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HONGJOONG SMUT FIC RECS LIBRARY
disclaimer: I do not own any of these works and they do not represent the real kim hongjoong. all rights belong to the respective writers who made them.
everything listed will be only hongjoong x reader pairing and it will contain suggestive/smut themes. if it includes another member, I will also indicate it. fics will be categorized into aus so it will be easy to find.
I won't be including mtls, timestamps, and other members' fics. if you are looking for recs with different members I'm sure other atinys have posted their own lists. These are all personal favorites and I'll only be including tropes/aus that I'm comfortable with (there won't be a/b/o and hybrid recs, sorry).
lastly, please let the writers know if you love their works so we can enjoy more of their content. have fun reading!
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Honey and Blood - nateezfics (wc 8.6k)
In the Night feat. Seonghwa - ja3hwa (wc 2.53k)
People, Running poly - themoonlightfae on ao3 (wc 50k+, multi-chapter)
Sweet Trouble feat. Wooyoung - Atiny_DazzlingLight on ao3 (wc 6.2k)
I Wouldn’t Have It Any Other Way - severetimetravelnerd (wc 9k+)
Leave Me With Nothing - min-gis (wc 5.7k)
Mine feat. Seonghwa - smileysuh (wc 3.4k)
Naked Truth - essenteez (wc 6.1k)
Wetting Your Lips - k-hotchoisan
Avaritia - hwaightme (wc 8.3k)
Baby Said feat. Seonghwa - destiny-fics
Taken - hwanchaesong (wc 8k)
Say My Name - twinmoles on ao3 (wc 7.6k)
Incubus! Hongjoong - sanjoongie (wc 2k)
The Library of Illusions - Restricted Section finale of a series - kwanisms (wc 9.6k)
The King chapter from a series- destiny-fics
Jealousy, Jealousy - destiny-fics
The King of Rot chapter from a series - pearlypearlypearl on ao3 (wc 8k)
includes: Producer! Hongjoong, Idol! Hongjoong
Sharing is Caring feat. Mingi - byuntrash101 (wc 5.2k)
0:126am At His Studio - sanflowerseeds
Audio Angel - marigold-doms
To Make an Album - bambikisss
Make You Feel Better - hongthoven (wc 3.2k)
Studio Sessions feat. Jongho - Atiny_DazzlingLight on ao3 (wc 5k)
Studio Time feat. Mingi - yuta-senpai (wc 1.9k)
includes: Service Top! Hongjoong, Needy! Hongjoong
Morning Haze - nateezfics (wc 1.4k)
All Mine - hongthoven (wc 2.6k)
Oxygen - whatudowhennooneseesyou (wc 820)
Pretty Pink - nateezfics (wc 2k)
Addicted - justaaveragereader (wc 1.8k)
HJ & Shibari - mia-tiny (wc 729)
Here Were Fairies fairy!hongoong - pearlypearlypearl on ao3 (wc 10k)
Ugly Dragon dragon!hongjoong- thelargefrye (wc 2k)
Shells mermaid!hongjoong - last-words-ofashootingstar (multi-chapter)
Something Sinister feat. Seonghwa- hansols-yoda-boxers (wc 5.2k)
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i would really like to read fics about roommates to lovers and friends to lovers
do you have any recommendations?
Here's a great friends to lovers list! (Some of which are also roommates to lovers)
Some more roommates to lovers:
30 Days by @earlgrey-lateatnight
i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this by @cloudywilmon
I used to call you my best friend way back before you were my everything (now I'm sucking your neck) by @grapehyasynth
And sure, why not rec my own: A game-changing moment
Who else has recs?
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Weekly Fic Rec 61
Work was killer this week, so the list is a bit shorter than usual. What I did manage to read was still very excellent though!
Batburgers, head trauma, and little brothers by Speechless_since_1998 - Batfam, complete. Little Timmy rescues Robin from a trashcan. This calls for some Batburgers :)
Star Tied by Imagine_sleeping - Superbat, wip. An AU were Krypton still exists and Kal-El travels to Earth to find his soulmate.
Magpie Syndrome by a_very_smolfrog - Superbat, complete. A reread for me! Clark finds shiny things that he MUST give to Bruce.
Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat and Batfam, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Bruce is still recovering from his injuries and the family ponders why Trigon is the way he is.
here as I am by TheResurrectionist - SladeBru, complete. There was chatter recently on Tumblr about this fic so I had to read it again. Bruce needs to go the fuck to sleep. Tim comes up with a solution.
pristine by pomeloquat - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets hit with a fuck or die curse, which is especially bad for him because he is a virgin. If only there was someone who could help him in the situation. If only 😔
short things by More_night - JimBru, one shots. Some short stories set in the Nolan universe, with a focus on Jim and Bruce's relationship.
Happy reading!
#weekly fic recs#fic rec list#fic rec#fic recs#fanfic recs#fanfic recommendation#fanfiction rec list#fanfiction recommendations#superbat#batman#bruce wayne#batfam#superman#clark kent
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cherik fic recs
For Revive Cherik month, I've compiled a list of some of my favorite fics to share. I'll also be combining this with @justleaveacommentfest by commenting on all these lovely fics and you can too 😊 Read! Enjoy! Comment!
what a way to make a livin' by kaydeefalls @kaydeefalls
Erik is a CEO who makes headlines like "MagneTech CEO and Prominent Mutant Separatist Erik Lehnsherr Vows To Kill All the Humans By 2025". Charles is his long-suffering PA.
The Last Love Song & Testament of Charles F. Xavier by midrashic @midrashic
Getting fake married to avoid having to testify against your spouse for domestic terrorism is such a power move. Fantastic.
From Westminster With Love by thehoyden @thehoyden
Charles is an irreplaceable British asset, Erik is a major working for NATO. They stop a mutant trafficking ring and fall in love. Extremely charming.
Lion Man by spqr @andthepeople
Hockey coach Erik. Figure skater Charles. I love them so much.
Limited Release by rageprufrock @rageprufrock
White Collar AU. I hadn't read this in a decade and my mind is a sieve but I immediately recalled the title and author to look it up. What higher compliment can I give?
Skin Deep by manic_intent @manic-intent
The one where they're all werewolves 🐺
Omega Online by miss_aphelion @missaphelion
I live for Erik and Charles being fully insane about each other and this is funny af. Also, EMMA!
#revivecherik#fic recs#my fic recs#cherik#also please reblog or reply with your recs#i lost so many of my favorites on LJ 😭#xmen
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Hi! Do you have any BuckTommy fic recs?
Yes I do!💜
Something, everything by rosetterer 25K
(Basically, they get together, go on dates, fall in love, get in accidents, renovate their home, get cats, and eventually, they get engaged. Buck gets everything he has ever wanted.)
Sweet child of mine by jamespearce911 @diazsdimples 3.4K
Buck and Tommy bring their daughter home from the hospital and enjoy their first few hours alone with a newborn baby.
This is what it feels like by ipretendtobesane @usereddie 1.3K
Buck blushes. Always has. Gets flustered easily, ducks his head with a giddy, boyish grin at any compliment. It’s poetic, really, that he’s a firefighter because he flushes bright, fire engine red every time.
Still, though. He’s not sure he’s ever blushed as much as he does with Tommy.
(Fragile) handle with care by rogerzsteven 3.1K @rogerzsteven
Buck gets hurt on a call, Tommy looks after him.
Come and save me from it by devirnis @devirnis 6K
It happens so quickly. One second Evan is grinning exhaustedly at him, and the next thing Tommy knows, Evan’s eyes go wide as what little colour he has left drains from his face. Tommy makes an aborted move towards him, but Evan shoves his chair back from the island and bolts for the bathroom.
BTHB: appendicitis
Hold me on my bad day by disasterbuckdiaz @bidisasterevankinard 1.2K
Tommy had a bad day, has an awful morning he starts as blanket burrito, but his boyfriend’s cuddles make it better
Pancakes, kisses, and a little bit of TLC by theotherlucifer @theotherbuckley (shameless plug) 4.5K
(or Buck wakes up with a chronic pain flare-up the morning after, and Tommy takes care of him)
Explicit fics:
Hot damn! But no holy man by jay (tofupofu) @dadbodbuck 3.5K
It’s not often that Buck gets the opportunity to feel small. And, sure, he likes the aspects of smallness that he’s been given so far—the being held, the big hands on his waist, the way Tommy covers almost all of Buck when he tops—but he wants more. He wants to feel small in other ways.
But he’s not sure how to ask.
Evan, elated and euphoric by brewrosemilk @gayhoediaz 16.5K
For a moment, that’s all that seems to echo inside of Buck’s head, more than ever before; you have a man on top of you, you are kissing a man; you’re touching a man, and he’s touching you, and you like it.
Buck likes it - not just being with Tommy, being with a man - that part is obvious, but he… likes that he likes it. He loves that he likes it. Truthfully, he doesn’t think that he has ever felt more at home in his own body than he does in this very moment.
Teach me how to dance with you by goodboybuck @prettyboybuckley 8.9K
OR: Buck explores the wonders of gay sex (slowly, with a really patient, sweet Tommy guiding the way and while having a lot of fun)
Okay this was WAY longer than I thought. There’s totally more good fics out there but this list is getting long…. Maybe I’ll make another (feel free to RB with your own recs!!)
#bucktommy#fic recs#tevan#kinkley#bucktommy fic recs#911 abc#911 fandom#evan buck buckley#tommy kinard#911 fic#purple writes#911 show#911
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If The Sun Ever Rises | Chapter 4
Chapter 4 | Right Where You Left Me
SUMMARY | After narrowly escaping the Battle Above God’s Eye, Prince Aemond is now a hidden fugitive within the very kingdom he once ruled. Driven by vengeance, he plans to usurp Aegon III and avenge his family. His rage-blinded path to the throne begins with getting rid of Cregan Stark and the men who support his nephew’s rule. Having nothing to lose, he recklessly kidnaps the Northerner’s betrothed - his own niece - hoping to lure him and his men out to fight.
Soon, Aemond finds that memories of a first love are strong, and that he cannot steel his heart against the woman he has loved all his life.
WARNINGS | 18+; Smut; Canon Divergence - Aemond lives (but barely); Violence; Stockholm Syndrome; Mental and Physical Trauma; Angst; Canon Incest; Manipulation; No Happy Endings In This House YAY; Slow burn, I think?
WORD COUNT | 3.4k
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The days passed by in a quiet, green haze.
The cave where she had been made to stay shouldn’t have provided her with as much solitude as it did, given her circumstances. But with each passing moment, she found herself healing, growing stronger, and seeing as clearly as the blue sapphire that now haunted her dreams. She embraced the quietness of it all, allowing her situation to wash over her as she came to terms with it.
She had run, and she hadn’t made it. The claw marks and gashes all over her form were definite proof. In these last few days, she had been too weak to move. She felt pain with every weak movement in her limbs, ensuring her captivity for a longer period of time. But in the time that had passed as she recovered, one thing was constant.
The nightmares, and him.
Night after night, she found herself ensnared in a labyrinth of nightmares, each more vivid and terrifying than the last. In the darkness of her dreams, the snarling beast lurked, its eyes gleaming with malice as it bore down upon her with relentless fury. She would awaken with a start, her heart pounding against her chest as she gasped for air, drenched in cold sweat. The cave around her offered no solace, its walls closing in like the jaws of the predator she’d been trying to escape in her dreams.
In her tired state of mind, she thought she had imagined his warm palm on her forehead, checking for a fever. Had she imagined his mumbled Valyrian whispers too? Ēdrugon sȳrī, mandianna, she had heard, his voice as mellifluous as the calm waters of the stream outside. [Sleep well, niece.]
She had always loved listening to him speak.
At first, his presence was a comfort, his soothing words a balm to her frayed nerves. He would speak to her in hushed tones, murmuring smooth Valyrian into her ears as she struggled to comprehend the light touch of his moving lips on her skin. And when words failed, he would hold her close, his arms a sanctuary against the dreams that threatened to consume her.
Nyke paktot kesīr, he would say. Ao sagon rūsīr issa. [I’m here now… you’re with me.]
But as the nights wore on, confusion crept into her heart, clouding her thoughts like a dense fog. His touch, once a source of uninhibited, fanciful love, now stirred something unfamiliar within her, a longing and heaviness that she could not name. She would lie awake, breathing and panting in the silence of the cave, her mind awash with questions that had no answers.
Was it his gentle touch that set her soul ablaze, or was it merely the anger at being ripped away from her beloved in the middle of the night? How did it come to this? How did he end up becoming the very safety that she sought to gain by running far and away from him? She could not say, and so she clung to him like a lifeline, seeking refuge in the warmth of his embrace. What else could she do?
Those were the thoughts that consumed her as she sat up, her body sore as she grunted in pain. She sat up for the first time in what she assumed could only be days, and managed to stand up too. She braced herself with a hand on the slippery cave wall, her eyes landing on the mountain of discarded bandages - covered presumably in her own blood.
She closed her eyes shut and tried to get a grip on her surroundings once more - it seemed that no matter how many times she had tried, she couldn’t come to terms with being brought to the jungle by a man who made her heart rush to wherever he touched her - no matter his intentions to hurt her family.
Are you ashamed of me, mother? For wanting him despite it all? For never stopping?
With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, determined to wrestle back control from the haunting memories that threatened to take her for all she was worth. At first, all she could hear were the echoes of that harrowing encounter - the guttural snarls of the boar and the piercing screams - both his and hers - that tore through the air.
No, no, no.
But she refused to let fear hold her captive any longer. Slowly, she forced her mind to shift its focus, reaching beyond the darkness that threatened to suffocate her. Gradually, the noises of her nightmares began to fade, replaced by the gentle sounds of the forest - the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the melodious chirping of birds, and the soothing murmur of the stream of water trickling nearby. Before she knew it, the water had called to her and she walked slowly before stepping inside.
The sting of the wounds from initial contact faded and gave way to a relaxing sensation that made her skin tingle. Her shift billowed in the water, and she let herself breathe before she lifted her head up to breathe. She kept up these motions until she raised her head up to find that Aemond had come back, from wherever he’d gone. His presence, though familiar, sent a jolt of anticipation coursing through her veins, stirring something deep within her.
His expression was one that she knew all too well; there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes as they simply stared at each other, unmoving. In the calmness of her mind, it was easy to forget the weight of their shared history, to lose herself in the fantasy of a time long before the war had torn them apart. Every stolen kiss, every tender touch—it all rushed back to her in a dizzying whirlwind of emotion, threatening to consume her with its intensity.
If she were to beckon him to her right now, would he come? Should she?
The question lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation and uncertainty. But before she could find the words to speak, he was the first to look away, breaking the spell that had held them captive. With a heavy sigh, she watched as he turned away, the distance between them stretching like an unbridgeable chasm. And in that bittersweet moment, she knew that some things were better left unsaid, some desires left unfulfilled. For as much as she yearned for his touch, she also knew the pain that lay in its wake—the shattered dreams, the broken promises.
One moment she wanted to see him die, and the next, her heart would tear itself apart with how much it wanted him. She hated this, not knowing how she felt about him.
But didn’t she?
He set up a fire and sat on a log, staring into the fire like it held all the answers. What did he hope to see?
When the water went from being calming to making her feel cold, she stepped out, damp clothes sticking to her form as she walked, resembling a Goddess come to life. She took her seat next to him, hugging her knees tight as she leaned forward to take in the warmth. She breathed in the smoky smell of the fire, goosebumps rising from the heat of the fire and his gaze, now focused on her.
“How long do you plan on keeping me here, uncle?”
Winterfell was beginning to feel less like a foreign land and more like a place she could learn to love and call home.
She had taken her time familiarizing herself with every nook and corner without intruding on what she wasn’t meant to see in her capacity as a guest. If the war ends in her mother’s favor, she knows she’ll soon be Lady of this castle - no longer a guest. She had walked around the gardens, taken her time with the Godswood, gone down to visit the kitchens, and strolled on the grounds countless times. She had made friends, people she loved to speak to and smile at every day; those who made this uncertain time much more bearable as she tried to push horrid thoughts about her family at war to the back of her mind.
And him.
Finding no answers to her confusions as to why Aemond would draw first blood by killing the brother of the woman he loved, her mind raced much too fast for her convenience. She knew why, though, deep down. She simply refused to believe it.
Believing it would mean coming to terms with the fact that he had given up on her. On them.
While she chose not to trust her mind, her heart was a lot more fickle. Lord Stark had been perfectly gracious and treated her with all the gentleness worthy of a Princess and a future wife. It was a calmer, happier, and much less doubtful relationship than the one she had with Aemond. It was steady, and it was hers now.
This would all be hers. Lord Stark would rule the Keep, and she would rule him. He was hers, and he made sure she had no doubts about the same.
The thought did not make her feel as bad as it used to. This would be her way of moving on with her life and doing her part to ensure her mother’s victory. Cregan brought her a satisfaction of doing things right that Aemond did not. She never had to doubt him or herself with this man. Lighter feelings of infatuation clouded her mind as she walked to the library, her purposeful stride taking her to where her future husband sat.
The scent of old parchment hung heavy in the air as she found herself closer to where he was, mingling with the subtle aroma of beeswax polish that adorned the wooden tables and chairs scattered throughout the room. At the heart of the library stood a grand fireplace, its crackling flames casting a warm glow that bathed the room in a soft, golden light. And right next to it, he sat in a wooden chair, elbow on the armrest as he held his face up by the chin. He looked worse for wear and dejected, and it pained her to see.
What was it about her that she only ever ended up with men who chose to brood like there was no tomorrow?
She stood by the arch, leaning to the side as she debated disturbing him when he seemed like he’d much rather be left alone. As she decided to step out and read while waiting for him to come out on his own accord, she heard his heavy voice call after her.
“Princess.”
“My lord.” She couldn’t possibly leave now, so she walked in, steps as quiet as the man himself. She took to standing in front of him, her figure forming a dark silhouette as she blocked the hearth from his view. He leaned forward and took her hands in his, and she was startled by how huge they were in comparison to hers. Aemond’s hands were beautiful in an obviously otherworldly Targaryen way, with nimble, dexterous fingers; Cregan’s were unabashedly huge and well-worked yet warm, just like him.
She would learn to stop comparing them soon. It would not be long. Damned mind and heart, forever at war.
He’d had to execute a Night’s Watch deserter today - the Northerners pass their own sentences, she’d been told. “I heard you’ve had a taxing day. I thought I’d…” It seemed silly to her now to think her presence would lighten him up given the circumstances. She turned to look at the path she’d walked through, nervous at her thoughts of inadequacy as she thought of a suitable excuse to walk away without feeling embarrassed. But it seemed that there was no need.
“I killed a man today. Swung Ice heavy and clean into his neck… and now, I hold the most beautiful woman in the realm with the very same hands.” He talked as though he was speaking to himself rather than her - there was a certain absent-mindedness about him that endeared him to her - or was it his way of showing that his mind was preoccupied?
“Aye, good fortune is shining upon me.”
She smiled, never considering that her presence could bring about that level of comfort to a man who seemed much more put together than she. Her gaze was half-lidded as she looked down at him, his head leaning forward to rest his forehead upon their conjoined hands.
“What’s it like?” She regretted the words immediately after they tumbled out, knowing very well that she was throwing into his face the very subject that he probably wished to forget.
“Do you really want to know? It is a topic unsuited for a woman of your gentle nature, Princess.”
“If you want to speak, I want to listen.”
She did not miss his somber smile, making it clear to her that he appreciated her company more than he let on - for now, that was enough. “When men pledge themselves to the Night’s Watch, it is an oath for life. It is a matter of keeping your word, of honor. And when you’ve proved that your word means little and less, you’ve disrespected those you swore to protect. When this happens… as their liege lord, it is my place to punish them for it. It is not something I take pride in, but it needs to be done. One cannot put off justice for too long. Never.”
“Does it always have to be you swinging the sword?”
“Aye. ‘Tis only respectful to the man losing his life, regardless of his fallacies.”
She nodded, understanding his reasoning, and grateful that he’d seen fit to let her understand. Most would dismiss her, saying it did not fall under a lady’s purview - but he didn’t, and she appreciated that more than he knew.
For a moment, they stayed together in silence. He only got warmer with each passing moment, a feeling of comfort in the cold air that she’d grown accustomed to. “I am grateful… that it’s you,” she said. She didn’t know what she hoped to achieve by saying it, but she did anyway.
“I’m glad you’re happier, Princess. I…” She found doubt in his eyes as he debated whether or not to say the words, but she wordlessly encouraged him to go ahead by squeezing his hands in her hold. “Your brother told me that your loyalties are… divided; that you will need time to accept me. I am glad that you are.”
She tensed at the mention of her affections for Aemond, but she was quick to let it pass. She would not entertain her heart’s pull towards the man who killed her brother - she would not. Here sat a good man with the patience of a maester - she would learn to be worthy of his affections.
Almost as though he sensed her train of thought, he pulled her right back to where he was. “Princess?”
She smiled, a tired smile of resignation as she found herself grateful at the hand she’d been dealt. A time of war, where well-bred men were turned into murderers - and somehow, the Gods saw fit to give this good man to her. She was thankful, and by the Gods, she would learn to love him well.
“I’m happy too.”
“How long do you plan on keeping me here, uncle?”
She refused to look at him. Her eyes were trained on the fire, the blaze blinding her for a moment until she turned to look the other way to escape the heat-induced tears in her eyes. She felt the dampness of her form and clothes dissipate with each passing moment, and she let her throat bob as she allowed herself to calm down.
“As long as it takes.” His voice was devoid of any emotion at all, and she was struck by how hard it was for her to read him through his words - it wasn’t like this before. She used to be able to make out his emotions from the simplest of words or noises, but now it was as though she was made to face a stranger. But then again, she didn’t know this man. The Aemond she knew and loved was not battle-tested and war-worn; he was a scholarly achiever who took more pride in himself than his spoils. How could she understand him if she did not know him at all?
“And you see no other way to exact revenge? He’s…” The weight of her words overwhelmed her, and she could not bring herself to complete the sentence.. Here she was, abducted at night from where her mother thought she’d be safe, by the man whom she once upon a time believed would protect her - eventually, both Winterfell and Aemond had led to her current state.
“The war is over, uncle. The realm is slowly getting back up and the lords are working towards peace once more. Must you truly be so vengeful? Undo all the work that is being done?” The anger and tension was palpable, with her not being able to contain herself. The more she spoke, the more she knew that all of what he did was unnecessary - but then again, this entire Dance was unnecessary, was it not? “Cregan is good to me. He’s a good man and he cares about Westeros, he cares about making Aegon a worthy King despite all the poor child has been through-”
“No amount of goodness can change the fact that Cregan Stark did not pledge allegiance to the rightful king.”
“The rightful king? Grandfather declared my mother the rightful heir long before Aegon was even born -”
“Before he was born! When he was born, she lost every right to the Iron Throne. A much more sensible woman would have stepped away, but my sweet sister -”
“It was HER RIGHT!”
“It was never hers and it was certainly not yours or your bastard brothers' to claim!” With words exchanged and thrown at each other like weapons, her hands had been animatedly moving about as was her habit. But she froze at those last words. She knew very well that he had too, if the sudden hitching of his breath was any indication.
He wouldn’t apologize, that much she knew. He was much too proud and condescending about his otherworldly and striking Targaryen features to apologize to her - for she knew very well what she was, even if nobody else would openly admit to it.
A bastard.
Her mind was a mess as she looked at him, at a loss for words. The spell had shifted, they weren’t bickering as they used to any longer. In the silence, a moment suspended in time, she looked at him - really, truly, looked.
And there sat a boy. Not a battle-tested man who was now a hidden fugitive, but a boy. The boy that she’d known and loved. How much longer could they possibly hold on to grudges that neither had inflicted upon each other? The war had broken them, gotten them to drift apart - but where did it end?
Her heart ached as she beheld him, recognizing the boy she had once known beneath the bitterness and resentment that time and circumstance had piled upon him. The lines etched into his face told stories of battles fought and losses endured, but his eyes betrayed the weariness of a soul weighed down by burdens too heavy to bear alone.
He was tired.
He was depressed, hungry for revenge and angry, but in close vicinity, as her hand reached up to let her fingertips graze over his eyepatch, she could not help but think. This was her Aemond. She’d waited for him to take her away, and in a cruel twist of fate, they ended up here.
In the dim glow of twilight, her voice, a tantalizing whisper, wrapped around him like a spell. "I haven't ever seen you without your eyepatch. You never let me." Each word, a delicate lure, tugged at something deep within her; a longing that she had never quite moved on from, but scarcely dared to acknowledge in her time away from him.
If she leaned in just a bit more, she could kiss him. Would it be wrong to? Did he want her to? What was he thinking?
His hand closed around her wrist, holding her delicate touch in place over his concealed eye. With a weary exhale, he released a breath burdened with the weight of countless battles, etched into the lines of his weathered face.
How had she gone this far without him?
Before she let her fleetingly powerful feelings take over her, she closed her eyes and walked away. In the distance, a lone wolf's mournful howl pierced the tranquil stillness of the forest, making for a haunting melody.
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i want to start reading more f1 rpf other than lestappen but idk where to start is there any way you could recommend some fics pretty please?????????????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
sure thing anon! below is just a selection of my favourite fics that aren't straight forward Charles/Max:
melepathic. or something. by Anonymous – Lando/Oscar, 8k, snappy and funny FWB, rated M
somebody else by piastrism - Charles/Max/Oscar, 31k, FWB and addictive on and off again situationships, rated E
ode to a conversation stuck in your throat by prettyrotten – George/Alex, 40k, pining exes to pining FWB, rated E
icarus falls by tiredgayloser - Charles/Carlos (main) and Charles/Max (endgame), 24k, complicated relationships and character study, situationships vs. relationships, rated E
on the faultline by limabima – Lewis/Nico, 47k, dual timeline, FWB and Internalised Homophobia vs. healing and facing your past, rated E
win or lose (it's how you play the game) by chiliconcarlos – Charles/Carlos, 18k, ridiculous bets and consequences thereof, gay chicken, rated E
matchstick people by ecorone – Lewis/Max, 60k, magical realism and folk horror, rated E
translation theory by linearity - Charles/Carlos, 9k, rancid vibes, a hunger to hold an upper hand and wanting what you're denying you'll lose anyway, rated E
the heartbeat is a hunger by withfeathers - Lewis/Seb and Lewis/Nico, 40k, soulmates and trope inversion, falling in love after losing the love of your life, rated E
even a Mouse by ficster28 - No Romatic Relationships (Charles and Max centered though), 20k, Dæmon AU exploring the concept of sacrifice in motorsport, rated T
Hide All Our Sins From the Daylight by kolyarostov - Carlos/Lando, 60k, secret relationship and the implications of being implied queer in the public spotlight, rated E
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Creator Highlight - Week 2
Welcome to our weekly Creator Highlight!
Every week, we’ll use this space to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use so much of their free time and creative energy to share their work with us and bring our imaginations to life via writing, art, visuals, and many other creative mediums.
This week we want to highlight @witch-and-her-witcher, the funniest, sweetest, most supportive person with an absolutely limitless knack for writing multiship and rarepair fics. While she is a staple within the fandom for many different and incredibly well-written pairings (check out her Elucien, Nessian, and Feysand works too!), she really lets her talent shine through in her more unique pairings!
In addition to her impeccable writing and amazing ideas, she’s always the first to offer support to others in their creativity. She’s always quick to reblog, comment sweetly, or offer a beta read to friends!
Thank you for sharing your works with us and for always being such a kind, creative, and supportive mutual!
Below are some of our favorite creations.
The Fawn of Prythian | Elain/Lucien/Azriel
this is me trying | Nesta/Azriel/Cassian
Embers and Mist | Nesta/Eris
Silver Lining and Decode This Case and tell them i’m the worst | Azris
The Wind Whispers | Mor/Merrill
Lay Me On the Cold Dark Earth | Tamlin/Rhysand
You can find more of @witch-and-her-witcher 's works on Ao3 and Masterlist!
If you have someone you'd like to add to the Creator Highlight submission list, drop it in our ask box!
#creator highlight#acotar#fic recs#azris#elain x lucien x gwyn#neris#tamsand#mor x merrill#acotar rarepair#eluzriel#elain x azriel x lucien#nesta x cassian x azriel
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Hello LB!
Do you have and fic recs for maybe an elucien baby au? One night stand turned to baby?
Hey there darling!!
Have you read Right Where You Left Me by @separatist-apologist? It's a sort of second chance romance where Lucien returns to his hometown after six years to see that his high school sweetheart is still there, with a daughter who looks an awful lot like him. It's beautifully written 💕
#Couldn't find anything else on the archive but I promise you're in for a treat with this one!!!#It's one of my favorites!#Elucien fic#fic recs#Elucien
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This guy's been developing a (tonal, whistle) bird language for a while but it just hit me that this is straight up a Bats that sing like Birds vibe. (Also if you get lost you can also be found is another good Batfam use birdsong to communicate fic)
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
Thank you for sending me this ily!! <3
I honestly adore all my fics but here are the ones that are special to me:
Right Kind of Wrong. This is kind of biased but this series is my baby!! I made this blog exactly to post this story. I remember wanting to read a Spencer x Reader who gets involved in a case and when I couldn't find what I was looking for, I decided to make one myself.
Better for you. This is the last part of a short enemies-to-lovers story, and although I love the first two parts because writing smut is my forte, this one is full of cute banter and fluff and I just like seeing them finally acknowledging their feelings.
All I need. This might be the most poetic thing I've ever written. I think that explains it all.
Play our fantasies. I LOVE stripper!reader. What I love about this fic is while there is no penetrative sex, it's still so, so hot.
Hypothetically. My most recent work! I love it so much because it's light, sweet, and just an adorable and easy read.
Plus, an honorable mention: MASTER OF PERSUASION. Because Spencer x Bratty Reader x Hotch? Yep, I guess that’s self-explanatory.
Well, these are all my personal favorites, but now I’m wondering which of my fics yall like best🤔
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Jason gets a batarang to the throat and wakes up in a different universe where Thomas and Martha Wayne didn’t die and Bruce and Talia are married. Jason is in the hospital with Thomas as his doctor and he is NOT doing okay.
Can’t wait to see where this story goes.
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Hey tma folks, do yall know any fics where Jon is the one that ends up yoinked by the lonely because of the social isolation from s4? And Martin is the one to bring him back?? Or doesn't, either way id be happy
#the magnus archives#tma#fic rec#fic recs#lonely!jon#i suppose#jonathan sims#the lonely#jonmartin#not required but appreciated#tma lonely#jarchivist
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Omg yes any a/b/o fic is fine! Shipfic or x Reader!
Omg hell yeah okay here are my top three BNHA a/b/o ship fics for you!!! I hope you like them!!
bells by arxaris
Mostly canon-compliant seroroki fic where beta Sero and alpha Shouto draw closer over the course of the school year, read a bunch of manga together, and figure out they are maybe a little softer for one another than friends would be. :3
Slow to Start (But Quick to Burn) by mousapelli
I have said this before but this is like one of my ult comfort fics. It's a kiribaku alpha Kiri/omega Bakugou high school fic and it's so nostalgic in a way—all the fumbling messiness of being a teen learning your body and trying to sort out your temper and your goals and romantic relationships (and your homework). Gets kinda smutty towards the end and they are in high school so beware that if that's a squick for you.
fait accompli by roundabout
Unfinished (but I have faith). A todobaku alpha/alpha fic where Shouto goes into rut right in the middle of a mission gone wrong, and I just knowwwww when that next chapter gets posted this is gonna be like one of my fave fics of all time. Their todobaku dynamic is literally unparalleled.
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liiiiiiiz do you have a fic rec tag? i am in sore need of some jake fics rn -@garfield-mug
I do occasionally use the fic rec tag! As for authors…
I love @seresinhangmanjake and what she writes, as well as @sorchathered! @tongue-like-a-razor has some amazing series as well, and I can’t forget @honkytonk-hangman! She’d kill me for putting her on a Jake rec list, but Emily, aka @roosterforme, also has some lovely Jake series and one-shots! She’s been missing from us for a while, but how could I possibly forget @jupitercomet?
I’m sure I’m missing some, but that’s a good start, I believe!
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ethan landry recs
tender like a bruise | au, series | @burnyouwithacigarettelighter
stuck with you | imagine, fluff | @murdrdocs
big cake, happy birthday | imagine, fluff | @auras-moonstone
everything has changed | au, imagine, fluff | @auras-moonstone
go to sleep | drabble, fluffy flangst | @sage-green-matcha
hell is when i fight with you | one shot, flangst | @auras-moonstone
boxer ethan | au headcanon, fluff | @jxckchxmpi0n
eager to please | drabble, smut | @murdrdocs
more than enough | imagine, fluff | @iwritefandomimagines
my favorite girl | au, imagine, fluff | @jpnriikicore
late once again | imagine, fluff | @ethanlandryswhore
knight in shining armor | one shot, flangst | @websterss
tired | imagine, fluff | @haddonfieldwhore
bringing keys to the gym | imagine, fluff | @sourcherryandsprinkles
boob obsessed | drabble, fluff | @sourcherryandsprinkles
kiss me again | imagine, fluff | @nvrsaidiwasinurcloset
hands please | drabble, smut | deactivated blog
public vs private | drabble, smut | @rafeysbafey
ego boost | drabble, fluff | @rafeysbafey
mixed items | imagine, fluff | @jxckchxmpi0n
doesn't want to be gf | imagine, fluff | @certifiedlovergirlsstuff
don't let me go | imagine, trifecta (smut/fluff/angst) | @nvrsaidiwasinurcloset
cinderblock garden | one shot. trifecta | @nvrsaidiwasinurcloset (tw)
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