#maybe I should do rec lists more often

[foodsies4me]

End of the Year Fic Recs!!!

thank you @echo-bleu for tagging me! <3

I adore this as a game because I love reccing fics (and really should do it more often because So. Much. Good.Fic). This is going to be all shadowhunters I'm afraid though because I am still very much in the shadowhunters brainrot stage and haven't read much of anything else. (Also, sorry to those I haven't left a comment for yet, I WILL, spoons have just been low this year...) Also, I'll try to keep it to one rec per author because there are so many wonderful authors, but definitely go check the other fics of these people (if you haven't already) they're all excellent.

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Running from the Night by @to-the-stars-writing. My forever fic spouse and the fic I reread themost this year goes to the fantastic, angsty Alec goes to live in a small village to get away from the Clave because the poor dude is traumatized fic from to-the-stars. This fic is my fics spouse (yes I got @to-the-stars-writing's permission to marry this fic) and I love, love, love it so much.

Flames to Embers by @notcrypticbutcoy: teenage!Alec is poofed into the timeline of his older self and it is lovely, sad, and heartwarming all at the same time. Also, teenage Alec is delightfully grumpy and Adult Alec is even more delightfully Done with teenage!Alec's grumpiness.

starshine and moonlight by she_who_reads (all_fandoms_reader) A three +1 fic where Alec isn't enough until he finally is. This fic is angsty and delves into Alec's (not all that great) self-worth issues and it hurts. Might or might not have cried reading it.

The Warlock's Cat by @dreaming-marchling. I hesitated a while which one I should pick from Marchling, but I ended up choosing this one (that said PLEASE go read Bleed for Me as well it is so goooood). The Warlock's Cat is a delightful "Alec gets turned into a cat and ends up in Magnus's care" fic. I adore it, and while it has its angsty or whumpy spots, it's mostly a nice, feel-good read.

Magnus Bane: Menace by AceOnIce To give some reprieve from all of the angst in this list, here is a fic of pure, unabashed fluff. Starring: Warlock Alec and Shadowhunter Magnus, the latter of which writes some truly ridiculous mission reports to HOTI Ragnor's grief.

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

The river cannot go back by @lawsofchaos1. Alec being Alec and completely in love with Magnus which leads to him committing treason like it's nothing. It is a short, brilliant fic that had me screeching like any @lawsofchaos1 fic does.

I'm finding it hard to breath by Honey_Hued_Hermes This one is pretty heave, but it does have a Hopeful Ending. Alec never promised he would tell Magnus if things ever got that bad...and sadly they do. Diving into Alec's Suicidal Thoughts and his Self-Harm tendencies.

A Most Fundamental Truth by autisticalec A missing scene from 2X10 when Alec tells Magnus that he's never been as terrified as when he feared Magnus had died from the Soul Sword. This one-shot dives into the "Alec was really very not okay emotionally" in this scene, so go read it!

The Difficult Task by @dani-dabbles: Another Alec is going through it emotionally fic (there are quite a lot of these on this list I just realized, oops). Thankfully, Magnus is there to offer support when Alec needs it because Magnus is still the best boyfriend. (also the repeated "not good enough"is evil and I am suing for emotion damages, please and thank you very much)

come to me (in the night hours) by @moonlight-breeze-44 Izzy is a supportive sister and is there emotionally for Alec right before his wedding to Lydia. This fic left me feeling all sad and weepy. This fic is technically part of a series, but as no other parts have been posted yet I am posting this in the one-shot part.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

I've Always Dreamed of Meeting Someone Like You by ColorfulWarlock A non-magical Alternate Universe this time around. Single-dad, fashion designer, and CEO Magnus needs someone to draw his designs for him after a hit-and-run leaves him unable to draw for himself. Insert Alec, the wonderful babysitter, and game designer who seems to understand what Magnus envisions and draw them into reality!

Angelus ex Machina by BlueA The series starts with the sudden disappearance of demon activity and the way that lack of activity impacts the local Shadow World. I love the way the parabatai bond is portrayed in this fic (especially in the third installment).

through the fire and pain by alxndrlightwoods is another parabatai-bond deep-dive that goes deep into how a parabatai bond can change shadowhunters. It also explains why, if parabatai are so powerful, there aren't that many of them. Love this fic!

i cannot touch because they are too near by @faejilly nobody manages to write poetry without writing poetry quite like @faejilly for me, seriously the words are always so beautiful I am in awe. This fic has to be my absolute favorite though because deep-dives into the parabatai bond are interesting to begin with but the way Jilly decides to do so in this fic makes it go from interesting to absolutely brilliant.

Greater Love Hath No Man by @lawsofchaos1 Okay, I lied, here is a second Laws fic, but considering this fic led to the demise of my laptop, I felt that it deserved to be on the list. (No, that wasn't a joke). Dad!Alec is forced to send baby!Max away to a warlock orphanage when his magic grows too strong for him and leaves him injured. The pain is real and it is excruciating, tissues are advised.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

As much as I adore reccing fics, doing self-recs is awkward, so I'm going to keep this to one rec before I combust into flames.

All Was Golden (everyone has probably read that one already because it's my most-read fic which makes this slightly less awkward than reccing any other of my fics.) Anyway, soulmate AU with a kind of ugly meet that has some angst.

Tagging, without any kind of pressure, the authors I tagged in the rec-list (if they haven't participated already) as well as @miss-mouse.

#rec game #foodsies rambles #I love all of these fics so much #and there were so many more I wanted to include #maybe I should do rec lists more often #even if nobody reads them

[toastsnaffler]

I have to be up for work in 3 hours and I'm gonna be real I think ive hit the point where I might not be getting any sleep at all. for fucks sake.

#ive survived all nighters before ill scrape through the day itll just be Rough. at least i dont have much in my schedule #im not gonna take the dose this morning bc i think thats a really bad idea to do on zero hours sleep #and i can't risk two consecutive all nighters. like I have done that before but not while working full time 💀 its not worth it #drafting an email to my doctor to let her know im skipping day 2 + ask advice re. whether its worth resuming again on day 3 #bc she did list 'trouble sleeping' as a common symptom that often passes but i need to know a) how long it usually takes to pass and- #b) if this is unusually bad + would she rec supplementing with a sleep aid or just switching tack entirely and trialling a non stimulant #by this stage of the night i dont think its actually acting anymore bc i took it at 7am and its now 3am. it shouldnt last that long #i think its more just triggered my preexisting insomnia. my ability to sleep is very very sensitive sometimes + hates routine changes #just so fucking frustrating bc ive spent the past 2 months nailing my sleep routine + ive had a couple weeks of being able to- #go to bed like 9:30-10 and it only takes an hour to get to sleep and i get usually a good 7 hours sometimes 8 only waking once halfway #and i dont feel like utter shit like yeah im tired but from work not so much lack of sleep.... and now thats all fucked lmao #whatever. maybe i should just take the next dose anyway #ill see. gonna try to sleep for another 2 hours but once it hits 5 im not doing this anymore ive been trying for six hours already man #i cant even remember when i last pulled a full all nighter. it might be longer than 6 months ago... i was doing so well :-( #im so mad i was so hopeful it would have SOME good effect like ik its not a miracle worker + these things take time but so many people- #seem to have an immediate positive response even if its probably a placebo. and i got fuck all except This. #i was searching on the reddit for sleep issues and other ppl only seem to report bad ones on higher doses or years in.. #like damn. do i even have adhd then. ik thats a stupid thing to think bc obvs everyones body metabolises meds differently etc but still #it is ALMOST HALF 3 and i am FUCKING TIRED #UGH. alright bedtime round 189447383 #.diaries #.vent

[daydreams-after-dark]

Pairing: musician!Han x reader… bartender!chan x reader … security guard!Changbin x reader.

Synopsis: Han asks you to meet him in the corridor at a bar. Chan and Changbin join in for the fun.

About a 7 minute read.

This story is moderately unhinged. Porn without plot.

Unhinged level: 🤡🤡🤡🤡

A/n: I couldn’t sleep the other night and thought to myself “what’s a naughty fantasy I could write about that isn’t realistic in the slightest?” but also not fantasy genre (one day I’ll write a non human Han story, promise).

This is what I came up with. Please be safe when having sex. The following isn’t recommended except in delululand where anything goes. 😜

CW: unprotected p in v sex with multiple strangers in a semi public space (a bar) and ppl see // voyeurism // exhibitionism // sub reader // 3Racha cum dump situation // gagging with underwear// mating press kind of// oral sex m rec// slight degradation- they talk like reader isn’t there // size, stretch kink// mild pain kink// I don’t offer a safe word option in this story but I promise reader wants it all (cos I made her up)// like I said it’s not realistic // if you are uncomfortable with any CW please don’t read.

A/n (again): Okay so now that’s out of the way… the scenario that got me hot and bothered…

Oh and by the way way if you want to be tagged in my after dark content because you’re as filthy as me, please let me know 😘

Really… let’s get started… I’m writing this 3 wines in 🤪 so who knows where we’ll end up. 🫣

You sit on a stool at the bar watching the musician on stage. His name’s Han, and he is singing a love song whilst playing his acoustic guitar. He’s fucking gorgeous and you can’t keep your eyes off him.

The bar itself is pretty empty. There’s the bartender. His name tag says “Chan”, a dozen or so patrons and a security guy pacing the entry way. You’re dressed up far more than anyone else here tonight in your short, tight, stretchy boob tube style dress and strappy stilettos.

Han finishes his song, and apparently his set list because he leaves the stage and some random music comes through the speakers. You turn back to face the bar and concentrate on your drink.

That’s when you feel a hand on your thigh. You turn to see who has the audacity, the nerve, to just come up and do that and find it’s none other than Han himself. Your breath catches in your throat. But he doesn’t actually acknowledge you. He just reaches over the bar, grabs a pen and scribbles something on the back of a coaster and pushes it in front of you. Then after a knowing, silent exchange with Chan, Han is gone.

You look down at the coaster to see a note, an invitation, just for you.

Meet me in the corridor in three minutes.

Corridor? You look around the bar.

“He means the corridor outside the bathrooms.” Chan informs you, like he’s seen this play out before. Oh? So Han does this often? You wonder for half a second, until your feel your pussy throb. You’d better listen to your pussy, you tell yourself.

…..

He’s waiting against the wall outside the bathrooms. Just like Chan said.

You take deep breath and bravely walk up to stand in front of him. He smells intoxicating.

“Hey?” You say quietly.

“Hey, baby.” He replies in a deep, husky voice.

You take a step towards him but in one swift move he turns you around and presses you against the wall.

You cry out in surprise at the forcefulness, then moan into his mouth when he crashes his lips on yours. His hands slide down your sides and then grope your ass as he presses himself against you.

You feel your body spark with arousal as he makes out with you in a rough, urgent way. His hands move down to then reach up under the hem of your dress. He slowly inches it up beginning to expose your ass. You pull away from the kiss and he moves his mouth to your neck.

“M-maybe…we should…take it to the bathroom?” You say.

Han nibbles your ear, his hands cup your bare ass cheeks. “Here’s just fine, baby.” He whispers.

“What?” You yelp.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here, not in a filthy toilet.” He grinds against you again and he’s so fucking hard it makes your cunt ache.

You see two women come out of the ladies room and glance over to where you are in the hall. They throw you an encouraging glance and throw a fist in the air to say “you go girl.”

“W-what about protection? You got something?” You pant. He’s really getting to you, and if he were to touch you right there, he’d know how ready you are for him to fill you with his cock.

His hands pull your dress up further exposing your red thong, and he hooks his hands into the sides of your underwear and peels them down your thighs.

You can hardly believe what’s happening when he’s dropped down momentarily to pick them up off the floor.

“Baby,” his voice is serious as his mouth inches closer to your cheek. “You’re asking too many questions. Just do as I say.” He shoves your panties into your mouth. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Now listen.” He kisses your neck softly and his hands come back to squeeze at your ass. “I’m gonna fuck you raw.” Another kiss to the corner of your mouth this time. “And I’m not gonna pull out.” He yanks your panties out of your mouth. “You understand?”

Your body feels like jelly. His words are turning you on far too easily. You nod vigorously. “Yes. I understand.” You gasp. The panties are pushed back into your mouth and Han smirks at you.

“You’re such a good girl.” He caresses your body. You’re melting under his touch. “I saw you watching me.” His fingers tease the edge of your pussy. You need him to touch you so bad. You feel a thrill knowing you’re naked from the waist down and your dress up around your waist - In a public hallway for fucks sake. Anyone could stumble across you. It makes your pussy squeeze.

You wrap your arms around his neck and begin to grind yourself against his clothed crotch, trying to get him to touch you already.

He slips his fingers between your legs and slides his finger along your pussy. “Fuck baby. I gotta fuck you right now.”

His hands leave your body to undo his pants and release his cock. You don’t even get to see it because he’s lifting you up and your legs automatically wrap around him. He presses you against the wall at the same time he manages to plunge deep into your cunt. You cry out around the panties in your mouth.

He’s inside of you. Fucking you raw just like he said he was going to. He fucks you deep and slow, leaning in close against you and breathing ragged breaths. “Fuck, you feel good… knew your pussy would feel perfect around my cock.” He panted.

Your eyes roll back into your head as this man you’ve barely exchanged two words with is fucking you better than anyone has in a long time.

A few minutes pass and you’re feeling delirious from the relentless pace Han has built up to and you close your eyes, relishing the feeling of being used like this.

You open your eyes to see two men approaching, and you’re startled for a second until you realise who they are.

Chan and the security guard, Changbin is what his name tag says. Fuck you’re going to be kicked out. Banned for life.

But they’re not here to kick you out. Chan comes up to your left, Changbin on your right.

“So you’ve found Han I see.” Chan notes as he breathes on your cheek.

“She’s an eager one. Look at her with her pussy out on display.” Changbin growls.

“Does she feel good, Han?” Chan asks.

“Fuck, yeah! She’s so tight. Such good pussy.” He pants and thrusts harder causing you to whimper.

Chan and Changbin start to kiss your neck, nip your earlobes, breath hot heavy on your skin. The additional physical contact, and just the scenario itself, makes your core tighten. Your orgasm is approaching, you can feel it building rapidly.

“Fuck, look at her responding! She likes the idea of three guys huh?” Changbin notes.

“Hey Hannie, let’s help you out a bit, yeah?” Chan smirks.

Chan and Changbin hook an arm under each of your legs, holding you up and essentially pinning you to the wall behind you. Your arms automatically hold onto their shoulders, as they continue to bury their faces in your neck.

Han pulls out of you the whole way and takes in the sight before him.

“Fuck! Look at her pussy. It’s dripping.” He says.

The two others look down and moan and curse under their breath. Han runs his hands along your inner thighs, pushing them wider. Chan and Changbin pull your legs out as far as they can and then push your bent knees up higher. It’s like they’re trying to get you into as close as a mating press as possible.

“Han, you should get her tits out too.” Changbin suggests. Han obliges and yanks down your strapless dress, spilling your breasts out. It causes a commotion as their hands start to grope and knead them.

Han steps closer, ready to penetrate you again. “This is gonna be so deep, baby.” He pushes his cock back inside you and cups the underside of your ass for leverage.

It is so fucking deep that you swear you can feel him in your throat. He slams into you time and time again. It hurts, but in the most satisfying way. Tears prickle at your eyes from how good you’re being fucked and then you cry out around your panties as you orgasm.

“Shit…shit…fuck…baby…so…slippery…” Han pistons into you frantically. “Fuck I’m cumming, baby.” You feel his release deep inside you, against your cervix, leaving you both panting as you try to catch your breath.

He pulls out, removes your panties from your mouth and uses it to catch his cum that starts to seep out of your hole. Once he’s satisfied, he balls up the underwear and shoves it back in your mouth.

“My turn.” Says Changbin. He swaps places with Han. They continue to hold you in this position as Changbin lines his cock up with your entrance. He’s thicker than Han and the stretch makes you moan a deep guttural sound.

“Yeah, you like Binnie’s cock, hmm?” Chan cooes. “Didn’t know she’d be such a cockslut when I served her drinks.” He added.

“I could tell.” Han replies and licks the skin on your neck.

You’re loving the way they’re talking about you like you’re not there or can’t hear them.

Changbin sets a slow and steady pace, but the way he angles his cock at the end of each thrust sends jolts of pleasure through you. He doesn’t change pace or intensity the entire time he’s fucking you. It’s relentless, excruciating, frustrating that he won’t go faster. You can’t do anything about it because you’re pinned in place.

You sob around the panties in your mouth and your mascara is running down your face as you cry. You need to cum again.

You feel fingers encroach your asshole and start to explore you there. Please don’t tease me. You think to yourself. You don’t know whose fingers they are, but when one squeezes into your tight hole, you cum instantly.

“Fuck! She’s cum again. Such a good girl.” Han praised you.

“Shit, she clamps down hard doesn’t she?” Changbin growls. He suddenly pulls out and coats your inner thighs with his cum.

Again, your panties are removed and used to wipe up as much cum off you as possible and then it’s put back in your mouth.

They release you and help steady you on your feet. Han and Changbin continue to kiss and caress, squeeze and nip at your body.

“My turn now, babygirl.” Chan says pulling a chair into the hallway. He sits himself on the chair, holding his erect cock in his hand. It’s enormous, and you’re not sure how you’re going to manage it.

“Come, sit on my cock. I want to feel if you’re as tight as these two are saying.”

You carefully straddle Chan, facing away from him so the other two can get a full view, and lower yourself over his cock. He stretches you so wide as you slowly sink down. Once you reach halfway you stop. It’s not going to fit.

“You’ve got a bit more to go, sweetheart. Do you need help?” He grabs hold of your hips and pulls you down the rest of the way. You whimper. It’s too deep. He’s too big.

“Now babygirl, you’re gonna fuck yourself on me. Make me cum.” He growls.

You press your stilettos into the carpet and start to bounce on Chan’s cock. The impact against your cervix is brutal and you cry out each time his cock makes contact with it.

You’re not sure how much you can take, but you want to be a good girl, you want to please them. You want to show them you make Chan cum. You ride him wildly with all the enthusiasm you can. Just like in the porn you love to watch. You reach down and rub at your clit, and your other hand comes to your breast. You want to put on a show.

“Fuck, look how red and swollen her cunt is!” Changbin stares at where you and Chan are connected, dick in his hand.

“Makes me want to fuck her again.” Han declares as he pumps his own hardening cock. “Bet it’s twice as tight now.”

They’re right. You are swollen and sore, but it feels so fucking good and you can’t stop.

You reach out, ushering Han and Changbin closer. They step forward and you wrap your hands around their cocks.

Chan’s hands wrap around your front so he can grab onto both of your tits, and Han reaches down to play with your clit.

“That’s the way baby. Your hand feels so good around my cock.” Moans Han.

“How does her cunt feel, Chan?” Asks Changbin.

“Tiny. Feels like I’m gonna split her in two. Fuck, I wanna break her little cunt.”

That was enough. Those obscene words took you over the edge and you were cumming again. Harder than ever.

“Babygirl, I’m close! Fuckin’ milk me. Make me cum. Yes. Yes. Good… fucking pussy…suck it all out me… There you go. There you go.” chan groans, filling you up.

“Quick. Kneel on the floor.” He’s is quick to shove you off his cock.

You kneel on the floor as instructed, and continue to pump Han and Changbin as they stand in front of you. Han rips your panties out of your mouth only to stuff it with his cock. Changbin holds the back of your head while Han fucks your throat. He’s not gentle and you gag. It seems to spur him on, each thrust deeper into your throat. Then he pulls out to tell Changbin do the same.

They take turns like this for a while, even attempting to stick them both in your mouth at once, with Chan slouched on the chair working on getting himself hard again.

Han and Changbin release you and admire the saliva, tears and smeared mascara all over your face.

Then the the three of them stand in front of you pumping their cocks.

“Okay, baby. You ready? Keep your mouth and eyes open for us.” Chan says.

You open your mouth wide and do your best to keep your eyes open as Han, Changbin and Chan shoot ropes of cum all over your face. Some gets in your mouth, but most of it lands on your cheek, eyebrows and caught in your eyelashes.

Fuck you looked like a cum dump with a bucketload on your face, and Chan’s cum running down your leg.

“So fucking pretty.” Han smears the cum around your face.

Your panties are again used to wipe your face, but they are so wet that it can’t absorb anything else.

Chan comes behind you and scoops up some of the leaking cum and pushes it back inside you.

Then they get you to stand up and put your cum-filled panties back on. They feel so wet and dirty. You fix your dress, pulling it back down over your ass and up over your tits.

You look around to find the men are gone.

“Well fuck me!” You say out loud.

“Well I hope I can again.” Han says a he comes out of the bathroom with paper towel. He wipes your face to get the remaining cum off your skin.

“I’m hoping you’ll come back to mine. I still have one more hole to fuck, and I really want to take my time with it.”

@kangnina @noellllslut @channieandhisgoonsquad @weareapackofstrays @itshannjisung

#skz smut #han jisung smut #3racha x y/n #3racha smut #chan smut #changbin smut #sorshas fic

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Lewis was right, ultimately, George thinks; his only consolation is that it isn’t Alex who he’s going to destroy, who’s going to destroy him. Maybe Lando is a little more oblivious, but — no, no, he knows they will consume each other and themselves, if not this year then next, if not the next then not long after. Nico still floats around the paddock on race weekends like a lost moon, still interviews Lewis with longing heavy in his voice. Lewis speaks to him like he would any other reporter. George doesn’t want to do that to Lando, either. He doesn’t want Lando to do that to him. “Thrilled, of course, Lando’s a good mate,” he tells the press, with vacant eyes and a fixed smile. “No one deserves the Merc drive more than him.”

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nsfw: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by @kaytheologiearchive | Nico/Sebastian | E | 23k

It's 2022, Sebastian is driving for Aston Martin when their new team principal is announced – Nico Rosberg. The author said it best herself – this fic is all about "the absolute fantasy of being the villains favourite girl". And Nico makes a lovely villain, snarky and a bit pretentious but with the ability to back up his words and make his promises reality. I especially love Seb's character arc, starting with 2022!Seb, reluctantly forced to accept that his world champion days are over, to then finding his spark again under Nicos guidance and returning back to his charming, selfish, index-finger-in-the-air ways. Really they are both absolute assholes in this but thats what makes them perfect for each other.

“I’m here for the same reason you are,” he says, megawatt smile back on his face. “To win you a title.”Seb sits back in his seat, grinning bitterly. “Don’t let Stroll hear you say that. The only reason he bought this team is to try to get a title for his son. I’m just here to play mentor until they build us a car one of us can win with, and then he’ll turn me loose.” He doesn’t add, just like Ferrari did. He doesn’t have to.Nico scoffs. Seb’s met so few people who actually scoff in real life. “Lance Stroll,” he says, disdain dripping around every consonant, “is never winning a title. You still could, though, and you know it. You’d have retired if you didn’t think so.” Seb opens his mouth, prepared to contradict him, and Nico silences him with a wave of his hand. “Don’t give me your go-to line about the love of the sport. You’ve only ever been here for one reason. The media might forget, you might even want them to forget, but I know what you’re really like.”“And what’s that?” Seb asks. Against his better instincts, and even though he knows Nico can’t have a single good motive for being here, he’s intrigued by whatever Nico’s about to say. Nico’s always been an enigma to him, Nico’s opinion of him doubly so.“You’re ruthless,” Nico says, almost in a whisper. “You’re brutal, and ambitious, and you’ll do whatever you have to to take everything you want.”

Rabbit, Rabbit (it takes a village) by @481boxboxbaby | Lando/Oscar | M | 25k

Oscar wakes up to find four baby bunnies in his shower. In the world of this story, that's as good as peeing on a stick. This boy is knocked up, and there are six possible baby daddies. This is a sweet, funny and heartfelt fic that takes a cracky idea (magic bunnies means you're pregnant) and treats it seriously. Oscar is definitely a bit of a pillow princess and good time guy - that's why he has bunnies - and the fic follows his journey of self discovery, growing as a person along the way and learning that knowing himself is far more important than knowing who the daddy is. The guy who steps up, and who Oscar chooses in the end, is maybe a little unexpected but it absolutely worked for me.

“Oh,” Oscar blushes a fierce shade of red. “We’re not a throuple. They’re just friends. I mean, maybe one of them is the other father but - um - that’s sort of the thing.” The midwife raises an eyebrow and cocks her head to the side, waiting for him to go on. Oscar instead looks at Liam and Logan, desperate for one of them to bail him out. “You see, there’s a roster,” Logan says, his expression awfully serious like he’s trying to be as tactful as possible, even if he did just start off by outing Oscar as a hoe.

THREE SCENES IN A CITY by @loveisworry | Alex/Charles | T | 6.8k

Charles and Alex and a party. This is the kind of fic that you read, and then you remember for the rest of your life. This is a truly stunning urban fantasy, very immersive and atmospheric.

'Charles, the city’s chosen son, knows these streets better than the backs of his hands, which are often smeared with ink. There’s a scar where his left thumb joins the meat of his hand that he always forgets about. He’s had it since he was a child, and doesn’t remember it’s there because he doesn’t remember how he got it. Without a story to hang onto it disappears'

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol!felix. softboy!felix // harddom!felix. estranged relationship. angst. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one has got some angst in it. mentions of estrangement/tension in the relationship. smut warnings below cut!! 

word count: 4.3k

summary: in all of the time that you've dated him, felix has never dropped the innocent, flower boy persona that he's known for. but perhaps, you'll finally be the one to crack him open to show who he truly is underneath all of the softness and glitter.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (keep it safe, my friends). angry sex. soft boy felix turned bad boy. harddom!felix. sub!reader. fingering. breast/nipple play. dom/sub undertones. degradation (slut, whore, bitch, dumb, etc.). ass spanking. manhandling kink. humiliation. dirty thoughts/fantasies. hair pulling. choking. dumbification. dacryphilia kink. ownership/possession. cum play. felix edges reader. overstimulation. controlling felix. lots of dirty talk. breeding kink!!. subspace. loud sex.

a/n: this idea just randomly popped into my head last night and I had to write it down before I went back to work tmrw so... here we are haha! 😂 I've always wanted to write a harddom!felix piece, and I'm really happy with the way this one turned out. like- I can appreciate a soft and flower boy lix, but sometimes, a hoe just needs some MANHANDLING in her life!!! 🥵

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“I don’t know what you want from me, Y/N,” Felix said, throwing his hands up in the air in a defeated way. His entire face was covered in shadows, dark brown eyes flashing with strife as he ran a few frantic fingers through his sandy blonde hair. “I’m trying- I am, but you’re making this incredibly difficult.” 

 You just stood there, near the kitchen counter, too stunned to speak. 

 It had been a long day. 

 A long week. 

 A long month, for that matter. 

The two of you had been trying to cook dinner together, but the night had resulted in the two of you getting into an argument on the stupidest of things. But you knew why the two of you were fighting. And he knew too. 

 Tensions had been rising between you for quite a while. 

 More often than not, you’d get into small arguments throughout the week. But mostly, it was always you who lost your cool. 

 But you couldn’t believe him - couldn’t believe that he was truly so clueless as to why you were so upset in the first place. 

 “You don’t even understand why I’m mad.” Is all you could say, just shaking your head in disappointment as your eyes scanned his face. The familiar sight of his angelic-like features pulled at your heartstrings, but at that moment, just looking at them turned your stomach sickeningly. 

 “No, I don’t think I do. And I’d love to be enlightened.” His voice was stern, with not a hint of softness to it. The quiet and serene way that you were used to him talking was completely wiped away, replaced with a tired and fed-up Felix. 

 Clenching your fists at either of your sides, you felt your sharp nails dig into the flesh of your palms. “You’re too- too fucking nice all of the time.” You finally blurted out, cheeks starting to burn with the fury that was steadily rising in your very being. 

 Felix’s expression turned dumbfounded, as he stared on at you with slightly parted lips, shady eyes widening in surprise. “What?” 

 “You’re too good- Felix. You’re always forgiving, always kind, always understanding. Maybe I should count my blessings that you’re just that type- that you’re such a nice guy,” you began, voice low as the feelings started to pour out of you. As all the warring emotions that had been swimming deep inside of you for so long were finally being brought to light. “And call me masochistic, but sometimes, I just want to fight with you… want you to get angry, to react to me. But you don’t, you just… take everything in stride, and the less you do, the more it makes me crazy.” 

 You couldn’t believe you were confessing everything to him. You had been bottling up all of your thoughts for so long, it felt foreign to finally spill them out in front of the both of you. Leave them out in the open, free to be judged and assessed by your boyfriend. 

 At first, you liked his kindness. You liked his warm heart and his gentle persona. 

 But the longer you loved him, the more you realized that it just… wasn’t enough. 

 You, with your sharp jabs. And him, with his soft edges. 

 It was like two worlds, constantly clashing together to meet at the center of a dangerous, unfamiliar storm. 

 Most of the time, you ignored the urges - you ignored the way you wanted him to react in some other way than coy smiles and shy laughs. He was a sweet man. But you were starting to realize that the sweet was becoming too cloying - it was too strong for you, and you finally cracked beneath the sugariness of it all. 

 On countless occasions, he’d bring you breakfast in bed the morning after you had been out clubbing the night before. You’d make a colossal mess of things at the huge parties, getting upset at everything and everyone in your drunken state. Only to have him come in and save you from it all, carrying you away and back home to your shared apartment. 

 And the next day, as he sat there in bed with you, watching as you chewed on the baked goods he had made for you, he’d act as if nothing had ever happened. Like you making a scene at the local club wasn’t a big deal and it didn’t anger him in the least bit that you were out so late at night without him. 

 Every time he made you such a comforting meal so early on a weekend morning, it only made you more furious at him. 

 Because you wanted him to react. 

 You wanted him to get angry at you, for blatantly ignoring your well-being and safety. 

 You wanted him to punish you, irrevocably. In more ways than one. 

 But instead, he brushed soft fingers through your hair, offering up quiet words of ease. Instead, he’d sit there and watch you eat until you were done - making sure you got enough food and water into your system. 

 “So, what, you want me to be an angry, abusive asshole to you all of the time?” Felix asked, tone incredulous and rising a bit in his irritation. And good, you wanted him to be mad. You wanted to finally get a rise out of him. “I seriously don’t understand what you’re saying right now- do you want me to treat you like shit all of the time?” 

 “No!” You finally shouted, the tears starting to prick at the edges of your eyes, making things go fuzzy around the edges. Felix was standing nearby, in the dining room, while you were still there in the kitchen, clutching onto the marble countertop for dear life. “I just- I just want you to stop being so nice all of the time. You- you hug me when I-”

 Felix was moving then, rounding the kitchen island and trying to draw close to you. He reached out with an arm, wanting to hold onto you. But you pulled away from him, backing up a few steps with your heart pounding in your chest and the breath catching in your dry throat. 

 “What is it that you truly want, angel?” His voice was quiet again. Like how it always got when you were yelling at him and he was preparing to not yell back at you. 

 And the realization that he wasn’t going to get angry at you - like how he always did during most of your arguments - just heightened your fury. Suddenly, you were seeing so much crimson in your rage. It blurred his face, painting his slim figure in a blurb of silky brushstrokes. 

 “I- I want you to kiss me - make me lose my breath - instead of hugging me and telling me sweet things!” You burst out, a shudder running down the length of your spine as you finally told him one of your deepest longings. 

 You were like a column of fire. Always burning brightly, red, and wanting so much passion. Whereas, he was a cool vat of water. Soothing and gentle, calculated with his movements and words. 

 But you didn’t want that anymore. 

 You couldn’t put up with it any longer. You had already tolerated it for so long… 

 The lazy days in his arms, the nice sentiments from his lips, the gentle love-making. 

 When in reality, you wanted him to take control of everything. Wanted him to guide you in all ways, demeaningly. Wanted him to lay claim to you in every possible way. 

 You saw the look in his eyes as the words fell from your lips then. The way they swam with uncertainty, his jaw ticking as he processed everything. 

 “Just forget it,” you said, already shaking off the growing argument and beginning to back away from him further. The fight was rapidly leaking out of your soul, draining you into a weak pile of hurt and raw emotions. “It’s stupid anyway…” 

 As you fled from the kitchen and neared the dining room, you heard footsteps pound on the wooden floor behind you. Trying to ignore it all, you rounded the modestly-sized table that you and Felix frequently ate at during the week. 

 Then, a hand was grabbing hold of your wrist. Fingers digging into your flesh, and forcefully spinning your body around. Pushing you back so that your ass hit the edge of the dining table. 

 Felix was upon you in an instant, practically breathing fire down on you. His face was but a few mere centimeters from yours, so close, yet not close enough. He gaped down at you, gaze stormy and lips squeezed into a firm line. 

 He was the opposite of how you had always seen him - how you had always known him as. Almost like, a switch had suddenly been flipped and what was now before you was a Lee Felix that you had yet to discover. 

 “I can be so mean to you if that’s what you want,” he whispered, voice low as death and gravelly. You swallowed around the lump that was beginning to form in your throat, heart beating against your ribcage as he leaned into your further, mouth nearing your jawline but not touching your skin. “You want me to stop being all soft and nice? Stop calling you by sweet names?” His lips neared the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning against the exposed skin of your neck. “You want me to call you filthy things? React to you with punishments? So be it, you dirty little slut.” 

 His teeth caught onto your earlobe, biting down and tautening the air right out of your lungs. His hands were moving so fast, you had no time to react as they gripped at your hips and hoisted you up onto the dining room table. Then his fingers were imprinting into the flesh at your waist, tearing down your panties in one swift movement and throwing them off to the side as he pushed up the front of your bright-blue flowered sundress. 

 “F-Felix,” you gasped out, too shocked by the sudden change in his demeanor to say anything else. You were still sitting up on the table, fingers plowing into his blonde locks as he regarded your naked core desire in his eyes. 

 “Is this what you want? What you’ve fantasized about for so long?” He growled, one hand gripping your waist while the other trailed in between your legs. When the tips of his fingers discovered your soaked core, he shook his head in disbelief, tsking in a mocking way that caused you to squirm under his hold. “Look at you- already dripping wet just from the names alone… didn’t know you were such a whore, hmm?”

 When he skirted his thumb up your slit, your eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt before already starting to take over your mind. Blurring your senses, making you sensitive in all the right ways. Through your dizziness, you could feel his thumb draw circles around your puffy clit, before he was dipping a practiced finger into your heat.

 “Shit, you’re so tight, gonna have to fuck this little hole right open with my cock…” His voice trailed off, and your eyes were yanked open as soon as he curled his finger, plowing into that warm, gooey spot inside of you. When he added another finger, and another, pumping in and out at a heated pace, the moans steadily began to fall from your lips. “You like that, yeah? Getting full on my fingers- bet you’d like it even more when you’re stuffed to the brim with my cum, since you’re such a cumslut for me.” 

 You choked on a sob, throwing your head back at the way he moved his hand, thumb digging into your inflamed clit while pressing into the warmth between your pussy lips. Mouth falling open, you felt the blood rush through your system like a crazed tidal wave, casting stars across your vision as he thrust his slim fingers between your throbbing walls. You merely shook beneath his hold, already nearing the brink of release. 

 It was when you felt the hand slip out between your legs, traveling up your body, that your eyes were torn open. Then, in a single beat, two strong hands were fitting around your neck, squeezing the flesh there. 

 You breathed out shakily through your nose, eyes widening at the way he stared down at you. His gaze dimmed to blackness, shadows dancing across his cheekbones. “Answer me, kitten,” he commanded in that deep voice of his, causing a fit of quivers to move across your skin. “Are you such a whore that you’d let me use you? Use you like my own personal plaything- fuck into you until you can’t walk or talk?” 

 You were nodding your head before you even understood what he was truly saying, already falling into that murky headspace once again as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes. Constricting the airflow, making you delightfully lightheaded. “Y-Yes, wanna be yours so much, make me yours, please.” You whined in a wavering voice, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the pressure around your neck.

 Felix lifted his hands away from your neck, shoving his lips on your mouth, tongue roughly swiping around yours. He bit down on your bottom lip, pulling out a strangled moan from you. Then his head and hands were moving in tandem, stripping you of your dress and bralette while beginning to pepper kisses down the column of your neck. 

 Your fingers dug into his scalp, pulling at the blonde roots there as he bit into your skin, leaving purple and red marks everywhere his mouth touched. Then his mouth was hovering over one of your breasts, hot breath washing across your skin and shooting goosebumps on every part of you that he neared. 

 “No wonder why you’ve been such a bitch lately,” he chuckled darkly, hands coming around your hips and leaving faint imprints on the skin there. “You wanted to get ruined, huh? Wanted to get fucked over so bad by my cock alone…” Then his tongue was darting out, dragging kitten licks across your breast.

 You pressed his face close to your chest as he lapped at your skin, teeth taking hold of your pebbled nipple and biting down. A scream fled from deep inside of you, and you squirmed in his strong hold as his tongue swiped at your skin again and again, teeth edging you ever so slowly.

 “W-Wanted this so fucking much,” you mewled out, eyes forced open and watching the way his lips molded around your skin. So perfectly, so sensually. “I… I need you, Felix…” 

 But you had said something similar to him many times before, on the days when the two of you would make out or make love late into the night. However, this time was different. This time, you were asking him to have his way with you, to take hold of you, like you had always wanted him to do. 

 At that, he dragged away from your nipple, a faint popping sound dancing across the room as his tongue left your skin. A faded trail of cool, wet saliva was shining around your bud in the wake of his torture. “Well, if you hadn’t been such an ornery little slut and had actually fucking talked to me, perhaps my cock would’ve been stuffed in your pussy tonight, instead of having us arguing for the past hour.” He grunted, staring down at you with those ferocious eyes, lips already puffed from all of the kisses. 

 “Well, if you hadn’t been so oblivious to my hints, then maybe we wouldn’t have had to fight in the first place.” You muttered in a weak voice as Felix shoved you off the edge of the table, turning you around and bending you over the flat wooden top. 

 “Oh, shut the fuck up,” he said, tone thick with arousal and mirth as he landed a blow across the bare expanse of your right asscheek, making you jump in shock. “Last time I checked, fucktoys don’t talk back.” He gave your other cheek another harsh slap, drawing a squeak out of you. 

 You leaned forward then, bracing both hands around the edges of the table and waiting for him while you heard shuffling behind you as he shucked off his jeans. You stared down at the line of the cherry wood, brain fuzzy with so much arousal and heat. The two of you had never fucked on a table, in all of the years that you had been dating. No- usually, the sex consisted of long, drawn-out nights in bed, with sweet words flooding from his lips and quiet whines falling from yours. 

 Felix grabbed at your thighs, pushing your legs open and slotting himself against your heat. He dragged the tip of his cock across your folds, the swollen thing catching onto your inflamed nub and forcing your head to fall between your arched shoulder blades in agony.

 When he finally slammed into you, everything around you burst into a bright crimson light. Redness flooded every part of the room, as you honed in on the way his rigid cock felt between your walls. As your rapid breaths matched the way he steadily began to move inside of you. 

 You felt a hand snake up the length of your spine just before fingers were threading into your hair. He tugged your head up and back, forcing you to bend slightly backward and face him as he hit into you with a crazed pace. 

 “Want you to scream for me, you dumb bitch,” he barked in a loud, strangled voice just as his dick hit a newfound spot inside of you, washing everything in blue sparkling stars. “Let all of the neighbors know how much you love my cock- how good I’m making you feel, how much of a useless cumwhore you are for me.” 

 At his commands, the moans were flooding from your lips unbidden. You peered up into his eyes, never breaking the contact there as his long, hard cock reached new places in your throbbing cunt that you had never discovered before. And when the curved tip of it hit that melty spot inside of you, the screams were coming out of you in choked gasps. 

 “That’s it…” He mused darkly, smirking at you in a demeaning kind of way. His one hand yanked at your roots, forcing tears to cloud the rims of your eyes while his other hand was busy between your legs, shoving into your puffed clit as his cock thrust in and out of your cunt at a relentless pace. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine- that this pussy is mine. Gonna fuck you so full of my cum you won’t be able to think after I’m finished with you.” 

 “Y-Yeah… I’m yours, you own me.” You wailed out, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of your high quickly approaching. Your walls fluttered around his cock, just aching to find some kind of release. Then his nails were digging into your scalp, thumb rubbing abusing figure-eights around your swollen clit. And just like that, you were tipping over the edge. “Want you to fill me up, please- please Lix!” 

 He seemed to like the begging on your part, as he pounded into your cunt with a newfound vigor. The light dimmed in the corners of your vision, as you fell over the cliffside of pure bliss. The blaze rippled through your veins, setting flame to everything in its path. You could feel Felix shutter inside of you, as he chased his own high like a rabid dog. You were reduced to but a mere pile of shaking limbs, heart pounding in your ears. 

 “Fuck! You fit me so well!” He shouted, gruff voice ringing out across the expanse of your apartment. The only sound that could be heard was from the two of you - with his hips slapping against your ass, cock fitting into your tight wetness. “This fucking hole- damn it, you’re so tight! Gonna fuck you so good with my cum.” 

 The explosiveness of his sudden orgasm only made your high that much sweeter, as he rode it out, coating your insides in stark white and filling you to the brim with his sweet, warm seed. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull at the feeling of his shivering cock inside of you, and when he leaned down into you, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your exposed neck, your heartbeat fluttered in your chest. He rutted against you, fucking his essence deep between your walls. 

 When your heart began to slow down, and the red starriness started to fade from your mind, you found your words again - since the only thing that had fallen from your lips for the last few minutes had been an endless string of moans and cries. “That’s what I’ve always wanted, Lix. For you to just… let go of that good boy image, just for a little bit.”

 You cracked your eyes open only to be met with a smirking Felix. He was staring down at you again, cheeks flushed red and lips but a mere smudge of inflated desire. “You know why I never allowed you to see that side of me, even after all of these years that we’ve been together?” He asked, a slim fingertip coming underneath your chin and drawing across the bone there as you shook your head ‘no’ in reply. “I was too worried that I’d scare you off- I was always under the impression that you liked the softness. That you liked the nice persona.” 

 Felix slipped out of you then, and the absence of his veiny girth being lodged deep inside of you made you a little cock-hungry for him all over again. The sound of the tip of him sliding out of you made a wet pop dance around your ears, since your pussy had had such a strong grip on him. 

 Nonetheless, you managed to get control of your urges and turned around to face him fully. You ran two hands up his chest. He was still clad in his oversized butter-yellow t-shirt, the one he always wore when the two of you were having a relaxing day at home on the weekend. 

 “I do like the bright side of you,” you said in a quiet voice, hands coming around his neck and bringing his face close to yours. “But I also like the dark side. You can have a mixture of both, yeah? Be a ray of sunshine when we’re outside, and inside… well, that’s up to you, I guess.”

 “Really?” His eyes illuminated at your words, a sly grin already spreading across his mouth. He pulled your bare waist near him, and you could already feel the growing hardness there. “You’re gonna leave such power in my hands?”

 You nodded slowly, leaning into him and giving his red, shiny lips a few delicate pecks. You were being completely honest with him. It’s not that you didn’t like his innocent, boyish side. You did, at certain times. But other times, you wanted him to act his age - wanted him to throw you around at home, both physically and mentally.

 “Then I already know what I wanna do next…” His voice trailed off, as he quickly grabbed onto your hips, wrapping your bare legs around his waist just before he was taking off from the kitchen.

 “Felix, what are you doing?” You laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder as he made his way into the bedroom with you in his arms. 

 He stopped in front of your bed, throwing you atop the soft mattress like you were a fucking rag doll. He shrugged as he stared down at you, the lust already beginning to fill his eyes once more. “You said I have free reign at home, right?” 

 You swallowed, once, having to force down the moan that threatened to flood out of you at the way he was looking at you with so much intensity. You could already feel the tension building in the room again, your wetness mixing with his drying seed and coating your thighs once more. 

 All you could do was nod in agreement, waiting and watching in silence, as Felix reached behind his back and ripped off his shirt, casting it off to the side. The only light source in the room came from the ajar bedroom door, where the warm, cozy kitchen lights were still shining illustriously. His sculpted abs shined in the faint glow of the bedroom, his chest rising and falling, pretty pink nipples catching your attention as he stood there in bated silence.

 “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t breathe.” His voice ground out, ringing across your ears and sending a zap of energy right to your core. 

 He was upon you in the next beat, already jerking your legs wide open and sliding his body between yours. He stopped just as his face neared your dripping heat, smirking up at you with dark eyes. 

 “You’re a true, absolute menace, you know that?” You muttered in a strangled tone, watching with halted breath as his tongue darted out between his swollen lips. 

 Felix dragged the tip of it across your inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of saliva and fire in the wake of his touch. “Yeah, but you fucking love me for it.” He taunted in a lilting voice. Giving you no time to prepare then, as that perfect, red tongue of his came upon your mound, licking a long, wet stripe up the length of your cunt.

 And your head fell atop the fluffy downy pillows, as your body all but melted into his touch. As your mind was flooded with thoughts of nothing but him - of how he knew you so well, of how he could pleasure you so well. 

 In the end, he reacted the exact way you had wanted him to. And it felt really fucking good to win such a long, and arduous battle. To have him taking action, in the way that you had always dreamed of. 

Fin.

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[newcathedrals]

can i ask you a dumb question how do you classify a 'classic' winnix fic i am so curious

I am so glad someone asked! I am so passionate about the “classic” style of winnix. “Classic” doesn’t refer to when the fic was written (it doesn’t matter if it’s old or not) or its popularity (it doesn’t have to be super popular). It's not a super common term or anything, but I found a pattern in many winnix fics bc I read so much and started thinking of these elements as part of a "genre."

Here are the musts of a “classic winnix” fic:

Not an AU. events line up closely to the progression of the events in the series, no huge divergences. diehard writers even line events up with the real Dick Winter’s book/other Band of Brothers books

If the plot includes time immediately post-war, it often takes place in NJ and involves Dick working at Nixon Nitration

Kathy, Nix’s sister, Nix’s father, and Dick’s family members are part of the plot if there’s any post-war plot

Lewis’s alcoholism is an issue in the plot and in Dick and Nix’s relationship. Nix struggles with some sort of mental health issue: alcoholism, depression, self-worth issues, etc

Nix and Dick both have issues related to their sexuality because of the homophobia of the period. Even if one or both of them have fully accepted themselves, this was a process they had to go through. Almost always, Dick has spiritually reconciled his sexual attraction with his Christianity. Internalized homophobia and societal homophobia are issues that they have to face. 

There are other elements that are definitely not “required” but are super common in the “classic” winnix fic style. Most of the classic style fics will have a few of these elements:

Depending how long the post-war plot of the fic is, Dick and Nix almost always end up farming in the end. Chicken farming, grain farming, and producing animal feed are popular choices. If they end up farming, they always end up in rural Pennsylvania 

Stanhope Nixon is an antagonist and blocks Dick and Nix’s ultimate goals of happiness and peace. He’s an alcoholic, and “gave” Nix the disease through childhood trauma, or even just genetics

Nix struggles to be a father to his daughter, and struggles with this issue. 

Harry and Kitty are Nix and Dick’s closest friends that remain from their time in the war. They’re not explicitly homophobic and accept Dick and Lew as a couple (especially if they’re not outwardly affectionate in front of Kitty and Harry)

Lewis often does not feel deserving of Dick and struggles to accept Dick’s love. Sometimes he thinks that Dick should move on from him and marry a woman, and that he stands in the way of Dick’s “true” happiness and progress in life. Dick has to convince Nix that he’s the one for him, and that making a life with Lewis would make him happiest. 

Bastogne foxhole activities (iykyk)

Some writers pay attention to the speech patterns and slang of the time, and incorporate 1940s language into their writing 

I never get enough of this style! Even though the fics within this “genre” have so many similarities with each other, each writer also brings something new to the style and plot. The longer fics within the classic style also feel the most reminiscent of published novels. Maybe I’ll make a list of my favorites in the classic style (although many are in both of my winnix fic rec posts). The peak of classic winnix is the “What Things We Have Heard Together” series by joissant in my opinion. Some other greats are Fiorediloto’s "The Earth Below My Feet" series and the shorter “Give Me Light, Give Me Life” by an orphan account. But I also find more fics that fit into the "classic" style every day!

#winnix #winnix fic #band of brothers #hbo war #maybe this term will catch on...

[thebookshoparoundthecorner]

Sickfic Recs

I'm down for the count with Covid after avoiding it for three years, and thus have been reading/rereading some sickfics that have brought me comfort. I figured while I was at it, I may as well make a list of a few of my favorites, in case anyone else was in need of the same!

In no particular order:

1. A Tree of Life by aknightofthe7kingdoms

Summary:

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12 Crowley was certain that he wasn’t ill. He just wasn’t feeling...quite well.

2. La Grippe by LadyWallace

Summary: Aziraphale had watched it take too many lives already, he wasn't going to let it take his friend too. It was lucky then that he just happened to stumble across that deserted barn somewhere in the green fields of France. Sick!Crowley Historical backstory

3. Helped By Angels Unawares by Sodium_Azide

Summary: In the late middle ages, Aziraphale stumbles across a human tragedy that has somehow also affected his demonic adversary, and abruptly understands much more about what he is willing to do for the sake of the Serpent of Eden.

4. Fever Dreams by Lady of Prompts (Aethelflaed)

Summary:

Angels don’t get sick. They can, however, burn through enough of their grace that their corporations begin to malfunction. This happens to Aziraphale far more often than to other angels. Aziraphale gets a fever and Crowley takes care of him!

5. A Matter of Opportunity by PinkPenguinParade

Summary:

The pain danced sharp and angry, lit up ragged nerves. Pulled him on, toward that fuzzy promise of rest. Fifteen feet, maybe? He could do fifteen feet. Could do fifteen feet standing on his head, right?Seven feet.

Four.

He reached out for the door and slapped it once, twice, the wood pulsing against his skinned hands.

6. Such Selfish Prayers by spargelseason

Summary:

Crowley, while still apparently comatose, had somehow managed to wrap himself so thoroughly around Aziraphale on their way up, that any attempt at dropping him onto the mattress without being pulled down as well proved futile.

And hence, quite defeated, Aziraphale found himself lying in a warm tangle of Crowley and blankets. He felt a little stunned.

7. The Words We Say by QixxiQ

Summary: Aziraphale calls Crowley a plague rat one time and it kinda messes him up for roughly 300 years.

8. In Sickness And In Hell by entanglednow

Summary: Crowley picks up something unpleasant while mingling in Hell, and is determined that Aziraphale not see him while he's sick.

9. Temper by TeaCub90

Summary:

‘Angel, I told you not to fuss,’ Crowley croaks, somewhere underneath the blankets – and then he emerges, all tousled hair and black vest, looking both three shades paler than usual and more than a little annoyed at the absolute audacity of the angel for bringing him a hot drink.

‘It’s no bother,’ Aziraphale bats away his irritation, ‘this should be better for you, especially after you threw the Lemsip at the wall. And the hot Ribena.’

10. And In Health by Kalimyre

Summary:

One of the many ways Hell is awful is the demon flu that is always going around the office. Crowley comes down with it, and this time he allows Aziraphale to help.

Indulgent, soft fluffy fic, because Crowley deserves to be taken care of sometimes.

+1 Bonus self rec (cause I'm learning how to get better at doing that)

Our Side by theshoparoundthecorner

Summary:

Aziraphale gets sick. He doesn't know how, and it really shouldn't be possible, but he does and unfortunately there's nothing he can do about it. When he decides he has to cancel his plans to see Crowley, Crowley insists he come over to the bookshop with soup. When he arrives, he looks worse than Aziraphale.

Cue a mysteriously sick Angel and a mysteriously sick Demon, taking care of each other in a London Soho bookshop, drinking tea, eating soup, and having an oddly easy time of it.

Well, at least for the first forty-five minutes.

In which Crowley and Aziraphale see each other at their worst, love each other for it all the more, and learn that being on your own side isn't so bad after all.

Those ten are just a few of my favorites, and I have more that I've been reading and bookmarking, so I might do a second rec soon! Meanwhile, if anyone else has any good omens sickfic recs they want to make (or self recs!!), feel free to do so in the reblogs or comments!

#good omens #good omens fic #good omens fic rec #good omens fic recs #sickfic #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #fic rec #fic recs #i should have been asleep two hours ago but the cough is lingering tonight

[fearandhatred]

what are your favorite good omens fics??

WOO REC TIME thank u for asking!! you may want to ask again after i've finished my resolution of reading all my mutuals' fics though because i've barely had the time to read anything these past few months... so i don't have much bookmarked lol but here are a few anyway! (from earliest read to most recent)

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mourning doves by sleepyimpulse (Words: 22,686 Chapters: 7/7)

“I’m sorry,” he registered himself saying between heaving sobs. “I’m so sorry, Crowley, I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please, please forgive me.” He hadn’t meant to say it like that, he knew the words were all wrong (he would never find the right ones). But the pain was coming at him in every direction and something, something had to give, and so he clung to Crowley like a life preserver. Crowley bent his body over Aziraphale’s and slowly, surely, pressed a kiss to his bloodied forehead. “I can’t,” he whispered, and Aziraphale went unconscious. (Aziraphale falls, post season 2)

this was one of the very first good omens fics i read and one thing about me is i LOVE this type of angst. so so good and such a nice exploration of crowley's struggle with what forgiveness is. gorgeous and so angsty. have i said that already. angst galore

say yes to me (i've got my eye on you) by thehappyyears (Words: 11,983 Chapters: 1/1)

It’s a pleasant evening much like many pleasant evenings this month, so Crowley doesn’t expect anything unusual when he makes himself comfortable on his side of the couch and lets Aziraphale select the wine. Which is why he’s resolutely caught off guard when Aziraphale disappears into a backroom, which Crowley always assumed was a wine cellar, and then turns around, darkness behind him and low, warm light gilding his hair and making his eyes bright. He’s breathtaking, he’s so beautiful, his eyes are so dark. “Crowley,” he breathes. Or, Crowley and Aziraphale have sex.

this is THE epitome of service top crowley. all hail service top crowley. also it's just so well-written and seamless. also i don't want this list to be too long so if smut is your thing then i recommend literally anything by focusfixated or zehwulf or Ineffably_Yours

Zmija by Himitsu_no (Words: 3,185 Chapters: 4/4)

He'd sigh in annoyance and hide his face in the angel's chest. "Said if they lived longer they'd have more time to become nasty and corrupted little shits, do all sorts of evil deeds and the likes. They never questioned it and went as far as warn me in advance of all the bigger natural disasters." Aziraphale would laugh and his fingers find their way into the red locks with practiced ease, and he'd bend to kiss the top of his head. "Did they do that, though? The evil deeds." Crowley would smile despite himself, eyes closed and leaning into the caress. "About a dozen, maybe. The rest were just... ordinary humans doing ordinary stuff." There'd be a long pause in which the angel would take it all in, and the demon would replay many of it in his mind with unease. Then Aziraphale would speak again, voice barely a whisper, "How long were you in Mesopotamia after the flood, my love?"

yeah i have this in my bookmarks but i have not touched it ever since i read it the first time because. it hurts me :) idk if it's because of my mommy and daddy issues but the whole crowley being good with kids tropes makes me so sad. and also this fic is just. devastating to me. i really should leave a comment but i don't want to read it again fr

when i knew love’s perfect ache by sugarskulled (Words: 1,834 Chapters: 1/1)

A demon can't touch that which has been made holy by God. Crowley knows this well as anyone. And Aziraphale? Aziraphale is so holy it burns.

this is definitely one of my favourite good omens fics of all time. angst again and so bittersweet i think about it so often

better to read and eat cake in a Soho bookshop than to reign in Hell by Kaesa (Words: 35,717 Chapters: 5/8)

When Aziraphale flees Heaven with the Book of Life, he's planned for it -- he's alerted other angels stationed on Earth to Heaven's plans, and asked them to take steps so that humans won't get caught up in the inevitable battle he faces with the other archangels. But Crowley shows up too, and he doesn't know the plan, and in the chaos Aziraphale leaps in front of a terrible blow meant for Crowley. And so, still very angry with him, Crowley must get him back to the bookshop (which is full of annoying angels) and help him heal, and try to figure out how to move past their previous fight, because, sure, he's mad at Aziraphale, but he doesn't want him to die. But soon enough it becomes clear that Aziraphale isn't necessarily dying. He is changing, and no one quite knows what to expect, because this situation has only happened once before, when Supreme Archangel Lucifer Fell and became Satan.

this fic has everything tbh and it's one i keep coming back to. the smut is great AND well-written and besides that the plot itself is so good??? the writing overall is just gorgeous tbh. slight body horror too :) the moment this updates i will be all over it like a rabid dog

Dear Angel by crowleys_bentley_and_plants (Words: 3,379 Chapters: 13/?)

A collection of emails addressed to a certain Aziraphale, found on the computer of a lonely demon.

poetic and hard-hitting and interconnected and also tells a story. through emails!! also the last lines of every chapter always knock me out lmaoo

to hold you like a bouquet by gravitron (Words: 10,676 Chapters: 1/1)

Crowley and Aziraphale, as told by history’s flowers.

can y'all read this fic oh my god i'm gonna fight everyone. so so beautifully written and well-structured. you know what i'm just gonna copy and paste part of my comment on here because yeah: i love your writing it's just. The Way Yo uWrite. The Words. your way with words. etc. and some of your sentences have a directness to them that's so effective. and the way you incorporated the flowers into every part of the story is like... so tastefully done I'm obsessed

#fearandhatred #fearandasks #i have so many moreeeeee omg but these. these #please show them some love #also if you want more recs just go through my bookmarks although half of them are private lol #good omens #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #good omens fic

[spreta-invidia]

Do you have a daemyra fic rec list please? I’m desperately searching but they don’t live up to what you write I love your writing so much !! ❤️

Thank you so much!!! <3 That means so much to me! Thank you for reading and loving my writing.

I didn't have an actual Daemyra rec list, but I put a short one together today! There's so much fic in this fandom that I love, and so much that I have in my tbr queue also!

One Shots (canon or canon AU)

Those Happy Golden Years by SeveDeChampagne: This is actually a series of one shots set between episodes 7 and 9 that I think are just lovely. This is also maybe my favorite subgenre of Daemyra fic?

girls have their secrets by ginvael: This fits the subgenre above also! This is more focused on Rhaenyra, Baela, and Rhaena, and their relationships as the girls grow up. I really love ginvael's writing.

watching, always from the outskirts by vintagemocha: This is Alicent POV, but hear me out- it's great. The outsider POV works so well here to show Daemyra through the years.

burn for me by luthien_under_bough: Dark young queen Rhaenyra demands a special declaration of fealty from Daemon. Luthien's writing is so, so good basically always, and in this piece what got me was her use of detail. Also. Hot.

Multi-chapter (canon or canon AU)

Lavender Haze by madgirlslovesong: I think this is my favorite take on the idea of a disinherited Rhaenyra. This fic pairs really wonderful emotion with really interesting plotting/politics, and some excellent Daemyra content.

Bigger than the Whole Sky by CharlieLeau: Would you like your heart to be broken and broken and then mended? Then this is the fic for you! Instead of bearing her three sons during the ten year separation, in this fic Rhaenyra suffers a series of miscarriages, so the Rhaenyra Daemon reunites with is very different than in canon.

WIPs (canon or canon AU)

Threads of Black, Threads of Green by madgirlslovesong: I described this the other day as "if HotD was actually like ASOIAF" which is probably the highest compliment I can give. The hunt for the white hart inspires Rhaenyra to step up her political game. I caught up with this over two nights and I was so tired at work. Worth it.

Battlefields by calenlily: I'm a sucker for warrior Rhaenyra, but especially in the way calenlily does it here: very much a young woman in a new arena, with missteps and moments of glory both. Super excited for the rest of this. (Calenlily is another writer whose work I enjoy very much!)

Maternal Love by ginvael: An Aemma fix-it! I LOVE time travel fix-its, and this is one of my favs. There are some excellent moments between Aemma and Rhaenyra here.

Speaking of time travel fix-its... I think these two are abandoned, but I love what's there: Beyond the Black Door and five seconds later.

Modern AUs

Petrichor by sweetestsorrows: Really great Rhaenyra POV that takes the reader on a seven-year roller coaster through her relationship with Daemon.

entropy by firecollide (WIP): One of the first modern AUs I read in this fandom! In addition to being super fun, this fic also reignited my love for Arctic Monkeys.

This is definitely incomplete as lists go. I am perpetually behind on things and sort of a sloppy bookmarker (and also not a great comment leaver, though I am trying so hard to get better at that- it means SO much to me when people leave comments that it's almost talked me out of the incessant "oh god why does anyone care what you have to say, ugh you're probably sounding like an idiot" that goes through my head often/always tbh). There are gaps in here I should fill, and some fics are not available right now that any list of my favs feels naked without (High Hopes, I'm looking at you).

Let me know if you love any of these in particular! <3

#hotd fic #daemyra #fic rec

[mottlemoth]

So I’ve been hiding a lot. I’m really sorry. Being back on Tumblr makes me feel like it’s fine to share some of this - I’m sorry if it’s weird to hear - I’m just having a tough time and I need to be honest.

Various things are happening to me in real life at the moment. It’s been one thing after another, and there’s more to come. Usually I turn to fandom for a support structure and an escape from stress, but I’m realising that sense of comfort has been missing from my life for a few weeks now.

I came to OFMD from a small rarepair with a very close and very supportive community. I absolutely wasn’t prepared for the kind of things I’ve experienced in the last few months on Twitter. The OFMD community there has a lot of problems right now, one of the most worrying being a lethal lack of awareness that fan writers are fans. We’re writing for fun, sharing our work for free. But we’re being ripped apart by people who’ve had years of practice at criticising showrunners for creative decisions they don’t approve of. The abuse is largely motivated by jealousy - any author who picks up too much kudos or appears on too many rec lists becomes the next target, and it’s usually cloaked under a false banner of social justice. It’s happening over and over again. It’s transparent and it’s exhausting, and the things being used to justify the abuse are so tenuous that I often can’t believe what my actual eyes are reading. I’ve been accused of misogyny for writing Edward ‘Shoot-The-People-Who-Teased-Me’ Teach as reacting emotionally, therefore “female-coding” him, therefore sexism. I don’t know how to cope in this kind of environment.

I’ve been through endless rounds of coaxing myself to try to relax - to forget about the paranoia and the toxicity, and shut up and get on with writing because I have a duty to finish this fic and everyone’s waiting for the next chapter and if I don’t hurry up and post it then I’ll get Tumblr messages saying “when can we expect the next chapter” and - suddenly I realise, wait. I’m not actually obliged to do any of this.

This is my hobby.

I am 100% allowed to stop doing this at any point I want to.

“But you have a duty to the people who’ve--”

Look, I get that this isn’t something anyone wants to hear, but... no. I don’t. I’m an exhausted thirty-something sitting in her pyjamas after work, having a cry because my hobby somehow turned into a full-time job on top of my already miserable full-time job. AO3 writers don’t have a duty to do what they’re doing. Fanworks are literally a gift of time and energy from a complete stranger. I’d love to be able to ignore the people being abusive towards writers, but I can’t. And, again - this is my hobby. I’m not obliged to ignore the abuse and just get on with the task. If I’m upset, I’m allowed to stop. (Let’s say I joined a knitting club. Let’s say some of the members were routinely vicious and awful to anyone who got “too good” at knitting, and none of the other members ever hit them with any consequences for their behaviour. I don’t have a duty to stick around at Toxic Knitting Club, even if I never finished that pair of socks I started. If the club cares about its own survival, then it needs to make the environment feel safe and welcoming. It can’t just expect people to ignore the nastiness.)

OP, I blanked your name and pfp from this message because I don’t want you to get grief. But I’ve searched for your username in my email inbox, and found that this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me. You’ve never reached out to chat or be kind or make friends, but you’ve reached out to prod me when you think that I’m being tardy with delivery of your content. Chapters 1 to 43 appeared at least once a week, sometimes twice or even three times a week. Did it cross your mind that maybe there’s a reason why chapter 44 hasn’t dropped yet? Did you think, something must be wrong, maybe I should ask if they’re okay? No, you just came to bang on the vending machine. I’m sorry if this is an uncomfortable lesson to learn, but the writers in your fandom aren’t staff. We’re guests. Tonight, when I get home from work, I have the option to run a long bath, have a cry and play The Sims until I fall asleep, or the option to sit down at my desk and write something for you, even though I might get harassed and bullied for it. You haven’t tipped the scales in the direction you meant to.

I don’t know how to even begin concluding this post.

I’ve been struggling ever since I was dogpiled back in September. I feel very lonely and very tired. Twitter is an awful bloody website and it’s structured around division and argument. I’ve been feeling better since I came back to Tumblr. My breaks at work are now spent scrolling through pretty GIFs or cool meta or funny things about Izzy, rather than drama, and it’s helping. So... I don’t know, OP. Don’t start being like this here. I’m fighting so hard to find reasons to stay in OFMD. Life is rough at the minute, and I want to spend my free time feeling happy and safe with people who see me as a friend, not a vending machine. I’m doing everything a professional writer does, but for no pay, with no protection or support from a publisher, and I’m fitting it around a full-time job. That’s... well, that’s the situation. That’s the situation all your fan writers are in, however well they seem to be handling it. It’d be great if you could reflect on that.

TLDR; this is my hobby, and I work on my hobby when it feels fun.

#personal

[sitp-recs]

Liv!! Idk if your age gap anon got back to you but I’ll take any age gap fics you have 👀

Hi Danni! I haven’t heard back from them but your wish is my command 😌💜 since I already did rec lists for some age gap ships like Dralbus and Scarry, I’ve decided to make this one about the age difference element itself (Daddy kink, loss of virginity, teacher/student dynamic etc etc) if that makes sense? Happy Friday everyone!

Drarry:

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore (E, 5k)

It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new.

Not Nineteen Forever by @sorrybutblog (E, 6k)

A rogue charm hits on a mission and suddenly, Draco is nineteen again. Harry is still thirty-five and doing his best to look after his de-aged Auror partner (and forget about his long unrequited crush) until St. Mungo’s can brew the antidote.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (E, 12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

Just a Matter of Time by @gracerene (E, 23k)

Draco's in a bit of a rut. He's nearing forty, divorced, and he still can't figure out how to make his Time Turner reconstruction work. He's bored, he can admit it, so he's not nearly as concerned as he should be when his pet project malfunctions and sends him twenty years into the past.

Fast Forward, Two Steps Back by emmagrant01 (E, 36k)

Everyone knows that Draco Malfoy died in the Room of Requirement ten years ago. So when he suddenly reappears at Hogwarts ten years later, still seventeen years old, Professor Harry Potter's life gets very complicated.

Rare pair:

Rise and Shine by tamlane (E, 2.5k) - Hermione/Teddy

It’s too early to fight off Teddy Lupin’s wandering hands. Not that Hermione tries very hard any other time of the day.

Beneath a Foreign Moon by @lqtraintracks (E, 2.7k) - Harry/Teddy

Harry visits Teddy in the middle of the night.

Getting Hard by Snegurochka (E, 3.3k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius always preferred to do it now, now, and then maybe again in twenty minutes, but Harry took forever. Slowly, though, Scorpius is beginning to see the appeal of being patient.

Slip Free of My Grasp by @lqtraintracks (E, 3.4k) - Harry/Sirius

I don't want to be bad for him. I want to do bad things and still be, somehow, inexplicably, good.

Simple As It Is, Complicated As You Need by @lqtraintracks (E, 3.4k) - Harry/Teddy

It's not something they do often, this whole 'Daddy' thing. But to be fair, they don't even have regular sex as often as Teddy would like either. It's not as though they've even admitted they're doing anything.

A Carnival Mirror by secretsalex (E, 3.4k) - Draco/Albus

Albus Severus is nothing like his father. It’s all those differences that Draco can’t stop thinking about.

Mothering Sunday by pauraque (T, 3.6k) - Astoria/Narcissa

Narcissa always wanted a little girl of her own, and Astoria never really had a proper Mum. Together they build something that neither of them ever knew was possible.

Home for the Holidays by @gracerene (E, 4k) - Charlie/James

Charlie was expecting a normal holiday season at home, surrounded by food, laughter, and the warm embrace of family. He didn't count on James taking that last bit quite so literally.

A Bigger Splash by @wolfpants (E, 7k) - Draco/Albus

It's his dad's 45th birthday in rural Sicily, and all Albus wants is to be seen by Draco Malfoy.

The Moral Dilemma of Sharing by carpemermaid (E, 7.7k) - Draco/Harry/Scorpius

After a handful of coincidental run-ins and a half-joking suggestion Draco and Scorpius had formed the habit of cruising together for wizards to pull on the weekends.

To Me You Are the Sea by marguerite_26 (E, 8.5k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius dreaded attending Harry Potter's fiftieth birthday party for more reasons than he cared to admit.

Take Him to the Stars (Cut to the Feeling) by @writcraft (E, 10k) - Harry/Scorpius

Scorpius has a thing for older men. For one older man, in particular.

Unguarded by birdsofshore (E, 15k) - Draco/Albus

Staying with Scorpius for the first time proves to be more eventful than Albus expected, right from the moment when he walks in on Mr Malfoy shaving.

Team Players by @shiftylinguini (E, 15k) - Teddy/James, Oliver/James

Everyone has that one celebrity they’d move heaven and earth to get between their legs, and James Potter is no exception. He just never anticipated that number one on his Freebie List would end up in the same room as him, let alone would make the first move. But lucky for James, Teddy is a team player―well, he probably is, especially with what James is suggesting.

Possibly, Maybe by Curlee_Cue (E, 72k) - Harry/Scorpius

“A hand carefully brushed Scorpius’ hair out of his eyes and turned his head to face his rescuer. And of course, who else would it be, but Harry Potter? Once just an abstract legend, now his very own personal saviour.”

#asks #danpuff #age gap reclist #drarry & rare pairs

[damianbugs]

hi saki hiii if it's not 2 much of a bother, do u have a link to a batman reading list w some of the older comics u often talk abt? despite The Disease I've only read maybe 4 actual Bruce Wayne centered runs

-Angel 🫶🏾

HI ANGEL !!! unfortunately i have not yet found a good reading list of older batman comics. most of them are just like "read every single thing published since 1940" and like, okay, fair enough, but also no one wants to do that.

fortunately this gave me an excuse to look through my own fav reads and compile a short list to get you started! the thing about older batman comics is that (personally) they are far more easier to follow compared to modern day comics, so once you get familiar with the older style and layouts, it's so easy to just find the kind of stories you want to read!

most of these are published after the 1970s but all of them are before the New 52 (2011) !!

for a more concise list (+content/trigger warnings) you can find this reading list on my comic geeks.

> Batman: Legends of The Dark Knight

now this collection features over 200 issues and a dozen writers BUT it's because it's full of 2-4 issue short stories. out of these, the ones i recommend most to begin with are; #16-20 (venom), #39-40 (mask), #100 (the choice).

if you like the tone of these, then i would recommend reading the other stories too. great thing is that they're not connected to each other at all, so if you don't like one then you can skip it no problem. i definitely jumped over a few writers and weird stories when reading.

> Batman 1940

now from the main run itself, the advice to just read everything published is not worth it. some of these stories really just drag or are super confusing.

some favourites of mine to start with are; #402-403 (One Batman Too Many), #423 (You Shoulda Seen Him...) and of course, #404-#408 (Batman Year One).

> Detective Comics

now i have always been of the opinion that tec is the better of the two main runs, and you can really see the quality of story telling shine in older comics !

a few of my favourite issues are: #408 (The House That Haunted Batman), #439 (The Night of the Stalker), #457 (There is No Hope in Crime Alley!), #573-574 (My Beginning... and my Probable End) and #598-#600 (Blind Justice).

> The Brave and The Bold

all runs of tbatb runs, whether that be the 1950, 1990, 2007 or even present 2023 run, are so good !!!

for an older story, #93 (published 1970) is my favourite !!

> Batman Black and White

okay so i know i have been giving singular issue recs up until now but i am so serious when i say you should just read every single issue of Batman Black and White. there are three runs, the 1996, 2014 and 2020 with only around 6 issues each. some of the best and truly life changing stories are within it.

in fact, my all time number one favourite batman comic EVER is published in #1 of the 1996 run (Perpetual Mourning). there will never be a batman story ever like it again.

> Other Stories

there was something in the air during the 1990s, because some of the best ever batman stories were published during that time. i fear there has truly never been such a stacked decade like that one.

a few essential must reads from 1980s-1990s; Batman The Cult, Batman: Night Cries, Batman: War on Crime, Batman: The Ultimate Evil, Batman: Son of the Demon.

happy reading!!!!

#bruce wayne #saki comic talks #batman comic recs

[sadhappylady]

If you’re still answering the fic asks:

14, 21, 33, 37.

If there’re any duplicates - feel free to sub something you wish you’d been asked 🌻

Thanks a lot for the ask @gulliblelemon! Some of these were quite hard, so took some time to figure out (and I 'unfortunately' had to reread all of Ex by @stretchoutfics to be able to answer the first question - what is a girl gonna do?? 🤷)

14.          your choice of fanfic for each season

Spring: maybe Känsla by despassurlaneige? I think it is set during summer, actually, but it's all about new beginnings and new feelings, so it has that 'I just have to dance barefoot in the garden even though it's far too cold, because the snow is gone and the sun is warm and God! everything is just perfect' vibe, if you get what I mean.

Summer:. Matters of adjustment by @sflow-er is the summerest of all summer fics. And Ex by @stretchoutfics is a summer holiday fic that is just too extraordinary to forego.

Autumn: inte framför dina ögon utan, utan att du knappt ser det by graveyardorgarden is depressing and sad, and really nails that November feeling, just ten times worse. (TW: eating disorders. Thank god it has a sequence where they're doing better.) Heartily recommended anyway, for anyone who reads Swedish.

Winter: I already gave you all my Christmas favs, so maybe Put Me Back Together and Take My Heart by @notalotgoingonatthisinstant. A winter fic where Simon gets a head injury and Wille doesn't care what anyone says anymore. Lots of angst! (Or if it's more of a fluff day: will you hold me tight and not let go? by @toffeelemon. Valentine friends to lovers fic.)

Which is the fanfic with your favorite scene of this scenario ?

21.          a dancing scene

Definitely Dancing through life by @pagegirlintraining, because I love it! (Haha, I use every opportunity to say so.) So many great dancing scenes, but their last routine is my favourite!

33.          Henry and Walter favorite fanfic

I said I'd do a list, so here's your list 😌

Closure by @stretchoutfics. So sad. Post break-up story. Seriously so sad, but also sooo good.

You Have Reached the Voicemail Box of... Henry and Walter by @zee-has-commitment-issues (you should start from the first part of the series, though, you won't regret it). Has Walter seriously been dating Henry all this time, and not noticed?

Other people's secrets and Matters of adjustment by @sflow-er. Ace Henry friends to lovers fic. Henry is watching Wilmon being Wilmon through s1, while also having revelations about himself and his roommate. Must-read. (Matters of adjustment is the second part of the series.)

Last chance by @sflow-er. Also ace Henry friends to lovers fic/coming out fic. Super cute. 

There Is No 'Without Me' by @verukamtl. Friends to lovers fic, with lots of pining. And I seem to remember a certain hickey in there 😳 I love this one!

oops, didn't see you there by Elisabeth13. Cute, funny sickfic where Walter hates germs and Henry catches a cold.

37.          the trope you didn't expect to like

I think the YR fandom attracts writers that find nuance interesting. Which is to say that I have enjoyed some Wilmon superhero fics. I have never liked action movies or superhero stories much, because they often have very black and white perspectives. Either you are the hero, or you are the villain. But Wilmon superhero fics tend to add a lot of nuance to this picture. For instance:

Where we come from by This_time_its_just_me

what lies within by museraphoria

Falling in webs by Etvie

I'm still open for more asks, just know that if I need to find a lot of fics, the answers will be slow. Will get to it, though 💜 Or if you ever look for a fic rec later!

#yr fanfic asks #yr fanfic rec list #young royals #young royals fanfiction #young royals fanfic #wilmon fic

[moregraceful]

YES RECS!!! and rarepair??? be still my heart

To anon and also the three beautiful people who responded to this post and the 7 beautiful people who liked it, thank you so much I am so glad 11 people trust me to make a fool of myself as I try to encapsulate the feeling of finishing a fic and going WAHOO!!! this is me going into the street with a vest and a clipboard aggressively telling tourists to read the fic

Here are my inaugural rarepair recs, please enjoy this image I whipped up on Canva. also if you read any of these, please leave a comment for the authors, the rarepair trenches are hurtful and comments that are nice can sustain an author for months. also not cutting in case of these authors are vanity searching bc finding ppl reccing your fic in the wild is always such a treat

made up by sarcangel - josh manson/kurtis macdermid, colorado avalanche. you ever read a summary and go there's no fuckin way the author pulls this off....and then they do??? hoo boy i read the summary for this and if i weren't bored out of my mind waiting for my cookies to freeze, i would not have taken a chance on it. BUT I DID! AND I'M SO GLAD I DID BECAUSE IT WAS SO FUN!! what if josh manson was a secret cosplay tiktoker of geralt from the witcher and what if kurtis macdermid found josh manson's secret cosplay tiktok and he had to just suffer in lustful silence in the avs locker room knowing josh manson had a secret witcher cosplay tiktok and is really hot. does this sound deranged? yes it does. but the author pulls the concept off with such charm and joy and with such an obvious love and care for these players, i was captivated the whole way through and left my cookies longer in the freezer than i was supposed (the cookies were fine.)

maybe so (and maybe not) by sarcangel - matt nieto/alex newhook, colorado avalanche. friends and enemies and lovers, i fear not all of you appreciate matt nieto as much as you should, but thank god for alex newhook bc he does!! chris macfarland you will not see heaven. anyway this is a wonderful slice of life that is tagged pwp but it's actually more like....early twenties career anxiety with porn. what if i was on an entry level contract struggling emotionally, psychologically, sexually, and you were matt nieto. what then. the sexual pay off for newy's emotional agonies is so good - often when a fic is like, 80% feelings ending at 20% porn i just end up really dissatisfied because it never feels like a logical conclusion. but this was just pitch perfect right up until the end, the smut felt earned and moved the emotional arc forward. i would also like to add that i was forcibly reminded in this fic that nieto had a mustache but it was unfortunately terribly erotic for me. oh wow.

NOTE BEFORE THESE NEXT TWO RECS: i am fully planning to do a @theresonly1u rec list specifically now that i'm finally nutting up and reading so many of them, and now that eleven people explicitly and/or tacitly gave me permission to holler. but while i work on that, here are two recs from that fest that got me howling this week

My enemy, please stay close to me by planesandtrainingwheels, igor shesterkin/ilya sorokin, new york rangers & new york islanders. while i abstractly understand the circumstances around why fandom is so fucking weird about russian players besides ovi and geno, i think that's an incredible stupid bias FOR AMERICANS SPECIFICALLY bc i swear to god if these guys were canadian white boys, there'd be skywriting. anyway this fic whips ass, it makes wonderfully economic use of the constraints of the challenge while still managing to add perfect color and life to the scenes...it's a very fun take on red string of fate and soulmates and i just had an absolute blast thinking about two people tying themselves together because they're competitive teenage morons and then fall in love about it. it's soooo good

sign by frausorge, thomas bordeleau/william eklund, san jose barracuda. i initially had a rule for myself that i wasn't going to rec fic by personal friends and mutuals but i decided to break that just for the 1u recs bc so many mutuals participated. also because i need to start discourse: i truly believe the only people who understand the san jose barracuda on a soul level are trans people. case in point - this drabble that captures past/present/future anxieties and possibilities that spin out in front of you when someone makes an off-hand comment and someone else decides to be brave (NOT in the way you think!!) it's a perfectly and expertly executed 100 word moment that had me both so tense and emosh that i read the last sentence and had to go stare at a bowl of spaghetti about it. would i read 20k of this, yeah??? but i'm also so thoroughly satisfied by knowing it's a small moment that opens up two very beautiful lives to so many different futures. i love thinking about all the ways it could end. when william eklund makes the sharks opening night roster and i sit in the stands and have feelings disproportionate to the situation, know that it is because of this fic.

thank you for bearing witness 😌 i must now return to tasks

#i received unexpected large sum of money and used part of it on a gift that was poorly received and i'm trying not to be salty #but i was like you know what gift economy never fails? the fandom gift economy. everybody go comment on these fics!! #what a joy these fics are #side note i was gonna do 1u year 2 in may but now i'm wondering if i should do it twice a year in january and june #anyone got any thots... #mfw the fic hits #cage replies #anon #fic rec

[ussjellyfish]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you, @mylittleredgirl for tagging me! Have I done this...perhaps. Will do it again! It might also be new? the questions are fun.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

423

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

2,817,922 (hitting 3 million should be fun). I average 6661 words (ha) per fic. Which is interesting. I have 43 drabbles and 7 fics over 100,000 words so they must even out.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Once Upon a Time (though not for years). Star Trek the Next Generation, Star Trek Voyager, Star Trek Discovery. Stargate Atlantis and Agents of SHIELD. many other things, but not a lot of fics. (12 or less).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Stray Feathers and Scales (Emma Swan/Regina Mills, Once Upon a Time) I almost listed this one as Maleficent/Regina, which it isn't..kind of is, could have been poly if I'd thought about). This fic has HUGE stats for me and I haven't reread it in years. Parts of it are really detailed though, and it's VERY me. It's all the tropes.

Lost Leaves of Autumn (Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark, Game of Thrones) This one is very soft and doesn't really belong in the GoT universe, which is so brutal, but I really love Catelyn.

Thawing Deep (Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Game of Thrones). They could have worked! I haven't read this one in ages either.

Her Majesty's Mercy (Maleficent/Regina Mills, Once Upon a Time) The best Once fic I wrote, in my opinion. I remember the fun of writing this one.

A Funny Thing Happened at a Stark Tower Gala (Melinda May/Phil Coulson, Agents of SHIELD). Maybe this got recced somewhere? Maybe AoS fandom was just big that year? It's cute and fun, and for some reason has a bunch of kudos.

(this is long)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to? If it's a fic that I'm really into I'll reply. I'm kind of giddy about comments on the ones I'm writing right now. If it's an older one that I am sentimental for I try to reply. If I'm not into it at the moment (I am kind of burnt out on Once Upon a Time, and I haven't been into Chakotay lately so I've been kind of meh on my own Janeway/Chakotay stuff). I try to, but I am fickle.

I did just have this really positive experience where I posted my chapter of Quantum Variations (which is my long Disco WIP) and the chapter was kind of a mess, but I was so happy to post it, I really didn't care) and people found things for me to fix and were really kind about it. It felt good, for a chapter with a bunch of errors.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I killed Elizabeth Weir once, but she came back, so the ending was pretty hopeful. I don't write much angst without a happy ending.

I have Janeway rather self-destructively run off with the Borg Queen but... uh...it wasn't that angsty. Dark, but she kind of wanted it.

There's probably something really angsty I'm just not thinking of, but I don't reread my really old stuff often. (some of them I honestly have no idea what the fic is about).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

there's a really sappy SGA one where they have a bunch of kids.

Firefly (Star Trek Discovery, Philippa and...learning to have feelings). maybe? Considering how messy Philippa's feelings are, she ends up happy, and more human, and she goes on a very long journey about it.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not lately. I did, I have, but it's been years. Once Upon a Time fandom you were a wild ride.

I did make massive drama back in the day with Janeway/Crusher, because I really wanted to get to play with them in the fandom space I was in, but that was not the space for that.

9. Do you write smut?

Sometimes! I'm on a somewhat lazy sort of fade to feelings place at the moment. I wrote a somewhat detailed one awhile back, but it was pretty tame. The fic is good though! I really like that one. Trapped in a turbolift and then later they have sex.

Migrations and other recurring phenomena (Star Trek Discovery, Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak). Happy Birthday, madame captain...

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not often, I do have a SGA and TNG crossover where the Enterprise turns up at Atlantis, which is odd but fun, and for some reason (there's a space battle) it got outside my usual audience. I really liked the challenge of all the characters meeting each other.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I recall.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I think a OUAT one? maybe two? It has happens but...I don't remember which fic it is.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Jackie and I wrote two really long ones together (which were a blast). I don't think she's still on tumblr but, @shinewithalltheuntold, I love you).

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I am really into whatever I am really into at the moment, because I get REALLY into things.

Right now it's Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak, underappreciated ship of my dreams. Michael gets to date the president of the Federation, as a treat. fun bonsu for me is that they have scenes together! and a relationship arc and that's really fun. (even if it's not romantic, it's something and I adore them, so I'll take it).

All time ever? Kathryn Janeway/Beverly Crusher, which made drama, ruined some of my fandom relationships, but really gave me something I needed.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

I have a few that I just ended, which I'm okay with. I've taken longer hiatuses than I'd like, lately. (life's just been a lot).

I have three right now. Only one is posted and I'll finish that one! (Quantum Variations on a Love Theme (Star Trek Discovery, Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak) is my favorite. It's my heart right now. It's long and it's sometimes hard to write and there's backstory and plot threads BUT I love it.

And it has it's own little following and really that's all a really long fic needs: a handful of people who read it.

The other two I need for Year of the OTP so I should get those done too. (Firefly universe crosses over into canon-adjacent universe and Michael rescues sick Laira fic).

Hopefully they all get finished. (I'm fairly certain they will. I am not answering the question well).

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. Soft feelings. Incremental character growth. Long, slow, introspective character journeys. Friendship and found family moments. (there are some Tilly and Philippa moments I really like in Firefly, and Tilly and Laira and Tilly and Michael and...people having loving conversations is fun).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. (I feel like I'm really lazy with this most of the time. They're there, you know what they look like).

Urgency. (my fics do not move quickly, or really with a lot of certainty in their direction).

Plot. (frequently feels like an afterthought so people can have feelings).

Focus? I drop plot threads, all the time.

Writing by myself is hard. I ALWAYS want to show whatever I've just done to a person and sometimes people are busy and I am so unmoored by that. (post it anyway, dammit). I adore having someone tell me it's good before I post it.Sometimes I have to post it anyway...

I also write the thing I want to write, over and over in different fandoms and with different a characters and I've written my own variations on "pregnant person goes on a journey with her feelings and grows as a person" at least 10 times.

and I'll do it again.

And I love midly sick character, which I will do again.

I feel bad and don't feel bad? It's what I want to read so I have to write it so I can read it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I google translate, or skip around it, or switch POV so I don't have to deal with it. It's hard to do and I can usually avoid it. I use a lot of fantasy name/word generator for alien words.

It's mostly [alien name goes here] and hopefully I put something in.

I borrow words (or spelling conventions) from languages I know little pieces of (Finnish, German, Welsh) when I need to for alien things.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek the Next Generation. (Stranded, Beverly Crusher/Jean-Luc Picard, Will Riker/Deanna Troi, adorable future children who are lesbians). One of my oldest fics is ON Ao3! it is like 22 years old I think? it's a mess and I should fix the formatting but it's SO LONG... It's fine. It's there. It's really not bad for my first long fic.

It's fun to see how far I've come. I wrote that one so long ago that I wrote it under my real name on a usergroup. Then posted it on my own website that I made with html on geoctities.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Whatever I'm working on right now is usually my favorite. I have fics I am especially fond of.

Her Majesty's Mercy. (Once Upon a Time, Regina Mills/Maleficent) one of the darker things I've written for them, that has a very happy ending it's just...kind of all raw messy feelings)

When I the Starry Courses Know. (Star Trek Voyager: Kathryn Janeway/Borg Queen) very depressed Janeway gives herself up to the Borg Queen, which kind of a Faustian twist to it. It's one of the better things I've ever written).

Fedvision (the Federation does eurovision, with Beverly Crusher/Kathryn Janeway and most of Voyager and TNG at their party). Fedvision is wonderful I should write it again, because it should happen every year. (Disco needs it). This fic is full of bubbly happiness and hats and love. It's full of love.

Firefly (Star Trek Discovery: Mirror Philippa Georgiou and Michael Burnham, and feelings, and learning to trust people). I used to live in a state of angst waiting for someone to comment when I posted...this fic has chapters without any comments at all. I had never written anything this long that didn't depend on a romantic pairing, this one doesn't have one in the center. I took huge break...and came back! I didn't have a beta or an alpha and I lost friends in the time it took to write it, and it still turned out. I grew as a writer and poster with this fic.

Quantum Variations on a Love Theme (Star Trek Discovery: Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak) is my favourite right now, because it's a me fic. It's a long meandering jellyfish fic and Laira's pregnant and I love it. It's the most fun I could have. It has really good parts. (not all of them but, there are some stellar bits). Also it has some detailed world building, and that's fun. This is the me fic that owns my soul at the moment so of course it's my favourite.

I'll just have five...

Tagging @aleksandrachaev @that-one-curly-haired-chick @purlturtle, @winternightjewels @regionalpancake @galactic-pirates @jackabelle73 @holdouttrout (if you fancy it)

and you, if you feel like it, person who made it all the way to the bottom!

The questions!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

#long post #20 questions for fic writers #about me #so much about me

[hardly-an-escape]

man... I'm seeing the recency bias in fanfic firsthand this weekend and I'm having mixed feelings about it. putting it under a cut because it's rambly and long.

I don't track my kudos as closely as some folks do, but I've noticed that the AO3 emails have been slowing down lately. which makes sense, as the last time I posted there was in October and I haven't been super active on tumblr lately either.

but I posed a fic yesterday and almost immediately started getting kudos on other works of mine as well – and it's super obvious why, of course: people who enjoyed the fic I'd just posted clicked on my profile to see what else I've written, and checked out my other, older fics. same thing actually happened to a lesser extent here on tumblr, with likes popping up on older posts, presumably because people found my fic masterlist via my pinned post (which includes things like ficlets that aren't on AO3, AU ideas, etc.)

on the one hand, this is awesome! this is exactly how an archive is supposed to function, after all, just like how you go to the C shelf at the library to find more books by Agatha Christie.

on the other, it's hard not to take that info and translate it into "I must continue to produce work so that my older work will get noticed, too." I must keep my name up there among the most recent posts, I must stay visible. or maybe I'm not doing a good job of self promotion; maybe I should try to circulate my own older fics more, maybe I should tag my stuff better, etc. etc.

of course this is only anxious internal pressure, and it's fairly easy to ignore. I'm not in fandom for clout or "engagement," I'm in it for fun. and that kind of thinking is the opposite of fun, so I try not to give in to it. but it's hard sometimes. I mean, I want people to read what I write, and enjoy it, and react to it. I get a lot of satisfaction and validation from others' reactions to my writing, and I'm not going to pretend that that isn't part of the reason why I post my fic!

but I'm also a slow writer, and not very prolific when it comes down to it (for a lot of reasons, ranging from ADHD to a busy real life to my mental health). and it does bum me out a little when there's such a clear difference between the number of reactions I get to my work when I've posted something recently vs when it's been a couple of months since I shared something new. the joy of getting that attention is tempered by this bittersweet, "wow... I could get that feeling even more often if I was just... better." if I wrote faster. if I posted more.

but it also drives home how important it is to circulate posts and older fics! to go past that first page on AO3, to really dive into the tags for fandoms or pairings you love and seek out some older stuff. it drives home the importance of things like rec lists and masterlists, which enable us to collect and share works that may have fallen out of view.

(and yes, it drives home for me personally that I can always be doing more to lift up my fellow writers, to reblog and comment on things I like, so everyone can get that good feeling of knowing someone enjoyed something they wrote.)

anyway. lots of thoughts and feelings over here. and I want to be clear that this is all my own personal stuff – please don't take any of this as judgement or criticism of how anyone else engages in fandom. just barfing my thoughts into the void.