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Non-Ao3 part 1 (part 2)

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Short Bunji thread by @/gdnightsweetme (wangxian)

Foxxian/Dragonji thread by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, cw: dubcon, mpreg, memory loss)

Miniaturized Sleeve Husband WWX by @/Firebrd86 (wangxian)

Short Immortal Huli Jing WWX & Dragonji thread by @/cerbykerby (wangxian)

Prince LWJ & Royal Sect Leader WWX thread by @/honeyyyaeons (wangxian)

No War Au with Cursed Twin Jades by @/FriedJingyi (wangxian, bad luck curse, forced seclusion, case fic)

Modern Nighthunt Proposal by @/FriedJingyi (wangxian)

Babyji thread by @/Firebrd86 (wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, de-aging)

River Spirit Merxian by @/the_last_d_boy (wangxian, angst w happy ending, river spirit WWX, Graphic violence, light gore, Major character death (he gets better though))

Foxxian & Noodleji thread by @/0Pink_Blossoms0 (wangxian, dragon LWJ, fox WWX, different first meeting)

Short Modern Thread by @/gusubunnie (wangxian, first meeting, shopkeeper WWX, falling in love)

Dystopia AU by @/enigmatree (wangxian, dystopia, magic, curses, cursed LWJ, angst w happy ending)

College AU by @/enigmatree (wangxian, modern, college, nude photos, rich WWX)

Idol AU by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, modern, idol LWJ, Hannah Montana inspired)

ABO Mating Run by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, omega WWX, alpha LWJ, mating runs, humor, mpreg, dubcon, noncon)

Exiled LWJ thread by @/lotuslate (wangxian, canon divergence, exiled LWJ, fisherman LWJ, post-resurrection, reunions)

Immortals au by @/lanerjie (wangxian, modern, immortals LWJ & WWX, first meeting, good luck charms, falling in love, getting together)

SituationJiSeason thread by @/FriedJingyi (wangxian, modern cultivation, spells, bondage, pining, getting together)

Modern AU thread by @/LemonLushFF (Wangxian, modern, youtuber WWX, single parent LWJ, reunions, pining, smut)

Short Nature Photographer WWX thread by @/lamusadelils (wangxian, modern, fox LWJ, photographer WWX, getting together)

Shrek Forever Au by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, Shrek Forever AU, WWX erases himself from the world & memory)

“Evil” Bandit WWX au by @/cicerfics (Wangxian, humor, is it considered kidnapping if you do it yourself?)

Baby Foxian & Noodleji thread by @/cicerfics (wangxian, fox WWX, dragon LWJ, hurt LWJ, shapeshifters, humor, WWX in Cloud Recesses)

Paperman WWX Thread by @/FriedJingyi (wangxian, canon divergence, burial mounds settlement days, paperman WWX, pining)

Xuanwu Cave Confession by @/cerbykerby (Wangxian, canon divergence, Xuanwu cave, hurt WWX, love confessions, canon compliant)

Dadxian & Teacher LWJ thread by @/wrecklwj (Wangxian, modern, single parent WWX, teacher LWJ, pining, competence kink)

Mothxian & WitchJiThread by @/cerbykerby (Wangxian, fantasy au, moth WWX, witch LWJ, pining, marriage proposal)

Modern AU thread by @/ana__cp (Wangxian, modern, overwhelmed & stressed LWJ, weighted blanked WWX)

Ancient Evil WWX by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, au, YLLZ WWX, ancient WWX, imprisonment)

Gentleman Robber WWX by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, crown prince LWJ, gentleman robber WWX)

Modern ABO by @/cerbykerby (Wangxian, modern, ABO, alpha WWX, omega LWJ, misunderstandings, pining)

LQR & WWX Thread by @/wrecklwj (LQR & WWX, wangxian, modern, teacher LQR, HOD WWX, bonding, matchmaking, childhood friends WX, falling in love

Modern PigeonJi Au by @/luckymarrowb (wangxian, modern, YLLZ WWX, pigeon LWJ, hurt LWJ)

Short Thread by @/0Pink_Blossoms0 (wangxian, modern)

War Prize LWJ au by @/enigmatree (wangxian, canon divergence, madam lan lives, and also ran off with LQR & LXC, war prize LWJ, arranged marriage)

Fantasy au by @/gcelerydragon (wangxian, fantasy au, angst, sexual harrassment/assault, abuse, noncon body modification, magic armor, dub con, death, this was definitely darker than I remembered, curses, not YZY friendly)

Shifter AU feat. CSSR & WCZ by @/cerbykerby (CSSR/WCZ, wangxian, fox CSSR, wolf WCZ, dragon LWJ, fox WWX, babyJi, babyXian, humor)

Modern Au by @/yeehawmeowqing (wangxian, modern, barista WWX, bookseller LWJ, misunderstanding, love confessions, getting together)

University au by @/sk_starlight (wangxian, modern, university au, long-distance relationship, hinted lwj/omc, happy ending)

WarPrizeJi Au by @/PorcupineGirl8 (wangxian, canon divergence, YLLZ WWX)

WarPrizeJi Au by @/yeehawmeowqing (wangxian, au, YLLZ WWX, humor)

WarPrizeJi au by @/dilfzhxn (wangxian, YLLZ WWX, childhood crushes, dark thoughts, angst, NSFW, rough sex, bottom LWJ)

Ghost WWX Thread  by @/stiltonbasket (wangxian, canon divergence, major character death, ghost WWX, fierce corpse WWX, love confessions, getting togehter, genius WWX)

Nsfw mpreg O!LWJ thread by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, Modern, ABO, omega LWJ, alpha WWX, non-con, dub-con, public sex, secret identity)

Modern thread by @/flowerofgusu (wangxian, modern, first meeting, mechanic WWX)

WarprizeJiSeason thread by @/letslwj (wangxian, canon divergence, rogue cultivator WWX, YLLZ WWX, secret identity, tw enslavement, violence)

DragonJi/FoxXian thread by @/cerbykerby (dragon LWJ, fox WWX, fluff)

Agent/Critic au by enigmatree (wangxian, modern, agent WWX, food critic LWJ, misunderstandings, first meeting, getting together, tw guns, violence)

Shapeshifter au by @/orca_day (wangxian, modern, shapeshifter WWX, cat WWX, identity reveal, getting together)

FoxXian au by @/cicerfics (Wangxian, ABO, shapeshifter WWX, fox WWX, prince LWJ, omega LWJ)

Royalty au by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, prince LWJ, sneaking out, first meeting)

Time Travel au by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, time travel, universe travel, prince LWJ, covert ops WWX)

God LWJ au by @/yumichanhamano (canon divergence, god LWJ, bunny LWJ, child WWX, different first meeting)

Phoenix WWX au by @/laazulink (wangxian, fantasy au, phoenix WWX, rogue cultivator WWX, dragon LWJ)

Modern au by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, modern, history, past emperor LWJ, secret consort, tw: homophobia, modern politics)

Wuxia sect Meishan Yu au @/wrecklwj (Jinzhu & JYL & Yinzhu, YZY &JYL, canon divergence, MSY is wuxia sect)

JYL in disguise au by @/westiectweets (JC & JYL & WWX, novel canon divergence, JYL in Cloud Recesses, JYL disguised as a boy, Cloud Recesses study arc)

Crow & Crane au by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, crow WWX, crane LWJ, courting, pining)

Modern ABO au by @/ariskamalt (wangxian, modern, omega LWJ, bottom LWJ, alpha WWX, neighbors, smut, cw //violence, dubcon, mpreg mention)

Courtesan LWJ au by @/rarawriting (canon divergence, courtesan LWJ, different first meetings)

Transmigration au by @/enigmatree (wangxian, transmigration, modern, ABO au LWJ in a Modern au, omega LWJ, concubine LWJ, bottom LWJ, CEO WWX)

WarPrizeJi au by @/enigmatree (wangxian, canon divergence, huli jing WWX, YLLZ WWX, dragon LWJ, accidental egg acquisation, arranged marriage)

Desperate Time Travel au by @/enigmatree (wangxian, canon divergence, time travel, dimension travel, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt LWJ)

No confession at the temple au by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, canon divergence, no confession au, angst, pining)

Soulmate au by @/enigmatree (wangxian, modern, soulmate au, first responder WWX, CPR, hurt LWJ, terrible first meeting)

God WWX au by @/enigmatree (wangxian, canon divergence, god WWX, different first meeting, bottom LWJ)

CSSR & WZC in Cloud Recesses au by @/cerbykerby (CSSR/WCZ, CSSR & LQR & WZC, child WWX, child LWJ, child LXC, madam lan has a vacation, QHJ is not the nicest)

Another CSSR & WZC in Cloud Recesses au by @/cerbykerby (CSSR/WCZ, CSSSR & LQR & WCZ, pregnancy, child birth, babies, the beginning of wangxian)

Foxxian & Dragonji au by @/yumichanhamano (wangxian, fantasy au, dragon LWJ, fox WWX, reunions, different first meeting, hurt LWJ)

Phoenixian & Dragonji au by @/cerbykerby (wangxian, fantasy au, different first meetings, meet-ugly, phoenix WWX, dragon LWJ)

ABO Time Travel au by @/cerbykerby (Wangxian, time travel, future LWJ in the past, ABO, omega LWJ, mpreg, misunderstandings, crack)

Fox YLLZ WWX au by @/orca_day (Wangxian, different first meeting, fox WWX, demon WWX, YLLZ WWX, burial mounds settlement days, hurt LWJ)

Modern Prank au by @t0ge_pi (wangxian, modern, pranks)

Dragonji EggPreg au by @/cicerfics (wangxian, dragon LWJ, mpreg, sort of, egg preg, misunderstandings, angst w happy ending)

Jin Banquet au by @/cicerfics (LXC & LWJ, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX doesn’t attend, twin jades going feral, lot of punching solving a lot of things, sect leader JYL, sect leader QS)

End of the World au by @gcelerydragon (wangxian, modern, apocalypse au, ABO, breeding kink, overstimulation)

Kids Dragonji & Foxxian au by @/s_selene210 (wangxian, kids, dragon LWJ, fox WWX, marriage proposal)

CQL Post-Canon thread by @/lanerjie (wangxian, post-canon, alcohol, drinking, getting together)

Mermay au by @/cerbykerby (Wangxian, teenagers, mer LWJ, human-eating, mention of wwx desecrating corpses (although when is that new), bottom!lwj, eggpreg)

LQR takes WWX in au by @/cerbykerby (LQR & WWX, wangxian, modern, not YZY friendly, WWX kicked out, implied physical abuse,

Auntie Yu au by @/sam9163 (YZY & WWX, modern, YZY friendly, bunnies)

Internet Friends Meetup by @/bottomlanzhann (wangxian, modern, first meeting, misunderstanding, mistaken identity)

Neighbors au by @/prettyweiyings (wangxian, modern, neighbors, single parent WWX, a-yuan is a good boy, getting officially together)

Modern ABO au by @/kazzys_wx (wangxian, modern, ABO, omega WWX, alpha LWJ, mpreg, unplanned pregnancy, not YZY friendly, protective LWJ)

CR Arc canon divergence by @/mimSS_og (Wangxian, Cloud Recesses Study arc, WWX is good with kids, fluff)

Omegaverse thread by @/prettyweiyings (Wangxian, modern, ABO, eventual mpreg, slick, alpha LWJ, omega WWX)

Vampire WWX thread by @/hyacinthsuns (wangxian, modern cultivation, vampire WWX, misunderstandings, daring rescues, consensually sexy blood drinking, happy ending, CW: blood (mostly in a vampire-y way), fire, injuries, past torture, and some mindfuckery (hallucinations caused by magic) )

Imprisoned WWX au by @/greenteafiend1 (JL & WWX, JC & JL, wangxian, JL centric, WWX lives au, imprisoned WWX, Jins being Jins, curses)

Angsty modern au by @/YilingSani (wangxian, modern, established relationship, angst, break up, not LXC friendly)

Twitter Fic by 3neetee this is lqr&wwx with a lil wx sequel

Soulmark AU by epistemologys_

time travel au by carib_goddess

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[sitp-recs]

HP Rec Fest, Day 5

Here we are with prompt #5 from @hprecfest! Big fan of this one although I must admit that I lost track of almost all the HP fics I’ve read back in my pre-AO3 days. A downside of indulging mlm fic at home in your early teens is that you can never trust your browser history lol anyway, I’m very pleased with today’s picks because these two brilliant yet devastating fics felt quite transformative for me back then, and I think they deserve special recognition for that alone. They’re two of the saddest stories I’ve ever read and tbh I don’t think I can handle this brand of hardcore angst anymore. Well I hope you folks are in the mood for it today! 😇

Day 5) A non-AO3 fic:

Drarry

Nightingale by michi_thekiller (NC-17)

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. -Jacques Deval

this is make up break up angst taken to a whole new level 💀 gosh, the ways this fic ruined me with the heartbreaking depiction of post-war trauma. only for those with a strong heart, as for mine it belongs to this doomed Draco and this sad and lonely Harry who can’t help but long for him. painfully raw but also thought-provoking, pls check the tags before giving it a go then come scream with me

Rare pair

If You Are Prepared by Cybele (Snarry, NC-17)

A task he can't refuse. A boy he doesn't want to refuse.

this series is an epic tragedy that has haunted me ever since I first read it back in the 00s. it’s the masterpiece that made me truly feel for this ship for the very first time, not only due to its urgent, devastating, ill-advised war romance but also thanks to Cybele’s sexy and gripping storytelling. a masterclass in tension and angst, grab some tissues for the MCD finale ⚠️

#hprecfest2023 #day 5 #non-ao3 fics

[ao3-crack]

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#archive of our own #ao3 quotes #ao3 stuff #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #just accept your true calling as a theatre kid and go get your adhd diagnosis already #this is actually a really good fic #it explores gender in a cool and meaningful way #also #this is me with literally every one of my friends #how I ended up being the only non-theatre kid is a mystery #(actually I have crippling anxiety that decides to pop in every time I stand in front of a group so that might be it) #adhd #theatre #theatre kid

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Fic things I will never have enough of/get over:

“Oh no, they’re hot.”

“Great, now there’s two of them.”

See above but with more swearing and feelings of dread and impending doom

BAMFs with swords

Old wise person causing 90% of the chaos

“They’ve never met in canon.” “Actually, they’re dating.”

“They’re mortal enemies.” “Actually, they’re married.”

The keeper of the braincell

Sharing one braincell but they lost it

The cinnamon roll goes feral

Tiny feral child and their supportive, enabling, non-parental background adults

“I’m your problem now”

“Welp, guess I’m a parent now”

Accidental world domination

Competence

Competence kink

Calmly sipping tea while everything behind them is on fire

Trying to be a good, supportive adult but you have no point of reference so you end up giving a sword to a ten-year-old

Time travel

Person A and person B start dating and when they tell everyone persons C-Q are confused because haven’t they been dating for like three years now and persons R-Z thought they were already married

*does something previously thought to be impossible* “What, like it’s hard?”

Platonic besties that will help hide the bodies

Fake dating

Accidental baby acquisition

Accidental baby acquisition but they’re a middle-aged to senior adult with like five thirty-something-year-olds that are now their children

Crossovers that shouldn’t work but do

“I need help” “I’ll grab the shovel” “Not that kind of help”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Well-written non-canon pairings for characters that have other firmly established canon pairings. Like, fully alters the entire story line non-canon pairings. But done in a way that feels like a reasonable possible outcome.

A protagonist with a million problems to solve still taking the time to be kind

Forehead kisses

Time traveller going apeshit and fixing everything preferably in as Mary-Sue a way as possible

OP character who is oblivious to the fact that they are indeed OP

Character who spouts off increasingly concerning details of their life while not realizing everyone else’s growing concern or the fact that they’re probably about to be mother-henned for the next decade

Character who chooses a parental figure and informs said parental figure of this new development with little to no forewarning

Strong, stoic character is actually the most chaotic one there

Everything in the chaotic portion of the alignment chart

Getting back at a bad guy in as petty a way as possible

Time travel with two or more time travellers who don’t realize they’re not the only time traveller

The guy everyone thinks is going to beat up all the bad guys sitting back and watching the person previously believed to be as strong as an uncooked noodle absolutely demolish them

Any situation where characters play hot potato with a position of great power. “Congrats, you’re king now.” “Not if you can’t catch me, I’m not.”

Unexpected language skills

Unexpected skills in general, particularly if they’re as niche as hell

Two extremely competent individuals who lose all brain cells when within a close proximity of each other

Fixing problems on accident

Fixing problems on accident while actively trying to cause problems on purpose

Surviving primarily due to spite

#a non comprehensive list #fics #fanfic tropes #ao3 #batman #batfam #and all the other fandoms I end up in #several of which I wake up in not sure how I got there #but then I stay for a little while #and then suddenly I’m invested #I think there are only two or three fandoms I’ve ever purposefully sought out #the other couple dozen just kinda happened

[cryingatships]

The moment ao3 comes back I'm gonna smooch its forehead and download every single one of my 1800+ bookmarks

#ao3 #ao3 down #i was actually pretty ok last day but this is getting impossible now #i have an exam tomorrow how will I study if I don't have my comfort fics to look forward to after finishing it #why would you attack a non profit

[lauraneedstochill]

Make a move

summary: you think Aemond is too arrogant to woo you, but he's got some tricks up his sleeve. pairing: Aemond Targaryen x F!Reader words: ~ 6000 warnings: a bit of bickering and teasing, it gets slightly heated (Aemond has a praise kink, but I doubt anyone is surprised), mostly it's just silly fluff

author's note: this was inspired by "Crazy, stupid, love", particularly the scene where Emma kisses Ryan (one of my favorite on-screen kisses!) and everything that follows. I recently rewatched the movie and had an idea for this story. it's not smth I would usually write, but I couldn't get it out of my head (also, I may or may not have a thing for men's hands... you've been warned)

> English is not my first language, so feel free to message me if you spot any major mistakes

You keep mindlessly tapping your fingers on the wooden table, your cup of wine untouched. You don't really notice the movement, too wrapped up in your thoughts, until your friend Margaret sneers.

"If you don't stop, I might bite your hand off," she says, sitting across the table.

"Then I'll use the other one," you huff but pause your fidgeting. "Better bite my head off, it will do us both more good."

"But I like your head very much," she pouts. "Is this about Thomas again?"

You groan, hiding your face in your hands and thinking back to the conversation you had earlier today with said man. Your emotions are a mix of annoyance and embarrassment as you can't stop thinking about his words.

"He said the meeting will be of great importance. What if he...? You know," you mutter, and Margaret huffs.

"I hope he won't."

"Hey, you are supposed to be my friend!" you playfully pinch her hand, and she fakes a gasp.

"I am your friend. And as your friend, I think you deserve way more than that sad excuse of a man," her face gets serious for a second, and you feel your smile waver.

"Mar, you know I don't have much of a choice," you breathe out, and your heart sinks at the thought. "He isn't that bad, really. He's always been kind to me."

"Sounds like every girl's dream," she rolls her eyes. "And you want to settle down for a kind man? Nothing else?"

"What do you think my options are? Please, enlighten me since I'm clearly missing something," you cross your arms on your chest. You know she's right and she means good, but your frustration gets the best of you.

Luckily, Margaret catches it and gives you a sympathetic smile.

"All I'm saying is that for as long as I can remember you've always dreamt of something more," she extends her hand across the table and lightly squeezes yours. "We've been friends since we were little kids, and you are the most loving person out of everyone I know. Should I remind you who taught me how to dance? Protected me against my idiot brothers?" you giggle at the memory. "You've got an adventurous spirit and a heart of gold. You deserve an epic love story," there's a hint of sadness in her voice.

For a minute you sink into your thoughts again.

"And you think Thomas is not the one?" you sigh.

"He's epically boring at best," Margaret takes a sip out of her cup. "I know he's not the one — and you do, too."

"My parents approve of him," you try to argue, but she's quick to object.

"They only care about your approval. And they mistakenly took your lack of protest for it," Margaret gives you a gloomy look.

"You are aware that I can't wait forever, right? I'm not getting any younger."

"Nor smarter," she snickers.

"Not everyone is lucky to meet the love of their life at the age of 12," you frown. Margaret and Jamie got married three years ago, but they have been betrothed for seven prior to that.

"Fair," she beams, and you can't stay irritated for long. They are still ridiculously in love with each other, and you are really happy for her. You just wish to feel that, too. You crave that indescribable feeling of longing and wanting and caring for someone else — and being loved just as much in return.

"Maybe the concept of love is overrated," you ramble. "It was easy to believe in when I was a kid but... As I'm growing older, it's getting harder to cling to hope, I guess. And I'm trying to make an effort and meet new people and... to show just enough character to not scare them away," you quote your mother. "Yet all of them just... Make me feel nothing. At all. And I...," you realize that Margaret isn't listening, her gaze is on something else behind your back. "Hey, I'm pouring out my heart of gold," you hiss, and her sight shifts to you. Before you can question her behavior, she informs:

"Someone's been keeping an eye on you."

"Margaret, I'm trying to have a serious conversation about my future," you fight the urge to turn around.

"Maybe this is your future!" she winks, and you grunt at her silliness.

"We are in a tavern out of all places! I'd rather take a kind man as my betrothed than a drunk one," you're about to scold her, but your friend's eyes go wide.

"His hair," her voice is barely above the whisper. "I can make out the strands of silver," Margaret slightly leans towards you. "You know what that means?"

"That you had too much wine? Maybe we should call it a night," you suggest, but your friend protests.

"Sit down!" she shushes. "He's coming over here," Margaret puts on a smile that looks painfully forged. The never-ending chattering of people around you makes your head hurt, and you're too tired to play along.

"Mar, it's been a long day, and the last thing I want is to waste my time entertaining some man's arrogance and...," you don't get to finish because he interrupts your train of thought. 

"What if a man entertains you?" his voice is low and cocky. You close your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. You don't want to make a scene in a public place so you pull yourself together, thinking that you can talk your way out of this ridiculous situation.

But when you turn to him, your eyes meeting his, your plan is suddenly forgotten.

He's taller than you, a black cloak covering most of his body and his head, so your attention is naturally drawn to his face. He wears an eyepatch, and you look over his sharp features — his prominent nose, high cheekbones that flow down to the curved contour of lips, plump and alluring. Margaret was right about the hair, but she failed to mention the color of his eye. Taking that into account, it's not hard to guess that he's a Targaryen. Which means that he definitely is arrogant.

Well, two can play that game.

You ignore his question and pointedly don't stand up in his presence:

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

"I believe the pleasure is all mine," he's only looking at you.

"We've just met, you should not jump to conclusions," you feel Margaret kicking your leg under the table but dismiss her warning.

"Sharp tongue," he notes.

"Will this be a problem?" you challenge him.

"On the contrary," it sounds like he's actually enjoying it.

It's tricky to read his intentions. But when his gaze is concentrated on you, it makes you feel like there's no one else in the room, and that sensation is thrilling.

"What brings you here, if I may ask?" you press, trying to ignore the unknown feeling creeping up on you.

"It's a nice tavern, wouldn't you say so? Since you are here, too." 

"No, I mean what brings you to our table. There are plenty of others you could've graced with your presence".

"Something must've caught my eye," he says, and you see a glint of a smile on his lips.

"Some thing? Well, the interior isn't very eye-catching if you ask me. But we might have to disagree on that."

"You aren't very agreeable, it seems."

"That's what servants are for, and I'm not one," you're being defiant yet it doesn't bother him.

"Please, do tell me more about yourself," he swiftly pulls up a nearby chair and sits right next to you, his eye never leaving your face.

"Should you pull another one? For your ego, since it takes quite a lot of space."

He squints at your words, and the corners of his mouth turn into a grin.

"I think we have that in common," he bites back, but there's no anger in his voice. If anything, the man looks curious, and you have to admit that you don't take offense at his wit.

"Are there any other far-reaching conclusions that you managed to come up to?" you turn your body to him, so now you two are opposite each other.

"I only got here a few minutes ago. But I am a great observer should you give me a little more time."

"Am I supposed to take your word for it? You are not as convincing as you think," you impugn, so he pauses briefly.

"You don't trust people easily, do you? How's that for an observation," his voice gets quiet, but his gaze is piercing.

"Men," you correct him. "I don't trust men."

"Any of them dared to break your trust?" he gets a little closer, and you instinctively gravitate toward him.

"That would've required them to gain my trust first," you retort.

"And what would it take for me to do so?"

"Do you expect me to make it easy? That's not very observant of you," your grin matches his own.

"Nothing good comes easy," he murmurs, and you involuntarily lay your eyes on his lips. "But I expect it to be worth it."

You feel a pull toward him, something that's hard to describe but oh so natural to give into. His confidence isn't intimidating but rather attractive, and you can't help but notice how his gaze warms up your whole body. He makes you feel wanted without even doing anything.

But then you think of Thomas. Of the upcoming meeting and your future that depends on it. And you know you can't throw it all away for some silly conversation with a self-confident stranger. No matter how enjoyable it seems to be.

You bite your lip and look away from him.

"That's enough entertainment for today," you put some distance between you two. When you give him a quick glance, you catch a shadow of disappointment on his face.

"Didn't take you for a quitter," the blond comments.

"You should manage your expectations."

"Maybe I should manage yours," he has some nerve. 

"That would be very time-consuming," you suddenly realize that he's sitting in your way, and it looks like he isn't going to move.

"Are you in a rush?"

"I am" — "She isn't," you and Margaret say at the same time. You feel your cheeks heating up as you give her a death stare.

"Has anyone told you that you look charming when you are embarrassed?" he remarks, and you want to wipe the smirk off his face. Preferably with your lips. You mentally scold yourself and push that thought away.

"Does this usually work for you?" you get up, thinking of a way out.

"You tell me," he leans back on his chair with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly aware that he's blocking your exit.

"Cornering women in taverns is your way of flirting?" you think how to distract him, but nothing springs to mind. "And then what, you just drag them into your man cave?"

"They come voluntarily," it looks like your words struck a chord, but he keeps up the facade of indifference. "I happen to live nearby," he notes casually.

"We both know that's not exactly true," you scoff with a tilt of your head. You are positive that the walk to the castle will take at least thirty minutes.

"Want to bet?" he sits up straight.

"And what do I get out of this?"

He looks you up and down before answering:

"Me."

He's pushing his luck at this point.

You glance around and take note that the tavern is packed with people, and no one is paying attention to you. You also realize that Margaret already sneaked out and is standing at the door. She raises an eyebrow with a silent question, as if asking what are you going to do.

That's when you decide you can push some boundaries, too.

Your eyes are back on the man in front of you. Without giving it a second thought, you step closer to him.

"Was that supposed to make me weak in the knees?" you whisper, and his face expression melts into an amused one. Seizing the moment, you yank your dress up and throw a leg over him. He immediately looks down at the exposed skin of your thigh, his mouth is slightly agape as he's now sitting between your legs. You see him tensing up, his fingers clenching into fists as if he's fighting the urge to put his hands on you. You think that if he does, you're not going anywhere. You wouldn't want to go anywhere — the realization makes you tremble, and you know that you don't have much time.

You boldly place your hand on his shoulder, pressing him back onto the chair.

"I hate to break it to you, but you are not that impressive," you say, throwing your other leg over him and successfully moving away.

When you get to the door, the look on Margaret's face is priceless. You grab her by the arm and drag her outside in a hurry, merging into the crowd of passers-by.

"I need you to explain what the h...," she starts, but you interrupt her.

"Please, don't," you snarl. "Don't say anything, just give me five minutes."

You can't even explain to yourself what happened back there and why you did that. You think of his gaze roaming over your body, the depth of his voice and the curves of his lips. You tell yourself that you need to get him out of your head as soon as possible. You fail miserably.

One week later, you're dining with Thomas at his house, and yet your mind wanders back to the arrogant one-eyed man. Aemond, as you've learned — and it wasn't that you wanted to, but fate had other plans.

And by fate, you mean Margaret.

Once her five minutes were up, she couldn't stop talking. By the time you came home, you got his whole backstory — the second-born son of the King, has two brothers and two sisters, rides the biggest dragon in the world. Overly confident, stubborn, wears an eyepatch because he doesn't want to scare the ladies of the court. Usually doesn't talk much.

Unlike Thomas who gathered his whole family and can't stop blabbing. You struggle to participate in their conversation, giving polite smiles left and right. You don't know what to expect of the evening, and it makes you nervous. And not in a good way. All of a sudden the possibility of marrying Thomas doesn't seem to be the best.

From the corner of your eye, you catch him standing up, clearly readying himself for a speech. He has a manner of pursing his lips every time he's agitated, and it looks weird. That's also how it felt when he kissed you, which is probably the reason you haven't done much kissing after that. You wonder what it's like to kiss Aemond. Just thinking of it makes your heart rate speed up, and you nervously gulp half a cup of wine.

"I gathered all of you today to make an important announcement," he starts his pompous monologue, "that may not come as a surprise to some of you."

You cautiously look at the door.

"But, as of recently, I received inspiration to change the course of my life. And I decided to devote myself to the service of Gods".

You nearly choke on your drink. In all the years you've known Thomas, he's never been to a chapel once.

"And I wanted to grant you this privilege to be the first ones to know."

You've got to be kidding me. You wait for any other announcements — literally anything else — but Thomas goes back to chattering, also accepting pointless congratulations. It takes you ten painfully long minutes to get a chance to talk to him alone.

"May I have a word?" you inquire, and the two of you move to the far end of the room.

"It's about your speech," you clarify. "It might sound silly, but I thought that you were planning... Um," you're trying to formulate your concerns. "I was wondering, how would you describe our relationship? Or the prospect of it, I should say," you give him a tight smile.

"Oh," his face pales slightly.

Your facial expression mirrors his. "Oh"?

"I am actually glad you asked," he awkwardly takes your hands in his, and you notice how sweaty his palms are.

"You know, Y/N, you've been a great companion of mine," his voice is as weak as his smile. "And I am forever grateful for those moments that we shared as they only brought me joy," his hands feel like jelly, and you don't want to hold them. Like, ever.

"But now that I'm choosing to follow my destiny," you do your best to suppress a chuckle at his dramatic phrasing. "I decided that... I need some time to figure out how I feel. About us."

You look at him, dumbfounded, his words sinking in.

"You need... some time?" you drawl, feeling an emotion bubbling up in your chest. You are not sure what it is. "You? Need to think about us?" you repeat, and he nods, his brows furrowed at your reaction.

There's a moment of silence, and then you hear yourself laughing. You can't control it as you're overcome with emotion, your laughter only growing stronger, to the point of you tearing up a bit. The emotion is relief. There's no way you'll ever marry this man.

"I am the one who should be glad, Thomas," you shake his hand while he seems wildly perplexed, all of his guests staring at you. "Thank you for your honesty, really. I hope you will be successful in all your endeavors, marriage included."

He opens his mouth to say something, but you already turned around.

"Y/N? Where are you going?!"

You stop for a second, your thoughts rushing back to the conversation with Margaret. To that evening in the tavern.

"I have a meeting, it's of great importance," you say and quicken your pace. You reach the tavern when it's already getting dark, the weather is cloudy, and your coat is wet in the light drizzle. You walk in a daze as you're torn between being excited and anxious. There is a chance that Aemond won't be there. That he doesn't remember you. That he's with someone else. That he had a change of heart. That he...

You spot him almost immediately after you walk in.

Coincidentally or not, he's sitting at the exact same table you were at the first time you met. You stay still as his eye absentmindedly wanders around the room and then lands on you. Aemond stands up — way too quickly — and you see a well-known grin growing on his face. Your eyes dart to his lips, and the question pops up in your head again.

You feel the pull — and before you can think, your body follows it.

He keeps his gaze on you, his brows rising at the speed of your approach. You cover the distance in a heartbeat, your hands reaching his face, and he slightly flinches, probably because your fingers are cold from being outside. And then you stand on your tiptoes and crash your lips onto his without any hesitation.

He gasps, surprised and frozen for a moment. It takes just a couple of seconds for him to melt into the kiss, and his hands are instantly on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Aemond's lips are way softer than you anticipated — and it's the only thing on your mind. His mouth on yours, warm and exploring, the slow pacing of the kiss that leaves you lightheaded and yearning for more.

He presses your body into his, lifting you up with ease, and your feet leave the ground. You tug his hood further down so it covers most of your face, too, and then you slide your thumb up the sharp line of his jaw. His tongue runs over your lower lip, and you feel a wave of heat rising in your stomach.

You pull away before you can take it too far.

"You remember me?" you ask him, panting.

He hums, his eye focused on your lips.

"Still believe that nothing good comes easy?" you mimic his words, but he ignores your jesting.

"Definitely," Aemond looks you in the eyes, keeping his hands on your waist.

"Is the bet still on?"

"Yes," the corners of his mouth curl.

"Lead the way, then." By the time you reach the castle, the rain is pouring in full force, and your clothes are drenched. The two of you rush through the streets, your hands intertwined, and it feels like it only takes about ten minutes before you sneak into his chambers, both out of breath and giggling.

Only when you take a look around the unfamiliar settings, it suddenly dawns on you that you are all alone with a man you barely know, and your bravery starts fading away.

Whether Aemond notices the change in your mood or not, you can't tell, but he respectfully keeps his distance.

"You need to get out of these," he points at your coat and dress. "They're soaking wet."

"Is this your way of trying to get me naked?" you eye him suspiciously, making Aemond scoff.

"I just don't want you to catch a cold," he honestly states. "I'll fetch you a shirt of mine." Sensing your doubts, he adds: "Don't worry, it's long enough."

He brings you the shirt and politely turns away, going to the other end of the room to light the fireplace. On his way there, he removes the cloak and the jacket, his upper body only covered by the same piece of clothing he gave you. You watch him carefully, noting the movement of his back muscles as he bends down.

The sparkling glow of fire brings you back to reality, and you hastily remove your clothes, leaving the undergarments on, which are luckily dry. You put on his shirt, and it barely reaches your knees, but the material feels nice and comfortable. While Aemond is still busy with the fire, you glance over his room.

It's spacious and simply furnished, and your attention is drawn to a couple of shelves nearby. You look at the tightly packed rows of books, some of the hardcovers are worn out from old age. You catch the familiar naming and pull one of them out, gently flipping through the pages.

"You take interest in philosophy?" his voice startles you. You missed the moment he came back, and when you take your eyes off the book, you see him leaning on the nearest shelf, looking at you inquisitively.

"I do, indeed," you confess. "And I read this one so many times, my own copy pretty much fell apart."

"You can take mine," Aemond offers.

You notice that despite his cockiness, his presence is actually very calming. Everything is easy with him — striking up conversations, making jokes, flirting. Taking his hand in yours, running in the rain. Kissing.

Your heart skips a beat, and you sheepishly move on to another topic:

"Shouldn't you change as well?" you refer to his shirt, but he shakes his head:

"No need."

"Oh, was it the Targaryen's dragon blood that helped you dry up?" you tend to jest when you're nervous, and right now is no exception.

"My cloak is too thick for the water to soak through. But I like your version, too," his lips ripple into a smile.

You can help but smile back: "Thank you for the shirt."

"It looks really good on you," the words smoothly roll off his tongue and ignite the familiar burning deep in your core. He keeps his gaze on your face, your eyes locking for a moment.

You look away first, letting out a timid laugh:

"I must admit, I like this way of flirting better," you place the book back. "But you can cut it short. What's your move?"

"My... move?" Aemond gives you a quizzical look.

"Yes, your big move. Show me," you request eagerly.

"Don't know what you're talking about," he looks down, his aplomb faltering.

"What do you usually do to impress a lady?"

"I don't really need to do anything," Aemond shrugs.

"What a humble individual you are," you chuckle and give him a minute to think.

"So what is it?"

"I just told you...," it seems like he's trying to dodge the topic, which only sparks your curiosity.

"Oh, come on! You guys always have a move. Let me guess, you speak to her in High Valyrian? Men like to talk big," he snorts. "No? Win her over with your...," you gesture at his bookshelves, "...precious collection? Although it's a risky move because what if she's not into reading, that would be awkward" and then it hits you. "Wait, it's the dragon, isn't it? You show her your dragon? Got to make sure it's well-fed, though, otherwise you'll have a date with a roasted —"

"It's my sword," he cuts you off, and you swear you can see him blushing at the confession.

"Um, your sword? Is this a metaphor for someth…"

"Gods, no. I mean the actual sword. The one you grip with your hand and poke people with."

"That description didn't help," you tease, and he groans.

"You know what I mean," Aemond gives you a pointed look, but his face flushed pink, and you can't take him seriously.

"I do, you just look really cute when you are embarrassed," you say cheekily, which makes him huff.

"My apologies. Please elaborate on the sword. How does it work?"

Aemond hesitates but then realizes that you will never let it go, so he gives in:

"I bring my training into the conversation. And then I... show them," he talks with his hands when he's uncomfortable, and you find it endearing.

"And that's it?"

"Pretty much," Aemond nods.

"They watch you train, and that's what does it for the ladies?"

"I don't know why, I never gave it much thought."

"Well, someone should. Can't imagine it ever working on me."

You feel a sudden shift in the air as Aemond slowly looks up at you. You're standing a couple of meters apart, and he's yet to initiate anything, but once again, it only takes a look from him for you to feel a familiar flare-up of the tantalizing desire.

"I'm not going to take you to the training yard in the pouring rain," he concludes.

"But it's not about the place, is it? Must be something about you," now you're the one champing at the bit to see what the fuss is all about.

"I don't have a sword on me."

"Opt for something smaller, I'm sure it will do," you hint at the dagger that you've seen him carry, and wait expectantly for him to agree.

Aemond reluctantly contemplates your suggestion, then sighs and goes to get his dagger which he left next to the cloak.

You wonder if the ladies are attracted to his competitive spirit. If they enjoy the feeling of danger they get at the sight of steel, the cold shine of it, the clang of swords. Or maybe it's the urge to take sides and root for the winner?

And then you see Aemond rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, — and your breath suddenly hitches.

The room is lit by fire, the warmth of it illuminating his skin, casting shadows that frame every muscle of his arms. He takes the dagger in one hand, the movement fast and honed, and your eyes follow it. You notice the scattering of his veins that go down his wrist and into his palm, the blue lines tightening with every swirl. The silver blade catches and reflects the light, but you're focused solely on his flexing muscles.

He's maneuvering the dagger with ease, almost carelessly, yet you know that every motion is well-practiced through years of training. His long fingers grip the hilt, revealing the sharp outline of his knuckles. The steel silently cuts through the air, again and again, but your eyes are glued to his hands. The way they move, the power that he holds in them. The things he can do with them, with his fingers. The way they will feel on your bare skin and in your... You swallow, letting out a shuddered breath.

"Are you weak in the knees yet?" his words bring you out of your trance, and you blink a couple of times, trying to shake the feeling off. Your body is so heated, you're surprised you're not sweating yet.

"Is this the point when the ladies throw themselves at you?" your voice is hoarse, and you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself.

Aemond stops his movements. You feel your skin tingling with anticipation, waiting for him to finish what he started, but he doesn't budge. For a short while, you're taken aback by the change in his demeanor — and the realization strikes you:

"Wait, how many ladies were here before me?"

"I never said I take them here," he puts the dagger back in its sheath, averting his gaze.

"But you told me that you do your... thing with the sword for them."

"In the training yard, with other people around us, yes."

"So then you just leave them all hot and bothered? Aemond, that is cruel," his actions confuse you, but while you're looking for an explanation, he turns back to you and finally meets your gaze.

"It would've been cruel to lead them on when I feel nothing for them," he reveals, and you discern the raw honesty in his words. And you know exactly what he means. It's the tiresome attempts to find someone who will spark your interest, to spot a connection, all of those efforts leading nowhere and making you feel like you're the one at fault. But you aren't — and he isn't, either.

Aemond looks almost ashamed of letting out something so personal, but you welcome the intimacy of this moment.

"I shall consider myself lucky, then," you say softly.

He gives you that same look that makes you feel like the world around you disappears.

"You are... something else," Aemond mumbles.

You guess that he isn't used to being straightforward about his feelings, nor does he know how to express his affection with words. You really, really want to kiss him again.

The boyish grin reappears on his face:

"Did you mean I left you all hot and bothered?" Aemond narrows his eye.

"I never said that," you smile coyly. "Maybe you should've tried a little harder."

"I happen to have some tricks up my sleeve," he takes a step towards you and, before you can ask for details, you feel his fingers on your ribs as he starts tickling you, and you immediately burst into laughter.

His touches are light, fingers grazing against your clothed skin as he subtly moves you further into the room until your legs bump into his bed. Losing your balance, you fall on it, your back met with the fluffiness of thick blankets. Aemond hovers over you, and you can't stop giggling, trying to wiggle away from his tickles.

Wrapped up in the moment, you make a careless move, your hand brushing up his cheek — and you suddenly see a bright gleam of blue on the right side of his face.

Aemond freezes at the spot, halting his actions, and momentarily flinches away. You are gawking at the sapphire, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He makes a move to fix his eyepatch, but you stop him.

"Don't," you catch his hand mid-air, your grip delicate but firm, and he doesn't fight it. You would've been surprised by your own quick reaction if only your mind wasn't completely occupied with the sight in front of you.

It looks like the gem absorbs all the light in the room, shimmering with various shades of blue. It's cut in a way to imitate a surface of an eye, the sides of the sapphire polished and blending into each other. There's a depth to it, bright sparkles drowning in a color that's close to black, and the spillovers are mesmerizing.

You bring your hand closer to his face, to the area that's been left covered and unloved, and touch the skin with the tip of your finger. He lets you.

"Wow," you breathe out, gently tracing his scar. "This is the most badass thing I've ever seen."

Aemond looks at you in disbelief, his eye fixed on your face, and his lips parted.

"...What?" he manages to ask.

"You look like a pirate. A really badass... sky pirate?" you suggest, and he lets out a light chuckle, still not entirely sure he believes you.

So you shamelessly continue:

"A pirate with his own dragon. The largest one in the Seven Kingdoms as I've heard," you can almost feel him swelling with pride. "He charms the ladies with his fighting skills — and has a gem for an eye? Incredibly irresistible," your index finger circles the area around his sapphire.

He listens attentively, holding his breath.

"A prince who is as good with his sword as he is with his wit, fond of reading and isn't averse to mischief. Any lady of the court would've been fortunate to get a hold of such treasure," you remove the eyepatch and tenderly cradle his face. "Yet I am the one who's been honored to see all of him," you glance from the bright gemstone to his eye and back. "Honestly, it's kind of hard to pick which one I like more...," you're barely able to notice him sharply lower his head, and your words die down.

Without a warning, Aemond covers your lips with his, the intensity of the kiss pulling the air out of your lungs right away. He's been holding back the first time, but he isn't now, and the passion sets you ablaze. His tongue slips into your mouth, easily tangling with yours, and you moan at the contact. Aemond skilfully unbuttons your shirt, and the second his fingers touch your skin, you shiver, the quivering sensation washing over you. His hands slowly slide down your ribcage, tracing the curves of your body, making your back arch, your chest flush against his, your heart pounding. He contours the bend of your hips, then presses his palms there, his touches rough, claiming, burning. You move your fingers up the base of his neck and run them through his hair, and he releases a shaky sigh. Aemond relishes in the feeling of your compliance, the fervor of it, your body being so needy and welcoming, until you are both gasping for air.

"Was that impressive enough?" he rasps, and you look up at him through your lashes, spellbound and breathless. His pupil is dilated, gaze clouded with lust, your noses adjoin.

"Yeah-yes. Yes, very," you utter, at a loss for words.

"Good. Because I'm about to outdo myself," he tightens his grip on your thighs, picking you up and moving into the middle of the bed. Your head barely touches the pillow when his lips are on yours again.

🔥 my masterlist

#aemond targaryen x reader #not gonna lie the main reason I'm finally posting this is because a few ppl on AO3 liked it and it gave me a *little* boost of confidence #kinda??? I mean it also took me a few days of trying to convince myself to post it on tumblr #(also I've been staring at this draft for 4 hours) #my confidence is non-existent lmao #my stuff #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond one eye #oh god how many tags can I come up with #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfics #aemond targaryen fics #hotd fanfiction

[ginzburgjake]

illustrating my own ghost!jon fic because why not

you can read it here —> woop👁👁

🌟UPDATE 21/06: CHAPTER 4 IS OUT 🌟

*nods* hard enthusiastic yes to all of that. love these tags immensely! martin doesn’t think of the ghost as jon, exactly, and even occasionally refers to the other as ‘it’ rather than ‘he’.

(but are we ourselves convinced the ghost is a person, both socially and legally speaking?..)

#the magnus archives #tma #the magnus universe #the magnus pod #tma fanwork #tma fan content #tma fanart #jonathan sims #jonathan sims fanart #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha is the archivist #dealing with non-corporeal colleagues: a simple how-to guide #ao3 stuff #actually let me make a specific fic tag here #dwwnc

[thief-of-eggs]

I found some of your fics recently, and even though I am enjoying them immensely, I can’t help but have things like this shot directly into my brain while I read them.

Genuinely, you write great stuff. But love in my heart His ass would NOT say that

Hey, that’s great! I don’t particularly care though! I do not work for vivziepop. I do not try to extend canon, because canon is my playground and appleradio as a ship would never happen either

I am already writing in a total whack AU where appleradio is a thing, and you expect them to adhere completely to their canon behaviors? 💀

Alastor would never be found in a “fluff” scenario, if we went just by canon. So yeah! He’d never say any of that! Because by writing him in a more vulnerable state, I am already divulging from canon.

I cannot CANNOT stress enough yall- if you do not like!! Do not read!!! I don’t need to hear what you don’t like about my works <3333 Backhanded compliments are not fun to receive as someone who writes for FREE for your enjoyment <33

#like you came all the way here to make a MEME about my fic and send it to me and even did it non anonymously??? #literally WHY #i hope you feel better about yourself??? #i sure as fuck won’t stop writing though #appleradio #hazbin hotel #radioapple #fanfic #fanfic things #egg answers #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #alastor #alastor and lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel fanfic #ao3 #ao3 things

[drbtinglecannon]

Anyone else here think about Laios/Shuro/Kabru or is it just me

#listen. listen. labru AND laishuro are equally hilarious and both have so much “sir you have a crush on that man” energy #dungeon meshi #labru #laishuro #what would their ot3 ship name even be? laishubru? kalairo? idfk man I just think kabru has a crush on laios & laios has one on shuro #and eventually they can all figure it out and kiss about it #both kabru AND shuro genderbend art from ryoko kui has them be into/dating laios that has to mean something!! #marcille would be the biggest supporter of laishuro too cuz that means he's finally over falin lmao. she's petty like that and I love her #this ot3 has ONE fic on ao3 lol. I'm in the trenches here #edit: it's crucial kabru is transmasc btw. the other two cis or trans hcs are fine but it's non negotiable for kabru he is always transmasc

[vmplvr1977]

mors non est finis (death is not the end)

Lexa Woods has been in love with Clarke Griffin for two hundred fifty-seven years. But it wasn't until Lexa's first death that she finally admitted it.

OR

The Altered Carbon AU. Death is never the end, when one can jump into a different body after death. But none can jump from one body to the next as seamlessly as a Commander. Lexa knew she loved Clarke from the beginning. So, when a tragedy forces them to choose between permanent death and joining the Commander Program, neither girl hesitates.

Unfortunately, their love is strictly forbidden, as Commanders aren't supposed to love or even experience emotions. But time nor death can keep Lexa and Clarke apart.

#f: mors non est finis (death is not the end) #clexa #clexaweek2024 #clexaweek24 #clexa fic #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #anya kom trikru #raven reyes #altered carbon au #action and romance #my clexa fic #my moodboards #clexa fanart #clexa moodboard #read on ao3

[wolfstarshipping]

Some non-ao3 Wolfstar Fic Recs for while ao3 is down

Hi so this is just a quick impromptu fic rec list, because ao3 has been down, so I thought a short rec list with fics that are hosted on other sites might come in handy while we all patiently wait for the amazing volunteers at ao3 to defend the site against the hackers. Also, I've seen several posts saying this and just want to add my voice, I think if you have the money to do so, giving a bit of it to ao3 would be a great thing to do, when the site is back up and running.

Okay enough of that, let's get into the list, in no particular order, these are just some of my older wolfstar faves off the top of my head, probably most of them are going to be fics I have recced on this blog before but I'm a firm believer that there is no such thing as too much enthusiasm, especially when it comes to fandom.

The Shoebox Project

If you ever thought about wanting to read the Shoebox Project but were intimidated by its length (or by all the separate pdf files), maybe now it is time to reconsider? It's an absolute wolfstar classic, it will make you laugh, it will make you cry, it will give you all the marauders and wolfstar feels you could ever want! For me, when asked for just one wolfstar/marauders fic rec this is always the one I would give.

The Door through the World

Okay you didn't expect me to write a fic rec list of older wolfstar fics and not mention this one, did you? This is the 2nd fic I will always and forever rec, a magical realism AU (kind of), the story is pure magic. I found that it is still accessible via webarchive, even though it is hosted on ao3.

remuslives23 Masterlist

Here is remuslives23's masterlist, on livejournal. They've written so many great fics, Muse in particular is one of my favorites (a muggle, artist AU), but the whole list is worth checking out!

picascribit on ff.net

Picascribit also posts all of their fics on ff.net, and I think I've recced most of their longer wolfstar fics on this blog over the years already anyways but two of my personal favorites are Highland Fling (a muggle AU set in Scotland) and Discards (a muggle AU set in Seattle with trans!Sirius), but I love all of their fics!

wolfstarwarehouse's ff.net rec list

wolfstarwarehouse posted a ff.net rec list in 2016, I remember reading All Kidding Aside and To Kiss a Bloke off that list back then, I don't think I've read the other fics but maybe now is the time for me to check them out!

Beekeeping in the Daylight podfic

Beekeeping in the Daylight is a wonderful muggle AU by halictus-writer and there is now a podfic by itsaash with a non-ao3 download link.

Alright I think I'll post this now and if I think of any more I'll just add them or make a part 2. If you have any faves you'd add to this list or if you're a writer who also posts somewhere else except ao3 feel free to add yours as a reblog or comment, so the list gets longer! <3

#wolfstar #marauders #fic recs #wolfstar fic recs #ao3 #ff.net #livejournal #rec list #non ao3 rec list #this is such a *me* list did anyone expect me to ever make a wolfstar list where i don't mention shoebox or the door through the world #seriously all of these are just basically old and current favorites that i could think of right now #remus lupin #sirius black #not on ao3 #i'm also keeping up with my accidental tradition to never post a fic rec list without at least one picascribit fic rec

[definitelynotshouting]

woe, out of context scarian kisses be upon ye

Scar pauses. Pulls back to examine him, eyes flitting across his face; they backtrack several times, searching, an intense light growing inside them as Scar finds whatever he must be looking for. Grian endures it with reddening cheeks and a galloping heart that slowly sinks into his stomach the longer Scar studies him.

Grian opens his mouth– to say what, he's unsure, but something's got to give– when Scar finally stops, eyes round, and says, "Oh."

Then: "Oh, Grian."

And that's far too much to handle tonight. "Right," Grian says miserably, getting an elbow underneath him, "right, I'm just going to go then–"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Scar cries, lurching forward to grab Grian's wrist. "Hang on a second, I didn't even say anything!"

"You didn't have to, Scar, I can– I can read it in your face." Grian tugs at his wrist, but Scar doesn't let go; only tightens his fingers, dragging Grian back down toward the mattress. "Scar–"

"Grian." Scar matches him tone for tone. Then he smiles, sudden and blinding. "Can you hold still for a minute? Everything's fine, just trust me!"

"Trust you?" Grian snaps without thinking– then balks as a flicker of hurt darts across Scar's face. Ice fills the pit of his stomach, cold and stinging. "Sorry, I– I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry," Grian stumbles out, frantic. Anything to erase that expression from Scar's face, that perilous stillness. "That's– that was rude. I didn't mean it."

Scar takes a deep, careful breath, eyes closing. "Yeah, it was rude," he says after a beat, "but I wasn't being very clear, and you're distressed. So I'm sorry too."

Grian's insides curdle. "Stop– Scar. I'm not distressed, you're making me sound like a damsel."

When Scar opens his eyes again, only a hint of that previous distance remains; instead they're brimming with warm exasperation, and a lot more patience than Grian deserves. "G," Scar says, far too gentle, "relax. Please. It's okay. Everything's okay right now, I'm not mad, I– I'm not upset." Another smile tilts the corners of his mouth; Grian's lungs flutter. "Quite the opposite, actually, if you'd sit still enough to listen."

Grian stares at him, throat drying out. "What do you mean?" he manages.

Scar eyes him for a moment, then carefully lets go of Grian's wrist. The warmth dissipates immediately; Grian misses it with a longing he does his best to hide.

It must not be enough, though, because Scar makes an aborted little sound in the back of his throat, and raises his hand to cup Grian's cheek.

Grian freezes like a startled rabbit, pulse thrumming in his ears. The foreign weight of Scar's hand radiates heat outward, spreading molasses slow through his skin and igniting beneath his skin. He stares, useless, at Scar's arm before trailing his gaze back up to meet his face.

The smile on Scar's lips has taken a wry turn. "I like it too, Grian," he says, and there's so much compassion in his voice that Grian nearly flinches. "I like spending time with you, and I especially like spending time with you here." He raises his eyebrows with a meaningful arch, glancing briefly down at the mattress they're sitting on.

"In your bed," Grian says anyway, flat as he can make it. The phrase nearly cracks against his teeth.

"Well when you put it like that–"

"Scar."

"So maybe I like cuddling you," Scar says mildly. "Is that such a huge crime?"

Grian opens his mouth to retort, but no sound scrapes out. He snaps his jaw shut instead, staring at Scar with huge eyes.

He can't hope. It's stupid to hope; they've been friends for years, only friends, and Scar has never– Grian can't think of a single time he might've once–

But Scar is giving him that look again. The soft one. The one filled with so much warmth it threatens to scald Grian's frostbitten fingertips if he reaches too close. His hands itch– he wants to hold Scar's hand, tap his fingers against his pulsepoint and listen to it tick; press his thumb into the hinge of Scar's jaw and lean forward, so he can–

"Can I kiss you?" Scar asks, quiet and tender, a spark of hope catching in his voice, and Grian's mind blanks.

"I– what?" Grian asks eventually, very faint.

It's Scar's turn to go red. "I mean– I'm not reading this wrong, right? Because you kinda just admitted to... liking me? Romantically? Unless I have completely misinterpreted that, in which case that is, um, very misfortunate for me, actually."

"No, I– you want to. Really?" Grian ignores the mispronunciation; instead, that little kernel of hope that Grian's been stubbornly trying to stamp out kicks back to life, fluttering around in his throat. "You're not joking, are you?"

"Grian, I would never joke about this," Scar says solemnly, and against all odds, Grian believes him.

Slowly, uncomprehending, Grian nods. "Yeah," he says, and it comes out hesitant, breathy, barely on the outskirts of sound. "I– yes. Please."

Scar's smile turns into a grin, self-satisfied and smug. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he says, and–

And his hold firms against Grian's cheek; his fingers tangle in the back of Grian's hair; his hand is guiding Grian forward, gentle but insistent, and Scar is leaning down–

It's not what Grian expects, actually– not that he was expecting much of anything. Scar's lips press soft against his own, a steady pressure that tingles onto Grian's tongue. Slowly, his lips part, urging Grian's open, and with that same, gentle insistence, he coaxes Grian into a slow, heady kiss, lips closing over his cupid's bow before opening again, sliding down to catch his lower lip next. Grian shudders into it, following Scar's rhythm; his head is tilted, just slightly, enough to deepen the angle and deepen the kiss.

Their lips slide against each other, and Scar's right hand comes up to frame Grian's face, winding through his hair and pulling him closer. Grian fumbles to cling back, hands fluttering until they find purchase on his shoulders; after a moment of hesitation, he loops them around Scar's neck, sinking his own fingers into the long hair cascading down his back. Scar melts into it, a soft noise slipping from his throat, humming against Grian's lips. It shoots straight into his stomach– Grian pushes closer, something hungry and desperate opening inside of him, clamoring to swallow Scar whole.

His head is spinning; when Scar sweeps a thumb across his cheek, Grian mentally chases the sensation, every point of contact between them a steady burn. He is fire, sparking and crackling, and Scar is the tinder– coaxing him into a proper flame, teeth tugging at his lower lip to make him hiss. Grian follows each sensation blindly, etching it into his nervous system; maybe if he keeps it here, hollows out his bones to makes a home for it, this memory will never, ever leave him.

It ends too soon; Scar pulls back eventually, but not very far. He tips his forehead to touch Grian's, their noses brushing; warm air fans over Grian's face, intimate and paralyzing. Grian doesn't quite pant, but he does end up needing a moment to catch his breath before he can speak.

"Wow," is what he eventually lands on. "Okay. You've been holding out on me, mister."

"Not my fault you never said anything," Scar murmurs, tapping his thumb against Grian's cheekbone. He leans back in, pressing another soft, sweet kiss to Grian's lips before pulling away again. "I've been gone on you for ages."

Grian sucks in a deep, shuddering breath; something beneath his sternum is beginning to crack, letting out soft, incredulous light. "You're telling me," he says, "that we could've been doing this from the start."

"Well, not the start," Scar says, clearly amused. "But pretty close to it."

"I hate you." Grian's voice is petulant.

"You love me."

"Kiss me again," Grian demands, in lieu of responding to that just yet.

"Jeez." Scar's eyes are twinkling in the low light. He slowly trails one hand down to Grian's shoulder, rubbing up and down his upper arm and leaving goosebumps. "Let a guy take a breather for a second. Patience is a virtue, y'know."

"I have never been patient even once in my life, Scar, and you know it."

Scar pauses, considering him with lidded eyes. "No," he says finally, but it's layered with fondness. "I guess not." He presses a quick, teasing kiss against Grian's nose; Grian wrinkles it, then musters his courage and dives in for another kiss. When he pulls back, Scar is beaming at him. "Good thing I like you anyway."

"Only because you have terrible taste," Grian informs him, before reeling him back in and kissing him again for quite some time.

#scarian #goodtimeswithscar #grian #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #mcyt #kissing #romance #DONT LOOK AT ME WKDNSKD I JUST WANTED TO WRITE MORE KISSES #this is mostly unedited sorry for the quality gang but tumblr gets sweatpants and ao3 is black tie #an edited version of this MIGHT appear in a fic i am planning to write that im affectionately calling ''the heated blanket fic'' #but yknow. we will see. we will see #sorry to any non scarian folks following me bc of the one gtws post. ''unending scarian blast'' yknow how it is #shouting speaks #my snippets #txt

[sanaserena]

“It was Luffy’s idea to dress up as pirates!” said Ace, from the living room.  Apparently already dressed.

When he’d arrived, he’d done so in a pair of black knee length shorts, his signature belt and beaded necklace, a dagger sheathed in green, and an orange hat with what you thought were a pair of goggles—one with a smiley face, the other with a frowny face.  The hat itself hung a medallion on his chest.  It was odd to see him without his worn beanie, a beanie that was falling apart with each passing day.

You’d asked what he was.  He’d told you.  And then you’d laughed, asking what sort of pirate Luffy thought Ace was! 

“You should see Luffy’s outfit,” Ace said again. 

“Oh?”  You peeked around the doorframe of your room. 

“He’s mocked up this huge scar on his chest, and put on an opened tshirt, shorts, and he’s wearing his strawhat again, and called himself a pirate.”

“What kind of pirate is that?” you laughed. 

“Your friend Franky is apparently going as a cyborg pirate—sounded awesome on paper!”

You pulled on the last item for the grand costuming idea of Nami’s.  And felt horribly exposed.  If Nami hadn’t managed to convince you that Ace would love it, you doubted that you would have worn it.  You were just glad this was only for Luffy’s Halloween party.

Ace was resting his head on the back of the couch when you walked back in, the fluffy cape of your costume pulled tightly around you.  He spotted you in his upside down vision and turned to face you.

“So,” he said.  “What are you?”

“Well, it was Nami’s idea.”  The mere thought of what was under the cape had your blush raging across your skin. 

This seemed to pique his interest, and he vaulted over your couch to join you.  “Sweet, your blush is telling me things I’m not sure I want others to like.”

“The theme was a pirate in an undercover raid in the enemy’s lair.”

“This enemy must be quite devilish,” he joked, flicking your little black horns on your head. 

“Just a bit.”

He was distracting enough in his limited costume.  You’ll admit that while you were shy about what you were wearing, you always wanted to look good next to Ace.  You knew he didn’t care how you were.  He was always resting his head on yours, and just seemed to think you were cute (not that you could agree on the days when you were hardest on your appearance, and that which you could partly agree on the days when you did like your appearance).  But you just wanted to show others that maybe, you were a physical match to Ace too. 

“I’m intrigued now,” he said, standing back.  “Show me?”

You let out a breath and slowly released the cape, letting it fall at your side.

Ace whistled low.  “That’s some enemy lair.”

It was a very revealing costume.  Thankfully not as revealing as Robin’s or Nami’s.  But it still exposed a vast amount of your skin.  Your legs, your stomach, most of your chest.  You had on a very short black skirt, and a very small crop.  Essentially, the ultimate costume design had you, Nami, and Robin all looking like Satan’s daughters.  All good for a raid on Onigashima!  Or so Nami had explained.

“It was Nami’s idea, but I thought, you know, I’m always really kind of dorky next to you so I thought…”

He raised a brow, then he chuckled, bracing his hands on your waist.  “Who cares what others think?  I happen to think you’re an excellent physical match for me.”

You blushed at that, a small shiver passed through in anticipation.  He seemed to notice, backing you against the wall, bracing an arm above your head. 

Just as he was about to kiss you, however, it took everything in you to cover his mouth with your hands. 

“Uh-uh, I don’t want to waste another hour fixing my makeup.”

“We could skip?”

You feigned a gasp, these days feeling more bold around him, now that you knew he seemed to find your oddness more adorable and interesting than just plain weird.  “And not show our friends how well we match physically?”

He chuckled, more at how red your skin had gotten, at how much it had taken for you to stay still.  He pressed a kiss to your cheek instead, with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that said, if you were willing, he would help you undress later.  Still new to this part of your relationship with him, you blushed furiously.

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"Reader and Ace are ready for the Halloween party" flashback scene from my modern (sports - lacrosse) au fic, A Pair of Reds, over on AO3 (former Portgas D. Ace X reader pairing; Eustass Kid X reader endgame)

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #portgas d ace x reader #former portgas d ace x reader #modern au #lacrosse au #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #x reader #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #feeling nostalgic #eustass kid x reader endgame #long snippet #happy halloween 2023! #soft-ish (non-toxic) but still Kid-Kid kind of fic

[essektheylyss]

message on a wire

Rating: T Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Additional Tags: Conversations, Canon-Typical Trauma Discussions, we fuck with demiplanes here sir

Summary:

It takes a while after the Apogee Solstice begins, with all of its associated dangers, for Essek to return home.

#critical role #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #cr fic #echoes of the solstice #it's been a whiiiiile #CHRIST it really has how has it been six months since I posted anything on ao3 wtf #anyway not really extensive enough to argue that we're so fuckin BACK babey cuz I am writing non-fic stuff at the moment but #a lil bit of fic. a palette cleanser for the year. #what is a miracle is that I've gotten ALMOST 100k written this year in spite of it all. #really did not think I'd even managed that. hopefully I can hit that target at least.

[kyouka-supremacy]

Sskk fics only keep delivering

#ryūnosuke akutagawa #atsushi nakajima #sskk #bsd #bungou stray dogs #mine #q. #08/10/22 #Fic is a thousand touches thesparklypoet on ao3 #← Which apparently I can't read anymore because author blocked it for non ao3 users so like. Rip me #shin soukoku

[vinelark]

Hi I feel like you always have the best batfam fic recs, so I was wondering if you have any recs for any Dick and Tim bonding fics (especially fics that deal with the fallout of Dick giving Robin to Dami)?

hi! so glad you like the recs, i'm always happy to give them 🥰  every time a friend expresses even a passing interest in one of my fav characters i have to stop myself from like, creating a fic rec spreadsheet on the spot.

that said, i got stumped by the second part of this one. i was like oh yes definitely, i totally have read fics for that, and then…could not dig any up from my brain or my bookmarks. i feel like there's a fic on the tip of my tongue, but in the meanwhile, if anyone has any tim & dick red robin reconciliation recs (holy tongue twister, batman) i too would love to see them!

and here are some tim & dick recs in general:

🎄 only you will have stars that can laugh by silverwhittlingknife

set early in tim’s tenure as robin; dick realizes tim is about to be alone on christmas, and they end up spending the holiday together. i love how tentative both dick and tim are about this for different (and at times similar) reasons, and how heartwarming and cozy it ends up being. lots of reflection on family in all its forms and a really good tim & dick dynamic.

🚗 I’d Fly Far Away From Here by Sohotthateveryonedied

in a somewhat similar vein, a oneshot set during tim’s robin era in which tim hitchhikes to blüdhaven after a fight with his dad. dick and tim are two people who technically aren’t brothers yet by law but already are at heart, which doesn’t make it any easier to navigate conversations about tim’s home life or either of their relationship with bruce. (they make it work, though.)

🩹 Not So Large But Definitely In Charge by dottie_dc

tim and dick get tossed into an alternate gotham where there’s no batman or justice league, but find their way to bruce and alfred anyway. this has great tim-under-pressure pov, and the amount that he and dick care about each other even through their arguments is palpable. there’s also a fantastic (and at times gut-wrenching) sequel by JackHawksmoor focusing more on dick & the bruce of this different world. (cw for: past major character death aka alternate universe dick grayson)

🤖 Very Pleasing to My Optical Sensors by waffleelrond

another early robin!tim fic, in which tim gets injured and dick steps in to translate bruce's bruceness about it. it's tentative and sweet and a little silly, and a great bite-sized fic to read when you want to see the two of them just starting out as brothers.

🌌 To an Athlete Dying Young series by SonoSvegliato

at a glance from the summaries this appears like a tim & jason + tim & bruce series (and it is!), but the tim & dick scenes land it on this list for sure. i'm a broken record here with the early-robin!tim & dick recs but man i love them here; in the second fic there's a sequence where dick is teaching tim how to grapple across rooftops that sticks in my mind as one of my top favorite bonding moments for them. (heads up that the series currently ends on a cliffhanger—it's not finished yet!)

🦉 the once and future robin by AstraEllis

and as proof that i can in fact rec something other than early-robin!tim, here's an au where instead of becoming batman's robin tim ends up adopting a talon!dick grayson from another universe as his older brother. and becoming his robin. and then finding his way to the batfamily. i'm fascinated by the tim and alternate-universe-talon!dick relationship in this, and the questions of identity/personhood that it tackles by virtue of the story it is telling. plus, talon!dick's connection to robin as a concept despite the alternate universe aspect is really sweet.

also circling back to red robin reconciliation, i do have these two longfics open in my many tabs to read/finish; both tackle the post-rr era and the dick & tim of it all in their larger plots, so i'll toss in Extant by Kgraces and The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks to check out too!

#hope you enjoy! #fic rec #asks #tim drake #dick grayson #batfam #i'll be back if i remember more post-rr ones. where are they hiding in my brain #also please know there are so many fics i haven't read yet so let's assume there are tons of good ones that aren't listed here too #also all the non/pre-ao3 content i haven't touched yet #this fandom has so much content and i'm so glad for it