#archer fic recs

[holy-anxiety-batman]

It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!

I have a bunch of archival tags and sideblogs so here’s a pinned post type thing (largely for my own benefit) to keep them organized :)

@unsleepingtales - D&D sideblog

@metromallsandairporthalls - mcr sideblog

@effectivelyreferences - cosplay references

#Muppet Musings - Muppet Posts

#sunshine - my friends!

#m tag, #cosmic, #crow - mutual-specific tags <3

#lighthouse - my apartment!

#my chem - generic mcrposting

#gncollege - posts about college.

#autumnal archer - autumn/halloween posts!

#dracula daily - catchall drac tag and also dd specific posts

#words - original posts (kind of. this is new so it's not all of them lol.)

#crowdsourced sacrilege - various religion things

#mcr lb - liveblogging my chemical romance concerts

#no mcrbles - posts specifically about mcr shows I’ve been to

#archer fic recs - fics (or other bits of writing) that I enjoy and want to share!

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 3

welcome the the third (late sorry) fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Immortal by @admiralcanthackett (sorry this is the last one for a while probably)

Lance gets impaled and Keith catches him in the bathroom later, blindedsided by the massive scar on his chest. Now Lance has to explain it and the many others he’s managed to collect along the way. But who would believe Lance is suddenly immortal?

This is up there with Blast Zone in terms of fics I’ve reread so many times I could probably recite it. I have made friends read this. I talk about this fic to people who aren’t in the fandom. This is a BAMF Lance fic, of course, but honestly it’s more Keith/Lance feels than anything. There’s no one who knows how capable Lance is like Keith does. 

2. Hell in High Heels by @azapofinspiration

To gain some information for the final assault on Zarkon, the Blade has asked Team Voltron to get it using some... feminine wiles. Seeing as Allura would be recognized in an instant and Pidge is uncomfortable, Lance easily steps up to the plate.

And Keith was not expecting this.

This fic is also up there with Blast Zone! Lance? Kicking ass in a skirt and stilettos? Yes ma’am! Side note but the first time this author reblogged one of my fics I freaked out lol I was so excited. I love this fic, it’s fun and flirty and the Garrison Trio dynamics are awesome. 

3. Birthday Surprises by @azapofinspiration

On a certain day, each of Team Voltron finds themselves the recipient of a package. It doesn't take them too much to figure out who's leaving them anonymous birthday presents.

Pretty much a 5+1 fic of the times members of Team Voltron are given a birthday present and the time they decided to return the favor.

Lance is such a sweetheart, I love him. This is a really sweet fic with Lance and the team just loving each other, basically. I’m always a sucker for a five plus one, and this one is a fun and quick read. 

4. Useless Talents by @admiralcanthackett

Lance has some "useless" talents that come in handy. Keith is impressed.

I’ll be real, a lot of these are going to be BAMF Lance. He’s just so cool. This one in particular, though, is pretty much just BAMF Lance with a side of whipped Keith, which is always fun. Contortionist Lance? Check. Archer Lance? Check. Observant Lance? Check. Literally everything you could want in a one-shot.

5. Only a Crack in this Castle of Glass by @icypantherwrites

Something strange is going on with Lance. The wincing and shivering and worried, scared glances in Allura’s direction mean something and Hunk is going to get to the bottom of it. But nothing could have prepared him for what he found. / “Allura was in trouble. And I… I shielded her. Me and Red. And… and we got hit. And…” Lance audibly swallowed again, voice even quieter and Hunk felt faint. “And I… I died.”

Or; the missing scene fic where Hunk (and the rest of Team Voltron) discover Lance died at Omega Shield and what this now means for them all.

There are not enough Omega Shield fics. Seriously. But this almost makes up for it! This fic, as is on par for icy panther, is a work of art. Expertly crafted, lengthy, and angsty as hell. Highly recommended if you’re mad about the later seasons. 

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

man its the same feeling as when i shared my favorite hakuno x cu x archer emiya ot3 fanfic on here XD some works just leave me so speechless

here it is:

This fic is another massive fav of mines because not only does it explore Hakuno's reservations and struggle with desire in such immense detail, but its exploration and exposition of Archer Emiya and Cu Chulainn's lives, feelings and developing relationship with Hakuno is sooo good.

ok i stop now

[ionamalachite]

Have some completely self indulgent pre-relationship fic <3

Clothes Make the Man (1054 words) by ionamalachite Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Archer/Thy'lek Shran Characters: Jonathan Archer, Thy'lek Shran Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Relationship Summary: Shran gets fitted for a Starfleet uniform.

[perelka-l]

okay okay okay now im thinking of a few things-

one is have you ever seen how like mob/gang meetings and fights sometimes happen in those bathhouses cos you gotta be completely naked, more difficult to conceal things like weapons etc. Thinking about Archer having the greatest honour of accompanying Giovanni to one of these. Like Wow hes so Important he gets to Escort Boss. But also!!!! he gets to look at 100% naked Giovanni. Which i guess is not new... but its not the same as seeing GIovanni stepping out of the shower to get dressed. This is sitting with the boss for A While. Buck Naked. Not to mention ARCHER is also naked like. i'm not sure how he will deal with Gio seeing him naked. Also i feel like getting into a fight with some rival group whilst buck naked with your boss is some kind of great bonding activity

THE OTHER THING THO about Archer seeing anyone else in Giovanni's bedroom- You can see his gaze harden as he throws a glare at the 'intruder'. But he would not say anything about it. He doesnt show hes upset (Gio can see him stiffen tho heheh he thinks its pretty amusing probably). Is he jealous? He tells himself he isnt. His boss can do whatever he wants obviously. But there is an anger towards the intruder for daring to encroach on his territory (and then he proceeds to have inappropriate dreams after seeing that lmao)

Tbh I didn't but I can imagine that for sure :Dc I feel like nudity between them indeed isn't much (I assume both sew each other in some terrible state at least once anyway) and also Archer is pretty professional about whole ordeal. Sights are a bonus. I think he aknowledges pretty well that he is second in command (and would like to stay here, thank you very much) so that wouldn't be that much of a surprise to accompany Giovanni or receive particular tasks. It's more like a normal part of job with bonus that isn't a paycheck but more of Giovanni's presence uwu)b

I was wondering today about Archer and whip which I find always interesting for TR. I like to think he started from the bottom so he should be efficient in using one as well. Improvised one in bathhouse, maybe? Since alas his Houndoom wouldn't be as useful as he could be in a bathhouse ;w;)a

I was pondering about Archer, Giovanni and Nanu recently bc... Well, Gio and Nanu is a Thing, but what I find impossibly amusing is that Nanu and Archer are basically opposites in every way you can possibly imagine. Tired old cat cop vs young and motivated dog mafia second in command. Whatever spectrum they are on, they are opposite, and I love it and I like to think Archer has a special sore spot towards that guy, you can even throw in potential bitterness over Nanu knowing so much more than Archer. So Archer stumbling on that guy in Giovanni's room would be very unwelcome for him (and an interesting way to test Archer for Giovanni. He can almost see the way his leash loses some slack).

Maybe he wouldn't mind other executives that much. Like *points at Ariana and Silver* tho Archer would probs offer his own help in some regards if he could.

[moonys-bf]

my accidentally in love moonchaser edit :,))

crying.

[extra-wolf]

Sweet! 😍

Male Werewolf/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 4,596 Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

You move to a secluded mountain town in the hopes of getting rid of a three three-year art block. There you meet Archer, a handsome pianist with a secret.

The sun dipped behind the mountains, casting a golden glow over the tranquil lake, turning its surface into a shimmering expanse of liquid gold. 

Charley wandered along the shore, the gentle lapping of water soothing her overactive thoughts. Moving here, to this secluded mountain town, had been a desperate attempt to shake off a three-year art block. She had hoped the beauty of the landscape would reignite her passion for painting. 

So far, she had only managed a few uninspired sketches.

She sighed, stopping to take in the view. The lake reflected the pastel orange of the sky. Her gaze drifted to a small cottage on the other side, almost hidden by a dense cluster of trees. That’s when she heard it—soft, haunting piano music floating across the water. 

Curiosity piqued, Charley followed the sound. Her footsteps crunched on the gravel path leading to a rustic wooden bridge. She crossed it slowly, the music growing clearer with each step. It was beautiful, melancholic; it drew her in like a moth to a flame.

As she neared the cottage, the music stopped. Charley hesitated, suddenly aware of how quiet it was. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. For a moment, there was only silence. Then, the door creaked open.

A man stood there, tall and strikingly handsome, with dark hair that fell into his intense grey eyes. He looked at her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“Hi,” Charley said, offering a friendly smile. “I’m Charley. I was walking by the lake and heard your music. It was beautiful. Sorry, is that weird?”

The man’s expression softened slightly. “Not weird at all,” he replied, his voice low and measured. “I’m Archer.”

“Charley. Do you mind if I listen for a while?” Charley asked, her eyes pleading. “It’s been a rough few years for me creatively, and your music... well, it’s inspiring.”

Archer seemed to hesitate, his eyes searching hers. Finally, he stepped aside. “Come in.”

The cottage was cosy, with a fire crackling in the hearth and bookshelves lining the walls. In the corner stood an old upright piano. Charley’s eyes lit up as she took in the room.

“This place is amazing,” she said, turning to Archer. “Do you live here alone?”

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “It’s peaceful. Helps me focus.”

Charley walked over to the piano, running her fingers lightly over the keys. “You play beautifully. How long have you been at it?”

“Since I was a child,” Archer replied, watching her with a guarded expression. She couldn’t figure out what that look meant, but maybe it wasn’t her business to ask. “It’s... a way to express things I can’t say out loud.”

Charley looked up, meeting his gaze. There was something in his eyes that made her stomach flip. “I know what you mean. I’m an artist—painter,mostly—but I’ve been struggling to find my inspiration lately.”

Archer’s expression softened further. He was cute, when he wasn’t scowling. “Sometimes it helps to change your surroundings.”

“That’s why I moved here,” Charley said, her voice tinged with frustration. “So far, it hasn’t really worked.”

“Maybe you just need time,” Archer suggested, his tone gentle.

Charley smiled gratefully. “Maybe. Would you mind playing something for me? Shit, I really hope I’m not overstepping here.”

Archer hesitated, then nodded. He sat down at the piano and began to play. The music was soft and melancholic, filling the room with a sense of longing. Charley closed her eyes, letting the notes wash over her. It was as if the music spoke to her soul, bringing out some lost part of her.

When Archer finished, Charley opened her eyes, blinking back tears. “That was... incredible. Thank you.”

Archer looked at her, his expression unreadable. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Do you ever perform?” Charley asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

“No,” Archer said quickly, a shadow crossing his face. “I prefer to play alone.”

Charley sensed that this was a sensitive topic and decided not to press further. Instead, she looked around the room, her eyes landing on a sketchbook lying on the table. “May I?”

Archer nodded, watching her closely as she picked it up. She flipped through the pages, admiring the intricate drawings.

Charley knew that she was probably being weird. Definitely being weird. It was just that there was something so captivating about Archer, something that made her need to know him better. 

Biting the inside of her lip, she glanced down at the sketchbook. Black and white pen sketches of the woods greeted her, towering trees stretching into a darkened sky.

“These are amazing,” she said, genuinely impressed. “You’re very talented.”

“Thank you,” Archer replied, his tone humble. “It’s just a hobby.”

Charley set the sketchbook down and turned back to him. “I’d love to sketch you sometime. If you don’t mind, that is.”

Archer’s eyes widened slightly. “Me?”

“Yeah,” Charley said, smiling. “You have a very expressive face. It would be a great subject for a portrait. Honestly, I don’t really know anybody in town yet, it would be nice to spend time with someone.”

Archer looked away, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m not sure about that.”

“Think about it,” Charley said gently. “No pressure.”

Glancing at her watch, Charley realised it was getting late. “I should go,” she said reluctantly. “Thank you for letting me intrude on your evening.”

Archer walked her to the door, his expression softening. “It was nice meeting you, Charley.”

“You too, Archer,” she replied, smiling. “I hope we can do this again sometime.”

“Maybe,” Archer said, his eyes meeting hers. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she said, stepping out into the cool night air.

As she walked back to her cottage, Charley felt a renewed sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this secluded mountain town held the inspiration she had been searching for.

***

Charley’s cottage was starting to feel more like home. She had unpacked her art supplies and set up a small studio by the window, where she could look out at the lake while she worked. Despite her initial struggles, the tranquillity of Pinecoast was slowly starting to work its magic on her. 

Then, there was Archer.

Their first meeting had left her intrigued. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way his music reverberated through the little living room, or the quiet strength he seemed to exude. She had returned to the cottage several times since, always finding an excuse to linger on the porch and listen to him play.

Tonight, as the sun set over the lake, she found herself drawn to the music once again. She wrapped herself in a light hoodie and made her way to Archer’s cottage. When she arrived, she knocked softly on the door.

Archer opened it, his grey eyes lighting up with a hint of surprise. “Charley,” he said, stepping aside to let her in. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I hope I’m not interrupting,” Charley said, offering a small smile. “I just needed to get out of my own head for a while, and your music always helps.”

“You’re welcome anytime,” Archer replied, his voice soft.

Charley settled onto the bench on the porch, and Archer took his seat at the piano. He began to play, his fingers moving effortlessly over the keys. The music was hauntingly beautiful, drifting through the open window and into the night.

As she listened, Charley felt a wave of relief wash over her. She closed her eyes, letting the music transport her. When Archer finished, she opened her eyes to find him watching her.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Archer nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Would you like some tea?”

“That would be lovely,” Charley replied, following him into the cottage.

The interior was warm and inviting, with a fire crackling in the hearth and the smell of freshly brewed tea filling the air. Charley sat at the small wooden table, watching as Archer prepared the tea.

“You’re living room always look so cosy. It’s like something right out of the Victorian era,” she said, glancing around.

“Thank you,” Archer replied, setting a cup of tea in front of her. “It’s simple, but it’s enough for me.”

Charley took a sip of her tea, savouring the warmth. “It’s perfect. So peaceful. Exactly what I needed after leaving Stonehollow.”

“Stonehollow?” Archer asked, his curiosity piqued.

“It’s the city where I used to live,” Charley explained. “I moved to Pinecoast because the busy city life was draining me. I had no time or motivation for my artwork and… yeah, it sucked.”

Archer’s eyes lit up with interest. “Mm. I remember you asking to paint me.” His eyes brightened. “What do you usually paint?”

“Mostly animals,” Charley replied, her voice softening. “I have a background in animal biology, so I use that knowledge in my artwork. Lately, I’ve been turning to human portraits, and I think I’m finally getting my motivation back.”

Archer nodded, understanding in his eyes. “Pinecoast has a way of bringing out the best in people.”

“I’m starting to see that,” Charley said, smiling. “Your music has been a big part of it. It’s so inspiring.”

Archer looked away, a hint of a blush colouring his cheeks. “I’m glad to hear that. Music has always been my way of expressing myself.”

Charley studied him, her heart aching. She found herself drawn to him, but his quiet and detached nature made her unsure of his feelings. Did he feel the same pull, or was she just imagining it?

She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was holding back, keeping a part of himself hidden. It was frustrating, this sense of unrequited longing. She wanted to know him, truly know him, but he remained an enigma.

After a beat, she reached out to brush her hands across his knuckles. “Archer,” she said softly, “Maybe I’m crazy, but I feel like there’s so much more to you than you’re letting on. I want to understand you.”

Archer looked down at their hands, his expression conflicted. “It’s not that simple, Charley.”

“Why not?” she asked, her voice tinged with frustration.

He sighed, pulling his hand away gently. “There are things about me that you wouldn’t understand. Things that I can’t explain.”

Charley felt a pang of disappointment but nodded, trying to respect his boundaries. “Oh. Okay…?” As rejections went, it wasn’t the worst in the world, but it still stung.

Archer’s eyes softened, and for a moment, she thought he might open up. Then he nodded and stood up, signalling the end of their conversation.

“It’s getting late,” he said quietly. “I should walk you back.”

Charley agreed, mood souring as they walked back to her cottage. The night was cool, the air filled with the sounds of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves. They walked in silence. Archer had never been chatty, but this was awkward. Tense.

When they reached her door, Charley turned to face Archer. “Thank you for tonight,” she said, her voice sincere. “It meant a lot to me.”

“Thank you for coming,” Archer replied, his grey eyes meeting hers. “Goodnight, Charley.”

“G’night,” she said, watching as he walked away, disappearing into the darkness.

Charley sighed, closing the door behind her. She leaned against it, her mind racing. Despite the frustration and the unspoken feelings, she felt a renewed sense of hope. Archer was a mystery, but he was also a source of inspiration. She just hoped that one day, he would let her in.

***

Over the next few days, Charley found herself returning to her art with a new sense of purpose. She spent hours in her small studio, sketching and painting with a passion she hadn’t felt in years. Archer’s music played in the back of her mind, a constant source of inspiration.

One evening, as she was putting the finishing touches on a painting of a wolf in the moonlight, she heard a knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Archer. She opened the door to find him standing there, looking hesitant.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft.

“Hi,” Charley replied, her smile widening. “Come in.”

Archer stepped inside, his eyes taking in her makeshift studio. “You’ve been busy,” he observed, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“Yeah,” Charley said, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. “My new job starts soon, typical that motivation would come back now. Still, I’m not mad about it.”

Archer smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Charley felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “Would you like to see some of my work?” she asked, cheeks warm.

“I’d love to,” Archer replied.

Charley led him to the corner of her cottage where she had set up her studio. Finished paintings were propped against the walls, and her sketchbook lay open on the table. She picked up one of her favourites, a detailed painting of a red fox in a snowy forest.

“This one took me ages,” she said, holding it up for him to see. “I wanted to capture the fox’s spirit, its alertness and grace.”

Archer leaned in, studying the painting closely. “It’s beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “The details are incredible. I can even see individual snowflakes.”

Encouraged by his praise, Charley showed him more of her work. There was a painting of a family of deer by a stream, the sunlight filtering through the trees and casting dappled shadows on their coats. Another depicted a hawk soaring high above a canyon, its wings spread wide against the vast sky.

“You have an amazing talent,” Archer said, his voice sincere. “Your use of light and shadow, the way you bring these animals to life—I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Thank you,” Charley said, blushing slightly. “It means a lot to hear that from you.”

She picked up her sketchbook, flipping through the pages. She skipped over the pages that were filled with portraits of Archer, though. Nobody needed to see that, least of all the man himself. 

“These are just some rough sketches,” she said, a little self-conscious. “They help me plan my larger pieces.”

Archer took the sketchbook from her, his fingers brushing against hers. Charley felt a strange sensation, almost like a burning, where their skin touched. She pulled her hand back, startled, but Archer didn’t seem to notice.

He flipped through the sketchbook, his eyes taking in the pencil drawings of various animals—wolves, birds, rabbits. Each sketch was filled with energy and life, capturing moments of movement and stillness.

“These are wonderful,” Archer said, looking up at her. “You have a real gift, Charley.”

She smiled, feeling a mix of pride and bashfulness. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this inspired.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the crackling of the fire the only sound in the room. It would have been too easy to lean in and kiss him.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” she asked, shaking her head. No point in thinking like that.

Archer’s expression changed, a shadow passing over his face. “I can’t,” he said quickly, his tone almost apologetic.

“Why not?” Charley asked, taking a step closer. “I’d love to spend more time with you.”

Archer stepped back, his body tense. “I just can’t,” he said, his voice strained. “I’m sorry.”

Charley reached out, her hand brushing against his arm. Again, she felt that strange burning sensation, like his skin was on fire. Archer flinched, pulling away from her touch.

“Archer, what’s wrong?” she asked, concern filling her voice.

“I have to go,” he said, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and regret. “Goodnight, Charley.”

Before she could say anything else, Archer turned and hurried out the door. Charley stood there, her heart aching with confusion and unspoken questions. She watched him disappear into the night, the feeling of his burning touch lingering on her skin.

***

The days stretched on with a quiet, oppressive stillness. Charley hadn’t heard from Archer since that strange night, and every passing hour felt like a weight pressing down on her chest. She tried to immerse herself in her painting, but her thoughts kept drifting back to him. Why had he pulled away so abruptly? What was he hiding?

She wandered the paths around the lake, hoping for a chance encounter, but Archer’s cottage remained eerily silent. Even his beautiful piano music was absent, the silence making her skin crawl.

One evening, feeling particularly restless, Charley decided to take a walk. The full moon hung heavy and luminous in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. She hoped the fresh air might clear her mind.

As she neared the edge of the forest, she heard a rustling sound, followed by a low, guttural growl. Her heart pounded as she peered through the trees, her eyes straining to see in the dim light. She froze when she saw Archer, or what looked like Archer, hunched over and trembling violently.

“Archer?” she called out, taking a cautious step forward.

He turned to look at her, his eyes wild. Was she imagining things, or were they glowing silver?

“Charley, no,” he managed to struggle out, voice rough. “You need to leave. Now.”

Charley couldn’t move, rooted to the spot as dread filled her. Something was wrong. “What’s happening to you?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Archer’s body convulsed, and he let out a pained howl. His skin seemed to ripple and shift, bones cracking. His fingers were elongating into claws right in front of her. 

Charley watched in horrified fascination, unable to tear her eyes away.

“Please, Charley, go!” Archer’s voice was barely recognisable, distorted by the transformation.

Instead, Charley took a step closer, reaching out to help despite the fact she had no idea how. “Archer, I’m not leaving you like this. Tell me what to do!”

“Just stay back,” Archer growled, his face contorting in agony. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Despite the fear coursing through her veins, Charley felt a surge of determination. She couldn’t abandon him, not now. “You won’t hurt me,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered.

His eyes were definitely glowing, now, pupil a tiny pinprick in the center. “Charley, please,” he begged, his voice a deep, rumbling growl.

Charley took another step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m not afraid of you, Archer.”

With a final, agonising convulsion, Archer’s whole body stretched out. He stood before her, a massive, hulking creature, his fur dark and matted, his eyes glowing with an eerie light. He let out a low growl, his body tense as if ready to spring.

Charley’s breath caught in her throat. Her body screamed at her to run, but she couldn’t move. “Archer,” she said softly, taking a tentative step closer. “It’s still you. Can you… understand me?”

The wolf’s ears perked up at the sound of her voice, and he took a step back, his growl softening. Charley reached out a trembling hand, her eyes locked onto his. “I’m here, Archer. I’m not going anywhere.”

He hesitated, head tilted. Slowly, he lowered his massive head, sniffing the air around her. Charley stood her ground, her heart pounding in her ears.

She took another step closer, her hand brushing against his fur. It was rough and bristly, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. The same heat she’d felt the other day on his skin. 

“See? I’m not afraid,” she lied.

Archer let out a low whine, his body relaxing slightly. Charley felt a wave of relief wash over her. “It’s okay,” she said softly, stroking his fur. “I’m here. I’m not leaving you.”

For a moment, they stood there, the only sounds the rustling of the leaves and the distant call of an owl. Charley could feel the tension slowly leaving Archer’s body, his breathing becoming steadier. 

Suddenly, a sharp noise echoed through the forest, startling them both. His head snapped up, his body tensing once more. Charley turned to see a deer darting through the trees, its eyes wide with fear. The werewolf growled, his instincts taking over.

“Archer, no!” Charley cried, grabbing onto his fur. “Stay with me. Please.”

For a moment, it seemed as if Archer might give in to his primal urges. Then he looked down at Charley, his glowing eyes meeting hers. Slowly, he relaxed, the tension leaving his body. He let out a low whine, nuzzling against her.

Charley breathed a sigh of relief, her legs trembling. “Thank you,” she whispered, stroking his fur. 

They stood there for what felt like hours, Charley holding onto him, her fear slowly ebbing away. She could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rise and fall of his breath. It was strange and unsettling, but there was also something weirdly comforting about it.

Finally, Charley noticed the first signs of dawn creeping over the horizon. The sky began to lighten, the stars fading into the early morning light. She looked up at Archer, her eyes filled with concern. “What happens now?”

He looked at her, his eyes glowing faintly. Slowly, his body began to shift and change, the fur receding, bones cracking and reforming. Charley watched in silent awe as the beast transformed back into the man she knew.

When the transformation was complete, Archer collapsed to the ground, exhausted and trembling. Charley knelt beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. “Archer?” she whispered.

He looked up at her, groaning. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice raw. “I didn’t want you to see that.”

Charley shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m glad I did,” she said softly. “I’m glad I was here.”

Archer reached out, his hand trembling as he touched her cheek. “You’re braver than anyone else, then. Or maybe you have some kind of death wish.”

Charley smiled through her tears, her hand covering his. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He was still trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Archer," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can you tell me what happened?"

He sighed, his eyes closing for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "I'm a werewolf," he said finally, his voice heavy with resignation. "I was born this way."

Charley blinked, her mind struggling to process his words. "Born? I didn't know there was a difference."

Archer nodded, looking up at her with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "Most people think werewolves are made, that you get bitten and transform. There are some of us who are born with it, who carry the curse from birth."

Charley felt a shiver run down her spine. "I... I didn't even know werewolves existed until tonight."

Archer gave a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Most people don't. We do our best to stay hidden. It's safer that way."

Charley looked into his eyes, seeing the pain and loneliness etched there. She reached out, her hand resting on his. "Archer, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what it must be like."

He squeezed her hand gently, his eyes softening. "You don't need to pity me. This is my life. I've come to terms with it."

She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm not pitying you. I just... I wish I could help."

Archer smiled, a small, sad smile. "You already have. More than you know."

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, his eyes widening in embarrassment. "Charley, I'm... I'm naked."

Charley blushed, quickly averting her gaze. "Oh, I... I'm sorry, I didn't... I mean, I didn't notice."

He chuckled softly, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "It's okay. I keep spare clothes nearby for situations like this. Just give me a minute."

Archer stood up, moving behind a nearby tree where he had stashed a bundle of clothes. Charley turned her back, giving him some privacy as he dressed. She could hear the rustle of fabric, the soft grunts of exertion as he pulled on his clothes.

When he returned, he was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still tousled from the transformation. "Thank you," he said, his voice gentle.

Charley turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. "For what?"

"For staying," he replied, his gaze intense. "For not running away."

She smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her. "I couldn't just ditch you!"

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. "Charley, there's something I need to tell you."

Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in anticipation. "What is it?"

Archer took a deep breath, like he was steadying himself for something big. He said, “I've been trying to keep my distance because I didn't want to put you in danger; but I can't hide how I feel anymore.”

Charley’s pulse quickened.

“I care about you, more than I've ever cared about anyone."

Charley's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. "Archer, I... I feel the same way, but I never thought…” She sucked in a breath. "I like you, too.”

He looked at her with a mixture of relief and disbelief. "You’re not afraid?"

She shook her head, her eyes shining with sincerity. "No. I’m not afraid of you, Archer. I care about you too much to let something like this come between us."

A smile spread across Archer's face, his eyes softening with affection. "Charley..."

Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a tender, passionate kiss. Charley's eyes fluttered closed as she melted into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck. She could feel the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart against her chest.

The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer together. Charley felt a rush of emotions—relief, happiness, love—all swirling together in a dizzying whirlwind. Archer's hands cupped her face, his touch gentle yet possessive, as if he were afraid she might disappear.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Charley opened her eyes, looking up into Archer's gaze. "I’ve wanted to do that for so long," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Archer smiled, his thumb tracing the outline of her jaw. "Yeah? Me too."

They stood there in the early morning light, wrapped in each other's arms. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. Charley felt a sense of contentment, as if she had finally found where she belonged.

"Archer," she said softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I need yo to know, I don't care what you are. I care about who you are. This doesn’t change anything." She paused. Then, “besides, you’re kind of cute like that. Fluffy

He spluttered. “I am not cute!”

She grinned. “Yes you are.”

Archer leaned in, pressing another gentle kiss to her lips even as he rolled his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered against her mouth. "I didn’t think I’d find anyone who accepted me like this."

Charley hugged him tightly, feeling his warmth. “I like you too much to let you go. I do have questions though. Like, loads.”

“That figures. Maybe I could answer them while you draw my portrait?”

“Wait!” Charley stammered, peeling back to smile at him. “You’ll let me?”

“Sure.”

Laughter spilled from her lips as she dove in for another searing kiss.

[minkiverse]

KANG YEOSANG FIC RECS

Poly!Ateez Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Kim Hongjoong - Park Seonghwa - Jeong Yunho - Choi San - Song Mingi - Jung Wooyoung - Choi Jongho

PRETTY PRETTY YEOSANG!!!!! I think there is a reason that so many fics on this list are fluffy and its because Yeosang is the most precious person in existence!!!!!! n e ways everyone send me more Yeosang fic recs i NEED more!~

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Oddeleny - @songmingisthighs ⛈️🍑 Ghost AU ✧ SMAU

the twists are twisting and the turns... oh they are turning 👏👏 this series is basically a mystery of how yeosang got trapped in the mc's phone and basically everytime there is a lore drop on either mc, yeo, or woo i go a little bit more crazy 🤪🤪

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES/ETC

winter blossom - @atzfilm 🔥⛈️ Alien AU

Stretch you out - @pyramid-of-starrs 🔥 Gym AU

quiet - @nebulousbrainsoup 🔥💗

Relax - @moonhoures 🔥💗

masturbation - @kitten4sannie 🔥 College AU

gemini - @ncteez 🔥💗 Virgin!Yeosang

untitled - @bandgie 🔥

kang yeosang as your boyfriend - @mybelovedwoo 🔥💗

untitled - @kittyyeo 🔥

lessons in intimacy - @honeyhotteoks ✨🔥Camboy AU ✧ Barista AU

i revisit this fic once a month AT LEAST! this author's way of writing blows me away every single time 😮‍💨😮‍💨 the smut is toe curling and so intimate (hence the title) its just how kind and genuine both yeosang and the mc are written and how they communicate and the smut that constantly bring me back 🥹🥹

Only text me when you need me - @pyramid-of-starrs 🔥💗⛈️ FWB AU

pretty in pink - @byuntrash101 🔥

sensitive - @puddingyun ✨🔥

i just love how atiny tend to write yeosang so softly and intimately because he is just so precious and needs a "handle with care" sticker on him at all times and this fic epitomizes that feeling 🤤🤤 like how gently the mc treats him is just 🤌🤌

hungry yeoyeo - @ateezscupid 🔥

Longing - @sxcret-garden 🔥💗

vanilla and cream - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥

operation: passenger princess - @sungbeam 💗⛈️ College AU

fortune teller - @seonghwaddict 💗

A Small Adjustment - @kitten4sannie 🔥Personal Trainer AU

yeosang & a situationship - @yunhoszn 🍑

[7:29 PM] - @edenesth 💗

boyfriend texts w/ yeosang - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

Stay - @sorryimananti-romantic 💗⛈️ Royalty AU ✧ Archer!Yeosang

untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥

untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥Dragon AU

Muse - @desirehorizon 🔥💗Royalty AU ✧ Prince!Yeosang

Wash It All Away - @ja3hwa 🔥💗⛈️ Idol AU

Evolve - @nebulousbrainsoup ✨🔥💗⛈️ Ateez Lore ✧ Biker!Yeosang

even though i can't say i fully understand ateez's lore, i love any fic that is based around it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what i do know of it is so compelling and interesting im shocked that i dont see or at least have not found yet more lore based fics 😭😭 BUT THIS ONE☝️☝️ is sooooo good!!!! i love how yeosang is still yeosang even in his situation, i love how the mc is like immediately intrigued by this faceless biker guy who can blame her 😩😩, i love how they get to know each other and THE SMUT 😮‍💨😮‍💨

untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

untitled - @everyonewooeverywhere 🔥

[torushawty]

reblogs & interactions always appreciated :)

all works are rightfully owned by kazushawty. song recs are for you to listen to while reading for extra immersion !!

scroll all the way down for his second masterlist *sigh*

| key: [ ★ ] = fan fav | 18+ | f! reader | in chronological order |

| key: [ 🔞 ] = smut [ 💢 ] = angst [ 🌀 ] = fluff / “sfw”

#FICS + ONESHOTS

[ ★ ] PROMISCUOUS GIRL + approx. wc = 3.6k / estimated reading time / 16 minutes / modern / str!p club! au / 🔞 / str!pper reader /

SUMMARY: toji visits a str!p club and a cute little new str!pper girl catches his eye quick.

SONG REC: promiscuous & the way i are

[ ★ ] AIRPLANE AIRHEAD + approx. wc = 5.9k / estimated reading time / 26.22 minutes / modern / airplane au! / passenger! toji / flight attendant reader🔞

SUMMARY: toji has a little too much fun tormenting the new cute flight attendant in first class.

SONG REC: in for it

WWW.PIXELATED.PRINCESS + approx. wc = 5.1k / estimated reading time / 22.67 minutes / modern / cam!au / maid + c4mgirl reader / 🔞 /

SUMMARY: toji finds out his pretty maid isn’t as innocent as he thinks once he walks in on her during her cam show.

SONG REC: cyber s!x

[ ★ ] TINDER LEG BINDER + approx. wc = 4.7k / estimated reading time / 20.89 minutes / modern / toxic + possessive ex! bf toji / 🔞 /

SUMMARY: toji catfishes his pretty little ex-girlfriend on tinder because he’s bored. the sheer thought of you being with another man makes him giggle.

SONG REC: let me love you

[ ★ ] SOPRANO SCREAMER + approx. wc = 7.8k / estimated reading time / 35.07 minutes / modern / rockstar! au / rockstar! toji / fangirl! reader / 🔞 /

SUMMARY: so many thirsty groupies but you want your favorite dílf rockstar to know that you‘re his #1 biggest fan.

SONG REC: party monster

1-800-BRAT-WANTED + approx. wc = 6.0k / estimated reading time / 22.67 minutes /modern / jjk au / assassin! toji / bounty reader / 🔞 /

SUMMARY: toji takes a bounty worth $100k but he didn't expect his wanted target to look so pretty.

SONG REC: starboy

EX-RINGER-F!NGERED + approx. wc = 6.1k / estimated reading time / 27.11 minutes / jjk au / modern / toxic + possessive ex-husband! toji / angst ending / 🔞 / 💢 /

SUMMARY: perhaps going to your ex-husband‘s costume party wasn‘t the brightest idea.

SONG REC: try me & hurt you

[ ★ ] BACKSTAGE BACK ARCHER + approx. wc = 5.3k / estimated reading time / over 20 mins / rockstar! au / rockstar! toji / delusional reader / mean! dom toji / 🔞 /

SUMMARY: toji has a little too much fun with his #1 biggest fan. The paparazzi can’t stand you and neither can his die-hard groupies.

SONG REC: kissland

#THIRSTS/ASKS

virgin reader x toji [🔞]

toji edging you [🔞]

arranged marriage toji [🔞]

ceo toji x breeding k!nk [🔞]

twitter famous toji [🔞]

making a bet w toji / he loses [🔞]

in the shower w toji [🔞]

toji seeing you in a sundress [🔞]

one night stand w toji [🔞]

toji seeing you in a bikini for the first time [🔞]

toji eating it from the back [🔞] — ★

birthday s!x w toji [🔞] DEDICATED TO HOSHI !! <3

seven mins in heaven [🔞]

spit / daddy k1nk w toji [🔞] — ★

makeup s!x w toji eating your 🐱 [🔞]

asking toji to record you [🔞]

bodyguard trope [not smut related]

ex baby daddy toji [🔞]

difference between faster & harder w toji [🔞]

toji making out with you after eating your 🐱 [🔞] — ★

toji handling his girl as she’s ab to fight someone [🌀]

toji x public play [🔞]

motorcyclist toji [🔞]

spin the bottle feat. gojo [🔞]

toji & reader w oral fixation [🔞]

toji‘s reaction to seeing you in booty shorts [🔞]

racer toji [🔞]

spit + praise + daddy k1nk [🔞]

c0ckwarm1ng toji [🔞]

toji comforting you with period cramps [🌀]

toji with a shy gf [🌀]

impact play w toji [🔞]

toji f!ckin you like he can’t life w/o you [🔞]

toji in black suit / size k1nk [🔞] — ★

toji reaction to you singing explicit words [🌀]

toji turning on your toy while at a formal dinner [🔞]

c!ckwarming toji while he’s doing paperwork [🔞]

toji x insecure gf [🌀]

toji saying no to you for the first time [🌀]

toji x reader w attachment issues [🌀]

toji x bimbo reader [🌀]

toji reaction to you having n!pple piercings [🔞]

toji giving you hickeys/bite marks on your neck [🔞]

sucking toji’s n1pple pierced t!ts [🔞]

#DRABBLES

toji spanking your 🐱 [🔞] — ★

dilf toji make you answer your ex’s call [🔞] — ★

giving toji head on your birthday [🔞]

how toji eats it [🔞]

toji x insecure chubby! reader [🔞]

toji “helping” his college gf study [🔞]

relaxing pool day with toji [🌀]

toji taming a spoiled brat gf [🔞] — ★

toji calming you down after you’re pissed [🌀]

using your safe word [🔞]

d!lf toji making you squ!rt for the first time [🔞] — ★

toji x v!grin reader [🔞] — ★

riding toji‘s thigh [🔞]

play fighting to something else w toji [🔞] — ★

trying on clothes / toji f!cking you in the clothes [🔞]

calling toji daddy by accident [🔞] — ★

jealous toji x college gf reader [🌀]

toji with crybaby gf [🔞] — ★

aftercare with toji [suggestive]

toji suggesting a new position [🔞] — ★

smart mouth reader x toji [🔞]

making out with toji [suggestive]

angry rough toji / reader [🔞]

toji’s favorite positions [🔞]

toji making you 💦 again [🔞]

boyfriend toji headcanons [🌀]

shy gf x toji who forces eye contact [🔞] — ★

toji using a vibe on you while intimate [🔞]

toji taking care of you while you’re sick [🌀]

toji eating you out with tongue piercing [🔞]

toji putting you in headlock while riding him [🔞] — ★

sucking toji’s fingers [🔞]

riding toji while sucking his fingers [🔞] — ★

toji with a size k!nk [🔞] — ★

toji teaching you how to give head [🔞] — ★

more toji putting you in a headlock [🔞]

shiu x toji sharing you [🔞]

╰┈➤ finished? direct me to more toji content, karma !

[xiaq]

Thanks for sharing the Trek fic recs! By any chance would you ever write a Trek fic? I would love to read your interpretation.

I need you to know that I got this ask 2.5 days ago and I have not known peace since.

The problem was that I read it right before taking Deacon for a hike, which meant I had over an hour to think about it, which meant I planned out a whole stupid story in my head and then when I got home I was going to make a little one shot post about “this is the fic I’d write if I had time” except then I just…didn’t stop writing.

So now I’m 3 chapters and 6k words in and after I eat something I’m getting right back to it.

I have not completed my weekend housekeeping or laundry. I have not been working on the actual novel my publisher expects me to finish within the next few months. I have not painted the library or finished wallpapering the kitchen or given Deacon a bath.

No, no. Because of this ask, I’m writing Star Trek fic. Something I haven’t done since I was in high school.

Tangentially, do any Trekkies want to beta for me? (It’s a hybrid Academy Era + Tarsus/Tarsus aftermath flashbacks AU featuring genius!Kirk, professor!Spock, and generally resigned Bones + highly amused Pike. Archer, Uhura, Sulu, Checkov, Scotty, Gaila, Gary, Amanda, Sarek, and the Tarsus 9 will be background characters. Also there’s an important original Vulcan character. And hijinks. And hurt/comfort. And esoteric faffing.) I’m estimating 50k words final, but you know me, could be double that.

[lulu-reads]

I need to catch up on that one. <3<3<3

The Archer

Summary: You’ve always played on the safe side. Never doing too wild. One day you decide to break that rule and it changes your life forever.  What happens when a best selling author and well known actor collide?

Divorced! Jared Padalecki x reader

Warnings implied smut, fluff, angst, insecure reader

Inspired by: Taylor Swift’s The Archer

I’ve been the archer. I’ve been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

Part 1:  Part 2: Part 3: Part 4: Part 5: Part:6  Part: 7 Part 8:

[buddierecs]

eddie diaz centric buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

let's hear it for the boy (my fav fic of all time, i will rec this until i die) by: hattalove "in which eddie attends a self-empowerment group for gbtq men to supplement his therapy, and is empowered to: forgive himself, say "i'm gay" to his own reflection in the mirror, accidentally adopt an adult, make fried rice, and tell his straight best friend that he's in love with him. not necessarily in that order." word count: 56k important tags: self-discovery, coming out, friends to lovers, getting together, gay disaster!eddie diaz give your heart and soul to charity by: 42hrb "eddie dumps God, gets some more therapy, accepts parts of himself he was taught to hate, loves his best friend, and loves himself." word count: 12k important tags: therapy, catholic guilt, emotional hurt/comfort, pining, getting together, minor buck/tommy got me feeling like it's all it's gonna be okay by: wafflesofdoom "eddie struggles to voice his want for physical affection to buck as their relationship turns romantic, and buck helps him embrace his clinginess again." word count: 8.3k important tags: established relationship, ptsd, fluff, light angst counting pulses by: tinyydancerr "eddie diaz’s life is going great. he’s in therapy, he’s got a great girlfriend, a great kid, his friend is getting married to the woman of his dreams, and his best friend just came out to him. how his best friend is dating their new friend. things are going great. he promises." word count: 63k important tags: ocd, catholic guilt, co-parenting, emotional infidelity, therapy, coming out, pining, slow burn and we're back...in the car again by: beulaugh "buck gives christopher permission to finally watch jurassic park, and it sends eddie down a feelings spiral." word count: 11k important tags: feelings realisation, fluff, oblivious!eddie diaz, christopher diaz has two dads wrap me in your love by: kiwibuckley "five times eddie uses a weighted blanket, plus the one time he doesn’t need too." word count: 16k important tags: touch starved!eddie diaz, therapy, comfort, friends to lovers, minor buck/tommy, fluff, oblivious!buddie, nightmares things you don't say reach me somehow anyways by: siblysleaves "eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. all of them except one" word count: 14k important tags: therapy, love confessions, team as family, getting together, first kiss lucky just to linger in your light by: hattalove "in which eddie accidentally waxes poetic about buck to the new york times." word count: 4.9k important tags: pining, getting together, gay disaster!eddie diaz no kingdom to come by: waywardrenegades "when his father experiences a health scare, eddie flies to el paso." word count: 23k important tags: friends to lovers, mutual pining, love confessions, light angst, getting together her real name was grief by: justhockey "the shattered fragments of his ribcage have been rattling around inside of him like a warning siren: you can hear his heartbreak from a mile away. And now - here in his living room, in front of chimney - eddie let’s go...." word count: 5.8k important tags: post 6x11, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, love confessions, getting together, mutual pining the archer (this is a series with fics that have multiple ratings but i am putting it in anyways) by: nonalovesyou eddie repeats his affirmations in the mirror every morning, while he shaves the stubble from his jaw. 'my name is eddie diaz. i am autistic. i am gay. i am a good dad and i am a good person. i deserve to be happy and i deserve to feel good.' (it's taken him a long to be able to say it outside of his head. It's taken him an even longer time to say it and believe it.) word count: 146k important tags: autistic!eddie diaz, therapy, ptsd, falling in love

you wonder why i'm bitter by: simplyylupin “me and buck had sex,” he blurts. hen stares at him for a long time. “i'm going to need wine for this conversation, aren't i?” he nods meekly." word count: 3.9k important tags: pre-relationship, getting together, tommy bashing, miscommunication, pining, jealous!eddie diaz it's always on the tip of my tongue by: allyasavedtheday "eddie diaz vs the great romance paradigm." word count: 17k important tags: demisexual!eddie diaz, therapy, emotional hurt/comfort, character study, season 7, falling in love

[ionamalachite]

Can I interest you in pre-Shrancher?

Rest For The Wicked (2830 words) by ionamalachite Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Archer/Thy'lek Shran Characters: Jonathan Archer, Thy'lek Shran, T'Pol (Star Trek), Charles "Trip" Tucker III Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Late Night Conversations, Pre-Relationship Summary: Archer and Shran can't sleep after the ceasefire talks, so they have a late night conversation. Takes place after S2E15 Ceasefire.

[istadris]

(Who's here to see Nanu gets fucked in every way possible in stupid games because I AM!!)

Giovanni makes a bet to Nanu to have a relationship with his faithful second, Archer. The task is more than difficult: this guy has an almost idolatrous adoration for his boss, how could Nanu make him waver? Not to mention that Archer is a dog who has fangs and who knows how to use them against nuisances... And Nanu will remember it at his expense.

[read it here]

(Bon sang j'ai fini au bout d'un an cette fic Nanu/Archer suite à une discussion avec @istadris !!!! Yayyyyy !!! \o/ )

[zirconika]

⇚ NAVIGATION

GENRE LEGEND: [🍯] fluff / [🧅] angst / [🌶️] smut

this post serves both as a fic recommendation page and a documentation of my favorite reads! will continue to keep adding onto this list every time i find a gem and every time i remember to utilize it. (i'll create a tag for reblogged fic recs)

again, these are not my works! these are all written by very talented fic writers on this hellsite. click here to read my works!

DARYL DIXON.

Blood Ties by @celtic-crossbow 🍯🧅🌶️

Daryl met you while hunting to feed the group he saddled himself with at the quarry. It was just sex, no strings attached. Until it wasn’t. Strangers to friends to lovers. A bit of slow burn and angst.

Vanished by @daryl-dixon-daydreams 🍯🧅

Daryl returns to Alexandria and discovers that Y/N is gone, having left while he stayed out camping in the woods and combing the river for Rick. Where is she and what happened to her?

What Happened to the Sunshine? by @nikkisheep 🧅🌶️

Daryl lost you and now he has to live with the pain.

Poison for Some by @hidtired 🍯🧅

You're deathly allergic to nuts and dinner in the prison leaves you running for medicine. Your abrupt departure confuses everyone, until your partner Daryl remembers of your allergies. Now it was 24 hours and you were no where to be found.

Is it Better to Speak or to Die? by @xwritingdixonx 🍯🧅

After being rescued from Woodbury by Rick's group, you struggle with living a "normal" life in the walls of the prison. The trauma's inflicted on you at the hands of the Governor drag you to the deepest depths. A certain archer is the only one who can drag you back out.

Caught in the Headlights by @holdmytesseract 🍯

When you get hit by an arrow, Daryl is seemingly all your brain can think about...

Ink on Skin by @mystic-writings 🍯🧅

Daryl gave up on the concept of soulmates long ago, even with the words marked on his wrist. And then he found you.

Doctor's Orders by @weretheones 🍯🧅

When a sprained ankle takes you off run duty, the new girl goes in your place. Which would’ve been fine– if she didn’t have that brilliant wit, gorgeous smile, and effortless skill. But she did. And it was only a matter of time until Daryl noticed too. (Season 4)

Time to Feast by @ophelialaufey 🍯🌶️

Today you woke up with an idea, the idea to to do something special for your favourite person.

Crush by @ghostbonewrites2 🧅

While on a Rick-ordered fishing trip with Daryl, things are tense and uncomfortable. Emotions run high, things are said. (Prison Era)

[moonys-bf]

wake up marauders band au dropped