icemav Instagram shenanigans. ✩°｡⋆.

Ficlet Bingo! (Still Squares Left!)

[spacewinter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, "Dagger" Training Detachment Aviators & "Dagger" Training Detachment Aviators (Top Gun) Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Reuben "Payback" Fitch Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Immortals, Angels, Archangels, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Immortal Maverick, Archangel Iceman, Established Relationship, Fluff, Light Angst, Pining Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Getting Together, Minor Violence, Reveal, First Kiss, Action, Wings Series: Part 4 of bucky's TG AU bingo Summary:

Immortality, which was supposed to be a curse, became a blessing to Maverick when he met the archangel that'd become his lover, his everything. Now, millennia later, he's happy - especially since a few of his newly adopted aviators are also immortal. Their little family grows, even as Bradley's heart breaks - the man he loves is so painfully mortal, and so unreachable because of it

At least he is until a mission gone wrong and a delusional angel put them in danger

 or immortal au with archangel ice, Very Mortal hangman, pining bradley, and badly written action plot. and ofc a reveal

[icezansky]

a fic by Icezansky

chapter 1/1

rating: Explicit

summary: If he’s honest with himself (and he rarely is, when it comes to this) a secret part of him can admit what he won’t ever say aloud: he’d get on his knees for Pete “Maverick” Mitchell for far less than the promise of quiet weeknights.

relationships: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

tags: Alternate Universe - Fraternity, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Frat Boy Maverick, Noisy Neighbors, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Sexual Coercion, (sort of)

words: 6,389

[bluebellofbakerstreet]

A-Z Sherlock Fan Fiction Tropes Bingo

Many thanks to @swissmissing for creating this bingo card! Because I'm like that, I decided to go for a blackout bingo! And because, even as I was typing these, I kept thinking of more wonderful fics that would fit the brief, I hope to fill in my bingo card again. Writers are amazing and deserve to be lauded, and I have left off so many amazing fics and authors. Besides, we all need fic recs. 💙

AU/Amnesia The Murder of Emory J Amat by chriscalledmesweetie. Sherlock and John in 1920's AgathaChristieLand. It's a WIP but is currently updating weekly. (52k, T)

BDSM/Bodyswap - Certain Skills by NoStraightLine. John expressly told Sherlock that if he stole his gun again he’d get the fucking he was asking for. Sherlock “Boundaries Are Boring” Holmes stole John’s gun. (3k, E)

Crossover/Crack - Repo Men by Anyawen. In which Mrs Turner's married ones are James Bond and Q. Q is kidnapped; everybody is a BAMF. (7k, G)

Domestic/Disability A Building of Bridges by pengke. Alternate first meeting. No one would ever send Sherlock in to defuse a stand-off; but on one unlikely day, that’s exactly what happened. “Congratulations, Lestrade,” he called out sarcastically. “You’re traumatizing a war veteran.” (11k, G)

Established Relationship/Enemies to Lovers - Interview by bluebellofbakerstreet. In which the boys are in an 80's punk band, and are being interviewed by Rolling Stone. (2k, G)

Future/Fluff 50. Be You - No one Else Can by KittenKin. John's had a bad day and Sherlock doesn't know how to help. They both feel better at the end, and you will, too. (1k, G)

Gen/Genderswap - The Art of Communication by stillwaters01. Lestrade is receiving odd texts from Sherlock; he reads between the lines and brings help. (2k, T)

Historical/Humor - Acceptable Behavior by bbcatemysoul. Sherlock isn't really sure why John wants to shag him, but he's certain that if he's careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. (3k, M)

Illness/imprisonment -  Radioactive Trees in a Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor. Harrowing account of John's battle with mental health issues and addiction after - you know - everything. (280k, E)

Jealousy/Jilted - Hungry by LipstickDaddy. John can't figure out why Sherlock is being so nice to that new guy working with the yard. (7k, G)

Kids/Kink - The Alchemy of Sea Glass by reveling_in_mayhem. Salt and air and sand surrounded their little party of three. Crashing waves, gull cries, and the exhilarated exclamations of an excited three-year-old served as the soundtrack to a day filled with blue skies and bright sunshine. (22k, E)

Long/Love Triangle The Edinburgh Problem by snorklepie. “A nice holiday, just a bit more...murdery. ” John said drily. “Yes! The best kind of holiday!” Sherlock beamed. “So we won’t get bored!” (152k, E)

Magical Realism/Major Character Death Left by LifeonMars. John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. (45k, M)

NSFW/Next Gen. Warzone by abundantlyqueer. Three smutty stories that pick up where the first two episodes left off. (13k, E)

Omegaverse/Only One Bed - Scars Don't Lie by CumberCurlyGirl. The prospect of going undercover as husbands to a couples retreat is just too enticing to refuse. (33k, M)

Parenthood/Platonic The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow. Sherlock's top priority is The Work, just as it's always been ... in between trips to Putney to help with Rosie, collecting Rosie from school, and preparing for Rosie's sleepover at Baker Street. (32k, T)

Queer/Quest Dance With Me by TotallySilverGirl. Sherlock's queer quest for johnlock requires dancing, and some help from Sally Donovan. (28k, E)

Retirement/Road Trip - The Winter Garden by Callie4180. As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical. (31k, T)

Soulmates/Slow Burn Soul Mate by Mottlemoth. Mystrade. The words appeared on Mycroft's arm aged fourteen. He's now lived with the unfortunate words all his life, not certain that he even wishes to meet his soul mate if that's how the man talks. (4k, T)

Teen AU/Time Travel - The Curious Adventure of the Drs Watson by ShinySherlock. What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places? (40k, M)

Undercover/Unrequited - Last Call at the Homesick Pub by Chryse. During the hiatus, Sherlock is both undercover and suffering from unrequited love. (3k, T)

Vampires/Villain POV - Nine Tenths of the Law by bendingsignpost. John knows what's his - of course he'll kill for it. (Modern vampire AU) (18k, M)

Whump/Werewolves When Your Belly’s in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart. The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side. (4k, T)

Xenomorphism/Xmas - Ghost Stories by SwissMiss. Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something. (22k, M)

Zombies/Zoomorphism - Aim for the Head by Breath4Soul. Sometimes you don't really find yourself until everything has ended.A fic about finding love, healing, and purpose after everything has gone to hell. Still a WIP, but worth it. (44k, M)

[tgmsunmontue]

WHAT TO WRITE WEEKEND

(27th - 29th September)

THIS IS AN OPEN CASTING CALL. All numbers and letters are free game. Have at it. 1, 2, A through to T - give me up to three (3) and I'll give you a minimum of 250 words on each. Tracking words here.

WRITING GOALS:

To post a minimum of three things. ANY three things. Some things might be short and sweet. Others longer.

Sagas of Solitude 13/21 - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby (Last updated 22nd September)

Season to Taste 21/? Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin (Last updated 26th September)

A) Upon which our souls touch - 6/? - Hangster Fantasy AU (Last updated 7th September)

B) Never knew I was missing you - 1/? - Hangster AU with Jake a naval aviator and Bradley and A-list Hollywood star. They meet on a dating app. Famous and cat fishing that isn't cat fishing because online relationships are rife but...? (Tumblr idea) (Last updated 21st September)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - 4/? - Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic) (Last updated 1st September)

D) IceMav with unknown about children because the US Navy is evil and produced offspring because of genetics being a THING. (Tumblr ramblings)

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

F) Olympic AU - Jake and Javy are the Flyboys, a synchronised diving pair. Bradley is a gymnast.

G) Party of 5 AU - Jake raising his younger siblings and trying to run the family business and grieve the life he had started to build at College.

H) From the top 2/? - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together. AU divergent ish. (Last updated 23rd July)

I) Bradley runs away and joins the circus. Tumblr ramblings.

J) Barista Jake? Fleshing this out into a proper length fic? (HERE)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - 8/?Transformers cross-over for help me @yeagrave is 110% to blame for me adding this... (related to this post) (Last updated 13th September)

L) Hangster Sports Team AU with Hangster being ex-es and the trade deadline coming in hot and Bradley being traded in and all hell is about to break loose... Ramblings

M) Practical Magic AU (Tumblr ramblings)

N) Two guys in the mines hooking up... (Madness)

O) Long-distance/Zoom D&D players. (Madness)

P) Rooster is a shapeshifter trapped in his animal form? Crackity crack crack. (Madness)

Q) EMPTY SLOT 😱 OR IS IT???

R) IceMav Bingo of the Florist and Undercover agent variety.

S) Jake leaves Bradley at the alter and everyone is heartbroken. Including me.

T) Bradley a mechanic and Jake still an aviator. Hopefully a short little ficlet which is actually short. (Tumblr prompt/idea)

[topgunalternateuniverse]

Enjoy AUs? Love no-pressure events that put your fandom chops to the test? Check out Top Gun Alternate Universe Bingo!

Live on March 1st, 2024, this 4-month bingo event will put your love for these flyboy blorbos to the test with unique prompts and bingo card configurations.

Check it out now!

[chicabae]

Top Gun AU Bingo Prompt 3

Kink Party AU! Admirals and their favorite Captain

Moodboard prompt fill 18+ MDNI

"Age brings wisdom and knowledge...as well as new cravings"

[im-sorry-what-ii]

my latest attempt at a fic. tadaaa a multichapter icemav baker/mechanic au that i really hope i can eventually finish bc i really love the idea

my contribution to the @topgunalternateuniverse bingo, fill for the prompts Mechanic/Garage and Baker

[redfurrycat]

Chapter 13 from like a box of chocolates - The Regency AU, by Magdarko.

Read here.

A Lord & a Vicar.... 💖

-

There are only two Hangster Regency AU fics out there on AO3.

*mournful cry*

Know that if you write this trope, I'll basically be hand-kissing your fic and treat it right!

-

(The other one is Watching, I Keep Waiting by infinitejaust btw.)

🏆☑️🛩️Top Gun Comment Bingo🛩️☑️🏆

This fandom event goal is to spread love by commenting on fanworks to fill the bingo card we got.

I sadly forgot -due to RL issues- to keep track of the deadline AND the fics I had already read, so I decided to do it again on my own time… Because honestly?! The event is a wonderful idea, and I hope the @topguncommentbingo Mods will be able to organise it again! <3

I'm going to reblog this post each time I have a match, but here is my Bingo Card to complete!

Check the other Bingo Cards and the drabbles people got as prizes here! 😊

[late-to-the-party-81]

Finders Keepers - Chapter One

AN: Hey guys - I’m back with my first x Reader story in a few months and of course it’s Bucky. I hope you enjoy this multi-chapter futuristic adventure story, where some elements are complete rip-offs of other sci-fi franchises, lol

Beta’d by @mrs-illyrian-baby 

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me.

Bingo Fills - @buckybarnesbingo Square B5 - an Image of Bucky pointing down with a gun

Master list | BBB Master list

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Chapter word count: 2k

Chapter CW: Cyberpunk/Futuristic AU, Bucky being a dick, Reader has a prosthetic lower leg, world-building, mild angst, minor background PepperRhony.

Chapter 1 - Bucky fucking Barnes

April - 2206

“What are you doing here, dollface?”

You looked up, from where you were sprawled inelegantly on the floor after your fall, into the masked face of your worst enemy. Bucky Barnes.

He stood over you, pointing his stunner in the direction of your chest. It was menacing, but you knew that, at least at this moment in time, he didn’t actually mean it. You batted the weapon to the side with your hand and stood up, scowling at him the whole while.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m carrying out a Find for someone. What else?”

His ice blue eyes narrowed, but he holstered his stunner and you felt the last of your trepidation disappear. The neon lights from the buildings at the other end of the alley bounced off the plains of his face, highlighting his strong jaw and high cheekbones, despite the half mask he wore.

“Well, sweetheart, I think that you seem to be in my territory.”

You scoffed. “So what if I am, Buck-o? I’m a small potato in this business. Hardly a threat to your vast empire.”

Bucky stepped closer, the rainbow of lights shifting and illuminating the blue-black of his left arm, and unconsciously you wiggled the metallic toes of your right leg inside your boot.

“I didn’t get my vast empire by letting folk like you muscle in. You got something to find for someone, you do it elsewhere. That’s always been my rule and I’m not about to become a bleeding heart now, especially for you.”

You bent down, picked up your backpack and slung it back over your shoulder. “Heaven forbid that the great Bucky Barnes do something that benefits someone else, even if it doesn’t inconvenience him. But don’t get your panties in a wad - I didn’t find what I was after, anyway. See you never, Barnes.” 

Without waiting for him to respond, you turned your back on him and walked out of the alley into the bright lights of downtown, heading towards home. You weren’t stupid enough to head directly there though. You took a circuitous route, stopping at the Spectrum for a drink and to check for a tail. After thirty minutes of nursing the luminous concoction you’d ordered and people watching, you decided it was safe enough.

You doubled back the way you’d come, and ducked into an apartment complex in one of the most rundown areas of the city. As you jogged up the stairs you waved and smiled back at the other occupants you saw. Most knew who you were and what you did. People with skills like yours were invaluable. Reaching the top floor you walked past all of the apartment doors until you got to the small supply closet at the far end. Pressing your thumb to the padlock that was on the door until it clicked open, you entered the small space.

You’d done your best with your humble abode. There was a small cot to sleep on, a covered bucket for waste, a large bowl to wash in and then an array of handmade shelves taking up the rest of the space. These shelves were packed with high nutrient rations, the meagre possessions from your childhood and all the Finds you’d picked up because you knew someone would want them sooner or later; an intermix injector for a Mk 2 flyer, a converter for a top of the range holovision and various other easy to transport items. 

Was your accommodation legal? No, but you knew no-one in the building was going to rat you out to the mostly absent landlord. You did your share for the immediate community you lived with. Some folk were nice enough to let you use their washing facilities and in return you reimbursed them with any spare credits you had, or offered them discounts on your Finder’s fees for anything they might need to get hold of.

As you closed the door behind you, you let your backpack drop onto your bed, and locked yourself in. You then sat down and pulled out the Personal Access Display Device that, contrary to what you’d told Barnes, you’d managed to scavenge from one of the heaps on the edge of his territory. You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face at the fact that you’d managed to best him. It was just a shame that you hadn’t gotten in and out without him noticing. 

Your smile disappeared and your brow furrowed as your thoughts returned to the embarrassment of getting caught like that. Barnes had startled you, and in the dark you hadn’t seen who it was, so you’d run. You recalled the sounds of the heavy footsteps chasing you and the jolt of fear you’d felt. Fear that had then been tinged with dismay when a projectile hit your back. It didn’t do much damage, thanks to your backpack and leather jacket, but it had knocked you off your stride and you’d gone down, only to roll over and look up into his annoying face.

Snorting at the recent memory, you decided to put Barnes from your mind for the rest of the night. You pulled your mini HV out from under your cot and, after switching it on, hopped through the stations until you found one playing your favourite, trashy soap opera. The actors roamed around in front of you, and you smiled at their antics. 

With your entertainment sorted, you reached up onto one of the shelves and grabbed a random savoury ration pack. The text on the side of the silver packaging proclaimed that it was some sort of vegetable curry. You pressed the clicker on the side of the pouch to heat it up and while you waited you got out your tool kit. There was no point handing off the PADD if it didn’t work. You wouldn’t be able to build your reputation that way.

You spent your evening tinkering, laughing at the show and trying not to grimace at your dinner. But you were happy. You didn’t have a lot, but it was yours and still a lot more than some folks had. And when you went to sleep it was with a smile on your face, knowing you’d pulled one over Bucky Barnes.

You woke in the morning to the chiming from your personal comms device. You rolled over with a groan, stretching out your hand with your eyes still closed, until your fingers came into contact with the thin plastic. You cradled it to your chest for a few moments as you woke up the rest of your body, your eyes finally opening and working well enough to bring everything into focus. You brought up your messages and were overjoyed to find that you had a new commission. Someone wanted you to find a Fustan Convertor and you knew just where to find one. First, though, you had to get up, and deliver your Find from last night. That would mean credits and therefore some food that didn’t come out of a foil pouch. You’d managed to grab a shower yesterday, so today you’d settle with a strip wash. 

You sat up on your bed and swung both your legs - all one and half of them - over the edge,and shucked your sleep clothes. Your body started to pre-emptively shiver as you dipped your washcloth into your bowl of cold water and wrung it out. You started with the most delicate areas first - your face and then your stump.

You’d long come to terms with your limb difference, the result of an accident when you were a teenager, and we’re glad that you lived in a time when most folk had access to prosthetics that could easily give you back all the abilities of a flesh and blood limb. And it wasn’t just lost limbs either; people who’d lost their eye-sight could gain some semblance of vision back with the latest technology, and the deaf could get cochlear replacements. What hadn’t changed though was the cost of such things, and you knew that paying for your prosthetic was what had bankrupted your family, and why you were living where you were now.

With your ablutions dealt with, it was time to put your leg back on. First was the sensor net that plugged into nerve ports on your thigh and also covered your stump. It transferred signals to your prosthetic once you had it in place and stopped any rubbing against your skin. As always, there were a few moments of calibration, where you had to wiggle your toes and rotate your ankle, making sure everything was properly connected. Then it was time to get dressed and head out.

You carefully placed the PADD in your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, before unlocking your door, exiting and then re-locking it. You jogged down the stairs, in a good mood, and pushed through the exterior door out onto the street, pulling the hood of your coat over your head to protect from the seemingly permanent drizzle that misted over the city. 

It was only a couple of stops on the grav-train to get to your client’s lodgings, and you completed your transaction with a smile, the PADD handed off for those all important credits. Your next stop was breakfast. 

As you travelled back the way you’d come, your thoughts turned to the man that made your life a lot harder than it needed to be. When you’d first crossed paths with Bucky Barnes, having only heard the odd snippet about him, you’d hoped that you’d be able to make an alliance or at least a mutual understanding. That had all gone out of the airlock before you’d barely had a chance to open your mouth. He’d been immediately combative and rude, telling you to leave his territory, the unspoken threat of what would happen if you didn’t, hanging in the air between you.

You’d resolved then and there to make yourself just as well known as him, if not more, in this business, and if while doing that you trod on his toes, all the better. The guy thought he was the big ‘I am’, and deserved to be taken down a peg or two. No-one in your shared socio-economic bracket could realistically manage on their own for very long - partnerships were the way of the world.

The grav-train swayed to a stop and you walked up the steps and up into the dim light of daytime. You could just about make out the shapes of personal transport vehicles zipping through the sky above the fog that hung at the lowest levels of the city. You’d used them every so often when you were younger, but not enough for you to lose your fascination with them. The memories were hazy now, though. All that remained was the feeling of absolute freedom, and how quiet and clean it was up in the sky. However, for now, you’d just have to rely on your two mismatched feet, and the odd ride on public transport. It was therefore with those two feet that you made your way down the street towards your favourite diner, skipping around the puddles of suspicious liquids, and avoiding the pickpockets. 

Despite the daylight hours, Potts’ Diner was still brightly lit, the sign attached to the roof flashing, like a signal beacon. Luckily, there was nothing nefarious going on with the owners, Mr & Mrs & Mr Potts, unless you counted the time they attempted to add fish tacos to the menu - that had not been a good few days. 

When you’d first moved to the area, when it was clear you had to find a way of supporting yourself, this diner had been one of the first places you’d come. You’d been here before several times as a child, brought along by your parents for a treat. Mrs Potts and Mr James Potts were always so gentle and kind, and their husband, Mr Tony Potts, was always making you laugh and smile with his antics.

You jogged up the diner steps and the door whooshed open, the electronic rendering of a bell chiming as you stepped through, letting the three of them know that a new patron had arrived. You flashed a smile at Pepper as you passed where she was standing behind the counter and gestured towards your normal booth. She responded with a nod, before turning back to the customer she was currently serving. You slid into the booth, and took off your backpack and coat, stretching your legs out under the table. Your right leg whirred as the pressure on it was reduced and it went through a recalibration cycle.

You were just pondering whether to change up your usual order for one of James Potts’ specials, when a shadow fell across you. You looked up and gasped in surprise as the looming body bent down and slid onto the bench seat opposite you.

“Hey, doll. Fancy seeing you here.”

Bucky fucking Barnes.

Chapter two

Tag list: @christywrites, @alexakeyloveloki, @wolfsmom1, @doasyoudesireandlive, @sonatabee-blog, @goldylions, @galactusdevourerofworlds, @apenny4thots, @wheezy-stucky @km-ffluv

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Bind

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Male Character (Yes, Greg's back)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Sheriff Barnes has heard about some unsavoury activity going down at a local saloon, and he goes to shut it down. But sometimes these things don't go quite to plan. Especially when smooth-talking boys get their way.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 3408

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) Prejudices of sex work, smut, punishment turns into sex, BDSM including restraint and impact play, loss of virginity, inexperienced sex with a very experienced lover, loss of virginity. Kind of dub-con vibes? But not? The consent is very enthusiastic.

𝐀/𝐍 -> Largely written for the Build-a-Bucky bingo, hosted by @buckybarnesevents! This was fun to write, and was... A bit different. I don't usually go so far into sadism, but it was interesting!

Prompts fulfilled: - ’AU: Wild West’, ‘Pet Names’, ‘Sleepy Sex’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (April), @buckybarnesevents - ‘Bind’ – Dick-or-Treat, - ‘Caning’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition), - “You Loved It.” and ‘Bondage’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Flight Edition), - “It ain’t gonna suck itself.” – @anyfandomkink Bingo, - ‘Sex is Evil, and I Am Horny’ – @multifandom-flash – Taboo – 6047 - ‘Rough Sex’ – Multifandom Flash – New Year NSFW - ‘Too Kinky to Torture’ – Multifandom Flash – Halloween – 5037 - ‘Hickies’ – @sebastianstanbingo, - ‘Nice Ass’ – Sweetheart Bingo @sweetspicybingo.

Read it below or on AO3 here. Adorable divider by @jiyascepter! Cards at the end <3

Sheriff Barnes shouldered his way through the saloon doors, pale eyes casting around the space as silence descended quickly.

“You know why I’m here,” he noted, low voice carrying in the hushed room. “I’d gotten rid of their kind once already – and you, you bunch of heathens�� You brought them back, didn’t you?”

Gazes lowered guiltily, avoiding the man striding slowly into the centre of the room. He cut an intimidating figure, despite the left arm absent from the shoulder down – his hand rested on the gun slung at his waist, and the scent of gunpowder and horse sweat hung around him like an aura.

Women swooned as he passed, but he paid them no mind – his attention was singularly focused on the bedraggled man behind the bar, rubbing nervously at the glass in his grasp with a dingy cloth. “Where is he?”

A trembling thumb jerked at the stairs behind him, throat bobbing nervously, and the Sherriff nodded curtly, rounding the weathered wood in silence.

The stairs creaked under the leather of his boots, footfalls steady and unfaltering. The hall at the top was dim and dank, punctuated by the sound of skin on skin and soft, rapturous gasps.

“Yes – just like that, oh my…”

Barnes curled his lip, drawing the pistol from its holster, the grip resting between index finger and thumb as he reached for the doorknob.

The odour of sex and debauchery in the room was almost overpowering, and the Sherriff raised his hand to his face automatically as he took in the scene before him.

The sight of a muscular backside tensing as it thrusted roughly made the Sherriff’s mouth run dry, jaw clenching. “Enough,” he growled, taking another step further into the room, gun half-raising in preparation.

“Can you come back in five minutes? We’re almost done here,” came a glib reply, the hint of an accent curling around the words, punctuated only subtly by the sharp breaths of its owner’s exertion, though the flexing buttocks remained unfaltering as he addressed the intruder. Barnes hissed distastefully, moving closer to grab the man by his shoulder and jerk him backwards.

The woman on all fours before him cut off her cacophonous cries of pleasure, scrabbling away to cover herself with the threadbare sheets. “Oi! Do you mind? I paid for an hour!”

The Sheriff turned his icy gaze to her, glaring hatefully, and realisation paled her features, sending her scrambling to her feet, scooping up her clothes as she fled the room.

The man simply settled back, reclining onto his hands with a frown, seemingly unabashed by his nudity – or the erection still resting against his abdomen, twitching subtly. “If you’re going to scare off my clientele, I hope you’re intending to step in a s substitute.”

Barnes curled his lip, diverting his gaze. “Get dressed. You’re coming back to the station. Maybe a few nights in a cell will cure you of this… Perversion.”

The man simply laughed in response, raising an eyebrow. “Can I at least deal with this myself first, if you’re not going to lend me a hand?” His fingers wrapped languidly around his length, a soft sigh falling between parted lips as the Sheriff narrowed his eyes.

“Stop that.”

“You seem awful- mm… A-Awful repressed, Sheriff… Maybe we could help each other out…” The man’s lids fluttered as he caressed himself more firmly, while Barnes’ fingers tightened around his gun, only the whitening of his knuckles betraying his unease.

“You have nothing I want,” he snapped, earning another laugh from the man on the bed.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” He released himself with a gentle sigh, moving carefully to the end of the bed, his movements fluid and cautious, seemingly reluctant to scare away the prone lawman. “Have you ever been with a man, Sheriff? Ever been with someone who knows what men like?”

“I- No. I have- I had a betrothed. Not that it’s any business of yours,” he added scathingly, but his glare was less venomous, softening to something curious as he watched the man before him slide to his knees, gazing up at him with wide brown eyes.

“I bet the infamous Sheriff Barnes has never felt what it’s like to have his cock buried between a pair of pretty lips… It’s so warm and soft, Sir… Feels so good…” He’d gotten close to the Sheriff without the other man realising, licking his lips slowly. “I want to make you feel good… You work so hard for the community… You deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Barnes nodded weakly, enchanted, for just a moment, in spite of himself, as the man on his knees reached for his belt. Sense came at the feeling of his holster’s weight leaving his hips, and he snapped from his reverie with a growl, hand clenching in the other man’s hair to toss him to the floor. “Don’t you dare to touch me, whore,” he spat, standing stiffly over the sprawled, nude figure. “I’m not some common tart you can bewitch.”

“My name is Greg,” the man huffed, shifting upright, “and you can manhandle me all you like, Snowflake. I like it rough.”

The Sheriff’s jaw set, a gleam of something unknowable passing over his pale eyes, insulted by the play on his alias. He was known only as ‘Winter’ now – a pseudonym born in pain and blood through years of suffering, given to him to represent the coldness of his soul. Who was this boy to tease him? “Is that so?” he clarified softly, earning a stubborn nod from the man – Greg, it seemed. “Then perhaps I’ll opt for a more corporal form of punishment. Let’s see if I can’t made someone even as deviant as you scream.”

Greg’s eyes widened minutely, a flicker of uncertainty visible for just a heartbeat, but it passed quickly, replaced with the same cocky smirk. “Bring it on, Sheriff.”

Winter answered with a snarl and leant down, grasping the sprawled man by the throat and lifting him easily, tossing Greg carelessly onto the bed, his bare back exposed and shimmering with a  thin sheen of sweat. He had the good sense not to move as Barnes slowly rounded the room, the only motion coming from his gaze as he tracked the Sheriff, an edge of wariness in his eyes despite the excitement evident in the flush of his skin and the subtle trembling of his muscles. Winter hummed under his breath, standing directly in the other man’s eyeline as he unbuckled his belt. “You’re a whore.”

“And proud,” Greg replied evenly, unfaltering expression making Barnes’ lip curl.

“You disgust me,” the Sheriff sneered, the leather strap passing from his hips with a snap.

“Yet you seem awful eager to get your pants off,” Greg smirked. “Maybe you’re not quite as pure as y-”

The man interrupted himself with a grunt as the Sheriff’s buckle met his back, slicing readily into the skin. But he barely blinked, gaze steady on the man standing over him. “Are you finished?” Winter asked softly, the belt curled loosely in his hand. Greg simply smiled, seemingly unphased, and the Sheriff laughed – a low, dirty sound – and shook his head. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Been a while since anyone took a belt to me,” the sex worker replied with a shrug, stretching out his arms above his head, sighing luxuriously. “I’ve missed it.”

Winter weighed the buckle in his hand once more, humming thoughtfully, his eyes casting around the room for inspiration. It wasn’t until his gaze landed on the poker by the fireplace that it lit up, and he dropped the belt, leaving the leather forgotten where it lay as he armed himself with his new tool. “Perhaps this will bring a little more pain to your pleasure...” he murmured, fingers curling almost lovingly around the iron. Greg simply watched without reaction, save the subtle bob of his throat when the Sheriff drew back his arm.

The blow was enough to bruise almost immediately on impact, and the man yelped, fingers curling in the sheets. But Winter only smiled, laying strike after strike, until the smooth skin was a patchy network of black and blue, warm under the Sheriff’s touch as he trailed a palm over the beaten flesh.

Not once had Greg begged for mercy, his only sounds the occasional grunt or cry of pain, his muscles beginning to tremble at the effort of keeping himself upright. But the Sheriff’s hand on him brought out a soft sniff, and he raised his face from the sheets, splotchy and damp from tears, but his eyes no less determined and stubborn. “Why?” the Sheriff asked softly, head cocked, genuine curiosity colouring his features.

“It brings me joy,” Greg replied weakly, his voice cracking from the force of his muffled exclamations. “It brings joy to others. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“It's hedonism,” Winter quipped, jaw setting once more. “You’re risking your immortal soul for-”

“I’m risking a vague, unproven concept of eternal bliss for guaranteed happiness and pleasure. And if there is a judge of our actions, how can spreading happiness go against me?” Greg asked softly, his interruption overlooked as the Sheriff contemplated his words.

Winter’s eyes held the other man’s steadily, fingertips dancing lightly over the bruised skin once more. “And this?” he clarified, sparing a glance at the marks he’d made. “How does this bring anyone joy?”

Greg’s mouth moved silently for a moment, and then he frowned. “I... Don’t know, exactly. All I know is that offering myself up to be beaten and bruised and fucked without mercy is one of my favourite things in the world. It’s all so... Feral. Pulsing with desire and hunger and need. You feel it too, don’t you?” he added, head cocked slightly as he considered the man before him – a man he was, after all, despite all pretences otherwise. “When you were hitting me, I could feel you getting into it. I know what that’s like.” He licked his lips uncertainly as he slid his torso from the bed, settling on his knees with a subtle wince as he turned to face the man standing over him. “Your heart racing... Blood pumping... Every thought on the now, on the bruises and the adrenaline and the next lash, the next fix...” He looked up at the Sheriff through his lashes, demure and obedient. “The feeling of ownership and control – ‘here is this pretty creature who will do anything I tell him to, even if he can’t walk at the end of it’. It’s more intoxicating than any liquor that has ever passed my lips. And the feeling of being owned, of surrendering that control... That’s equally so.”

Winter considered him for a moment longer, head tipped to one side. The boy did look beautiful like this – his cheeks flushed, unable to settle comfortably with his ass on his heels, eyes wide and cock still straining. His fingers were tender as he lifted the Greg’s chin, pale gaze searching the mahogany depths imploringly. “... Prove it.”

“I-I’m sorry?” Greg stammered, blinking in surprise. He knew he’d had an impact on the Sheriff, but the words were still unexpected.

“Prove it,” Winter repeated, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Prove to me just how joyful this can be, and I won’t arrest you.” Greg arched an eyebrow, and the fingers on his chin tightened at his insolence. “Well?”

“I’d love to,” the man breathed, eyes wide with excitement. “I’d be honoured to be used by you, Sir.”

The Sheriff let out a soft, breathy groan, shifting his fingers to Greg’s hair. “Show me how you put that smart mouth to work, boy. Let’s see if your tongue is as quick when you’ve got a mouthful.”

The whimper of pleasure that escaped the kneeling man was almost inaudible, but the way his cock twitched with need didn’t go unnoticed, earning a smirk from Winter as Greg fumbled with his buttons eagerly, jerking down the Sheriff’s trousers to whine at the sight of the half-hard cock only a thin layer of cotton from his touch. His fingers ghosted over the bulge, earning a sharp intake of air from the man stood over him, and he shuffled closer as he slid down the fabric.

The Sheriff’s cock twitched steadily as it filled, encouraged by the presence of the man kneeling so eagerly at his feet, but it was already a significant size, eliciting a whine from Greg. “Sir... Such a treat...”

“Enough talking,” Winter snapped, tugging him closer by his hair with a growl. “It ain’t gonna to suck itself.”

The submissive man nodded eagerly, licking his lips before taking the tip in his mouth slowly. Winter’s head fell back, eyes closing as he let out a rapturous groan. The sound only increased as Greg’s head shifted nearer, his length sliding along the sex worker’s tongue slowly, hands finding his hips to anchor him close.

Greg rumbled appreciatively around the Sheriff’s cock, his own eyes shut in pleasure, moving patiently and expertly as the length between his lips thickened and hardened further. Winter, in his inexperience, began to pant and tremble quickly, hips jerking without rhythm, and the sex worker knew the signs well enough to take him deeper, swallowing around the Sheriff’s length to allow it to slip into his throat.

The motion was enough to drive the Sheriff over the edge, pressing himself deeper, back arched as the soft, snug heat of Greg's throat encased his cock irresistibly. His groan was deafening and broken as he spilled his seed inside his willing pet, nails digging into dark hair and pricking the skin beneath.

Greg gasped for breath when Winter eventually drew back, both men shaking with the effort and pleasure of the moment. The Sheriff’s fingers loosened haltingly, cramped and aching from his fierce grip, and he smoothed the tufts of hair he left sticking upright. “Th-that was, uh.... G-good. That was good,” Winter breathed, his voice cracking from the comedown, and the man beneath him purred happily.

“I’m glad, Sir...” Greg murmured back, running his tongue over his lower lip slowly. “Anything else I can do to service you?”

Winter let out a quiet whine before clearing his throat hard, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat at those pretty brown eyes, blown wide with lust, gazing up at him adoringly. “On the bed.”

Greg obeyed immediately, scrambling into position, fingers twitching to caress his aching cock – but the submissive was too well-trained for such behaviours. Despite this, Winter’s eyes narrowed at the wandering hands, and he reached for his belt where it had fallen, moving towards the man sprawled and offering himself willingly. He passed the belt around his wrists and through itself, looping through the flimsy bed frame and back through the buckle to hold his prey fast.

Greg simply whined and squirmed, until a firm hand on his throat pinned him. “Roll,” the Sheriff breathed, ghosting his lips lightly over the other man’s before releasing him. Winter smirked as his pet offered his ass willingly, marvelling at the array of colours marring his skin. “Nice ass,” he purred, earning a delighted wriggle. His fingertips grazed over the plethora of shades, eliciting a gasp and groan when he squeezed the proffered flesh firmly. “You do this a lot... I’m assuming I don’t need to take it slowly with you...”

Greg shook his head fiercely, fingers curling in his bonds. “No, Sir. I can handle it.” Winter murmured his praise as he fisted his cock, eyes on the bruises he’d caused, already half-hard once more at how freely this man offered his body for destruction and free use. It took only a few strokes for him to become impatient, hungry for his pet – who was squirming desperately, his breath coming almost in pants as he whined quietly. “Please, Sir... Please...”

Winter swallowed as he positioned himself behind his plaything, lining his head with Greg's opening and pushing in slowly – not for the benefit of his pet, but to revel in the moment, eyes fluttering as the tight ass stretched around his length, drawing out a groan of pure pleasure from the shuddering submissive and enraptured Sheriff both.

“So fucking tight for such a slut,” Winter hissed as he buried himself to the hilt, leaning forward to apply his own bites to the bruise-peppered neck of his pet, a hand between the shoulder blades keeping the squirming man still as he shifted patiently. “I can see the appeal...”

“Please- fuck...” Greg whimpered, wriggling as best he could, and the Sheriff snorted.

“Had enough already?”

“No! God, no, please- please, just fuck me-” He cut himself off with a moan of relief as Winter’s hips met his harder, fingernails digging into the skin as he set up a steady rhythm against the submissive’s bruised flesh.

“So eager, even when you’re so broken...” The Sheriff leant in again, this time to trail his tongue along Greg’s sweat-damp jaw. “You’re delicious.”

“Please, Sir- I can-can’t take it, please- Just touch me, please... O-or let me touch myself... It’s too good, and I’m so cl-” Another cry spilled from his lips as the Sheriff increased his pace, slamming into his beaten ass with reckless abandon as his fingers shifted to undo the belt holding his pet still, before wrapping around his throat and pulling him back against his chest.

“Show me how much you love this,” he purred, his pace unfaltering as his submissive stammered his gratitude, fingers wrapping quickly around his leaking cock to stroke himself with deft expertise. “That’s it, boy. Mewl for me like a good whore, and I’ll give you what y-you want...”

The Sheriff cursed himself for his stammer, borne of the pleasure of Greg’s tight body wreathe around him like a vice, the submissive’s utter surrender to his command intoxicating.

But the stumble was quickly forgotten as Greg arched against him, muscles quivering around the Sheriff’s cock as his pet rutted frantically, his own essence spilling over the sheets as he sobbed his pleasure. The combination of the sex worker’s joy and enjoyment at turning himself over fully, the sense of control and power he had been offered, and the physical sensations of his lover spasming in his grasp sent the Sheriff descending freely into his own climax, burying his sob of pleasure in a neck proffered for sacrifice.

The boys fell asleep in a mess of tangled sheets and slick skin, pressed together with barely any space between their bodies.

When the Sheriff awoke, it was to a sharp stab of anxiety – but Greg’s tender touches quickly eased any worry from his mind, replaced with soft sighs and a sleepy haze of pleasure. When Winter took him again, it was an act of gentleness and reciprocity, their bodies rocking together, the more experienced man guiding the other’s clumsy hand around his cock, showing him how to caress someone else, his careful tutelage rapturously absorbed and enacted without hesitation.

When they eventually peeled themselves apart, Greg stood with a grunt, arms arching over his head, his multicoloured backside on full display and earning a wince from the man still sprawled on the bed. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, and his lover glanced at him for a moment, brow furrowed before he chuckled with realisation, trailing a palm over his bruised skin.

“This? Sweet boy, this is nothing. I’ve had worse without complaint. I had so much fun,” he assured the Sheriff with a grin, eliciting an uncertain smile in response.

“Perhaps I’ll have to try it from your perspective next time,” he replied hesitantly, licking his lips with nerves. Greg paused, shirt halfway down his torso, and leaned forward to brush his lips over Winter’s.

“I think you’d have fun letting go of that control sometime, Snowflake…” He smiled, trailing a tender fingertip over the Sheriff’s jaw. “And it’s nice to know you want there to be a next time. … You loved it, didn’t you?”

Winter hesitated for a moment, his gaze still betraying his uncertainty, before the darkness cleared and he nodded firmly. “I did. And yes- I’d really, really like there to be a next time.”

Greg smiled, straightening and stretching again. “So… I guess I’m not arrested?”

Sheriff Barnes snorted, pushing a hand through his hair and leaning back against the sheets. “No, Greg. You’re not arrested.”

[hanakihan]

to follow @i-bring-crack, here i present you all

Sung Jin-Woo / Woo Jin-Chil Weird AU WIPs Bingo (because my fantasy runs wild)

Fatal Frame AU: Jin-Chul disappears on assignement to investigate disappearance of people near small village. Jin-Woo, worried, plagued by nightmares and paranoid over moving shadows in their shared apartment, goes to find Jin-Chul himself. He had no idea that he’s Abyss’ creation that helped It to find and seek back what belongs to It. Jin-Chul was the only survivor in sacrificial night because his mother helped him to escape and ritual failed, entire village consumed in eternal darkness that froze this place in time. Jin-Woo, fighting with his nature as Abyss’ creation, arrives at sacrificial altar, where remaining piece awaits, clad in white and reds. The question is, will he succumb to shadows and finish ritual that failed or will defy his fate.

Houseki no Kuni AU: Clinohumite (Jin-Woo) is a right hand for Gray Diamond (Go Gun-Hee), not the hardest yet not the most fragile of gemstones. Being the one to keep track of all gemstones and their schedules, it falls on him to find always sneaking Alexandrite (Jin-Woo) and finally assign him a proper task. Game of hide and seek results in first proper meeting, the best fighter among them all that catches Clinohumite from falling and breaking, while shining purple eyes laugh at him. Since Clinohumite won by finding him, Alexadrite arrives next day at meeting in clear blue glory, under different light he changes his color and slightly personality. Clinohumite once was on Moon and returned from it barely whole but has no memories of it, because Alexandrite was his initial partner on patrol duty until he failed to save Clinohumite from abduction and that’s why he avoids him, ashamed of his previous weakness.  Clinohumite’s abduction resulted in appearance of other self in Alexandrite (basically pre Monarch awakening Jin-Woo as blue hue Alexandrite at day and Shadow Monarch Jin-Woo as purple hue Alexandrite at night).

Idol AU: Jin-Chul wanted to be a normal office clerk, not to work as an idol manager. He lacks enthusiasm but he gets the job done, but even then he decides that he’ll quit after his final assignment. Final assignment happened to be the most popular Idol in South Korea - Sung Jin-Woo, who, compared to other Idols, is actually nice and easy to manage. Poor Jin-Chul has no idea what a disaster Jin-Woo is, especially after Jin-Chul caught his eyes.  ‘After our contract ends i’m going to retire’ ‘Oh great i plan to graduate from idol industry and take a vacation with you’ ‘Congratulatio-- WAIT WHAT’ And Jin-Woo’s graduation alnum was full of love songs that broke top charts in less than a day.

Absolute Being Incarnation AU: No matter what, Shadow Monarch seeks his God, while God seeks familiar presence. They both awakened through pain and suffering, but in the end they’re together after lifetimes of separation. They’re Origin and Finality of everything, but most of all, they’re two pieces that perfectly match. 

Gacha AU: Jin-Woo was a prime example of pop-culture illiterate. And then apparently Jin-Ah drags him into gacha hell where in addition to his Shadow Monarch title he earns The Supreme Whale title and he absolutely doesn’t regret speding money on 2D husbando when in theory he can have 3D one. Two pining dorks whaling the hell out of game for each other’s content because they’re afraid to speak about their feelings in real life.

Childhood sweethearts AU: Jin-Chul was a white crow that other kids avoided. That is until a really cute boy approached him and asked if he wants to play. Jin-Chul had a thought to be rude so other boy will leave him alone but honestly it won’t hurt to play with a child who’s younger by some years? After that they were playmates for some time because Jin-Chul’s orphanage took kids out to play in park, and one day this boy gifted Jin-Chul really cute but clearly child made plushies of himself and that boy, and Jin-Chul almost cried because no one gifted something directly to him and for him. And boy had courage to propose to him despite being at least head shorter and younger, and Jin-Chul told him to grow up first. That was their last meeting, but Jin-Chul still held those plushie dolls dear to his heart, caring and repairing them when time came. Jin-Woo never forgotten that lonely but pretty boy from childhood to whom he promised to marry once he grows up, and deducted it was Jin-Chul after seeing those old plushies that are clearly taken good care of.  ‘If that boy from years ago to propose to you again, will you accept?’ And Jin-Chul silently drops plushies he was holding, seeing a fine man that still look at him with same admiration and affection just like that pure boy on playground.

Howl’s Moving Castle AU: Jin-Chul is a workaholic who rarely rests, but he still finds time to be kind to people. After unknowingly helping a Shadow Monarch in disguise, he gets cursed by other Monarchs for contacting with exiled one. Now it’s up to Shadow Monarch to return a kindness favor to human who got caught in this mess and fall in love with warmth and brightness of his soul despite his eldery appearance. Also there’s definitely a scene of Jin-Woo lovingly stroking Jin-Chul’s golden locks as man becomes youthful in his sleep again wrapped in blankets near fireplace.

Hades and Persephone AU: Under request of Gun-Hee (Demeter), Jin-Chul (Persephone) visits Underworld to welcome and help new God - Jin-Woo (Hades), since Jin-Chul knew previous Shadow Monarch and helped him from time to time to run things in Underworld. Because Jin-Woo had no idea, he accidentially fed Jin-Chul food from Underworld. Jin-Chul found a solution, thus creating seasonal cycle. Jin-Woo feels bad about his mistake and doesn’t notice how he fell in love with god of spring and nature.

Frog Prince AU: Jin-Woo is a soon to be heir to a kingdom, and he needs a spouse. Unfortunately, he’s not interested in getting married when whole country is open for explaration. In the end, his parents make him to shot an arrow - where it lands, there will be his spouse. Jin-Woo finds his arrow in swamps and near his arrow is an ordinary looking frog. Ashamed to lie to his parents, he brings frog back to palace, where he becomes an object of laughter. Heir’s spouse shall go through trials to show their skills, but seeing that heir brought a frog with him, no one took it seriously. But surprisingly, each morning Jin-Woo found each required item made with utmost care. Jin-Woo goes to bed ready to be a laughterstock next evening because there will be a ball to congratulate him on his engagement on swamp frog, but before falling asleep he feels someone stroking his head and whispering to wait for him at ball night. At that same night instead of a frog a beautiful man enters the room, a shining brilliance that adresses Jin-Woo as his future husband who took a good care of him while he was small and weak. Jin-Woo later finds and burns frog skin making things worse, because Jin-Chul was a cursed missing adopted prince that king Gun-Hee tried to find for years. Now it’s up to Jin-Woo to lift the curse and fix his mistakes.

Palace intrigue AU (Heavily inspired by Kusuriya no Hitorigoto and Cinderella): Jin-Chul’s parents were high ranked prostitutes in red light district that raised him in brothel. By sheer luck and because brothel owner knew General Go Gun-Hee by old friendship, he ended up in his care as a right hand man. By no mans Jin-Chul was a best educated man, but he knew basics enough to preform taks given to him. Who would’ve known that during his visit to palace with Gun-Hee he’ll manage to save princess Jin-Ah from being poisoned? Apparently brothel knowledge comes in handy when someone tries to assassinate someone. And just like that a faceless soldier with no name behind him and no education gains a favor of the Emperor, whom almost no one saw. And on top of that some palace minister, who happens to be Gun-Hee’s friend, has a tendency to drag Jin-Chul into problems while Gun-Hee laughs on background because while Emperor Jin-Woo is in disguise to escape his obligations as a ruler of a nation, it’s still hilarious to see that sparkle in Emperor’s eyes when your adopted son scolds the Emperor for doing something dumb.

IB-inspired AU: Jin-Chul is a busy salaryman, but when given free tickets to attend an art gallery dedicated to famous missing painter Sung Jin-Woo who had a very distinct style focusing on blues and purples, he attended. Too caught up in admiring art pieces, Jin-Chul doesn’t notice changes in gallery and accidentially falls into one of paintings. Ending up in reverse gallery with nothing but a vibrant yet dead looking yellow rose he wanders around and tries to avoid hostile Shadow series paintings that came to life. In the end Jin-Chul finds missing painter - albeit he has some memory issues. But then also he finds that Jin-Woo made a themed self portrait for Shadow Series before his disappearance titled ‘Shadow Monarch’. Now Jin-Chul questions who’s real and who’s impostor while questioning if the person he bonded with is the real Sung Jin-Woo or a pretending Shadow Monarch.

Genderswap AU: Jin-Chul never understood what Hunter Sung found in her - he got the looks, the power, everything he can desire at this point, he’s surrounded by best looking hunters out there, yet despite it all he follows her around, a workaholic, constantly tired and not best looking person out there. She’s tall and too sharp for a dream girl, no curves and softness, only sharp angles and muscle, no skirts and heels, only suits and occasional loafers. She even gets confused for a man most of the times so yes, what Hunter Sung potenially could’ve found in her is a complete mystery for her.  On side note if both are women, Jin-Woo domineering the fuck out of men but chosing bae over hoes because she has her lesbian priorities okay and because chairman’s right hand lady is so fun to tease

Nier AU: After fall of humanity, two Androids - B1 (Jin-Woo) and A8 (Jin-Chul) - continue to wander on Earth trying to fulfill their mission despite no need. B1, who in reality happened to be E1 type Android and A8 - an old model - locate and destroy Monarchs - signle A.I. units that stop Earth from self regenerating. They succeed, but in the end, nothing is left on them, empty falling apart shells that want to meet their end together, because maybe they found humanity while it ceased to exist? /whoever gets why there’s numbers 1 and 8 ilu

Titanic (kinda?) AU: a rich class young master and an ordinary overworked coal covered engineer meet on luxurious cruise ship even though they were never supposed to. What can go wrong on nighttime when both of them meet and talk without social boundaries surrounded by lull of waves? As a part of engineering team Jin-Chul stays on sinking ship and after securing his family Jin-Woo having none of this self sacrificial shit because Jin-Chul has people he cares about too.

Gambler/Organized crime AU: Investigator Jin-Chul having a cold case on his hands - and potentially, the Shadow Monarch, one of Monarchs that rule underground criminal world in Korea, has needed leads to finally solve it, so killing spree can be ended. Once a month his syndicate organizes gambling night - a type of gambling battle royale between participants and Shadow Generals for winning and having a chance to have an audience with unreacheable Shadow Monarch. Jin-Chul, desperate to find a lead, signs in as a participant and slowly climbs him way towards victory, avoiding death along the way. Surprisingly, he gets small aid from ‘benefactor’ who seems benevolent enough. Jin-Chul survives the night and has a meeting with a mysterious Shadow Monarch, who’s curious what a government dog (heh--) is doing in such place and why going to such lenghts. Jin-Chul saw Monarch’s face and learned his name over a cup of herbal tea and didn’t even thought how he’ll walk out of here alive after that. It was written all over his face and Jin-Woo had best laugh in years because of that and after drugs kicked in and exhausted Jin-Chul fell asleep, Jin-Woo spared him, curious of what Mister Investigator will do and will his actions shake Monarchs balance in underground world. 

Benelovent God AU (Crane's Return of a Favor inspired): Jin-Chul led a simple life as a peasant - there was food on his table and his adopted father was well, and that was enough for him. One night he got lost and stumbled upon a butterfly field, pleace clad in darkness yet luminated by flapping wings of blue butterflies. In middle of it grew an old majestic tree and right under it was almost destroyed altar. Jin-Chul, feeling tired after field work, tidied place a little and prayed to unknown god, asking for forgiveness and a chance to sleep near tree. Next day he wakes up covered by expensive looking robe and with butterflies sitting on him, but instead of taking anything, he draps it over altar and even leves small offering from remaining food he had. Jin-Chul continues to visit that altar and take care of it, eventually sharing how his day went or his troubles while doing work here, and when that happened, one of butterflies always ended up following him back home only to disappear later. With time his household started to flourish and life in village became so much better, and Jin-Chul one day asked if unknown god wants something in return for shown kindness and unknown god finally manifests, replying that Jin-Chul showed kindness first even though he had no idea to whom he prayed. It was kindness of a stray human that awakened a sleeping god that fell in love.

Fashion industry AU: Who would’ve thought that an average looking manager will catch worldwide known fashion designer’s eye? Jin-Woo was having a slump of ideas, none of best models inspired him, he had no one to model for his recently released collection photoshot. Enter Jin-Chul who was just accompanying one of models to end up dressed up and groomed for a photoshot under careful eye of essentric fashiom designer Jin-Woo. And then he gets an offer to be Jin-Woo’s personal model for next collection? Cue sexual tension during a simple measurements taking scene--

Blind and Mute AU: Jin-Chul was born blind. Jin-Woo became mute because of trauma. Two of them meet in a park, awkwardly sitting on a bench. Jin-Woo helps Jin-Chul to navigate around new places while Jin-Chul talks with Jin-Woo without demanding answering back. They grow comfortable around each other and their communication method is touch, two become function as one, comfortble and complete.

Villain/Hero AU: Jin-Chul was absolutely unfortunate enough to be selected as a Hero that will go and slay Shadow Monarch. Turns out Shadow Monarch is a bored shut-in who didn’t even leave his lands and has no idea that someone does crimes under his name. Entire misunderstanding gets resolved with a good cup of tea and Shadow Monarch decides it is time to socialize after being a shut-in for 1000 years. Jin-Chul thinks it was a bad idea. Jin-Woo says that hero now can rest since Shadow Monarch was slayed - his heart now belongs to a tired man who unceremoniously entered his palace to slay him.

Soulmates AU: with appearance of Gates and Mana, in rare cases hunters can become Soulmates - those who have a connection through which their mana reaches other. Jin-Woo was weak, but he felt much stronger mana trying to keep him somewhat safe, while Jin-Chul felt a weak flicker of someone’s mana shyly touching his own. The stronger Jin-Woo becomes, the more Jin-Chul knows and feels it, and eventually Jin-Woo’s mana starts to terrify and hurt him. Jin-Woo has no idea that Jin-Chul is his soulmate since his own mana started to eat other’s. Weak warm touch of other’s mana is what reminds Jin-Woo of who he is and that he mustn’t lose himself in his own power.

Omegaverse AU: Jin-Woo is a weakest hunter but also a completely ordinary beta. Then he gets hit with Ashborn’s yassification and changes to alpha that demands to domineer to claim to own. And then there’s Jin-Chul who’s also a normal beta and has no idea that Jin-Woo is an alpha because betas literally cannot smell others or feel. Despite Jin-chul being a beta, Jin-Woo still finds his smell rather nice and soothing, not annoying like alpha’s or sickeningly sweet like omegas. Cue alpha’s courting that an ordinary beta completely doesn’t understand. Alpha in Jin-Woo is completely overjoyed when Jin-Chul allows him to mark his neck with a bite even though it does nothing to beta and it’s a literal pain in neck but oh well, he can survive this (he has no idea it will become worse once it’s rut period someone save him).

That’s some weird ass AUs okay but those are at least fun sounding (i hope) because i have additional 30 in my safe but G O D they need brushing because they’re an overall idea mess WHEEEEEEEEEEZE)

[starker-sorbet]

Tony had planned this day meticulously. It was the annual meet up of the heads of New York's families, And it was to be the day all of them came under the Stark family's rule. He had carefully managed to place all the other's heirs and successors under his control. Either by way of bribery or force. All that was left was to take out those blocking their path to the top. It wouldn't be too hard a task as even the other head's guards were (mostly) now under Tony's sway and wouldn't respond to cries of alarm. But it could still be difficult as no one was to be allowed guards or weapons in the meeting room itself. Sure he knew the others had no doubt hidden weapons on their person, as would he, but those weren't the sort that could defend against a dedicated gunman. They were the sort to hold one off until the guards could enter. Guards either under Tony's power or ones who would be dealt with by them. That's why he chose Peter for the task. Every other boss at the meeting only saw a piece of arm candy, a wife at most, when they looked at Peter and so wouldn't note him as a threat. What they didn't see was his other role in the Stark family. Oh they were lovers that much was true but was Peter so much more. He was Tony's personal assassin. And the perfect person to do the actual killing. After all no one thinks to frisk the sugar baby for a gun do they. Their hubris and dismissal of Peter would be their downfall and Tony would reap countless rewards from it. Rewards he would share with his lover of course. He wouldn't be making their mistake not now or ever.

@tstarksbingospectacular fill : G3 - Mafia au bingo card below