casting a spell on your heartstrings, you're caught in my snare
author: aspen blackwood | fic masterpost
series: @darkerthegods | bleak are the heavens, darker the gods
read part 1 from the series ⟶⟶ the hansenkemp novella
read part 2 from the series ⟶⟶ the evermin short story
nick fowler x ransom drysdale | knives out x the 355 au
🅼 | 🔞 | oneshot | dark fiction | playlist | dark romance bang post
tags: alternate universe - ancient rome, caos x tvd fusion au, coven politics, creature feature, dark magic, dark romance, dubious consent, paranormal fantasy, pseudocest, background robert pronge/vlad tenev
Tendrils of crimson and white fabric twined together protruded from the ball and landed in the hands of the witches. The energy brimming in the air seemed to boil over as the witches began enchanting the warlocks with their enthralling dance.
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A retelling of Proserpina and Dis Pater.
@bloodyheartsbingo: lillyrosenight's card [bloody hearts bingo i] | i'm yours [whump bloody] | becoming subservient to their captor
@character-a-character-b: rare pair bingo | a and b sharing a desperate first kiss
crossover bingo | politics au
@darkacademiabingo: flash | an ancestor makes a play for your soul
@darkspicyevanstan: quadruple challenge mode
witchcraft au + eldritch terror + historical fiction + ritual
@deaddovekink:
die in july 24 | human sacrifice
kinktober '24: dead dove chapter | human sacrifice
monsterfucking march 24 | rituals: human sacrifice
@eclipsingbingo:
card 2 | age difference
the rising moon | ritual
@fandombingo:
mcu card | mythology au
rpf card | ancient rome au
magnus archives | human sacrifice
neverwhere | saying goodbye
valentine trope flash | ambrosia
wonderland | dance of death
@fandom-free-bingo:
gingerbread | free space, alt: gasping for breath
half-baked | forbidden love
maritime may | confession
medical | alt: pursued
october | a stain so deep it can't be erased
tolkien | cut throat, prophecy
world book night edition | ancient gods + roman mythology au
@febuwhump: revenge of the sixth | pinned down
@fictionaldelightsbingo: under the sea | bleeding to death
@ficwip: hey, sweetheart
@halloweenhorrorbingo | manipulative relationship
@hurtcomfort-bingo | hurt no comfort
@julybreakbingo | mythology au
@kinkuary | humiliation
@macrocest: winter bingo | free space
@multifandom-flash: christmas | your magic's no good here
@seasonaldelightsbingo:
cozy feels | dark academia card: groomed
summertime | horror stories around the bonfire
@secretcrypticevents: into the wilds bingo | eldritch deity
@sweetspicybingo
beginnings | first victim
hurt/comfort | temporary death
winter | warm hands
Hi!
I have a couple questions about your bingo (not sure whether I'll participate but this way I'll have the info if I do) :
1) Do you accept fanart as bingo fills? And direct illustrations of pre-existing fanfics?
2) I'm not certain what ships are or aren't covered by your "no batcest" rule? Some people mean it just for the four main boys and Bruce, others include anyone even remotely bat-related, or anyone bat-related minus canon ships, or link it to adoption status (and I, uhhh… is Dick adopted now? Is Cass? Is Steph? Duke? Canon is a sprawling mess I don't follow close enough to know), or any of a dozen of in-betweens, so I'm not sure which one you mean.
3) "tag your fics": is there something specific you'd like tagged? I assume characters, relationships, and content warnings, but maybe there's more; and do you have a specific tag you'll follow for content created for the bingo? (do you plan on reblogging the fills?)
Good luck with the bingo! I'm exited for more crossover Batman fics and art!
Hi! Okay so
1) yes and yes.
2) As far as ships go you can do what you want with the bingo in general, but for the ao3 collection it’d be no bruce x any of his kids (let’s go with any of them who have lived with him, not whoever’s been officially adopted or whatever). And then as far as shipping batkids goes, kinda same rules. People like Steph, Luke, and Babs are fine to ship with whoever. They’re not siblings, they’re not Bruce’s kids, etc. Don’t pair Dick, Cass, Jason, Tim, Duke, or Damian with each other.
3) I don’t have a tag for this but I probably should have haha. All of the rules I put on there were for the ao3 collection. And as a far as “tag your fics,” mostly just content warnings. If it’s explicit, then some kind of indication about what’s in there. If there’s something that’s going to be triggering or a major ick for some people, then tagging lets people avoid it and all that. Tagging relationships is helpful too. And in general tagging can help people find your fic too which is always nice.
Crossing universes, breaking barriers, and redefining magic—this week’s Wizarding Crossover Bingo fics do it all! Whether you’re in the mood for an action-packed adventure or a heartwarming moment, these crossovers are sure to surprise and delight. Give them a read!
Title: A Book That Bites
Author: xxDustNight88
Rating: Teen & Up
Pairing: Matt Murdock/Pansy Parkinson
Fandom(s): Harry Potter, Marvel
Word Count: 2,231
Summary: In a quiet bookstore, Pansy and Matt navigate sharp words, unspoken feelings, and the blurred lines between love and ownership.
Title: Couch Cuddles
Author: lillyrosenight
Rating: Teen & Up
Pairing: Christopher Pike/Astoria Greengrass
Fandom(s): Harry Potter, Star Trek
Word Count: 467
Summary: Astoria returns home to find her husband out of sorts.
Title: The Equinox Connection
Author: aleysiasnape
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Sheev Palpatine/Thrawn/Hermione Granger
Fandom(s): Harry Potter, Star Wars
Word Count: 519
Summary: Hermione’s Equinox spell failure accidentally transports her to another world.
casting a spell on your heartstrings, you're caught in my snare | 🅼
fill | politics au
dryflowers [nick fowler x ransom drysdale] | main pairing
icyvampires [robert pronge x vlad tenev] | background pairing
series: bleak are the heavens, darker the gods
synopsis: A retelling of Proserpina and Dis Pater.
do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart | 🅼
fills | soulmate au, multiple orgasms
stucky [james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers]
series: wonder if it’s room in heaven for savages
synopsis: There was always a sweetness that lingered in Steve’s nose whenever he spent time with Bucky Barnes. It was a light floral scent with underlying honey and peach that followed Bucky wherever he went. Steve was never too far behind, low eyes and an intoxicated grin gracing his features every time. It was the look of a boy caught in a snare.
echoes of crystal springs | 🅼
fill | omegaverse
stucky [james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers]
series: burning embers of a dying world
synopsis: Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923
Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings?
Notes: I have a serious love/hate relationship with Once Upon a Time. I might not still be watching it, except I can’t quite let go of something that has even the tiniest of possibilities of having Sebastian Stan show up. It’s pretty much a disease at this point, like I’ve been taking hostage... but I had fun with this one, regardless. p.s. I stole your format @neverending-shenanigans I thought it worked well.
Type: Crossover
Length: 1,993 (close! But I made it!)
Title: from White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane
Go Ask Alice
"What the hell, dude!" Darcy shouted, as she stumbled over a large, gnarled tree root and fell face first into the dirt. When she lifted her head it became abundantly clear that she wasn't in Kansas or the tower anymore. "Uh... Did you just drag me through a portal?"
There was an unhappy grunt from above her and she felt hands on her arm, lifting, dragging her really, to her feet, much as they'd dragged her through the giant smoking, swirly hole that had suddenly been in the floor of Jane's lab. He lifted his hat up from the ground, dusted it off and placed it on his head.
"Well, it's not like you gave me any choice!" her captor growled. He tugged her firmly towards a small path that meandered through the large growth of forest that surrounded them.
"Yeah, cause I distinctly remember saying, 'Hey, guy with the funny hat and the waistcoat, you had better kidnap me or else!'"
The guy paused, squishing his face up in displeased frustration. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? But the hat has rules. Two people in, two people out, and since you tased my companion, well, sweetheart, that means you're up. You only have yourself to blame."
"Look, buddy, I don't know how they do things where you're from, but on my world, victim blaming is for the kind of asshole that-" He jerked her to a stop and put his finger to her mouth.
"I get it. You don't want to be here. I wish you weren't here, either. But the fact is you are here, and if you ever want to get home your best bet is to stick with me. I need to think, I have to figure this out, and then, I'll try and take your back, trade you for my friend, okay?" He said, looking her right in the eye.
He had very nice, stormy grey eyes, and his figure was tall and sturdy. Not that she was the kind of girl to be taken in by a pretty face or some deliberate eye contact. Still, he seemed sincere enough.
She eyed the forest behind him, suddenly wary of the shadows and dark places and what they might hold. It probably wouldn't be wise to run off into this strange new world without knowing what she was getting herself into.
"Where are we, anyway?" She asked, her eyes pinched beneath her furrowed brow.
He grabbed her hand and started leading her down the path again. Just when she'd decided he wasn't going to answer he grunted and gestured at the trees. "This is my realm. The Enchanted Forrest."
Okay, Darcy thought, that sounds fake, but okay. "And you are?"
He actually paused then, swept the hat off his head and gave her a fancy little bow. "Jefferson, at your service."
Darcy scowled harder. He may have made the appearance of a gentleman, but his tone was at least 80% sarcasm. She'd have to watch herself with this guy. He was good-looking and sarcastic. That was two out of three of her major attraction factors. She was pretty sure he didn't have a hero complex, though, so she was probably safe from a full house, what with him trying to break in and steal something from her boss.
"And you're some kind of world-jumping master thief, right?" She asked after they'd started walking again.
He scoffed, but she caught the edge of his lips twitching up. "Hardly. Especially considering how badly I'm botching my current heist," he added bitterly. "I must be getting old," he muttered to himself before he crested a rise and hummed in satisfaction at the sight before them.
The path they were on intersected a wide dirt road, complete with wheel ruts and roadkill, which she had to cover her nose at when she caught a whiff of blood and decay...
Only it wasn't road kill. Not the kind she was expecting, anyway. When they reached the open road, she could see the crosses stuck into the wet earth in the ditch on the other side. There was one every twenty or thirty feet, each with a gutted and beheaded corpse lashed to the top.
"Nope," Darcy stated simply, ripping her hand from Jefferson's and turning to run back the way they'd come.
"Hey!" He shouted and started after her. She angled away from the path, sprinting despite the branches and roots and tree trunks that tried to obscure her flight.
She didn't get very far before he tackled her from behind and knocked her roughly into the side of a felled log. She grunted in pain and struggled against his hold. "No!" She shrieked. "Let me go!"
Jefferson managed to wrestle her down, though, turning her into her back and pinning her arms next to her head and straddling her thighs to keep her from kicking with her feet. "No! Please! I just want to go home!"
"Just stop, okay!" He ordered, pushing harder on her wrists until she winced with pain. "It isn't safe here. We have to be careful-"
As if from his lips to god's ears, the sound of horse hooves on the road, still barely visible through the foliage, started growing rapidly. Her first thought was, Yay, I'm saved! But then she caught the look on Jefferson's face. Nearly equal parts fear and rage, though fear was winning by a narrow margin, poured across his expressive face. He quickly grasped two fists full of her sweater and rolled them, tossing her over the log to press her bodily into the hollow on the other side and cover her mouth with his hand.
"Quiet! Or we're both dead!" He hissed and then dropped his head down to hide his face in the crook of her shoulder.
Darcy froze, her entire body shielded by his, and her eyes wide with panic. The weight of his body was substantial, and the sound of the horses approaching grew to a thunderous roar. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned to press her ear against his cheek. His hand moved from her mouth to her other ear as he covered her, protecting her from the frightening cacophony on the road.
She stayed that way, the hard lines of his body against her soft curves, as the horses and their presumed riders passed by. Once he deemed it safe, Jefferson lifted his head and peered over the log. "They're gone," he stated confidently after a tense, silent moment.
"Who were they?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Bloody Hoods," he informed her, jaw tight and his body held rigid. He looked down at her, their face inches apart, their breathing quick and their pulses rapid from the adrenaline. “You okay?” He asked, frowning as he pushed hair out of her face.
“I could be worse, I guess,” she sighed, then decided lying here in the Enchanted Forest and having a moment with this charming but slightly unhinged man while a gang called the Bloody Hoods charged around on horseback was a bad idea. “You wanna get off me, now?”
“Right, sorry,” he murmured and climbed to his feet, offering her a hand up, which she reluctantly accepted. “We’ll have to stay off the road, but we can follow it most of the way.”
“Most of the way where?” she prodded, brushing forest detritus from her backside.
“A safe place. I told you. I need time to make a new plan,” he said then, taking her wrist in his hand once more and pulled them off through the trees.
“I take it the Bloody Hoods are bad?” she prompted, hoping for some answers to help get things sorted in her mind, put order to the chaos and give her something to focus on.
“Very,” he replied, leading her around a large puddle of muddy water. “They’re new in the forest. Showed up a couple months ago with strange weapons and lots of men. They started killing or imprisoning just about everyone they came across. They’re the ones who-“ he gestured vaguely towards the road in the distance. “They wear these creepy red masks and hoods and they are absolutely ruthless. They’re also the reason we’re in this mess. They’re the one that forced me to try and steal your friend’s invention.”
That made Darcy jerk to a halt once more. “What!? You’re working for them?”
He whipped around to return her unhappy glare. “Not by choice! What part of ‘forced’ do you not understand?”
“The part where these guys are apparently serious bad news and you’re still trying to help them instead of fighting against them! You must be some kind of coward,” she spit at him.
“They took my daughter!” he shouted right back. “They took her and they said… If I didn’t bring them the device…” He looked utterly desperate as he put his fists over his eyes and shuddered with distress. “Look, I don’t expect you to understand. But I just got my Grace back and now these MONSTERS have her and they aren’t exactly known for their benevolent handling of prisoners, okay? And I’m just…”
Darcy stopped his rambling rant by grabbing his shoulder and tugging on him. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know about your kid. You don’t…you don’t have to tell me, I get it. I mean, I don’t have any kids, so I don’t really get it, but I know I’d do just about anything to save someone I love, so… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have said that.” She rubbed his arms up and down and tried to comfort him, which was crazy because he’s the one that kidnapped her. Though… apparently he had a good reason.
She rolled her eyes and tried to force down a grown. “I’ll help you, okay, Jefferson. If we can get back to my world, I’ll talk to my friends. They sort of specialize in taking out armies of murderous badies. We’ll help you. I’ll help you get your daughter back.”
He lowered his hands and looked at her with hope shinning from every pore. Jefferson’s face fell after a second, though, and he gave her a skeptical look. “Why would you help me? I kidnapped you. Is this some kind of trick to get me to take you back? You’re just trying to manipulate me…”
“Nope,” she said popping her P and giving him her most sincere look. “Not trying to trick you. You might not be a hero, but you’re just trying to help your kid, which makes you sort of okay in my book?” she lifted a shoulder in defeat and resigned acceptance of the idea. “But my guys, they are heroes. When I tell them what’s up, they will help you. It’s what they do. It’s what I help them do.”
“You really think they can help me rescue Grace?”
“I do,” she said confidently.
Jefferson’s smile was a thing of beauty. “If you can help me get her back, I’d own you forever! I’d take you anywhere you want to go.”
She pictured herself lying on a white sand beach, watching the sunset in a bikini and having Jefferson serve her Mai Tai’s on a tray while wearing nothing but a grass skirt. She kicked herself mentally and took a step back.
“Let’s worry about getting Grace back first, okay?” she offered, lowering her hands.
“Okay,” he agreed, nodding at her wisdom. He started to turn, then stopped. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.”
“Darcy Lewis,” she said, offering her hand.
He shook it. “All right, Darcy Lewis. I’m going to trust you. Let’s get you home, shall we?” His hand was warm and strong in hers and she felt the shape of it acutely against her palm.
She followed him willingly, then. Shaking her head at herself and muttering, “Stockholm Syndrome, here I come,” as they moved through the magical trees.
