A Zilong ♡ Ling Fanfiction The timeline is after the war against the black dragon, so it's in another era of peace. The oriental fighters still keep contact with each other, or sorta do. Fully fictional and non-canon, but takes place in the canon setting (everything is the same as the original added with a few headcanons). Despite the media in this work implying skins of Zilong and Ling, the actual story is unfolding in the "Spear of Dragon" and "Cyan Finch" 's universe (A.K.A, original universe). __________ ⚠️ Heed these warnings: ⚠️ > This story is male x male or boy x boy, specifically Zilong x Ling. If you're not okay with it, then DON'T read. It's the main pairing and focus of the story. > There is also another ship aside from the main, namely Yin x Wanwan. If you don't like it, SKIP the part. (FYI, this ship in this fic is very minimum in quantity) > There might be slightly mature themes, again, AVOID this if you are uncomfortable. > There are bound to be mistakes that go unnoticed, please be respectful in giving criticism. __________ Images included in this work are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Characters, their personalities, and backstories credits all go to the game "Mobile Legends: Bang Bang"

"a dnf (dream not found) fanfic about two boys in different times that will definitely leave you sobbing" Originally written by astronomika

Runaway og!Cale & father figure!Eruhaben AU • proofread • I may have made og!Cale a little overpowered • will include a rewrite of one of the large battles • Prologue excerpt: //He was so fucking tired of it all. As if he was seeing everything through a keyhole, it felt like he was watching everybody live their own lives, having fun and experiencing hardships, building families and enjoying their time alive, but he couldn't. He was frozen in time, observing everyone around him from inside his fortified castle built from wall after wall of emotional protection. It was lonely and tiresome. Was there a good way to escape everything? Any way at all? Perhaps. '...I should just run away and live in the mountains. Nobody would look for me if I disappeared.' Perhaps this was the best way. 'Yeah... Let's just leave.' Late into the night, Cale Henituse packed a spatial bag, ate dinner with his family for the first time in months, and fled the mansion once the clock struck 10. He wouldn't be returning anytime soon.// Disclaimer: Some parts of this include dialogue/text from the light novel which I have edited and reworked to fit my AU. Credit for those parts goes to the author of Trash of the Count's Family, Yoo Ryeo Han. --- • Cover fanart drawn by @MoonA_59 on Twitter

The ancient Burial Mounds possess an extraordinary power, a thrilling voyage through time unfolds. These enigmatic Mounds, with a will of their own, embark on an extraordinary mission: to journey back to the past and seek out their cherished guardian, their A-yīng, during his days as a destitute street urchin. The Burial Mounds would skillfully coax their A-yīng towards them, luring him into the depths of their lands, where their protective embrace could shield A-yīng from any harm that may befall him. It was a desperate measure, born out of necessity to safeguard their cherished A-yīng from the clutches of the fair and righteous cultivators, whose intentions were often shrouded in uncertainty. Ingeniously, the Burial Mounds devised a plan to ensure their A-yīng's well-being by assuming human form, albeit in an unconventional manner that defied the norms of transformation. However, despite their meticulous planning, one aspect of their grand scheme unfolded in an unexpected manner. As the Mounds embarked on a perilous journey to the past, carrying with them the shattered pieces of their beloved A-yīng's soul, they did not anticipate the child's ability to recollect fragments of his previous life. It was a haunting revelation, for although his damaged soul struggled to comprehend the memories, the mere existence of these shattered recollections caused their A-yīng unimaginable anguish. Suddenly burdened with an additional responsibility, the Mounds found themselves not only tasked with protecting and nurturing A-yīng, but also guiding him towards healing the wounds inflicted in his former existence. It became an arduous endeavor, as they confronted the painful fragments of his fragmented past, offering solace and support amidst the jumbled mess of his soul's memories. The Mounds stood resolutely, knowing that the path to healing would be fraught with challenges, but determined to restore their son's fractured spirit to wholeness once more.