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wolfstarshipping · 4 months

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wolfstar wips

So I'm using the @hprecfest day 12 prompt "a WIP you're following" to post a short rec list of WIPs that has been sitting in my drafts for so long now I even had to remove a fic that had been finished in the meanwhile!

Something rotten in Grimmauld Place by @plecotusauritus (8,802 words, Hamlet AU) This is a wolfstar Hamlet AU, need I say more?? I've never much cared or thought about Hamlet since I read it in school but this fic (almost) makes me want to reread Hamlet and I can't wait to see where the story goes next, I love the atmosphere this fic captures, the lovely writing style and just seeing all these characters we know so well fit into the plot of Hamlet is so, so cool!!

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup by @eyra (10.639 words, modern AU, christmas fic) Getting another fic by eyra for the holidays has been such a wonderful treat! I love the whole setting and the characters of this fic so much already, especially Sirius!! And the writing and all the descriptions are so, so beautiful, as always, highly recommend checking it out!!

Welcome to Aphrodite by @de-sire-blog & @rhabarberjunge (18.957 words, magical AU, secret identities) this is one of those fics I've read a while ago, but I keep thinking about it because I loved it so much. I don't want to give away too much of the plot, but the premise is Sirius finding a hidden, adults-only club that makes people's secret desires come true, and of course Sirius's secret desire is Remus... It's hot, it's fun, and it's incredibly angsty, I love it.

Stitched into My Skin by @squintclover (19.297 words, canon divergent AU, memory loss) I love the heartache and all the bittersweetness that comes with memory loss fics so much already, and I am so obsessed with the way it's been done in this fic. The premise of the fic is Peter casting a memory loss charm on Sirius on October 31st 1981, which leads to Remus raising Harry and randomly coming across Sirius years later, only Sirius doesn't remember him. I'm so intrigued by the first few chapters already and can't wait to see where the story goes next!

Marauder FM by @hollyivydruzy (26.402 words, modern AU, radio AU, enemies to friends to lovers) I know I've recced this fic before but I will never shut up about it because I love it, and especially this fic's Remus so, so much! It's an iconic, funny radio AU set in London, and I wish the radio shows from this fic were real because I would listen to Sirius's radio show every morning if I could. I just love the vibe of all of them working at the radio station together and the slow burn enemies to friends (to lovers) is so delicious!

The Patchwork of Us by @tracingpatternswrites (27.502 words, modern AU, enemies to lovers, co-parenting Teddy) This is such a lovely fic about Sirius and Remus navigating the difficult situation of co-parenting Teddy after Tonks dies, I love the domesticity and the enemies to lovers vibe of this fic so much!

The Picture of Sirius Black by @lynxindisguise (30.049 words, Dorian Gray AU) okay anyone who has ever seen my blog knows how much I love lynx's writing, which is why I am also obsessed with this fic, even though it's a genre I'm usually not that familiar with. It's a Dorian Gray AU, it's gothic horror but especially the first few chapters are also giving victorian romcom with murder sideplot vibes (and I mean this as the biggest compliment), this fic will make you laugh and cry and want to murder some of these characters yourself maybe.

Only Fools Are Satisfied by grumposaur (@pancakehouse) (38.353 words, modern AU, tennis AU). I really love the exploration of Sirius's family dynamics in the context of him being a professional athlete in this fic, and Remus with his tanlines and freckles is everything!!

Neon Moon by @krethes (47.698 words, modern AU, cowboy stripper Remus AU, Las Vegas) I didn't know how much I needed Remus to be a stripper and a cowboy before I read this fic, but now I do and I love him!! The whole premise of them meeting at a strip club while Sirius is out on James's bachelor party is so iconic, and the vibes of the fic are just overall excellent, highly recommend checking it out!

on another ocean by @colgatebluemintygel (118.148 words, modern AU, backpacking/interrail, friends with benefits) Where do I even start? This is an incredible fic, one of my all time faves, I've reread some of the chapters several times now and am so obsessed with this fic's Remus in his socks and sandals, driving Sirius crazy with lust. Also I will not spoil it for anyone who hasn't read it, but the scene in the budapest chapter in the club bathroom features one of my favorite Sirius moments of all time, across all universes haha.

marginalia by @spindrifters (266.547 words, magical AU, canon divergent AU - Grindelwald won, slavery AU) I'm having a hard time trying to put my love for this fic into words in just a short paragraph. This fic is so unique in its setting, and it's so beautifully written and asks & answers the question "what if Grindelwald had won?" in such an incredible, highly political and also very immersive way, if you haven't read it already I really recommend checking it out (as well as the already complete Tedromeda spinoff set in the same world, history books!!!).

Staying Strangers by 3amAndCounting (319,368 words, modern AU, texting fic, university AU). This is one of my comfort fics, I love a good texting AU, this is quite a popular fic anyways but if you haven't read it and like modern AUs & texting fics (though it isn't all just texting) go check it out!

#hprecfest2023 #wolfstar wip #wolfstar #fic rec #wolfstar fic #wip #rec list #wip rec list #also i put these in order of their lenght because whenever i do a rec list that's not just chronological from doing daily fic recs #i have a small crisis over in which order i want to put them #also i just KNOW as soon as i post this i will remember another wip i've forgotten to mention so PLEASE feel free to reblog this and add #more current wolfstar wips (either ur own or someone elses!) if you want to!!! <3

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butcherlarry · 3 months

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Weekly Fic Rec 48

JFC IT'S COLD! At least where I'm at (negative degrees Fahrenheit). If it's cold where you're at, stay inside, get cozy, and read some good fics! Here are some recs!

First time for everything (or the time when Batman slept on the job) by PinkGold - Superbat, complete. A lovely fluffy fic about Batman being sleepy and Superman taking him to bed.

sever the blight by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, complete. The JL and Batkids get stranded on a planet with little to no food. Bruce gives his food rations to his kids. Much angst, especially for Superman :(

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More mer Bruce fic! More adorable sheep!

Broken Bones by Elegitre - Batfam, wip. Wing fic! Baby stalker Tim gets and injuried wing when stalking his favorite vigilantes. Luckily, Batman and Robin are there to help.

A Brief Respite by teeslover - Superbat, complete. Another eepy Batman fic, this time Robin is there!

Emergency Contact by Elegitre - Batfam, wip. An update of the fic where Tim lists Bruce as his emergency contact and gets injured. Bruce forgor to tell Jason about Tim. Angst ensues.

Mission: seducing Superman by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, wip. Bruce has acquired a Cass and is getting ready for a date with Clark. Talia has also entered the chat.

Coffee Mugs by Ktkat9 - Superbat, complete. Clark breaks his favorite mug :( Bruce finds him a new one :)

Double, Double, Toil and Trouble by HummusandPeeta - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets cursed by a witch, and for some reason, Clark starts to get sick.

reap what you sow by ShowMeAHero - Superbat, complete. Clark gets kidnapped and ransomed. Bruce (not Batman) saves the day.

Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. An update to this Alien Clark and Eldritch Bruce fic. The batfam is reunited, but Clark finds out Lex has been doing some Shenanigans.

gentle but overwhelming by OkayAristotle - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets severely injured, Clark goes a little overboard with the "Get Well Soon" flowers.

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant - Superbat & Superfam, wip. Clark and Kon have a talk, Lex sends Clark on a mission to bug Bruce Wayne's computer. I am chewing on my nails, I'm so nervous (and excited!!!) to read what happens next! :D

The Brothers Wayne by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat & Batfam, wip. Bruce is still freaking out about his brother (Wade Wilson) visiting the manor. Kate stops by to (not) help, heehee.

The Big Night by Elegitre - Batfam, complete. Bruce finds toddler Tim wandering around alone at a gala. He falls in love with this lost child instantly. But where are Tim's parents?

Happy Reading!

#weekly fic recs #fic recs #fanfic recs #fanfiction reccomendations #superbat #batman #bruce wayne #superman #clark kent #batfam #fic rec #holy moly it's cold here!#but I still went out birding #like a crazy person #saw some neat birds tho!

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fuckyeah-beringandwellsfics · 6 months

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🎃 13 👻 spooky 🧛🏻 Bering and Wells 🧟 fic 🩸 recs! ☠️

Here is a list (under the readmore, ordered from short to long) of spooky and/or Halloween-themed fics: short ones and long ones, AUs and casefics, something for everyone! Feel free to add your favorites in reblogs or replies!

Bite Me (858 words) by @tigerkid14 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Kinktober 2017 prompt: biting; Myka and Helena were apparently affected by a copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula and have a chat in the aftermath.

I have wanted to know you, lover of books (1463 words) by @purlturtle Chapters: 1/1 Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Summary: Honestly I love the "I didn't know where else to go" trope, and this morning I had an undeniable inspiration - I've teased vampire!Helena before, but this is a different vampire!Helena. Then again, can there ever be enough vampire!Helenas? No there can't, so here we go. (also available as a podfic!)

Halloween (1493 words) by @madronash Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Created for Bering and Wells Appreciation Week 2022, Day Three: Special Occasions/Holidays/etc. Could also be called Fright Night: Fake Blood

Dreadful Tower (2042 words) by @nerdsbianhokie Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Half-living animatronics, a fear of drowning, and a Jenga tower. A fun night off for the Warehouse agents.

I Ain't Afraid of No… Artifact? (5298 words) by @amtrak12 Chapters: 1/4 Rating: General Audiences Summary: The Ghostbusters meets the Warehouse 13 team! or Three Times it was an artifact and One Time it was actually a ghost. Includes background Toltzmann and Erin cluelessly being really gay for Myka.

Dawn of the Dragonborn: Heart of a Hero, Heart of a Predator, Heart of Dovahkiin (8907 words) by @tryingthisfangirlthing Chapters: 5/? Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Summary: A vampire. A Dragonborn. Two women, a little in love. Coffee? Mead? Or maybe save the world… M'aiq'a is an investigative agent for the Penitus Oculatus, the Emperor's personal bodyguard, sent to Skyrim to try and figure out what's behind these damned vampire attacks that killed her foster brother. Hlenea, clutching an ancient scroll and beset by gargoyles, is the woman she quite literally unearths, sought after by vampires and hunters alike. 'Beware of becoming the very thing you despise' has never been more true. Never mind falling for one… But centuries of unlife make for layers of secrets, and trust is hard to come by. The world is running out of time, and they will both have larger roles to play than either of them ever wanted…

Nightmare Warehouse (11709 words) by @anandabrat and @starshipblueberry Chapters: 14/14 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary: Once upon a time, like two weeks ago, starshipblueberry said I’ve got this idea about Nightmare Before Christmas and Bering and Wells, and I said, “That’s a fabulous idea. Can we Good Omens it?” So we wrote in patchwork, one day each trading off. We weren’t supposed to peek. It was supposed to be like Christmas. That didn’t even last a day. We texted each other back and forth for hours. We left each other breadcrumb trails to follow or ignore. We thought we had the ending sorted out like five different times before we actually wrote it.

Transient (38674 words) by @tantedrago Chapters: 14/14 Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Summary: AU: H.G. Wells wakes up in a house without knowing who she is. Slowly, she realises that people can't see her and don't react to her: Helena is a ghost. The literature professor Myka Bering buys her house. As the American moves in, HG slowly falls in love with her. But there is still this problem with her being dead and unnoticable to other people. But with Miss Bering, something is different.

Aye, Zombie (57793 words) by @ifourmindbeso Chapters: 13/13 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Summary: Bering and Wells Zombie AU. Set in Northern Ireland during the Troubles, but in another universe where the Good Friday agreement never happened. What if Myka was the former villain? This is the result of a particularly vivid dream of mine, which may or may not have been aided by large doses of (prescribed) painkillers. So if it reads like a bad trip…that’s why. Trigger warnings for pretty much everything you can imagine - violence, assault. Also, lots of swearing.

What Goes Around Comes Around (That Halloween Story) (61467 words) by @purlturtle Chapters: 13/13 Rating: General Audiences Summary: Myka rolled her eyes at him – but she couldn’t be mad at him for long. Steve was way too good a friend to begrudge a bit of teasing. “Shut up,” she said, but her heart wasn’t in it. “You did save the damsel in distress. And her baby.” “Shut up,” Myka repeated, this time with a bit more oomph behind it. “There are worse meet-cutes, you know. Wait till Claudia hears of this; she’ll heart-eye all over it.” “Shut up!” Myka laughed.

The Courtship of Christina's Mother (73987 words) by @jdaydreamer3 Chapters: 5/5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Myka Bering is content with her life as it is. A well-respected architect of a flourishing business. She doesn't have time for love. Or so she thought. Then fate steps in and knocks on her door in the form of Helena Wells and her daughter Christina. Love is inevitable.

Illustrated Misdeeds (99633 words) by Felix_27 Chapters: 18/18 Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary: Post Season 5. Myka, Pete and Helena have been reunited for their first mission in some time. Tension is a little high as the artifact chase has them following a familiar traveling carnival that has desires of its own with horrible consequences.

Death, or something like it (104700 words) by @ifourmindbeso Chapters: 26/26 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Summary: Sheriff Myka Bering lives in a small town in Mississippi. Children are dying in the most horrible way possible, and she has no idea why - until she meets the vampire. The vampire who senses something different about Myka. Suddenly, nothing in Myka's life makes sense, and she faces a battle to save her town from a wave of darkness - from both within and without.

#bering and wells #bering & wells #warehouse 13 #wh13 #w13 #myka bering #helena g wells #helena wells #2023 #october 2023 #spooktober #halloween fic recs #spooky fic recs #halloween #zombies vampires and werewolves oh my

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bombingqueen · 5 months

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Wincest Recs Part 2

Gencest/Weirdcest

patchwork scars (1000 words) by Anonymous

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural

Additional Tags: weirdcest, Biting, Love Bites, Non-Sexual Kink, Mild Painplay, discussion of incest, Possessive Dean Winchester, Kinky Gen, Light Sadism, Light Masochism

Summary:

This thing—kink, sadomasochism, whatever it is between them—goes both ways.

This is the kinkiest shit I have ever read and they didn't even have fuck.

unlike lovers (4300 words) by Anonymous

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

They’re not like that, and honestly it’s part of the problem, because how can you say ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you, like a lover would’, without all the connotations of a long-term relationship? It’s unconventional.

Then again, nothing in their lives is conventional.

Funny story. I spent weeks searching for this fic because I thought I had dreamt it up but nope I finally found it. It's cute.

Deprivation (3339 words) by fogsrollingin

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Takes place around S14E5 "Nightmare Logic."

Sam's stressed. He's forgetting to eat and people keep waking him up the minute he salvages time for some shut-eye.

Dean's there for him.

When You're Not Here (37459 words) by raziella

Chapters: 5/5

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary:

The third time Sam Winchester comes to school with bruises, Mrs. Davidson decides it's time to intervene - before it's too late.

This is pretty much true gen despite how the fic is tagged. It involves social services and it has some outsider point of view.

What I've Done (1185 words) by Amoreanonyname

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He wasn’t going to say anything more about it. He could tell, Dean was happy to see him, but wasn’t going to humor this topic. Dean, young Dean would jump to obey John, to answer John’s questions, but this was an older Dean who was more loyal to someone else now. More loyal to his brother. John wasn’t the priority here, and he realized with another guilty jump in his stomach that he never should have been.

I enjoyed that John remained composed and did not choose violence like other fics I have read where he discovers the extent boys relationship.

Nothing Safe Is Worth The Drive (382 words) by angelszn

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Dean came home from Hell to a demon-blood-addicted little brother. He takes it in stride.

If you like some dark!weirdcest then this is for you. Dean is very accommodating.

save it for a rainy day (917 words) by according2thelore

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Dean has a wad of money hidden in his bag. It’s folded into a skin mag that he bought in Duluth, which itself is folded into a tube of socks. He calls it his Sammy Stash. Dad and Sam don’t know about it. It’s a stack of crumpled bills he’s earned through hustling at pool and hoarded from short-term jobs he’s worked, pressed flat as they can go to look as inconspicuous as possible. It’s for one very specific purpose, in the same way Dean’s entire life has had one very specific purpose.

Well, this was a gut punch of epic proportions.

Cracked (282 words) by Linden

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It was October, the season of frost and the early dark and the slow soft dying of the year, and John’s world was ending.

These Stanford Era fics are trying to kill me. Seriously.

Through the devil softly (4888 words) by siamesedreams

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It's like walking with a permanent veil in front of his eyes, everything's blurry. He can't tell if the world around him is real, or not, if he's in Dean's arms or if he was in the Cage all along.

An infernal cursed amulet? Chief would know what this is. I'm going to have him touch it. (2441 words) by fogsrollingin

Chapters: 2/3

Summary:

"What could go wrong?"

This is incomplete but I think it does the job. It's told from an outsider's point of view. This fic and the one above deal with Sam's hallucinations.

Sins of the Father (1434 words) by Amoreanonyname

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

It’s true what they say about parenthood – it causes you to look at your own parents, and their choices, a bit differently. Though for Sam, perhaps that was for different reasons.

Sam, as a parent, reflects on his three parents, living day-to-day, and trying to parent when your soulmate has died.

Flowers facing the sun (2087 words) by StripySock

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Dean is sick as hell, and Robo!Sam is the closest thing he has to comfort.

swallow my breath and take what is mine (4636 words) by according2thelore

Chapters:1/1

Summary:

Dean Winchester wakes up and it’s dark. John Winchester stands sentinel in a cemetery. Sam Winchester’s hands are bleeding. A story in three parts.

Or: John Winchester has a new training exercise for his older son.

This was fucked up. I liked it and I lowkey can see this happen if John lost his mind somewhere on his journey to Azazel.

It Goes Like This (36085 words) by sprinkles888

Chapters: 8/8

Summary:

It goes like this: They both say yes. And somehow, the world doesn't end. With little else to do, Sam and Dean take hold of an opportunity that comes their way—taking charge of a diner in a small Iowa town. But, even as the hubbub of the diner fills their day, the nights of fighting back the archangels in their heads will drive the two of them closer than ever in an effort to keep the apocalypse continually on pause.

Meanwhile, the residents of Lageme attempt to understand the two new, weird guys who took over Darla's.

This is an odd fic but it's worth a read. The struggle to remain in control was done really well. A good portion of the fic is from the perspective of an outsider.

#samdean #wincest recs #Gencest recs #wincest

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cafeacademia · 2 years

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You plan to admit your feelings to Spencer one autumnal afternoon, and maybe it leads to something else you had been craving too...

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Love confessions, slight fear of unrequited love, kissing, sex, oral (fem rec duh), fingering, fucking, bit of a daddy kink, bit of soft!dom Spencer, dirty talk, two sex drunk hotties

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: Approx 2.2k

𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello! I had completely intended on writing some of the fics in my wips, but my brain just did this one instead oopsie. Enjoy, it's not edited but I hope you like it anyway. Part 2 anyone??

Autumn was slowly creeping in.

Hues of oranges and browns blossomed in the trees like patchwork.

You sat beneath the old willow with a book in hand. It was the type of book that gave you the same autumnal, cosy feeling whenever you picked it up.

The air had a chill to it and you wore your favourite jumper to embrace the slow beginning of your favourite season.

It was cloudy, there might be rain, but you didn’t care. The willow would keep you sheltered enough.

The silvery leaves turning orange on the old birch trees rustled and swayed in a lazy gust of cool wind.

Spencer saw you from across the park. It was not easy to miss you, especially when you always met in the same spot.

Meet me by the willow.

That had been the note he’d received at work and when he was finished in the office, he came straight down without a second to spare.

Looking up from your book, page scraping against page as you separated them to turn to the next one, you saw Spencer.

Warmth.

When you looked at Spencer, that was what you felt. It was a calming warmth that spread from your heart. But sometimes there was a different warmth, low in your stomach that you were desperate to share with him, one that you didn’t want to share with anyone else.

You wondered if he knew what he did to you. If he knew the same warmth that gathered in your heart when you saw him and fluttered through your body like the autumn leaves themselves.

You wondered if you gave him the same kind of warmth.

“Hey.” His voice was smooth and kind and hearing it was akin to being wrapped up in a blanket.

He sat down beside you, feeling the coolth of the grass beneath his fingers as he turned to face you.

“Hey Spence.”

“Sherlock again?” Spencer asked, casting a glance down at your book.

“Nothing I do should be a surprise to you anymore.” You smiled, watching as a smirk formed on his lips.

“I wouldn’t expect less from you.” He said softly. “Did you have something you wanted to talk about?” He asked.

You did, in fact. But saying it out loud was like trying to formulate words in a language you could not speak.

It was not that the concept of your feelings were foreign to you, rather they were so familiar now that you just didn’t know how to put them into words or how to describe the way you felt.

“Do you ever feel something that you cannot describe when you look at someone you admire? It’s like the comfort of warm honey on your tongue and a blanket around your shoulders.” You stopped yourself, feeling far too poetic and abstract for something that should be easy to say.

I’m in love with you.I love you.

How were you supposed to word that?

“Nevermind, maybe I just-.”

“No, I know how you feel.” He interrupted, eyes catching yours and softening when he saw the embarrassment bloom across your features. “There’s someone in my life. When I look at her, I feel the warmth of the sunrise and the smell of rain. The freshness of her presence brings me comfort.”

But instead of sharing his smile, yours fell slowly.

“Does she know?” You asked quietly.

“No.”

“Then you should tell her.” You said, barely above a whisper.

“Maybe I should.” He replied, a smile on his lips, but his eyes were trained on you, all too aware of the way your demeanour had shifted.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer murmured, reaching out for you, but your hand darted away from his.

“I think it’s going to rain.” You told him.

You hadn’t cared if it rained on you. You had only cared because the warmth you had felt was becoming overwhelming now and it felt like hot, thick cotton in your mouth.

Your eyes stung, but you did not let the tears come. You pulled them back with a deep breath, but Spencer was not a fool. He could see the prickling at your eyes, the glistening on the surface that was not welcome.

Oh.

The realisation hit him.

“Wait, hold on.” He watched as you sprung to your feet, but he was faster and before you could begin to walk away, his hand reached for yours, fingers gripping you with a firm squeeze.

“If you leave, I can’t tell her.” He said.

“What?” The word was spoken with no breath as you turned to face him. And then it dawned upon you that he was talking about you.

You had thought that Spencer was speaking about someone else.

But he only spoke of you.

He realised how his words sounded to you and he didn’t want you to leave. Not with that misunderstanding clouding your warmth and chilling you to the core.

“You’re the one that makes me feel warm. You’re the one that whenever I look at you, I can’t help but smile. I can’t look away from you for more than a moment without wanting to look at you again. Sometimes I wish I could meet you for the first time again so I could feel the way I did when I first saw you. There was a rush in my heart, like everything fell into place when I met you.” Spencer rushed his words, but spoke them with care. “I didn’t believe in love at first sight, but you changed my mind.”

You felt the first drops of rain as the clouds darkened, but you did not mind.

The warmth radiated in a way that was comfortable again, but the tears couldn’t be helped and they fell in slow, quiet streams.

“Spence,” You let him pull you closer, tears stealing your words away.

“It’s always been you, baby.” He whispered.

The rain came, drizzling at first as he pulled you against him, leaning in to capture you in a kiss. The heat of his lips was intoxicating, his grip moving to your waist, holding you where you needed him, fingers dimpling against your soft skin.

For the first time, you felt the gentle warmth inside of you burn brightly, but it was warm, like a hearth and gentle like the flicker of a candle.

Your fingers trailed over the wool of his jumper, sinking into his soft hair as you kissed him, lips against his in a dance of passion. There was a slowness to it all, like a haze of fog that grew between you, making you drunk on his affection.

The rain came down heavier now. It filtered between the drooping leaves of the willow above and cold droplets kissed your skin, soothing the heat beneath your cheeks, but it did nothing to quell the heat in your stomach.

There was an aching pressure below, it forced out a soft moan from between your lips without your permission. It wanted to be known.

But Spencer already knew. He could feel it when he touched you, the way you pressed yourself against him, absentmindedly searching for anything to soothe the temptation deep in your stomach.

He parted from you, lips reluctant to be alone, but the gaze he cast upon you was shining with the same heat you felt.

His eyes were dark and hazy, breath heavy, fingers still holding you with a tight firmness.

“Home?” The word was rough as it passed through his lips. You knew what he wanted, it was the same as what you craved too.

There was nothing that said you had to, but the tingle that played between your legs was adamant and you wished that you could have each other right here, in the rain beneath the tree.

“Home.” You nodded, letting him lead you away.

It was a quick, dizzying moment before you were aware that you were in his apartment, the door closing behind him, lights low as the thunder rumbled overhead.

“We can wait, if you want to, baby.” Spencer reassured you, his touch soft this time as he helped you out of your damp jumper.

“I want you, Spencer. Only if you’ll have me too.” You breathed out, gaze hot on him, like a flame that licked at his skin.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” His voice was soft, his breath sending a shiver down your spine as his lips moved gently against the shell of your ear, fingers grasping at you, pulling you towards him. “Don’t be shy, tell me what you need.”

His voice sent goosebumps over your skin, nipples peaked beneath your shirt, the heat between your legs unbearable.

“Please, make me cum.” You whispered it, too shy to speak the words aloud.

“Good girl, I’ll do anything you ask me to baby.” He told you, pushing you back against the sofa.

Your clothes came off easily, his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your thighs, spread you open for him.

His tongue eagerly dipping into the nectar of your centre, lifting a gasp from your lips. He watched as you gripped the sofa harshly, pleasure rushing through you as he worked circles into your bud, moan after moan pouring out of you and fuelling his need to pleasure you.

His fingers slipped between your folds, slipping around your clit as he sucked the bud between his lips, gently pressing his fingers into you and watching with awe as you let out the most pornographic moan he’d ever head.

He didn’t let up, tongue lapping, addicted to your taste, to the way it felt to watch you beneath him, spiralling into euphoria as he stroked waves over pleasure through you with his touch.

“Let go for me, baby girl. Let me hear you.” He muttered against your skin, tongue faster, more pointed, hurrying for your release, watching as you teetered on the edge until it all came rushing through. You let out a gasp, followed by a drawn out moan, little jolts of pleasure rushing through you as his tongue caressed you through your orgasm, teasing until you were too sensitive to take anymore.

“Such a good girl.” Spencer whispered.

He teased you then, pressing against your sensitive, hot centre, eyes blown out as the lewd sound of your nectar against his cock filled the room.

“Please, fuck me daddy.” You whined, watching as he took not a second longer to enter you, pressing deep and watching you throw your head back as he took you.

His thrusts were heavy and pressed the air out of you with every pass. His grunts sent you into a dizzying haze, feeling his fingers grasp at you as he fucked deep into your pretty pussy, sharing the warmth you had wanted to give him.

He fucked you breathless, he fucked you senseless, each thrust throwing you deeper into pleasure, moans falling from your lips.

You were almost delirious when his fingers pressed and rubbed tight circles on your oversensitive bud, each thrust driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“You can give me another one, baby girl. Let me have it.” His voice was rough and deep in your voice but there was still a softness to it that made you feel safe and warm and good.

With a few more controlled sweeps of his thumb over your pretty little bud and his cock pressing deep into you, you felt the pleasure roll over in waves inside of you, sending out a wobbly moan, gasps and whimpers coming to the surface as he worked you through your orgasm until he reached his own. He groaned, deep and heavy as he pressed into you, letting go and fucking you through his own orgasm.

You suddenly felt exhausted, eyes fluttering closed as you let out a shuddering breath, unable to string words together.

“I love you.” The words were pressed against your skin with a soft kiss to your temple.

“Spencer,” You could only say his name, soft and sweet and sleepy on your lips.

The warmth evened out and you woke, hot and sweaty, eyes opening quickly.

Realisation hit you, it had just been a dream.

A dream about your very handsome coworker.

The breath you let out was ragged and you looked around, thankful that the jet was full of sleeping agents and hoped that no one had been awake to witness you shuffle in your dream.

You swallowed thickly. The vividness of that dream was overwhelming and you shuffled in your seat, pressing your thighs together, craving release more than ever. Spencer was only yours in your dream. Maybe you’d tell him how you felt soon, but you were terrified of the rejection.

But then you felt him, fingers brushing over your thigh.

“That sounded like a satisfying dream to me.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You almost let out a little whimper, but you stopped yourself, eyes nervously meeting his gaze.

“I had no idea my name sounded so pretty on your lips.” Spencer whispered softly. “Will you let me hear it again, baby girl?”

@reidsbookclub @russian-potatoes @hallecarey1 @deanhisbaby @alexxavicry @guridoodles @liltimmyst

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Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | March Recap

♦️ More fic recs can be found at the fic register, here. Not quite what you're looking for? Tell us what you had in mind, here! -> 💌

✍️ In addition to the fics highlighted below, there were a few new additions and updated chapters to the Promise You WILL Write collection. Check them out here! If you're feeling inspired, please visit the collection to leave a prompt for someone to write or take one for yourself… All are welcome! You can check out their page @promiseyouwillwrite for more info.

🛠️ March was a celebration of fix-its! Check out our recap for the March Fix-It event hosted by @fellow-travelers-events 📣 The Features of the Month posts can be found here: Fic of the Month for March is: A Patchwork Life by likerealpeopledo | @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 Author of the Month for March is: @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) WIPs of the Month

🍀 do these teeth still match the wound by brokendrums [E, 21K] It’s natural. There’s no sin in it. That’s all Hawk keeps saying. Whispers it to him as he pulls on Tim’s shirt, says it again when he tugs down his zipper, scrapes it across his jaw on the end of a kiss. There's no sin in taking what is gratefully given, no sin in the purest of heart. Not when you're praying at the altar of Hawkins Fuller.

What if it took a little longer for Tim to gather the courage to do the right thing and give himself up. His time in the cabin stretched out for a few extra weeks.

🍀 A Disaster, Beyond Measure by drabbleswabbles [NR, 20K] Hawkins Fuller is a campaign manager with a PR disaster on his hands. The solution involves pretending to date none other than Timothy Laughlin.

Featuring: unrealistic portrayals of the life and job of a campaign manager for the sake of the fake dating trope.

🍀 Only The Lucky Ones Come Home by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 1K] It didn’t make sense. Kenny wasn’t in Italy, he wasn’t in Europe. He was sent somewhere in the Pacific, Hawk wasn’t quite sure. That was the last he had heard. So how could Kenneth Willard be bleeding out at his feet in Velletri?

“You did this.”

The blood in Hawk’s veins turned to ice at Kenny’s words.

Hawk has a nightmare about his time in the war.

🍀 In Sickness or In Health by Joycee [M, 12K] Instead of Tim, it’s Hawk who has AIDS.

🍀 we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 4K] He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had.

The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket.

An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one.

“What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”

Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.

🍀 🪴His great consuming lovage*🪴 by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [G, 2K] Tim's potted plant has a story to tell…

🍀 Dreams Enfold You by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Tim is sick but won't sleep. Hawk finds a way to make him.

🍀 Sands of Time (Turn Backwards) by @brouill3r | brouiller [NR, 22K] 1987 Hawkins Fuller is full of regrets for the life he's lived, though Tim once told him he regrets nothing. Hawk so wishes he could say the same.

In the still night air of a hotel room, clutching a cracked paperweight to his chest like it's carved of the finest gold, Hawk gets his wish.

Or, a time-travel fix-it fic that nobody asked for.

🍀 this time imperfect by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 13K] 1986. Marcus arrives at Hawk's house and gives him a box. Marcus doesn't know that paperweight in the box is a time traveling device. Will Hawk change anything, given the chance? We'll see.

🍀 Sometimes it's worth the pain by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [NR, 1K] Hawk wakes up in the morning in Tim's arms.

🍀 At the End of a Long Day by @carrotcakecrumble | LuxLox [T, 1K] The words, which were just that, words, were too distilled and clean to have any association with Tim in his mind.

He’s passed. Yesterday. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m only just calling now.

(Mary rings Hawk to tell him that Tim has died.)

🍀 I Sing the Body Electric by telescape8 [M, 28K] Modern AU. It all starts on Election Night 2016. Tim falls hard. Hawk falls harder.

🍀 If it's magic... by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [M, 1K] It’s just fondness. It’s not love.

🍀 Here We Are In Heaven by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Though it happened hours before, Hawk could see it so clearly now. That green space, lined in flowers. Marcus's proud smile. Jackson's hand, so steady as it placed that simple band of silver in Hawk's palm. And Tim.

A snippet of Hawk and Tim's reception.

🍀 With all due respect, fuck congestion by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 2K] Tim and Hawk are going through their closet to find some clothes to donate, but Tim isn't feeling great.

🍀 where are lies (when no words are spoken) by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [G, 480]

“So,” Marcus starts with a smirk. “Tim.”

They’ve known each other for years, and Marcus really doesn’t need to ask questions for Hawk to understand him. Why him? What is special about him?

But the thing is, it works well the other way around. Hawk gives him a meaningful look. I don’t know what you are talking about.

Or a conversation between Marcus and Hawk set not long after Hawk took Tim at Cozy Corner in episode 1

🍀 Cutting this short would be most logical option by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 4K] It's a lovely day in 1980 and Tim's enjoying a quiet day off. Then there's a knock on his door.

🍀 Lights go down, and I hear you calling to me, yeah by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 512] There was intrigue. There was wonder. Hawk’s damn heart literally skipped a beat. Skippy.

Or, the real answer to: “Who’s Skippy?”

🍀 Of Snuggles and Waffles by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 2K] It's a beautiful Saturday morning and Tim should be sleeping in. Unfortunately, Hawk has other plans.

🍀 The Fixer by drabbleswabbles [NR, 3K] Instead of Leonard, Hawk is the one arrested in a park bathroom.

🍀 You might not wear blue often, but it's still your color by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [G, 2K] Hawk is struggling. Then he gets a package in the mail.

🍀 All Dressed Up To Go Dreaming by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [T, 4K] Naples, 1955. Hawk and Tim's first vacation together.

🍀 She's the lady of the house, a blind believer in all I dare to be by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 5K] “A boy needs his mother’s respect. Not only her love, but also her respect.” – Emerson Eggerichs

Or, 5 times Estelle Fuller is there for Hawk, 1 time Hawk is there for himself.

🍀 To Millions of Smiles by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Hawk comes home to a surprise.

🍀 Fetch by @deputy-buck | Deputy_Buck [T, 1K] Hawk was consumed in drafting a small speech for a function Senator Smith had organized —something about acknowledging McCarthy's threat to the State Department but encouraging diplomacy— when Tim showed up on his doorstep looking like a kicked puppy. His boy promised that he would be quiet and that all he needed was to be somewhere safe while he felt this way.

🍀 gold-skinned, eager baby by @lispenard-street | lispenardstreet [E, 10K] Tim sets out for Fire Island with a single goal: to dig Hawk out of his pit of self-destruction.

As it turns out, Hawk is after something else entirely.

A 1979 fix-it… of sorts.

#fellow travelers fic recs #ftfics monthly recap #fellow travelers fics #fellow travelers fics monthly recap #ftfics March recap #fellow travelers #ftfics mar24

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Patchwork Siblings by Raberba girl (Raberba_girl) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/46839892/chapters/117983047) Batman. Years ago, a young Dick Grayson was taken by the Court of Owls and made into a Talon. When Talon is flung into an alternate universe, he latches onto the first familiar person he sees. OR, little Tim Drake is understandably alarmed to find an undead assassin has imprinted on him. One of the tropes I will always love is someone (usually someone who’s never had the chance to) learning how to be human again. And that’s one of the main plot points of this fic. It also focuses on the friendship and sibling bond between Tim and Talon. The way that Talon gets closure with the Tim from his universe (who is a member of the Court) is very satisfying, if I do say so myself. All around, it’s a really good fic and I hope other people like it as well!

OOOOOH another alternate universe fic that promises to make me feel my feelings. I'm right there with you in that I love people get to experience things after a lifetime of trauma (brainwashing, abuse, etc.), and I think Tim being the hesitant participant in that presents some humor and fluff in all of the angst. This one seems like another fantastic rec. Thanks so much for sending it in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #batman #dc comics #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #fluff #alternate universe

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red, white, and royal blue (rwrb) fic rec (part 1)

in honor of the movie coming out, here are some of my fav rwrb fic recs. i have a ton but i'm not entirely sure how many parts this should be, so we'll see.

other rwrb fic recs here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.

25 Questions by clottedcreamfudge (~2k)

acdiaz how well does @hrhprincehenry know me really??? Time to find out! Full disclosure: he had to be bribed with jaffa cakes to do this, but it was worth it. Every single answer is VERBATIM and if he tells you otherwise it's a LIE.

soft and adorable, the perfect kind of fluff.

I'd Cross Oceans by 14hpgirl19 (~5k)

Dating a prince is hard. Dating a prince when you're the son of the President is even harder. Alex is done with barely seeing Henry. When Henry gets sick while in London, Alex decides to take matters into his own hands. (And if he ends up with a fiance at the end of it, even better.)

marriage proposal fics are the best, you'll see a ton of them.

titles are the worst, we refuse byathousandrooms, clottedcreamfudge, everwitch, indomitablelove, railmedaddy for TheAmberFox (~11k)

The paparazzi, a friend, their classmates, a true enemy. Alex is no stranger to telling people to fuck off, it’s a daily occurrence; but when it’s Henry who does it? Alex couldn’t be prouder. 5 times Alex tells someone to fuck off and one time Henry does.

i clicked on the fic because one of the tags are "fuck the patriarchy"

**Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge (~67k)

"You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.” "You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine." Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?" Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.

oh my god??? this fic has my heart?? no other words than must-read.

Play The Game by laurentknows (1k)

The papers get a little too much and Alex and Henry decide to play the game with them.

some sweet fluff and comedy.

Red, White & Navy Blue by jedusaur (~4k)

"Fine," says Alex. He clenches his jaw and his fists. "Great. Watch me. I'll bromance the shit out of the motherfucker."

two words: hockey au

Keep Most of Your Heart in Londonby cresswells (~4k)

Alex thinks he’s prepared – as prepared as he’ll ever be. He’s been waiting for months to do this. He even did his research on the proper etiquette for a British royal engagement – and then promptly ignored it all. AKA: The one with the engagement of the century.

#rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb film #rwrb book #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fic recs #royal's rwrb fic recs

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IZ Fanfic Recs - 1

These fics are all sfw/not rated M or E. This is just a few of my favs within this category, picked at random from my bookmarks. (Also it gives me a good excuse to make more rec lists shhh)

In no particular order ~

Sleepovers (Restovers?) by Reptile Ruler

Language Barriers by Dizplicity

Wannabe Insomniac by hamletmustdie

Paper Planes and All That Remains by Chipper_Daily

Honesty Hour by Patchwork Poltergeist

Forced Perspective by opalite

Stellar Drift by DionysusCrisis

#invader zim #iz #fanfiction rec list #fanfic rec #zadr #zadf #sfw fic #i have so many tabs open orz #i hope all these links go to the right places

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Weekly Fic Recs 54

More Superbat than Batfam fics this week!

Champagne Problems by SalParadiseLost - Superbat, wip. Omegaverse! More of bad at math Bruce who accidently bought 3 kids because he doesn't know how adoption works. Clark is trying apologize to Bruce for saying some Dumb Things to him. Bruce agrees to listen to him, but makes Clark Suffer™ :)

tenderhearted by pomeloquat - Bruce centric, complete. A 9+1 fic, but with kisses Bruce has received throughout the years. Cute and bittersweet.

Perfect Disguise by TheCreativeCasseroles - Batfam, complete. Some universe/time travel with the Batman Beyond verse. Grocery shopping and pink mustaches are involved :)

Zoom by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, complete. Little Timmy's stalking tendencies leads him to finding and getting pictures of Superman and Batman together late night on a roof. Superman discovers him and starts to question why a nine-year old is on a Gotham roof by himself. You know what happens next :)

La clarté dans la confusion by the batandtherobe - Superbat, wip. More of the love tangle that is Bruce and Clark and their secret identities.

Know Me Well by merryofsoul - Superbat, complete. A 5+1 fic! Clark learning new things about Bruce :)

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat and Batfam, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! We unlock more of Tim's tragic backstory.

Conflated by PamiGami - Superbat, complete. BODYSWAP with IDENTITY PORN?!? Sign me the fuck up! I love how Bruce learns to deal with Clark's powers and Clark learns to deal with Bruce's aches and pains (and lack of alcohol tolerance).

the river for which you might stay by susiecarter - Superbat, complete. Takes place after the Justice League movie. Bruce and Clark figuring each other out after the whole save the world thing, and what forgiveness looks like.

Happy reading!

#weekly fic recs #weekly fic rec list #fic recs #fanfic recs #fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction rec list #superbat #batman #bruce wayne #batfam #superman #clark kent #fic rec

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I'm coming back to the Stormlight Archive fandom and was wondering if you could recommend some of your favorite gay fics in the cosmere to tide me over for a bit? Thank you!

Thanks for the ask! There are lots of amazing gay fics in this fandom, and I'm not sure what you might like, so I'll try to give you a variety! I'll also offer Gen and Teen rated fics only, since you didn't ask specifically for spicy fic.

keep a good tongue in thy head by Dhillarearen - Kaladin/Adolin. A classic!

Zahel and the Hot Bald Teacher by NothingRiddikulus - Zahel/Szeth. Fine crem!

Their Own Sweet Light by if_one_of_us_falls - Renarin/Rlain. A soft modern AU!

Die Unbelievers by MyceliumMythos - Moash/Kaladin. A WoR rewrite!

An Early Ideal, An Unexpected Truth by TrishHankins - transfem!Elhokar/Azure. Achingly good!

Patchwork by BrightlordKaladin - Shallan/ Kaladin/Adolin. Another classic!

Comedy of Errors by Priscellie - Renarin/Rlain and Shakadolin. Sweet and funny!

When You’re With Me, I Can Soar by cosmere_play - Lyn/Laran. I can't resist adding one of mine of course!

If you're looking at this list (which I admittedly put together a bit hastily from my bookmarks which are all over the place), and you're noticing a dearth of f/f fics, check out @gal-palanaeum which has lots more femslash recs of various ratings and from more corners of the cosmere!

Oh and you can check out my "fanfic friday" and "stormlight fanfic" tags for more fic recs of various ratings!

#stormlight archive #stormlight fanfic #ask answered #fic rec

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● vanoé fanfics ● masterpost

hyperfixating on vanoé has been my summer, literally i love their relationship so much. here are some of my fav fanfics that have taken this alr well-developed relationship & explored it even further in the best!! ways!!

last updated: 2022 aug 23

♡ oneshot

blood and thunder by fl4nel classic noe-drinks-vanitas's-blood mostly from vanitas's pov; emotional, yet abrupt, & so beautifully written im still crying

fortuna, choosing sides by leovenus the tender dialogue throughout as they comfort, as they banter. i especially loved the last half

Compass to Guide You Home by A_Zap youtube au centered around the promise vanitas makes to noe to always find him when he's lost; i rly love this author's depiction of vanoe

Lost in Paris | Episode 32 | Coffee Shops & Parks by sigmashighheels youtube au centered on vanitas searching for noe + the chat at the end was soo funny

Lavender Snow by Subdued_Vision hairwashing! one of the first vanoe fics where i fell in love with the characterization

Mélodie de neige by Hakuyu was listening to this december by rick montgomery & was desperately in need of christmas vanoe. thoughtful & adorable

❤ multichap

The Word of Your Body by TurnUps i'm floored every time noe's communication & sincerity finally gets to vanitas, & the author showcases this aspect of their relationship so beautifully. prob my fav of all time!

patchwork by anorangecarrot youtube au that made me laugh so much it's pure fun & serotonin & so much domestic vanoe!! & amusement parks!!

Witness by CloudySonder roland's pov of vanoe which makes everything 10000% better bc we love roland best boy!!

Across the Universe (I'll Follow You) by A_Zap i didn't realize that the plot set up for a bunch of cool AUs, & i loved each one (& the author's intentionality w their writing)

Love on the Tracks by grelleswife one of the first vanoe fics i read and so sweet, dialogue wonderfully in character

other rec lists

grelleswife's favs pandorashearts's favs

list will be updated as frequently as i read more! still new to the fandom so this masterpost is still short - and please recommend me more to read (:

be sure to leave kudos & especially comments for these incredible writers <3

#vanoe #the case study of vanitas #vnc fanfic #vanoe fanfic #vanitas no carte #noe archiviste #vanoe fanfiction #vanoe fanfic rec #my standards in vanoe fanfic are literally just are they talking oh my god theyre communicating #and then youtuber au #noe lives rent free in my brain telling vanitas things like im glad it was you i know it all sounds self serving #but i just wanted you to know #like pLS SIRS theyre in love your honor #anywho this list is self-serving bc 4 yrs from now i will still be sorting thru my blog to find my own vanoe fic recs #for comfort and nostalgia

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Hi! I recently read Patchwork Heart (like twice in two days) and I now have brainrot from that fic. (Which is to say that I loved it.) And I’m sad that it’s incomplete but I’m grateful that you wrote it, and all your other Parks and Rec fics. I remember reading a comment from you (from like 11 years ago lol) where you said you’d been writing for 14 years and you encouraged someone who was feeling bad about their own writing. Which gave me the motivation to keep writing, and made me think, how awesome must it be to be a fanfic writer for so long? This is a rambly comment to say that I’m glad you’re still writing (even if it’s not for Parks heh) and you’re a great inspiration!

(Also I’m aware this isn’t a question but I don’t really know how Tumblr works)

Well this ask officially made my year. (P.S. - Asks don't have to be questions. Especially when they're as lovely as this)

You know every once in a while I think, am I being totally ridiculous just leaving my live journal out there like that? Really, who's going out and reading stuff from over 11 years ago, except ... yeah I've totally done that myself. And I'm forever grateful for the authors who let their stuff just float along and exist. So I'm gratified to know that I did that for you today. And extremely gratified to know that I was able to give you a little motivation to keep writing. I have been doing this for over twenty years with varying levels of success and intensity as my life evolves, but I keep coming back to it, because really at the end of the day, fanfic is one of those hobbies that more than anything make me feel like me. When you find that, you owe it to yourself to hold onto it. Even if you can't do it perfectly or quickly.

I am not going to lie, I'm very sad Patchwork Heart is incomplete as well. That was an unfortunate product of life circumstances overwhelming me and by the time I paddled my way to the surface my emotional relationship with Parks had changed. But I am forever in love with the complete human disaster that was teenage Ben Wyatt in that fic.

Sooooo this isn't much, but this ask made me go back through my google docs. Here have part of a camping trip:

Griggs-Knope-Wyatt (Whatever) Family Vacation

Hell – 375-369 days to go

Yeah, it’s official, Ben does not get camping.

At all.

Look he gave it a fair try. But he just- he doesn’t get it all right. He doesn’t get what’s so fun about sleeping on the floor (”Ground,” Marlene informs him, “It’s called a ground when it’s outside, dear.") or getting so many mosquito bites, or having to make sure your food is put up in a certain way so raccoons won’t get to it. And you know what he really doesn’t get?

Ghost stories.

He does not get ghost stories. They’re not scary. They’re particularly not scary if your dad is telling them. And when your step-mom takes over and does manage to tell a scary one, well then you’re outside, in the dark . . . scared.

Oh and his tent collapses on him in the middle of the night.

Yup, okay. Not. Having. Fun.

Ben just wishes he could convince himself that’s actually because of the camping.

Leslie’s been withdrawn and subdued for the past two days. Not angry, just quiet. He tried to talk to her yesterday morning like a dozen times, but the one time he got anywhere the fact he was trying to take the whole thing seriously only seemed to make it all worse.

He doesn’t know what to do for her. Has the sneaking suspicion there’s actually nothing he can do. Or at least nothing he’s willing to do.

So yeah, maybe he’s going to just lie here under the wreckage of what used to be his tent for a little while.

Except he can’t even seem to manage that, because the next thing he knows there’s the sound of footsteps and a flashlight is being shined into his eyes like an interrogation lamp.

“Benjamin?”

Ben holds up a hand to shield his eyes and squints up at the outline of his step-mother standing over him. “Umm, hi?”

“Benjamin dear. Your tent’s on the ground,” she informs him as though she’s not entirely sure he’s aware of this fact. Sometimes he’s pretty sure his step-mother thinks he’s an idiot.

“Yeah, so umm, funny story about that. You know what it was, it- it fell.”

The fact he always winds up saying stuff like that around her probably doesn’t help.

Marlene doesn’t respond for long moment, and even though he can’t see her face he can pretty much picture it. It’s a face he’s pretty familiar with. The one that says ‘I worry about your ability to dress yourself in the mornings’.

“I don’t- I’ve never really camped,” he continues, unable to help himself. Marlene’s silences are just about the most effective interrogation technique he’s ever encountered. No wonder Leslie’s usually so talkative.

“I never would have guessed,” she shoots back, before adding, “Well, should I just leave the two of you alone or would you like some help putting it back up?”

“No- no, help would be good.”

There’s a long pause, then: “Ben, dear.”

“Yeah?”

“You need to get out of the tent.”

“Oh. Right.”

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So in a surprising turn of events (at least in his opinion), Marlene actually turns out to be a pretty good teacher. Like okay she isn’t the most patient person in the world, but she’s incredibly precise in her explanations of how to do things like tie a hitch-knot, and Ben’s always been more comfortable with precision over intuition, so it doesn’t take him too terribly long to catch on, and when she pats him lightly on the knee in approval, it feels like getting an A in your most demanding class from the teacher who scares the shit out of you.

All in all, Ben’s feeling kind of good about things by the time they get the tent back up, so when Marlene points out that it’s only an hour or so until sunrise and asks whether he wants to help her make coffee for breakfast, he says yes, thinking maybe things are looking up.

Yeah, no, that was obviously just designed to lull him into a false sense of security.

“So,” Marlene opens without warning or preamble, “Leslie tells me I’m returning the Purdue sweatshirt.”

He barely manages not to tip over his cup of coffee. “Yeah, um, sorry about that.”

“Ben didn’t we talk about that? Um-”

“Is the sound in dumb. Yeah I know.”

The look she gives him could level small countries. Ben keeps his head down and tries not to have an aneurysm.

How does he get himself into these situations? Really why is it sarcastic, smart-aleck things always come out of his mouth at exactly the wrong time. It’s not like he’s trying to be a wise-ass. He’s not really trying to be anything really. (Except maybe invisible. Invisible would be nice right now.) But for some reason it happens anyway, and he can’t seem to stop it. It’s like this leak, this crack in his personality. Ninety-five percent of the time he manages to be exactly the kind of guy he should be, the kind he thinks Virginia Wyatt would have wanted him to be. The kind of son his perpetually fragile father seems to need. Quiet and polite and respectful. But every once in awhile the pressure of keeping everything else in just gets to be too much and these little drops of acid seep through, landing where they’re not wanted and scarring once they’re there.

Except Marlene Griggs-Knope doesn’t scar that easily.

“Oh, sit up straight. Really, Ben if you keep going through life acting like a spineless jellyfish, it won’t just be Leslie who treats you like one.”

“I don’t.” he mutters under his breath.

Only he says it to the picnic table so that probably undermines his whole protest. He forces himself to sit up and look Marlene in the eye (Okay, it’s more like her forehead, but come on, cut him a little slack here. Do you want to look Marlene in the eye? Yeah, that’s what he thought. Shut up.</i>)

“Leslie doesn’t-”

But he can��t make himself complete the thought, because . . . yeah, sometimes she kind of does. And, shit, it’s Leslie’s mom, and Marlene’s giving him this look that clearly says ‘don’t bullshit me about my own daughter.’ Still, Leslie treats everyone like that, at least everyone important to her. Ann gets, like, twenty-three instructions a day. And, well, he likes it. It’s been a really long time since anyone paid that much attention to anything he did. It’s how he knows he’s important, that she cares. If she ever stopped trying to micromanage his life, well then he’d just be another ordinary person on the outside, wouldn’t he?

He opens his mouth to try again, but Marlene waves his efforts away with a dismissive hand. Oh good, apparently he’s now already used up whatever small amount patience she had allotted for him today, and it’s only, what? Five-thirty in the morning? This is probably some kind of new record for him.

Yaaaay . . .

At that moment from across the campsite, Leslie unzips her tent and steps out into the new dawn, only to freeze, eyes going wide, at the obviously unexpected sight of Ben sitting at the picnic table with her mother.

He tries to remember enough Morse code to blink her a S.O.S.

And any other morning it wouldn’t matter that he’s pretty sure he just looks like he’s having an epileptic fit, Leslie would have already come over and rescued him.

Instead she just turns back around, grabs her towel and a bar soap out of the tent and trudges off to the shower facilities, leaving him alone with Marlene to fend for himself.

Okay, Leslie is officially really upset.

“She will get over it.”

At Marlene’s observation, Ben whips his head back around only to find himself pinned by his step-mother’s sharp assessing gaze.

It feels like all the oxygen just got sucked out of the . . . well, earth.

He opens his mouth to stammer out a disclaimer but only manages a strangled kind of gurgle, which Marlene, thankfully, ignores.

“Leslie is no stranger to disappointment. She’s a very resilient girl. Always has been.” She says it matter-of-factly and maybe even a little proudly, then immediately counterbalances it with a sigh of exasperation. “Realism, however, is unfortunately not your step-sister’s strong suit. Particularly when it comes to people.”

Ben just presses his lips together and fiddles a little with his coffee cup, drumming his fingernails against the metal. He’s not really sure why Marlene’s telling him all this. Not that any of it is exactly revelation. To know anything about Leslie is to know she puts too much faith in life in general and people in particular.

So no it’s not like he doesn’t realize Leslie’s been disappointed by people before—her father, Lindsay . . . And then suddenly it clicks with him, the why behind all of this.

People leave.

In Leslie’s world, people leave her.

For some reason he’s never thought about it before, about her history and the painful lessons life’s given her. After all, he’s the one with the dead mother, the great tragedy that defined his entire fucking existence before he met her; that he wears like a poorly healed scar on his personality. Leslie always seemed so untouched by comparison.

But she’s not. He can see that now.

Because yeah, maybe his mother was ripped out his life.

But people walk out of hers.

By their own choice.

Of their own free will.

Ben drops his head to stare down at the film that’s started to form on his rapidly cooling coffee in shame as he realizes he’s been making plans to join them, to go off to college and then conscientiously extricate himself from her life, little by little, bit by bit, until he’s down to a subsistence diet. To the bare-essentials of what he needs to survive. Never once thinking about Leslie’s needs.

God, he is such an ass.

Marlene who has been silent for a little while, gets up to pour herself another cup of coffee, before coming over to sit back down and drop another bombshell on him. “You know, sometimes I wonder if your father and I should have waited until after the two of you went to college to get married.”

Oh god. He feels a cold finger of dread crawl its way down his spine at her words, and suddenly all he can think is: She knows. She knows how he feels about her daughter, and he’s going to die. Up here in all this outdoors, Marlene probably knows a dozen ways to kill him and make it look like an accident. Maybe that’s why they’re camping in the first place. Maybe this was her plan all along . . .

It’s about this time that the rest of what Marlene’s saying starts to sink in. “—it’s not that we’re not happy you two get along so well. After all, that’s the whole reason we decided to get married when we did. Give all of us the chance to try to be a family. But--” she purses her lips, and narrows her eyes, “Maybe we were a little too successful?”

And the terror’s back. “Too successful?”

“Up until two days ago, all Leslie ever talked about was going to IU and being close to home. She’s already learned the fight song.” That makes him almost smile despite himself, because of course she has. He bites the inside of his mouth just in time to stop it. Marlene continues. “And your father tells me you’ve been collecting brochures for out of state schools ever since the two of you moved to Indiana. But suddenly here I am buying sweatshirts for Purdue.”

“I didn’t ask-”

Marlen waves his protest away. “Of course you didn’t.” Then in a seeming nonsequitor: “Did you know Ann Perkins did Model UN all last year?”

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When I get a little more time I'll try to bullet point out for you where I was going.

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