#festive fic recs

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite PEDRO CHARACTER FESTIVE FIC RECS, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 1 | PART 2 HERE | PART 3 HERE

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Includes festive themed stories from previous years, as well as current. Will be added to as more are released.

Happy Reading! 🖤🎄

MIXED PEDRO BOYS MASTERLISTS:

12 Days Of XXX-Mas Stories Masterlist - @morallyinept

12 Days Of Pedro - @hellishjoel

Christmas Countdown - @pedroshotwifey

A Merry Fic-Mas - @ladamedusoif

12 Days Of Pedromas - @yeollie-plz

Pedro Pascal Advent Calendar - @softpascalito

Christmas Writing Challenge 2021 - @musings-of-a-rose

Winter Writing Challenge - @nobedofroses

December 500 - @trulybetty

8 Days Of Christmas 2022 - @guess-my-next-obsession

Christmas Writing Challenge 2023 - @pintsizemama

SINGULAR PEDRO BOY MASTERLISTS:

Dincember 2023 - @dindjarindiaries Din Djarin

Cowboycember 2023 - @anabdaniels Agent Whiskey

Daddycember 2023 - @whiskeynwriting Agent Whiskey

Holi-Dave Masterlist - @wildemaven Dave York

Domestic December - @clawdeewritesfanfic Dave York

DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Masterlist - @joelsgreys Joel Miller

It's Consent Season 2022 - @fuckyeahdindjarin Dieter Bravo

Single Dad Frankie Christmas Series - @pintsizemama Frankie Morales

DIETER BRAVO:

Sleazy Santa - @morallyinept

Sweet, Sweet Icing - @palioom

Baby, It's Cold Outside - @theywhowriteandknowthings

Jingle My Bells - @joels-shitty-puns

I Crawl Home To Her - @chronically-ghosted

We Fall Like Snow Series - @psychedelic-ink

JOEL MILLER:

Foot Prints - @sin-djarin

A Very Furby Christmas - @proxima-writes

Traditions - @mandoisapunk

'Tis The Damn Season - @jksprincess10

The Tree - @bluestar22x

All I Wanted - @fhatbhabie

I'll Be Home For Christmas - @punkshort

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - @thetriumphantpanda

DAVE YORK:

Meet The Yorks - @foli-vora

Christmas Affair - @absurdthirst

FRANKIE MORALES:

A New Tradition With Frankie - @nerdieforpedro

Coming Under The Christmas Tree - @undercoverpena

Secret Santa - @frenchiereading

Candy Cane - @cerridwen007

JAVIER PEÑA:

That's what I Want For Christmas - @heythere-mel

Kiss Me Till I'm Warm - @chronically-ghosted

Home With You - @sp00kymulderr

DIN DJARIN:

A Slice Of Life Day - @linzels-blog

Mistletoe - @boliv-jenta

A Sprig Of Silver & Blue - @all-the-things-2020

Competing For Christmas - @something-tofightfor

MARCUS PIKE:

Our Last Christmas Series - @supernaturalgirl20

Where The Love Light Gleams Series - @themand0lorian

AGENT WHISKEY:

A Palomino Christmas - @fuckyeahdindjarin

MISC. CHARACTERS:

If Only In My Dreams - @mishasminion360 Zach Wellison

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #dieter bravo x reader #javier pena x reader #marcus pike x readeer #agent whiskey x reader #dave york x reader #din djarin x reader #christmas stories #festive fic recs #jett's fic recs #fic recs

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

I definitely intended to post this earlier and I wanted to have read more of your lovely festive fics by now! But please enjoy this little list, make sure to show your fanfic writers some love!

And I'll be adding new fics as I read over the next two weeks 🥰

However you're enjoying the end of the year, I hope you all have a wonderful time ❤️

Bucky Barnes

11:59, December 31 by @lunarbuck

First Times and Festive Treats by @rookthorne

New Year's Day by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

OMG A Puppy! by @jobean12-blog

Loki

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik by @xoxovivafics 🔥

Merry Mischief by @coldnique

Peace by @lokisgoodgirl

Santa's Naughty Girl by @nicoline1998enilocin 🔥

Secretive Santa by @lokisgoodgirl

Sleigh Ride by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Slipping Between Future and Past by @muddyorbsblr

That's A Wrap by @ijuststareatstuffhereok89

Underneath the Tree by @infinitystoner 🔥

Underneath the Tree by @lokischambermaid

Understanding Home Alone by @lady-rose-moon

Unwrapped by @superficialdomina 🔥

Warmed Up by @catsladen

Multiple Partners

Santa's Baby (Penthouse Christmas Special) by @kinanabinks 🔥 (Thor, Steve, Ari, Bucky X Reader)

Nessian

Holiday Traditions by @danikamariewrites

#Festive fic recs #fic recs #Loki #Bucky #Nessian #Cassian #nesta archeron #Thor #Ari #Steve

[all-the-things-2020]

Summary: When you land on a backwater planet for a routine job, your feelings for your bounty hunter boss are revealed, thanks to a local holiday tradition.

Rating: PG-13 (implied sexual activity but everything happens off screen)

Notes: This was written in 2020, before we knew Grogu’s name. I wrote it for the Pedros12DaysofChristmas gift exchange on tumblr as a gift for @djarinslover.

Word count: 3600+

Tags: @morallyinept Jett, please add to your Festive Fic Rec List 🎄❄️🎁

The wind whipped across the plain that lay outside the little town. You huddled into your coat, which was not thick enough for this weather. Din’s cape plastered itself to his back and the Child he carried whined at the cold. “It’s not far,” Din said. “I’ll keep you warm, kid.” The green child snuggled closer and made an inquiring noise. “And we’ll get something to eat. I promise.” The Child cooed and snuggled closer, his tiny clawed hand clutching at the smooth beskar of Din’s breastplate. You marveled at how well the two communicated, considering the Child couldn’t talk yet. Of course, you and Din were often able to communicate without words, even though his face was always hidden by his helmet.

The ramp rumbled closed behind you as the three of you made your way to the gate of the town. It was another nondescript settlement on a nondescript planet; somewhere that should have been a safe hiding place for a being on the run, but Din was a relentless hunter and very rarely failed to find his quarry. You were surprised that he hadn’t simply left you and the Child on board while he checked out this new lead, but you had learned not to question him when it came to bounty hunting. That was his area of expertise, not yours.

There was a gateway of sorts over the road into town, and it was bedecked with boughs of some evergreen plant that smelled spicy and stringent. Bunches of red and white berries were tied here and there with bright yellow ribbons.

You stepped a bit closer to Din as you entered the town. The houses looked empty, although some had colorful lights hanging in the windows, and most of them had boughs hanging over the door frame. “Where is everyone?” you asked, disconcerted by the lack of people and the empty echoes of your feet against the walls.

Din shifted the Child in his arms and grunted. “Must be in the center of town for the festival,” he said briefly.

“Festival?”

He nodded, but kept walking. “It’s the Midyear Festival. Winter solstice or something like that. I thought the kid might enjoy seeing it.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a small pouch of credits, which he handed to you. “There’s sure to be some food for sale. Maybe you can find him a toy or something, keep him from stealing the knob off my gearshift all the time.”

You hid your smile, knowing that Din would just get brusque and dismissive if he saw it. You took the pouch and slipped it into the inside pocket of your coat. “And it gives you a good excuse to be here, too,” you said. “Bringing the kid to see the festival. Who’d be suspicious of that?”

Din turned his helmeted head slightly and you just knew he was rolling his eyes at you; the man could convey a full range of emotions with just a tilt of the head or shift in body weight. You’d learned to read him well during your time aboard the Razor Crest. You just wondered what it would take to get him to express the emotions you were almost certain were lurking just underneath the surface of what he’d allow himself to feel.

The town square was packed with beings of all kinds, eating and drinking and shopping at the booths that had sprung up around the perimeter. They were all decked out with the same evergreen boughs and berries. Din handed the Child to you. “Here, find him something to eat and look around at the wares,” he said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. It shouldn’t take me long to get the information I need and then we can move on.”

You held the Child close as the two of you watched Din walk away, his cape swaying behind him as he strode across the square. He didn’t have to weave his way through the crowd; they parted in front of him. You felt a swell of … not exactly pride, since it was mixed with a healthy dose of lust ...Din looked good as always, and you had to remind yourself that so far he’d treated you as no more than a crewmate.

“Come on, kiddo,” you said once Din had been swallowed up by the crowd. “Let’s get you something yummy to eat.”

The Child made it clear that he wanted one of the large, sugar dusted cookies that several children were carrying around, and you quickly found the booth that was selling them. You purchased two and found a place to sit down. You and the Child nibbled at your treats, watching everyone in their festival finery. “They sure are dressed up, aren’t they?” you said. The Child continued to munch on his cookie, but he pricked his ears up, so you knew he was listening. “Think we’ll ever have money to waste on fancy clothes like that? Yeah, probably not. Your dad’s pretty tight with the purse strings. And fuel and ship repairs are expensive.” You sighed. Life was better now that you were traveling with the Mandalorian and his strange little foundling, but it was never easy in this part of the galaxy.

Once the cookies were gone (and part of yours might have mysteriously found its way into the kid’s hands), you picked the Child up and wandered around the square, looking at the sights. At one booth, you found an assortment of wooden toys which you found charming but which barely got a glance from the Child. What he did like were the shiny ornaments that hung from a large bough in the next booth over.

“Those look awfully fragile, kiddo,” you said doubtfully.

“But you would be wrong,” said the young woman behind the counter at the booth. “They are made of durasteel, hand painted and beautiful, but guaranteed to withstand the wildest gaggle of children and/or beasts.” She took down the one that had caught the Child’s eye, a silvery globe just big enough for both of his little hands to grasp, painted all over with geometric shapes in a brilliant azure blue. As the Child reached desperately for it, you knew you’d never hear the end of it if you didn’t get it for him.

“How much?” you asked, sure it was going to be outrageously priced and Din would be mad at you for spending so much on a useless bauble.

“Five credits,” the woman said. She tilted her head, taking in your patched trousers and the raggedy hem on the Child’s robe. “Let’s say four. Can’t let a kid go without a Midyear present, can we?”

You would have gladly paid five, but bit your tongue. A credit saved was a credit earned, after all. You handed over the money and the Child cooed as he examined the beautiful ball in his hands.

“And what about for you?” the young woman asked. “Do you have your sprig of laramin yet?”

“My sprig of what?” you asked.

She nodded. “Figured you for an offworlder,” she said, reaching up to pull a bundle of blue and white leaves down from a rack at the back of the stall. “Laramin,” she said, holding it out to you. “Almost sold out, so you’re just in time.” She held it up above her head. “It’s a tradition. At midnight on Midyear Day, you try to get your sweetheart under the laramin. Legend has it, if you kiss them under the laramin leaves at midnight, they’ll love you forever.” She gave you an appraising look. “I saw you come into the square with that tall fellow in the shiny armor. I’ll bet you’d like to get him under the laramin.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, but still asked the price of the bundle of leaves. One credit, and she threw in some silver ribbon to hang it from. “Little guy might want to play with it, after. Since it matches his ornament and all,” she said. You thanked her and tucked the sprig of laramin in your pocket next to the credit pouch.

You took another turn around the square, but the Child only had eyes for his ball, and soon you settled back down on a bench to wait for Din. You’d bought a couple more of those cookies, but hidden them away from the Child. You wanted to save at least one for Din, although who knew when he’d have a chance to eat it. He always snatched a bite here or there when you and the kid were asleep or busy.

Finally, you saw his shiny helmet weaving its way through the crowd, swiveling back and forth as he scanned the crowd for you. You suppressed the urge to stand up and wave; Din was a skilled hunter and he’d find you and the Child easily enough. Besides, you didn’t want to seem desperate or anything. You thought guiltily of the sprig of leaves in your pocket and your face got hot. It was ridiculous and a waste of money, but at least you’d saved the credit you spent on it when the vendor cut the price on the Child’s bauble.

Din reached you. “Come on,” he said, motioning for you to stand. He picked up the Child, who held out his new treasure for inspection. “Hmm … very nice, buddy. You do like shiny things, don’t you?” The Child chirped his agreement and returned to admiring the blue and silver ornament. Din turned to you. “Did you get yourself anything?”

You were flustered. “Um, I bought the kid and me each a cookie earlier, and I got a few more to take with us. So you can have one later. They’re pretty good.” You were rambling, but you didn’t want to admit you’d bought the laramin sprig. You’d toss it in the trash compactor when you got back to the ship.

Din simply nodded and began to walk. “We can stay overnight and head after the quarry in the morning,” he said as you followed him through the crowd. “I don’t think he’ll be on the move for a while, according to the intel I got.”

The ship was quiet and cold when you arrived, but that was normal. It just seemed darker than usual because you’d come from the brightly lit festival. Din closed up the ramp and busied himself with a check of his arsenal. “Keep an eye on the kid,” he said. “He’ll probably be busy with his new toy, but still, I don’t want him getting near the weapons.”

You nodded and took the Child into the tiny bunk where he and Din slept. The Child had a hammock strung from the ceiling; the sleeping area took up the entire bottom of the bunk, which you secretly thought looked more like a storage closet than a bedroom, but it wasn’t your ship. Your own sleeping area was a pile of blankets on top of a foam pad tucked behind some crates between the main hold and the carbonite freezer. It wasn’t fancy, but at least you had more room than Din and the kid had.

You sat with your back to the bunk entrance, with the Child in front of you, so he was blocked from getting out. The little womp rat was stealthy and you’d learned that unless you could see him at all times, he was capable of slipping past you and getting into trouble. Right now, though, he was enthralled with his new shiny toy and happy to sit and burble at it. You slid the packet of cookies out of your pocket, worried they would get crushed. The Child perked up at the sight of them, but you said, “Not right now. Wait until your dad’s done, then we’ll all have one, okay?” His ears drooped a bit, but he returned to the toy with only a tiny sigh.

You also pulled out the credit pouch. You would return it to Din when you gave him his cookie. The sprig of laramin came with it, the silver ribbon tangled around the pouch.

“What’s that?”

Din was almost as sneaky as his little green kid. “Oh, just a decoration,” you said, hiding your face by looking down at the Child. “The girl who sold us the ornament insisted I take one. No charge.” You dropped the laramin on the bed and held out the pouch. “Here’s what’s left of your credits.”

Din held out his gloved hand and took the pouch gently. He didn’t open it, or even test its weight, even though you knew he was always careful with his money. “Don’t lie to me,” he said firmly.

“What?”

“I told you when you came aboard, I don’t tolerate lying,” he said, tucking the credit pouch back into a pocket. “I know what that is.” He pointed at the bedraggled bunch of laramin leaves. “It’s some sort of love charm or something, isn’t it?”

You took a deep breath before you spoke. “It’s a decoration,” you repeated. “You hang it up and if you can kiss your sweetheart under it at midnight on Midyear Day, then the legend says they’ll love you forever. It’s silly. I just took it because the girl insisted. We can throw it away.”

You reached for the leaves, ready to crumble them into a wad, but Din was faster. He picked up the bundle and dangled it over your head by the silver ribbon. “No, let’s hang it up,” he said. “We could use some decoration in this old bucket.” You turned around in the bunk, wondering what he was going to do.

He reached up and tied the ribbon over an exposed girder. “There,” he said. “Festive, don’t you think?” Then he turned abruptly and headed up the ladder to the cockpit.

“What was that all about?” you asked the Child, who had crept up beside you. He stared at you for a moment, then shrugged and went back to admiring his ball.

You could hear Din moving around up in the cockpit but he wasn’t planning to move the ship until morning. Had he gotten embarrassed by the laramin? Was he trying to pretend nothing had happened to spare your feelings? You’d tried your best to hide your attraction to him, but the man was a hunter; he noticed details. He was probably well aware of the way you watched him, the way your eyes lingered over certain parts of his anatomy as he moved. And you were sure he knew how you tensed up when he moved close to you, how hard you resisted leaning into his touch when he laid a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at the wilted sprig of laramin, just hanging there mocking you.

It was getting late, so you arranged your bed, which usually got messed up during the day, either from the movements of the ship as it flew, or the feet of the Child, who pattered around the hold when he got restless. The kid slowly followed you, his eyes starting to droop. When he yawned, you scooped him up and tucked him into his hammock. “Your dad will be down pretty soon,” you told him, even though you didn’t know what the hell Din was doing up there.

With the kid in bed, and Din busy, you pulled off your boots and got ready to crawl into your nest of blankets. You had just untied the string that held your hair back out of your face when you heard Din’s boots on the ladder. You looked up. He glanced briefly at you and then ducked into the bunk. Oh, well.

“Here,” Din said, suddenly looming over you. He was holding out a scrap of old blanket.

“What?” You took the piece of fabric, wondering what was going on.

“Put it on,” he said curtly, making a circling motion around his head. “Cover your eyes.”

“Um, okay,” you said, twisting the fabric and wrapping it around your face. You tied it behind your head. It was an effective blindfold; you couldn’t see a thing through it’s tight weave.

“Good,” Din said. He reached out and took your hand. “Stand up.” When you did, he moved his hand to your shoulder. “Over here.”

You shuffled after him in your stocking feet. The floor of the hold was cold and hard through your socks. Din carefully adjusted your position and then stood quietly. “What’s going on?” you asked, but he shushed you.

“Almost time,” he said. When the alarm on his chronometer beeped, you heard him take a deep breath, followed by the click and slight hiss of his helmet being detached. You held your breath. Was he … was he really …

A gloved hand stroked your cheek and slid behind your head, holding it steady. “I’m not sure how to do this,” Din said quietly. His voice wasn’t distorted by the vo-coder in the helmet and you heard a nervous quaver in it. “I’ve … I’ve never done this before,” he whispered.

Your heart was pounding. It was happening. “That’s okay,” you said softly. “Just do what feels right.” You lifted your hand to touch his face, the face you’d imagined so many times. You gently traced the curve of his cheek, the sharp ridge of his nose, the soft pillows of his lips. You felt his breath hitch as you slid your fingers back and forth against his lips. Then he brushed your hand out of the way and pressed those lips against yours.

It was everything you had imagined, and more. His lips were soft and clumsy as he kissed you, his fingers tightening in your hair as he held your head in place. You lifted your other hand to the back of his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, giving a gentle tug as he pulled back from the kiss. “How was that?” he asked breathlessly.

“Not bad,” you said. “But you definitely need practice.” You pulled him closer and kissed him harder, sliding your tongue along the seam between his lips, until he parted them and you were able to deepen the kiss. When your tongue darted into his mouth, he gasped and his free arm wrapped around your waist. You responded by pressing your body against his armored chest, wishing he’d shed more than his helmet.

After a few minutes, you came up for air. “Happy Midyear,” Din said, his voice raspy.

You laughed and pressed your head against his shoulder pauldron. “Was that my present?” you teased.

“The first of many, I hope,” Din said hesitantly. “I … I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about me, but when I saw the laramin sprig, I thought, what the hell.” His arms tightened around you and pulled you closer to him, squishing you against his armored body.

“Is the kid asleep?” you asked.

“I think so,” he replied. “I closed the door to the bunk.”

You chuckled. “Good idea. He doesn’t need to see this.” You pulled Din’s head down for another kiss, and started backing toward where you thought your bed was. Din steered you by the shoulders until you felt the edge of your foam pad under your feet.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said. “I’ve been dying to find out what’s under all that beskar.” He laughed and kissed you again.

**************************************

When you woke the next morning, you were alone. Your blindfold was gone. Your clothes were folded neatly on a crate next to your bed. You could hear Din talking softly to the Child in the cockpit.

You got up carefully, stiff and sore in places that hadn’t seen much activity recently. You got dressed and made your way to the ‘fresher. After you’d splashed a little water on your face, you climbed the ladder to the cockpit.

“Good morning,” Din said quietly. He was in the pilot’s seat, the Child perched on his lap, watching as he entered coordinates and ran through the pre-launch sequence. The new durasteel ball was clutched in the Child’s hand and the knob had been returned to the lever where it belonged.

“Good morning,” you replied. Din waved you closer and as you came alongside the chair, he slid his hand to the small of your back. You leaned down to greet the Child, who babbled to you about something.

Din sat back in the pilot’s seat. He gently placed the Child on the floor. “Get in your chair and buckle in,” he told the small creature. As the kid toddled toward his seat, Din tilted his helmet up to look at you. His hand returned to your waist. “Last night …,” he began.

You cut him off. “It’s okay if it was just the holiday,” you said. “It’s okay if it never happens again.”

He shook his head. “No, it … it wasn’t just the holiday. I’d like it to happen again. It’s just … I can’t let you see my face. It will have to be like that.” His hand slid gently up and down against your back.

You leaned over him and pressed a kiss against the cold beskar of his helmet. “It’s fine,” you said. “I know how important The Way is to you. I would never ask you to abandon it.���

Din was silent for a long moment, then nodded his head. He pulled away from you. “Okay, then. You’d better get buckled in. We’re taking off in two minutes.”

You took your seat next to the Child. Din finished the last few checks and pressed a button to ignite the engines. As the ship began to lift off the surface, you noticed something dangling above the control panel, jiggling with the vibrations of the ship. A bedraggled sprig of blue and white leaves, tied tightly with a silver ribbon.

#the mandalorian #star wars #grogu #baby yoda #fanfic #din djarin #holiday themed #friends to lovers #din djarin x reader #din Djarin fluff #tooth rotting fluff #festive fic rec list

[meetmymouth]

This is the my asking with the prettiest of prettiest please to please give us a smidgen of whatever is living in your brain inspired by the absolute meal that is our man at the Venice film festival

“How do I look?”

He’s standing by the full-length mirror in his hotel room as you scroll through your phone, sat on the king-sized bed. People are coming in and out of the room, but his attention is on you as Harry Lambert ties the scarf around his delicate neck.

You look up, for the umpteenth time that day, and look him up and down once more.

He looked good.

He knew he did, and it made you want to reach and grab him by the neck, and press your lips together.

“Perfect,” you let out, more in a whisper, and it makes him smile.

“I honestly don’t want to do this,” Harry looks down as Lambert adjusts something on his perfectly-tailored trousers.

“Baby…”

“It’ll be so awkward,” he turns to you, rather than talking to you through the mirror. “Everyone’s been mad at Olivia. Florence isn’t answering my texts…”

“It’s not your fault,” you try to reason with him. “What happened post-production is none of your or their fault. This is your night, baby,” you get up from the bed, and walk over to him. Pressing your lips to his, it makes him smile into the kiss, and you rub his shoulders.

“I know, I just feel bad.”

“Enjoy it!”

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, breath hitting your face. You smile. “I love you so much— thank you for being here,” Harry bites his bottom lip.

He looks like an angel in this light, you find yourself thinking. Perfectly-styled hair, custom fit, shoes to match… he’s born to do this, you think.

“I love you, too, baby.”

He turns around, and grabs the sunglasses from the vanity. He puts them on your face, and lets out a giggle.

“You look like me.”

“I look like a tit,” you shrug, looking in the mirror. “These ridiculous sunglasses were made for your face,” you take them off, and put them on his face.

Perfect.

Harry smiles, getting closer to you. He places his hand on your cheek, and kisses your nose, then your cheekbone.

“Thank you. How did I get so lucky?”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles concept #concepts #venice film festival #don’t worry darling #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic rec #ask

[beefrobeefcal]

toxicanonymity aka Toxy

@toxicanonymity has been here right form the get go. Every time I posted anything that seemed remotely self deprecating, they were in my inbox, waggling their finger and hollering encouragement and praise my way. You wouldn't know it by their presence in your blog, but they're a big deal around here with their scrumptious takes on Joel - each iteration is its own treat (you can safely assume each fic is Joel or Joel related on this list). Picking ONLY 5 of Toxy's work is down right hard and unfair and I am sorry I can't pick them all because of these stupid rules I made.

It's with their support that I'm continually writing and moving forward, and it with their friendship that I feel like I belong.

Thank you, Toxy!

My-hat-is-off-won't-you-stand-up-&-take-a-bow regards,

Beefro👌🥩💜

Here's my Top 5 of @toxicanonymity 's work:

Slasher Joel series - Joel Miller

I was never really into the slasher genre... until this. I cannot get enough. I love it. The unhinged Joel, his batshit mom, the endless scenarios this could go... it's hot and leaves me wanting SO. MUCH. MORE.

Leopard Print - Joel & Tommy Miller

UNF. This was hotter than I could have imagined and sent me on a downward spiral into a pit of goo. Do yourself a favour and read it.

Raider Joel series - Joel Miller

What is there to say about this series? Toxy and Raider Joel go hand in hand in my mind and aren't we all the better for it? This is peak gruff Joel right here, and leaves me feeling like a smol bean [spoiler: I am not a smol bean] needing to be manhandled and thrown around a bit.

Left in Lincoln - Joel Miller

I'm sorry to say that I slept on this one for too long. It was at the behest of a few moots that I finally read it and dag nabbit... I shouldn't have waited! It's so good! In terms of writing and craft, this is my favourite of Toxy's.

Night Walks series - Joel Miller

Now speaking of favourites, this is it for me. Yes, LiL is a literary champ, but this... fuck me sideways and call me Shirley. I don't know of it's because i love a sleazy man who gets high (hello youth!) or if it's the way I see myself is Reader's lame attempts to keep him at bay, but this is my ride or die of the ToxicJoel's.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Vampire Joel

Just the Tip

Stuffing

Stepdad

Thigh's Out

#friend of beefro fic rec #toxicanonymity #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal tummy #pedro pascal fanfiction #rec a fic festival 2023 #beefro is blessed #🥩

[steevbuckk]

FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 16/100

a special post of my fav holiday one-shots ❤

Newly fallen snow by @buckybees

[Post TWS, 2 309 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

“Buck” said Steve, slowly, taking his hands. “It’s snowing”.

Recovering, adjusting, and not entirely sure he isn’t about to be snatched away again, Bucky celebrates his first Hanukkah since 1943. It’s not like it was before, but maybe, with Steve, that was starting to be okay.

Claw My Way to Your Heart by @wearing-tearing

[Modern AU, 6 546 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

“You didn’t name your pet?” Dr. Rogers raises an eyebrow at him, obviously amused.

“She’s not my pet,” Bucky argues, and the look Dr. Rogers gives him makes it clear he knows Bucky is lying.

kiss me underneath the mistletoe (show me, baby, that you love me so) by @its-tortle

[Christmas fic, 2 514 words, General Audiences]

Summary:

Bucky looks around the room with an ever widening smile, making no move to take off his coat or boots. He’s trailing snow onto the carpet, but Steve has never given less of a fuck.

Because Bucky looks radiant. He looks more glowy than Steve thinks he’s seen him in months, with a Cheshire Cat grin and tinted cheeks and lights in his eyes. He spins on his axis once, twice, three, times. He laughs at the angel bearing a rough resemblance to himself.

Steve allows himself to think this whole thing was a good idea. “You like it?”

Bucky turns back to him with an incredulous joy. “You’re kidding, right? I love it. I don’t even know what to do with myself right now, I love it so much.”

Stumbling Love by @gigi-gigi

[Christmas fic, 12 137 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

Steve’s alone at Christmas but an unusual invitation presents itself and turns his holidays into something else entirely.

Hooked on a feeling by @kalee60

[Roommates, 6 211 words, Explicit]

Summary:

Steve Rogers was in trouble. And not the kind that could land him in jail, or even earn him a fine or a sternly worded letter. This trouble started with a capital B and happened to be his roommate of three years.

He'd not intended to fall in love with Bucky, not at all - but he did, and now it was Christmas and he was starting to realise if he didn't say something soon, then he'd never find the courage to speak up.

But coming up with, and executing the perfect plan was far from easy, and on top of that - was Bucky even interested in him?

Steve finds himself with no choice but to put his harebrained scheme into motion and hope for the best.

It was Christmas after all, and wasn't that the most wonderful time of the year?

Happy Hanukkah, Bucky Barnes by Lasgalendil

[Holidays, 1 759 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

"I’m like a bad penny, huh,” Bucky asked when they finally broke apart. “I just keep turnin’ up.”

“Least one of us gets our Hanukkah gelt,” Steve said, and leaned in to kiss him again.

A Little More Light by @hotcocoaharrington

[Pre-War, 7 587 words, General Audiences]

Summary:

“C’mon, Stevie. There’s no way I’m lettin’ you spend the holidays all alone. Besides, Ma’s expectin’ you, and if you don’t show she’s gonna be real upset,” Bucky prods, poking his toe into Steve’s side. They’re sprawled out on Steve’s ratty old sofa, Steve perched on one end, intently focused on whatever he’s drawing in that sketchbook of his, while Bucky takes up the rest of the couch by stretching across the cushions.

Steve’s pencil stills against the page, and he sets it down, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips as he fixes a thoroughly unimpressed stare onto Bucky. “Using your Ma to guilt me into crashing your holiday celebrations is a dirty, dirty trick, Barnes.”

“How many times do I hafta tell you, you ain’t crashin’ anything. We want you there,” Bucky assures, and bends down so his head falls into Steve’s line of sight, which has dropped back down to his sketchbook. Bucky’s practically lying in his lap now, and he reaches a hand up to touch Steve’s cheek, soft and gentle. “I want you there.”

more fics

#100stucky #stucky #stevebucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stevebucky au #christmas #christmas fics #christmas fluff #hannukah #festive #holiday #jewish bucky barnes #fluff #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #steve rogers #stucky fic rec #stucky fanfic #fic rec #mcu #my recs #stucky fic #stucky fanfiction #marvel #captain america #winter soldier #marvel fic

[beefros-sin-bin]

This is a two-parter in conjunction with my main blog @beefrobeefcal!

part one: Recommend that fic , baby!

Have a fic you wanna recommend bc it made you loose sense of all time & space?

Have a fic you wrote and you're hella proud of it?

HOW TO SUBMIT:

Send it on over in an ask to @beefros-sin-bin with the tag: #rec-a-fic2023 by 4:00 pm MST Sunday, December 24th, 2023.

Fics should have been released in the year of our lord 2023.

P-Boy fics preferred... but if there's a Pedro-Adjacent fic you just gotta share...

Include a blurb about why you submitted the fic.

You can submit anonymously or GO FULL MONTY!

Submissions will remain anonymous unless you explicitly state you want your name on it!

part two: #friend-of-beefro fic recs

The second part is all beef, baby! I'm going to highlight & celebrate the writers who set me on the sinful path I found myself on in 2023. I'll be boosting five fics from each of my founding fathers (affectionate) and telling y'all the reason I love them so much.

Feel-the-magic-there's-something-that-drives-me-wild regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

#beefro recommended #join me in sin #beefro approved 👍 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #friend of beefro #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #🥩 #rec-a-fic festival 2023

[lotusflowerbreakingthesurface]

817 Special Recs

Happy 817 anniversary! 🎊 (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

Art source:《雨村笔记 旅行篇》(I've edited it a bit)

On this special day, I decided to recommend something different. It is a DMBJ analysis/meta focused solely on PingXie. It's titled 《论瓶邪的春秋笔法》 (translated as "On PingXie's Spring and Autumn Brushwork") series by HAnanana on Lofter. This analysis is so great ✨ Most of it, I personally think that what she said is very very reasonable.

There will be 9 parts and each of them has their own topic to talk about. If you like reading a meta or an analysis then try this one. You won't regret it! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Note: The author is definitely PingXie party and it's not reversed (she said it herself).

Snippets:

[...] PingXie's feelings is motivated by the character and experience of the characters themselves. Daomu Biji is indeed not a romance novel, but I can say that the description of feelings surpasses most novels that focus on romance.

[...] It's normal for Zhang Qiling to like Wu Xie. What Wu Xie gave him was sincerity without purpose. This is what he needs the most and is the least likely to get.

You can read the rest here∼

论瓶邪的春秋笔法：张起灵喜不喜欢吴邪 📝On PingXie's Spring and Autumn Brushwork : Zhang Qiling likes Wu Xie or not

论瓶邪的春秋笔法（二）：吴邪对张起灵的保护欲 📝On PingXie's Spring and Autumn Brushwork (2) : Wu Xie's desire to protect Zhang Qiling

论瓶邪的春秋笔法（三）：张起灵的喜欢是怎样表现的 📝On PingXie's Spring and Autumn Brushwork (3) : How does Zhang Qiling express his liking?

论瓶邪的春秋笔法（四）：吴邪和张起灵的匹配度 📝On PingXie’s Spring and Autumn Brushwork (4) : The matching degree of Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling

论瓶邪的春秋笔法（五）：To do or not to do 📝On PingXie's Spring and Autumn Brushwork (5) : To do or not to do

论瓶邪的春秋笔法（六）：原作中的cp粉们 📝On PingXie's Spring and Autumn Brushwork (6) : CP fans in the original work

论瓶邪的春秋笔法（七）：剧好上头，唠一唠“嗑” 📝On PingXie's Spring and Autumn Brushwork (7) : The drama is good, let's talk about it

论瓶邪的春秋笔法（八）：带我回家 📝On PingXie's Spring and Autumn Brushwork (8) : Take Me Home

论瓶邪的春秋笔法（九）：再从神仙撒娇谈起 📝On PingXie's Spring and Autumn Brushwork (9) : Let's talk about fairy acting like a baby again

#pingxie #dmbj #special recs #pingxie meta #pingxie meta recs #pingxie analysis #dmbj meta #dmbj meta recs #dmbj analysis #not fic recs #meta recs #chinese pingxie meta #瓶邪 #daomu biji #盗墓笔记 #pingxie only #瓶邪only #817 special #817 daomi festival #817 rice festival #八一七稻米节 #happy 817 daomi festival #happy 817 rice festival #happy 817 #happy new year

[lunar-years]

jamie 100% went to fyre fest lmao

Have you read the royjamie fyre festival au fiji for free ? Lol

#rated e read tags and tread w caution etc #it’s deeply unserious and wonderful #as someone who ate up that fyre festival documentary it gave me a good chuckle lol #anyway to respond to your thought yes yes he totally would lol #royjamie #ship post #fic rec

[lucas-koh]

As we’re coming into one of my favourite times of year, I thought I’d compile all my festive fics for anyone who needs a festive fix 😉

A Whiskey Miracle

Bobby/OC. The couple from my longfic Whiskey on Your Lips celebrate their first Christmas together. Four short chapters of absolute, pure fluff.

Down The Chimney

Carl/OC. Grinch and Christmas lover come together through a series of strange events.

Not Just On Christmas

Harry/OC. Family friends with benefits see each other again for the first time in three years.

Both of my completed longfics, Whiskey on Your Lips and Stitches have Christmas chapters as well🎄

Others:

Seeking Silence

Noah/OC. Not a specifically festive fic, but written for a Christmas gift exchange and winter-themed.

Snow Day

Aurora/Reader (Choices: Open Heart). Again, not festive but written for a winter exchange and winter-themed.

#litg #love island the game #litg fic rec #love island game #litg season 2 #litg fanfic #litg ff #litg fic #litg bobby #litg carl #litg Harry #litg noah #choices: open heart #festive #masterlist

[that-mifi]

Recently I've been mourning pre iradori kazuscara and what the ship was like then, with all the inaccurate lore and speculation. Like I've been really missing it but also happy about how kazuscara developed in the fandom (mostly recently with scara's lore and story and redemption) so I was thinking: Why not look at some older Kazuscara fics? Stuff that was written before iradori happened. Then I remembered a fic that seemed to be really popular that I have started reading before but dropped for some reason. I decided to give it another chance and damn do I not regret it. If you want to satisfy your og kazuscara needs like me you should definetly read

no password, no poison

by Anonymous

Warnings:

Graphic depictions of violence

Summary:

After he surrenders the ineffective gnosis to the Fatui, Scaramouche plans revenge against Raiden Ei. That is, if this shopkeeper would just give him the fucking poison.

Relationships:

Kaedehara Kazuha/Scaramouche

Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Katsuragi & Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Raiden Ei | Baal & Scaramouche

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Fluff and Angst

Self-Harm

Scaramouche Backstory (Genshin Impact)

Minor Character Death

Torture

Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Manipulation

Blood and Gore

Hurt/Comfort

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Mutual Pining

Unethical Experimentation

Drug Use

Feelings Realization

Not Beta Read

References to Depression

bullshit lore i made up

knowledge of scara lore needed to read

takes off after 2.1 update

written and planned before scaramouche release

slow burn. as in slow FUCKING burn

Angry Scaramouche

Amortentia Potion (Harry Potter)

Suspension Of Disbelief

mxtx arcane and aot references

#kazuscara #scarakazu #kaedehara kazuha #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #pre iradori festival #kazuscara timecapsule or smth #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic recommendation #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic rec #genshin fic recs #genshin fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #Mifi's amazing fic recs

[harrypocter]

Padma Patil Masterlist

moodboard by @artemisia-black

Not from everything by @diana-bookfairchild

5 times Padma stopped Parvati from doing something + 1 time she didn't.

Spinal Stem by @ashesandhackles

Padma grows up, and discovers few things about herself independent from her sister.

Birthday Girls by @bluethepineapple

After the war, Padma sings herself and her sister a birthday song.

Late Nights in the Office by @merlins-sequined-hotpants

The Witch Weekly Mail-In Matchmaking Service promises to match you with compatible singles from our extensive database! Just owl through your questionnaire and a recent photo and we'll do the rest!'

It was a joke, something Padma and Anthony did after a few too many drinks. But when a familiar face shows up in the pile of profiles, Padma can't help but be intrigued.

Last week, we extended the deadline for Festival of Colours! Read about it here.

#festival of colours #padma patil #fic recs #hp fanfiction

[kalluzeb4later]

Barhyn Fest 2023

Challenge 4: Rec a fic or share an AO3 bookmark

            The Grand Gamble by MossyWrites This was the first Kalluzeb fic I ever read. Pretty sure I read it before I even started watching Rebels.

#kalluzeb #bahryn festival 2023 #bahryn festival #bahryn fest 2023 #bahrynfest2023 #fic #fic rec #mossywrites #mossy writes

[1dchristmasfest]

Day 16 🎄🎅🏻

All I Want For Christmas Is You by @sparklebootsandvans

“Shame on them! Christmas slaps,” Louis says and nods seriously making Harry giggle cutely, “so, shall we get this party started then?”, he adds feeling brave enough to admit his desire to spend more time with the curly-haired boy.

Harry looks at him in surprise, “what do you mean?”, he asks again.

“Well, if you love Christmas and I love Christmas and both of us didn’t have time to really kick off the holiday season yet, why don’t we work together and get the job done much faster and with loads more fun?”, Louis replies with a warm feeling in his stomach.

“You wanna decorate with me?”, Harry asks again almost as if he can’t believe it.

“Decorate, make Christmas cookies, watch Christmas films, go pick a tree, you name it you call it!”

His inner omega preens at the soft glimmer that appears in Harry’s eyes, “I’d like that,” he says shyly.

Or a Christmas AU in which a soft alpha with gorgeous green eyes and an even prettier smile moves into Louis' apartment complex and turns the omega's world upside down during his most favourite time of the year - featuring christmas decorating, christmas markets, cookies in the making, and copious amounts of mulled wine (and kisses)

Read now on Ao3!

#1d christmas fest #christmas fic #fan fic #larry fic #fic rec #christmas #new fic #festive fic #larry stylinson #christmas fics #festive #trackinghome #yourlarrysource #hljournal #hlsource

[diana-fortyseven]

While my pet snail is playing with their Christmas present (I've planted basil in their little greenhouse yesterday), let me share the lovely Hitman fics I got for Yuletide and Snow Festival:

bridges you crossed you didn't know you crossed is such a brilliant character study, and it's centred around Absolution. I'm living for the Angst here! <3

Take Your Assassin To IHOP Day is a mission-gone-wrong fic with the most delicious Hurt/Comfort and with PANCAKES.

Delirium is another mission fic, another accidental poisoning, but a totally different outcome, hehe.

#Hitman Fanfiction #Hitman Snow Festival #Yuletide #Fic Recs #Agent 47 #Diana Burnwood

[beefrobeefcal]

Friendos, it is time for the first installment of...

Theywhowriteandknowthings aka Knowy

@theywhowriteandknowthings was one of the first e-friendos I made on this site and has been a champion for me while I found my groove in my fic writing shoes. They were one of my first beta'ers for my works and offered super insightful & valuable input as well as their friendship. Their writing inspires me to keep pushing myself outside of the box and their encouragement makes it easy to do so!

Thank you, Knowy!

I-will-not-ask-you-where-you-came-from regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

Here's my Top 5 of @theywhowriteandknowthings work:

First Time's the Charm - Javi Gutierrez

This is the first fic I read of Knowy's and It came at me right before the Birth of Beefro. I was still loitering under my original tumblr account at the time and I wasn't even remotely looking at writing. But this fic led me into a deep dive into the Peepaw FF world and I never looked back - I have a massive soft spot for this fic, as well as it is very saucy!

Rendezvous in Reno - Dieter Bravo

NOW THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. I have read this fic many a time and I enjoy it more and more each time [I got to beta it and MY FUCK! i felt truly blessed and highly favoured]. Jus everything - the reader is an erotica writer and Dieter is a fan, his fabulous underwear, his dirty mouth, and his ego... MY GOD HIS EGO! This one is fun and should NOT be read while you sit in the same room as your in-laws FYI.

Creep - CreepyNeighbour!Joel Miller

This right here is a work of art. I got to beta this work again and I was a naughty pigeon and did it at work. LET ME TELL Y'ALL - I WAS LEFT UNABLE TO PERFORM MY DUTIES AS REQUIRED AFTER READING THIS. I should have taken the rest of the day to lay down and think on my sins because GOD DAMN. 10 out of 10 beefs for Creep. 🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩

The Princess & The Duke - StepDad!Dave York

Okay, okay, okay... this is the oom papa mow mow of Dave York is your stepdad fics and I will fight anyone who opposes it. I love this series and the way Knowy has written Dave THE WAY HE DESERVED TO BEGIN WITH. I love the gentle badass he is in this and I hope reader's mom chokes on a carrot as she gives a 'Deep Throating 101' class at the local community collage.

SNAFU - Shifter!Frankie Morales

And my fav (even though I'm not ranking)! The one that started it all. This fic is not how I found them, but it is what made me want to get to know them and pick their delicious brain. It's a Frankie Fiend's wet dream and I had no idea how enraptured I could be with a Shifter Universe! I screamed into my pillow like a teenager and kicked my legs gleefully thinking about how Frankie shared his chicken wings with IQ. I will die on the hill that is marked: KNOWY'S SNAFU IS BEST USE OF SHIFTER AU This is an ongoing series and whether we get a new chapter soon or not, we will always have Bear!Pope memes. 🐻💜

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Sex Pollen/Pheromones Joel Miller x afab!Reader

Any & All Knowy's Miguel O'Hara fics Miguel O'Hara x afab!Reader

Whole Frankie Morales x afab!Reader x Santiago Garcia

Shore Leave Frankie Morales x afab!Reader x Santiago Garcia

Taungsdays, Am I Right? Din Djarin x afab!Reader

Hazy Days Din Djarin x afab!Reader

Breaking the Rules DBF!Joel Miller x afab!Reader

#friend of beefro fic rec #theywhowriteandknowthings #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal tummy #pedro pascal fanfiction #rec a fic festival 2023 #beefro is blessed #🥩