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By Any Other Name

Sakura Haruka x F!Reader

A/N: Alright SO. I know I am primarily a Fire Emblem blog. however, Wind Breaker took over my life in the span of like a week and I could not get this thought out of my head and well. here we are. Not beta read, this is my first xreader fic i've ever posted. i hope you enjoy!

tags: fluff, a tiny bit of blood, feelings

wc: 2k

about: You met Sakura about six months ago, and have essentially wormed your way into his little walled off heart. He comes home to your now (mostly) shared little apartment, battered and bloody after saving a girl who looked like you

You’re not living together.

That’s what Sakura says, despite the fact you stay over four nights out of the week, and somewhere in the six months you’ve been dating, half your stuff has ended up in his ramshackle little apartment. “You deserve better than a leaky faucet”, he’d said, cheeks red and nose scrunched in a scowl. You’d merely laughed, kissing his forehead before replying, “It adds to the charm.” And that was that.

You’re not living together. So why does he hope you’ll be there, curled up on that cheap little couch you’d insisted on bringing over, that lovely smile on your face as you greet him?

Those assholes must’ve hit his head harder than he realized. Sakura grits his teeth, an arm banded around his throbbing torso as he wobbles along the sidewalk. Weaklings, all of them. Acting tough solely because they have nothing better to do with their time. Seriously, it’s just plain pathetic.

He spits out a glob of blood into the nearby bushes. He doesn’t remember biting his cheek; maybe he’d ground his teeth against it after taking a particularly nasty kick while dodging someone else’s punch. Wasn’t he past his body locking up, his muscles moving with all the speed of a turtle?

The girl had been clutching the long strap of her purse with all her meager might while surrounded by leering thugs. The type of guys who coast by on looks rather than action. Intimidation instead of respect. At least now he’s able to articulate—better yet, understand—what pisses him off so badly about guys like that. Sakura would’ve leapt in regardless, but then he caught sight of her underneath the lamplight, and her shade of hair matched yours. The purse even had a keychain dangling from it, the charms jingling in faint alarm.

She wasn’t you, obviously. You were already home, had probably cooked something simple yet delicious and were keeping it warm until he arrived.

So he froze, mismatched eyes wide as a new type of fear unfurled within his chest, and then all hell broke loose. He knew how to protect someone in a fight, finally, and while the poor girl flattened herself against the side of a nearby building as he sent the idiots flying, his attention still kept flicking to her. He kept thinking what he’d do if it was you, and on one such slip of his concentration, that bastard’s boot came out of nowhere.

He’ll have to report this to Umemiya in the morning, and tell you all about it tonight, and—

Sakura looks up. He’s nearly there; the derelict building doesn’t seem so foreboding, especially once he catches sight of the warm yellow light on in his apartment. Maybe, just maybe, things won’t be so bad after all.

The doorknob wiggles. You carefully place your bookmark inside your book,  sitting up properly in your seat. Sakura’s home a bit later than usual—he probably got stuck eating at Café Pothos with everyone else. Good. You’re grateful he has so many friends, even if he acts like a cat who fell into a puddle of water about it.

“Welco—Sakura!” Your book tumbles from your hands in your haste to stand up. He stands in the doorway while you catalogue his injuries as if in slow motion. Blood drips down the left side of his face from a cut above his eyebrow. His nose is bleeding, too, running down his chin and staining his white shirt red. His knuckles are raw. It’s subtle; yet he sways, quickly placing his right hand against the wall to brace himself. The motion is enough to jolt you from your surprise.

You’re at his side in a blink. His reaction is sluggish; lips parting in belated surprise when you loop his right arm around your shoulders. Normally, he reads your movements almost before you make them, bracing himself for whatever contact you’re about to subject him to so he’s never caught off guard. But slowly, like water eroding rock, he’d learned that he can let his guard down around you, even at his most vulnerable.

Especially then.

“‘M fine,” he mutters out of reflex. You only scoff, walking him over to the couch with a small huff of effort. “Just a small fight.”

Carefully, you help ease him down onto the cushions, releasing your hold only once he’s settled. “A small fight?” You echo, disbelief in your tone. There’s no reprimand or ridicule, just a healthy doubt. He doesn’t know exactly when he stopped looking for the irritation he’s so used to hearing. Leaning his head back, he sighs. “Some guys were causin’ trouble. A new gang, I think. Trying to rob a girl—” he cuts off abruptly, and you watch his cheeks turn a brilliant shade of red, nearly blending in with the dried blood caking his skin. Sakura immediately looks away; he misses the knowing glint entering your expression.

Spinning on your heel, you head for the kitchen. The faucet doesn’t leak as badly now, after you’d finagled a temporary fix with determination and a healthy amount of internet research. He deserves more than a crappy sink, even if he won’t admit it. “You were by yourself?” You ask, opening the drawer and removing a towel. (Yet another item that had miraculously wound up in his space one day. When Sakura confronted you, you’d shrugged, then asked what he wanted for dinner.)

Sakura watches you for a moment, ignoring how something deep within his chest settles as you run the towel under cool water. It’s a familiar scene, enough that he no longer feels the urge to yell and raise his fists in defense. “Yeah. Nothin’ I couldn’t handle on my own.”

Strange. Suo-chan and Nirei-chan always shadow Sakura. Unless Sakura is going home—they haven’t invaded his space since the day they’d discovered him sick on the floor. Now, especially, Sakura would rip their heads off if they came snooping around while you were home. The faucet shuts off. You wring out the towel once, twice, then pad back over to the couch.

“I never doubted that, Grade Captain,” you tease, arranging yourself so you’re sitting on your knees. Drops of water drip down your wrist and onto the cushions below. His blush deepens, and you don’t bother hiding your smile. “Now hold still.”

“Shaddup,” he mumbles without heat. Instinct makes him shift back an inch; he’s always taken care of himself, alone. Sick, bruised, bloodied—he proved time and again he didn’t need anyone else. Then you breezed into his life, upending his entire world with your musical laughter and patient touch.

This is far from the first time you’ve patched him up. He no longer hisses and rages and scowls, a teenage version of a toddler’s temper tantrum, yet neither can he completely disregard a lifetime of gut reactions to others extending a hand in his direction.

You never minded when his hackles rose. You understood him, remaining endlessly understanding while he let his fear run its course. The damp rag hovers in the space between you and him. Sakura zeros in on the blue material instead of your face.

“Ready?”

That’s another thing. You ask him about things. Wait for his brain to catch up with non-dangerous situations. It’s weird, and scary, and wonderful.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“You always are.”

The smile you give him is radiant. Your free hand cups his less bloody cheek, keeping him steady, while you tenderly press the rag to his chin. He hisses out a breath through clenched teeth.

It’s quiet, as you slowly clean him up, beyond the soft scrap of material against skin. There’s a rhythm to your movements. Sakura finds it soothing, despite the circumstances. You both study each other; Sakura, like you’re a puzzle he’s still trying to solve, and you, like he’s something precious.

His golden eye truly is beautiful. He told you others have compared it to twilight, but you think it’s more akin to burnished gold. Rare, and infinitely treasured. He closes it, keeping it safe from harm as you run the now pink-tinged cloth over his browbone. A shame, you think, he keeps himself so locked away.

The slight pressure leaves his face. You move back, giving him room to breathe, holding the rag loosely in your hand. His eye opens again, a coin glinting in a riverbank.

“There,” you say, unfolding yourself from the couch, brushing your thumb across his cheek before you release him completely. “I’ll be back with the first aid supplies.”

Sakura just nods. He never says the words thank you; but you hear it in the way he lets you take care of him, how he takes your hands so reverently in his once your all finished, cradling you like he’s afraid you’ll snap in half if he squeezes too hard.

You’re opening the cabinet underneath the sink when he speaks again. “She looked like you.”

He says it so quietly, you nearly miss it. You freeze, half-bent down to reach for the ridiculous amounts of bandages and antiseptic bottles stashed neatly in their respective baskets. (Another thing you’d changed one day, much to Sakura’s initial chagrin, until he’d stumbled home covered in half a dozen cuts on the rare day you weren’t waiting for him, and found everything he needed without cursing his lack of organization.)

Mechanically, you grab the necessary materials. You’d assumed as much, based on his reaction when you told you the cause of his current state. A shudder runs down your spine as you imagine what the other guys must look like, lying defeated in the street. Sakura doesn’t fight just on behalf of someone else—at least, that what helps him sleep at night, though you know his tune has changed after all his experiences with Bofurin. For him to fight on your behalf, however tangentially related, makes your heart flutter.

Kotoha will practically jump for joy when you tell her.

For now, you let this newfound knowledge settle into your skin, your fluttering heart, smiling to yourself as you exit the bathroom, arms loaded with supplies. “Did she, now?”

Sakura’s sitting upright, head down, once again avoiding your gaze. His fingernails dig into the fabric of his school pants. Beneath the curtain of two-toned hair, you can see the blush sitting high on his cheeks. It’s a miracle they’re not permanently stained pink.

“Y-yeah. I knew she wasn’t you, but for a moment…I need to teach you how to defend yourself. I can’t patrol everywhere, and I’m not the strongest yet. Anyone from Furin will keep you safe, but if we’re not around—”

This is new. You swallow, setting the first aid supplies down on the tatami, sitting down with your legs crisscrossed. (One day, you’ll convince him to buy a table, but there’s only so much furniture you can squeeze in such a tiny place.)

“Sakura,” you say, but he doesn’t hear you.

“—I need to know you can take care of yourself until I get there—”

“Sakura.”

“—and send them all flyin’—”

“Haruka.”

That shocks him into silence. He inhales, then looks up sharply, lips curling into the angry snarl you know so well. It’s his only defense mechanism, beyond his fists, and he’d never raise those at you. (That thing lodged within his chest stirs again. No one’s called him by his given name in years. It feels right, that here, in this space you two have created together, you should use it.)

He’s quite the sight, half patched-up and spluttering mad. One eye darkens like a storm at sea; the other kindles into molten gold, ready to burn any who get in his way.

You’re surprised, too. But you didn’t know what else to do. He’s never spiraled like this before, and it hits you that for perhaps the first time, he was genuinely scared for someone else. You shake your head, breaking eye contact, and reach for the gauze. “I’m sorry, Sakura. I should have asked before using your first name.”

Your fingers shake only a little when you grab the nearest antiseptic, flipping open the cap with your thumb. He watches it all, struck dumb. He doesn’t want an apology. He wants you to say it again, but he doesn’t know how to ask.

All of the fight leaks out of him. His shoulders slump forward. Haruka. Haruka. You hadn’t said it in disgust, or fear, or hatred. If he had to guess, you sounded concerned. Haruka. “I liked hearin’ you say it,” he replies.

A laugh bubbles out of you, born from nervous relief. You nearly spill antiseptic all over you instead of the gauze. “Really? May I call you Haruka, then? Not all the time…just here.” Rising to your knees, you crawl over to him, taking one battered hand in your soft one.

His throat tightens. An odd pressure builds behind his eyes. “Fine.”

“This’ll sting,” you murmur in warning, almost like an afterthought. “You can use mine, too. If you want.”

Sakura’s about to respond, tell you he’ll do it if it’ll make you happy (and make his own heart beat a little faster), but then the gauze descends onto his split knuckles. It’s not like eating a kick to the face; it barely registers in comparison.

Maybe it’s the emotions he’s kept bottled up since the fight. Maybe it’s the fact you called him Haruka and the world didn’t explode. Both things, he assumes, and that’s why your healing touch hurts worse than a dozen roundhouse kicks.

It fades, after that first bright burst.

Neither of you say anything again while you continue your ministrations. Once his knuckles are taken care of, you move on to his face, tenderly smoothing his bi-colored bangs off his forehead to ensure no strands get caught underneath the small bandage you apply to the cut above his eyebrow.

The entire time, he replays this strange evening over and over again in his head. It all leads back to you, caring for him, using his first name like it’s nothing when it in fact means everything. He hates himself, a little bit, for not being better at this.

For your part, your focus on him turns clinical. You can deal with the emotional part of it later. When you’ve finished with the last bandage, you stare at him a moment. Take in this boy who pushed away the entire world when it wrote him off, the very same boy who harbors no malice in his heart, just kindness hidden by anger.

You press a soft kiss to his lips, then slide away before he can reciprocate. He splutters again, blush back in place, and it’s such a Sak—Haruka thing to do, you bite back a laugh.

“Are you ready to eat, Haruka? You get hungry after a good fight.”

He offers you a rare smile in return.

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Bound Together ~ Jude Jazza x Reader

Posting this one as another Happy Birthday celebration for @judejazza I love you!!!!!

Genre: Fluff CW: none WC: 2k

“Juuude!” you shout, bursting into his bedroom. It’s dark and you nearly stumble over the corner of the rug as you make your way over to the couch where he sits, reading.

When he doesn’t acknowledge you, you throw your arms over his shoulders and whisper in his ear, “Pssst, Jude… guess what…”

Letting out a quiet huff, Jude slips a bookmark in between the pages and closes the book, setting it on the table in front of him. The next thing you know, firm hands are wrapped around your upper arms and you find yourself tumbling over the back of the couch and onto Jude’s lap.

“You’re so loud,” he grumbles, looking down at you with no hint of the annoyance he’s trying to feign. You smile up at him and move to sit up, only to be held down against his taught legs.

“Juuude…” you whine, squirming in his grasp to no avail. “I wanted to show you what I got us.”

“That’s the last time I let Liam take you anywhere,” Jude sighs, his grip finally relenting and allowing you to sit up.

“Just how much did he give you to drink?” He added, cocking his head in concern.

“Oh, just five,” you reply happily, digging your hands into the pockets of your jacket.

“Yep… Last time.”

“Ooh! I found them!” you shout, pulling a couple of tangled chains out of your pocket and holding them up triumphantly.

Jude just looks at you, as though expecting an explanation.

You frown at the way the metal links seem to grab at each other while you’re attempting to untangle them, mouth twisting in a disappointed pout. Your fingers aren’t behaving either, each time you think you’ve found a good point to free the knot you’re working on, your fingers just seem to pull it tighter.

“Dammit,” you mumble, trying to get your eyes to focus more clearly.

Jude suddenly gets up from the couch and stalks over to the windows.

“Hey, wait! I’m almost done,” you insist, disappointment welling in your chest. You’re trying to keep your head from spinning when a sudden cool breeze blows past your face.

“Just opening the window, princess. Ought to help sober you up.”

With that statement, Jude reclines on the couch, closer to you than before and he offers you an open palm.

You reach out and return the high-five, or at least so you thought, only for Jude to scoff and grab your other hand, relieving it of the bundle of chains.

“Oh…” you giggle, feeling the crisp night air settle your nerves and bring you some peace as you watch Jude’s long fingers meticulously unwind each chain until both are completely free of each other.

“Necklaces?” He asks, glancing over at you.

“Mmhmm!” you declare proudly, “I saw them paired together at a cute little vendor’s stall and they said that they bind lovers together when shared. So I got us some! I made sure it wasn’t something too cutesy and girly, so you can still look cool, and we can match now.”

Jude stares down at the silver chains, simplistic in style, yet elegant and refined. You wait for his reaction with bated breath, only to exhale sharply when he doesn’t respond promptly.

You feel heat creeping up your cheeks—he must think you childish for wanting to wear matching necklaces. Why would a businessman like Jude ever wear a necklace?

You let your head hang, trying to mask the disappointment and shame that’s gnawing at your every nerve when you feel the gentle brush of fingers against your neck. The next moment, cool metal hangs around it.

“I… Jude, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, I know it’s a stupid idea. I should never have—” your words are silenced by the firm grip of fingers turning your head to face him.

“It’s not stupid.”

“But it’s childish and you’re a man who has an image to maintain…” you start to protest, but the stern, pointed look that Jude gives you shuts you up instantly.

“If this little chain will make ya happy, it’s not stupid. You went outta your way to find something that would suit me even. Plus, it’ll be nice to be able to do this,” he smirks, hooking a finger under the chain and giving it a firm tug. Your lips meet briefly and you feel the tension in your body begin to melt away as his familiar smokey scent washes over you.

“Put it on me.” Jude’s command is quiet but you know better than to refute him, taking the metal, now warm from his hands and fumble to get the clasp secured.

When he sits back, the look on his face is heart wrenchingly tender and you feel your breath catch.

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, binding yourself to me forever like this,” he grins, flashing you a smug look and letting his fingers continue to toy with the chain at your throat.

You nod your head excitedly, reaching your arms out and wrapping yourself around Jude, pressing kisses to his cheek and neck and chest. “Tch… Princess, you’re leaving lipstick marks all over my shirt,” He mutters, lifting your face to meet his gaze. The gentle affection so clear in his expression gives you all the reassurance you need to know that he’s not upset with you.

He helps you sit up before getting to his feet and offering you his hand once again.

“Come on, it’s bedtime.” You reach out and take his hand, letting him guide you over to the bed.

When you’re seated on the edge he begins to take off his shirt, tossing it haphazardly away. He slips into the bed and motions for you to do the same.

Happily, you oblige, ridding yourself of your jacket and dress before giggling to yourself.

“What’s so funny, princess?” Jude asks, cracking one eye open from his reclined position on the bed.

You reach down and pick up his discarded shirt, pulling it on and turning around with a flourish.

“Ta-da! I’m Jude now.” Jude lets out an uncharacteristic bark of laughter, shaking his head and hopping up before making his way over to you. “Well, Jude. It’s bedtime, and this Jude wants to hold his girl while he sleeps, so I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” Jude’s voice is low and husky, sending a shiver through your body.

His hands slip around your waist, and he leans his head in. “You’re my princess now, right?” he whispers.

His warm breath ghosts over your lips and you let out a small squeak in reply. He smirks briefly before closing the remaining distance, pulling you close to his body and capturing your lips with his own.

The heat of his body draws you in, prompting you to cling to his arms. Despite how eager you are to deepen the kiss, Jude continues to move at a slow pace, savoring your mouth as though committing it to memory.

When you finally part, he rests his forehead against yours, rubbing his hands up and down your arms tenderly.

“I love you.”

His whispered words are nearly faint enough to miss but you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him briefly in response.

“I love you too, Jude.”

Lifting you into his arms, Jude moves the both of you back over to the bed, pulling the covers up snugly around you before doing the same for himself.

Once he’s settled on his pillows, he reaches out an arm, inviting you to move closer. You lay your head against his chest, the beating of his heart lulling you into a trance like state.

Absentmindedly, you move your fingers to begin toying with the silver chain resting against Jude’s collarbones. There’s something about seeing the necklace against his bare chest that makes your head feel light. The metal is warm under your fingertips and you feel the soft rumble of laughter followed by Jude’s murmur.

“Are ya happy, princess?”

You hum happily in response, pressing a kiss against his chest and then letting out a contended sigh. Jude’s arms tighten around you and you feel his breath ruffle your hair before his lips press against you.

“Me too.”

~Four Days Later~

Today marks the fourth day in a row that you’ve seen Jude around the castle but haven’t seen the necklace you had bought. You tried to not let the disappointment show, but of course, everyone else was able to tell right away that something was wrong.

“You were so happy a couple nights ago, did something happen?” Liam asks that morning. He’s sat next to you in the dining hall, shoveling forkfuls of his omelet into his mouth between questions.

“Nothing happened,” you hurriedly reply, picking mindlessly at your own breakfast.

“You do realize you’re not hard to read, right? Maybe I can help you learn how to school your expressions a bit better if you don’t want people to know…” Liam muses.

Your attention turns to the door as it’s thrown open and Jude strides in confidently, Ellis at his heels. As your eyes meet his, you quickly look away, avoiding his gaze. You knew it was no use, you could already hear Jude’s scoff before slender fingers tug at the chain around your neck and you feel your patience snap.

“What are you doing?” You growl, glaring up at Jude pointedly. Taken aback, Jude gives you a dubious look before sighing.

“Figuring out what the hell crawled into your bed and died. You’ve been moping and avoiding me all week. Speak.”

“No thank you,” was the only reply you afforded him, instead shaking off his grip on your chain and leaving the room.

How could he not realize what was making you upset? Sure, he may find it childish and stupid, but he could at least have told you he wasn’t ever going to wear it. Your mind is racing as you stalk into Jude’s room, heading for the end table he surely would have left the necklace on.

However, you’re not able to find a trace of the gift anywhere in his room. You hear the door click closed behind you and swift footsteps approach you.

“You lookin’ for something, princess?” Jude grumbles, staying a few paces back and granting you the space he knew you would need right now.

“I was going to take the necklace back since it was a dumb idea anyway. It’s just a useless object collecting dust so I figured I could at least get my money back for it,” You choke out, trying desperately not to let your emotions take control.

“That’s what you’re mad about?” Jude asks, his voice is laced with genuine surprise and when you turn to glare at him you see him shrug out of his jacket.

Slowly, his hands move up to his shirt and begin unbuttoning the top few buttons. Tugging the collar to the side, you see the familiar glint of silver against his pale skin and feel your breath catch.

“You’re wearing it?” You whisper incredulously, fingers trembling slightly with confusion and relief.

“’Course I’m wearing it. Kinda pointless for you to be the only one wearing part of the set.” Jude’s words, while cold, are clearly full of affection as he watches you tentatively walk toward him.

You reach out a hand and feel the metal, warm from his body heat, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“I ain’t giving it back, princess. A gift’s a gift and this is mine. You’re bound to me forever, remember?” Jude murmurs, fixing you with his deep amethyst stare.

“I…” words escape you and all you can think to do in that moment is wrap your arms around him and hug him closely.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Jude sighs, chuckling softly as he embraces you, holding you against his body and smoothing your hair with one hand.

Taglist: @judejazza @aquagirl1978, @themiscarnival @abundance-pathchooser @xbalayage @maries-gallery @randonauticrap @queengiuliettafirstlady @candied-boys

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Fiddauthor Recs

Ya want a Fiddauthor rec list??? You got it. This is just some fiddauthor I have in my bookmarks, in no particular order. I’m not adding warnings, so pay attention to the tags and such. If a fic is a WIP, I’ll let you know. And please DO add your own recs in comments or reblogs, especially if you know of fics that aren’t on AO3!

 If you read these fics, please consider leaving kudos and comments for the authors!

We’re Still Here by hellmandraws

Not fic, but a fan comic starting with college fiddauthor and going all the way through post-series. So great and really worth a read!

rumination: a guided tour by gesso (1.9k words)

Author’s summary: For all the words, expressions, languages he knows; for all the intelligence, experience -- sometimes it's just easier to show, rather than tell. And maybe that means using the mindscape to just pull up very specific memories in a certain order. Because Stanford Pines would much rather take the most convoluted route possible, especially if that means he can avoid plainly talking about his emotions (past and present). [Unlike the other drabbles in this series, this is not complete, and cuts off kind of abruptly at the end of the draft I have]

This fic is sooo worth a read. Technically a WIP, but don’t let that dissuade you.

Somnus Idigus by Abyssalzones (2k words)

Author’s summary: It's hard to sleep, still, nearly a full year after Bill's defeat. Ford manages to be coaxed to bed by kind words and gentle hands, and wonders just what he did to deserve this kind of understanding. (AKA: Ford has nightmares, keeps trying to put off sleep, Fiddleford manages to lovingly wrangle him to bed.)

Sooo sweet! The exact kind of post-canon snuggly Fiddauthor fic I need in this world!

Intricate Rituals by HazelnutofFortune (1.5k words)

Author’s summary: “Fiddleford,” Ford says. He hates asking for help. 

“Mmm?” Fiddleford asks, looking up, scalpel still raised. 

“ Um, could you show me how to get at that big clump next to the Aorta?” How humiliating. Why did he even ask. Except-

“Well, sure,” Fiddleford sets down the heart and takes Ford’s a little gingerly. My heart is in his hands, Ford thinks. Fuck. 

Extremely cute! A WIP! College Fiddauthor and Ford is soooo smitten.

Jersey Boy by Fordtato (110k words)

Author’s summary: Ford does not want to be at Backupsmore University. He should be in California, at West Coast Tech, showing the world that he's more than a freakish waste of space from Jersey; showing the world that he's more than the scrawny, brainy half of a dynamic duo. He's angry, sure, and he's sure-as-fuck tired of being just one-of-two-Stans.

But who isn't angry right now? The world is in turmoil, they're sending our boys to Vietnam and if it wasn't for this stupid school, Ford would have probably been sucked into the draft himself.

But then he meets Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, and everything is different now.

A slowburny fic that really digs into the historical side of college Fiddauthor. It doesn’t shrink away from the tougher, uglier stuff that being a poor, gay, Jewish college student in the seventies would mean for someone. Features an angry, confused Ford who is having a Hard Time. Also has a whole host of interesting OCs! Also a WIP. This fic takes a turn or two that I really didn’t expect and I’m very excited to see where it goes, as the author is on record saying that they WILL finish it.

if you love me, come clean by Athgalla (105k words)

Author’s summary: This is pretty much just a collection of various moments and possible events throughout Fiddleford and Stanford's relationship that I felt like exploring, starting with their first proper meeting in college on to post-Weirdmageddon events.

Without further ado, on to the tragically star-crossed nerds!

iylmcc spans Ford and Fidds’s first meeting through post-series. It’s so interesting, and so sweet, and has so many wonderful details! Just a great take on their relationship that you deserve to read, dear reader. Treat yourself!

Maybe It’s Not Too Late by GinAndShatteredDreams (main fic is 82k words, whole series is 110k)

Author’s summary of the main fic: Overall: A post-weirdmageddon asexual Fiddauthor fic in which revelations occur, a confession goes awry, some unfinished business reemerges in the form of a raging pterodactyl, and chaos ensues. (vaguely romantic - hugs/hand holding/cuddling/comfort, no kisses - just adding that so I don't disappoint anyone who's hoping for it - or maybe for the sake of people (like me) who sometimes like to read something without ;))

(Edit - No romantic kisses. There's a forehead kiss between family members at one point.)

*It would probably be good to mention that most of this was written before the journal came out and even after, I tried to keep true to the ideas formed before reading it with one exception that is noted later.

So as you can tell, I linked you the whole series. A both super angsty and very sweet fic with wonderful asexual post-series Fiddauthor! I’ve never read anything quite like it, totally check it out.

Romance is Overrated and Living Confusing by 3HobbitsInATrenchcoat (25k words)

Author’s summary: Stanford and Fiddleford started out as college roommates and over the years grew into something more than friends but just to the side of what others would consider a "normal relationship." But honestly, is it really anyone's business what they are as long as they care deeply for each other?

Scenes from Stanford's life as he tries to figure out where he fits in a world built for romance and traditional family dynamics.

This fic is restricted– you need an AO3 account to read it. Also, it’s part of a series, but the other fic is Stan-centric so it’s not a part of this rec list. Aaaand also it’s a WIP. Okay, with that out of the way, this is another Ace!Fiddauthor fic, which you know I’m all about! This fic is more about college and research-aged Fiddauthor, and it’s as delightfully fraught as you could hope. The author also does a cool thing regarding Fiddleford’s time in Oregon, while still keeping it canon-compliant. My hat is off to them.

To Struggle For Dreams And To Hunger For More by Voidfish (8k words)

Author’s summary: “Am I gay?” Ford reads the quiz out loud, before clicking to begin. To his frustration, most of the questions are simply asking him if he has had sex with men (he hasn’t), if he wants to (he isn’t quite sure), or if he ever will (the jury is still out). Nothing defines attraction, no one clarifies if the burn in his stomach is love or gastrointestinal issues, and nothing leaves him feeling any better on the subject.

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Stanford Pines has never loved a woman but, he realizes with a painful jolt, he can’t say with certainty he’s never loved a man.

Aaaaaa I love this fic. I love it sooo much. Post-series and Ford is trying to figure out his sexuality and his feelings for Fidds. Plus a scene where he comes out to Stan! Just a delight.

And Shifty Makes Three by Sarelle (13k words)

Author’s summary: Ford Pines and Fiddleford McGucket deal with the ups and downs of relationships and parenthood in 1970s Oregon. A task not much aided by the fact they have to keep secret the true identity of their shapeshifting alien grub son, from friends, family and the Feds.

Based on WDW's Shiftyverse, can be read as a standalone.

I fucking LOVE this fic!! Aaaaa the little details about Ford and Fidds and their relationship! Their alien son!! This fic is so up my alley it’s bonkers.

queer clan in the middle of the woods by toosolidcuuj (series is 23k words)

Author’s summary of the series: *to the tune of "our house" by madness* queer clan in the middle of the woods, queer clan in the middle of the

Canon-divergent AU in which Stan and Ford make up, adopt an alien, and gradually amass an extended queer family.

This is ALSO a Shifty-adopting fic! With Fiddauthor! This one also has Stan, and focuses a lot on Stan and Ford fixing up their fraternal relationship in addition to the Fiddauthory bits. I haven’t reread it in a hot second but I remember it being very fun but also taking Shifty’s trauma quite seriously, which I thought was interesting and cool to read.

(There's a) Half moon rising in southeastern skies by orphan_account (17k words)

Author’s summary: A series of memories, all compiled in convenient cinema-reel format. It’s all here, folks, the good, the bad, the sexy, the emotionally distressing. Next to nothing left out.

Sad that this fic was orphaned– I love it. It’s in second person, and I’m all about that! Fiddleford looking back at his fractured memories post-series and also reconnecting with Ford. Absolutely wonderful characterization. Author, if you’re out there, I love this fic!! I hope you are happy with it in your heart!!

Syncing Phases by toosolidcuuj (5k words)

Author’s summary: Stan has gone his whole life never imagining he had a twin, let alone an android twin who can shoot cannons out his hands, makes money appear out of thin air, and has a close relationship with a werewolf named Fiddleford McGucket. Even more surprisingly, FORD needs Stan's help erasing a world-ending computer virus. But BILL has allies in many places, leaving the Stans uncertain who they can trust.

WIP. This fic is SUCH a fun and interesting concept!! Only child!Stan, Werewolf!Fidds, Robot!Ford??? Yes, please! A totally unique fic that is so fun to read!

[quenchiestcactusjuice99]

Hi! I've just gotten into naruto and I was wondering if you have an fic recommendations based in other villages?

OKAY hi yes. meant to answer this yesterday, oops. Welcome! while currently I am writing and reading in a more DC-focused direction, I definitely still have a lot of Naruto fic recs. because i'm not sure exactly what you're looking for in terms of genre or content, some of these vary widely and might not be what you're after. so! here's some stuff from my AO3 bookmarks. (you do have to be a registered user to read some of these.)

The One Where An OC Moves In With Kakuzu by Tozette is about 10k words and takes place in Ame. it's pretty straightforward, a little cracky, and very enjoyable. this author has a very good grip on Kakuzu's characterization, i highly recommend everything else they've written as well.

a study in demons by saintbedo is 2k words and technically takes place in Kiri. it's a short and bittersweet character study of zabuza.

he wants to be tender and merciful by nithenoel is 40k. it's a time travel fic with Gaara. it's been a long time since I read this one, but i'm certain that at least the majority of it takes place in Suna, if not all of it. i'm a sucker for Gaara-centric stuff, and this fic is all about him trying to repair his relationship with his siblings.

look twice by tciddaemina is about 9k, a soulmate fic with itachi/kisame pre-canon. it's from kisame's perspective, so at least the first part is in Kiri.

denizens of the sands of time by CherShare is 42k, another time travel fic with Gaara but to the Warring States period or directly after the formation of Konoha, i forget. iirc Gaara sort of starts building his own village and adjudicates for the wandering desert clans and stuff, so... technically takes place in early early early Suna? it's tagged Tobirama/Gaara.

To Stay the Tides by TheDroidsYoureLookingFor is 126k and the majority takes place in the Land of Waves. SI-OC and soulmate AU, i think the main pairing is the OC and Kisame. I don't remember how many canon characters come into play here, i think there's a lot of OCs and worldbuilding with Wave and Uzushio and stuff.

I Never Sharpened My Teeth by DrDiabolical is 25k and probably darker than most of the other stuff on this list. it's young Kakashi-centric, in a world where he gets kidnapped to Kiri and experimented on. mind the tags and rating; it's explicit and a lot of stuff happens. But as far as i remember the author tags accurately and clearly.

Steam by Ornery Otter is 62k and it's only on this list because of how much i enjoy it. it's an SI-OC from Yugakure, but only the first few chapters take place in Yu. so this one is maybe disqualified. but i like it a lot so :p

Plasticity by Mixelation is 177k and again, maybe doesn't count? but it's another fic near and dear to my heart. SI-OC gets kidnapped by the Akatsuki, so some of the fic takes place in Ame. this is another author that just writes bangers, and has a killer (ha) grasp on Akatsuki characterizations. i'd recommend pretty much everything they've written too. (there are also nearly endless AUs and spinoffs of this AU that you can find on Mixelation's tumblr, increasing in whackiness and fun as they go).

a dog and a shark walk into a bar by cloudycats is 42k and once more, maybe doesn't count since it doesn't really take place in a village. this is an AU where canon Kakashi wakes up in a noncanon world where he committed the Uchiha Massacre and is partnered to Kisame in the Akatsuki. i really enjoy this one.

Deadbeat. by Tozette is 33k and i just read it today actually. it's an SI-OC who is Kakuzu's daughter. i cannot describe how much i fucking love this fic. whatever youre thinking, its almost certainly better. its on here because it doesn't happen in any big village.

man, i sort of lost the thread with these last 4 recs, they're more like 'doesnt happen in konoha' than 'happens in another village'. anyway! thanks for the ask and I hope these help. feel free to ask for more recs anytime. welcome to the fandom!

Cheers <3

[esther-dot]

Any good Jonsa fic you discovered lately? Looking for a Sunday read 💘

It Comes and Goes (canon divergence 5k, WIP)

“Are you alright?” A voice breaks her melancholy, and she jumps, turns, but it is just a boy, maybe a year or two older than her, with curly black hair, and purple eyes.

“Yes” She says quickly, scrubbing at the tears at her eyes, embarrassed to be caught so unladylike, her cheeks going a bit pink, “I’m fine thank you” She says, notes his black clothes, he must be a man of the Watch, but no, he mustn’t have taken his vows yet, and yet she is fixated by his eyes, such a perfect purple she can’t help but look into them.

resuscitation (breathe me back to life) (s8 canon divergence, 2k)

Hot tears sting her face as the kiss turns salty. But Sansa presses closer still, nearly clawing her way into Jon’s space, as if she tries hard enough she can meld them together, one heartbeat becoming two.

Once upon a time there was a white wolf (written like an old school fairytale, 2k)

The raven said that the wolf's kiss had changed the wolf-dragon and that the red wolf had to give him a wolf's kiss every day so that he would remain a wolf. So they were very happy, because the red she-wolf wanted to kiss the white wolf again and again and the white wolf wanted to kiss the red she-wolf again and again. The grey she-wolf thought it was all very strange, but she was happy that the white wolf was a wolf again, and so she thought it was alright.

(anytime we get a grossed out Arya I giggle)

i wanna learn to love (but all my tears have been used up) (post canon, 6k, WIP)

It's only then, when she finally allows herself to think of the children, that he crosses her mind.

sailorshadzter has a new one! i'm fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm (canon divergence, Jon is Sansa's sworn shield in KL, 18k, WIP)

Jade_Masquerade has a new post s8 fic featuring jealous Jon always loved a queen (23k, WIP)

If you were looking for modern AUs, I would recommend ganymede_elegy and kingsansa's works.

I have some more recs in this tag and here are my AO3 bookmarks to give you more options.

Happy reading, anon!

[lollybliz]

Your honor last time I counted I had 826 tabs open. By Far the majority are ao3. I've nearly hit 2k bookmarks. I work in a library. I have a favorite text to speech epub reader. I've currently unmedicated. What would you guess?

[wangxianficrecs]

I’m In The Mood For A Fic Where…

Okay, I am posting this now, but also, I have to run off and do errands and chores, so I won’t be able to put your answers in for a few hours.  Be patient, I’m not ignoring you!  And gimme some good stuff!!!  (Heh, heh.  Do my work for me!)

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1.  Hi, welcome back!!! I really missed your recommendations, but kept myself busy reading other fics that you recommended! I'm glad that you were able to rest! I had a question, do you perhaps know any fics that show the (cultivation) world's reaction to WangXians marriage? The whiplash that everyone would've gotten when they heard that THE Yiling Patriarch was marrying their esteemed Hanguanjun? ~ @ayatostuff​

❤️White Flag by incendir (T, 38k, wangxian, my post)​

dream of a funeral; hear of a marriage by defractum (nyargles) (T, 27k, wangxian, my post) - not exactly what you’re looking for, but might amuse you as cultivationdom’s second most eligible bachelor is forever having to drop everything to fend off ambushes by suitors.

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2.  Hello! It's so good to see you back! I don't know if you still do the "I'm in the mood for a fic where" things, but I'm in the mood for a fic where Wei WuXian loses his memory when he wakes up at the start of the novel. I'm reading one like that («Lethe Nor Nepenthe» [Note:  I couldn’t find a link to AO3, so here’s Wattpad]) and I'm trying to find more! Preferably long fics, I don't mind if they're not completed yet!!!

Imperfect Memory by xantissa (E, 62k, wangxian, my post)

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 159k, wangxian, WIP)

Sunless Dry Geraniums by ghostybreads, Skyeline (T, 98k, wangxian, WIP)

❤️the thing with feathers by RoseThorne (G, 43k, wangxian, my bookmark)

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3.  hello! thank you for what you do here, that's such great work and I do hope you get help as you need :) I've been in the mood to read war prize and similar ideas wangxian fic, be it lwj or wwx being the war prize for the other, I know love, in fire and blood as well as golden when the day met the night, which made me thirsty for any type of war prize or similar ideas, ideally I hope there's both type of fics to find (lwj given to wwx and wwx to lwj)! ~ @chrisemrysfics​

Imperfect Memory by xantissa (E, 62k, wangxian, my post) ​

offerings received by annundriel (E, 7k, wangxian)

what price is duty, what cost is love by thunderwear (G, 18k, wangxian)

travelers through the empty gate by stiltonbasket (M, 13k, wangxian, WIP)

check out iliacquer's work, they have several GREAT warprize AUs including debt of a knife (E, 13k, wangxian)

Married to the Demon by westiec (E, 10k, wangxian)

yearn for east wind by Aminias (E, 8k, wangxian)

A Myriad of Blossoms by Itszero (E, 60k, wangxian)

for our love is a ghost the others can’t see by sheepwell, snackmon (sashimini_central) (M, 23k, wangxian, WIP) -  Courtesan! LWJ’s dual-cultivational services gifted to General! WWX

Possession by trickanery (M, 52k, wangxian, WIP) -  Prince! LWJ awarded to Wen Sect! WWX

loose me from hard care by oceanofchaos (E, 9k, wangxian) - war prize WWX awarded to General LWJ

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4.  hi, how are you? Can you tell me any fic where wangxians are teenagers and date?

10 Things I Hate About Dating at Gusu Academy by KouriArashi (T, 59k, 3zun, wangxian)

Step right up! by failedcharismacheck (T, 8k, wangxian)

The Time Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan almost died by Ichebi (E, 2k, wangxian) -  has WWX seducing LWJ in the Cold Spring at Gusu Summer School (and nearly getting caught by LQR); not an Incense Burner story

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5.  hi, i was wondering if you could recommend a couple of fics where the juniors time travel or wei ying and lan zhan's kids time travel? Thank you so much!

❤️ sing me a happy song by agloeian (M, 138k, wangxian, 2 works, series in progress, my post)

The Stuff of Legend by pupeez4eva (T, 21k, wangxian, xuanli, WIP)

The Trouble with Talismans: a Treatise on Time-Travel by Young Master Lan Xiaohui (Age 6) by stiltonbasket (G, 26k, wangxian, my post)

Butterfly Effect by EHyde (G, 29k, zhuiling)

And They Lived Happily Ever After… by Morgana_avalon (G, 51k, wangxian, my post) -  Juniors time travel to the Burial Mounds shortly before Qiongqi Pass, fixit fic

The best accident by deadlychoco (not rated, 3k, wangxian, lan sizhui & lan wangji & wei wuxian) -  the Junior Quartet and some Lan Sect OC juniors travel back in time to the pre-Sunshot Archery Competition

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6.  Hey and thank you for your work and research! I'm in the mood for ALL THE FICS where LWJ gets dicked down by WWX but with all the care and tenderness in the world! Only thing, it has to be in verse and CQL preferred but doesn't have to be. A little d/s is OK but main point is emotional connection and tenderness and LWJ getting spoiled and loved on. I read through your Dom WWX list just wondering if anything recent? THANK YOU

this one has a Dom Wei Wuxian tag, so someone tell me if it fits for this request as well?   yearn for east wind by Aminias (E, 8k, wangxian)

❤️Hold Truth to the Light by SoManyJacks (E, 15k, wangxian, my post) -  has LWJ fearing (supported by his own clumsy efforts with a sex toy) that his rough-and-tumble lovemaking has been hurting WWX; WWX reassures him to the contrary and proceeds to teach him how bottoming should actually feel.

The Gift by Jinko (E, 5k, wangxian) -  as a prank in Gusu Summer School, WWX presents LWJ with a dildo. Many years later, WWX, discovering that his husband has kept *all* his gifts, instructs him in its use (and then offers him the real thing.)

Someone was looking for bottom LWJ lovingly getting sexed up? HELLO I'm SunBlueSun on AO3 and I've written a few rated E. :)

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7.  Hi Mojo! Do you know of any LQR bashing fics?

❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, my post)

this blood in my mouth by ShanaStoryteller (not rated (I’d say G), 4k, wangxian, lan sizhui & lan sect)

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8.  Hey Mojo! I love this blog so much! Could you rec me a fic with some love for Wei Wuxian as a demonic cultivation expert? Like the cultivation world needs his knowledge for some reason. It's up to you what, it's your rec :D. I would love it though if demonic cultivation was at least on the way to being recognised as a useful and not necessarily evil path by the end. And with a good dollop of Wangxian on top too, cause I love my boys. Thank you!

Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, wangxian)

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9.  Hello! I need to admit I don't fully know how your page works (new on Tumblr... and in the Untamed fandom) but I saw "I'm in the mood for a fic where..." and wondered whether maybe you or your followers knew any fics where Wei Wuxian is a good teacher? I hope it's not somehow inappropriate of a question! :D ~ @changingfandomsatlightspeed

❤️Joy In the Midst of These Things by Glitterbombshell (T, 53k, 5 works, my post)

Not Yet (There As Needed) by sunrise_and_death (T, 13k, wangxian, my post)

The envy of the world by vulnerable_bead (E, 49k, wangxian, my post) -  Teacher! WWX, *and* post-canon, *and* with Lan juniors

Discources on Salt and Iron by dragonofeternal (T, 13k, wangxian, WIP) -  showcases WWX as teacher, leading the juniors in investigating a purportedly haunted salt processing plant

instructions on not giving up by fruitys (M, 14k, wangxian) -  the story of how WWX, going nuts with boredom in the structured safety of the Cloud Recesses, gradually earns the trust of the younglings (despite Rule #4001) and establishes himself as a teacher; 

this one’s behind a ‘challenge’ wall atm :( ... what do you mean this goes in that by lao_you_tiao yeasting_laozu (nanthebread) (T, 10k, wangxian, WIP)

paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 54k, wangxian)

my #teacher wei wuxian tag on my AO3 collection (10 works so far)

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10.  Hey!! Hope you're doing good.. For the next in the mood for post do you happen to know any fic where lwj and lxc are on bad terms (maybe because of wwx or jgy?)

Sacrifices Made with Blood by NocturnalFriend (M, 75k, wangxian, WIP) -  a time travel au where LXC is partly responsible for WWX and LWJ’s deaths which causes them to go back in time and starts off with them having a very tense relationship and LXC trying to fix it after he finds out what his future self did. I think the way it goes about LWJ and LXC’s fractured relationship is really good. 

kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, lan sizhui & lan wangji & wei wuxian, jin ling & lan jingyi & lan sizhui, wangxian, my post)

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11.  Help? I'm looking for good long fics where wangxian is not the main pairing. They don't even have to be in it at all! But it's so hard to filter through ao3 when you're not looking for a specific pairing, or fics without any main relationship at all. I've exhausted the fics 40k+ in the xicheng, sangcheng, and xiyao tags. Xuanli is almost always a background pair. I don't really read any fics focused on pregnancy (m or f) or a/b/o, so that's also limiting. Have you come across any good Gen or rare pair epics or series? I love what you do here 💛, you're an invaluable resource!

Modern Sunshot AU by Eleanor_Fenyx (E, 171k, 3zun, 3 works, series in progress)

Building a home by R95irth (G, 586k, Jiang parents, Wei parents) -  Main pairings are yxy/jfm and wcz/cssr and I don't think you get a rarer pair than those! Especially in terms of length, clever plot, and really good storytelling!

3Zun Fixit AU by Eleanor_Fenyx (E, 127k, 3zun 12 works, series in progress)

AO3 author Netrixie has many nielan stories.

❤️shades of grey by cl410 (M, 59k, wangxian, nielan, my post)

江山如有待 | It Seems the Hills and Rivers Have Been Waiting by ScarlettStorm (E, 229k, jiang cheng/ofc, WIP)

I strongly recommend Lise's stuff, esp some good mistakes (T, 18k, wangxian) - WWX gets kidnapped and LWJ and Jiang Cheng have A Very Awkward Roadtrip to get him back - and  With Absolute Splendor (T, 44k, wangxian, jiang cheng) -  where Jiang Cheng insists on planning the Wangxian wedding, but v much focused on Jiang Cheng's Complicated Feelings rather than on Wangian

Gentle Exile by rynleaf (E, 10k, lan xichen/song lan)

Someone Who Understands by treemaidengeek (T, 48k, lan xichen/song lan, 8 works, series in progress) -  the first three works are short, skippable but wonderful prequel stories, it really gets going in To Love What Is Mortal

Better, Greater, or Otherwise Different by ChloeBYoung (G, 23k, wangxian) -  outsider pov set after canon ends and focuses more on a Guest disciple stumbling upon Wei Wuxian and not knowing who he is and becoming friends with him It’s outsider POV, so WangXian is barely a part of it

❤️Important Distinctions by nagi_schwarz (T, 5k, wangxian, my post here)

Rise of the Peacock by JustAWanderingBabbit (not rated, 51k, xuanli, 3zun, wangxian, WIP) -  Xuanli-centric, with a developing 3zun secondary and Wangxian to the side; JZX is transported back in time from the moment of his death to his first fight with WWX at Gusu Summer School, and strives to set things right from there.

A Long And Happy Life by KucatsHouse, rivlee (M, 506k, wangxian and more, 32 works, series in progress)

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12.  love you momjo ♡ know any fics with experienced/knowledgable Dom!LWJ and inexperienced/chaotic disaster baby Sub!WWX?

like it's the only thing i'll ever do by quoth_the_ravenclaw (M, 5k, wangxian)

(our friendship) up against the ropes by daltoneering (M, 36k, wangxian)

hot necromancer singles seeking dom daddies in your area by Mikkeneko (M, 19k, wangxian, my bookmark)

For the Sake of a Smile by Reikosama7716 (not rated, 90k, wangxian, WIP)

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13.  Hey mojo!! its been awhile since I last read for the mdzs fandom, so I was wondering if any new gems have popped up recently or in the past year lol. Thank you!! ~ @lwjromantics​

like speaking to my heart by Rhymeswithtessa (Cuppiecake), SnowshadowAO3 (T, 614k, wangxian) - a swords as daemons au

​ Would You Come Home? by Anonymous (not rated, 37k, wangxian) -  LSZ centered but it’s about him and the other juniors learning about WWX through a talisman WWX created before he died

“I will climb to where you are” or: the bunny book by ladyofrosefire, NotAFicWriter (T, 41k, wangxian) -  child book authorLWJ and book artistWWX au, plus cute baby a-yuan

You still sound like a song by Moominmammashandbag (M, 56k, wangxian, WIP) -  Canon era where WWX becomes a River god after he dies

Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 33k, wangxian, WIP) -  Time Travel/Wen Qing refuses to go through with the golden core transfer

nothing you confess by PorcupineGirl (T, 31k, wangxian, my post) -  soulmate/golden core reveal

the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 104k, wangxian, qingli, WIP) -  JYL resurrection AU

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14.  Hi, I'm glad you're back. Do you know fics where WWX's not a virgin, he had a sexual experience before LWJ, and LWJ's okay with this?

Polishing Jade by Starra (M, 252, wangxian)

The Mistletoe Virgin by Vamillepudding (G, 12k, wangxian, my post)

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15.  do you know any fics that are based off that "i think im homophobic bc i get mad everytime my gay roommate has someone over. oh im actually just in love with them" meme ?

two gay wrongs make a gay right by interstel (T, 3k, wangxian)

Standing in the Sunlight by bizzybee (T, 4k, wangxian)

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16.  Hi Mojo! Do you have any fics where LQR actually likes WY? I know there are a couple of series which are amazing, Just Say Yes is my comfort series, but are there more stand alone fics?

You Need Tending by Eleanor_Fenyx (T, 12k, wangxian) and especially its sequel You Are Of Their Ilk (T, 18k, wangxian, WIP)

Righteous at a Cost by thunderwear (G, 21k, wangxian, my post)

The Untamed: For the Love of Two Boys by YenGirl (not rated, 181k, wangxian)

Deeper Seasons by piecrust (G, 8k, lan qiren & wei wuxian, wangxian)

Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 149k, wangxian, lan qiren & wei wuxian, WIP) -  set in the Cloud Recesses Study Arc and Wei Wuxian gets the recognition he deserves! I highly recommend. Lan Qiren even plans on getting WangXian married so Wei Wuxian would join the Lans!! ... also focuses on talisman abilities.

❤️Joy In the Midst of These Things by Glitterbombshell (T, 53k, 5 works, my post) -  an incredible post-canon series full of family feels that slowly shifts LQR's opinion of WWX and it's incredible. Stars with LQR needing an emergency substitute teacher for the littlest Lans

I'm For You Now by phnelt (T, 5k, wangxian) -  LQR applies his experience in caring for LSZ and knowledge of Chinese Traditional Medicine (including a *sweet* medicinal soup!) to treating a feverish WWX

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17.  Hello! Do you have any anti-yzy or something that shows WWX getting the recognition he deserves for being a inventor?  Thank you for your help!!

Immortal Obsession by FlautistsandPeonies (M, 55k, wangxian) - this focusses on inventions among several things

Worth of a Good Man by Vrishchika (G, 7k, wangxian) -  not really inventions but he gets recognition for being a powerful cultivator

Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 149k, wangxian, lan qiren & wei wuxian, WIP) -  set in the Cloud Recesses Study Arc and Wei Wuxian gets the recognition he deserves! I highly recommend. Lan Qiren even plans on getting WangXian married so Wei Wuxian would join the Lans!! ... also focuses on talisman abilities.

Arrivals in Yiling by Crystelia (G, 5k, Wangxian, yiling wei sect) Spanish translation on Wattpad here -  the Yiling Patriarch gains acclaim as an agricultural and land rehabilitation innovator (the Yiling Wei Sect’s black radishes have become both healthful sustenance for the local poor and a prestige delicacy among gourmets.)

Free Wifi for Heroes by JJSparrow (E, 50k, wangxian) -  My Hero Academia fusion; WWX is a renowned inventor of superhero gadgetry and head of WiFi Industries

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18.  hey hey!  for the next 'in the mood for' fic rec, can you please give me some where LZ yells at people after WWX died? or just any fic where LZ is super expressive with his emotions? thank youuuu

Ready for Blood on the Ground by mondengel (T, 1k, lan wangji & cultivation world)

The Cruelty of Fate by Procrastination_Sensation (T, 16k, wangxian, my post)

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19.  Hi Mojo! I love the work you do and I appreciate it so much! If possible, do you know any fics where LXC and WWX are friends (childhood or otherwise) and WWX only knows LWJ as “my friends brother” until later on? I remember seeing a tumblr post having something similar to this with modern day LXC WWX and NMJ all being friends because WWX skipped a grade or two and ended up in the same class as them but I’m not sure if anyone has done anything else like this.

Here’s that tumblr fic, for your reference:  if wei wuxian was lan xichen’s friend first by @shanastoryteller​ which was updated only last week!

Captain Wangxian by Bambii_baby0509 (T, 7K, lan xichen & wei wuxian, wangxian, WIP)

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20.  Hi! I've just discovered your blog and I was wondering if you had any recs for wangxian domestic fics? Them being caring to one another and so on 😍 Maybe with some cuddles? Thank you!

together, we're just enough by lulu_kitty (E, 135k, wangxian)

No cops at Pride, just Wei Ying and his Man Tiddies out by tothemovies (jayjem_jam) (T, 25k, wangxian) -  crack modern au fic but wangxian are still ridiculously in love with each other and all domestic and cute

instructions on not giving up by fruitys (M, 14k, wangxian) -  plenty of downright Miyazakiesque slice-of-life cozy domesticity

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21.  Hi Mojo, the latest chapter of this danmei I really liked ended in an assault and it was really upsetting. I cried about it which is dumb but whatever. [Aww, sweetie, I’m sorry!]  Can you recommend any fics that are really just soft and wholesome. I don’t mind if they’re explicit as long as they’re gentle. Just anything where they’re grossly in love and take care of each other.

together, we're just enough by lulu_kitty (E, 135k, wangxian)

as thou wast wont to be by cqlorphan (E, 13k, wangxian)

sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, wangxian) -  slow burn arranged wangxian marriage au where LZ goes to lotus pier and slowly falls in love with WWX

Faire thee well by Scrippio (T, 78k, wangxian) - slow burn

the roots in my heart (also grow in yours) by halfdemonvash (M, 17k, wangxian) - cute one where they are botanists

No cops at Pride, just Wei Ying and his Man Tiddies out by tothemovies (jayjem_jam) (T, 25k, wangxian) -  crack modern au fic but wangxian are still ridiculously in love with each other and all domestic and cute

a pear blossom bathed in springtime rain by RoseThorne (E, 1k, wangxian)

Wangxian Tax Universe by adrian_kres, RoseThorne (T, 6k, wangxian, 6 works, series in progress)

beneath rose-colored clouds by RoseThorne (G, <1k, wangxian)

instructions on not giving up by fruitys (M, 14k, wangxian) -   slice-of-life cozy domesticity as well, as he does odd jobs among Gusu’s commoners, and plenty of passionate Wangxian love. (This seems to be the 50,000th MDZS fic on AO3!)

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[My ko-fi.]  

[bisexual-horror-fan]

First of all, congrats on the 2k!! So happy to see you get the recognition for some damn good writing that you more than deserve.

For the raffle, I humbly offer this prompt: having Leslie Vernon give you the reigns in the bedroom. He might like feeling full control (or most of it), but what if Y/N learned how to push the buttons and make him fold like an omlette? What if they found every spot on his body with their mouth that he tries to evade from only because he knows theyre sensitive and it'll make him shiver, and let them do whatever they want so long as they keep that up? What if he looks at their expression when they realize they've got him and consider he might like that side of them far more than dominating it out of them? Maybe he even likes the idea of what that face will look like after he gets it back.

Okay, that's all hahaha! Congrats again Bex my love ❤️❤️❤️

Ahhhhh! Riri! Thank you sooo much, I am so fucking happy that you asked for this! Been a minute since I have done our boy and this is such a fucking great prompt! I hope you like what I did with it! I went in and tried to make it hit really hard in a short little bit, for real I hope this all works for you! Let’s not waste time, let’s get right into it.

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Rating. Mature. Leslie Vernon X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Or Specific Parts Mentioned. Warnings: Softness. Established Relationship. Survivor Person Reader. Blood. Gore. Violence. Intense Emotions. Kissing. Needy Leslie. Begging.

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Touch Me There.

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Leslie Vernon is without a doubt the most observant person you've ever met, hell he might be the most observant person currently alive today. His ability to understand people, key into individuals emotions and pick up on even the smallest details was unmatched. 

It could be scary how good he was at reading the average person but the way he was able to read you has the opposite effect. You loved that quality of him.

You wished you could return it in kind and for the past, longer than you'd care to mention, you watched out for an opportunity to do just that. The longer you are together, the easier he is to figure out, the more he lets you in. 

The physical side of your relationship is incredible, truly, again with how observant he was he figured you out quickly. He could ruin you so easily and you wished to do the same and slowly, over time, you began to figure him out too. Once when you were walking together outside in the orchard, hand in hand, he was talking about preparing for something, he went to pull away and you let go, letting your fingers ghost over the inside of his wrist and you caught it. Almost imperceptible, this slight, you’d almost want to call it a shiver and a shift of his expression.

Interesting reaction. 

You wondered if that was a one off, maybe it was a fluke or the cold or any number of things. 

Except a week and half later you discovered that was not the case. Leslie and you were sitting on the couch, both relaxing on opposite ends and reading, it was almost lunch time and you were getting hungry and you wondered if you should go make something for you both. You finish your current chapter before sliding your bookmark back inside and looking over to Leslie, “You want something to eat?”

He looked up from his book and then to his watch, “Shit, it’s almost noon. Yeah that would be good. Thanks.” 

“No problem.” You got up and set your book down before coming around the back of the couch, you leaned down to give him a kiss and instead of one of the more usual places, his forehead or cheek or even kissing his lip upside down. No, instead, your lips barely had the chance to press behind his ear, almost as if just your warm breath there set him off and made him jump nearly a foot. “Woah, woah! What are you doing?!”

He turned so fast, his book dropped and his place lost, one of his hands on the back of the couch, looking up at you, wide eyed and you were so startled by his reaction you jerked up. A hand on your chest as you said questioningly, your tone rife with confusion, one eyebrow raised, “Kissing you?” 

He said, “Oh, yeah, sorry, you just uhm-I wasn’t expecting it, sorry.” He shook his head and picked up his book, a deep inhale before letting it out as he attempted to find his place once more. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this bothered. His breathing was a little uneven too, this is weird, you scared him? You seriously doubted that. Obviously there was something else at play here. 

“Ooohhh-kayyy.” You say drawn out as you pull away, “I’m gonna go make lunch now.” 

“Uh-huh, I’ll be here.”  He was refusing to look at you and his voice sounded off.

Hmm.

You make lunch and by the time you come back with lemonade and a plate of sandwiches he had seemingly calmed down and acted like nothing happened. You chew thoughtfully as you watch him, he was talking about the latest chapter he just read in his book, you were listening, nodding along but in the back of your mind a plan taketh shape. 

This couldn’t be rushed but you wanted to do this sooner rather than later. You play it just like Leslie would. Biding your time until just the right moment presents itself for you to take advantage and turn the tables. 

One morning when you wake up before he does, early morning light pouring into the upstairs window, you look upon him, so sweet and peaceful and you think that this might just be the time to make your move. He had his back to you and you scooted closer, eased nearer, he was in just his pyjama pants, strong shoulders and back on display. You press your chest to his back carefully, you gauge his reaction, he still seems asleep and so you move. You lean in, your lips press and you kiss that same spot you had unintentionally discovered, right behind his ear and you swear you feel him tense slightly. You kiss again and again and he shifts, he tries to roll onto his back and you hold him there. Your hand on his side, your tongue traces over that spot and you feel him jolt, a sharp inhale and yes, he is awake now. 

He turns his head, eyes barely open as he looks over at you, “Wha-?”

His voice is still thick with sleep, he is weak and tired, you need to ramp this up, you reach out and your hand closes on his wrist and you bring it towards you. Maintaining eye contact with him you kissed the inner part of his wrist and his expression shifts, like he is still confused, trying to figure out what you were doing but in his still sleep logged brain like he couldn’t comprehend it quite yet. 

A few more soft kisses, another pass of your tongue all while staring up into his eyes and he exhales hard. It is like his mind is finally starting to catch up, he starts to squirm, you need to bring it home. You leaned up, kissed him hard, he stilled for a moment and you kissed down the line of his jaw and neck. He was on his back now which was perfect, you kept moving down and he was starting to shift again, his hands met your sides and he said, “Slow down, what are you do-”

Since he wasn’t wearing a shirt it made this next part easier. You manoeuvred down his body, he wasn't fighting you that hard, clearly he was enjoying this more than he was willing to admit yet, your lips dragging down until you reached your desired destination. 

The long, jagged scar that creeped up the first few bottom ribs on his left side. Your lips met the edge of it and he stopped. Body totally frozen and his eyes darted down to you. Still looking up at him. Your fingertips skated over him, tracing the edges of it as your mouth moved in tandem. You kissed up one side as your finger and the edge of your nail dragged down the other. He shivered and the feelings hit him all at once. A total wash of pure emotion. 

It was like being transported back to that night. 

You in your muddy, ripped and bloodied clothes, him having you pinned under him in the moonlight near the orchard, you fought so hard. You screamed and swore and spat at him as his hands finally found purchase around your throat and he began to choke you but you didn’t stop. You took hold of a weapon, of his weapon on his hip and you moved quickly, you plunged it into him, penetrated him and it stole his breath away. All the air left his lungs and his fingers loosened their grip and your leg came up, foot finding his stomach and you kicked and kicked hard so he was on his back. The sickle still lodged in his side. You grabbed hold of the wooden handle and you pulled hard, dragged it down, giving him the very scar that you were now tracing with utter love and reverence. 

You were something special, he knew that, it was why he chose you but seeing you in action that night, how you didn’t give up? Witnessing the change in you, the one that he set in motion, it was indescribable, it was everything he had ever hoped and dreamt of as he watched you. He remembered the sight of you looming over him, haloed by the moon as you held his weapon you had just ripped from his torso, dripping crimson in your trembling fist as you stared down at him, more rage and fury than he had ever seen in anyone’s gaze, before or since as you said to him, “Fuck you, Vernon.” 

He thought he loved you before that moment. He thought he loved you months before that but no, that moment right there he realised what true love was. It was you with dirt under your fingernails from when he dragged you closer, it was you running towards him unafraid and symbolic weapon in your grasp, it was you painted with blood, it was you, you, you. 

He had to stitch himself up that night and he enjoyed every stab of pain and pass of thread as he did and the entire healing process too. It scarred beautifully. A memento of your first night together, when the real change happened, when you started to feel so intensely for him, he saw it in your eyes, saw it happen, the confusion, the trepidation, the awareness that you shouldn’t feel what you did for him, the anger. 

It was all so much. 

He loved this scar, adored what it meant and represented for both of you, of your journey and his, where you were now, your relationship, this scar was a representation of it all and it meant more to him than any other mark on his body. It was more important than any possession he had, the first thing you ever gifted to him and a gift that could never be taken away or stolen by anyone. One of a kind and all his.

So to have you here, worshipping his body, worshipping it, seeing a similar amount of depth and meaning in your eyes that said you understood? 

He was weak, so smitten and so taken and so in love with you. It felt amazing, from a mental, emotional, spiritual and yes, a physical standpoint. He knew what you were doing now, he knew you were exploiting his weak spots, he knew you were trying to gain the upper hand but it felt so fucking good that he gave in.

It reminded him of that night, you dominating, being in control, and fuck, he liked it, he liked it far too much. 

He briefly wonders why this hadn’t happened sooner, his body going slack below you, melting into the mattress. One of your hands found him achingly hard through his pyjama pants, palming him as he breathed into existence his one current thought and want, “Please, don’t stop.”

[wren-of-the-woods]

i beg your pardon, dear lady, but i was wondering if you might recommend any poly! yen x geralt x jask fics? <3 love your blog!

Hello, dear anon!! Thank you for such a kind message!

As I'm reasonably new to the Geraskefer pairing, I don't have too many fics bookmarked. That being said, I have found some really excellent stories!

independent people by @peaktotheocean 36k, rated T Modern AU. Jaskier accidentally starts casually dating Geralt and Yennefer (who are divorced) at the same time. It takes a very long time for anyone to realize this.

champagne problems by @yoursummerfrost Rated T, 11k Modern AU. When Jaskier finds out that his ex-boyfriend is getting married, he convinces Yennefer to help him stage a fake proposal so he can ruin the wedding. There's just one problem: it turns out they both know the caterer.

Petty Bards and Witty Witches (Will be the death of us all) by Rlybro Rated T, 4k Canonverse, set around and after season 2. Soft moments between Jaskier and Yennefer where they contemplate about what they'd do if they ever see Geralt again vs What Actually Happened.

hold me together and give me a reason by @witchersgoldenbard Rated M, 3k Canonverse, post-season 2. After losing nearly everything, Jaskier falls apart alone in a room in Kaer Morhen. It takes a sorceress and a witcher both to put him back together again.

Private Performance by fabrega Rated G, 2k Canonverse, post-season 2. Yennefer asks Jaskier to play Burn Butcher Burn for Geralt.

Since I didn't have very many suggestions of my own, I also asked the wonderful Geraskefer shipper @yellow-feathered-faerie for her recs! I haven't read all of them yet, but they look absolutely amazing and I'm absolutely going to be going through them in the next few days. The descriptions are hers, with minor edits!

Rumor Has It by @cardamomdaydream Rated T, 2k A modern AU where the teacher's as Ciri's school are trying to work out exactly who her parents are (and fail to see that all three of the very hot people seen dropping her off are, in fact, counted).

even in jest, or as an afterthought by @andfollowthesun Rated T, 10k Another modern AU where Yenn, Jask and Geralt went to Uni together but eventually fell apart and how they get back together. It's been a while since I read this one but I remember it being very good.

for she had done mischief by @whatkindofnameisvolta Rated T, 43k An AU where Jaskier ends up with a demigod child and Yenn and Geralt end up in Lettenhove with Ciri and they are all forcibly adopted into Jaskier's family (and they attempt to set him up with both Yenn and Geralt).

Stuck In The Middle With You by @j-pankratz Rated M, 16k Another modern AU (I have a bit of a thing for them) which is also a bit of a canon rewritten into this au - I recall this one being quite a nice light read.

The First Annual Family of Promise Roadtrip by corasangloria and @icannotreadcursive Rated T, 16k This is (yet another) modern AU with established Geraskefer (romantic and platonic and a bit jumbled) meeting Ciri for the first time and going on holiday - I remember this one as being quite funny in places and handling emotions and stuff really well.

A Good Few Verses by reena_jenkins and sospes Rated E, 74k A bit more Yennskier than Geraskefer but there's honestly enough Geralt mentioned that I think it should count - and I loved it too much not to recommend. There was lots of pining and enemies to friends to lovers and I read it pretty much in one sitting (I went to bed quite late).

I'm also going to take this opportunity to showcase this wonderful reclist by @imsupposedtobewriting! It has so many good fics including some Geraskefer (that's how I found independant people) and I highly reccomend it.

Also, I have a Geraskefer fic of my own drafted that should be posted on the 11th! There may also be more on its way, depending on how much the plot bunnies fight me, so watch this space ;)

That's all I have for you! I hope you enjoy these, darling anon <3

[lollybliz]

*coughs* I can't speak for everyone but I do it as a compliment to the author. As I understand it, authors do not get a notification when someone bookmarks their work, but they DO get subscriber notifications? I think? Anyway the idea is like. A kudos is a high five slap on the back good job thanks for sharing, a comment, when I have the spoons and im not scared of doing it wrong, is the same but using my words jfjdjsks and subscribing all of the above PLUS pinning it to your fridge. I use my bookmarks to sort, so a lot of the commentary in a bookmark if there's any at all is just extra tags so I can find things in my nearly 2k mess, like oneshot short oneshot multichapter long multichapter and so on. Not fun for an author lol but subscriptions are meant to be flattering.

To be completely transparent though I'm not 100% sure subscriptions Do send a notification, I just think they do. So the whole thing's moot if it turns out authors don't get emails for that kind of thing.

this is random but i’m curious, and the whole comments/kudos thing reminded me - why do people subscribe to completed works on ao3? i’ve seen it before, and i never really understood the reasoning

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A misclick? Another way to bookmark because they're using the actual bookmark function for only one set of their bookmarks? Futile hope?

[marymauk]

Fic recs: The Oldies

Early M9 my beloved; in honor of the upcoming anniversary of the Mighty Nein's finale I present to you a selection of the earliest m9 fics from my bookmarks, mostly pre-ep 26. Nearly all are wildly off canon by 2022 standards, but honestly? Still great reads.

Unfamiliar by CurrieBelle, G, 4k, January 2018

After the slaying of the Nergaliid, Fjord's unknown patron grants him a new spell. Fjord seeks help from the nearest unwashed wizard in order to master it.

Mildly widofjord, such a cute concept. And art!

the sea, take us back by vannral, T, 9k, February 2018

The sea says: You are not welcome here. This place is not for you.

Caleb Widogast fights with everything he has to get back what was once ripped from him.

I loooovee ocean mythology…. Forever obsessed with this fic. Mildly Widofjord, again. I think this is from before we knew about Trent?

the line between nothing and everything by whichlights, M, 12k, May 2018

Molly didn’t sign up for any of this. Not any of this Lucien bullshit, not any of this scrutiny, and definitely not for all these feelings.

Widomauk friends with benefits with feelings and an emphasis on genderfluid Molly. What more could you want?

Basically the cutest thing ever, basically by wristpockets, G, 1k, June 2018

Jester goes to her room early so she can draw for the Traveller. Kiri joins her.

Cuteeeee

Are We There Yet? (or: The One Where The Road Trip Had Metaphysical Implications) by eponymous_rose, T, 1k, July 2018

The Stormlord, the Traveler, and Eyeball McGee embark on a road trip to get their followers out of a jam.

That's one way of responding to ep 25… asdfshds this is so funny

twisters chasing storms by flashbackforward, T, 7k, July 2018

Molly groans behind her softly, “Really? Did you really have to—oh, alright then—,” but he doesn’t step in, and he doesn’t stop her.

“Stay down,” Beau growls, and the guy—did she ever get his name? She doesn’t think so—presses a hand to his face and swears, but doesn’t rise up off the floor.

Caleb, half-turned on the bench where Beau had been sitting a moment before, takes a slow sip of his drink. “Tonight is not the night to fuck with us, friend,” he says.

…An alternative response to ep 25.

you changed the melody every time by QueenWithABeeThrone, T, 2k, July 2018

Kashaw looks down at his son’s sightless red eyes, the gaping wound in his chest. He’s going to find the fucker who did this, and he’s going to—well, he’s going to let his boy have a go at them before he does. But first he’s got to bring him back.

Ep 26 fix-it fic that dares to ask: What if Lucien had a high level cleric dad on speed dial?

[not-poignant]

@maybemalapert replied to your post “Saw your recent post about fic length and I got...”:

i am so the opposite, i always look for the longest fic XD. (i think that may have been how i found you in the first place, probably something like search tag bdsm and then sort by length descending (all fandoms). xD (otoh, i'm always like, if your chapters are shorter than 2k, that fic can't be good - which is... untrue since i have read several with chapters shorter than 1k even, but i usually autoscroll past those)

​Tbh same re: shorter chapters!

I've been looking at cross-posting some content to Wattpad and when I saw that like 1-3k is the recommended chapter length due to 'reader concentration' I nearly laughed. I generally get really frustrated with any chapters that are under 2k, and I often can't follow those stories if they're not complete. There are some exceptions, but they're rare, so they've also been in my autoscroll category! AO3 is definitely a different category of reader with a hell of a lot more staying power with chapter length.

I do like long fics, just not the longest ones generally. About 80-200k is the sweet spot, though I'll also consider series and stuff. There's always exceptions, but if I see that something is 6 chapters and it's only 3k in total length, that's an automatic pass from me unless the tags are somehow the most perfect combination on the planet. But the majority of the time, I also just don't enjoy those fics, pressing 'next chapter' every 500-1k~ words is very jarring. I don't think I have anything like that bookmarked in my 1k bookmarks, tbh.

(It's going to make Wattpad interesting though, since it means I have to break up all of my chapters, sometimes more than once. Around 3.5-6k is where I'm most comfortable for chapter length these days, and I don't plan on changing that, it's never done me dirty on AO3 lmao).

I am just a fussy reader, but thankfully AO3 matches that pretty well. :D

[chaoslynx]

Do you have any recent fic recs? I read all of your stuff and the ones on your pinned post:)

Aaaahh I haven't updated the recs part of my rec list in ages! I'm so sorry. I don't read nearly as much fic as I used to, except from my favorite authors, but here are some recent faves! I'll add these to my pinned post, too.

post-canon fix-its

Take a beating. Now internalize it. by Honeyvalentine (@hearteiji) (3k): Ash breaks a glass in front of Max in the middle of the night, and expects repercussions that don't come.

a home out of hip bones by ac0rns (2k): Ash has a dissociative episode on the subway, long after Dino's death. Eiji helps him through it.

AUs

how to plant flowers, and why by Honeyvalentine (ongoing, 9k): Honey just started posting this one, and I'm super excited for it! She's been sending me snippets for a while. Flower shop AU where Ash is a university dropout, and Eiji is a student athlete who just lost his ability to compete.

brandishing your cavendish, yellow and white by planetesimalwords (@planetesimalwords) (ongoing, 29k): University AU where Ash learns important lessons outside of class as much as in.

Found In Translation by TurnUps (@turnupswritessometimes) (4k): Short soulmate AU oneshot. Ash needs a translation for the name that appeared on his skin. Guess who he asks?

canon-compliant

Drugstore Cowboy by suffragettecity (2k): Pre-canon, Shorter and Ash plan to buy a gun and Shorter contemplates on how he knows Ash got the money.

Till time end bodies, but souls none. by meryzepam (3k): Cape Cod. Ash reflects on the memories that his childhood bedroom bring, and how tainted it feels now.

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I know that's not a lot, but I really only keep up with my favorite fic authors in the last several months, and have been focusing more on writing, or on reading traditionally published stuff. I do highly recommend just about everything I've read by Honeyvalentine, ADreamingSongbird, and Quintessence though.

You're also welcome to check out my ao3 bookmarks, all of which are public! I wouldn't say that all of these are necessarily favorites, but I bookmark anything I think I might want to read again for any reason.

I haven't been following the Banana Fish ao3 fandom tag recently, and have only been reading fics by rec or from authors I'm subscribed to. So I'm sure there's a bunch of great stuff out there that I haven't seen yet! I have some stuff on my to-read list right now ...

[fuckyeahmoriharu]

In This Corner

In This Corner | MoriHaru | SFW | 2k word count Love can begin in the most unlikely of places but stranger still, it can flourish in a place long forgotten. Now in university Takashi and Haruhi choose to meet where the light doesn't reach, where students never wander, where dust collects and book spines age in shadow. Sweet kisses, honest smiles, and requited feelings thrive in this corner.

Light was sparse in this corner of the grand library, one of few dark corners hidden far between the elegantly arranged shelves of texts and literature. Social couches, well lit tables, and an inviting floral atmosphere with potted plants and flower vines hanging from painted ceilings centered the library where students would normally gather for quiet study. The thick aisles of books mazed throughout the space leaving little welcome within its far shadows.

However, in this dim corner tucked away behind the oldest shelving in philosophy of law, where the nearest window faced a moss covered concrete wall and towering bookshelves walled them into the shadows, was where they found their solace.

Satchels placed against the wall, textbooks and notebooks opened to corresponding pages, and a blanket to soften the dusty carpet, set underneath the one ray of light that snuck past its many obstacles. It was their little corner of peace, of quiet, of earthy cologne and strawberry spritz.

They had claimed this corner for themselves, seeing it as all but abandoned by their university populace. No one cared to stroll though the law section of the library since most of the books shelved here were outdated and no longer required in class, skeletons of education’s past.

It was perfect for them, a quaint space in the universe held only for them, a haven they could step into and step out from the stressful responsibilities of being university students on the brink of graduation and just beginning.

Haruhi absentmindedly bit her bottom lip as she read over the same worded question, trying to make sense of what it asked her. A black compound notebook sprawled across her lap, balancing on her crooked knees, with her pen held in a lazy grip while she tapped it’s end on the paper’s edge.

She felt his weight shift beside her, inching closer to peer over her shoulder. He sat relaxed with one arm perched on a bent knee and the other slung over her shoulders, his long fingers gingerly tracing her goosed skin.

“In case of any misstatement in the prospectus, the persons liable are; promoters, directors, or experts,” Haruhi read out loud, pausing her methodic tapping, “I don’t understand what it’s asking me.”

Takashi leaned a little closer, barely brushing his lips against her ear, not seeing the blush creeping up her neck at the feel of his skin, and mouthed the words as he silently read them.

“What do you not understand?” He asked, his breath carrying remnants of his earlier chai brushing her flushed face.

Haruhi leaned into his closeness, letting her cheek find a curve in his side beneath his tented arm, and sighed, “It feels like a trick question because all the answers are right, yet there’s no option for multiple choice. It’s like I have to choose one of the right answers.”

Takashi nodded, having to agree. The correct answer would be to choose them all but unfortunately there wasn’t the option. He thought whoever wrote out the textbook assignment had forgotten this one crucial detail.

Haruhi gripped her pencil and began to write in the white space between the question and answer options. Her fist blocked his view until she was done and moved her hand away. There in small lettering she wrote; answer not available, all of the above.

Takashi smiled and rubbed her arm approvingly while she bookmarked her notebook before closing it and returning her pencil to the side pocket of her satchel.

“You’re done for the day?” He asked her, raising an eyebrow as he watched her work to pack everything up. His own textbooks lay beside him on the floor, stacked in volume order. He always brought his old textbooks in the rare case she needed to look something up, which has happened four times already. They were bulky, heavy, cumbersome, but he still chose to bring them every time they met to study. The strong kendoist didn’t mind, he’d carry an entire library on his back if it meant to see her again.

Haruhi nodded, her back turned to him while she organized the space in her satchel, “I’m pretty tired after today so I don’t have a lot of brain power to push through the last set of problems. I’ll finish them after a nap.”

Takashi grunted in response, not needing to say more than his acknowledgement. University demanded more than their astute intelligence. For Haruhi to keep her scholarship for Ouran University she’d have to continue her striving efforts to remain at the top of her classes. Although her friends were more than willing to offer their own money toward her education to relieve her of such liability, her commoner pride wouldn’t allow herself to fall back into their debts. She had already learned that lesson once.

“Oh!” Haruhi nearly jumped as she suddenly sat up, remembering a very important detail to their afternoon. She twisted herself around to face her startled boyfriend, for a moment finding his jarred expression humorous. She beamed triumphantly, “I got a question right.”

Takashi relaxed into a soft smile and nodded. She had chosen the right answer, although it hadn’t been listed for her to choose.

She twisted herself around to face Takashi again, her knee brought against the wall as she scooted from her satchel. Takashi didn’t have to move, only to wait for her to still herself, until she was comfortably sitting in front of him.

The dim light in their corner allowed enough for reading their textbooks, nothing more than hazy sunlight filtering between oak and stone. However, as Haruhi sat in front of Takashi, nervously rubbing her knees, her bright chocolate eyes still shone as glimmering pools of honey. Her lengthening hair nicely framed her maturing features, allowing this young maiden who had once been mistaken as a boy to flourish into a beautiful young woman. She sat before him with expecting eyes, watching between his gaze and his lips, her patience beginning to wear thin as her knees ran red beneath her palms.

Takashi allowed a smirk as he bent over, glancing from her pools of honey to her soft lips beginning to purse. He couldn’t deny her just rewards after getting a correct answer. She was driven enough to take her assignments seriously but his minor incentive helped soothe the headache of fussing over strongly worded questions and mathematical equations that eventually blended into blurs. A sweet kiss for every correct question, promptly delivered after she’s finished scribbling in her notebook.

His lips met hers, gently pressing soft skin against the shine of cherry chapstick. A slight shift enough to snare her bottom lip coaxed a humorous moan from her throat.

He pulled back, fixated on her satisfied half-lidded eyes but was stopped short when he felt her fingers tug at his university vest.

“Technically I got three answers correct.” She whispered with a conviction, darting between his stone gray eyes and his parted lips, catching a shimmer of her chapstick where he kissed her.

His smile widened as he considered her suggestion, resisting the urge to laugh at her quickwits. She would make a fine lawyer one day.

He leaned forward and replaced his lips against hers, pressing in his adoration and reverence for his keen girlfriend. She never failed to surprise him with her canny observations, sometimes her remarks even making him uncharastically burst out laughing.

She liked his laugh, as she had said many times before, stating his baritone carried it well.

He placed fleeting kisses as she moved to keep pace, remaining a step ahead amidst her following his rhythm. One kiss, two, three, four, five, losing himself in the familiar high that was Haruhi Fujioka kissing him back until he knew he’d given more than he’d needed to. His hand lifted from its perch on the floor to find her chin, moving his fingers to cradle her blushed cheeks and feeling her smile within his calloused palm, swatting away the modesty tugging at his propriety because frankly he didn’t give a damn.

In this corner of the library, where only flies happened to cross, their privacy was held safe behind dusty bookshelves and unflattering windowed views. Where light seemed scarce compared to the brightly jovial center filled with lively hushed chatter and foliage bringing the beauty of nature indoors. Where students wisely chose to congregate.

In this corner of the library a rare beauty pulsed to life, growing with strength and solidity with every kiss, every smile, every quiet laugh, and every ruffling of hair as they could manage to fit into one evening. A flickering flame; fragile as the single ray of sunshine that caught the golden stars scattered throughout her chocolate eyes yet strong as the Morinozuka’s undying loyalty that forever coursed through their veins.

In this corner of the library, where dust collected under the shadows of long forgotten shelves filled with outdated books, where the skylights and fluorescents barely skimmed this corner so out of reach, where no one cared to walk through for there was nothing for them to find, this was where true love in its purest form grew. Like a spring sapling, roots forged in their days of the host club and grabbing purchase amidst fond memories and secret feelings.

At first they dug their heels into their friendship, unwilling - or too afraid - to dare cross the line that tempted them with every shared strawberry and gracious head pat. However, like every young sapling, the seeds that were planted needed time to grow, to strengthen its foundation before it could bear fruit.

Haruhi pulled away, dragging Takashi on a kiss’s tail, and flattened her palms against his chest. The sun would set soon, what little light they had would fade, and she began to feel the lull of much needed sleep. Kisses always tasted sweeter at the edge of conclusion.

Takashi caught his breath as he slowly retreated, pressing his forehead to hers to keep her close. His fingers lazily traced her face while his hand fell away, releasing her from his intimate hold. A part of him never wanted to let go, to forever keep her safely tucked inside his palms. To have and to hold…

Haruhi folded the blanket while Takashi situated both their satchels on his left shoulders and his pile of heavy textbooks with the crook of his right arm. No matter her protests he insisted on relieving the burden, allowing her to carry the blanket on what she considered an unfair compromise. He had to smile upon seeing her captious glare comparing their differing loads but she chose not to speak on it. At least this time.

Together they left their corner, skirting around study groups hunched over tables and freelance vines nearly touching the floor. Bright skylights and lively whispers, a refreshing ambiance far contrasting where they had spent their last hour. However their tired smiles held no regret, content with returning the next day.

Takashi held the heavy oak door open for Haruhi, keeping it open for a group of young seniors entering the library just as they left; nodding their appreciation as they walked beneath his arched arm. He rejoined Haruhi’s side in the marbled hallway and together headed toward the nearest exit. Takashi’s apartment was closer than Haruhi’s dormitory this way but he insisted on walking her back, arguing her safety was more important than his convenience.

Haruhi checked his hold on the satchels and textbooks, searching for signs of struggle as she normally unconsciously did each time they left together. Takashi knew to treat it as her courtesy. She seemed to forget he’d spent the larger portion of his life in his family dojo.

Haruhi broke the minute silence blanketing their clacking steps, “I’m not very tired anymore.”

Takashi looked down, meeting her gaze and immediately seeing the tell-tale signs of exhaustion in her relaxing features. An arched eyebrow begged the question she knew he’d ask.

Haruhi shrugged, breaking eye contact to check their surroundings, “I’m just saying I don’t need a nap anymore. I guess I just needed to stretch my legs.”

Takashi jostled the satchels further onto his shoulder and allowed a smile to betray his skepticism, unable to hide his relief in their evening far from ending, “Mitsukuni brought back uji tea from his visit in Kyoto. He gave me a bag. It’s at my apartment.”

“At your apartment?” Haruhi didn’t need to ask, already knowing his answer before she finished speaking.

Takashi nodded with an affirming grunt, neither hiding his enthusiasm. He learned to cherish every moment with her when in high school he had to share her among friends and eager suitors alike. As the years passed those suitors slowly fell away at her kind rejections until Takashi was the last one standing among them. Until one day he realized he had gained her undivided attention just as she had stolen his many tears ago.

Haruhi turned to meet stone gray eyes that seeped into oblivion, the deepest shade of requited love, and smiled, “Tea sounds lovely.”

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hiii, i love ur fic recs so much and i rlly want to ask if u know any similar fics to the strawberry milk fanfic? like the softness and the love and like almost soulmate-y vibe to it. it's so fluffy and cute and i went through all of ur fic rec categories similar to what im looking for and i love all of them so i was wondering if u had some more!! dont mind if they're a/b/o either- i loved them aswell

Hmmmm.... That’s sort of a tough one because there are some super specific aspects of that fic that I don’t think I’ve read elsewhere (or, at least, not done as well). I think what I can suggest are a collection of fics that are soft and gentle, with sort of a soulmate vibe... and hope that these work for you!

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by flowercrownfemme / @lesbianiconharrystyles (E, 26K) I loved everything about this fic, from the setting to the characterizations to the slow way Harry discovers himself and how Louis supports everything about him. It’s just beautifully written and wonderfully moving.

heart-shaped bruises by moonshinelouis (M, 2K) This was so sweet and touching and tender. I love reading Louis supporting Harry, encouraging him to paint his nails and be who he is, and reminding him that he loves him in every way.

we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface (M, 43K) This was just a really unique and beautiful story about loss, grief, and learning how to open up to someone.

A Slow and Steady Rush by godots (E, 12K) I really enjoyed how this one was almost all internal monologue and how the slow build up led to a sweet and awkward first time for them. Just really nicely written.

An Invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies (E, 45K) This one is mine, but you might like it. I think it’s got that vibe you’re looking for (although there’s some angst... but a very happy ending). 

we can take the long road home by @pinkcords (E, 46K) This was absolutely gorgeous. And it made me cry, damn it. Seriously though, the writing is so beautiful and I just loved how wonderfully they wrote the two of them––their vulnerability, the slow way they fell into each other, the passion (so hot). And all the lovely details––I felt like I was there with them, in the sweltering heat and the shitty motels and exploring the beauty of the coast. I loved everything about this. 

Under the Hide of Me by Blake (E, 3K) This fic is honestly just beautiful. There are so many sentences in it that just make my heart break and then soar. And it says so much in such a few thousand words. I could read it over and over.

all my love was down in a frozen ground by navigator (E, 16K) This is an old one that I didn’t have bookmarked for some reason. But it’s a favorite and I love everything this author wrote. This is one of those quiet, soft fics with a bit of angst and a lot of internal monologue and gentle conversations. I don’t know, there’s something so touching about it.

Tired Tired Sea by mediawhore / @mediawhorefics (M, 113K) Always a favorite author, this one is beautifully descriptive and moody and charming. I was anxiously waiting for this one from the first drabbles I saw on Tumblr. I loved the way Harry’s character unfolded and let Louis in, the way Louis made space for him in his life (and heart), and the way Harry’s character struggled with and eventually found a way to live and be happy with his fame.

Caught By the Sun by metal_eye / @metal-eye (M, 19K) Sometimes you just stumble on a fic that moves you deeply and makes you feel a lot and sits with you after you’ve finished it. This was one of those fics for me. It’s beautifully written in a quiet, poetic way. It’s thoughtful, and intimate, and full of memories that are both melancholy and beautiful in all the right ways and at all the right times. And it’s a fic that’s not been read nearly enough.

we can take the long way home by eleadore (E, 27K) You mentioned ABO and, while this isn’t actually ABO, it’s a canon divergent future fic where Louis is a “carrier”. It’s beautifully written (like everything this author does), so well-paced, and I just find the way their relationship is written to be so touching and realistic.

Some Clear Jellyfish Don't Sting by gloria_andrews / @gloriaandrews (E, 32K) This one is a such a beautiful portrayal of summer love with some pining thrown in to make the resolution that much sweeter. And yes, it made me teary.

A Red-Dusted Planet by onewasturning (E, 38K) Hey look! Another fic by this author. Can you tell I love their writing? It’s all SO GOOD! This one is so dreamy and sexy and this is one of those fics where the the smut (especially in the final scenes) is so emotional and revealing and I just really love this fic. 

Make Your Words A Weapon by @helloamhere (E, 36K) I love everything this author writes. This one just really hit me hard for whatever reason. Maybe it’s the way they explore Louis’ anxiety and coping mechanisms and pain and the way he pushes people away and protects himself, but also wants someone to push back just a bit and love him despite all of that. And the way Harry is the perfect foil for all of it, while also feeling like a fully developed character himself. Yeah, it’s probably all of that. Plus soul marks!

little black dress (it's all right) by istajmaal (E, 8K) I think this might have been one of the very first genderfluid Harry fics I read; this author was ahead of their time way back in 2013. It’s so sexy and incredibly gentle and tender and I just love the way they write.

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 (NR, 209K) this fic will run you through the wringer, so I wouldn’t say it’s “soft”, but it’s really a great read. I really like the way the author took the boys from enemies to friends to boyfriends, and how we got to see how protective and supportive Louis became towards Harry.

In Dreams by dolce_piccante (M, 24K) This actually might be my favorite of this author’s fics, although I know it’s definitely not the most popular. It’s just soft and romantic and sweet and I’m a sucker for tattoo artist Louis winning over slightly uptight Harry.

and here’s the one you mention: strawberry milk series by wankerville (E, 158K, 3-part series) 

“So here's the thing,” he starts. “I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?” Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, “And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like.” or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him