#I’m the ao3 rec dealer at this point

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

hey, ik u aren’t like a huge creek person but do u have any like a03 one shot recommendations, or know anyone who might?? i’ve read all of urs already and loved them!! 💞😍

First of all THANK U I’m so glad you like my stuff!!! And I do love me some creek so I’ve definitely read quite a bit of them, just not as much recently, but I can for sure rec some oneshots!

*Final GEH! Boy! by Katakombae such a fun read and Tweek is a slay in it, classic main4 shenanigans too!

*To All The Demons Under My Bed by LWTIS dude when I say this is one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE CREEK FICS!!! Oh my god it’s hysterical Craig is an absolute ICON my NONCHALANT KING!!! I cannot rec this one enough!!!

*we can’t just stay in bed all day, man! by ihearttweek. Ok this one is smutty but it’s fun lmao

*The Pet Theory by wildgeese_badideas literally SO fucking cute just classic creek fluff

*Youre probably wondering how Thomas Tucker got in this situation by ScarlettDragonwolf345 absolutely ICONIC!!!! I’m not usually one for fics centered around the parents but this is a slay

*Would You Kick Me In The Face Please? by rekimetal ok this is a two shot but it’s short and GREAT!!! Gotta love Crog being bad at feelings and it’s so fun

*The Show Goes On by duskmote FAIR WARNING THIS IS SMUTTY!!! Like it’s been a sec since I read it but uhhhhh it’s well written though I remember that much!

*why does tweek call you babygirl? by yurie_havi this one is HILARIOUS oh my lord

*Gas Station Soup by UAs_Fics THIS IS ADORABLE! Superhero au, sickfic, fluff, I loved this one

*Nothing In This World by EnmityRedity some more superhero au and bruh deadass all their superhero creek SLAPS (I do be lovin a good injury aftermath) and TFBW creek will never not slay!

*cariño by rudetoast CRAIG SPEAKING SPANISH ohhhh my god this is cute they’re so silly andhfgsjsk

*Routines by UrbanNightingale CREEK FLUFF CREEK FLUFF

Ok anon I know you were mainly asking for oneshot recs BUT!!!! If you’re up for some longer creek-centric fics I GOT SOME FOR YA!!!

*This House Of Mine by OrcaTimes LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE SOUTH PARK FICS EVER!!! I mean EVER!!! I will never stop recommending this one and NO ONE does Craig like this author I am NOT kidding!!! Like seriously one of the best crogs out there in my opinion and that’s saying something bc I am a certified Craig Enjoyer the PLOT!!! The CHARACTERS!!! The side relationships!!! Tweek coming into Craig’s world of gang activity via chance meeting and AAAAAA!!! I’m so serious dude this is easily one of the best fics I’ve ever read and I know I’ve reced it before but BRUH!!!

*Ladies and Gentleman We Are Floating in Space by gremlinteeth I’m sure every creek shipper out there has read this one, and it’s a classic FOR GOOD REASON!!! Like rip your heart out incredible this shit makes me sob every time (as a Stan Enthusiast, FUCK I love his characterization in this) CRAIG AND TWEEK ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!! CRAIG IN GENERAL HERE!!!

*Oh My God, They Were Cellmates by Absolute_Trash_Fire aight I read this one a good while ago but I definitely remember it being INCREDIBLE! Prison au but super slay and surprisingly sweet! Tweek centric, heed the tags if you check it out tho!

*Shoelaces by fruitloopzed I read this one a few days ago and IT GOES ASTRONOMICALLY HARD another Tweek centric one, some mystery surrounding Craig at first, the homies in an anger management group, etc

I think that’s all I got rn but THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK I LOVE RECOMMENDING FICS!!! Feel free to ask any time I am ANNOYING and LOVE TO BE OBNOXIOUS!!! <3

[corazondebeskar-reads]

get some on my love

QZ!Joel Miller x f!reader

my masterlist | joel fic recs

This is for @justagalwhowrites' Birthday Celebration for Joel. I picked the prompts for QZ!Joel and breeding kink. It, uh. It got away with me. Title from "Gasoline" by Seether because that's what made this get so feral. Please read the warnings.

dedicated to @covetyou bcus it's your tumblrversary bb! and also because of SWAT, the ultimate slutty qz joel fic that lives in my head and pays rent

words: 1.6k

summary: You visit Joel Miller to get what you need.

warnings: dub-con, dubcon due to sex in exchange for drugs, and he kind of springs the breeding kink on her (but there's not a risk), abuse of prescription medications, QZ!Joel Miller, dealer!Joel Miller, smuggler!Joel Miller, filthy!Joel Miller, breeding kink, creampie, menstrual sex, inappropriate uses of period blood, spitting, pussy pronouns (she/her), vulgar language, god i don't even know it's just nasty and they like it, kind of hate fucking, no y/n, no betas no proofreading no nothing lol

dividers by @saradika-graphics

also on ao3

“Well, well. Look who’s come crawlin’ back,” Joel drawls when he opens the door. 

You scowl. “You gonna let me in or not?”

He leans against the frame, a lazy smirk curling. “Gee, I don’t know. You had some mighty strong things to say ‘bout me last time.” He does step back, though, ushering you in. 

“Pretty sure you said you were never gonna look at my ugly mug again,” he adds as he shuts the door behind you. 

“Yeah, well,” you mutter. 

He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Yeah, well,” he mocks. “Well, what? No one else want that sloppy pussy as payment?”

“You like my pussy, jackass,” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Yeah, I do,” he says, cornering you against the door, your back hitting it with a thump. He leers, leaning in. “You know why it’s so sloppy? ‘Cause I fuckin’ ruined it, and you loved it.”

You scowl again, turning your head sharply to the side so you don’t have to look at his smug smirk. The worst part is how right he is. 

“Look,” you mutter, heat rising to your cheeks, “I-I can’t pay today. But I need them, bad. I’ll… I’ll make it up to you.”

It nearly kills you to say. The only thing worse than dealing with Joel Miller is owing Joel Miller. 

“Whaddya mean you can’t pay today? Cunt closed for construction or somethin’?”

You shove him away roughly, ducking out of his grasp to stalk into the living room. “No, dumbass, I’m… bleedin’, you know.”

His responding grin is feral and full of teeth. “I don’t give a shit. Go bend over the bathroom sink.”

“Are you fuckin' serious?”

“You want the fuckin’ pills or not?”

You could scream. Of course you do. There’s not a part of your body that doesn’t hurt. It’s settled into every joint and crevice, an ache you can’t stretch out or shake loose. 

You’d know. You’ve tried. But you’re losing sleep, and the pain makes you too nauseous to eat. His drugs will only take the edge off for so long, but god, you’d do nearly anything for a few hours’ respite. 

“Fine,” you whisper finally, and make your way to the apartment’s tiny three-piece. 

He follows, watching you with amusement. “Strip,” he says. 

You glare, and he shrugs. 

“Or don’t. But I ain’t responsible for what happens to your clothes.”

Oh, fuck him. Fuck him. But you strip—all the way, even though you could have left your top on, but because mother nature has you on her shit list, your usual pain is compounded when you’re menstruating. And when you’re ovulating. Really, so many women don’t even have a fucking cycle anymore from all the stress and malnutrition, but noooo, you were cursed with a fertile fucking uterus. 

The point was that your titties were sore and aching, and the thought of his warm hands groping and pawing at them sounded nice, so off goes your shirt.

He chuckles when he enters the bathroom. “Well, look at that. Eager?”

“Hurry up,” you snap. “It’s cold, and there’s gonna be a mess.”

“Gonna be a mess either way,” he taunts, his hands rough against your hips.

And ain’t that the kicker? There’s gonna be a mess. Your cunt is already sore, and he’s gonna leave a trail of destruction in his wake. 

“Don’t look so grossed out, sugar,” he says, cupping your breasts and looking at you in the mirror. “It’s all natural. Plus, I gotta say, it’s been a long time since I got to do this.”

You’re busy meeting his eyes in the mirror and pulling a face, not catching his last words. He rolls and pinches at your tender nipples, but it’s the kind of pain that sits on the right side of pleasure. As expected, his meaty hands grope unmercifully at your breasts, and you moan in relief at the free massage.

“That’s it. That’s what I like to hear. You ready for me, huh? That greedy pussy o’ yours ready?”

“Uh-huh,” you say distractedly. “Wait—”

“I didn’t forget,” he murmurs in your ear. “Open.”

You open your mouth obediently, sticking your tongue out. He sets a round, white pill on it and turns your head with a firm grip on your chin, his spit landing right on the pill.

You swallow and avert your eyes as he watches your reflection.

“Get on with it,” you rasp.

One hand wanders down between your thighs and strokes through the folds, working you open with two thick fingers scissoring side to side. He doesn’t spend long there, dragging them up to rub at your clit for a moment.

“Make some fuckin’ noise; I can’t tell if you’re wet or not with all this goin’ on,” he grumbles, withdrawing his hand and showing you the slick blood coating it.

You wince, and he laughs. “Y’ain’t scared of your own period, are ya?”

“Fuck off, ‘course I’m not. Doesn’t mean I wanna look at it.”

He grins. The expression is always unnatural on him and usually heralds something vulgar.

You’re not wrong. He brings his hand up to cup your breast, leaving a smear of blood on your tit. 

“Somethin’ kinda hot about it, don’tcha think?” he muses.

“If you say so,” you mutter, but you can’t look away. It’s striking, blood against your skin that isn’t borne of violence.

The thick tip of his cock interrupts your thoughts as he pushes down on your shoulder. You bend, gripping the sides of the vanity as he buries himself inside with one slow thrust.

He groans, gripping hard on your shoulder. “S’better than lube.”

“You’re so gross,” you say, shaking your head.

“Yeah? Then why’re you clenchin’ around me like a goddamn vice, huh?”

“You always talk this much when you fuck, or am I special?”

“Oh, sugar, don’t flatter yourself,” he says with a slap on your ass. “Y’ain’t special.”

“You—ahh—you hate-fuck all your customers?”

He snorts. “You ain’t even special enough to hate, honey. And you can hate me all you like, but we both know you’re gonna keep comin’ back.”

As you scowl up at him in the mirror, you almost wish looks could kill. But he’s right. He’d be no good to you dead because no other dealer in this godforsaken QZ will dose you in exchange for sex.

As it is, he only lets you once a week. You need more than that? Gotta pay like everyone else. Even when you can afford it, you find yourself back here or on your knees or however he wants you every fuckin’ Friday, because a free pill is a free pill. It’s 3-4 hours you can nap without nearly killin’ yourself to afford it.

Today’s pill hasn’t begun to set in yet, but that’s the other thing about Joel. He’s good at making you forget.

Real good.

His hands are on your body, roughly gentle. He’s not careful with his touch, but not careless, either. He wants you to come, wants you to shake and fall apart on his dick, so he can flash you that little self-satisfied smirk borne of bravado he’s rightly earned. 

And you do. You come for him, with his hands on your breasts and your clit. You tremble and moan and your pussy tries to stake a claim on his cock, clenching and hoping to never let go. But it will, and you will. In the end, you always let go.

He’s a different kind of beast tonight. Panting and grunting in your ear, teeth on your neck, sweat dripping and blending with yours. After he’s rung pleasure from you, he settles one hand on your hip and another on your shoulder and ruts into you like a jackhammer. Like he can’t get deep enough, can’t stop until he’s carved a spot for him within you.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he mutters, pushing you down further. “Fuuuck, darlin’, you want this, huh? You want me to fill you up?”

“Wh-what?” you gasp, air knocked from you with each punch of his cock against your cervix.

“Gonna fill you up good, gonna—nnng— gonna make it stick.”

You reach back and smack him. “The fuck are you—” 

But he doesn’t let you finish. He holds on tight and grinds his dick deep. “That greedy pussy, sugar, she fuckin’ wants it. Oh fuck, I-I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy ‘till she’s full o’ me. And you’re gonna take it, right?”

You whimper, holding tight to the sink while he loses his fucking mind or whatever is happening. You don’t know. It feels too good to question.

“Thas’ it,” he rambles. “Gonna look so good, stuffed up, and ev’ryone—everyone—will know you let me fuckin’ breed you.”

Oh god. It shouldn’t be hot. Those words should be stopping your heart, you should be pushing him away, but your dumb cunt has a mind of its own and holds tight to him, each thrust of his cock squelching as you come around him again. 

“Jesus, baby, it’s been too long, too long since I got to fill up a cunt like yours,” he groans, hips stuttering, “oh shit, take it—fuckin’ take it.”

His cock pulses inside you, and you think maybe you die and go to heaven for a little bit—just a little, because when you open your eyes, you’re still in Joel’s grimy bathroom—but there’s a sweet moment where you think he’s right. It’s been too long. Far too long since a man’s come undone inside you, let you feel that hot burst and twitching, it’s divine, it’s—well, it’s making you come again. 

When he pulls out, you stumble right to the toilet, glaring at him as you try to clean up the mess before it happens. “Gross,” you grumble.

When you look up, the way he’s looking at you makes somethin’ awful churn inside, and it’s not just the apparent buckets of cum he filled you with. 

The silence between you is thick. Finally, he jerks his head to the shower. “Get cleaned up ‘n get out,” is all he says, and the door clicks shut in his wake. 

[traincat]

I’ve read through your entire AO3 catalogue (SO amazing by the way), and now I’m wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing a rec list of your personal favorite spideytorch fics?

First off, thanks for reading my fic! I’m super glad you enjoyed -- there’s more coming! I know I keep saying that but I do mean it! Second off, I am really bad at making reclists generally because I am not an organized person and I always feel like I’m forgetting someone and etc etc. But I figured I should probably do something about that so I did finally bookmark a bunch of my favorite fics on Ao3. (You’ll have to scroll past a bunch of The Untamed fic at the top but after that everything there so far is Spider-Man and Fantastic Four fic.) I’m probably missing some favorites in there because I did those fast, but, it’s a work in progress. And I’m going to endeavor to be better about bookmarking things in the future so there’ll be a semi-organized little functional reclist sitting right there. Also, I blanket rec everything by Gleesquid and OneShinyApple. They’re both terrific.

That being said, some of my Spideytorch favorites:

A Melody That's Calling Your Name by gleesquid (rated T)

When a boy gets trapped in the Baxter Building fire, Peter must make a quick choice: let the boy die terrified in the flames or gain his trust by showing him what's underneath his mask. In the end, it's no choice at all.

But when that same boy shows up on the first day of senior year, Peter finds himself caught in a spiraling lie. The next thing he knows, he's got a boyfriend, he's starring in a musical, he's going to rich kids' costume parties, and he's realizing that maybe there are worse things than having someone know your biggest secret.

You'd think high school couldn't get any weirder than a radioactive spider bite, but that's just the Parker Luck.

Between the Smoke and Ruins by gleesquid (rated T)

The Fantastic Four: Heroes. Villains. Gods. Ghosts.

Oh, how the mighty do fall.

In which Johnny Storm tries to save his family, Spider-Man tries to save the world, and they might as well save each other along the way.

sweet like honey, don't need money (all i need is you) by gleesquid (unrated)

“I can’t do it anymore. I’m kicking you out."

“That’s too bad, Johnny,” Peter said. “But I guess I’ll still see you out in the field."

“Both of you,” said Sue. “Until you learn to behave yourselves in shared living quarters, you’re not living here anymore.”

you light my morning sky by gleesquid (rated T)

“I dunno, maybe the huge flaming words in the sky that said, ‘MEET ME AT THE USUAL PLACE. IT’S URGENT.’ In my ever so humble opinion, ‘urgent’ usually means fire, or ‘all my super powered teammates have been kidnapped,’ or ‘the stock market’s about to crash so you better buy bread now.’ Not ‘I ran outta hairspray.’”

Johnny touched a hand to his hair – which, admittedly, felt a bit stiff. “You think I used too much?”

“I’m a real fan of Elvis, honest.” Spidey ruffled Johnny’s hair. Johnny could feel his flame curling in his stomach, his toes, and every inch that Spidey’s gloved hand touched. “But you might not wanna take styling tips from him.”

Or: The year is 1966, and Johnny Storm loves hairspray and Spider-Man a little too much.

The World, reversed by Euphorion (rated T)

Julia leaned forward and plucked the card she’d given him from his hand like she was cheating at Go Fish, holding it up so he could see the figure. “The Fool,” she said. “They’re like—the protagonist of the Tarot, or, conversely, maybe its subject. All the other cards—the minor and major arcana—are ways they feel about things, or things that happen to them, or people who they meets along the way who change them.” Her finger tapped the card, indicating the figure’s raised, bell-adorned foot, and the cliff beyond. “The Fool is the beginning of the personal journey. See? One more step takes them over the edge.”

“Huh,” said Peter. “Good thing Johnny can fly.”

Built To Fall Apart (and Back Together) by oneshinyapple (rated E)

The day after Johnny kissed him on top of the Statue of Liberty, Spider-Man disappeared. One year later, multimillionaire-in-the-making Peter Parker launches a company with his best friend, Harry Osborn. The last thing he needs is a complication like Johnny. But what was meant to be a one-night stand quickly spirals into something else, and everything is further turned upside-down when mysterious portals to another universe appear and they learn that there are two constants in the life of Johnny Storm: Peter Parker, and being left behind.

the things that you want (are so hard to find) by oneshinyapple (rated E)

“No, trust me, you don’t want to die by anaconda the way they do it in the movies, Johnny. It would be terrible.”

“It’s gotta be better than being eaten by a shark.” He pointed at the TV. “Look at them screaming in pain!”

“You wouldn’t actually feel anything. The brain tends to shut out pain in the face of—”

“Oh, God. No. Don’t science it.”

In Love At a Coffee Shop by oneshinyapple (rated T)

Teen pop sensation Johnny Storm stumbles into a coffee shop while escaping from a horde of fans. Who else should save him but Peter Parker, grumpy barista extraordinaire?

Any caffeine addict would probably be just a little bit in love with their coffee dealer, and baristas were just automatically hotter when they were drizzling caramel all over someone’s whipped cream.

picture this by lowfuellight (rated M)

Peter sighed heavily. The young boy of about ten standing beside him didn’t look up from his handheld device. “It’s a child, Torch,” said Peter. “You’ve seen children before.” 

Bring That Summer by pommenade (rated T)

Juggling the duties of Spider-Man as well as his life as CEO of Parker Industries was easy. Peter Parker had years of practice. Add in a clandestine relationship with Johnny Storm and things got a bit more complicated. Add in Johnny's Instagram account, and suddenly Peter's life is impossible.

Better in Picture by weekend_conspiracy_theorist (rated T)

In which Peter Parker has no interest in sleeping with Matt Murdock, no matter what anyone seems to think.

all of these thousand miles by hippolytas (rated T)

One year after the Fantastic Four have disappeared: where are they now?

No one really has a clue, and Johnny seems to be the only one still searching for answers. When the universe (or someone with control over it) starts sending him signals, Johnny decides that it's time to go looking. Peter's just coming along to make sure he survives the experience. It all goes about as well as can be expected.

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Jaime x Brienne Fic Exchange Recommendations

The time to cram has come! T-minus 12 or so hours until the author reveals so I thought I’d make a little plug for some stories I enjoyed that came out of the @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange

First off, I am VERY behind on reading the collection. I received a concussion around the time that the fics came out so my reading has been limited first by the light sensitivity, then the work catch-up in week 2 ( I had to take off work due to the concussion), and now me on short weekend vacation (yay!). I’ve perhaps touched thirty fics at this point (I still have to get to my gift fic which was posted today :D ) so this is by no means a whole evaluation of what’s been put out. The whole collection has been extremely high quality and I hope to come back later and post some more recs. I thank the mods for taking the time to wrangle with keeping this so organized. It’s been a blast.

Modern AU:

Man With a Heartbeat  You’ve likely seen this story come up in recs a million times but it’s Just. That. Good. With a unique writing style, and a cast of characters that includes some cameos by some personal book faves (minor as they are), this one is sure to sweep you off your feet with it’s very different take. I mean...antique dealers? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a fanfic touch on this before and I was 100% here for this. Also Brienne was highly relatable lol.  Lesson Learned: ALWAYS plan your proposals or at least make sure the desire for marriage is clearly communicated and understood between both parties. #rip

To a Distant Stranger Jaime is super hot rocker who runs into Brienne again and again and again, despite her attempts to create distance between them after their implied (crazy off the charts, soul-mate inducing chemistry) hook-ups. Eventually he drops his rocker life and takes up as a bartender and true lurvvvveeee blossoms. :D  Lesson Learned: No bartender experience is needed when the course of true love doesn’t run smooth.

all these people think love’s for show (but I would die for you in secret) The author wouldn’t know this but the majority of my first bookmarked fics on AO3 were spy AUs. This sexy piece hit a very weak point for me since spies and schmexyness makes me go weak in the knees. (Also this title is prob my fave line from my fave TS song, did Author have to go so hard at me like that? It was a double whammy T.T) Jaime and Brienne are BRIMMING with sexual tension and from the first meeting I was already sitting on the edge of my seating thinking “Now kiss!” The author makes it worth it with some very bonding, emotional adventures that make the payoff feel so worth it. 

if one thing had been different (would everything be different?) I just adore the premise that Jaime is Brienne’s landlord here. Lots of sexiness going on and feels where Jaime’s been nursing a crush for one LONG hot minute (read: several years) on B and our girl is sure he’s been bullying her FOREVER (tbr Jaime’s flirting isn’t as clear cut as the boy would like to believe)

Just as Sweet (just as thorny)  OOOHHH this had me feeling many things because I just wanted Jaime and Brienne to be in love but man, many feelings having to be sorted out since Jaime and Brienne met and developed feelings under the cover of Jaime’s fake persona. Selwyn Tarth also makes a fun cameo that helps Jaime’s chance at making it with his girl and Brienne’s life at the end of the story is on the up and up (romantic relationship aside. Did I mentioned I love spy AUs? This read is a MUST.

My Best Friend’s Wedding Brienne hires a professional party date who is (of course) our man JamLan. I have a huge weakness for fake relationships so this just knocked me down after all the spy AUs I read from the exchange. It’s all the parts you love about the movie The Wedding Date and more. The fic also gave me a lot of feelings about one of my favorite places in the world Mackinac island which I was delighted to find out in the AN actually served as a source of inspiration for this fic. :D

Backpfeifengesicht I know you’ve seen this recc-ed before so I’m going to say that what everyone says is accurate. It’s funny, it’s sexy and the friendships are top notch. I’m personally rather proud that I posited a question about the type of table mentioned in this fic and sparking a discussion that descended into who the author might be based on height of various authors around the fandom. Yes, I will take credit for that madness XD 

The Knight and the Thief Cat Burglar AU. There’s a bunch of sneaking around here that hit’s me the same way as it does with Spy AUs. Of course Jaime wins the day with his biggest steal yet, one sapphire-eyed wench. 

The One That Got Away Jaime and Brienne meet in College after knowing each other in high school. Reading Jaime try and fail to convince Brienne of his affection was a humorous trial and half. Favorite line in this fic: “You’re not just the one that got away. You’re the one. Period.” A very swoon worthy story that builds up perfectly. 100% worth the read!

Jaime, Brienne, and the Bachelor Party on Wheels Having attended uni in a college town where partying was the main event, seeing these bicycle drinking carts was a common occurrence and I knew as soon as I saw the title, this fic was going to be a must read for me. Jaime and Ygritte as good friends was the friendship I didn’t know I needed and I am totally taking notes now to put it in fic at some point. There’s a lot of rowing references I wasn’t familiar with but all the innuendos were very clear in their intentions. ;)

Book Canon AU:

A Matter of Honor Oh man this one is sexy as hell. This fic delves into ‘what if the Tarth’s were the wealthy noble house with royal favor and the Lannisters were the disrupted, down-on-their-luck Lords Paramount?’ A lot of fun is involved in this battle of wills, whether it’s Brienne, deciding to stick by her vow to marry despite her reservations about her husband-to-be,  Selwyn Tarth, trying to convince to break her betrothal, or Jaime, trying to decide if maybe he actually is into his potential new wife. There is so much fun and sexiness here that I couldn’t get enough. I may have also read this three times...XD

A Wench’s Kiss Have I ever mentioned how much I love a clearly communicated  sex scene where both parties involved know each other’s needs? Well you do now! While the roles here are clearly defined as to who is who in this Dom&Sub role-play dynamic, it is very clear that every action done is done as communicated by the partners preferences and needs. 

Other AU

Brienne Tarth and the Quest for the Lost Swords  Brienne is Indiana Jones and Jaime is the Nazi lady from movie three with a better heart and better intentions (in the end). Fortunately, the end for these two is much better then it was for Indy and his doomed lady love (Jk I was always team Marion but stillll). 

[iwhumpyou]

Your enemy to caretaker post taught me the name for my favourite trope, so thank you! I was wondering if you had any other recommendations (either books or fanfiction) that involve it? I've read everything you've written (and am super excited about where Honour is going, by the way :D) but still have the craving for more. <3

I am always thrilled to spread the love of enemy-to-caretaker in the world!  It’s been my favorite trope since before I can remember, and I am very glad I made a trope post on it.

My fanfic bookmarks are....the problem is that I’ve spent like nine years collecting fanfiction at this point, and only made an AO3 account a couple months ago, so I haven’t gone through the downloaded fanfics or updated my AO3 bookmarks, so that’s definitely a long-term project.  But you’re welcome to check those out for recs.

I very rarely consume a media if there isn’t even the slightest potential for enemy-to-caretaker, so I’m going to take a day or two and compile all the books I can think of that have enemy-to-caretaker.

- Artemis Fowl - definitely has some, given that Artemis starts out as the quasi-villain of the piece.

- His Dark Materials - I don’t remember the specifics, but I think it’s in here.

- Percy Jackson - all the different series have whump, and Rick Riordan is a fantastic writer.

- Pendragon - I actually don’t remember much about this one, I need to reread it, but I remember it had some good whump.

- Six of Crows and Grishaverse - kinda, I think?

- Captive Prince - not everyone’s cup of tea, but probably the most literal ETC I’ve seen.

Very few have it in the sense that hits right, unfortunately, but c’est la vie.  That’s what fanfiction is for, anyway.

Some of the places I find good ETC fic:

- James Bond/Q - more bickering coworkers to caretaker, but hey, whatever works.

- MCU - Loki.  Steve and Tony’s weird antagonistic relationship.  Dealer’s choice.

- White Collar - Peter and Neal dance along the line between being friends and being enemies.

- Drarry - there are definitely some good whump fics here.

- Batfamily - especially with Jason Todd.

- Bakugou & Midoriya - childhood friends to bully and bullied to who the fuck knows anymore but it’s an interesting dynamic.

- Shizuo/Izaya - somewhat a strange case in that both of them hate each other and try to kill each other on sight but there is canonically in-universe shipping of the two.

- Emma Swan/Killian Jones - a literal enemies-to-lovers in canon.

- Kirk & Spock - some good fanfics playing off that choking scene.

I hope this helps!  When I get my bookmarks all sorted out, I’ll let you guys know.

[jlf23tumble]

What do you think about a good old fic rec in honour of that new harry content? (With whatever kink you want !)

I was all set to give you some random-ass deep dive, but then INSPIRATION STRUCK ME because I am legit not over this photo, so here’s a fic-related breakdown for ya, my apologies if you’ve already read ‘em because I’m SURE I’ve already rec’d ‘em:

1. She Feels So Good, by zedi. That’s the voice that comes out when Harry’s in a skirt, nails done and gestures soft and flirty. That’s the voice Louis is a sucker for every time, even now when it’s coming from a prerecorded segment playing off a monitor. That’s Louis’ good girl. (imagining of post-Late Late Show antics, I’m using it for the jumpsuit style, which is definitely featured in this one)

2. Tied Down, by @ham-palpert. The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson. (read the tags; death isn’t always as it appears)

3. Ballet Direction series, by Blake/ @newleafover.  Harry is invited to practise her Snow Queen solo in a post-class rehearsal with Louis Tomlinson, who is only the most beautiful, charming, talented ex-Sugar Plum Fairy in the whole world. (dreamy girl direction with quasi-disaster ballerina Harry)

4. little black dress (it’s all right), by istajmaal. harry is a girl sometimes. louis loves her all the time. (start of an amazing genderfluid series, and we’re spoiled for choice with fics of Harry in a dress, but this series packs an emotional punch)

5. A Certain Romance, by 13ways. A rumor isn’t a rumor when it doesn’t go away, said Elton John. Harry and Louis make sure the rumors don’t go away. Pretty Harry. Louis wants to do things to him. (part of another great series, this time the end of one, and I picked it for the shirt description alone)

6. Take Me Under the Blue, by objectlesson/ @alienfuckeronmain. Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction. (I know I literally rec’d this last week, but this picture gives me mermaid with legs vibes??? idk, but this is a great fic, so here you go)

7. Small Doses (Loving You It’s Explosive), by QuickedWeen. Louis and Harry continue to clash all while Harry is trying to move his way up the ranks in Manchester's amateur boxing circuit, but they can't seem to stay away from each other. (so many great boxing fics, but the dynamic in this one, inchresting, and bonus points to the daddy kink in the sequel)

8. taste on my tongue (just can’t get enough of you), by messyjessy08 (needs ao3). He pulls a hand up to his chest, pressing hard against one of his pecs, “My fucking—her crying’s making them—Lou.” Louis gasps, understanding. He reaches a hand up, pushing Harry’s aside, and thumbs gently across Harry’s nipple, somehow already dark and swollen, without having touched them once. “Lou, they’re fucking—’m leaking.” (yeah, boiiiiiiiii, mpreg, a/b/o, AND lactation kink, and it’s all because that last picture is so Chesty LaRoux, I cannot WAIT for the HQs)

[clumsyclifford]

can you rec any good malum fics on ao3? a lot of what i find is main lashton/background malum :(

YES I CAN AND I WILL!!! i have so many malum fics bookmarked u dont even KNOW. sorry these are wildly out of order but here we go:

and find where you’ve been (you are perfect porcelain) by @calumsclifford (expectopatronuz on ao3). also:

it’s no coincidence my hand fits perfectly in yours also by @calumsclifford (yeah i love maggie to death what about it)

we know this is the way it’s supposed to be by @calumcest (softirwin on ao3) (aka helen the love of my actual literal life). more by helen bc she’s literally a malum fic dealer at this point:

make me a promise here tonight by @calumcest (one of my faves <3)

the first time i’ve seen love (and the last i’ll ever need) by @calumcest

it should be criminal that you could be mine by @calumcest (fair warning theres some smut in the middle i always skip it tho)

it always will be you (wherever you are) by @calumcest

falling asleep on a stranger by @calumcest yeah maybe this account is just a helen promo account....maybe i AM helen.......jk could never be that good

you’re already the voice inside my head by @calumcest

i want to teach you a lesson (in the worst kind of way) by @calumcest

dancing with the demons (holy spirit, holy spirit) by @calumcest

only you (and you can hear me) by @calumcest

Too Close to See by @allsassnoclass (brightblackholes on ao3) (aka M <3 love u love u love u)

ok now that im done plugging tf outta helen and maggie and M:

who am i, when i don’t know myself? by prettyluke

we’re looking for something dumb to do by cuzmuffin (i think you need an ao3 account to read this one)

falls in love every day by maiamaryse

It’s just you and I tonight by maiamaryse

i’ll misbehave if it turns you on by horriblekids (linking horriblekids’ ao3 because in general their fics are fuckin phenomenal)

i’m loving what you got by asymmetric

wake up with by asymmetric

hope this is satisfactory also cheeky plug ive got a good amount of malum fics on my own ao3 bellawritess no pressure to read em but if you want to i will not say no <3

side note: i didn’t include any unfinished fics on this list because i am not a monster but there are a couple good ones HELEN lookin at you

[softupshur]

White Christmas (Outlast one shot)

I know it’s belated as irl stuff got wild around the time I was writing this, but I still wanted to share a little holiday cheer with ya’ll! Hope you all had a delightful holiday! <3

Ao3 link if you’re into that kind of thing

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The LED lights in Jeremy's tie flickered in time with the lights on the discount aluminum Christmas tree. Its branches wilted at the weight of the dollar store ornaments, and the angel on top dipped into the uncanny valley with her blow-up doll face paint.

Such a sorry, artificial specimen could only come from Wal-Mart, according to the gabby secretaries.

"You think that intern would have found us a more dignified tree for the occasion."

"Couldn't agree more. We gave him the 23rd! It couldn't have been that hard to find a tree in time!"

Jeremy rolled his eyes. The pitiful tree made a better view than their knock-off brand dresses. As if a company-mandated holiday party was worth dressing up for. It only happened because of some bullshit lawsuit claiming employees were entitled to observation of religious holidays. Rather than waste the money to buy off the lawyers, Murkoff put together a shoe-string budget Christmas party to quiet the complaints. Someone claimed a day off would be a more legally sound solution, but as they were found to have a previously undiagnosed mental illness, none paid them any heed.

Thus, executives and salaried workers alike strutted around the rec room as if attending a cocktail party, with three piece suits and dresses tailored to resemble designer brands. Only Rick fit the decor with his garish Christmas sweater depicting drunken elves dancing under the phrase, "Let's get elfed up".

"Hey, buddy!" Rick strolled up to Jeremy and slung an arm over his shoulders, nearly spilling his cup of tragically unspiked punch in the process. "Enjoying the party?"

Jeremy’s gaze drifted to the pile of white elephant gifts beneath the tree. Hardly any were competently wrapped, crinkled and tape unfurling. "Is that what we're calling this bullshit?"

"Ah, lighten up, Jer!" He slapped Jeremy's back with enough force to make him lurch. "Not everyday we get to fuck around on company payroll."

"Hardly worth it if illicit substances are prohibited."

"C'mon, it's not so bad! Just look at the show!" He pointed out one of the security guards dancing along with Dean Martin's "Let it Snow" beside a giggling receptionist. "Just look at that clown," he said loud enough for everyone to hear. "He's been pining after the broad for month. He coulda just downed some liquid courage and ask her out like a normal schlub, but no, he thinks flailing around like he's got a fit of seizures is gonna get the girl."

The guard stopped his jig and slunk to the snack table.

Jeremy managed a chuckle. "All right, Rick, I'll give you this. Maybe there is entertainment to be found here."

Through the next hour, they heckled their fellow executives from the water cooler. To keep their energy, they broke into the store-bought cookies meant to be saved for the end of the party. Not that anyone dared scold them, even when Rick took to eating three at a time.

"Mmmphrh!" Crumbs flew as Rick attempted coherency.

"Jesus, Rick, did you forget how to swallow?

When Rick managed to do so, his words came in clear. "Shit, buddy. These cookies are like how Grandma used to make them."

"Your grandma bought them half-off at the grocery store?"

"C'mon, where's your holiday spirit! This is good shit!"

"If only we could say the same for the gift exchange." Jeremy shook his head at the collection of shoddily wrapped gifts underneath the tree. Only his looked immaculate thanks to the intern he charged with the task. The threat of a suspension guaranteed a job well done.

"Y'know what they say. Don't judge a book by its cover."

"We'll see about that."

The executives proceeded to gather around the tree at the receptionist's instructions. Rather than a traditional gift exchange, any gift could be chosen. The "player" would open it in front of everyone and the following player could either choose a new present or "steal" a gift already opened until all were chosen.

"Ah, so like Yankee Swap," Rick remarked.

"What the fuck is Yankee Swap?" Jeremy asked to which he received no explanation.

"And for the first player we nominate our very own Jeremy Blaire!" the receptionist called out.

While the tune changed to "Oh, Christmas Tree," the party offered a polite applause as if they were listening to one of his presentations in the meeting room. Usually, Jeremy would return the favor by flashing a fake smile, but now he only rolled his eyes as he made his way to the pile of gifts. According to the rules, not a single one exceeded twenty dollars. He scowled at the notion and picked the plainest package wrapped in red, as it was the only one not to hurt his eyes.

Everyone fell silent as he unwrapped it. The security guard was particularly tense as Jeremy pulled out the gift. Fresh from Amazon's warehouse was a pack of margarita cups. They were plain in design, but the back of the box described a cooling feature that promised to keep drinks ice cold for up to 24 hours.

"Damn, that's a good one," Rick said as he read over Jeremy's shoulder.

"For once, I'm inclined to agree. Apparently someone around here has some taste."

"I'll say. Way to start with a bang." His fingers mimicked a gun in punctuation.

"Was this yours?" Jeremy asked.

"Nope."

"Actually, it was mine," the security guard chimed in.

"Huh, I guess we'll never know," Jeremy said without batting an eye.

The party-goers staked their own claims, trading and stealing gifts. Scarves, calendars, and garish ties made their rounds, but no one dared touch Jeremy's cooling martini glasses.

Finally, Rick stood to take his turn. Only one gift remained under the tree, but Rick passed it by and stopped in front of Jeremy.

"You wouldn't dare," Jeremy said.

But Rick held out his hand. "The glasses. Give 'em up."

"No."

Rick tsked, shaking his head. "Sorry, buddy. I don't make the rules."

"You'll regret it if you take these."

Throwing his head back, Rick laughed. "What're you gonna do? Fire me? Fat chance! You and I both know we were hired by the same higher-ups!" He snatched the glasses and whistled, 'We Wish you a Merry Christmas" as he strolled back to his seat.

Whispers erupted in the crowd as Jeremy's jaw dropped. Now empty-handed, he scanned the party for a worthy replacement, but each item's novelty was worse than the last.

Rick pointed to the final present, covered in smiling Santa wrapping paper. "Looks like there's one last gift under the tree with your name on it, buddy!"

Sighing, Jeremy fetched it. With any luck, it'd be a hydroflask knockoff for his vodkas. He tore through the endless Santas and froze.

"C'mon, Jer!" Rick called out. "Show everyone what you got!"

Through narrowed eyes, Jeremy held up a coffee mug shaped like a toilet, complete with the handle.

Most everyone held back their snickers, but Rick cackled. "Wouldn't ya know it! That's the gift I brought!"

If Jeremy's grip tightened anymore, the handle might have shattered. Nonetheless, so long as no one looked at his white knuckles, Jeremy kept his composure as the party wound down. He offered mechanical goodbyes and rehearsed Christmas wishes to executives he couldn't name without their badges. Once the rec room emptied, Rick approached, clapping a hand on Jeremy's shoulder.

"Hey, buddy! Great party, eh?"

"Do not talk to me." Jeremy shrugged his hand off and started off, but Rick called after.

"C'mon! I just wanted to make it up to you!"

Jeremy turned around and held out the cup. "So you're going to take your shitty mug back?"

Rick doubled over laughing, holding his stomach. "That's a good one!" He gasped for breath. "Get it? Cuz it's shaped like a shitter!"

"I'm leaving," Jeremy said.

"Wait, wait, wait," Rick rushed to usher Jeremy back into the rec room. "Just hear me out."

"I'd rather not."

But Rick persisted. "Hey, how about we strike a deal." He held out his hand. "If you don't like it, you could punch my teeth out and blame it on a variant, no questions asked."

Jeremy didn't hesitate to shake his hand. "You got yourself a deal."

"I got three words for you, buddy." Rick pulled out a baggy of unidentified white powder and waved it in front of Jeremy. "Let it snow."

The track switched to "White Christmas" as Jeremy's eyes widened. "Rick...is this?"

"You know it! Purest on the market."

"Where on earth did you get this? Last I heard the only good dealer around here jumped town."

Rick chuckled. "Been saving it for a rainy day." He gave the bag a shake. "What'd ya say?"

"I say this could be a Merry Christmas after all."

[akagami-no-rae]

Dealer's choice pairing, 18. waking up with amnesia au

Song Rec

AO3

Shirayuki woke up on the hardwood floor of… what looked to be a pharmacy and a nice one at that. She didn’t know where this pharmacy was, let alone how she’d gotten on its floor. She pulled herself up feeling a pain in her side and head, being careful to avoid the broken glass. A bottle had been shattered and it’s liquid was seeping into the floor and rug. She looked around the room, disturbed that she still didn’t know where she was and that there was a young man lying next to her.

Noticing him so suddenly made her jump and look around yet again, frantic for someone to help.

“Umm, hello?” She tapped his shoulder and he stirred. “Sir, are you okay?”

The young man sat up suddenly in a crouch and jumped away from her. His blue eyes were wide with alarm and fixed on her for a long while before, “You have strange hair.”

Shirayuki blinked, reaching up to touch her hair, “Yeah I get that a lo-” her hair… she stroked it again, but it ended right at her jaw line. She didn’t remember cutting it.

The young man stood and Shirayuki let go of her hair, “I don’t think you should move around too much.”

He looked around the room with a knit brow, “The pharmacy,” he whispered and relaxed, slightly. He turned to Shirayuki, “Did I take something?”

Shirayuki shook her head, “I wouldn’t know.”

“But, don’t you work here?” he asked and pointed to her chest.

She looked down and saw that she was wearing a necklace with a pink glass pendant. She picked it up to look at it and read, ‘Shirayuki Royal Court Pharmacist of Wistal Castle.’ Shirayuki blinked. That was her name, but she was an herbalist in Tanbarun and Wistal was all the way in Clarines. She rubbed her forehead, unable to make sense of any of this.

“Where’s the chief pharmacist?” he asked. “If she gave me something and I can’t remember, she’d want to know.”

“I-I don’t work here,” she said.

He groaned in frustration and called, “Chief Garrack?” He took a step and crunched some of the glass under his boots. He looked down at the glass shards next to me and jumped back again, “Chief! Chief Garrack!”

There was the sound of running then a door slid open and woman with long blonde hair burst in. “What happened?”

She looked between the panicked young man and Shirayuki on the floor next to shattered glass and hurried to Shirayuki’s side. She took Shirayuki’s hands and turned them over looking for lacerations then turned to the young man. “What happened, Prince Zen?”

“Did you give me something?”

“Wait, what?”

“I don’t remember, did you give me poison?”

“Poison!? What are you talking about?” She turned to Shirayuki hoping for some answers but she just stared at both of them with mounting concern.

“That wasn’t the antidote was it?” he asked pointing at the puddle on the floor amongst the glass.

The woman, Garrack, closed her eyes and held up both her hands, “Okay, you think I gave you a poison dosage.”

“You didn’t?” the price looked relieved.

“No, I didn’t,” she said, and stood to look him in the eyes, “Did you think I was trying to slip it to you without you knowing? We agreed a long time ago that those administrations would all be scheduled and above board. I would never go back on that, your highness.”

The prince looked down and away, “I didn’t think you were lying, I just thought that maybe a side effect of the poison was memory loss and I somehow forgot.”

She crossed her arms, “Well, now I’m concerned. What made you think you were poisoned to begin with?”

“I woke up on the floor. She was there.” he pointed at Shirayuki, “And I didn’t remember how I got there.”

Garrack took the prince by the shoulder and guided him to sit. “Prince Zen, do you know who she is?” she also pointed at Shirayuki but never took her eyes off him. Shirayuki was a little insulted that she didn’t just ask her who she was.

“I thought she worked here, but she says she doesn’t.” the chief whipped her head towards Shirayuki.

“Shirayuki, where do you work, then?”

Shirayuki was a little put off that this stranger knew her name, but she looked genuinely worried, “I just opened an herb shop in Tanbarun.”

Garrack’s eyes where huge, her mouth a thin line of dread. She lifted her sleeve to cover her nose and yelled.

“Ryuu!”

Garrack called for Mitsuhide, Kiki, and Obi to come and see her and explained the situation. The fumes from the shattered bottle had caused Zen and Shirayuki to forget the last two years of their lives.“That means master doesn’t remember me and the miss doesn’t remember meeting any of us?”“The last thing Zen remembers is being grounded for leaving the palace without permission. He thinks he’s not yet eighteen. And Shirayuki last remembers opening her herb shop in Tanbarun.“When will they remember?” Mitsuhide asked.“The mind’s tricky, it could be a couple days, weeks… longer.” Kiki unfolded her arms, “You’re saying that there’s a chance that they’ll never remember?” Garrack nodded, reluctantly. “I’ll do what I can to develop a reversal, but right now, just walk them through their usual routines, be understanding, but treat them like nothing has changed. Familiar sights and smells should help.”Mitsuhide and Kiki nodded to each other. Obi asked, “Who’s going to tell the elder highness?”Mitsuhide’s look of determination turned sickly, “I’ll give it a couple days, but if Zen still doesn’t remember, I’ll have to inform him.” “We’ll look after Zen,” Kiki said, “Obi, stay with Shirayuki.”Obi balked, “Did you forget, too, Miss Kiki? She doesn’t know who I am.” “That didn’t cause her to send you away the first time,” Kiki cocked a grin, “Not to mention, you have a clean slate now.”

The first day was rough. Zen responded to Mitsuhide’s coddling with obstinance. Kiki tried to step in and mediate the situation with reason, but her partner and charge weren‘t the most logical people. She and Mitsuhide ended up spending the evening trying to find Zen who’d run away without telling them. Obi had an easier time with Shirayuki who seemed thrilled to get a chance to have a tour of the pharmacy. Prince Izana was filled in on the situation like Mitsuhide said he would, but to his surprise, Izana took it in stride. “Can’t remember anything from the last two years?” “That’s correct,” Mitsuhide responded with a bowed head.“So he doesn’t remember meeting that red haired pharmacist and she doesn’t remember meeting him?”Mitsuhide looked up to see Izana looking out the window, a coy grin on his face. “Yes, sir,” Mitsuhide watched cautiously, “Will you come see him, I think it might help him recover-““I wonder,” Izana cut him off, “would it be so bad for Zen if he doesn’t remember?”It was rhetorical, Mitsuhide knew that and almost bit his tongue, almost. “Yes, it would.” Izana turned his head to him with narrowed eyes, his smile gone.“Meeting Shirayuki inspired a change in Zen. That person out there who doesn’t have trust in anyone isn’t Zen.” Izana tried to stare Mitsuhide down, but he refused to falter. “Of course,” Izana said slowly, his eyes still narrowed as he looked back out the window, “Forgive me for being optimistic.”

Two weeks passed without change. Zen refused to open up to Mitsuhide so long as he treated him like a child, which was difficult when Zen, himself, kept forgetting that he was nearly twenty. Obi spent the weeks gardening with Shirayuki who took to her old work like nothing was different. Occasionally, though, she’d ask a question that caused him to pause.“How did we meet?” she said one morning over a bed of flowers she was harvesting the seeds of. Obi blinked at her, then shrugged, “We were childhood friends, of course.”“Very funny, Obi.” she said.“It’s true, you were just too young to remember.” She looked at him with a smile and cocked eyebrow, “Tell me, really.” “Okay,” he relented, “We met here in the palace, that was before you were a pharmacist.” “So you were working for the prince, then?”Obi scratched the back of his head, “Not quite yet, no.” Shirayuki put down her work and looked at him, sensing a story. Obi lifted his hands and waved, “It’s really not a great story, miss.” “If it’s something I knew once, help me remember.” Her eyes were so big, “Please, Obi.” Obi sighed, “Fine, miss, you win… the truth is that I’m an ex-assassin who was hired by an evil lord to threaten your life so that you’d be too afraid to return to the palace ever again.” Obi’s hands were lifted by his face where he was scowling ridiculously and wiggling his fingers menacingly. “No, really.” Shirayuki said, unamused. Obi deflated, “But that is the truth, miss.” “What evil lord wanted you to threaten me?” “Okay, maybe ‘evil’ isn’t the right word, maybe… odious?” “Why then?”“Because of your friendship with the prince.” She scrunched her nose. The prince had been rather rude to her the day they forgot. It seemed two years coupled with never knowing her had a large effect on his disposition. “The prince,” she said, trying to make sense of it, “Were we really friends?” “No,” Obi said, to her shock. Everyone had been telling her how close they were, a fact she found hard to believe. She was about to question him when he leaned in close to her partially covering his mouth. “The rumor I heard said that the two of you were lovers.” Shirayuki was mortified. Obi burst into laughter. Shirayuki, beat red, bowed her head until her chin touched her chest. Obi wiped a tear, “Sorry, miss, that joke went a little too far.”She shook her head and knotted her fingers. “I’m so confused.” she whispered. Obi reached out his hand before he knew what he planned to do with it then drew it back. Obi began slowly, cautiously. “You two are close friends and there are such rumors, but the truth is, the miss is someone the prince holds very dear.” Shirayuki lifted her head, her eyes were watery, looking at him. At him. His entire being begged him to end his sentence there… But… “And the prince is a very important person to the miss, too.” Shirayuki looked back down at her work and busied herself, they sat in silence for a minute before she spoke.“Mitsuhide mentioned that when we met we saved each other, do you know what that means?” Zen only ever made small mentions about their meeting to Obi which caused him to have to creatively fill in the gaps. “Once upon a time, there was a spoiled idiot prince. The idiot prince was so used to getting whatever he wanted he thought he could even own a person. However that didn’t sit well with the little red heroine, who ran away from the idiot prince. Then, she met a grumpy prince in the forest. The idiot prince found them and cursed the grumpy prince, so the little red heroine gave herself up in order to free the grumpy prince. That, however, didn’t sit well with the grumpy prince who broke the curse on himself so that he could come to the little red heroine’s side. Together, they vanquished the idiot prince.”Shirayuki’s brow was knit tightly in confusion. “But why did I stay?” she asked, quietly.Obi sighed, again. This was getting troublesome for his heart, “I wasn’t there, I shouldn’t be the one to say.”

Obi and Shirayuki walked out to the gardens carrying empty baskets in their arms. Suddenly their path was cut off by the prince stumbling out in front of them. He looked back over his shoulder and grunted, “He’s driving me insane!”He turned his head to see a shocked Obi and Shirayuki. His glare lingered on Shirayuki, like he was considering her, then he turned to Obi.“You.” He pointed at Obi, “You’re my messager, right?”Obi pointed at himself, “Uum yeah, that’s right, master.”“I told you to stop calling me master.”“Sorry, master.” Obi said with a grin, “I must have forgot.” Zen scowled at him. “Will you please send a message to Mitsuhide saying that I won’t break if I take a walk without him breathing down my neck.”“I have an idea, master,” he handed him his basket, “I’ll go talk to mister while you take a walk with the miss, here.”He was gone before either of them could protest.

“You didn’t actually have to come along with me.” Shirayuki said setting down her basket and kneeling in the dirt. Zen did the same and watched what she was doing.“It would have been rude to say no.”“You don’t have to be worried about my feelings.” she said, “You didn’t seem concerned about them before.”Zen looked sheepish, “I’m sorry if I was rude that day.” “Oh, an apology?”“Yes, I was panicked. These last few weeks have been really confusing.”“I know.” she said, not letting him off the hook. He looked like her reply had slapped him. He stared at her, trying to parse it out, then nodded in acceptance of it. The wind picked up suddenly, rustling the leaves and lifting the smell of warm soil and vegetation. Shirayuki closed her eyes to take it in. The wind wipped around her hair and tickled her nose.She peaked to see the tops of the plants sway and instead saw that Zen was letting the breeze tossle his hair too, a smile crossed his lips, and his chest expanded and fell back with a deep breath. He turned his gaze over the horizon and it landed on Shirayuki, “I love that sound.” She smiled back, “Maybe that’s what we had in common.” “I’m curious about you.”“About us being friends?” It wasn’t really a question, she knew what he meant because she could say the same about him.“Yes. Mitsuhide and Kiki told me how we met.” He noticed that had gotten her attention, “Did they not tell you?”She realized she’d been staring and looked away, “I heard a….funny story, but nothing detailed.”He smirked and began feigning sudden interest in a leaf he’d picked up off the floor. “You’re not going to tell me?” Zen shrugged, “Only if you tell me why people think we’re engaged.” The mortification returned. “I-I don’t know, Obi mentioned rumors about lovers, but…” Zen flushed, “I’m sorry, you don’t have t-”“He said we that we are important to one another. After we saved each other…” she looked around before settling back on those giant blue eyes, “Maybe even the reason I didn’t return to Tanbarun.” Zen nodded slowly, the birds sang during the long silence. “I was worried that you were someone only interested in my title. I-I know that can’t be true, now!” he finished quickly, “Now, that I’ve spoken to you for just this short while.”She stared at him with glistening eyes, “Thank you, Zen.” She blinked suddenly and frantically waved her arms, “Prince Zen, I mean. Sorry, I don’t know where that came from.”Zen laughed, “Shirayuki, If I considered you important once, you’re important to me now.” He extended his hand, “My friends call me Zen.”She reached out and took his hand, a large smile on her face. “Zen.”

[i-am-so-over-you]

Yoonmin Fic Recs Masterlist (only happy endings)

So I have been reading a lot of Yoongi/Jimin because they are giving me all the feelings, here are some of my favourite ones. I will keep updating this. It is short because I just started not too long ago. :)

Note that this is for fun only and I do not actually believe that the real Yoongi and Jimin will be romantically linked in any way. 

All of the fics are complete and on Ao3.

Updated: 19th February 2018

Wow it’s been a while since I’ve updated this list and I came back to 800 notes!! Here’s more of my recent favourites.

Aeon

aeonian (adj.) [ee-oh-nee-uhn] eternal; everlasting.

In the year 1304 A.D., tensions between the Vampires and the Lycans are at an all time high. Min Yoongi is the Captain of the Death Dealers and the most elite of the Vampires' protectors. Over the long years of his life, Yoongi has grown unemotional and apathetic, no longer interested in feeling emotions. When the human nobles come to visit, Yoongi meets Park Jimin, the youngest son of a baron, and his whole life changes. Suddenly Jimin is the most important thing in his world, and Yoongi will do anthing to protect him.

Me: Someone I just enjoy the same story of aloof Yoongi finally finding something to care about, no matter the universe. Enjoy this one, I loved it.

oil, lube, service

"Unless you know what a ‘rear oil change’ is? I mean, what the hell are they going to oil, my tires?” Jimin laughs at the ridiculousness. “Oh, I don’t know, but that sounds kind of kinky, 'changing your rear oil.' It sounds like the mechanic is preparing you for buttsex.”

“Tae!” Jimin complains.

AKA The mechanic AU where Park Jimin thinks Min Yoongi is overcharging him for car maintenance, but he's really not, cue Yoonmin falling in love.

Me: It’s refreshing to see real-life relationship struggles and personal insecurities in a fic. Honestly I think our fandom has one of the most talented writer base there is. This was so good. The author is someone I set notifications for so I get an email whenever they update. Amazing work. Do check out her other stuff if you looking for great characterised stories.

Warm Mr. Wolfie

Jimin's late aunt left him a cabin last year, and he still hasn't been by so he takes time off to spend the holiday season there. Little does he know he'll meet a wolf on his hike behind the cabin, a wolf that will change form in front of him and claim to be his mate.

Me: If you are looking for something short and cute this is the one to go for. Very fast burn.

Gotta Be Fate (If We’re Under the Covers)

Jimin is excited to just sleep for a day and maybe catch up on some tv shows at the hotel.

That is, until they get to the new hotel they’re staying at, and he gets handed a room key that’s the same as Yoongi’s. Meaning, he and Yoongi will share a room and worse, he and Yoongi will have to share a bed.

“Why do I have to share with Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin complains. He’s managed to avoid it this whole trip which is really in his best interest if he wants to keep his raging heart boner for him hidden.

AKA my response to Yoonmin sharing a bed, 8 years too late.

Me: I’ve loved canon-compliant fics, not because I really believe the real-life them are together but because it makes it easier to picture, somehow, This is so cute and sweet.

The Songbird and the Sea

In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

Me: I just want to say that I’ve been aware of this pic since a very long time ago but I refused to read it until it was completed (cos I am just not very good at waiting). THIS IS A MASTERPIECE.

Updated: 28th September 2017

Winter Blues

Yoongi is turned into a cat by a sorceress, and novice witch Jimin finds him and takes him home. Fluff and feelings ensue.

Me: This fic is fluff. Fluff. Fluff. There is just enough tension. Just enough angst. Just enough everything to make this the perfect warm-feeling fic to end off the night before you sleep.

7 Minutes in Heaven

“It’s a fusion game. The person who spins the bottle gets to ask the person it landed on truth or dare, and if that person doesn’t want to answer or do the dare then they either take a shot or take off an article of clothing,” Jin says like he’s proud of improvising such a fantastic game. “I’m not playing that,” Yoongi says. “Hyung, don’t be a party pooper, are you scared we’ll learn your secrets?” Hoseok asks and Namjoon ah’s dramatically. Yoongi shakes his head and puts his tongue in his cheek before he smiles at their antics, pushing Namjoon over closer to Jin so that he can sit down. “Please, hyung, it sounds like fun!” Jungkook says. “It’s my birthday.”

Me: Indulgent!Yoongi and shy!Jimin is my favourite thing.

Coffee and Honey

"-Hyung...- Hoseok sighs -You are as intimidating as a pink marshmallow. -That's the fucking point! -Yoongi literally bangs his head on the table -He IS a pink marshmallow."

In which Yoongi has insomnia, cannot for the love of God socialize, and Jimin is the way too cheerful and, oh, so downright gorgeus barista who works in a nocturnal coffe shop.

Me: As an insomniac, this fic feels like a dream come true.

13 Iconic Yoonmin Moments

"Taetae

https://youtu.be/jESuM-NRS9k 23:59 I feel like you might want to watch this, hyung ;) 23:59"

Or, the one where Taehyung sends Yoongi a video that shows the top 13 Iconic Yoonmin Moments, and suddenly Yoongi is way too aware of the way Jimin acts around him.

Me: I really love canon BTS fics and this one is good so much that it is believable. I really really love how the writer made it realistic and well-paced.

Money can’t buy happiness (except when it does)

“So, I know that you're homeless and that you don't need my pity, it's just that I noticed you always write on the edges of your notebook because you probably can't buy a new one, so I bought you six new notebooks and... wait, are you crying?” AU

Me: This made me sad but made me smile at the same time. As always, all fics all this list end well so get ready for some light angst that ends with fluff.

Please don’t take my Sunshine Away

"As you took the sun away from my life I will do the same. You'll never feel the sun on your skin again, you will never see the light of day. Only when someone will feel for you love in the purest form, in the brightest way, only then the sun will come back again. But too bad, such love does not exist and it will never find it's way."

Min Yoongi is cursed and hasn't seen the sun in three years. Enter Park Jimin, literal ray of sunshine, and suddenly the sun isn't so important anymore.

Me: As someone who has days that feel like they never see the sunlight. I think I am also looking for a Jimin who is the embodiment of sunshine.

in your eyes (it’s where i wanna be)

Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what his churning gut says about danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T.

(Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.)

Me: This is just so much cute blushing Jimin and tough but secretly soft Yoongi. I love love love this so much.

Updated: 25th June 2017

I only rec fics with happy endings.

Heated Love

"In his daze Jimin barely realizes the seriousness of the situation, but he’s sure of one thing: he’d trust Yoongi with his life. And right now, with his aching body and burning skin, he couldn’t trust anyone else but the alpha to take care of him."

In which Jimin is going through his first heat and, again, he doesn't really know what to do.

Me: this is the continuation to the First Love fic further down this list. I am a sucker for protective!Yoongi and needyOmega!Jimin so let’s just leave it at there. I also might have a bit of a Hyung kink but let’s not talk about this anymore.

Movie Night

Movie night with the band usually means a lazy evening watching some dull western flick while eating unhealthy amounts of popcorn, but every now and then, when it’s Jeongguk’s turn to pick, it means gory horror movies that has Jimin burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck to not scream in terror at every single jumpscare.

And Yoongi? Well, Yoongi finds a new way to distract him.

Me: This is *blush* the filthiest one-shot I have on this list and it hits all the right spots. Featuring the shy Jiminnie and his indulgent Yoongi. 

Barbershop Romance

Jimin's impromptu visit to a salon called SUGA turns out to be more interesting than he expected. Way more interesting.

(Also known as 27 pages full of tooth-rotting fluff, painfully obvious flirting, and sexual tension.)

Me: This is just so much fluff and tension and Min Yoongi being a secret softie for our Jimin. 

Barbershop Love

Jimin has never taken his best friend’s jokes about his alleged praise kink seriously, because that’s all they are and ever will be. Jokes. They’re stupid jokes that Taehyung makes at his expense to see the shy Jimin turn into a blushing, embarrassed mess of stuttering protests and meek curses. They’re only jokes, and they’re so stupid.

Or at least Jimin has always thought so, but then his hairdresser boyfriend asks him to pose as a model for his winter collection, and Jimin realizes that there might the teeniest, tiniest bit of truth to Taehyung’s persistent teasing.

Me: I am quite the sucker also for a Jimin with a praise kink. Let’s just leave it as that. This is a sorta sequel to the fic above. MissterMaia is a genius, I would recommend reading everything they have written.

Greedy

Yoongi gives Jimin anything he asks for, but Jimin still wants more.

Me: SugarDaddy!Yoongi pampers SugarBaby!Jimin but his baby wants more. So much more. This is just fluff there is so much fluff.

Math Tutor

Min Yoongi is the school's resident Bad Boy™. He's covered in tattoos, is pierced, curses like a sailor, smokes like crazy, doesn't give a shit about anything, possesses a hot temper that has people steering clear of him, and is desperately in love with Park Jimin, the adorable math nerd. When Jimin is tasked with tutoring Yoongi in math, who is in danger of failing the class and being held back a year, both boys are hesitant. Yoongi because he can't think straight around the boy with startling red hair, and Jimin because Yoongi is scary as hell and looks like he can easily kill someone. Gradually, though, the two grow closer, and Jimin finds that Yoongi is nothing like how he'd imagined.

Me: BadBoy!Yoongi being a softie for our good student Jimin. Hits all the right spots.

Blueberry Muffins

Park Jimin, a meek, quiet assistant at Bangtan News Station, catches the wrath of his long- time crush, the 7’o clock news anchor, Min Yoongi, when Jimin accidentally switches scripts one night and almost causes an incident on live, national television. Yoongi is furious and makes Jimin cry in a room full of their coworkers, calling him names and telling him how stupid he is. Afterwards, Jimin takes to avoiding Yoongi like the plague, and Yoongi, who at first couldn’t stand Jimin, can’t help but start noticing him everywhere. Soon he finds himself falling for Jimin, which scares him, because Yoongi has never felt this way about a man before. Will it be too late to salvage a relationship with Jimin, or did Yoongi ruin his chance for good?

Me: Some light angst here and there but of course, like all the other fics in this list, there is a happy endings. 

The Devil’s Mistress

Yoongi is Captain of the pirate ship, the Devil's Mistress, and he and his crew are racing against time to find a famous buried treasure, always one step behind and losing it to another rival ship. To gain the upper hand, Yoongi kidnaps a silver-haired beauty who is rumored to be a creature of great power. He isn't expecting to fall in love on the way.

Me: I love the bed-sharing trope in fics. So this is perfect.

Side Dishes

Yoongi is Korea's most famous actor. He's kissed so many pretty girls that he doesn't know what love is supposed to feel like anymore.

And then he meets rookie actor Park Jimin.

Me: What? A fic with feelings and plot and also a secondary plot that is good enough to be a fic of its own? 

Magic Appa Love Scone

The one where Park Jimin thinks he mostly has his shit together until he wakes up married in a future universe that tells him otherwise.

AKA the one where fate slaps Park Jimin across the face.

Me: I know that the title sounds weird but wow this gave me far too many feelings. 

Sexy Mochi

Yoongi’s never really understood why it’s a stereotypical thing for alphas to have some obsession with omega’s necks. He’d always thought that was kind of weird and just some macho ‘make your mate submit by biting their throat’ thing until he’s alone in the kitchen with Park Jimin and his damn shirt falls down his damn shoulder.

Me: Omega!Jimin is a tease when he wants to be.

Spring Day

Even when he was a pup, Park Jimin never even dreamed that he would find his soulmate. Thoughts like that were better left to his hopelessly romantic best friend and partner in crime, Kim Taehyung. It's a one in a million chance, but a twist of fate brings a strange wolf into Jimin's life and it changes things forever.

Me: Alpha!Yoongi learns to love with our little Omega!Jimin. With a healthy amount of angst to add to the fluff at the end.

Updated: 3rd June 2017

I have returned with some new fics I found over the last few weeks. Enjoy! :D 

Out of My System

Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart, because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the opening of his friend’s new club.

Me: How do I say this, there are fics that start with one night stands and none of them went on as beautifully as this one. It is a natural progression, almost like a real relationship, I am like the way Yoongi is portrayed here. Conflicted but ultimately a softie at heart.

where the heart is

She hadn’t been ready to be a mother and Yoongi hadn’t been ready to be a father, but where she had turned tail and run, Yoongi had vowed never to do the same.

Me: I wasn’t expecting this single father Yoongi story to pull me in as much as it did. There is sufficient twists in this to keep it interesting and also a climax at the end which is nice. A soft, mostly fluffy story of how a Yoongi believes in love again. 

tear the moon from the stars tonight

"Remember what I told you. You are mine now and I take care of my things."

Joseon Era AU: Jimin, a low born, catches the attention of nobleboy Min Yoongi.

Me: I wasn’t sure what to expect of this Joseon AU fic but it was pretty good, with enough character progression. Read it for something different.

Paper Chase

Jimin thought that joining a fraternity would be all parties and fun. He hadn’t anticipated falling for his cute roommate, Yoongi.

Me: If you are looking for some light fluff and PWP, this is the fic to go for. It is a hard R so beware.

Updated: 29th May 2017

when you're in love all the lines get blurred

Jimin isn't sure what possessed him to lie to his mother and tell her that he had a boyfriend, but now that he's opened the position, he has no choice but to fill it. Yoongi is, apparently, his only option.

Me: I just love love love love the whole fake boyfriend idea no matter which fandom I am into at the moment. I really enjoyed this one there is some angst but also so must fluff.

The 100-Day Love Challenge 

For a variety show challenge, Jimin must tell Yoongi every day for 100 days that he loves him.

Me: There is nothing for me to explain. Nothing. If you are having a bad day and need fluff this is it.

Conflicting Arrangement

"Absolutely not," Yoongi deadpanned. "Namjoon-ah. I value you as a friend, and I think I'd even go as far as to say that you're my best friend, but absolutely fucking not."

"You owe me," Namjoon pleaded. "Come on, Yoongi, it's not a big deal."

"Your boyfriend's best friend's best friend needs a fake boyfriend to come out to his family this Chuseok, all the way in fucking Busan." Yoongi repeated drily without pause, making Namjoon wince. He flipped a page of his textbook, picking up his highlighter. "Not a big deal, Namjoon. Amazing."

Me: This is a really really long fic but god do I love it. It is worth it. Slow but the character development is really really well done. It is also yet another pretend boyfriend fics (I just love them)

First Love

Jimin is being courted for the first time. He doesn't really know what to do.

Me: This fic is in the OmegaVerse, if you are not into it please do not enter. I repeat, DO NOT ENTER. However if you are, this fic is just too precious not to share I want to drown in the fluffiness of it all.

Do You Like Your Drafts Rough?

As a romance novelist, one would think Min Yoongi would have his own romantic life sorted out a little more than he actually did. Because instead of being in a happy, nauseating relationship, Yoongi was juggling both a one-sided crush and some punk who lived downstairs.

Me: This is an AU where Yoongi is a writer and Jin is a librarian. I highly recommend the entire series.

we pass in front of a flower shop (and i catch the scent of roses)

Jimin's a florist who sings to the flowers and crushes hard on the mint-haired man who just came in to buy a cactus.

Me: Just picture Jiminnie singing to flowers and watering them because i am dying at the thought of it and this fic is exactly what it is. PLEASE READ for a fluffy time.

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ok love ur hunger games au!! have you ever considered doing a twilight, its my favorite book series, and think they’re so many opportunities for a love triangle there!! if not do you have any vampires fics recommendations or in the works?? on a03 or tumblr idcccc lol also idc if its a oneshot or long, or unfinished, didn’t know if i have to specifically, sorry this is so long lol

DUDE FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU!!! The Hunger Games au WILL be updated at some point soon it’s just so painful to know what I’m gonna put everyone through in it so ngl I kinda psyched myself out (as I have said I’m a wimp when it comes to angst) but I SWEAR it won’t get abandoned it’ll just come slowly (yes this is bc I wanna fuck Stan up in the arena I’m not sorry I am going to write the SHIT out of the Cave Scenes)

And I agree that a twilight au would absolutely EAT!!! I do enjoy twilight and I could write an ESSAY on the Twilight-ification of the hunger games specifically love triangle wise and how much I DESPISE the mainstream media for doing that, but I’m honestly not that big into twilight or vampire stuff in general. HOWEVER!!!

I may or may not have seen some art of vampire Kyle and priest Craig that perhaps got me thinkin… (I’ve never written vamp kyle but I am always an enjoyer of pastorcraig so I might have to try sum out)

I do have some recs with Twilight adjacent shit bc it’s me and ofc I got recs for just about everything.

*As Long As I Have You by iksvolforb WAREWOLF STAN!!! oh my god this is just such a sweet oneshot dude it’s a slay

*sleep tight by startwithsnail STICK OF TRUTH where Stan is a warewolf it’s ADORABLE

*Lick Your Wounds by alister312 DEADASS ONE OF MY FAVORITE KYSTOPHE FICS! We got vamp! Kyle and it’s a quick read just such a perfect pairing for Ky as a vampire!

*something borrowed by wizardmonex another stick of truth ofc VAMP KYLE!

*bitten, smitten- what’s the difference? by sansxfuckyou VAMPIRE HUNTER MYSTERION k2 holy shit this is such a fun oneshot!!! (I def recommend all their k2 fics)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK I love getting asked especially for recommendations bc I BE READING CONSTANTLY (I have no life and I sleep about as much as Tweek tbh so I’m constantly on ao3) if anyone has recs for this anon pls drop em!

Also I will totally be the rec dealer if y’all got any requests!!! I’m always down to be insane abt sp fanfiction!