#mages au

[mookarts]

these were my pieces for the oihina zine!

[flubi]

made some fanart for a really good fic by @lesbianoikawa and @mooksmookin, linked here! more info about the fic under the read more!

it’s an oihina mage au, basically every few hundered years two mages are born, one of dark magic and one of light magic. the two mages are fated to fight and die at the other’s hand. hinata is the white mage and oikawa is the dark mage. juicy.

there’s also platonic iwahina (iwaizumi is half dragon and badass, my fav), great descriptions of monsters, world building, and hurt/comfort!

its easily one of my faves! its really fun to reread and realize that was foreshadowing, and this will be important later! 

[dragons-quill]

Ficlet: Thorki Flowershop AU: Mages and Mums

I asked @shabby-blog for a fluffy prompt, and she gave me Flowershop AU!

Thor moved along the tables of the greenhouse, letting his fingers trail gently along the plants as carefully maintained clouds rained the perfect amount of water for each area. He could feel the innate power in his hands, through his wrists – the calmest of the storm and the mildest of fertility magic.  He smiled as flowers bloomed in his wake, perfect for cutting and setting into bouquets. The delicate scents rose and mingled with wet earth and fresh rain, the tiniest hint of ozone.

He stopped and looked back with satisfaction, feeling his smile spread.  Perfect flowers and perfect timing – his brother should be here right about-

The old fashioned bell on the door tinkled, and Loki’s voice called out, “Thor!  Orders!”

Norns, Loki loved bossing people around.  Thor didn’t mind.  Perhaps it even sent a little shiver down his spine from time to time.  Perhaps there was a special box upstairs that only Loki had the key to that had some certain items that could be used occasionally, related to that shiver.

 Thor shook his head sharply.  He was a professional, after all.  He should at least pretend to focus on work.  This shop was theirs, his and Loki’s, and Loki accepted only perfection. “Row four!” he called back, and loose black curls came into view over the tops of the lilies as Loki hunted him down.

 “The rain, Thor,” Loki said none too gently, and Thor waved a hand to will the miniature storm away, despite the fact that Loki’s magic had kept him perfectly dry.  Loki’s sharp eyes looked over the flowers, and twists of green magic clipped this and that bloom, floating them effortlessly into one of the waiting baskets.  Thor watched with delight, never tired of the display of incredible cosmic power turned to so mundane a task.  

He loved every second.

 Read the rest on Ao3

[itslambosfault]

Dragon Age Mages Au Character Construction--Chrome

[lesbianoikawa]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou & Iwaizumi Hajime, Minor/Background Relationships Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, minor/background characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, mages au hell yeah, Slow Burn, like major slow burn, buckle up guys cuz this is gonna be a long and wild ride, Worldbuilding, Pining, Trauma, Heavy Angst, chapter 8 onwards is darker, gradually gets worse, dark themes, Action/Adventure Summary:

Over a thousand years ago, the Dark Mage wrecked havoc upon the world. It wasn't until the White Mage rose up and fought against the Dark Mage that the people had a glimpse of hope. In the final confrontation between the White Mage and the Dark Mage, the Dark Mage used the last of all of his life energy and magic power to cast one final curse: Every 300 years, the Dark Mage would be reborn, as would the White Mage. They would always perish together, and chaos would be born again.

After 4 iterations of these rebirths, Hinata and Oikawa are born, their destinies tangled and intertwined.

(Bi-weekly updates!)

[youcancallmecirce]

A Deleted Scene from Elemental

This was going to be the beginning of the next chapter, but then I realized that this scene is not important to the plot of the story and didn't belong there.  But I also didn't want to scrap it entirely, so....here you go.  Have this snippet while I try again to write the next chapter.  (There's no sex in this scene, but there are a lot of references to it, so reader beware.)

Marinette woke surprisingly early, but was in no hurry to rise.  She was snuggled against Adrien, her arm over his chest and their legs tangled, and it was wonderful.  She sighed contentedly, letting the memories of the night before wash over her as she nuzzled her face against his shoulder.  He stirred a bit, his head turned towards her with an unintelligible murmur, then settled.

She smiled, her lips curving against his bicep.  It was a little surreal, actually.  She’d been attracted to him from the first, and had been half in love with him for as long as she’d known him, but had never expected anything to actually come of it.  Now that it had, well.  She wasn’t sure she’d believe it, if she hadn’t lived through the past week herself.  They’d become so close, so quickly, and it had been as easy as breathing.

And last night!  Last night had been incredible. She’d had only two lovers before, and while the sex had been good, it hadn’t been anything like what she’d experienced the night before.  It certainly hadn’t been so good the first few times, when she and her partners were still learning about themselves and each other.  She was sure that it had been, at least in part, a result of the sexual tension that had been simmering between them all night.  The rest of it had been their mental link, and their shared sensations.  They had chemistry, sure, but that link had allowed them to blow past the awkward process of learning one another’s buttons and go straight for the mind-blowing.

Marinette shivered with remembered pleasure, and wondered if he’d mind her waking him for a second round.  Alya probably hadn’t been joking about slipping condoms into her drawer, and if she could just slip out of bed without waking him—

Wait.  Condoms.

They hadn’t used a condom last night.  They’d fucked in the ocean without a condom like a couple of wild people and she’d let him come inside her without a condom.

Panic bloomed.  When was her last period?  Were they even genetically compatible?  Was she going to have a little blonde fish baby in nine months?  She couldn’t have a baby at all, much less a fish baby.  But it was probably fine, right?  They probably weren’t compatible.  And he probably didn’t have some weird STD to pass on to her…

Marinette gulped and slid carefully out of bed, desperate to escape without waking Adrien.  She couldn’t talk to him now, not with her panic well on its way to a full-blown anxiety attack.  She closed the door with a quiet snick and leaned against it, casting about for what to do, and her eyes fell on the door across the hall.

Alya.  She needed Alya.

She barged in without knocking, and without consideration for the fact that it was absurdly early and that Alya was not alone, but she hardly registered the fact that both Alya and Nino were sleeping in the nude.   Later, she would be embarrassed at seeing Nino’s bare body down to his ass, but right now she was single minded in her determination to rouse her friend.

“Alya!” she whisper-shouted, reaching over Nino to shake her shoulder.  “Alya, wake up!  I need you!”

Alya rolled over with a groan, burying her face against Nino.  “Go ‘way.”

“Al-ya, please!  It’s an emergency!”

Alya glared blearily up at Marinette, who’d shoved at her shoulder to push her away from Nino.  “No emergencies before ten.”

Between them, Nino stirred and then stiffened as he became aware that a scantily-clad Marinette was leaning over him, her stomach pressed to his alarmingly bare back.  “Hey, Al?  Why is your best friend about to climb into bed with us?”

Alya rolled to her back and rubbed at her eyes. “Because she’s freaking over finally fucking Adrien and wants me to talk her through it,” she snarked.

Marinette straightened, huffing indignantly.  “No!  I mean, yes, but that’s not—wait, how did you know we—?”

Alya bolted upright on a squeal, taking the covers with her and leaving Nino in the nude.  “Hey!” He flushed a dark red and snatched them back.

“Wait, you actually did?  I was joking!”

Marinette blushed, but nodded in the affirmative.  “Yes, and now I really need to talk to you.”

“Aww, look at you,” Alya crooned, either oblivious to Marinette’s distress or chalking it up to her usual anxiety.  “All grown up and finally shagging the man of your dreams.”

“Alya, please.”  Marinette bit her lip, fighting tears, and Alya’s eyes widened.

Nino sat up as well, frowning.  “Marinette, what’s wrong?”

“Was it that bad?”  Alya asked, then she straightened, spine stiff and eyes blazing.  “Did he hurt you?  I swear to God, I will march in there right now and—”

“No!  No, he didn’t hurt me.”  Her eyes flicked to Nino, and she blushed again.  She’d wanted to talk to Alya alone, but Nino was bound to hear about it from Adrien later, so why not?  “And it wasn’t bad.  At all.  It was—it was good.”  She gulped and looked away from her friends’ beaming faces.  “Too good,” she added, starting to panic again.

“Too good? How—oh.”  Alya sighed, shaking her head.  “Oh Marinette, what am I going to do with you?”

Marinette buried her face in her hands and sank onto the bed on a sob.

Nino looked between them, confused.  “I missed something.  What did I miss?”

Alya ignored him, and wrapped an arm around Marinette’s shoulders.  “I’m sure it’ll be fine.  I mean, he pulled out right?  And the odds of you getting knocked up from just the once are pretty slim.”

“Oohhh,” Nino breathed in understanding, as Marinette stiffened and then leaned into Alya’s shoulder, now crying openly.

Alya pushed Marinette away to stare incredulously at her tear-streaked face. “Do you mean to tell me that he didn’t pull out?  And you didn’t push him off?”

“N-no,” she wailed in reply.  “It was just so—and then I was—and then he was—and then it was cold, and we came back here and—”

Alya shook her head, her brows raised.  “Hang on, back up.  You went somewhere?”

“The beach,” Marinette nodded.

“You got freaky at the beach?”

Another nod.

“And it was so good that you were so totally lost to the moment that it never occurred to either of you to wrap up or pull out?”

Another nod, this one accompanied by a somewhat dreamy expression.

“Damn,” said Nino, sounding impressed.  “I had no idea my boy had it in him.”

“Alright. So maybe your freak out this morning was warranted.  But—not to worry. Auntie Alya’s got you.”  She pressed a kiss to Marinette’s head, then crawled off of the bed, uncaring of her nudity.  She and Alya were close enough to be unconcerned with modesty, and of course Nino was already well acquainted with her body.  Still, she grabbed her t-shirt from the night before and tugged it over her head, before going to her dresser for a clean pair of panties.  Once all of the important bits were covered, she pulled her underwear drawer out further, and reached to the very back, groping blindly for something.  “Ah-ha!  I knew I had it in there.”

Marinette eyes the tiny brown paper bag dubiously.  “What is it?”

“Morning after pill.  Remember when we had that scare about six months ago, when I missed a day in my pack but then got too horny to care?”  Both Marinette and Nino nodded, and she tossed the bag to Marinette.  “I bought two, so that I’d have an extra one on hand, just in case.”

Marinette closed her eyes and breathed a deep sigh of relief.  “Alya, you’re the best.”

“The catch is that now you have to let me lecture you both on the importance of being careful before you shag.”

Marinette groaned, knowing full well that Alya was not joking.  Nino just laughed.

Adrien woke slowly, feeling groggy and wrung out and a little confused.  He blinked, bringing the room into focus, and remembered.  Marinette.  He sat up with a frown, looking at the empty spot in the bed next to him.   When he’d fallen asleep the night before, he’d been looking forward to waking up next to her, but the place beside him was cold.

He was disappointed, but if he was lucky, there would be other opportunities for morning snuggles.  And other things.

He rose and dressed, then left her room to see that all three of his friends were already up, and in the kitchen.  They’d been chatting amiably, until Alya’s eyes fell on him and her face darkened.

“Um, good morning?” he offered, confused by her apparent hostility.  He looked to Marinette, who looked down at her coffee with a blush, and then at Nino, who shrugged with a smirk.  He looked at Alya again.  “Did I do something wrong?”

“Adrien Agreste, did you fuck my girl without a condom last night?  Even after I so generously supplied her room with some from my own stash?”

Adrien felt the blood drain from his face, and looked at Marinette in alarm.  “Oh, fuck,” he breathed.  That hadn’t occurred to him, at all, and it should have.  It really should have.

“Yeah, ‘oh fuck’ is right.  Now, luckily for you, I was prepared for just such a circumstance, so as long as you’re clean…?”  She paused, allowing him an opportunity to nod, indicating that yes, he was disease-free, and she nodded in satisfaction.  “No harm done.  But from now on, you wrap that shit up, got it?”

Adrien nodded, quailing, but Nino snorted.  “This from the woman who had a morning-after pill on hand because she herself needed one not so long ago.”

She shot him a murderous look, then returned her attention to Adrien.  “I was stupid, so do as I say and not as I do.  I won’t have you knocking up my girl before she’s ready for it.”

“Enough, Alya,” Marinette groaned, blushing hotly at the insinuation that she would at some point want him to ‘knock her up’.  “It was my fault as much as it was his, so give him a break.”

“Fair enough.”  Alya nodded, then stood with a bright smile.  “Now, who wants crepes?”

[nanaban-kun]

Cursed with ginger smiles and a love he should never know... - End me. I finished reading chapter 2 and I wanted to draw something Mages related because I love it so much and I ended up just making myself sad. It seems so doomed but I'm so so in love with the idea of Oikawa being head over heels for Hinata when he shouldn't be. Pls let the Dark Mage and the White Mage love each other. The Mages AU is @mooksmookin and @spacegaykj and it's beautifully written please read it

[mookarts]

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