Hello my friends! My masterlist will now be split up into links by fandom to reduce the length of this post AND to reduce the amount of links per post! (I hit the 100 link per post limit 2/6/2022 which is INSANE aha!)
AO3 Link I Wattpad Link
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Characters:
- Egon Spengler
- Ray Stantz
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Characters:
- Eddie Munson
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Characters:
- Sebastian de Poitiers
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Characters:
- George Weasley
- Fred Weasley
- Charlie Weasley
- Bill Weasley
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Characters:
- Remus Lupin
- Regulus Black
- Sirius Black
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Characters:
- Adam Warlock
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Characters:
- Paul Lahote
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Pairings:
- Coriolanus Snow x Sejanus Plinth
DNI List Below
DNI (Do not Interact) List
These are some things I don’t feel comfortable writing! I don’t usually take requests, but I was advised by a friend to write a list if I ever do open requests!
*Threesomes - this is one is maybe negotiable if I like both characters and am feeling brave. I don’t want to disappoint so it’s on the DNI list most of the time.
*Self Harm / Suicide (HARD NO)
*R@pe (HARD NO)
*SA and any sort of violence (HARD NO)
*Overdose (HARD NO)
*Gun/Blood/Knife Play (I am squeamish and it makes me uncomfy)
I will add more possibly.
Also, I just want to say, I will 100% delete an ask if I feel uncomfy with a prompt. Sorry but also Not.
fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.
fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”
By the way, fanfiction isn't the place for reviews or criticism.
When you're a published author, it's like you're preparing a meal in a food competition. You expect a rating and to be told what worked and what didn't to improve your craft and embark on your career.
When you're a fanfiction author, it's like taking some of your free time to enjoy the process of baking cookies and then offering them to someone to be kind.
If you take a cookie from the plate, you don't spit it out and tell them it sucked.
Unless the writer asks for your opinion, you can keep it to yourself.
Adding this to clarify, and you don't have to agree with this by any means, I cannot force you to, but the reason Ao3 and Fanfiction isn't the space for criticism and ratings...is that it is a fan space created by fans for fans.
It isn't school.
It is a space where people with the same interests can congregate and enjoy the same fandom.
When you think about commenting on an fanfic authors fics, don't think if it as fishing around in your pocket to give them a compliment.
Compliments are nice. Most everyone likes compliments.
"I like your character development."
"You paint wonderful imagry."
Those are comments that are compliments. Speaking for myself as a fanfic writer they're nice, but they're not what my fan heart craves.
I want engagement with my readers.
The best comments I get aren't talking about my skill as a writer, but what just happened in the story because you and I (the reader) are already fans of the world created.
Comments like:
"NOOOOOOOO!"
"Did she actually just do that?"
"EXCUSE me?!?!"
None of these comments are compliments and none are critical. They are emotionally aligned with the story. They are engaged and with this engagement we create a little community in this tiny little space we get to call ours.
I cannot stop people from saying cruel things, but I can inform those people of the "dangers" so to speak when people treat fandom spaces like Ao3 as if it's Goodreads.
Writers, who write for themselves and offer it to you out of kindness, can decide that if people are just going to spit out their cookies they don't need to post about them anymore and that is how fandom spaces die.
If you don't like the flavor of cookie they made, or you're allergic to one of its ingredients...don't eat the cookie. Put it back for someone else to enjoy and then go find the flavor you do like.
Due to one person’s selfish & disgusting behavior … I have set all my fics to only be available to registered users on archive of our own.
I’m sorry for having to do this, but I’m so horrified that someone most definitely stole my work and now some Ai shit has my writing.
I’m not a famous or maybe not even the best writer in the world, but these works are my pride. I love writing. I love the creative process and I’m beyond words… there’s no way to describe how sad I am.
If you do this with my fics, or anyone's fics, please know I HATE you. I hate you more than every troll comment, every "your writing sucks kys" comment, every "update soon" comment. I hate you. Other authors hate you. If you want my fic, you either WAIT for it or you pay me for it. And if you won't do one of those things, you don't deserve my fic or anyone else's.
Anyone who voluntarily uses AI is not welcome on my blog. And to anyone who even considers feeding my work into an AI, may your ancestors beat you to death in the afterlife.
hi! sorry to bother, I don't mean to pressure you at all. But do you plan on updating "by the cliffs" soon? It's of my favorite stories and I come to you page everyday to see if there's something new 😞 ur paul stans are missing it a lot 🥺
Aww I’m sorry guys :(
I don’t have tons of time to write right now so I’m leaving a loooot unwritten right now!
I’m super sorry. I will in the future try to get something new out for this fic 💛
Confusedly, the blue creature lifts its head to look at me.
I'm met with dark, almost black pupils with the strangest neon blue ring around the edges. I blink back at the creature. Obviously, this was not a human man, but its facial features confirm how inhuman it was.
I could admit his face was handsome in a rugged way, even if it was blue like the rest of him. He was all angles and masculinity, the appearance of a slight frown naturally in his brow. But the most alien feature he possessed was the ridges that adorned his forehead. Each ridge formed a dark blue diadem that disappeared into his thick, dark curls at either side of his hairline.
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Disclaimer: I do not own The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Ice Planet Barbarians or any of the characters or worlds. This work is not created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.
Summary:
Coriolanus finds himself on an Alien Planet with... interesting an interesting blue being.
CHAPTER WARNING: This Chapter includes Non-Con Oral sex.
I am pretty sure I am dreaming.
Though, this dream was much better than the one I'd had been having before. Instead of being terrified by tall, one-eyed green men who kept me in a cage with other frightened captives, this dream was... naughty .
A warm, slick tongue runs between my thighs and through my cheeks, prodding at my hole and slipping in slightly as if testing the resistance. I groan, shifting in my sleep. It's nothing like I've ever felt, the warmth of this mouth and its expert tongue-- its slightly rough texture dragging languidly against my sensitive skin.
A sound, rhythmic and bold in its timber, rumbled against my skin, sending goosebumps up my arms and legs. I could swear it was speech, but it was foreign , unlike anything I've ever heard.
My eyes crack slightly, my vision blurry in my dream as I peek at the source of this pleasure. I see the mouth, its full lips that nuzzle against my thigh, the long tongue that runs the length of my quickly hardening cock as it continues to mutter language I can't make out.
I groan, reaching out to move his head back down to feel that tongue back down to my hole when I feel the sharp tips of horns against my palms.
My body jerks awake.
Eyes now fully open, I look down at my body with blurry confusion. I'm completely naked.
I'm completely naked with a guy with a pair of horns between my spread thighs. Like ram horns, they jut from his forehead and twist behind his blue ears . I realize this stranger's entire body is blue.
As I watch, his tongue continues its exploration of my hole.
"Oh my god-" I moan as the rough texture penetrates the tight muscle.
I force myself to push his head away, trying to get him to remove his tongue from my body.
Confusedly, the blue creature lifts its head to look at me.
I'm met with dark, almost black pupils with the strangest neon blue ring around the edges. I blink back at the creature. Obviously, this was not a human man, but its facial features confirm how inhuman it was.
I could admit his face was handsome in a rugged way, even if it was blue like the rest of him. He was all angles and masculinity, the appearance of a slight frown naturally in his brow. But the most alien feature he possessed was the ridges that adorned his forehead. Each ridge formed a dark blue diadem that disappeared into his thick, dark curls at either side of his hairline.
I panic as the creature rises, standing above me at full height. His muscular, nearly naked body on display. The only thing he wore was a mid-thigh fur loincloth.
Finding the little courage I had in all my fear, I try to claw my way across the laid-out furs, my fingers digging into the soft hair as I stumble onto my ass.
The blue man looks at me with a confused expression, echoing how I feel in this moment— in this predicament.
"Who-- who are you?" I find my voice.
The creature speaks. The strange language once again rumbled in his chest. A large blue hand reaches out, and I squeak.
"No!" Fear fills me again, unsure of what the creature meant to do.
If he doesn't speak English, he at least understands the fear in my voice as he pulls his hand back immediately. There's a new emotion in his eyes-- desperation mixed with compassion? Empathy? I can't figure out what this means.
I sat up straighter. "What do you want?" I asked despite knowing he couldn't understand.
The creature responds once against, his voice deep and soothing as he inches closer.
I try to be brave as the blue hand touches my stomach, and the creature mutters something once again. His eyes, which had been locked with mine this entire time, glance down.
He happily situates himself back between my thighs, and he begins to lick me again. Long, delicate licks from my hole up to my balls.
The emotion I should be feeling is pure horror; I should be yelling for help and pushing him away. But, I can't find it in me to do anything as he spreads my legs apart with those large hands of his and continues his attention to my ass and taint.
This whole situation is ridiculous. I know it is- This is a monster . He should be biting my head off or something terrifying. Instead, he's happily lapping away at my ass, his fingers gripping hard on my inner thighs as if letting me move again would kill him.
In a way, I'm relieved by this weird alien greeting. At least for now, I'm going to be fine, and a strange blue man with ram horns is determined to get me off— very determined .
Having my ass eaten till I cum is nowhere near the list of strange scenarios I would have dreamt up when I woke up on an alien spacecraft. But, I know realistically, it is a step up from a prisoner on an alien spaceship. Even if this was extremely odd.
Logically, I know I should be finding my clothing and leaving this weird, ass-eating alien behind in this warm cave. But he's really embarrassingly good at eating ass, and I haven't dated anyone this happy and willing to... be this thorough in my pleasure ever . I don't move a muscle.
One of his big hands pushes my left leg up, my knee bumping against my chest; I let it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what the blue man planned to do next .
He licks me again, his tongue darting into my ass at this new angle. I can't help it; a high moan leaves my lips before I can stop it.
The blue man's head jerks slightly, his tongue leaving my hole. He looks at me with those strange eyes like he's gauging what that little sound means.
I press the palm of my hand against my mouth, not sure if my moaning was pissing him off. I still wasn't sure what this monster's plan was. What if he killed me over the noises I involuntarily made as he explored me? Just my luck, I'd be eaten out and literally eaten for reacting to it.
But he only looks at me for a moment before I watch as he moves his hand down to where his tongue is. I have to bite down against my palm as one of his large fingers breeches my ass.
He at least has the sense to be gentle and slow as he presses his girthy finger in with only his excessive spit as lube-- but I'm annoyed. He didn't ask to put his stupid Hulk-size finger inside of me-- Fuck this!
Attempting to close my leg does nothing. The blue man is stronger, probably not even noticing my attempts to close my legs. He keeps one leg close to my chest as he watches his finger disappear slowly.
He says something that sounds like " Rok Vee. " The tone of his voice makes it sound like praise.
I try again to close my legs, "Do you go around sticking fingers into everyone you meet?" I ask, my words coming out in a tone I hope conveys anger to this heathen.
The blue alien looks up at me again, noting my expression. The creature grins, the smile crinkling around his eyes. I inhale sharply, caught off guard by the smile. A chuckle leaves his lips before he speaks quietly in the rumbling language, his attention returning to his self-assigned task.
The large finger continues to prod, finding the bundle of nerves deep inside of me easily. The light brush against my prostate has me convulsing in pleasure, much to my embarrassment.
The alien stops, his eyes full of bewilderment as he watches my reaction. He does it again as if he was testing to see if he caused my reaction.
"Yes, yes--" I try to control my breath, "Doing that makes me do this -" I say, annoyed with his intense, focused interest.
He murmurs something, his voice low and pleased, a subtle smile playing on his lips, and continues to graze my prostate with each thrust of his finger until I'm pulsing with my impending orgasm.
He ducks down again, that slippery, long tongue gliding around my hole and taint.
I'm going to cum-- damn him . The rough texture of his tongue is maddening as he continues to pump his finger in and out.
Suddenly, I'm cumming without warning, my cock spurting against my stomach.
The blue alien makes a pleased sound, speaking softly in his language, "Zyrr mak'tul na'ki, veeno."
My body continues to wrack with aftershocks as I lie in a heap on his furs. Embarrassed by my fucked out state, I place my forearm against my eyes as my chest continues to heave.
Okay... so I just let this big blue guy fingerfuck me into oblivion...
The alien says something else, his voice tender, and I slightly move my arm off my eyes to look at him.
He's wearing a little smirk on that delicious full-lipped mouth of his, the unmistakable male pride written across his handsome features. There's no doubt that he's pleased to have left me a puddle of pleasure, happy it was his fingers and his tongue that left me in this state. Who knew cocky was a trait found in men off of Earth .
"You're an asshole," I huff, glaring at him from behind my arm.
He chuckles in response. To an extent, I think he understood my tone.
After a second, his hands caress my hips again, and he pulls my ass toward his groin.
It's unmistakable what he thinks comes next, and even though I allowed this blue monster to make me cum, I certainly wasn't returning the favor. Oral was fine when it was me receiving , but I definitely am not taking his cock on top of that.
I kick my leg out, trying to get him in the gut, to knock the wind out of this brute. When my foot does connect with his solar plexus, I feel like I've shattered every bone in my leg.
I cry out, my hand moving to clutch at my heel, "What the hell are you made of?" I yell.
Throwing my head back, I curse a few times as the pain continues to shoot up my calf.
When I look up at him, the thoughts of my pain cease.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Bridgerton or any of the characters. This work is not created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.
General AU Notes at the End of the Chapter
Summary:
"Besides, your attendance is far more important than mine." Coriolanus purses his lips at that comment. Ah, yes, the true reason he must attend these blasted soirees.
Coriolanus stands on the steps of Plinth's rented home, holding a bouquet of his grandmother's roses. As he taps his foot, waiting for the footman to answer the door, he glances down at the roses. Coriolanus doesn't know how he convinced the Grandma'am to allow him to collect the prized roses. He explained his reasons to the Grandma'am, persuading the woman that the roses were important and dropping the possible courtship. Didn't she want to contribute to his marriage?
His grandmother had been happy to provide the bouquet when she realized it was for a possible marriage. Of course, he told her nothing of the man he was pursuing. Coriolanus was certain she would disapprove if the senile woman found out he was perusing a foreigner, an American no less. The fortune Sejanus would provide was certain to soothe that particular burn once it was revealed to her.
At last, the footman opens the door.
"Is the master of the house available?" Coriolanus holds his card out to the man.
The footman, a balding man in his late 50s, glances at the card with boredom. There's a slight twitch at the corner of his lips as he reads the card before he looks back at Coriolanus.
"Yes, the Mistress is taking company in the parlor, Viscount."
The footman leads him into the parlor where Mrs. Plinth sits with what he assumes must be her needlework.
"Viscount Snow, Madam," The footman informs the woman of his presence.
Mrs. Plinth looks up, a look of surprise on her face, "Oh, Viscount. What a wonderful surprise." She stands, straightening her skirt, "William, will you please inform Sejanus that the Viscount is here?"
The footman nods, exiting the room.
Coriolanus stands for a brief moment in silence. He hadn't formally called on someone before for this purpose, and unexpectedly, that made him nervous.
Regaining composure, he holds the bouquet for the woman, "These are for you."
"For me?" Mrs. Plinth's face lights up as she accepts the roses.
"They're from my grandmother's gardens," Coriolanus says with an air of importance. "She's quite fond of them." It was the polite way to describe the roses. In reality, hardly anyone in the Ton had gotten their hands on even a single rose from Grandma'am. He was certainly spoiling this woman with the bouquet.
"Oh, they are remarkable," Mrs. Plinth says, bringing the ivory roses to her nose and inhaling deeply. "Give my compliments to your grandmother."
He wouldn't, but he appreciates the praise for the one thing of his he was truly proud of.
"She will be happy to hear you like them," Coriolanus says with a charming smile.
It's at that moment that Sejanus decides to make his grand entrance into the parlor. He's dressed but in a manner that suggests he had hastily fixed his clothing when informed of the Viscount's arrival in his home. Nevertheless, he's handsome, with dark curls slightly amiss but still well-groomed. It was unfair that he was so clearly disheveled yet still captivating.
"Viscount," Sejanus breathes like he's run to get here.
Coriolanus stands, "Mr. Plinth."
"How are you?" Sejanus doesn't wait for the answer, turning his attention to his mother, "Did you order refreshments for the Viscount?"
Mrs. Plinth smiles warmly at her son, "Not yet, dear. The Viscount and I were just talking about how lovely the roses he brought were. Are they not the most stunning flowers you've ever seen?" Sejanus's mother shows her son the bouquet.
Sejanus looks from between the roses to Coriolanus and back to his mother, "Yes, they are quite beautiful, mother."
"It was no issue. My grandmother practically insisted I bring you a bouquet this morning," a lie, "Grandmother is very selective about who receives the honor." This time, the truth.
Mrs. Plinth blinks rapidly before her smile turns even sweeter, "Oh, I am quite honored then, Viscount. I can see why they are so precious to your grandmother."
Mrs. Plinth fills another beat of silence by saying, "Come, sit. I'll call for refreshments." The woman motions towards a maid, "Can you bring lemonade and cakes, Jane dear? Thank you."
The maid nods to her mistress before scurrying out of the room.
"So, Viscount Snow," Mrs. Plinth starts, "How was your travel here? It's quite cloudy out, it appears. Did you have any troubles?"
He, not wanting to appear as poor as he truly was, smiles amiably before responding, "I walked, madam. I'm quite fond of walking when I have the chance."
Of course, while Coriolanus did appreciate a nice walk, this was not the true reason he'd chosen to walk to most places when in town. Affording Grandma'am's maid and food for the table came before hiring coachmen and purchasing horses. He'd become quite accustomed to walking since the deaths of his parents nearly fifteen years ago due to necessity.
"Oh?" Mrs. Plinth's eyes dart to her son, "Sejanus is quite fond of walking as well. Perhaps the two of you could take a stroll in the park this afternoon. I'd be happy to escort you if you wish."
Coriolanus watches as the two have a silent conversation. There's irritation in Sejanus's eyes and sternness in his mother's.
"Really, that sounds lovely," Coriolanus tries to break the tension. Agreeing to a walk was good. People would notice that he'd started spending time outside parties with Sejanus. They'd start... wondering if there was a match to be made and hopefully put that idea in Sejanus's head.
"Excellent," Mrs. Plinth smiles at him.
The maid Jane returns with a pitcher of lemonade and small intricately decorated cakes. Behind her, the footman carries the necessary plates and napkins. The help sets their refreshments up before bowing and leaving the room.
The cakes catch Coriolanus's eye immediately. They were so lavish. A real treat in his life was anything that looked as pretty as it tasted. He certainly could get used to a life where such attractive cakes were a constant. Perhaps he could find a cook with such skills for his home when he obtained his goal. He could vividly imagine serving these cakes to guests he and Sejanus would entertain in the Snow's newly refurbished parlor.
"Are you sure, Viscount? We can stay inside if you'd prefer," Sejanus interrupts his fantasy.
"Oh, quite," he assures, "A nice stroll after refreshments would be excellent." He hardly needed to burn the calories off. The most he ate weekly was at the parties various members of the Ton hosted. He was terribly thin and had an inkling that he would be taller if not for the lack of proper nutrition for most of his life.
"Then it's settled," Mrs. Plinth says, looking at her son. We'll take a stroll after we're finished."
She looks pleased with herself as she looks between the Viscount and her son.
