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Blood Song - Quixoticity - Glee [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 10/?
Fandom: Glee
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel
Characters: Tina Cohen-Chang, Sam Evans, Mercedes Jones, Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel, Santana Lopez, Emma Pillsbury, Will Schuester, Carole Hudson-Hummel
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Slow Build, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Soulmates, First Kiss
Summary:

Blaine watches New Kid leave, a slow smile spreading over his face as he catches the scent of him lingering in the air. He runs the tip of his tongue over the sharp edge of his two incisors. He’s not put off. Of course he’s not. He likes the chase.

Impatient

Originally posted by kths

Note:  This stemmed from my four sentence posts that grew into something else entirely.  Just a lot of filth and smut tbh.  This is unedited and rushed, so warning for the bad smut.  

Summary:  You are honor-bound to do your duty as a princess and marry for the good of the kingdom.  Marriage, like many things in your life, is meant to serve a purpose.  But you know you should be grateful because there are far worse fates than being engaged to marry Prince Taehyung.  ~Royalty AU~

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Taehyung is the picture of etiquette and genteel charm during your maternal aunt’s harvest ball.  He dances with the appropriate family members and ladies of the court, but remembers to pay special attention to you, his wife-to-be. He maintains the proper distance during customary dances, hands finding their exact position on non-scandalous places on your body as he was taught to do from an early age.  

Ideal, the members of your court believe.  He is ideal.  You and Taehyung are the perfect match, a beautiful couple to join two kingdoms together through marital bliss.  And you don’t disagree with them for a second.  Despite only just having met the prince (whom you were contracted to marry since birth) for the first time last year, he had not faltered with sending you correspondence – a fact that sends your ladies-in-waiting into swooning fits and gossip.  

You can’t count the number of times they beg to read the letters, and each time you tell them on no uncertain terms that the letters are yours and yours alone.  They remain locked in a secret cabinet back at the castle.  So your ladies-in-waiting are left to imagine what Taehyung writes, their guesses sounding inane to your ears when they titter about romance and love at first sight.  

They don’t need to know that in every letter Taehyung writes, in perfect penmanship no less, he describes how he imagines deflowering you on your wedding night.  

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There’s a story behind this.

Do you see the last panel?

Well,

When I was little, I went on a swimming camp with my squad team and my mom was one of the swimming coaches that accompanied us. One afternoon during our training session, two of my friends started bickering that much that at a certain point my mom had to stop them and interrupt the lesson. Instead of dividing them, she made them sat next to each other on a bench with their arms around eachother’s neck for the rest of the lesson, in that best pal fashion in the last pic.

I will never forget their faces. I couldn’t stop laughing and I still am.

Among the many, many reasons I like the idea of Lyra Erso as a rejected Jedi-hopeful relegated to the Jedi Engineering Corps is because it gives her a reason to know Saw Gerrera before the rise of the Empire.

Also, I just like imagining graduate student Lyra being assigned to answer all the inquiry transmissions received by the Corps. Most of them are boring—scientists across the galaxy double-checking their facts, senators or contractors requesting results of geological surveys, the occasional oddball request for treasure maps, or a list of which mineraloids are poisonous if ingested.

But one day, she gets an inquiry from a man on Onderon. And though he’s circumspect about it, it’s very clear to her that he’s talking about making chemical weapons. (The war against the Separatists has been raging for some time now. She’s only surprised it’s taken someone this long to ask.)

She opens a new transmission, and keys out:

Dear Master Gerrera,

Thank you for your inquiry to the Jedi Agricultural Corps, Engineering Division. The official uses of the cyanogen silicate compound known as “Sith’s breath” are limited to the construction of Celegian life support chambers, due to the compound’s extreme toxicity to most carbon-based sentient life. Additionally, the components are difficult to procure, and their synthesization without proper licensure under Galactic Republican Statute 1184.2-4 Aleph constitutes fraudulent business practices and illegal production of a controlled chemical compound.

The Jedi Order must warn you that should you pursue this course of action, it will have no choice but to enforce the law to the fullest extent of its authority.

On an unrelated note, baradium bisulfate is an accessible liquid compound, used frequently in mining. Unlike cyanogen silicate, it does not sublimate at 20°C, but it is highly unstable and a very small amount can do a surprising amount of damage. Several years ago, a careless engineering trainee did not calibrate a suspension field carefully, and leveled a small mountain.

Please do not hesitate to reach out if you have further questions.

May the Force be with you,
Lyra Inair, Geological Engineer, Jedi AgriCorps 

She expects that to be the last of it, and so she’s extremely surprised when he replies directly. Less surprised when she realizes he’s asking how one goes about constructing a suspension field. Possibly one that would destabilize with some sort of trigger or timer or maybe on impact…?

And they keep—writing one another. Even after she’s moved off the transmissions desk, to actual geological work. Rocks and weapon mechanics turn to small talk, turn to little details of their lives, turn to the Force and the Republic. He talks about his sister, about the warfront; she complains about the internal politics of the Corps and Galen (though he’s not Galen, yet, he’s just the handsome Republican engineer with cheekbones like sheered silicate). They argue theology, and justice, and violence. She cries for him, when his sister dies. They—are friends. 

Saw is the only one she tells, when she decides to turn her back on the Order. She is in love and Galen has friends in Coruscant, a prestigious job with an engineering guild—

Please do not stop writing me, she begs.

I will be here, Saw writes, if you ever need me.

Ten

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Note: This is so out of order, but this was supposed to be a scene from a super long modern day royalty AU I had planned. Basically, you’re the new crown princess of a country because your sibling abdicates from the throne over INSTAGRAM and… arranged marriage…etc. Anyway, this is just a short thing I wrote. I had to post. Thanks @nottodayjeon and @hayjeon for proofing and feedback. 

Summary: You’re too busy these days to have a decent meal with your husband let alone spend quality time with him, but Yoongi is determined to make things work. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Modern Royalty AU
Warnings: sexual content
Word Count: 2723

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“My approval ratings are down,” you huff, scrolling through the media summary your secretary had prepared for you as you walk into the kitchen. You know Yoongi will be here in the mornings, hovering over the pot of coffee he prefers to brew himself.

“Well good morning to you too,” Yoongi sniffs, frowning at the way you’re immersed in the news without even the smallest glance in his direction. He hands you a cup of coffee made just the way you like it (splash of milk, no sugar).

You take the cup with an absentminded “thanks” said in a soft tone, too distracted by the polling data showing a dip in approval after the news of your impending ascension to the throne was released. It hurt a little that a percentage of the people liked you well enough as a princess, but wouldn’t support the idea of you as an active, ruling queen.

“Put the tablet down. No reading the news until after you give me a morning kiss.” You nearly jump out of your skin when Yoongi sidles up behind you to kiss your neck softly. “Tablet. Down. Now.” And who are you to deny your husband when he orders so nicely?

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I just want to write a short story about this. Also you can use this AU with my authorship. 

Seasons! AU for Dan and Phil.


“There are four seasons. Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn. Winter and Summer is the strongest Kingdom among all. Winter people will never get along with the people of the Summer. The constant feud lasted to this day.
Spring is a loyal ally of the Summer. Autumn is an irreplaceable friend of Winter. People from different kingdoms, such as Summer and Winter can’t exist together, however, the union between Winter and Autumn nations, as between Spring and Summer is were not prohibited.
Every year the battle for the title of future king or queen of a Kingdom. The most devastating battles took place between the Winter and Summer heir. Victory in the battle for the title of future ruler meant universal acceptance and most importantly is an enemy of the heir and the destruction of their lands until the capture of certain territories.
Philip Lester is a Prince of the Winter Kingdom. Throughout its twenty years the young man didn’t understand the cruelty of the Father in relation to the Summer Kingdom. But to go against the will of the King to be exiled or killed.
Strict rules and unbending laws existed in the Winter Kingdom. The people who lived there were extremely harsh heavy-handed but in solidarity and fair to all. Tolerance didn’t exist.
Philip was extremely difficult to cultivate this cruelty and coldness to others, especially to the Summer people. It was surprisingly soft, sweet and tender. Yes there are people like Phil in a Winter Kingdom but they were very few. They were either outcasts or were already dead. In any case, they re-educated.
Daniel Howell is a young Prince of the Kingdom of Summer. The summer people were completely different. Their warmth enveloped all around. Man summer had a certain charisma and absolutely everyone was different. They were open to all, trustful but at a certain point strict and brave. They were not trained soldiers as the Kingdom of Winter, Summer men allowed each to become who they wanted to be.
Dan was a typical representative of the summer of the faction. However, he had one problem. Hands summer people according to custom was always warm and soft. Dan was the exception: his hands were cold like ice. Always. He didn’t remember why but mother says it’s because of one event in childhood. The woman had closed the topic and again when its return. Father scolded Daniel for his hands are cold, said the boy was a brat that it’s wrong to be like enemies. Dan was interested in knowing why his hands became so icy, so one day he had to go, in spite of all, in the Kingdom of Winter”.

So it will story in pictures and I hope to do it very soon. It is more like hurt\comfort… but I LITERALLY CANNOT DETERMINE WITH GENRE. 

Also it include a lot of characters like PJ, PewDie, Chris, Catherine and etc. If you have any questins you can contact with me any time. 

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HQwarts AU 1 - Professor Takeda + Amortentia / Oikawa + Sorting Hat / The Class Dorks

I know there’re tons Haikyuu HP AU stuff out there, so here’s my share. Made this some months ago while experimenting on a different style, which is why it still looks pretty shitty unrefined. XD Definitely making more stuff for this AU though, so please stay tuned.

*The fresh soil is because “he” works at the farm in the early mornings.

Second Set

Bonus Round

Originally posted by scaredful

Note:  This was so much fun to write because Hoseok is the best.  Also this took forever because I had about 1.6k words of backstory that I just cut because… it took Forever to link everything.  Also this is inspired by semi-true-ish events so… yeah.  Graciously edited by the wonderful @sugaredmarbles.

EDIT: @sugaredmarbles just fixed my title too because she’s amazing.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut  
Warnings: public sex, alcohol-fueled sex, dirty talk, pregnancy mention, unsanitary activity 
Word Count: 3547

[Mini-Masterlist]

Summary:  You’ve harbored a crush on Jung Hoseok ever since high school, and you had even decided on attending a performing arts university because he was going there.  You had almost been content with admiring him from afar, but he’s enlisting soon.  And this is how you confess to him.

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“Have you confessed to Hoseok yet?”  

Namjoon’s question over 2AM coffee makes him the third person to ask you today.  

The first person to ask you had been Taehyung, a fellow theatre arts major.  (”You need to nab him before he enlists,” he had lectured.  “If everyone knows he has a girlfriend, they’re not going to pester him as much about going to… massage parlors…”) 

The second person to ask you had been Jungkook, a once-shy underclassman you had taken under your wing until he switched majors after seeing Hoseok dance.  Traitor.  Not that you necessarily blamed him.  (”You should just tell him because he’s leaving regardless.  If it doesn’t work out, you won’t have to see him again.”  Jungkook had always been blunt.)  

And Namjoon now makes three.  

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☆more Christmas au's!☆

- hey neighbor I know we never talk but apparently we’re both alone on Christmas Day
- we’re the only two kids who stayed at boarding school for the holidays *bonus points if it’s hogwarts*
- you’re the shopping centre santa and i ran into and knocked all the gifts out of your hands sorry
- my parents kicked me out bc I’m gay and you’re the nice guy offering me your sofa bed bc it’s cold out
- we’re both trying to buy the last muse cd and I’m pretending it’s a gift for mum so you’ll let me have it
- you ran into me and spilled your gingerbread latte over my christmas jumper at least buy me one too
- you knocked me over on the ice rink and almost killed me but you look kind of cute sprawled out on top of me
- sorry my dog peed on your gift bag in the subway
- hey neighbor I know its christmas but would you please stop blasting ‘all I want for Christmas’ at 3am
- we’re strangers at a party and some idiot put up mistletoes everywhere jfc
- I know I’m your last costumer sorry my mum sent me to buy stuffing for the turkey
- what do you mean you’re out of Christmas trees
- you’ve been selling flyers in front of our coffee shop for hours and you look kind of frozen and miserable so uh do you want a latte or something
- you’re my last customer on Christmas eve and you’re trying to buy lube well this isn’t awkward or anything at all
- hey neighbor sorry to disturb your Christmas dinner but I kind of locked myself out fml so please let me in?
- I’m the children’s choir teacher and you’re supposed to play the piano in church
- “your cat broke into my flat and knocked over my christmas tree” - “oh my god is he alright??”
- I know you’re about to close the store but this is an emergency please help me find a gift for grandma
- you left your gift bag on the train so I went after you to give it back sorry this looks like I’m a creepy stalker

Bite Me (Bitch)

Originally posted by jjks

Note: This is another reupload with edits from my old writing blog (uyuagashi-fics).  I held a prompt game that was a lot of fun, and the request that time was “Suga + bite + breaking the rules”.  This one fits so well with all the vampire looks BTS has gifted us with.  As always, I added in a LOT more to the original post and tidied up some portions of the writing.  This is very BTVS-inspired in terms of vampire lore but there’s lore from other shows/movies/books mixed in as well.  Also, I lost so much steam with this, and I’m unhappy, but whatever.  

I am currently stuck on a very important portion of my Radio DJ Suga AU, and I need to focus on other writing to get out of my rut.  

Summary:  Your existence should repulse him, but Yoongi can’t bring himself to hate you when he craves your bite.  ~Vampire AU~

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Yoongi is in a bizarre state of discomfort when he sits through eighty minutes of an in-depth lecture on vampires during DEM 325 (Demonic Physiology).  The other recruits in his class are studiously taking notes as their instructor goes through slide after slide of vampire anatomy, but he can’t bring himself to write down a word.  He can feel his ulcers acting up when the instructor pays special attention to mortality zones.

“Some of you are taking the laboratory component this semester with me,” Dr. Kim notes with a kind, yet condescending smile.  “And let me give you a hint: vampires are Big on the final.  The bulk of my field research is focused on vampires, so it’s an area I know well.”  She pauses for effect.  “And if I see outstanding talent, there are always positions open in my team.”  

The class murmurs with excitement.  Getting real field experience was the dream for recruits.

Dr. Kim gives the class an indulgent smile once more.  “So make sure you do the reading.”  

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Undisclosed Desires

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 3.300+

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

Ashton breathed out the thick dark smoke from his lips, clouding from down his lungs, through his throat and out of his mouth. The night was dark, not a single noise loud around him besides the faint sound of men hollering along with pornographic music. The lights from the strip club behind him were brightening out red and lilac lights, and if he turned around he would get a small sight of the stripper only in her thong and wearing bunny ears.

He shook his head in disbelief and stared back at the dark crimson brick wall in front of him. If it hadn’t been a need for him to smoke a cigarette he would have chosen to stand another place than right in front of the containers with garbage that was the back area of the strip club. The smell was gagging, but it was better than standing in front of the club with the security guards. He needed his time alone.

His friends were probably having the time of their life inside the strip club, throwing dollars at the half naked women while trying to control the growing boners in their pants. Ashton had been in the same position before, always making sure that he would withdraw cash so he could join the act. But this time it was much different and it had been for weeks now.

Whether it was the fact that he had grown out of the old school boy habit or the fact that he just didn’t found the same boring girls at the strip club interesting any longer, he didn’t know. He always joined the boys at Fridays because it was a part of their gang, but he stopped enjoying it more and more with how often they visited the place.

”Get in there, Jessica!” Michael’s voice was standing out from the other boys, enjoying this to his fullest and Ashton moved his head back to see the blue haired boy having heart emoji hearts in his eyes, the drool on his lips clear even from his point of view while standing outside.

Ash dropped the cigarette and stubbed it to the ground, waiting for the fire to burn out and he blew out the last bit of smoke that was in his lungs. He was ready to go back but stopped in track when his pocket vibrated for seconds, indicating that it wasn’t just a usual text. Someone was calling Ashton and it was confusing to him as the time was striking past 2am.

”Hello?” His voice was raspy from the cigarette, and he coughed lightly to get it away.

”Ashton? Can you please pick me up? Luke doesn’t answer his phone and I’m stuck with James Walker on the fucking bus station! He’s been trying to sexual harass me for the past hour and I can’t walk home on my own or get away from him without having him to follow me!”

The sound of Y/N’s voice was enough for him to sprint towards the parking lot next to the alley, opening the door to his car and not caring that he had been drinking at least four beers during the evening.

”I’ll be there in less than five minutes, just give me the address of the bus stop.”

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