#very into the idea of a casefic
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sam's the kind of guy to have his head secured to his neck by a mysterious ribbon which he never takes off and won't ever talk about. to be honest.
#spn#very into the idea of a casefic#where they go on a hunt to retrieve a cursed ribbon that's fallen into the wrong hands and is causing havoc#but then in some freak accident right after they find it-- sam's head gets severed. maybe not all but /most/ of the way off#and in a moment of panicked desperation dean wraps the ribbon around the gaping mangled wound and pulls it tight#and just like that sam is fine! perfectly fine. he gets up covered in his own blood and is like. dean what the hell is around my neck#anyway then they have to figure out how to deal with sam's head being attached to his body via a cursed object that they know nothing about#all the while sam gets to walk around wearing a soft dark ribbon that accentuates his neck so nicely :)#txt
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All Time Favs
I began reading fanfic in my teens during the original run of the show. There were lonnng breaks from it, but coming back to the fandom in 2017 reignited my interest. I now keep a spreadsheet as well as a "to read" list. I already have almost 600 logged (not including 5 years), so I wanted to share my top favorites. Divided into my 4 favorite genres (AU, casefic, angst + romance, and smut + romance) and in no particular order...
*Alternate Universe*
I used to wonder why someone would choose to read AU. Then I read one of these and was completely blown away.
Katherine of Ireland by Jenna Tooms (gossamer)
Katherine, princess of Ireland is married to Walter, king of Angora. When Walter is killed during battle, Katherine is taken by the enemy, FitzJames. William is FitzJames right hand. When FitzJames orders her to be beaten (even after discovering her pregnancy) William devises a plan to save her, heal her and get her back to Ireland. Will William always be seen as the enemy or will Katherine come to see him for who he truly is?
By the dim and flaring lamps by @sunflowerseedsandscience (ao3)
Civil war AU’s are my jam and this was one of the first ones I read. When Mulder discovers (disguised boy) Scully bathing in a waterfall by darkness and realizes what he is dealing with will remain etched in my brain forever.
In darkness by DKSculder (ao3)
What if Scully was married to Daniel? What if Daniel was a serial killer? What if Mulder was a VCU agent still? This is an unfinished work, but the idea is unlike any other I’ve come across.
Blinded by the white light by DashaK (ao3)
Need I say more? When Mulder and Scully find each other after colonization, will they remember each other and will they act on it?
The second side of light by @scapegrace74-blog (ao3)
Oregon Trail. Mulder is leading scully and Melissa across the trail when Melissa dies. They end up getting very close to one another on the journey.
Paracelsus by profuckslove (ao3)
Another amazing civil war AU. When Mulder goes looking for his lost son and comes across a pregnant scully what will happen to them?
Hiareth by profuckslove (gossamer)
Wales 1215. Scully escapes the king by marrying Mulder, the prince of wales. Marriage leads to love and fighting off dangerous men.
Paracosm by @softnow (ao3)
This is an unfinished work. College AU. Mulder has a crush on the library girl, will she return his advances?
A companion unobtrusive by @slippinmickeys (ao3)
A college AU where scully is looking for a roommate and Mulder is looking for a room. Melissa introduces them and the rest is history.
Qui Si by Trixie (gossamer)
After accepting an offer from a gypsy to go back to a life with Samantha in it, Mulder, a child psychologist, helps Scully, a PhD, get over her past.
You he did not fail by extraordinarily_ordinary (ao3)
Scully abruptly leaves TXF after surviving cancer and moves to LA to start anew. She is dating when Mulder is assigned as a profiler to a case she is working and they have to deal with things left undealt with.
Five years and a lifetime by @monikafilefan (ao3)
Mulder is a Peds psychiatrist. Scully is a Peds neurologist. They meet at a conference and have a one night stand. What happens when they come to work together 5 years later and Scully is a single mom?
Amish country by lolabeegood (gossamer)
Mulder and Scully go undercover in Amish country trying to catch a serial rapist while navigating very traditional values and roles.
You and me by lolabeegood (gossamer)
Mulder leaves his wealthy parents to serve under Scully’s father in the military. In order for her to stay safe, fed, and clothed she needs to marry.
The mountain man by aka Jake (gossamer)
Scully is sent from nyc (where she was becoming a doctor) to Montana at her father’s wishes. He wants her to marry a lieutenant under his command and not practice medicine, but she becomes intrigued with a local mountain man.
The countess/the earl by @slippinmickeys (ao3)
When scully is to be married to an old duke in order to save her family from financial ruin, a strange, alluring earl steps in to save her.
*Case*
There is nothing quite like a casefic. It's classic x-files and I am here for it. Writers in this fandom are so talented with their abilities to create a fic that rivals/trumps actual episodes.
Perchitor by @aloysiavirgata (ao3)
A little girl goes missing in the mountains with the superstition of Jenny Greenteeth to blame. Mulder and Scully investigate while navigating a new physical relationship.
Omens by @lepus-arcticus (ao3)
I read this one as a WIP and was anxiously checking for an update every night. There were several lines in this fic that made me gasp. Cancer arc angst. Give me it alllll.
XII by fragilevixen (ao3)
A killer that romanticizes every victim. His next target? Guess who. *coughSCULLYcough*
Hearts desire by malibusunset (ao3)
While in a small town scully runs into an old BF and starts wondering why she doesn’t prioritize her dating. She decides to go for it. The author makes me like Scully’s old flame. That says something. When the MSR convo finally does come, I thought I’d die from the slow burn.
Resurgam by opheila_interrupted (ao3)
One of the most xfiles like cases I have ever read. Remains unsolved at the end and has our agents investigating ghosts near Mulder’s hometown while dealing with their own (Emily & Teena).
Universal invariants/laws of motion by @syntax6
Scully is engaged to Ethan throughout the first season while her and Mulder’s relationship is deepening and then consummated right before she is abducted. How do two guys in love handle Scully’s abduction and what happens when she is returned?
All the way home/head over heels by @syntax6
Mulder is pulled into a past unsolved VCU case of a killer with a shoe fetish while navigating a new physical relationship with scully. When scully is targeted, Mulder has to gamble with his personal feelings while working to find the killer.
Queens gambit by Suzanne Schramm (gossamer)
Under Kersh, Mulder and Scully are assigned to a VCU case Mulder worked in Utah in 89’. The killer was put to death and then revenge began. Local mines and children involved.
*angst + romance*
This is my crux. Angst in any way, shape, or form. Add in some slow burn/ust and finally the rst *chefs kiss* particularly fond of Ethan fics and cancer arc.
Contact high by penumbra (gossamer)
Still feeling the residual effects of the spores post field trip, our agents try out Mulder’s new waterbed.
Early on by @sunflowerseedsandscience (ao3)
10 vignettes set during season 1. Our baby agents are becoming close, but Ethan is still around. How does scully navigate her relationship with Ethan while working with Mulder?
Center Mass by @kateyes224 (ao3)
Another Ethan fic set in season 1. Mulder and Scully make an effort to get to know one another… in more ways than one. And when Mulder gets aroused at Scully’s marksmanship it’s all over for me.
One blue line by sarie_fairy (ao3)
IVF arc. Scully is defeated by a negative pregnancy test. When Mulder tries to comfort her, she suggests having sex. I just remember wondering if I was reading or actually doing the act myself considering how detailed it was.
Salt by anjou (gossamer)
I remember reading this and being like WTF is happening to only have it all make sense at the end leaving me speechless.
Triptych by @iconicscullyoutfits (ao3)
My favorite FTF, post bee, how the f*ck did they get out of anarctica fic.
Snowbound by malibusunset (gossamer)
After missing their flight and being snowed in their rental on the side of the road, discussions lead to their relationship. Once they’re recused they are put up in an inn with 1 room. Dun, dun, dunnnn.
The ache by @storybycorey (ao3)
1999 Mulder has a visit with 2015 Mulder to urge him to get help with his depression and not lose scully.
Love bites by living_underground (ao3)
A review of vampirism cases throughout the years. Hickeys from Ed. Love bites from Mulder.
Goshen by bonetree (ao3)
Mulder and Scully are in a car accident where their car can’t be seen. Major injuries lead to near death experiences and visions of Emily.
All that our senses can perceive by wonderland (ao3)
Mulder’s POV looking over Scully’s transformation from girl to woman and how all of his senses perceive her.
Caught in the Act I by parrotfish (gossamer)
Although the whole series is amazing, the first part is my favorite. I love when scully lays into the review panel about being sexist.
The things she carries by @edierone (ao3)
One of my favorite cancer arc fics. When Mulder confronts Scully 3 years later on the porch I literally stopped breathing.
Red valerian series by dashakay (ao3)
Scully looks to skinner for comfort during a grueling case, starting a 6 month affair. Will scully ever love him or will the buried truth prevail?
Sex and Loathing by malibusunset (ao3)
Scully takes a drunk Mulder home after Roche. He makes a move and they have terrible sex. After 2 years of poking at each other they face things head on after Mulder almost dies in PBV.
Snakebitten by @onpaperfirst (ao3)
Set throughout season 5. My favorite season. Say no more.
Five years and one night by Shalimar (gossamer)
When Scully transfers to LA and Mulder finds more babies like Emily, can they work together again to get to the bottom of this conspiracy?
The letter by Shalimar (gossamer)
Post TFWID, scully goes searching for more clues to her and Mulder’s past lives when she comes across a letter in a local Apison museum she sent to Mulder.
*smut + romance*
It's hard to have just smut when it comes to MSR, am I right? these two idiots are so in love that my smut category must also be romantic.
Undercover swing by 2momsmakearight (ao3)
What if Mulder and Scully go undercover as a married couple interested in swinging? Can they both keep their jealously in check?
Be kind, rewind by OnlyTheInevitable (ao3)
To help catch a suspect, skinner requests our agents watch porn together. While watching, conversation leads to critiques about the performance and comments about personal preferences.
Girl 77 by mojo
A stripper is found dead with Mulder’s card on her. She looks exactly like Scully. Scully notices and confronts Mulder about it.
Dropped call series by @phillippadgettwrites (ao3)
Phone sex, but make it “not them”
December 31, 1984 by @phillippadgettwrites (ao3)
When Mulder saves an unimpressed scully from some jerk on NYE, they end up at her apartment having a one night stand.
Damsels by @sisterspooky1013 (ao3)
Scully is sent undercover as a stripper to find a missing woman. Mulder is kept in the dark regarding her case, but pieces together where she is and what she’s doing and sets out to find her.
The Shirt by Audrey Roget (gossamer)
Skinner reconciles with Sharon leading to a vow renewal celebration. Skinner asks mulder and Scully to stand with him as his best agents. After slow dancing together, mulder bolts out of the celebration before scully catches the bridal bouquet and he crosses a line. When they end up in an accident while driving in a storm, things come to a head in an Elvis inspired motel suite out in the middle of nowhere PA.
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Kingsman 2 fic: Stay Close to Me
Happy @pedrostories Secret Santa day, y'all 💃 I was thrilled when I received my assignment and saw that I'd be writing for my sweet friend @iamskyereads 😁 Skye, I hope you have a merry Christmas and I hope this little story helps make it bright. (Okay a quick note: generally speaking I don't believe in apologizing for your writing, but I do feel like a small apology is merited here. Halfway through writing this fic I started to panic because I felt like I wasn't really meeting the brief of your prompt 😬 I started wondering if I should start over from scratch but I was already too far into it. I accidentally wrote you... a case fic???? With a smidgen of romance sprinkled in. I'm sorry! Despite my stress over that realization I did have a lot of fun writing this and I hope you will enjoy it anyway!)
Title: Stay Close to Me
Pairing: Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels)/f!Reader
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 5.3k
Content/warnings: Fake/undercover marriage! Statesman casefic! A little romance, kissing, coarse language, very mild peril and hurt/comfort, and a splash of alcohol. Reader is a junior agent and has some muscle but otherwise no physical/age descriptions. As with any good Kingsman fic, my first step was to disregard half of canon, so this is either pre-movie or an AU. Unbetaed but thanks as ever to @fleetwoodmactshirt and @mourningbirds1 for their hand-holding ❤️ Please let me know if you spot any typos/mistakes.
The Statesman offices are housed in a sleek highrise in Midtown, a 40-minute commute from your tiny apartment. To anyone who asks, you work in the marketing department, and you’ve learned enough by now to drone on about synergistic strategies for diversifying market shares to bore anyone listening, but to those in the know, behind passcode-guarded doors, you’re Agent Violette, junior analyst for the private intelligence agency hidden behind the national whiskey brand.
For a secret spy job, your work is actually fairly routine. Most of your time is spent doing research and compiling intel for agents working out in the field. Occasionally your boss sends you into the field yourself—little baby excursions to get your feet wet—and you won’t pretend you haven’t enjoyed the thrill. But your desk job is comfortable, and satisfying, and you’ve got no complaints.
It’s Wednesday, and the only sign something out of the ordinary may be taking place is the note you find on your desk when you clock in. It takes only a little of your codebreaking expertise to interpret:
9:15 AM—mtg w/ Agt. C rm 806
Room 806 is a teleconference room furnished with a small table and a handful of chairs. One seat is occupied when you get there.
Agent Whiskey raises an eyebrow at you from under his cowboy hat. The accessory is so out of place in the urban streets of New York City that when you’d first met him you’d wondered if it was an affectation—a marketing ploy to signal the authenticity of the Kentucky bourbon your company sells on the side. But while you haven’t worked closely with him, you’d quickly learned it seems he’s just… like that.
He slides a folder towards you and you accept it as you take a seat and don your glasses.
“Any idea what this is about?” he asks.
You shake your head. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the comms switch on and Agent Champagne appears across the table before you, via the technological wonder that is your projection spectacles. More high-tech and more secure than Zoom, they’re one of the many things that sets Statesman apart from lesser spy agencies.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Whiskey straighten up slightly in his chair.
“Jack!” Agent Champagne greets him. “How was Munich?”
“All good, sir,” he drawls. “You’ll have the full report this afternoon.”
“Very good,” the older man rumbles. He turns his attention to you. “And Agent, uh—” His eyes shift down to the notes on his desk. “Agent Violette. Good to have you on board.”
You’ve worked at Statesman for three years, but you’re still too low on the org chart to have landed on the director’s radar before this. He says your code name like vie-oh-let instead of the French pronunciation you prefer, but there’s an affability to him that makes it go over easier.
“Thank you, sir.”
“So, California,” he says, diving into the brief. Whiskey opens his file folder and you follow suit. The top page features a short itinerary and a character profile that you quickly learn is a new undercover alias. Violet Davenport. You like the name. She sounds high society. Glancing over to Whiskey’s file, you spot his alias and your brows raise involuntarily.
Johnny Davenport.
Hm.
“Vineyard owner out there is concerned about a potential theft. He’s received some threats and needs a couple of bodies on the ground to sniff out the trouble,” Agent Champagne states.
“Theft of what, exactly?” Agent Whiskey asks.
“Wine. Money. The usual. He’s got his personal wine collection stored on the premises. You know the business—some of those bottles are worth a pretty penny. Mr. Peterson—that’s the client—says he has a list of suspects for you to look at.” Champ waves a hand, looking vaguely unimpressed. “Obviously you’ll have to use your own judgment on whether any of his theories check out.”
“Sir, I don’t understand why I’m being sent on such a simple assignment,” Whiskey says. “No disrespect,” he adds belatedly, glancing at you. You give him your politest go-along-to-get-along smile.
Champ looks like he’s torn between amusement or annoyance at Agent Whiskey’s attitude.
“Same reason for anything, Jack. Politics. This client has close connections in the state government over there. If we can solve this simple problem for him, it may just lead to more prestigious cases. Ones you’ll feel are worthy of your valuable time.”
Jack should look chastened, but he doesn’t. He does stop arguing, though.
“I need a senior agent on the case. And Violet’s supervisor assures me she’s got the research and fieldwork skills to step up on this one. Your cover is a married couple on an anniversary trip, so I’m basically sending you on a paid vacation, here. There’s more information in the files you’ve got.”
Whiskey flips through the pages half-heartedly and gives a curt nod.
“Well!” Agent Champagne slaps his hands on the table decisively. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mazel tov!” With that he ends the transmission.
And that’s how you find yourself at the airport Friday morning with a diamond ring on your left hand and a disgruntled cowboy by your side.
The flight lands in San Francisco without incident, and Jack shifts into doting husband mode as you head to pick up the rental car the agency has reserved. He reaches for your suitcase to load it into the trunk.
“Let me get that for you, sweetheart.”
You give him a saccharine-sweet smile. “I’ve got it, hon.”
You lift the heavy bag with ease and watch his mouth purse for a second before he smiles back.
“I guess my baby’s stronger than she looks.”
The bored-looking attendant sees you off and Jack has you punch in the GPS destination while he eases into the busy freeway traffic. He’s a confident, slightly impatient driver, but you see him relax once you’re over the bridge and sailing smoothly north on Interstate 80.
“So what’s our game plan?” he asks as highway signs for Napa begin to appear, and you reach for your notebook and flip it open.
There’s only one bed.
You probably should have done the math on this as soon as Agent Champagne declared you a married couple, but in the whirlwind of arranging to leave town and the anxiety of stepping into your biggest field operation to date, it hadn’t occurred to you to worry about the precise nature of your accommodations.
Jack sets his bags down and flops onto the bed, letting the soles of his cowboy boots dangle off the end. It’s an exaggerated display of exhaustion, but you’re tired too after a seven-hour flight and another two hours in the car. His lanky body takes up the whole length of the bed and you try not to let your eyes linger as you contemplate the sleeping arrangements.
He picks up on your hesitation.
“This is where I’m supposed to do the gentlemanly thing and let you have the bed all to yourself, huh? Sorry, sister, not gonna happen.” His tone softens. “But I promise I don’t bite. There’s no reason we can’t share.”
The only couch in the room is a small, overstuffed loveseat that you can tell at a glance neither of you would enjoy reclining on for long. So you do the mature thing and agree to sleep with him.
Not like that.
Bill Peterson, the agency’s client, is one of those people who claim to be easygoing while in reality they exude nonstop nervous energy.
“I know exactly who it is,” he tells you in a hushed voice. You and Jack are in his office, under the guise of a private tour of the winery. Peterson has been going over what you already know from the file: that he has a high-value collection of wine held on the estate, as well as a hard drive storing what he’ll only describe as “sensitive” material; that he’s received several vague threats recently; and that with the hustle and bustle of harvest season upon them, he’s concerned his regular security won’t be sufficient to stop the would-be thieves.
“Oh?” you say. “Well, that will be very helpful, Mr. Peterson.”
“Okay,” he amends. “Maybe not exactly, but I can give you a list. Of suspects.”
“We’ve seen the list,” Jack tells him. “But what is it that makes you suspect these folks in particular?”
“They’re mostly other winery owners,” Peterson says. “Everyone on that list was present at a party I attended a few months ago where I—let slip some details about my collection. It was only after that the letters started.”
You and Jack exchange a glance. You’re both wondering if “let slip” isn’t code for “bragged loudly.”
“Is there a reason you haven’t gone to the police?” you ask. His eyes narrow.
“I value discretion,” he says tightly. “Anyway—I’m not sure they’d consider the threats actionable.”
“Can we see them?” Jack asks.
“Of course.” He retrieves a small stack from his desk drawer. You and Whiskey put your heads together to pore over them.
They’re all written by one person, in slanted, blocky handwriting.
YOU WILL PAY.
YOU WILL LOSE EVERYTHING.
YOUR EMPIRE WILL CRUMBLE.
WE WILL CRUSH YOU.
“Is there another one?” you check. “There are five envelopes but only four notes.”
Peterson hesitates, then shrugs and shakes his head. He’s lying, but you don’t push it.
“There is one other thing,” he says. “I keep seeing this blue truck—but it’s like he doesn’t want to be spotted. I see it slow down like he’s scoping out the place, but then he speeds off as soon as he sees I’ve noticed. I tried to get the license plate but it was covered in mud.” He scoffs. “We haven’t had any rain in months.”
Jack has him describe the vehicle and where he’s seen it, while you take notes.
“Alright, Mr. Peterson. We’ll be in touch if we have any other questions.”
“Thank you. Oh—here.” He hands you a pair of vouchers for a free wine tasting. “They come with the tour. One thing you should know about Napa—you’ll only really blend in if you’ve got a glass of wine in your hand.”
Jack’s code name is Whiskey for a reason. He’s a spirits man through and through and he doesn’t give the tasting room a second look, ushering you out to get back to your room to regroup. Admittedly, it’s only 10 AM, but you would have enjoyed a few sips of merlot. You’re craning your neck a little to look at the wine list posted by the door—just out of curiosity—when he startles you by taking your hand in his. You look at him. He’s staring ahead, holding your hand like it’s nothing as you walk side by side. Finally, your brain catches up and your nine credits of college acting classes kick in and you plaster a loving smile onto your face, leaning closer.
In the privacy of your little rented cottage, you pull out your notes again to review.
“Peterson is lying about something,” you start. Jack nods distractedly.
“Yeah—listen, before we get into that, I need to ask you. You jumped when I held your hand back there,” he observes.
You feel your face heat with embarrassment. He’s calling you out on your inexperience, the rookie agent who can’t even play-act for a simple assignment. You can do it, you know. Being undercover in the field is just still new to you. He could help you instead of being critical.
“Sorry—”
“It’s my opinion,” he says, with a slight frown, “that a man who doesn’t treat his wife a certain way is no man at all.”
You’re lost, suddenly. “Sorry?”
“What I’m askin’ is, do I have your permission to touch you like you’re my wife when other people are around?”
Oh.
Something about the way he’s worded it makes your stomach do a little flip.
“Oh. Yes. Touch me like…?” You swallow. “Like how, exactly?”
He gives you a steady look.
“Intimately.”
That’s fine. You’re fine with that.
“Right. That’s—” you nod, maybe a little too emphatically. “That’s okay.”
You look down, fingering the pages of your notebook again, trying to refocus on the more analytical side of the job, when another thought occurs to you.
“Are you going to kiss me?” you blurt.
“Shit, Violet, that’s part and parcel of it.”
“It’s Violette,” you tell him with a frown.
“Sorry.”
“Do you even know my real name?”
“Of course I do,” he says. You don’t push it but you also don’t know whether to believe him. He’s shown little interest in working with you this entire week.
Jack takes a step towards you.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says. “So you don’t jump like a rabbit when I do it in public.”
You take a breath. Suck your bottom lip between your teeth involuntarily.
“Okay,” you tell him.
Your eyes fall shut as he leans in. You feel his fingers steadying your chin, tilting your face to meet his, and then his lips touching your mouth, light, tentative—teasing, your mind prompts, and the thought makes you feel flushed again. When you don’t shy away he presses closer and you’re not sure which of you is to blame when your lips part and his tongue brushes yours.
You were expecting it, so you don’t jump, but you feel a little trembly when he pulls away. He doesn’t step back right away—instead, his lips hover over your skin, mustache coarse against your soft cheek, as he tucks his mouth by your ear and quietly, intimately, says your name.
“So you think Peterson is lying,” he says, picking up the thread from before.
“Um,” you say, forcing your brain to switch back to work mode. Your whole body feels warm. “Yes. Don’t you think he seemed shady?”
Jack shrugs. “Call me jaded, I think most people are shady. But I agree with you. He lied about the missing letter. I fuckin’ hate when clients do that. What do you think about the blue truck he saw?”
“I think that could be something.”
You open your laptop and with a few keystrokes you’ve used a Statesman backdoor into the DMV system, where you enter the make, model, and color of the vehicle Peterson had described. There are no matching hits within Napa County, so you expand the search. It’s an unpopular color, so there are only a few dozen matches in the state. None of the owners’ names are on the list of suspects you’ve been given.
“He said he hasn’t seen it around town, only driving by his property. And we don’t know who owns it. So how do we find the car?” you wonder.
Jack is silent for a minute. You watch as a slow smile spreads across his face.
“I have an idea.”
This case originated at Statesman’s Kentucky headquarters, so Agent Ginger Ale is your tech liaison. It’s clear from their dynamic that she and Agent Whiskey have worked together before. Having her voice in your ear is a source of comfort as you carry out Jack’s great idea—which you’re not 100% sure you’re on board with.
“Don’t you need some kind of license to operate this?” you ask tentatively.
“Technically, on paper, he has one,” Ginger offers. “Well, Johnny Davenport does, anyway. As of twenty minutes ago.”
“It’s a balloon and a basket, how complicated could it be,” Jack grouses. This doesn’t exactly raise your confidence.
“Just don’t crash this one, Jack,” she pleads.
“This one?!”
He shakes his head. “You have one helicopter fail on you and they never let you live it down. Don’t listen to Ginger.”
To his credit, Jack pilots the hot air balloon much more smoothly than you’d expected, and after some time you feel yourself relaxing and enjoying the view. It’s early October and the landscape is a mix of green and brown from the last of the summer heat. Tidy rows of grape vines are bordered by houses and larger wineries, copses of trees, and fields dotted with grazing cows. Tiny workers move methodically among the vines, busy harvesting fruit to be pressed and fermented. Through it all, highways and winding roads run alongside the properties, and this is where you refocus your attention.
Ginger has programmed your binoculars to register any vehicles matching the description of the blue truck you’re seeking. You train the lenses on the backroads and driveways, looking for private hiding places it could be stashed.
The whole endeavor feels like a long shot, and you’re just on the verge of suggesting you give up and head back to base when the binocs let out a high-pitched beep of recognition, zooming in on your target.
“Holy shit,” you whisper. “I can’t believe this worked.”
“I told you it would,” Jack says, looking smug. “What is that place?”
Ginger has looked up the coordinates before you have a chance to do it yourself.
“It’s a winery… Double Loop Vineyards. Do you guys know that name?”
You recognize it immediately. The owner is one of the names on Bill Peterson’s list of suspects.
You and Jack exchange a look.
“Guess we’re goin’ wine tasting at Double Loop,” he says, and he turns to start your descent.
The tasting room at Double Loop Vineyards is a large, tastefully decorated space that looks like it was converted from an old barn. It’s all dark wood and ceiling beams, and a bar runs along the back and right side walls. When you and Jack step inside, you’re greeted by a tall young woman with a pixie haircut and striking cheekbones. She’s wearing a name tag that reads Eva.
You settle in front of her at the bar and she pulls out a pair of glasses and pours a splash of white into each to get you started. You take a sip and peruse the small menu on the bartop.
“She’ll have the red flight,” Jack says, “And I’ll just have a glass. Can you recommend me something… full-bodied?”
As he says it he palms your hip suggestively, pulling you to him a little closer. You laugh, mortified but amused despite yourself, and he shoots you a wink.
Eva takes it in stride. “I can offer you a cabernet sauvignon that’s got legs for days.”
“That’ll do me just fine, thank you.”
You’re the only visitors in the tasting room for the moment so you have her undivided attention. She’s skilled at making small talk to keep you charmed and at ease; eventually she asks something more personal.
“So I’m planning to propose to my girlfriend soon,” she tells you. “And I’m trying to figure out how to do it. I’m like crowdsourcing ideas. You two are such a cute couple—can I ask how you got engaged?”
You and Jack exchange a glance and you give him a sweet smile. “You tell it, honey.”
“Well,” he says, keeping his eyes on you for a long moment before he finally looks away to face Eva, “I knew I wanted to marry her, and I had this whole plan in mind. I wanted something special for my Violet so I was going to take her on a trip—my buddy has this little cabin on the most beautiful lake you’ve ever seen—and make her favorite dinner, and sit down with a glass of something nice. And then I was going to present her with this beautiful piece of hand-carved wood that spelled out, Will. You. Marry. Me.”
He pauses to take a sip of his cab while Eva says, “Aww,” and looks at you like, what a sweet partner you have.
“Now the thing is,” he continues, warming up to the story, “as Violet can tell you herself, I have never carved a single thing in my life. And somehow, like a dumbass, I was convinced I could make this plaque and do it perfectly. But it looked just awful. And it was taking me so long trying to get it right I could tell she was starting to wonder if I was stringing her along.”
You shake your head in protest and he laughs. “You were! You’d look at me like, why has this fool not married me yet.”
Eva laughs, too. “So what happened?”
Jack lets out an aggrieved sigh. “What happened was, I caught the flu. Just the most dog-sick, pathetic man, all sweaty with fever and miserable to boot. And Violet never hesitated, she bundled me up and cooked me soup and tolerated my whining and she’d read me to sleep when my eyes couldn’t even focus on the TV. And somewhere in the middle of all that, I thought, I need to hold on to this woman forever, and I asked her right then and there.”
His voice cracks a little on the last sentence and you’re shocked to realize your own eyes are damp with tears. You’re not sure which part, or how much, but something in that story sounded true and it’s left you with a strange sense of heartache. You lift his hand to your mouth and press a kiss across his knuckles, watching his face soften.
“Okay,” Eva says. “So I guess I’ll add ‘get the flu’ to my list of ideas.”
“I don’t recommend it,” Jack tells her, “but I don’t not recommend it.”
As you finish your flight and Eva rings up a couple of bottles you’ve chosen to purchase—you’re not sure if these classify as company expenses, but you enjoyed them enough you’ll pay out of pocket if you must—she asks where else in the wine country you’ve been to so far.
“We spent some time at the winery right next to the place we’re staying—actually, we got to meet the owner there, what was his name, baby?”
You keep your tone casual, but you watch her face as you reply. “Bill Peterson, I think it was?”
Eva’s expression falters, just for a moment, before she recovers and plasters on a polite smile. “They’ve got a great pinot noir over there.”
“Not as good as these,” you tell her, just to see her smile turn genuine.
A tour group walks in just then so you take your leave and step outside into the late afternoon sunshine. When Jack takes your hand this time you let him, and you don’t mind it.
The blue truck is parked out back. You walk along the side of the building, just a pair of happy tourists slightly buzzed on red wine out to take in the view, until you get close enough to make note of the license plate. Back in your own car, you run a search on it and identify the owner: a young man named Lucas Trent. The address on the registration is in Paso Robles, a town 250 miles south of here, but you do some digging and find he’s a vineyard worker at Double Loop.
“So what’s the connection to Peterson?” Jack wonders.
“Look at this.” You point at the screen and he squints. “He’s only been at Double Loop for six months. Before that—”
“He worked for Peterson,” Jack finishes. “So he’s mad about getting fired and wants to get back at his old boss.”
“Maybe,” you say, frowning. “We don’t really know yet. But it’s a theory.”
“It’s a good theory,” he insists.
The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, mulling it over.
“Tell me this, rookie,” he says. “You ever been on a stakeout?”
On your first ever stakeout that evening, you quickly learn a few things:
Stakeouts are cold. Stakeouts are boring. And rental cars are not designed to accommodate them.
You shift uncomfortably for the fifth time in twenty minutes.
“How do we even know he’ll show up tonight?” you ask. In the quiet of the night you keep your voice hushed.
“Call it intuition,” Jack says. You can tell he hates sitting still this long, too, but he’s clearly built up a tolerance for it over the years, because he’s not wriggling around nearly as much as you.
“Can I ask you something?”
He grunts an assent.
“That story about how you proposed—how did you come up with that?”
He pauses.
“I just—made it up,” he says.
“I thought it seemed…” you start. He gives you a sidelong glance. “Never mind. You’re a good improviser.”
After a minute, he says, “I was engaged once. A long time ago.”
“Oh.” You bite your cheek, holding back your questions.
“She died,” he adds. Your heart drops.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Of course,” you say, helplessly.
Never in your life have you been more grateful to see a criminal approaching than when you see the familiar shape of Lucas Trent’s blue truck appear down the road.
“Ha,” Jack says, looking a little less glum. “What’d I tell you. Intuition never fails me.”
You take deep, silent breaths, trying to control your fast-beating heart as you creep behind Jack to follow Lucas inside the building. He’s got a key to Peterson’s winery; he must have stolen it before he left the job, you think. He heads down the hall, past Peterson’s office, and disappears behind a door.
Jack motions for you to wait a moment, listening intently outside the door. You hear nothing but the quiet thump of Lucas’s footsteps, growing fainter until there’s only silence, and finally Jack eases open the door. You’re faced with a short flight of stairs heading down into a cellar. The two of you tiptoe down the stairs.
You nearly bump into Jack at the bottom when he stops dead in his tracks, still hidden in the shadows. Peering around him, you see that Lucas isn’t alone in the room. Bill Peterson is here, too, standing next to a small wooden desk.
“What the fuck do you want?” Bill demands. Lucas stares at him sullenly. “You came here to steal from me, didn’t you? You didn’t think I’d be down here.”
“I just want what’s mine,” the young man growls. “You’re the thief, not me.”
Lucas steps further into the room, toward the back wall. The space is filled with racks of carefully preserved wine bottles—Peterson’s precious collection, you register—and a pile of empty wooden barrels, stacked two high.
“Those bottles are insured,” Peterson calls after him. “You’ll get caught if you try to sell them.”
Lucas says nothing, just continues walking until he reaches the wall. At the back of the cellar, he pushes aside a tapestry to reveal a combination safe embedded in the wall. He glances over his shoulder with a smirk, and punches in the code.
“How the fuck do you know that number?” Peterson roars, finally scared. He rushes past the racks of wine, suddenly worthless compared to whatever is on the flash drive Lucas has just retrieved from the safe. When they start to tussle over it, Jack finally steps in.
“Hey!” he yells, striding into the light. The men look over, startled, and then Peterson looks relieved. He lets go of Lucas, seemingly confident that his hired security will take care of the situation, and retreats to stand next to Jack.
“Get that back from him,” he tells him. Jack gives him a long, unimpressed look, and then turns his focus on Lucas, who’s starting to look slightly panicky now that he’s outnumbered.
“Listen, son. This will all go a lot easier if you just put that back where you found it and walk out of here with me.”
“You don’t understand,” Lucas protests. “He’s stealing from everyone. This is the proof.”
Peterson shifts on his feet, looking guilty. “Bullshit,” he says. “You resent me for being the boss, but I’ve worked for every penny I’ve got.”
Lucas lets out a humorless, disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, you work real hard. You must break a sweat making copies of your accounts so you can lie about the numbers. I bet you have blisters on your hands from shortchanging your workers.”
Jack makes a mistake here—he takes his eyes off the suspect to look at Mr. Peterson in a new light, trying to gauge which of them is telling the truth. And in that split second, to your horror, Lucas hurtles forward and shoves the stacked wine barrels, hard, knocking both Jack and Peterson onto the ground.
You make a mistake, too, and he gets on your case about it afterwards. You let Lucas slip past you in your rush to reach Jack’s side. He looks dazed and angry and his legs are trapped under the hundred-pound barrel. Gathering your strength, you lift it off of him and set it upright, then fall to your knees to check him over.
“Jack! Are you alright?” You feel carefully along his legs, then gently at the back of his head, running your fingers over his scalp to check for bumps or bleeding.
“I’m okay,” he mutters. “I didn’t hit my head.” But he winces as you help him up, and he’s moving a little gingerly when he takes a step. “Might’ve tweaked my ankle,” he admits.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Peterson yells. “You let that little shit get away with my property.”
“Let me ask you this, Mr. Peterson,” Jack growls. “Was it true what he said, about the double accounts?”
“I don’t see how that matters,” he insists angrily. “I hired you to do a job, and I expected a lot better.”
“I’ll tell you why it matters,” Jack tells him. “I don’t work for people who lie to me. Consider the contract dissolved. You can get your ‘property’ back on your own.”
“Actually, you got lucky, Mr. Peterson,” you call back over your shoulder as you help Jack walk over to the stairs. “If we had gotten our hands on that drive, we would have been obligated to turn it over to the IRS. Statesman has connections in the government, too, you know.”
And with that, you leave him sputtering and pale, alone with his precious wine.
It’s 3 AM when you get back to the room. Jack’s ankle isn’t broken, just twisted. You’d made him wait in the car while you stopped at a 24-hour convenience store to get ice on the way, so now you get him tucked into bed with his foot elevated and a baggie of ice draped over his ankle. He’s clearly still peeved over how things went down with Peterson, but he also looks amused watching you play nursemaid for him.
“You know, I’ve been hurt a hell of a lot worse than this before,” he tells you. “I can take care of myself.”
You give him an unimpressed look. “Getting badly injured isn’t the brag you think it is,” you counter. “And… you shouldn’t have to take care of it alone. That’s what I’m here for. I know you think I’m just a rookie, but—for this job, we’re partners, right?”
He’s silent for a beat, but then he nods.
Jack is still awake and waiting for you when you return from the bathroom in your pajamas. As you climb into your side of the bed, he says, “I don’t think you’re just a rookie. You did a good job on this case.”
The room is dark but there’s moonlight streaming in through the window, casting a beam of light across his face on the pillow. He’s looking at you. You look back.
“Thank you,” you tell him finally.
“Thanks for the ice,” he returns. He lets out a sigh as his eyes drift shut, and as you follow suit you feel his hand reach out and intertwine with yours.
“G’night, Violet,” he murmurs.
“Goodnight, Johnny.”
He laughs, and you grin in the dark, and you hold on tight.
#pedrostories#pedrostoriesgift23#jack daniels x reader#agent whiskey x reader#pedro pascal#kingsman fanfiction#my fic#fanfiction
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Fanfics I really liked in August 2023
So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock (-ish).
The Traveller by Calais_Reno @calaisreno
Sherlock works for the ministery as a time traveller in oder to prevent an apocalyptic event happening. But his adversary is a traveller too and when timelines begin to change and mingle one John Watson enters the game.
Great idea and impressive writing!! Everything and every timeline is coherent and guessing how it will evolve (and being proved wrong, LOL) has been a lot of fun and intrigue.
Last Words by PrettyArbitrary and Final Hours by bendingsignpost
“You should die faster,” Sherlock recommends. “We’d both be better off.” Even as a ghost Sherlock remained an obnoxious dick. Very delightful and without angst. Two companion pieces.
The Master of Latham Hall by Kryptaria @kryptaria
A re-read. Awesome ghost story and casefic mix which is very suspenseful. Also, while the story unfolds, parallels between the past and present begin to appear which will lead to much appreciated conclusions.
A Rock, An Island by stopthat
It's that fateful moment in Bart's lab when Sherlock tries to get rid of John via claiming Mrs Hudson is in danger. But this time John notices something's off and things go very differently compared to BBC canon. Thankfully.
Ever the Strange Case by DAngeles @dangeles
A XO fic where Sherlock and John stumble into the multiverse and meet Dr. Strange and Mr. Ross. Shenanigans ensue. So much sassy funny and on point in character dialogue between them. Great!
Fallen series by mamishka 3 fics @the-mamishka
The series follows canon episodes 1-3 closely. However, Sherlock is a fallen angel and a lot of the other characters are supernatural beings as well which gives the storyline a new twist.
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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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ive got (yet another) dghda comic in the works but it is going to take a lot longer than i originally thought to get out. im planning on releasing it in three parts, and i will hopefully be able to get the first part out this week? (if not, then it may be a long long time, im going to be very busy soon😭)
there are so many (amazing!) casefics out there, and i just thought “man i wish someone could make a case comic of sorts”. and as usual when i want something done, i just kinda… do it myself.
anyways, heres a little draft/sketch from the first two panels. todd, dirk, and farah are going undercover to try and prevent a murder - with no idea who the murderer is, or who they plan on killing!
at one point this was going to be an interactive sort of thing… but i simply do not have the time to commit to something like that haha. maybe in a few months or so!
#fingers crossed the first part will be out within this week or the next!#rather excited actually#dghda#comic#my art
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Would be interested in your thoughts on how fandom has changed. I have some ideas (beyond the scope of the recent post about “content” versus community) but t it does feel related at the same time.
Some preliminary thoughts…
I think "this thing is The Best" and "this thing is The Worst" as 2 sides of the same coin, and fandom now feels caught between these 2 extremes, maybe skewing negative. Fans have always complained / disliked their fandom source material but there does seem to be a certain hostility that I don't remember previously. A strange contradiction of anti-fandom fandom, where ppl can strongly dislike something but still engage w/ it fannishly. I think of, say, peak MCU fandom of writing about all the Avengers living together in Stark Tower, or the flurry of fic that happened after The Winter Soldier, and how different that feels from fandom culture now. There’s a lack of sincerity or earnestness in fandom now, maybe.
Fandom has become more of an open community… where everybody sees everybody else's opinions all the time. Theoretically this openness should discourage echo chambers but I find ppl still get entrenched w/in their little groups and then fight & argue with others just as much. Compare tumblr to LJ, where LJ you could have a small group of friends and just talk/write fic within that group and never have to bother w/ seeing other opinions or get involved w/ fanwank. And that the norms for fandom discussion seem to be based around dunking & trash-talking vs. good faith conversations.
Very subjective, but fanfic feels more generic now. Less stylistic creativity than there used to be, and that a lot of fics are written in a certain voice / style that gets bland when you see it over & over again. Shipping also feels like the main way of fandom engagement much more than it used to be. Obvs shipping has always been a thing in fandom but I swear there used to be more genfic, casefic, character studies, etc.
Last thing: the breakdown of the 4th wall between fandom & creators. That kind of audience awareness can, IMO, go on to warp both fandom and the source material, in that fandom can believe they get to tell creators to write they story they want to see, while creators can be reactionary, in the literal sense, with their storytelling, writing a story based on fandom attitudes instead of just... telling the story they want to (either positively, in trying to write to what they think fandom ‘wants,’ or negatively, in going against what the fandom ‘wants’).
#fandom#i do think there's something here around broader changes in internet culture & 'netiquette' to use the old-school term#say how twitter was a medium built for cool dunks on bad opinions and not for genuine discussion
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little game inspired by a year wrap up post by @preseriesdean :) saw posts from @lovetransaction & @imnot-evenhere so here’s mine <3
Rules: list your top 5 creations you made for this year. Creations can include any type of fic, any type of art, webweaves/comparatives, meta/headcanon posts, gifsets/edits, fanvids, playlists - anything that contributed to the fandom. These don't have to be your most popular - just the ones you love best.
kitchen fork samifer fanvid - my first amv type edit! i haven’t edited in a longgg long time but this idea just took me by the throat and screamed to be realized. hell trauma arc is my fav sam plotline hands down and i loveee love love the implications & fan material about it so i wanted to contribute :)
we don’t talk about it (deanjohn) - MY FAV FIC that ive written!! :) i love love love this fic & im super satisfied with how it came out. i experimented with a 2nd POV bc i saw some other deanjohn fics use it and i think it fits perfectly. its also angsty smut which is just soo. ugh. i love angsty smutty deanjohn & i think i created something equally haunting & enticing with this one.
smoke-soaked leather (wincest) - my first spn fic! it’s a slowburn casefic that’s set during s1. i focused on dean’s self worth issues here. i wanted to write in his self harm in a way that’d be canon accurate while also focusing on how its actually serious self injurious behaviour. i think i did a good balancing act here, plus im proud of the case fic it came together nicely uwu
rend apart the flesh of my soul (wincest) - woundfucking smut baybeeee!!!! this is purely hedonistic (but also angsty because of course it is) but its one of my favs. sooo visceral and gut wrenching in a very sexy way. gotta love early szns for its insanity.
closeted transfem dean hc - my ramblings about dean through the series if he was mtf. angsty ending bc in this hc she never does come out or accept herself. i constantly think about this hc and im in the process of writing a fic about it that will hopefully be out next year !!
tagging @sicksam @rottingsam @hellhoundlair @transboysammy :) show me ur stuff!! (and if uve already done this, tag me in the comments so i can see :>)
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Finished Link Click (both seasons and specials) in 2 days and now I have so many fic ideas so here's a list.
Outsider POV of shiguang or shiguangqiao found family. The outsider being Captain Xiao
Outsider POV of post season 2 hurt/comfort. Probably Xu Shanshan/Dong Yi post kidnapping comfort be like "hey where's our friends?" then they found out stuff happens.
Read a couple "Lu Guang didn't survive the stabbing so Cheng Xiaoshi went back to see him one last time". I wanna write Lu Guang's perspective of this, realizing he's about to die and coming in terms to that while also not changing the timeline.
Lu Guang being the youngest getting teased for not being able to legally drink yet.
Casefic. I want to write a pure casefic where I delve into destroying some random OC.
Strong urge to write Captain Xiao leading the very early, somewhat skeptical, supernatural cases division. (drags CXS in front of everyone "go do your sht")
#That's it for now#hey if anyone have done these#or wants to use these#pls send me link#im very interested#link click#shiguang daili ren#cheng xiaoshi#lu guang#qiao ling#shiguang#my fic#if you cant tell#i am obssessed
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NR, E, & M reading since 3/24
Finished
Not Rated:
WZL is Meng Yao's dad, by nirejseki
Prompt: Au where Wen Zhuiliu is Meng yao’s dad instead of JG. Meng Yao is raised in the wen sect, as his son also the idea of the golden-core-snatcher thing being hereditary or not would be fun to explore. It’s be the ultimate dagger-up-the-sleeve move. Meng Yao joins Wen Qing and Ning to study at the Lans sect.
NHS tries to fix things post-Sunshot, by nirejseki
Can you do one where Huisang is upset about the loss of his best friends? After the cloud recesses and the training camp he looked forward to seeing Wei Wuxian and JC again and now they don’t even like each other and WW is so cold now. Maybe they deserve a forced vacation?
Who gave Lan-xiansheng alcohol?!, by HeloSoph (🔒, 6 chapters)
Lan-xiansheng is drunk and certain facts are revealed.
Apparently, Lan-xiansheng is the reason behind the 'alcohol is prohibited in Cloud Recesses' rule...
'Well, you learn something new every day.' Nie Huaisang thinks.
Explicit:
Light the Lantern, Touch the Light, by Sirendipity (🔒)
Rogue cultivator Wei Wuxian is tasked to investigate the haunting of a brothel, where he is tricked into servitude by the cunning madam. Lan Wangji, under the effects of a dangerous curse, enlists the aid of Mo Xuanyu - a prostitute he has yet to learn is dead.
When the two meet, is it coincidence? Or is a conniving force bent on pushing them together?
OR
the sexy casefic one that no one - not even the author - expected to actually contain sex.
Grabbing At Clouds, by Bvbyphoenix (🔒)
Wei Wuxian has been dealing with a recent flair up of intrusive thoughts, and after a very rough night of sleep, Lan WangJi decides to dedicate a day to pampering him and keeping his mind distracted.
Some of that distraction comes in the form of domming him into not thinking so hard.
Mature:
Reclamation, by CordialCoroner (CordialCrow)
After her death at the hands of the Jin, Wen Qing's spirit lingers.
you need to stop seeing right through me, by lanzhandweiying
Wei Wuxian took a step forward, wanting to move away but strong hands held him by the waist and swiftly turned his thin frame around, making him face Lan Zhan’s perfect face.
The two were so close now, bodies touching each other, not even a sliver of space between them.
‘’Lan Zhan’’ Wei Wuxian breathed out.
‘’Wei Ying’’ Lan Zhan whispered back looking at him with an expression he had never wore before.
or a different turn in the forest conversation in episode 25.
Unfinished
Not Rated:
The Trial, by H_Belle
Canon divergence - Cloud Recesses did not burn and the Sunshot Campaign has not yet started.
Amidst the rising tensions in the cultivation world, the Wen Sect announces a special event planned for the next Discussion Conference - a trial of wit, skill and spirit, meant for the sect heirs only. For some reason, Wei Wuxian is asked to assist.
And what was this trial supposed to be, exactly?
To Recall and To Long for, by scallion_pancakes
Its Wei Wuxian's wedding day.
The Jiang family or at least what is left of it should be overjoyed. Yet, Jiang Cheng finds himself looking at his sister shrink further And further into herself.
He had to have a conversation with Lan Wangji.
Explicit:
hold out your hands, by Aminias
Oh no, this is bad. How could he have forgotten Wei Ying's considerate nature? Lan Zhan wants to marry him; technically this isn't their first meeting so Xichen will have to allow it. The characters for Wei Ying's name are written across his cup and Lan Zhan files that information away. It will be important to get the proper spelling of Wei Ying's name right later, he wants no mistakes when they go to the courthouse.
or
Lan Zhan hasn't seen Wei Ying since he gave him his first gay awakening. Now five years later with Wei Ying in front of him he handles it with as much chill as you might assume.
Heart of the Beast, by WaitForTheSnitch
“Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?”
“They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively.
“Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?”
“Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable.
“Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?”
“My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes.
“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.”
Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.
Mature:
But This Time, I Have You, by Lotus_Seed
Lan Wangji follows Wei Wuxian at the siege. They both die and get sent back to the past. This time, Wei Wuxian isn't alone.
Together, they work things out.
To Ride A Stygian Tiger, by Madyamisam
Wei Wuxian changes fate and is wounded while saving Jin Zixuan at the Qiongqi bridge and a great mystery starts to unravel many hidden secrets never known before. While trying to deal with his own increasing madness, seeing threats everywhere in past, present and future, he sets an impossible task to save everyone he ever cared about with his very life and soul.
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Would you consider Jude Law’s approach to Holmes & Watson? He objected to “bromance” as a descriptive for his and RDJ’s Sherlock film, and said why not call it a romance? The interviewer said, “well, you’d have to star in a rom-com first” and Law said “we just did. Did you not see the film?” Toss in a seance + an angry Houdini and I’d buy tickets 🎟😊.
I love that interview :D Jude Law is very good at gently pushing boundaries.
I'd like, for preference, to write a casefic with a romance, but I'm not terribly good at mysteries and as someone in the comments said, romance with a mystery works well, mystery with a romance is not generally as functional. Interesting to see what all people have been saying, in any case. I do very much like the idea of Houdini meeting Holmes; very similar outlooks on life, I think. Hard to pull off a celebrity cameo but it can be done.
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Hey! So I went to check your bookmarks and alas you have none, but what are the chances you would still have Jason Todd fic/author recommendations? Assuming I've read none. Or just any favorite Batman fics?
I'm getting a little overwhelmed with all the different fandom tags and timelines 😅
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So, as someone who is also relatively new-ish to the Batman fandom but binged A LOT of content early on, my best advice is going to be to find your own vibe.
I've been on tumblr since 2012 and wandered through a ton of fandoms- and yet? Batman has bowled me over with it's sheer....in fighting? (This is obviously not like. Voltron-level stuff. Do yall remember tumblr when Voltron was raging?) People are SO SURE their thing is The Correct Thing. Despite the fact that there are a near endless amount of canon permutations. SO MUCH ship discourse, babe.
So, of course, I have many recs, mostly from ships people get mad about.
A good Jason character intro: Give Thanks to Broken Bones by thepartyresponsible. a VERY GOOD Jason, but one the other hand, technically an Avengers fic. Highly readable, maybe doesn't 100% land the ending, but an extremely good mix of the two worlds.
My favorite Bruce Wayne: Masking by BombusBombus. As much a loving meditation on neurodivergence as it is a a love story, Superbat at their most husbands. (teen baby Jason running around, being lied to by Bruce about why his dad is just. staring at pictures of Superman's hands.)
Smut: make me (say your name) by Naheka. Dick/Jason, character study wrapped around smut that is just. SO in character. Not wildly explicit, but earning the rating.
Fluff (not vigilantes au): no ordinary by SPQR. Dick/Jason. They're teenagers at boarding school and it so SO perfectly captures that hazy late teen longing AND Jason's bone deep direness about all kinds of love. I'd read 8x more words of this.
Further fluff: a blue curtain is a damn blue curtain by heartslogos. I have no idea if Jason canonically knows the language of flowers, but it pops up a surprising amount? And frankly, feels right. Short, sweet, disaster vibes. Heartslogos has literal hundreds of fics, I haven't shifted through them all, but it seems like a good mix of gen and romance.
Bats being messy as all hell: Strings Attached by FabulaRasa. I love love love what a (justified) bitch Jason is in this one. Primarily a Bruce Wayne/Hal Jordan story, but the background Jason/Dick absolutely got me. Everyone's an adult and everyones being characteristically fucked up. Trigger warning for some messy internalized homophobia stuff being worked through. A lot of stuff about Bruce and Jason just...loving and hating each other.
Casefic that works as a romance with fun Adult elements: do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby by sister. A rare gem in terms of everyone found familying about while not acting like that's a restrictive container. Jason/Tim. Plot important booty shorts. Easily the most realistic/best Stephanie Brown I've come across. Obsessed with the little snaps of Jason's vulnerability we get in this one.
I'm definitely forgetting or leaving out some fun ones, but this is a start! Happy reading :)
#it is SO overwhelming!#not to mention the only fandom where people have literally?? messaged me to tell me I'm wrong?? my god#I'm probably going to do a second installment because there's definitely very good ones I have to track down#Basically Jason is in all ways a tragic romantic heroine in the body of a man build like a fridge except for the when written by people who#really like to lean into all the murder? in a negative way?#all the angst and rage is catnip for me#okay I DO have bookmarks but they are between me and god wherever she may be#Flowerflamestars recs
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for the ask game (whichever ones you want to answer):
Top 5 vegetables
top 5 story ideas you wish you had time to write
top 5 places you’d like to visit
top 5 wtf moments your favorite OC got into
ugh i want to answer ALL of these, but the first is just so deeply compelling. i love veggies, so it's hard to pick, but i have done my best:
artichoke
gai lan
ramps
shishito peppers
lima beans
as for top 5 story ideas i wish i had some time to write, here are some longfic ideas i have floating around in my head. some i've had for over a real long time now. they're fun to toy with, to roll over in my mind until they're smooth like a river stone.
a babylon 5/mdzs crossover with telepaths and songxuexiao, with xue yang being a telepath who is on the run and song lan as a psi corps cop tasked with tracking him down.
a deeply intricate post ca:tws winterhawk story where clint is holed in in a safehouse somewhere and bucky hunts him down and asks for his help in exchange for information on phil coulson's whereabouts. loops in some early agents of shield stuff and is kind of an around-the-world casefic.
currently i'm toying with the idea of a x-files au where krycek runs into mulder in a bdsm club. some horrible things ensue.
a very strange omegaverse (i don't even really like omegaverse) fma:b au where roy is a late-presenting omega and edward is an alpha. i feel like this would mostly just be self-indulgent identity misery more than it would ever be porn.
i have a kylux scp!au partially written. i think about it sometimes, bc i love the vibe (no one is having a great time) and the universe (so spooky, so strange, so governmental) so much.
[ask me my top 5 anything]
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2023 fic year in review
Doing my 2023 fic year in review in February bc that's how things are going in 2024 so far.
Total number of fic: 5 (1 still in progress)
Total word count: 24,217
Fandoms written in: Lewis (3), Endeavour (1), Our Flag Means Death (1)
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? Less. Though I didn't really have any specific expectations about quantity, just that I wanted to write things I enjoyed writing regardless of the reception, as opposed to past years when I was fixated on the idea of writing a certain amount of fic per month. 2023 felt much more relaxed writing-wise and I'm also about halfway through a super self-indulgent fic that is probably going to end up being around 20k and I'm very pleased with that.
What’s your own favorite story of the year? The Names of All the Winds (Lewis, James/Robbie, magical realism au, alternate meeting). The aforementioned fic that's half done. I am having so much fun reliving my own holiday on Lake Garda by sending slightly alternate universe Robbie and James there and also writing magical realism which I hadn't done in a while.
Did you take any writing risks this year? I wouldn't call it a risk exactly, but Patterns Unfamiliar (Lewis, James/Robbie, hurt/comfort) was a fun challenge. My writing is usually very visual and it was interesting to have to describe what was happening in the story when the POV character was in complete darkness.
Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? Finish TNoAtW, which I'm actively working on and hope to manage by the end of March.
And I've said this the last two years running, but I really do want to finish the sequel to Lead me wild to your dark roads my Lewis/Shetland xover (currently titled The last place we left off). I did do a fair amount of work on it before I entered the fic challenge that spawned TNoAtW, and wrote a good portion of the Shetland fic interlude that I've realized needs to go between the two stories. So both of those are next in line after TNoAtW.
Then there's the Blackbeard's Building & Renovation fic idea that was spawned in discord, in which Ed is a builder and Stede an interior decorator (each with their own crews) and they are both hired to work on the same house at the same time. Some kind of OFMD/Grand Designs-ish fusion. And, as ever, those three Lewis casefics that are mostly plotted and not anywhere close to completion.
Most popular story of the year? One thing at a time (Lewis, James/Robbie). It was spring, I had allergies, so I wrote a fic in which James had allergies. It seems to resonate with folks :D
Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Nothing like poetry (Endeavour, post-s6 Ronnie Box angst). It has the least number of comments and kudos, but I don't actually think it's under-appreciated. Ronnie Box ruminating on the terrible mess his life is post-s6 is just very niche.
Most fun story to write: TNoAtW for all the reasons I mentioned above and adding my own photos to it. And it remains fun.
Most unintentionally telling story: I should probably make up another question to go here bc I never have a good answer for this, but The Most Remarkable Thing (OFMD, Ed/Stede, domestic fluff) was basically me putting my love of gardening and living a quiet life in the woods into fic form.
Biggest disappointment: I wouldn't say it was a disappointment, but I really did think I was going to finish the Lead me wild sequel in 2023. I think I'll finally finish it in 2024 though (this time for sure).
Biggest surprise: TNoAtW growing into what looks like it will be the third longest fic I've ever written.
Tagging people just for the fun of it (no pressure though): @bryndeavour, @thankyouforbeingsowrong, @vita-s-west, @mcgstarroar, @mr-iskender, @ronniebox
#fic year in review#inspector lewis#lewis#endeavour#itv endeavour#our flag means death#ofmd#writing#my fic
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On Sunday I'll start posting my casefic !
Finally, my casefic is completely written and betaed!
In December 2022 I was thinking about a birthday present for my friend @peageetibbs . I came up with the idea of writing and gifting a fic, Sherlock would solve a mystery set in a cinema because my friend runs a cinema in the spare time IRL. Easy case, short fic, max 8k. Of course, the case evolved and became more complicated and the fic amounted to 56k and 15 chapters in the end.
It's the first real casefic I have written and I am very proud of it. All in all, it took me over a year to finish, including two longer breaks in between. I have missed the deadline for last year's birthday but this year, the fic will be in time.
I will be posting the first chapter on AO3 Sunday 18th.
Uploads will happen every Wednesday and Friday.
If anyone likes to be tagged on tumblr when it updates, let me know!
#my sherlock fanfics#the curious case of the casablanca killer#meet_me_in_samarra on AO3#casefic#teaser post
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rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.
okay okay okay I saw @panzercat do this so here goes.
Most hits: by the widest margin ever this is 'Me' time, the first fanfic I ever wrote, when I was deep into Critical Role. 19k+ hits, dear lord. A collection of jerkoff shorts that's still very popular to this day :-)
Second most kudos: um well that's 'Me' time, again :-P Old and well visited, it would be.
Third most comments: That would be Loyal, loving, lackey. First in a series of Stobotnik fics I wrote in a frenzy after the Sonic movie came out in 2020. What can I say, I love unhinged pathetic men. I'll say to comments tho, I answer nearly every one I get so my comment numbers are unreliable as a metric.
Fourth most bookmarks: I'm actually going to go all bookmarks for this one, not just the public ones. This is Comfort zone obliteration game plan, a fluffy stupid sexy comedy of errors style KimHarry fic that I wrote as a palate cleanser while working on a very long casefic.
Fifth most words: I was a bit suprised to realise that this is Penitenziagite. I tend to hover around 20k with the chapter fics apparently. DE fic where Harry shoots Cunoesse and goes to Reunion. This is one of my heavier fics and I'm very happy with how it turned out. There's a few ideas for a sequel rattling around, we'll see what happens.
Fewest words: Almost cheating since it isn't a fic, technically, it's a poem: James in Ithaca, the only Black Sails thing I ever did. For the shortest actual fic we have Falling Cognouza, a tiny CR fic which is also cheating since it's riffing on The Second Coming. The actual honest to god shortest original ficlet is The one who takes which is part of a series of Terror things that are still among the ones I love the best. A bunch of those got turned into podfics too!
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