魔法

A Modern day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love... This story was inspired by the thought of Prince William of Wales (and indeed the current Max von Hapsburg) studying at the University of St Andrews; it is also, as the title suggests, at least a little inspired by the operetta 'The Student Prince'. Grateful thanks to Lamardeuse and DarkEmeralds for Beta and cheerleading! ::2019 note: This story was written BEFORE the TV show introduced the character of Gwaine. It's not that I can't spell, or that I'm perversely writing him out of character - I incorporated other characters from Arthurian legend (Kay, Gawain etc) into my story, and lacking prophetic abilities, my versions naturally don't mesh with the versions subsequently introduced into the show.::

Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had— “No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”

Jungkook’s tipsy, but he’s not buzzed enough to miss that he doesn’t recognize any of the four dozen people here. And seeing as his friends aren’t ones to ditch and there’s no way they’d play a prank this mean on him, Jungkook reaches the conclusion that he just walked into a stranger’s very expensive home, uninvited, and started eating their food and petting their well-dressed dog. (Or: Jungkook shows up to the wrong Halloween party and meets the most powerful family in Seoul.)

— At the dawn of her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Yuu finds herself waking up in an unfamiliar world known as the Twisted Wonderland. Enchanted by this strange and wonderful realm of magic and charm, she nevertheless resolves to find a way back to Wizarding Britain. However, besieged by the colourful characters of the magical Night Raven College at every turn, Yuu is about to discover how difficult surviving her first year here will be, let alone making her way home. Especially with the darkest secret of the world right by her side—and her growing attachment to this lair of Villains. —Original take on the player character 'Yuu' from Twisted Wonderland.— Twisted Story Guide! | —

Harry won the battle of Hogwarts but the damage was already done. The Wizarding world was exposed and the world was at war in short order. The muggles have always been destructive and with weapons of mass destruction under their thumb, the world suffered a nuclear apocalypse. The Hallows protected Harrys from imminent death but the world was slowly dying. The only option before him was the Veil and so begins his next adventure.

"That was Floaty. Or at least, that's what I'm calling him. Fucking kid won't tell us his name," Dream carried on like nothing had happened, and from beside Techno, Wilbur started wheezing like he was dying. "I think he's twelve or thirteen. Wind magic, he's quick and real snarky, very malnourished, blind-" "Wait, blind?" Techno peered harder at the communicator. Wilbur stopped laughing. "How the hell is he able to slip by you then?" "Uses the air currents like feelers, I think," Dream's breath was coming heavier as he carried on running. "Gets an idea of where things are in relation to him. He doesn't always get it right, sometimes there are cracks in things big enough to feel like an escape route and he slams into a wall. Or he doesn't angle close enough to the ground and trips on things. He's uh-" Dream flipped the communicator around, and Techno blinked as Bad flew through the air, screeching the whole way. "He's slippery." --- TLDR: Blindinnit has wind magic and gets himself adopted by the Antarctic Empire's royal family.

In Peter’s professional opinion, the world had gone to shit. When Tony had snapped, bringing back half of all life and stopping Thanos, everyone thought that the world would go back to the way it was. But nothing ever works out so nicely, does it? ———— When Peter is given the chance to go back and save everyone, he is sent back to before Civil War. All alone, Peter must find a way to save the avengers, and the world. Shit.

“If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.” The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind. (Or: Taehyung has a green thumb, Jimin runs a magical store, and Yoongi can kind of see dead people.)

“斯泰尔斯很清楚一只愤怒的狼听起来是什么样的，他后颈上的每一根汗毛都在告诉他，在这个房间的某个地方，有一只非常愤怒的狼人。”一个AU，德瑞克是野性的，斯泰尔斯是魔法的，他们吃很多快餐。

Stiles finds a baby on the porch. It looks exactly like him. Well, this is awkward.

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that's not even addressing the fact that Potter's got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he's forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn't it?

“I don’t care about anything like I care about you. Not even this kingdom. My place is with you.”--Dream is the Crown Prince and the future king. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the scourge of magic. George is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has "near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation". He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile. Follow the lustful story of a big-dick futanari who indulges herself in lots of depraved, carefree sex while becoming a hero in a dark, immoral fantasy world. Contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc. This story is also cross-posted on ScribbleHub

A series of one-shots about Ruby having a dick with various girls, chapters may share alot to no continuity to each other, dood.

My submission for Kinktober '22: Dead Dove Chapter! Day 31 (Fear Play):“Oh, little bunny… I’m not going to eat you. I’m going to breed you.”

Dr. Belinda Malefas isn't your average psychiatrist. And now that her family therapy practice is open for business, her patients are about to find out that her idea of "family togetherness" goes a bit beyond the norm.

At the base of a heart tree north of the Wall, Benjen Stark's nephews and nieces appear - older than the children he knows in Winterfell - bitter, cruel, and biting. A pack divided but with horror on their lips and blood on their hands. Their past is a nightmare, and despite how the Stark siblings lick at their individual wounds, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives - and they need to become a pack again if they want to avoid the mistakes of their pasts in the new future they have been offered.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Schlatt told Tubbo. He looked over at Tommy. “You can take your cloak off if you want, kid.” “I’m not a kid,” Tommy said automatically, immediately gripping onto his cloak more tightly. He didn’t want Tubbo to hate him. As much as Tommy hated to admit it, he actually liked Tubbo quite a bit, and if he took the cloak off, Tommy was sure to be cast out immediately. Or, Tommy runs away from Dream, hiding his wings from everyone he knows.

Jungkook can barely remember his life before he was turned, but he knows he never wanted to become a monster. The coven is an expert with newly turned vampires, especially the abandoned ones. He’s never seen it this bad, not on someone who hasn’t already gone fully feral. That’s not what they’re dealing with, here; if the fledgling was feral, Yoongi and Seokjin would already be fighting for their lives. This one is holding on. Yoongi ignores the trash and kneels next to him. He tilts the boy’s head back. The Ash marbles his face with a black spiderweb, cracks his lips, but he’s breathing, barely. Yoongi feels for a heartbeat. It’s there, but heavy, slow, even for a vampire.

Cormac was humiliated when his date to Slughorn's Christmas party ditched him. Bloody Granger. Thankfully, the night wasn't a total loss, thanks to Luna Lovegood.

Taehyung and Jungkook are two alphas who hate each other until one morning, Taehyung wakes up as an omega and Jungkook is the only one who can help him figure out what happened....too bad Taehyung is now desperate to bare his neck to Jungkook instead of fighting.

“This is magic, Jon.” Said Robb, fervently. “This is some sort of hellish magic, the work of the Other himself. Who else would benefit from turning back time and undoing a war that saved the lives of every man, woman and child in Westeros, except the demons who lost? Father and Ser Rodrik have taught me how to lead men, and fight men who live and bleed, but this? This dream of yours, that wasn’t a dream at all? It’s absolutely fucking mad.” Jon Snow had made a life for himself beyond The Wall, after he was banished for Queenslaying. A happy life. A life he had always wanted. And then, one day, he woke up in Winterfell, twenty years ago. What began as a dream turns into a nightmare as he discovers that something is not content with 'merely' the Long Night being averted, and no matter how many times he falls chasing an unknowable, impossible quest, it refuses to let him stay dead. Once, he followed a woman who dreamed of Breaking the Wheel. Now, the Wheel will Break him.

Pack is family. Family is everything. This is Stiles' senior year, and it's nothing he could have imagined. or That time it took not one, but two separate troll attacks and a malevolent coven of witches for Stiles to figure out how he felt about Derek.

The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.) Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn't old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn't stop him from being interesting... (This story is now out of buffer, but I will always announce when the next update will be, and am trying to keep to a regular posting schedule. Also, please be advised that this is essentially a rough draft. That doesn't mean it's riddled with typos, every chapter is edited, just that the overarching plot and side stories haven't had a chance to be edited in full yet--but they will be. An edited version of this story will be posted eventually, so if the current length isn't your cup of tea, just come back later.)

They could come back tomorrow, or never. All he could do was prepare. Or: Izuku Midoriya wakes up one day to find all of humanity gone. Except him. (This work is ongoing.)

Lucius Malfoy is saved from the Dementor's Kiss by Harry Potter. Why? Harry Potter is his mate! Now they have to navigate their way through a relationship while also trying to help each other pick up the pieces of their slightly broken lives, facing the public, their friends and family, as well as themselves in the process, until they discover exactly why they are made for each other. Veela story.

Somehow, I find myself reborn in the world of Harry Potter as a no-name orphan. You know what that means: pursuing magic's secrets and uncovering the most tantalizing of mysteries this world has to offer! Oh, Voldemort? Why should I care? SI OC. A slow-boil, realistic journey of a man rediscovering his path in a world of great magic— whether for good, or for evil. Cross-posted from FFNet due to fan requests.

The rouge Avengers are pardoned under the influence of King T'Challa and it is up to Tony to 'welcome' them back. But as he and his new team are at the private airport, an unexpected fight breaks loose and the fate of the whole universe is changed when a wizard places himself as Tony Stark's protector.

Whisper blinked, dumbfounded. “Nix what—” “Tommy! Tommy, can you hear me?” She scooped up the body and Whisper finally got a decent look at him. He was young, too young to be passed out alone in a rainy alley. His blonde hair was darkened by water and streaks that must have been blood if his batter face was anything to go by. His skin was pale and his body trembled slightly, even in unconsciousness. Whisper moved side by side with his partner, pulling out first aid supplies and searching for major injuries. “You know this kid?” he asked. --- or --- What do you get when one of the city's most famous vigilantes is actually a sixteen-year-old with the opposite of flashy powers and severe trust issues? A tragedy in the making, that's what.

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind. Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling. Chris cocks his gun. "You killed my father," he says. "No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity. "What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar. "I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?" [Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

After an invitation is mistakenly put in their mailbox, Jungkook, with persuasion from his roommate Yugyeom, goes to a gala hosted by the Kim’s. He never expected to meet the Kim’s. He never expected for them to be youthful and rich and everything he’s ever fantasized about. But, most of all, he didn’t expect them to be vampires who claim that he’s their mate.

“I hate you, just so you know.” You huffed out dramatically. “Oh, darling, you break my heart!” He put a hand to his head as if he were swooning. If there had been someone who was more dramatic than you had just been, it was him. He always tried to one-up you. “You don’t have a heart to break.” ___Please refer to the discord or tumblr regarding the discontinuation.

"So this is what Stiles does. He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams. God, he dreams. He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."

Derek's fourth Chase will be his last if he doesn't catch an omega this time. He's starting to doubt this whole soul-mate thing anyway, at least until someone from his past shows up and gives him the run of his life.