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Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | April Recap

Some of the favorite fics read by FTFR and/or newly posted in April. This month we’ve got some stormy winter cuddles and lots of domestic bliss, old men in love, an awkward first date, plant POV, fics featuring Maggie and Estelle, Father Skippy, water sports and shower sex, office sex, fuck him on the floor sex, and threesome sex in this fandom’s first RPF fic!

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📣 April’s Features of the Month:

Fic of the Month: do these teeth still match the wound by @brokendrums | brokendrums

Author of the Month: @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup

April Featured Collection: Old Men in Love Collection

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🌼 Within The Heart of Me by drabbleswabbles💠 [NR, 9K] Lucy goes to the hospital to talk to Tim. When she arrives, Hawk is already there.

Otherwise known as a prompt fill that wanders a bit off the mark, but is close enough in spirit to give credit where credit is due as far as inspiration goes.

🌼 Something Out Of Reach by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [T, 1K] Before the phone call, Hawk knows.

🌼 Shut Up and Drink Your Milk by @bre1995 | bre_thomas & @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [E, 4K] It all started with Hawk's "shut up and drink your milk" and then whispering how he wanted Tim to "fuck him". With those words alone, Tim doesn't hesitate.

This is an extension on the Episode 8, '57 sex scene.

🌼 Catching A Breath Of Moonlight by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] One lazy evening, Tim tries to find the perfect endearment for Hawk.

🌼 After Hours by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [E, 2K] “That’s it,” Hawk praised, petting through the soft strands of Tim's hair. “Good boy.”

Tim moaned softly around him, swallowing him deeper into the blissful pressure of his throat.

Or, the office sex fic that no one asked for.

🌼 Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned by @bre1995 | bre_thomas [E, 2K] Based around the episode 6 cabin conversation and scene, but with a little twist.

🌼 A Disaster, Beyond Measure by drabbleswabbles💠 [NR, 30K] 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.

🌼 the life of the world to come by @thewindyoubargainedfor | thewindyoubargainedfor [NR, 5K] Maggie flew to San Francisco to take care of her brother. She didn’t expect it to involve so many visitors.

🌼 Chances Are by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 3K] After a family Thanksgiving, Estelle and Hawk talk. Then she meets Tim.

🌼 Control and desperation by @mailboxbutterflies | mailboxbutterflies [E, 3K] Now Tim was really confused. "H… Hawk I really need to pee—" "I said no. You want to be a good boy for me, don't you, Skippy?"

Tim nodded slowly as he started to put the pieces together. "Then hold it," Hawk repeated coolly.

Tim saw a familiar fire behind Hawk's eyes. The kind that suggested he would be rewarded if he obeyed. "Okay, fine." And then, "Or at least I'll try."

Or, Hawk makes Tim wet himself and then rewards him with shower sex.

🌼 Only Himself To Blame by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [E, 1K] An evening out leads to some fun on the floor.

🌼 this time imperfect by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [M, 16K] 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.

🌼 you lookin’ like a present by Saturn💠 [E, 5K, RPF] “You fly all this way just to fuck me?”

“Not just to fuck you,” Simon teased and pressed a kiss to Matt’s forehead. “And actually,” he added, tone suddenly a touch more serious, “If you want, I won’t be the one fucking you tonight.”

Matt’s eyes widened, and he scanned Simon’s face for any indication that Simon was joking. Finding none, he raised his eyebrows and said, “I’m listening.”

Simon visits Toronto for Matt’s birthday.

🌼 🪴His great consuming lovage*🪴 by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [T, 3K] Tim's potted plant has a story to tell...

🌼 Hold You In My Arms Again by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [NR, 977] Old(er) Men Tim and Hawk (who are in love) at the gay club.

🌼 the coming of night by @alorchik | alorchik [E, 3K] March 1957. Hawk, exhausted from grappling with his own thoughts and emotions, seeks solace in alcohol at the Cozy Corner. What other thoughts might cross the mind of a desperate man?

🌼 Might Drive Me Crazy by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [NR, 1K] Hawk helps Tim get ready for a party. More or less.

🌼 So On We Go by TigerLilyBlue💠[G, 589] Maggie leaves for vacation, but it isn't easy.

🌼 forbidden joy by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [NR, 440] Fellow Travelers drabbles.

🌼 Lost In A World Of Our Own by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] A stormy winter's night is the perfect excuse to stay home and cuddle.

🌼 Guide your light in by @cinnamoncountess | CinnamonCountess [M, 21K] A new patient, Hawkins Fuller, has been admitted to the neurological diagnostic clinic at San Francisco General Hospital. The circumstances of his hospitalization are harrowing and raise many questions. The patient's tragic story and the man himself quickly arouse the curiosity of young nurse Timothy Laughlin.

🌼 Friday Night I'm in Love by @doodlingawaits | DoodlingAwaits [M, 7K] Lucy Smith was a very busy girl.

She was meeting Danny, the cute bartender at her favourite watering hole, the Bell and Bird, on Monday.

It was going to be another date night with Jake on Tuesday after work, but she was thinking of ending this one.

On Wednesday, she had a “tutoring” session with Yannis at the café near the library.

Thursday was free, but she was sure her friend Katherine would confirm soon that her brother, Tim, was up for a date with her.

But Friday, her favourite day of the week and reserved only for the really lucky ones, was going to be the one night she had been waiting for since she was fifteen.

After a misunderstanding, Lucy accidentally double-books her date nights with Tim and Hawk. She tries to find a way around it, but it seems fate has other plans in store for these three.

🌼 Worship at Your Altar by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [E, 2K] Hawk visits Father Tim Laughlin.

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redmyeyes · 5 months

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more.

Tim, drunk, was a study in contradictions. He could be as fiery as a housewife and petulant as a teenaged boy, or, like now, loose-limbed and soft, as he let Hawk drink and drink and drink from his mouth, his face cradled in Hawk's hands. So soft. Pliable as warm putty, the way he leaned bonelessly forward to let Hawk worship.

Around them, the chatter of The Cosy Corner was distant and muted, as though they were underwater. Tim's mouth was soft and open, his tongue lazy, and Hawk had long ago lost all track of time. What did it matter? In this moment, Hawk felt like he could keep kissing Tim forever. What a luxury it was to forget.

More than the alcohol, Tim seemed drugged, thick lashes fluttering as his eyes refused to open. His arms hung heavy by his sides, as if he had no energy—no purpose—for anything other than this. Hawk had never seen anything like it. There was no one like this boy, no one so responsive. No one so easily sent down, beneath the fog he was currently under. Hawk groaned into Tim's mouth, diving deeper as though he could suss out the contradictions of him by taste. That strong, fiercely intelligent, passionate mind. This willing submission. A gift. The boy was a gift. So ready to obey, even from the moment they'd met. So instantly receptive.

Hard enough in times like these to find a quick fuck. Harder still to find someone willing to accept the kind of control Hawk liked to dish out. This wasn't just willingness. This was a gift, offered up like something sacred. He was a delight, a rarefied breed, willing and responsive and god, Hawk could drown in him, he really could. This boy. His boy. His Skippy.

"You would drop to your knees and blow me right here if I told you to," Hawk said, marveling at the realization. He nipped at Tim's lower lip, sharp, then bit down and pulled back, so that Tim was dragged even further out of his chair towards Hawk.

"If I told you to get under the table and keep my cock warm. I could be having dinner with Ike himself, and you'd be on your knees blissed out of your mind, mouthing at my cock just like you're mouthing at my tongue now. Utterly shameless." The words were murmured between soft licks and nips and still Tim had not opened his eyes. He did, however, make a barely audible keening noise that made Hawk grin, feral and predatory. "Like that idea, don't you. Like being my shameless boy."

Here, he pulled back, just enough to focus on the soft angles of Tim's face. The boyish fullness of his cheeks and lips. His nose and his ears were too big for his face, by classical proportions. His grin too wide, his hair a foppish mop that refused to be tamed. His eyes, when they opened, slow-blinking at Hawk in confusion through his thick glasses, were simply brown. A brown that, when his glasses were removed, became rich chocolate pools that glittered with playfulness and softened with fondness. His mouth, always so alive, twisting up into a wry questioning smile as Hawk drank him in. His boy. "Shameless," he said again softly. "You are, aren't you." A soft press of lips just below the rim of his glasses. "Without shame." A kiss to the opposite cheek. "Because you want whatever I'll give you."

Back to the other side, behind his ear, to that spot that made Tim's pulse race and his breathing come fast. Lingering sucks and soft nips as he worked his way down Tim's neck, but never enough to mark. How he wanted to though.

Hawk pulled back again, taking Tim's chin in hand and giving it a gentle shake. "Tell me," he said, and watched Tim's eyes flutter slowly open.

"I want it," Tim breathed, sounding half-delirious. Fascinated, Hawk slid his thumb over Tim's lips, watching as his tongue darted out to lick at the pad, then drew the thumb between his lips to start suckling.

Mesmerizing. Hawk was mesmerized. He allowed the indulgence for a moment, then drew his thumb out shiny-wet and tapped Tim's lips in playful reprimand. "Tell me what you want," he corrected. "Be specific, you might get it."

"More. Everything. I want everything," Tim said, breathless, his big brown doe eyes watery and pleading, and, god, if he didn't sound one hundred percent sincere.

Hawk stood, his hand resting heavy on Tim's head, and tilted Tim's neck back so he was forced to look up. "My beautiful boy," Hawk said, combing his hand through Tim's hair. He edged closer, nudging Tim's knees wide as he stepped between them. "Tell me you wouldn't. Every soul in here would turn and watch. The band would stop playing, just to stare. You'd have a captive audience, a full house."

Tim blinked, his eyes darting around as though just now remembering where he was. He licked his lips unconsciously, his mouth dropping open, and Hawk's lips curled into a pleased smile. "My god, you do like that idea. Someday, I'll take you to a place where we can make that happen."

All at once he dropped Tim's head and stepped back. "Up," he commanded, nodding at Tim. Warily, Tim stood, and Hawk let his eyes drift slowly over the reedy length of him, his disheveled appearance, the loosened tie, the ill-fitting brown tweed— and yes, quite the obvious hard-on, tenting his trousers. "Follow me."

Hawk scanned the room out of habit as he walked, not looking back to make sure Tim was following. Up the curving stairs to the second balcony, past the shadowed alcoves with couples scattered among couches and comfy chairs, onto a narrow walkway along the side that overlooked the main floor. Here, he stopped, sliding back against the wall between two large columns. When Tim looked at him in confusion, Hawk simply nodded wordlessly, directing Tim to his knees with a raised eyebrow and quirk of his lips. Well? the look said.

Tim shuddered visibly, darting a quick glance over his shoulder at the room beyond. They were high enough up that they wouldn't be seen from below, pressed back between the columns, but the low murmurs of people chatting, the clanking silverware, the velvet singing underpinning it all—it was all so present, so whole and sharp. And, as out of the way as this spot was, there was always the possibility that someone could walk directly past. Hawk watched Tim take all this in and then turn back to face him, meeting his eyes before slowly sinking to his knees. God, such a good boy.

Tim moved to take his glasses off, and Hawk interceded. "Leave them on," he said, cupping Tim's cheek. "I want you able to see me. Want you to see how hot you make me. All for you, Skippy."

Tim's eyes fluttered like they wanted to close, but he kept looking at Hawk as he worked open Hawk's trousers and pulled him out. His mouth dropped open and his eyes finally closed as he dove in, but Hawk let it slide, the warm wet shock of Tim's mouth too heady to do anything but react. God, his mouth. Inexpert but so enthusiastic. And getting better every time. Sometimes Hawk took his boy's head in both hands, fucked his mouth until he gagged, tears streaming from his eyes and drool from his mouth. Tonight, he made Tim do all the work, one thumb reverently stroking Tim's cheek as his other hand rested heavy on his head. Not pressing, not directing. Just— a reminder.

He tilted Tim's head back until his cock popped out of the boy's mouth, just to see Tim's lips swollen shiny wet and his lust-fogged gaze as he met Hawk's eyes. Tim gave a slow, deliberate lick up Hawk's length, all while maintaining eye contact, and Hawk shook his head, absurdly pleased. "That's it," he growled, low enough to reach Tim's ears alone. He ran his hand commandingly through Tim's hair. That gorgeous thick untamable mop of hair. "Show me how much you want this." Tim dove in again, and Hawk groaned. "Enough to get on your knees in a crowded public bar, huh. You hear them, don't you. Blissfully unaware of all the depravity happening right above their heads."

A minute more of the glorious sucking heat had Hawk spasming, clutching his boy's head and holding him close as Tim swallowed and swallowed around him. God. God. Who needed church when you had worship like this?

Hawk sank heavily against the wall. Tim, still kneeling, sat back on his haunches, hands resting on his splayed knees, his head hanging low. Hawk reached out with one finger, lifting his boy's chin. The look on Tim's face took his breath away. Not guilty, or regretful, as Hawk had supposed, but sublime. Reverent. Tears shining in his eyes and adoration on his face, and all at once Hawk felt the duty of care rock into him like a sledgehammer. He'd gotten in way over his head. Such delicacy of care, wanting not to shatter this beautiful precious fragile perfect boy. Too late. Far too late.

"C'mere," he said softly, nudging Tim's chin up. Tim got to his feet, shaky, and Hawk pulled him in and turned them around so Tim could lean back against the wall as Hawk licked into his open, soft, willing mouth, drinking down the taste of himself as if they had all the time in the world, until the taste was long gone and there was only Tim, his boy, his Skippy.

Slowly he pulled back. He waited for the fog in Tim's eyes to clear before reaching down between them, gripping Tim's cock firmly through his trousers. "Bet you'd like me to do something about this, huh?" he said, his voice barely a murmur. Tim keened, mouth dropping open as he leaned in to be kissed. Hawk indulged him for a moment before pulling back, releasing Tim's cock to grab both shoulders instead, pushing Tim upright and putting a few inches of space between them.

"Well, I'm not going to," he continued. "And you're not going to either. I want you wanting. Be a good boy for me?" He'd meant it to come out a command, but instead it turned soft and questioning. It made him uncomfortable. He didn't like the vulnerability running both ways.

But Tim, glorious empathetic Tim, who always, painfully, seemed to hear the undercurrents beneath Hawk's words despite Hawk doing his best to hide them, said simply, "I will. For you. For you, Hawk. I will." And leaned forward through Hawk's resisting arms to kiss him again.

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beyondxmeasure · 3 months

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there is no sin in what you & I just did

The burden of guilt weighs heavily on Tim for what he's about to do, but for now, he sets aside any conflicting feelings where God and Hawkins Fuller are concerned, along with the cross around his neck.

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#fellow travelers fics #double drabble #hawk x tim #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #cyantific fics

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promiseyouwillwrite · 2 months

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A fix-it fic rec for "fix-it March"

@fellow-travelers-events

gold-skinned, eager baby

by @lispenard-street

It all starts with a postcard. A postcard, followed by late night phone calls; long evenings spent pacing the creaky floors of a newly-rented San Francisco apartment. More phone calls, more pacing. Tim picks up the postcard. He puts it down. He worries it between his fingers, then in the same breath vows to burn it and never think of it again. Hawk calls, and Tim answers. A postcard turns into a plane ticket, which turns into a ten dollar bill, fare for a ferry ride. It starts with a postcard. Everything else is on Tim.

#fellow travelers fics #fellow travelers fic recs #promiseyouwillwrite #fellow travelers #hawk x tim #tim x hawk #fills #fix-it march #ft march fix-it

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fellowstraveling · 2 months

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Calling All Fellower Travelers Fic Writers: Pt.2

(More Tim x Hawk Prompts )

14. Hawk & Tim Drunk Sex

15. Hawk & Tim Shower Sex

16. Hawk Coming Over For Dinner With Tim's Family

17. Hawk Spanking Tim

18. Tim & Hawk Get Their 1st Apartment Together

19. Tim & Hawk cooking dinner together

20. Tim & Hawk Movie Date

21. Tim & Hawk Phone Sex

22. Grandpa Tim & Grandpa Hawk taking the grandkids to play at the Park

23. [Completely Self Indulgent Tim & Hawk Fic I Really Wanna Read 👀]

Tim comes to realize he doesn't need God or McCarthy, etc. He has Hawk. Hawk is who he can give his all, love, and devotion too. Tim realizes that Hawk is a God Among Men.

#fellow travelers #hawk x tim #hawk x skippy #fellow travelers fics #fellow travelers fic prompts #how do I submit fic prompt ideas?#do i need to create a ao3 account?#can i submit freely without an account?

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in-our-special-place · 30 days

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@fellow-travelers-events and @fellow-travelers-fic-recs

Written for Angstpril I'm using the prompt "I'll just drink until I'm dead."

#fellow travelers #hawk x tim #hawk x skippy #tim x hawk #skippy x hawk #jonathan bailey #matt bomer #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #FT Angstpril #fellow travelers fics #a03 writer #a03 fanfic #a03 fic

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buckartpail · 2 months

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I bookified @justaboot 's Dear Fellow Traveler and my stars was it fun. It turned out so good as well and i could not be happier with the result!

#justaboot #fanfic binding #bucket art #dear fellow traveler fic #ducktales 2017

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hippolotamus · 5 months

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✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

Words and Fics

106,205 words published to ao3

2 fandoms (9-1-1 and Schitt's Creek)

Most recent drop: it's tempawrary (SC | 3.2k | Teen)

Longest fic: Whatever may come (your heart I will choose) (Buddie | 77.4k | Mature)

Top Fics by Kudos

for the record (Buddie | 2.4k | T)

I know all your secrets (SC | 4.7k | E)

if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) (Buddie | 3.2k | T)

Whatever may come (Buddie | 77.4k | M)

all in the Jee-tails (Married Buddie | 4.5k | T)

My fandom fic events in 2023

One entry for @911ficletsnotnovels (Madney)

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

well, what I hope to achieve in 2024 anyway... let's not get too crazy

finish and publish:

praying to god one day you'll be mine - Buddie oneshot(?) 9 y/o Eddie asks his best friend in the world, Evan, on a date with the encouragement of Tia Pepa. After, the Diaz parents shame the hell out of him for it. As an adult Eddie really wants to ask Buck out but has to overcome all of his childhood queer grief to do so. (okay maybe I'm being optimistic about this being a oneshot... god knows I can't shut up when it comes to queer feels and grief)

come close (let me be home) - a Buddie Bridgerton au with Eddie as Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and Buck as Kate Sharma overseeing Maddie finding a new husband.

you're where i wanna go - Buddie historical au that is set mostly in the 1900's with some travels back to 1899, and forward to 1969. Buck and (single, childless, never been married) Eddie meet in 1899 when Buck is traveling after Maddie leaves. They are later separated and Buck marries Lucy (for reasons that have nothing to do with love and everything to do with queerplatonic goodness). Years later Eddie returns with Christopher...

with my heart in my lap - Twylexis historical au. Alexis and Twyla get together in August 1939, just before Canada enters WWII. Alexis leaves for college but returns almost immediately because teachers, students, etc have left the school to join the war. When she comes home Twyla isn't there. Alexis goes traveling around and ultimately lands in New York. While browsing a junk shop she comes across a necklace she gave to Twyla when they got together and begins a search to find her lost love.

And if I’m super lucky/ambitious

the darkest fairytale - Buddie magic au with witch!Eddie and cat familiar!Buck

run to the water (and find me there) - Buddie au. Kid Eddie is saved by merperson!Buck after a wave knocks him under the water. They reconnect when Eddie moves to LA as an adult.

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#apparently i’m in my *separate and reunite them* era #3 fandoms if you count the sprinkle of tumblr words for fellow travelers #*damn* i sure do love parens in titles #writing gods give me strength to finish these wips #fic writing review 2023 #hippo writes #sc fic #buddie fic

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iwan-out · 6 months

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fellow travellers evokes in me that very specific feeling of reading a 50k ao3 historical au smut angst (tw: homophobia) as a 14 year old and thinking i have encountered deep literature more should read and few would understand

#i say that with love. it’s a good show but the jumps dramatic speeches and mood swings the constant fighting the secks it just reminds #me of that telenovela quality of destiel vietnam fics #i will watch the whole thing though #fellow travelers

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deputy-buck · 1 month

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RIP Tim Laughlin, you would have loved Ao3

#HE WOULD READ SMUT FICS AND CRANK IT-#tim laughlin #fellow travelers #ao3 #buck brawls

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lispenardst · 2 months

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gold-skinned, eager baby | Hawk/Tim | 10k | E

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 #oh god here we go #at long last here it is #my first tentative foray into ft fic #this is the first thing i’ve written in a long time #posting it is fucking terrifying #i feel vulnerable and exposed #this is for my pals in the ft discord #i love being insane with you all #i hope you don’t hate it #ft valentine’s day #unintentionally fits the ‘caretaking’ prompt so lets go with that #my fic #fellow travelers fic #writing

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fellow-travelers-fic-recs · 3 months

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Fellow Travelers Fic Recs - Top Rated Fics (by hits and kudos on Ao3)

Be sure to show the authors some love and appreciation with kudos and comments on the fics you enjoyed!

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🟪 sacred word, bind me by @brokendrums // brokendrums [E, 8K] Tim takes a vow of silence, Hawk vows to break it.

🟪 we are tragically meant to be by @fuddlewuddle // fuddlewuddle [E, 1.5K] He looks softer in his sleep, Hawk muses; fingertips lightly skimming over the ridge of Tim’s cheek bone, the curve of his ear feeling the small indent from where the frames of his spectacles rest whenever he’s awake. Part 1 of fellow travelers

🟪 feeding on chaos and living in sin by @fuddlewuddle // fuddlewuddle [E, 2K] Tim doesn't expect Hawk to call. And even when he does, the call doesn't go as Tim expects. But then he should probably stop trying to predict what Hawkins Fuller will do. Part 2 of fellow travelers

🟪 more. by @redmyeyes // redmyeyes [E, 1.8K] "You would drop to your knees and blow me right here if I told you to," Hawk said, marveling at the realization. Part 2 of Fellow Travelers * *Red has their own series, not to be confused with fuddlewuddle's series of the same name. Two different series'--same name!

🟪 I'd walk a thousand miles without my shoes to make it work by @fuddlewuddle // fuddlewuddle [E, 1.5K] The strip of milk on Tim’s top lip gives Hawk ideas. Part 3 of Fellow Travelers

🟪 all through the midnight. by southernkiss [E, 9K] Hawk's eyes burned with lust and something dark, something that both terrified and excited Tim.

🟪 teacher's pet by @ascandalinpink // ascandalinpink [E, 10K, WIP] Tim’s first class for today is his first class ever in this particular elective. It’s a foreign affairs course taught by professor Fuller, whom Tim has never met, but he’s heard about him. All high praise, which leaves this course highly sought after.

As the professor enters the classroom and the chatter around him dies down, Tim understands perhaps why this course is so popular. And it might have nothing to do with the curriculum itself.

Or, Tim starts sleeping with and develops feelings for his college professor.

🟪 have you ever? by Cozy_coffee [M, 1.4K] “Has anyone ever licked that cute little ass of yours?”

A fic in which a bold Hawk introduces a somewhat shy Tim to the pleasures of rimming.

🟪 a joy, hard learned by @partialresonance // partialresonance [E, 12K, WIP] Tim and Hawk get snowed in together.

Later, Tim comes back from the war a changed man.

🟪 perhaps, perhaps, perhaps it's real by drabbleswabbles [NR, 16K, WIP] And then it happened. The metallic screech of the gate, the shuffle of men stepping out beyond the prison walls. And suddenly there he was. His hair was shorter than he’d ever seen it. And his glasses were different. But it was him. Their eyes met. Tim stared at him in wide-eyed shock before recognition melted his features into a confused outrage.

Basically a fix-it in which Hawk finds himself back in the early 70s.

🟪 sweet by Kimora_V [M, 1.4K] Tim noticed how Hawk is being sweet lately.

Or, what happened before the cuddle scene in episode 5.

🟪 this spells love by Cozy_coffee [M, 540] When Hawk gently cups his cheek and calls him ‘my beautiful boy’ and looks at him with nothing but pure, everlasting love, that is all Tim’s heart needed in this tender moment.

🟪 flame trees by @waterlilyrose // WaterlilyRose [G, 1K] (“I received a package from Marcus a few days later. It had been sent by Tim. I thought that Tim’s last gift (and a gentle fuck you to me) was that paperweight. But no...”

“What did he send?” Kimberley asked gently. Her father had looked at her and almost seemed ready to tell her… but then he closed his mouth.

“More than I deserved” was all the answer he gave. Kimberley wondered if he would even be Hawkins Fuller anymore if he didn’t have some secrets.)

Or, Hawk keeps Tim's final parting gift close as he faces his mortality.

🟪 lost somewhere by @trainofcommand // anagrrl [E, 1K] Humming to himself a little, fingers digging into his palms briefly, Tim leans forward.

🟪 together, here and now by Kimora_V [NR, 1.8K] Hawk and Tim are happy, set in the modern day. Because I am just tired of sad stories all the time.

🟪 love by ikharys [E, 1.8K] "It's going to be okay," Hawk whispers.

Something in Tim's eyes makes it clear that he doesn't believe it, but he's not willing to argue.

Or, the cabin scene, but a little different.

🟪 mad about the boy by @redmyeyes redmyeyes [E, 2.8K] “Tell me,” Hawk said, tilting Tim’s head back to give his forehead a quick kiss, “what does my boy want for his birthday?”

“Am I still? Your boy?” Part 3 of Fellow Travelers

🟪 you're my religion by anonymous [E, 956] After Tim and Hawk’s conversation on the bench, Tim does go to Church, and eventually finds that Hawk has attended the same mass.

Things go awry in the chapel.

🟪 i want you to fuck me by @carnivalrow // nightfall_in_winter [E, 2K] THAT scene from Episode 8 but slightly different. :) Chapter 1 is Hawk's POV, Chapter 2 is Tim's POV.

🟪 who do you belong to? by mrschesapeakeripper [E, 2.5K] “That’s my good boy.” All those years later, and the praise still made him blush.

Or, the missing scene from the mutual masturbation episode. None of that "no touching" nonsense.

#ftficrecs #fellow travelers fic recs #top rated fics #ftfics top rated fics #fellow travelers #fellow travelers fics #tim x hawk #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #signal boost #ftfics collections #ftfics jan24

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redmyeyes · 3 months

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the gold of the dusk and the dawn

for @fellow-travelers-events Valentine's event: love language

The restaurant was dazzling. Tim could hardly breathe as he took in the spectacle—intimate lighting, candles and a single rose on every table, dozens of happy couples dressed to the nines and gazing adoringly at their partners. And were they to be one of them? It seemed unreal. He stood to the side as Hawk spoke to the maître d', trying to look broken-hearted, as Hawk had instructed. They spoke in murmured voices, but Tim caught the words “nephew” and “ended the engagement” and “table in the back, away from all the happy couples”, all delivered with Hawk’s easy charm.

They were escorted to a sectioned-off area that held only a handful of tables—a few couples and two parties of four. The room was able to be closed off entirely to host private functions, but the two sets of double French doors currently stood open to the main floor, making the space feel both inclusive and secluded at once. Quieter back here as well, away from the buzzing chatter of the tightly packed tables out front, and Tim let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Their table was set against the back wall of exposed stone, and between that and the flickering candlelight, it felt to Tim as though he were in a cozy mountain hideaway.

He threw Hawk an incredulous look across the table, too stunned to speak, and Hawk’s lips curled into a pleased smile, his eyes locked on Tim as he fished cigarettes from his inner jacket pocket. “Let’s see if we can do better this time, huh?”

Tim huffed out a laugh despite himself. Their last attempt at a public dinner together had been one of the most painful experiences of his life, not to mention humiliating, as he’d stormed out of the restaurant in tears. He seemed to do that a lot, where Hawk was concerned. The night hadn’t ended badly at all though. Tim flushed, remembering tied hands, overwhelming sensation, and tenderness, afterwards. Hawk smirked, as though he could read Tim’s thoughts, and took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing out plumes of smoke with a smile.

“How did you even— Hawk— what are we doing here?”

“Who says men can’t have dinner together, right?”

“On Valentine’s Day?”

Hawk grinned. “Is it Valentine’s Day? I didn’t realize.”

#ft valentine's day #fellow travelers #believe or not this is actually not the beginning #although reading it now it probably should be #redrites #ftfic #fellow travelers fics

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