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lavenderpenumbra · 2 years ago

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here are my oneshot fic recs that are mostly fluff (some might have a very teeny smidge of angst).

main fic rec masterlist

[implied smut] / [smut]

[s] off-road by @sol-luna-estrellas

You have never ridden a motorcycle before, so Bucky takes you out on his bike and makes sure it’s a night you’ll never forget.

Starved by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky’s your best friend, but he keeps his distance. You’re certain he needs some affection, and convincing him takes some effort.

untitled by @/buckyalpine

High bucky at a party

[i.s.] To Let You Win by @delaber

a sparring match between you and your best friend turns into something you’ve both been keeping under the surface when he refuses to let you lose the game

Truth by @lovelybarnes

bucky barnes and truth serum

[i.s.] By Your Side by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

Multiple scenarios of Bucky loving, comforting, and taking care of you while sick.

You're My Mess by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky comes home from a mission tired and sore and bloody. All he wants to do is go to sleep, but you help him get cleaned up.

[s] Gray by @straywords

Bucky’s starting to notice the gray in his beard and you show him you don’t mind at all.

[s] untitled by @buckyseternal

(prompt: that new haircut suits you.)

[i.s.] Drunk In Love by @bethdutten

you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and– fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him.

Day After Tomorrow by @buckyarchives

enhanced hearing is both a blessing and a curse. eavesdropping, loud music, footsteps and when your sweet neighbor has been coughing her pretty head off all day.

[s] Make Me Forget by @povlvr

Unceremoniously dumped by your scumbag boyfriend Bucky’s mission is to spend Valentine’s Day cheering you up & showing you what it would belike to be Bucky Barnes’s girl, maybe he’s shooting his shot, maybe he’s just that darn charming

Silent Treatment by @buckylattes

Bucky thinks you’re giving him the silent treatment…..

[i.s.] Scars To Your Beautiful by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky and Reader exploring each other’s bodies, but not in a sexual way. Finding their different birthmarks, looking over each other’s scars and sharing stories behind them, running their hands over one another and just appreciating the feeling of the other person next to them.

[s] I'll Catch You by @/buckyalpine

Bucky never leaves your side after you faint

The Mask by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

you convince bucky that every few months, your skin starts to peel off during your period

Little Things by @sunshine-on-my-mind

Life gets better because of the little things. Especially when you have the best boyfriend in the whole world.

[i.s.] Sharing is Caring by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Bucky doesn’t share food. No exceptions. Well, one exception.

A Little Longer by @/buckyalpine

It’s just a little lie

Can I Call You, Baby by @slyyywriting

You and Banner try to create a cure for the common cold but it doesn’t go well for one of your variable samples. Turns out bootleg super soldier serum and experimental medicine do not mix well.

Secret Relationship by @espinosaurusrexex

(where everyone is trying to set bucky up on a date but he's with reader and no one knows)

Affection by @skellyagogo

Affection wasn't something Bucky felt he deserved, it had become a foreign concept to him.

Dress Code by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

a party for Nat inspires you to dress a little more risqué than usual, but it leads to a wave of anxiety that Bucky must help you through.

hintdropped by @rocketrhap3000

while looking at rings online, you accidentally click a “send a hint” feature addressed to Bucky’s email, despite never having that conversation with him and not even knowing whether or not that’s something he wants, but his reaction surprises you :)

Bumblebees and Honeybees by @/venusstorm

The time in which you gifted Bucky Barnes an adorable little keychain for his motorcycle.

pucker up, buttercup by @witchywithwhiskey

it's been a long day of working at your lemonade stall during the town's busy summer festival and making the day worse is all the unwanted attention and come-ons you've gotten from customers. by the time bucky barnes tries his own tired pickup line, you've had enough—but then he goes and spills a fresh pitcher of lemonade and offers to make a new one. you're reluctant to admit bucky might not be like all those other guys. in fact, he might be someone you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with.

#fic rec from meg #marvel fic rec #fic recs

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blackpalaladin · 8 years ago

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Everything we used to be

‘How we were’ History/Decay Day 1 (Ao3) “Wake up, Soldier.” The voice is high, female, and it grates against his sensitive ears. The air reeks of bleach and the metallic sting of machinery. Jack flexes against the restraints holding him to a chair of some sort, wrists bound to the arms, calves to the legs, neck to the headrest. He can’t see much without the visor. He notes that his entire faceplate is missing and two hazy figures hover before him in a highly florescent room. The lights burn his ruined retinas but the smell is the worst. “Hello Soldier 76.” Another voice, this one male and on his left. “Talon.” Jack grunts. “Correct.” The woman states, “You were surprisingly easy to catch.” That was a lie. He had known Reaper was there. Could feel Widowmaker’s eyes on him from wherever her web was hidden. He had let them take him. “I see the S.E.P’s serum did little to stop the aging process.” The woman snorts, “Or heal the most basic of scars.” The cold tip of her finger runs along the scar marring his face and ends where his mouth is burned and mangled from the explosion. “He’s also blind.” The man notes and Jack can hear him scribbling on a clipboard. “Is extracting the information even worth it?” The woman asks, “The serum was supposed to create the perfect soldier. Look at him. One small explosion and it didn’t even take care of the wounds.” “We can perfect it once we have what we need.” The man shrugs. -0-0-0-0-0-0- Gabriel hates computers, always has. It’s even more frustrating when your body doesn’t stay solid long enough to even press the keys. He scowls at the double monitors in front of him and hates technology with a burning passion. “Looking for something?” Ameile’s thick accent inquiries from behind him, her legs thrown over the arm of a recliner. “No.” He grunts. “Perhaps the interrogation of one, Soldier 76?” She grins. He turns to scowl at her, “No.” Her long legs slip from the arm and as she stands her grin is practically predatory, “I take point on the next payload extraction and I’ll get you in.” He scowls from her to the computer and back, “Fine.” She does some fancy finger work on the keyboard and the screens flash once. One is blue and the other shows the Soldier bound to a chair with two of the head Talon scientists hovering before him. Something hitches in Gabriel’s chest at the mangled warzone of Jack Morrison’s face. His nose is bleeding, eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. The chairs he’s in has some version of a neural headdress hanging above the white hair and a blue screen beside it. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Soldier. This is a neural interface that can extract potent memories from the medial temporal lobe of your brain. We will get to see and hear them.” The man states automatically, waving his pen at the blue screen. “And the point of all this?” Jack scoffs. “You were a Commander, Soldier. Somewhere in that ancient brain of yours is the secret to the Enhancement serum.” The man rambles on, “We are going to find it and duplicate it.” He gives Jack a disgusted once over, “Hopefully with better results than your sad outcome.” Gabriel glances down at his hand as it dissolves into smoke then forms back into a hand. Barely old, no wrinkles. “You really think they told me what was in it?” Jack laughs. “Only one way to find out.” The woman reaches over and attaches the headdress to keys points along Jack’s hairline and temples. The man walks up to the blue screen and pulls a keyboard from beneath it. “Let’s start with….your first day of the program, shall we?” The man presses a button and Jack’s shoulders tense-eyes squeezing shut against a pain Gabriel can’t feel. The blue screen to his left flashes once, twice and then it’s like seeing the world from Jack’s eyes. He’s shaking hands with their Colonel as the older man welcomes all the new subjects to the program. Gabriel can see himself out of the corner of Jack’s eyes, because, hell, the man IS looking at him. “Another.” The man clicks again. This memory is familiar, Gabriel welcoming Jack into the rec room where all the older wave of recruits are lounging and playing video games. “This is where we wind down.” Memory Gabe waves and Jack nods. “Get a lot of downtime?” Memory Gabe shrugs, “No.” The memory fades and a few more flash through. So many memories that Gabriel remembers as Jack does. Longing looks, claps on the back. The horrific hangovers after injection day. Some days they both collapsed on the couch and didn’t move from each others sides. Then the first mission they did together hovers before him. Easy extraction of hostages. Memory Gabe is leading them through a mangled building, Jack right on his tail, gun up and eyes scanning every nook and cranny of the rooms they enter. Gabe remembers being so confident going in. Jack at his six, Ana with a sniper atop the adjoining building. The memory before Jacks eyes explode, debris and the force of the explosion send them back against a wall. The speakers on Gabe’s monitor echo Ana’s voice asking if they are okay. Status. Status. Memory Jack glances over and presses his fingers to Memory Gabe’s throat, searching for a pulse and whispering unintelligible words. “Reyes is unconscious. What was that Amari?” Memory Jack hisses. “Must have been hidden charges in the room ahead. They just put a canyon between you two and the hostages.�� Memory Jack cusses and the memory fades to a blue screen. Gabe flicks his gaze to Jack, who seizes against the chair, inhaling sharply in pain. The woman is monitoring his vitals from another computer. “Give him a second or you’ll fry the stem.” She snorts. Gabe’s fingers curl into a fist against his thigh at the blatant disregard they seem to have for Jack’s wellbeing. Jack’s chest is heaving and his eyes are shut tight in agony. Gabe’s cold heart twists at the expression. There had been a time where that look put him to his knees before the man, whispering comfort and promises he never kept. “Again.” The man says. The blue screen flickers black. It hovers there silent like death with no light. Gabe wonders for a second if they really did damage something. Then the world floods with light and Memory Jack is sitting up in his bedroom, arm raised against the burning light above him. Memory Gabe is standing in the doorway, wearing his dark blue hoodie, arms crossed over his chest. “What the fuck was that, Morrison?” “I apologized already, Gabriel. I’m sorry. I didn’t-.” “You don’t fucking kiss a guy like that and leave him standing like a cabrón in the hall!” “You’re not mad?” Memory Jack inquires. Memory Gabe moves across the small room with a purpose in his stride and takes a seat beside him on the bed. Gabe watches himself reach forward, remembering that first soul burning kiss, as he put his hand behind Jacks head and dragged him forward into another one. The memory blinks out and Gabe watches as Jack hisses at the male scientist. “That’s private!” He snarls. “Nothing is private anymore, Soldier.” The man sneers, “At least we know how you got so high up on the totem pole.” The scar across Jack’s face turns his angry expression ugly as he strains against the bonds, trying to take a swing at the smirking man handling his brain. Gabe feels a similar anger at his own privacy being breached. “Explains quite a bit, mon cher." Amelie mutters from behind him. “Don’t.” Gabe growls. “Fast forward.” The woman groans, “I don’t want to see them fucking.” Gabe does. Jack’s eyes go wide as the machine buzzes to life and the screen lights up with fairy lights. A mirror is on a wall across from a large bed, where Memory Gabe is fucking Jack from behind, blonde hair in his grip and tugging it back so Jack can see. The sounds of a party drift in from the window. A festival in Gabriel’s home town, where he had insisted on taking Jack for the weekend. The weekend before everything went to shit. “Look at yourself, mi sol. So beautiful for me.” Memory Gabe whispers into Jack’s ear, the grunting and the whimpering from the pale man so close, yet so far away in time. Gabe swallows around the acid that burns into his throat. The man shuts off the computer and Jack slumps into the chair, head shaking side to side, eyes closed once more. “We are getting closer.” The man laughs, “How did a fag end up a strike commander anyhow?” Jack doesn’t answer. The machine whirls back to life and this memory is their team standing before the Colonel as he names Jack Morrison Strike Team Commander. Everyone around them cheers but Jack’s eyes go to Gabriel first, who is standing at attention and giving away nothing. Not the anger. Not the disappointment. The memory snaps off. “Stop.” Jack whispers, “They never told me. I’ve spent the last six years-.” The man angrily presses another button and Jack throws his head back against the chair’s head rest as the blue screen sizzles before them all. Gabriel would never forget this memory. Him and Jack standing in the middle of the building, shouting at each other. Screaming, fists clenched. Jack pleading with him, Gabriel not listening. So blinded by his hatred and his resentment. Jack trying to apologize. Then the entire memory goes up in flames. “It’s too far ahead!” The woman shouts, “This is after the explosion!” “It won’t go BACK.” The man snaps back at her. The screen blinks back on. It’s hazy, he can barely see Jacks hand as it reaches out through the broken cement and brick. He rubs his hand down his faces and it comes away bloody, but the vision is wavering. Flickering hazy and clear in quick, dizzying moments. “Gabe?!” Jack shouts, “Gabriel?!” He’s shoving aside debris, crawling from the mess around him. Vision fading. Memory Jack spots something blurry ahead and he crawls for it, reaching out, whispering apologies. Gabe doesn’t remember this. He had been dead already. Seeing it is nauseating. A high pitched whine starts as Jack’s fingers curl into Gabriel’s blackwatch uniform. The cry is ugly and demented. Gabriel can’t tell if it’s coming from Memory Jack or the one seated in an interrogation room fifty feet below him. The machine shuts down and the scientists stand there hands hovering above keyboards, staring at the shaking man in the chair before them. Gabriel snarls and dissolves his body into a wraith, descending through the floors in a matter of seconds. He reforms in front of Jack and the two morons scream on either side of him. “Reaper this is a private session!” The woman shouts. He forms a shotgun and points it at her nose, making her go cross-eyed. “Get out of my sight.” The man starts to say something, “NOW!” They vacate the room in a rush of lab coats and curses, threats to go to the highers. Gabe doesn’t care. He kneels before the soldier setting a smoking hand on his thigh. Jack tenses and his eyes snap open, the once blue now a milky sheen. “Are you blind?” Gabriel asks quietly as he bends to start unhooking Jack’s feet and hands from the bindings. Jack doesn’t say anything at first, “Gabriel?” “Si, mi luna.” Gabe mutters. Once Jack’s hands are free he reaches out desperately and traces the lines of Gabriel’s face. The demented edges and the smoking tendrils that feel like oil slick sometimes, he traces them reverently. “Ugly, aren’t I?” “Alive.” Jack whispers. “No.” Gabe tilts his head into Jacks right hand, “But somewhere in between.” Gabe leans forward and releases the buckle that holds Jack’s head in place. Jack runs his hands down Gabe’s neck and brings his head forward until their foreheads are touching. “Alive.” He mutters again. Gabriel doesn’t correct him again.

#reaper76 #r76 #reaper76week #my fics #my stories

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beaniegender · 8 years ago

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Fandom Fic Rec Days - My Personal Favorites Fic Rec List!

In honor of #ficrecdays (happening Feb. 10th, 11th, and 12th), and my stupidly long ao3 bookmarks page which is a pain to go through, I want to make this list of the best of the the best of my favorite fics - the ones that make me gasp or laugh or cry and just generally ache at their beauty each time I read them. I hope you’ll read and enjoy them too! I encourage you to try something even outside a fandom you know well because all of these works are great fiction in their own right.

This list includes a total of 24 fics or series from nine fandoms: James Bond (3 works), The Martian (1 work), Marvel which is mostly Captain America (5 works/series), Soccer RPF which is all FC Barcelona RPF (4 works/series), Star Trek (2 works), Star Wars (1 work), Supernatural (2 works/series), True Blood (1 work), and The West Wing (5 works).

Some of these fics are already wildly popular, but in order to promote less popular fic a bit more, within a fandom works are sorted from least to most ao3 kudos. Read on and discover my absolute favorite fanfics!

James Bond

Search and Seizure by @kryptaria00q and @stephrc79 (16670 words, James Bond/Q/Alec Trevelyan) - After two assassination attempts on MI6 executives, the British Secret Service now requires self-defence training for all high level employees. Bond and Alec have taken it upon themselves to help keep their lover safe, no matter how much Q might hate them for it. Too bad they never seem to be able to stay on track. (a.k.a. frisking porn with plot)

basically trust porn along with being real porn. everyone’s POV gets shown off and it’s just so much fun watching these boys interact when they so obviously care for each other!

Treasons, Traitors, and Treachery by kryptaria and @zooeyscigar (63245 words, James Bond/Q) - All James Bond wanted was a quiet holiday on his luxury motoryacht on the Costa del Sol. Time to recuperate and think about his future with MI6. But his plans get hijacked when a traitor to the crown returns, bringing news of an even greater threat to MI6. And the traitor isn’t working alone. Thankfully, neither is James.

every single character in here is written flawlessly, and the OC is one of the BEST OCs to ever OC. There’s sass and hilarity, believably written government intrigue, and a very realistic level of depth in all the characters.

so you were never a saint. by @paperclipbitch (12319 words, gen) - “I think Bond’s trying to be your friend,” Eve tells him. “…well,” Q says slowly, “this is a new and disturbing development.”

the asexual!Q epic that defined a lot of my Q headcanons. also a lot of my MONEYPENNY IS AMAZING headcanons! it’s sort of an ensemble fic and sort of a character study and it just makes me like MI6 so much.

The Martian

You Know You Have a Permanent Piece of My Medium-Sized American Heart by tricatular [on tumblr but I’m not able to tag them, sorry!] (9151 words, gen) - “Hey Hermes!” The ambient suspicion level in the Rec ratcheted up significantly. Kapoor was disturbingly cheerful. “We’ve sent you some mission updates in the data dump, but Mitch and I wanted to personally let you know—” Mitch visibly rolled his eyes in the background. “—That thanks to some…strong suggestions from the White House, and on Annie and Director Sanders’ recommendation, we’ve started releasing Watney’s Mars logs to the public.”

deftly mixes standard narration, transcripts of recordings, and social media posts to show what Mark’s journal back to Earth would have been like both for him and for everyone who cared about his story (ie. the whole planet).

Marvel / Captain America

Walking Far From Home by TaleWorthTelling (6222 words, various Sam-centric pairings) - Sam’s relationship with birds starts early and inexplicably.

basically, Sam Wilson’s whole life. as the author’s note says, “Sam is the only person with his shit together, but he got there the hard way.” and then we’re treated to 6000 words of what that path was like, including stellar input from Sam’s OC family and the familiar MCU favorites. and Sam can talk to birds!

The Murder Ballads by BetteNoire (160839 words, 3 works, Steve/Bucky) - Something wicked is coming for Steve Rogers. Luckily for him, something even more wicked stands in its way: the unrepentant, unbroken Bucky Barnes. A murder-mystery/action thriller with violence, magic, and several big MCU guest stars.

like most CA fans I’ve read a stupid amount of post-winter soldier fic, so the first praise for this series is that it has a completely original take on that subject. and that take - the plot complexity, the multi-layered characterizations, the sequel - made me fall in love with Bucky all over again and permanently changed the way I think of him.

your blue-eyed boys by Feather (123233 words, 4 works, Steve/Bucky with sides of Pepper/Tony, Bruce/Betty, and Clint/Natasha) - Steve has no plan. Not because he hadn’t tried to make one. He’d tried to make lots of plans. Plan, adapt, plan again, tried to think of every contingency. And then he’d thrown them away, because there wasn’t much point. What could you plan for? He couldn’t guess the possible contingencies, the situations, the potentials. And he sure as sure hadn’t figured on what’s happened now, on coming back to his place and finding Bucky here. He hadn’t even hoped for that. He hadn’t realized he could. [post-Winter Soldier recovery fic]

if you’d like a slightly more typically-plotted approach to your post-WS fic than “The Murder Ballads” you absolutely can’t go wrong with “your blue-eyed boys”. it’s the most realistic version of Bucky’s recovery that I can imagine - heartbreaking and sickening and real. and the love between Steve and him and the team as a whole is obvious. DON’T MISS the associated verse, which is 450000 words (and growing) of shortfic in the same timeline, and which incidentally has the best OCs in the entire fandom.

Hollow Your Bones Like a Bird’s by @scifigrl47 (95514 words, Clint/Phil) - In the wake of the Chitauri invasion, Clint Barton wakes up in a world that he very nearly had a hand in destroying. And confronting a loss he might not be able to cope with. The Avengers always needed something to avenge, but once the crisis is past, what keeps them together?

I have yet to see a better representation of grief in fanfic, and that’s only maybe half of Clint’s problems in this fic. maybe you’ve noticed I like realism when fic deals with hard topics, and this shies away from nothing - and Clint will treat you to excellent analyses of his friends, as well as many bird facts, along the way!

Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar [on tumblr but I’m not able to tag them, sorry!] (107076 words, Steve/Bucky) - It’s six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone. For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don’t. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It’s very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters. I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU. Steve sits down hard on the steps.

ok yet more wonderfully detailed post-ws Bucky trying to recover fic, except in this one Bucky is homeless and a drug addict and ADOPTS THE BEST OCS with the BEST POVS EVER, oh my GOD. also Steve is smart and kind, Sam is long-suffering (and smart and kind), and the whole thing is hilarious.

Soccer / FC Barcelona RPF

only the children (know what they’re looking for) by therestisdetail (7253 words, gen) - I drew a picture of him, later, but I shall not show it to you for it is a sad demonstration of what will happen if you stop drawing when you are six, and certainly much less charming than its model. He wore a shirt that was too large and had soft dark eyes hiding beneath dark, indecisive hair; it did not seem to know if it was short or long, or what shape it wanted to be. He was very pale, very slight, had no shoes, and held a battered football beneath one arm with an air of pride. (Le Petit Prince redone feat. FC Barcelona)

a young Andrés Iniesta meets an even younger Leo Messi, and they quite simply tear my heart in two. no knowledge of The Little Prince required, but the fic is just as understatedly beautiful as the original.

Like a Hand Grenade by @meretricula (20430 words, 2 works, Cesc/Messi) - Cesc Fabregas is born a girl. She still loves football.

full disclosure, I do not care about Cesc Fabregas. I didn’t care about Cesc Fabregas even before his career got, frankly, weird and dispiriting. but BY GOD these works make me care about genderbent!Cesc and everything she could have been. the sequel is particularly nice for some cameos from other well-loved players!

Go Gentle by @ferritin4 (20977 words, eventually Xaviesta) - Things change, but only some things. In which Barça is indeed més que un club, no one stays on top forever, and it all comes back to Andrés in the end.

hands down my favorite football rpf. uses the A/B/O trope and the idea of pack dynamics to tell the story of the last decade of Barcelona football, which makes a hell of a lot of sense, and although Andrés is quietly the star, the different POVs let a lot of people shine.

It’s Going to Take a Lot to Drag Me Away from You by meretricula (31296 words, 10 works, Xaviesta, Fabregas/Messi/Pique, and Messilla) - Everybody knows Barcelona’s midfielders are psychic anyway. (Soulbonding AU)

try to tell me that a soulbonding AU isn’t the most logical thing in the world for Xavi and Iniesta, just try to tell me that! there’s also a good look at how the politics of this system could get messy quick, which, let’s be real, just makes sense for barça-centric fic.

Star Trek

How Many Roads? or, 27 Times Jim Kirk hit on Nyota Uhura by Deastar (8806 words, Uhura/Spock) - After the bar fight, Nyota thinks to herself that if this is what being hit on by Jim Kirk leads to, she’s very glad she’s never going to have to see him again.

Uhura and Kirk’s relationship goes from the dumpster fire it was in Iowa to the professional respect we get throughout the movies, but we never really see how it happens. this fic shows all of that and much more, and oh my god, I just like these characters so much.

Counteractive Measures by rikke_leonhart (9159 words, loosely Kirk/Spock) - The thing is – giving Jim Kirk a dare will never ever work. “Enlist,” she repeats to herself as Pike’s back disappears out the door. She snorts. It’s one of those things that just keep getting funnier.

Jim Kirk’s whole life - if Jim Kirk were a girl, and slightly less cliche about her motivations and psychology. and if Spock and especially McCoy were just as awesome as ever, because of course they are!

Star Wars

The Last Poem of Jedha by @schweinsty (15486 words, gen) - How Bodhi Rook temporarily misplaced the two most important things in the galaxy, and how he found them again (with a little help).

literally every fic on this list is amazing, I promise, but this one is my favorite out of them all. if you’ve ever cared about star wars for five seconds, please read this. the world-building, the characterizations, the plot structure, the family and team relationships: all stellar!

Supernatural

In His Image by @whitmerule (153067 words, Gabriel/Sam and Castiel/Dean) - Kali can breathe life back into a corpse, but what exactly is Gabriel now? Gabriel flits around various centuries trying to work that out, Dean has another powered-down angel and a little brother to look out for, Castiel has forgotten how to trust, and someone keeps sending Sam annoying little notes on his laptop. Oh, and Bobby would like to remind you all that there’s an Apocalypse still going on. Covers season 5 from Gabriel’s death to the finale.

half season 5 AU, half historical fiction, it feels like one story thread should distract from the other but instead it all works together to make the definitive Gabriel-centric story!

Sammyverse by shangrilada (249230 words, 42 works, gen) - It’s an AU, but not a deep one, until season 4 or thereabouts, where it starts to get kind of weird. Basically, Sam has really hideous asthma, and the boys are both pretty excellent at dealing with it and each other. They’re [not] all from Dean’s POV, and even though I’m branching now into later stuff, I’m going to keep doing pre-Stanford–Season 2 for a long time because that makes me happy. Honestly it’s a lot of H/C porn of the boys just being friendly and affectionate towards each other, because that’s how I like them. It is, to put it simply, gen. To put it more honestly, it’s as fucked up as I see it in canon and not a bit more or less. You can read into it as much or as little as you like.

it’s just like the show, except Sam is chronically ill and also the boys like each other. based on the show you might think the boys already like each other, but my friends, this ‘verse will show you just how much was missing. Dean’s internal monologues are things of beauty, and I love how much Jess is featured in the Stanford-era fics. (note: this master list includes most but not all of the fic in the verse, so if you’d like the rest be sure to check the author’s page or ask me for links!)

True Blood

We Who Are Alive And Remain by @branwyn-says (10448 words, Sookie/Eric) - Terrified by changes she witnesses in herself, Sookie hides from the world and everyone in it. When Eric finds out her secret, she will either find that he is worthy of her trust-or she’ll be dead.

the non-linear timeline makes this fic shine, and from the very beginning the plot is intriguing. before the plot is resolved we get to see a lot about who Sookie is who Eric is to her, and the dynamics between Sookie and nearly everyone in her life.

The West Wing

We Don’t Notice Time Pass by pene (1304 words, gen) - “I’d no idea you’d even met her.” It’s friendship and it’s women.

focusing on female friendship within The West Wing is annoyingly difficult, but this story focuses on what relationships among women can be. Mrs. Landingham acts as a bit of a mentor to Ainsley, and Ainsley’s relationship with her childhood best friend is achingly and heartwarmingly true to life.

Define Your Terms by candle_beck (4443 words, Josh/Sam) - It’s very complicated inside Josh’s head.

Josh is manic and about five conversations ahead of Sam. it works out because these two idiots care about each other very, very strongly. I love Josh’s mental voice in this one!

Vidui by Marguerite (7358 words, gen) - In the fall of 2001, Toby went to shul. In past years he had carried sins enough to confess, sins both petty and great, transgressions against God’s ordinances and those of men.

a beautiful meditation on Toby’s relationship with the people he works with/calls his family, through an explicitly Jewish lense. Toby is the person, and the Jew, that I wish I could be <3</p>

The Thinner the Skin by Jane St Clair (2149 words, Josh/Sam) - Of couches and expensive suits, with some mention of madness.

if you’re going to write a Josh/Sam post-Noel fic, this is unquestionably the way to do it! nothing is shied away from but there’s all the best kind of comfort that h/c can offer, and nice backstory details that make the characters seem realer.

highways and byways and roads in between by @greatestheights (10456 words, Josh/Donna) - “Maps are for losers. Maps are for people with no sense of adventure, like you, and…I don’t know. Toby, probably.” Josh, Donna, the open road, five states, and some of the things they said while they were driving.

Josh and Donna and, just, everything that they are (that is, a well-meaning idiot and better than you, respectively), with a healthy dose of Donna/career. everyone is characterized spotlessly, the dialogue is episode-caliber, and there’s fun local geography/culture!

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