#but please PLEASE send me more recs

[spirkme915]

spirk fics i've read recently(ish) and loved

My Heart to Your Heart by greenforsnow @m-b-w - TOS - need a gentle fic? this is it. softness pervades every syllable of this fic!

Through the Wall by Sexy_Lil_Emo - AOS - a fic inspired by nsfw fanart. who needs plot with that?

Malfunction by Maeko - AOS - a nice, short nightcap when you need something sweet to read before bed

Impulse (or, Three Kisses) by decidedlynotheterosexual @decidedly-not-heterosexual - TOS - spock loses control but in the *sweetest* way and they talk about it like adults and this is just soothing and nice

The Proposal by TheKittyCorps @contrascene - AOS - spirk version of "the proposal." laugh out loud funny in parts (yes, hijinks included)

Heirs to the Glimmering World by gunstreet @gunstreet - SNW/TOS - sybok, michael, and sam conspire to get their brothers together!! siblings! tentative first meetings! sex!

De Profundis by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) - TOS - tmp-era spirk. spock knows he fucked up so he's gonna woo jim

The Kiss by awarrington - TOS - there are some super dated things in this fic (it was originally written in 1994) but this is one of the best i've read dealing with jim coming to terms with his bisexuality and attraction to spock. def don't read if you can't or don't want to take it in context of its time. if you can/have the emotional bandwidth to, then it's well worth it

On the Arrow by Fic_me_senseless - AOS - post-into darkness, heavy read, so much longing, and pain, and it makes you ache in the best way

i'm also in a "watch beyond on repeat phase" so here are my favorite post-beyond fics:

The Steadfastness of Stars by itsnatalie - AOS - this fic. THIS FIC. i was only going to read one paragraph, really. i skipped work, read the whole thing, and now this is in my top five spirk fics

in my life, i love you more by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) - AOS - idek how many times i've read this now. i watch beyond, i read this fic. if they never make a fourth movie, this will be my canon

And Then I Let It Go by kianspo - AOS - yorktown happens, spock goes missing, jim goes after him. this could so be canon too

on the complete opposite side of post-beyond angst is two (YES TWO, we are so blessed!) "spock makes jim coffee" fics that will both make you smile and feel warm all over:

Home in a Mug by Lizzy0305

certainty relief by itsamew @enterprise-me-capn

and (because i can never quite seem to keep these lists solely focused on spirk) one AOS mckirk fic:

retro/spect by slightlycrunchy @slightlycrunchy - best friends to lovers anyone? this is just so so so lovely!

[lululawrence]

You Should Be Here With Me

A 2024 Advent Fic by lululawrence

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 34k | 26 Chapters

The festive period is a traditionally hectic one in the world of Premier League football, and this year is no different. A lot is riding on how Manchester United is able to come through the fixtures in the coming weeks.

Louis and his teammates know all too well the pressure that is on their shoulders. They need to prove, not just to fans of the club but the entire league, that they still have what it takes to be a team worthy of fighting for the top of the table.

Throw in the fact that Louis is all too aware that he's not getting any younger in a profession that demands your peak physical fitness year round and the incredibly fit Harry Styles, who is part of the club's social media team, and this year's festive period might just be the most important one yet.

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[leclerity]

stupid gets you killed

Charles Leclerc x Girlfriend!Reader count: 1.1k words summary: Charles and you have an emotional conversation after his reckless driving at a race. a/n: a short but angsty one, with a happy ending!

It could’ve been the end.

The way it felt, it almost was.

You watch as the red of the Ferrari and the green of the Aston Martin come close, inches apart, with Stroll nearly putting it in the back of your boyfriend’s car. Everyone around you gasps and for a split second, you see them touch and Charles’s car fly off into the grandstands – but that doesn’t happen. They don’t touch. Charles drives away unscathed, though you know that won’t be the end of it.

“That was too close,” says Arthur, shaking his head at the screen.

“He won’t like this too much,” you say and grab a pair of headphones lying around, listening in.

Everything is okay with the car, Bryan Bozzi says.

That was not okay! Charles screams. Who does he think he is?! Driving like an idiot… He should know better!

Keep your head calm, you’ve got forty laps to go.

You take off the headphones and tell Arthur what you just overheard. He shakes his head again, but you both know there’s nothing the two of you can do about it. Charles has been under pressure, ready to burst at any given moment, running second in the championship with maybe—maybe—a chance at something more. Anything that threatens it… Well, it throws him off.

You’re just waiting for the moment it happens.

The race keeps running, you listen in to the radio every so often, and his complaints and agitation are getting more obvious. He’s driving riskier, not caring enough about tyre management, and there’s a few moments when his car gets a little too close to another car.

He finishes in fourth. It’s not where he wanted to be but it’s better than out of the race, you tell yourself. There was a few moments where you held your breath, waiting to see if the anger is going to slip into careless mistakes, and it made you angry. Your boyfriend is better than this.

When he finishes the race, you run straight into his arms. “You did so well! I’m proud of you.”

“I could’ve done better,” he says.

“I know,” you say, and kiss him again. “Next time.”

Charles kisses you, too, before going to speak to others in the garage, keeping one eye on you at all times. You know he’s being hard on himself, but you see his clenched jaw, sunken shoulders, and you know this is going to be a tougher one than usual.

He’s in your orbit the most of the evening, glancing at you even when he’s in the media pen. You can hear some of the questions he’s being asked and a lot of them are about the incident and about his dangerous driving he nearly got a penalty for, and you can already hear the regret in his voice. He looks at you every time it comes up, as if he already knows how much it upset you.

At your side, Arthur gives you a nudge. “Are you going to talk some sense into him when you’re back at the hotel?”

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.”

“That was scary.”

You nod. “Too scary. I get the pressure and all, but…”

“Yeah,” Arthur says, “I don’t want to feel like I might lose my brother because he’s being angry and stupid.”

When you get home, you get dinner – he does the perfunctory celebrations and goes back to the hotel, where you’re waiting with him with your guys’ favourite takeaway. He had some time to hang out with the other drivers and now it’s time to hang out with you… But not before you give him a piece of mind.

He knows something’s wrong the moment he enters the hotel room.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you say.

He frowns. “Okay. You sure?”

You give him a long look.

Charles sits down next to you, looking exhausted but ready to devour the food – but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits with his elbows on his knees, hands held together. “It’s the race.”

“Mhm.”

“That’s why you’re giving me attitude.”

“Mhm.”

“Is it because of the Stroll incident?”

You shake your head. He should know better and he does, it will just take him a moment.

He sighs and leans into the couch, a defeated look on his face. “I should’ve handled it better, right?”

“Yeah.” You put a hand on his thigh. “Driving like that, Charles… You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“I would’ve been fine.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Babe—”

“Don’t babe me,” you say, shaking your head. “You got angry and…. Anger makes you stupid. Stupid gets you killed.”

Charles opens his mouth and closes it, knowing fair well that there’s nothing he could say in his defence that would make you change your mind. He sees it all on your face, you know it – the terror you’d gone through waiting to see if his anger will make him slip up, make a mistake; the threat of losing him.

He takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it, before placing it on his chest, right where his heart is. “Y/N,” he says, gently. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me.”

“I just… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know.”

“It frightens me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I just—The thought of you—”

“I know. C’mere.”

Charles gives your hand a gentle tug and then your head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you warm and safe. “I’m sorry for scaring you. My job is scary, but I shouldn’t make it any more difficult than it already is.”

He kisses the top of your head and you feel a few tears escaping down your cheeks, and he holds you even tighter.

“I’ll be less angry next time, I promise,” he whispers. “Less stupid. For you. Okay?”

You nod instead of answering, and he pulls your chin up with a gentle finger, and then he’s wiping your tears and kissing you gently, promising over and over again to never make you feel like that again – and he doesn’t.

[smallmightsupremacy]

Might i be bold and ask you for your fave bkdk fics?

Anon. Anon. I'm so sorry that I've taken forever to reply to this ask, but I hope you understand that this is one of the hardest tasks I've ever had to do I think for starters I'd recommend the 'big 3' bkdk fics. They're all popular for a reason, and if you're looking for something long and angsty, you can count on those to deliver. (Though, I will be honest here and tell you that I never finished twyutd, but from what I hear it's a super good fic!!)

As for specific recommendations, I'll try to condense my list of favorite fics wayyy down and then go on to name some authors that I love so this post doesn't go on forever So, after scrolling in a hot sweat through my bookmarks, here's the final list:

promises kept by gabstar The Night We Met by majjale

glowing skins and pleading fingers by mimisyum

All We Ever Knew by dynamics

warm hands by flowercafe

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing by maxisnotokay

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean

headliner by passengerside

As for bkdk authors, here are a few of them whose works I adore and go back to read day after day: ladyofsnails

sapphicflower

Etherealbeing

panpanicatmha

red_sneakers

comradekiwi

Happy reading anon <3

[ilikerosesalot]

truthlesssage....save me truthlesssage

[purpleqilinwrites]

like you mean it.

a/n: i just binged the whole of the wotakoi manga instead of doing adulting things, so i thought might as well get a fic in while i was at it hahaha this was what i was listening to while writing this! (link goes to spotify)

fandom: kaiju no. 8

character: hoshina soushirou

genre: fluff

info: no kaiju au; established relationship (hoshina is your childhood friend); loosely inspired by wotakoi; mentions of other fandoms (in order of appearance: final fantasy, genshin impact, hatsune miku, pokémon, enstars); mentions of real-life brands

warnings: mentions of alcohol (reader is drinking)

synopsis: you didn't fully process the words before you asked your childhood friend if he felt like falling in love with you.

word count: 1.9k

Hoshina Soushirou

"Been meanin' to ask ya," Hoshina started, placing his coffee down so that he could clasp his hands together in front of his face. The level stare he was throwing at you made you immediately bite back a groan. You knew what he was going to ask next. "Ya invited me instead of that ninny boyfriend of yours. What's goin' on?"

Your brain paused, and you could feel it in your body.

It was no small consolation that he had the thoughtfulness to ask you after the exhibition and in the privacy of his apartment. You had enough self-awareness to know that you'd find it difficult to forgive him if he tried to have a slightly uncomfortable conversation with you while you were in costume and out in public.

As a semi-prolific cosplayer, you had a reputation to uphold, and that reputation included not having a meltdown where strangers could see you and subsequently film you (and there was also the issue of getting caught on camera with your makeup running, which you hoped to avoid forever and ever. You'd never live it down if people started using your tear-stained face as a reaction meme. Sephiroth-dono forbid!).

You didn't feel like mentally retracing the scenes of that story. Hoshina had done you a solid by putting on some makeup and a costume more revealing than he preferred to dress (he has something against baring his shoulders, but he did it for you. You didn't even have to pretend to beg.), just so you could have your fun at the exhibition. He also took some good shots of you in your Kaveh cosplay during golden hour at that secret spot close to the water, which proceeded to draw a crowd of admirers (from the way their eyes lingered on his arms and the fact that they had to ask who he was dressed as, it was clear that they weren't your fellow KavehTham shippers. You weren't surprised because you had your moments of weakness too.).

The groan clawed its way back up your throat and exited your mouth as loudly as it could.

Hoshina found it in himself to guffaw at the sudden noise you made, nearly knocking the mug of still-hot coffee over when he shifted his elbows. If it had been anyone else, you wouldn't have taken it sitting down. But this was Hoshina, the person you let get away with anything and everything. And 'everything' definitely included that collector's item Hatsune Miku mug he was drinking out of. You forgot to take it with you after sleeping over to study with him years ago, and he's been using it as if you gave it to him ever since.

"Boy broke up with me," you said, finally.

The silence after his laughing fit had died down was your natural enemy. Well, one of your many natural enemies. Hoshina probably had a list somewhere in his apartment, knowing him. You couldn't take not hearing him say something or the other to fill up the gaps in conversation, and he knew it and kept this weakness of yours in his pocket to use at times like these when he wanted you to talk.

Hoshina reached out across the absurd crescent shape of his dining table (it was a hand-me-down slash moving-out gift from his brother who the two of you acknowledged as having strange interior design tastes, but Hoshina kept it because it's made of hinoki and gave his apartment a more luxurious feel), patting down your sweaty mop of hair and cooing. "Aww, he ain't worth cryin' over, right? C'mon—" You swatted his hand off your head, and he made a show of noticing the damp sheen on it before wiping his palm off on the shoulder of his equally sweaty undershirt. "—The goober'll be back before ya got a chance to miss him."

"Oh, go fuck yourself, Sou-kun," you spat, but there was no bite to your words. "Ya don't know it for sure. He was really mad this time."

The confession seemed to give him pause. He narrowed his eyes at you in the way he did when he was imitating his brother giving unsolicited brotherly advice to the two of you. You pleasantly met his gaze with your best attempt at a guileless smile, trying your best to channel eyes that held no thoughts between them. Just like your grumpy old man cat Boat—

You were about to launch yourself into the hallway and out onto the street, before you remembered that you left Boat with Ashiro-senpai for the weekend so you could cosplay and get hungover in peace. It took you four seconds to place your ass back down on the dining stool (not made of hinoki because it wasn't given to Hoshina by his brother; you know because he called you to help him haul the whole set out of a thrift store in Setagaya after dark on a school night during your university days) and take a long swig of disappointingly room-temperature Asahi Super Dry.

Unsurprisingly, Hoshina found your moment of befuddlement extremely amusing and laughed into his coffee. Miku looked like she was laughing along with him, and you scowled at the two of them over the upturned metal tab of your beer.

Silence began to settle at the table, and you were bouncing your leg incessantly as if ceaseless motion could ward it off.

Hoshina opened his mouth to speak, but you cut into the beginning of his sentence by chugging the remains of your beer as boisterously as you could. Bleh! You just hoped he had a few secret cans of any brand of beer (or sake. Hoshina's expensive taste had your whole trust!) stashed behind the ungodly tall stacks of blueberries in his fridge.

"Are ya an airport?" He sighed in a way that let you know he was disappointed. You could hear the oncoming lecture in your head even before he spoke the words into existence. He has said it before, and he was going to say it again because clearly, it didn't set in the previous times.

"The blockhead's comin' and goin' as he likes, and ya let him! If this was the first time ya wanna take him back—"

You rapped the knuckle of your index finger on the dining table. It was your turn to talk. "—I'd rather ya tell me 'bout breakin' into his place and pissin' on his new memory foam mattress instead of—"

Hoshina's frown evaporated at the suggestion of revenge, and the wrinkle between his brows completely vanished. The familiar glimmer of mischief that came aflame in his eyes prodded you to keep going, but he borrowed your tactic and gently knocked the back of his fist onto the table as a signal for you to listen. "—Wouldn't ya rather flip it over and rub yoghurt on it or somethin'? Least it wouldn't stink up the place. Ya don't drink enough water—"

Your cackle caught in your throat in a choked sound. You smacked the bottom of the can of Asahi on the table believing that it was empty, but something about the scant teaspoon or so of beer hopping out of the opening and splashing inelegantly onto the dining table broke open a dam of frenzied laughter in the two of you.

"—Can't believe ya! Pissin' on a new Tempur? Thought ya said Voltorb-kun had saved up for it."

Hoshina managed to get some words out even through the bout. Seeing him hunched over the table and slapping his hand on it in his mirth (even if it was at your ex-boyfriend's expense. Hah!) made you painfully conscious that you never had moments like these with your ex-boyfriend. The realisation deflated you, and you sagged into the backrest of the stool with a sigh.

"He did. Even got a small loan 'cause his ma's watchin' his card, ya know," you said, after mulling things over and wiping up the spilled beer with a hastily grabbed fistful of tissues in between. "I just— He's the only person I dated who didn't break up with me over bein' an otaku. It's not 'cause I think boy's special or anythin'."

Hoshina was quick to put on an exaggeratedly sour face, tongue out and all. You had every intention of hurtling out of your stool to flick at his tongue, but he stopped you when his expression turned serious all of a sudden. You promptly sat your ass back down at the same time that he asked, "If the chump ain't special, why bother?"

You sighed, letting your arms drop from your lap to hang limply at your sides. "Dunno."

"Pick someone ya actually like. Someone who'll treat ya royal," he said, pulling at the box of tissues at one point of the crescent-shaped table and diligently swiping at the spots of beer you missed earlier on. "Promise ya I'll be the first to piss on their new mattress if ya did like them and they still upset ya."

You groaned. Everything he was saying made perfect sense, which was the same as the other times you heard the whole speech. But hearing it was different than learning from it.

If you were tipsy, this conversation wouldn't have felt like sitting with a bare ass on the afternoon-warmed concrete of Hoshina's balcony where probably half a million Tokyo residents passed by on a daily basis. Half a million people who could gawk at your sad self who made sad decisions, only to run to your childhood friend's apartment to be sad.

"Don't got anyone like that. Ya know it, Sou-kun—" There were more than a hundred excuses on the tip of your tongue, but not one of them made it out.

"—Sure ya don't wanna give me try?"

Your brain stuttered, and then played the earworm that's been living there rent-free for the past few weeks since you rediscovered the song: trip, trip, bloody pink. Mad, mad, sensual red—

Sometimes your mouth was quicker than your brain, and most of those sometimes meant you got in trouble for saying the wrong thing out loud. But other times—

"—Only if ya feel like fallin' in love with me."

You've never known Hoshina to be particularly flappable, especially not in the offering of romance. He had always been the sort who attracted numerous suitors, and you had always been the sort who offered to beat them out of his personal space with a stick (you were a typical otaku who wasn't athletic, but you knew it was the sentiment behind it that mattered most to him). Not once in all the years you were by his side have you seen him go pink in the face by any flirtatious exchange (and you, unfortunately, have been subject to third-wheeling about a hundred too many) as he did at this moment with you.

"Sou-kun?"

There was a sheepish and entirely unfamiliar manner to the way Hoshina rubbed his knuckle on his nose and pretended it was nothing. You've never seen this bashful version of him before. Even his smile that you were very well-acquainted with looked new and fresh and unfairly beautiful when he wore it with rosy cheeks.

Trip, trip, bloody pink. Mad, mad, sensual red—

"—Too late for that, ain't it?"

[takaraphoenix]

Craving a specific type of fic that I thought I would find en mass, but since my searches turned up with... only a small handful...

Anyone know any post s05e09 Lies of Omission after that cursed scene where Stiles isn't believed about Donovan Sterek fics, where Derek does believe him/comforts him? Most preferably with Alpha Derek and a pack-switch.

Please leave me recs.

[tobitenkit]

alright who has winterhawk songs/playlists 🫴🫴 give em here

[fragilecapric0rnn]

CaitVi Fic Rec Roundup (Nov/Dec)

Just a few fics I've read since the brainworms have taken over! Before I start posting my own like crazy silly, thought I'd spread the love and shout out a few of my favorites! Always looking for recs as well, so if you have any please send them my way! If I read enough of them (I suspect I will) then I will do a monthly roundup!

through the valley by hyxzw (@butchhorse) [15k, one-shot, complete]

TLOU CROSSOVER FIC OF MY DREEEEEAMS. My wonderfully big-brained friend wrote this beautiful fic and I am not saying this out of bias (ok maybe a little) but it is seriously one of the best fics that I have ever read of anything EVER. A creative combination of the two universes, spot-on characterization, and captivating prose.

desktop/folder/Firelights tour footage by gillywulf [8.3k, one-shot, complete]

It's a band au! A band AU told in a vignettes from the perspective of documentarian Cait WOWZA this one straight-up altered my brain chemistry. Great characterization, hits ya in the heart and the gut in the best way!

Earned Run Average by gillywulf [1.7k, one-shot, complete]

Same writer as the band AU above. Short, sweet, and packs a punch! Created a captivating world in so few words, I want to print it out, fold it up and eat it!

Pretty little face stopped me in my tracks by moonflowery (@elizabeth-mitchells) [2.6k, one-shot, complete]

Sweet, cute, hot, in-character PWP fic HELL YEAH! I read this right after I finished the show and it was the perfect fic in that moment! In-character smut MY ULTIMATE BELOVED!!!!

count the ways by sophnyx [42k, 8/8, complete]

Modern AU, enemies to lovers where they are neighbors in the same complex WOOOOOOOOO BABY this fic is so good it got me screaming into my hands while hiding in the bathroom at work!!! Loved the characterization, i love a fic where I can hear the interaction happening in my head bc it sounds like something the character would actually say. It is one of those fics I'm going to go back to read from time to time, like comfort food! The elevator scene THE ELEVATOR SCENE. ok im cool im normal. Please read this fic.

Papercuts (Work) by Anonymous [11k, 3/?, on-going]

The Ultimatum AU. Now. Listen. This is where I reveal too much about myself, and tell you all that I love shitty reality TV. Now that that's out there, it must be said that it feels like this fic has been written for me specifically! I have watched every season of the Ultimatum since it started, its messy reality dating show, and to put these characters in that situation AND keep them in-character??? INSANE FUCKING BONKERS IM GOING COO-COO-BANANAS!!!!! I am also just a connoisseur of niche AUs love writing them love reading them and this one??? FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!!!

[theyoungeragrippina]

15 more gentlebeard fic recs!

that i have lovingly hunter/gathered for you all. may they act as sustenance for u in this drought.

they are all complete, do not feature any ongoing steddyhands, and are above 20k words.

peruse part 1 and part 2 at your leisure if you want to compare our tastes/devour more fine literature, or check out my masterlist as an ao3 collection.

happy reading!

it's what isn't in the name by @tciddaemina

41k, mature

"The first thing they see - apart from Captain Bonnet himself, all silked up and frilly and I sight in his own right - is the cat sitting primly by his ankles."

writing is top quality, the depth of understanding the author has for every character is unmatched. i have never felt so gutted to know a writer hasn't written anything else for ofmd.

clarity by @kat0nline

44k, explicit

"After an accident upends Stede and Ed's fragile new relationship, Ed fights to bring Stede back."

amnesia/memory loss fic done justice. mary continues to be the best and i love her. only note i wrote after i finished was 'screaming crying throwing up i love you author'.

you are at the top of my lungs by @ratchet

55k, explicit

"Ed has a simple life. He has a self-built, off grid, mostly self-sustaining house tucked away in the middle of a forest... the appearance of an incredibly nosy, incredibly handsome stranger three weekends in a row has him questioning every self-imposed rule he's ever set himself."

this is really a story about healing and hope and grief and love. one of my most favourite eds. this author makes me want to change my whole life, and in this case become an off grid chicken owner that grows food and has gay christmas dinners.

seven point three miles, also by @ratchet

20k (technically just under but it gets a pass because everyone should read it rn), teen and up

"Stede takes a job as a remote forest fire lookout in the summer following his divorce, with a plan to find out who he is, and what he wants his life to be. With the help of the enigmatic lookout on the other side of the forest, he ends up getting more out of the experience than he could ever have hoped."

when will this author receive their nobel prize in literature. i want to be a fire lookout now. i also want to scream and cry and maybe stare at the ceiling for five hours to process this fic. there is a reason everyone loves this fic.

fine dining by wishingonalightningbolt and sugarybowl

37k, explicit

"Edward Teach is one of the most famous chefs in the world, working under the handle Chef Blackbeard. Not one to be tied down, he does random pop-ups in all types of kitchens, and for the absurdly wealthy, he caters special events. Stede Bonnet wants to throw the best engagement party ever for his ex-wife and best friend, Mary. His assistant recommends the extravagant work of Chef Blackbeard."

my notes just say: 'ed is a chef and stede is a cute guy and they are cute together' and i think that is a pretty good summary tbh.

Old Bae Season by nomadsland

57k, explicit

"Ed picks Stede up at a bar for what ought to be a one-night stand, but it turns out they're attending the same academic conference the next day."

they are scientists and stede experiences self discovery. crab door knockers as a symbol of love. i love this fic because it made me smile so much (and want to get my life together, weirdly).

Vitalis by jfc_anna

29k, explicit

"Crown Prince Stede Bonnet. Reserved, anxious, and newly arranged to be married. A child is expected. Though, with the Prince’s lack of experience, is also highly unlikely. There are murmurs of an educator of sorts amongst the nobility, with raven hair and eyes like fire, who has been the cure of impotence and disagreeable attitudes. He has been called many names, whispered behind hands or between cracks in doors. Siren. Kraken. Devourer of Love."

short and sweet and so different from most other things i've read in this fandom. lots of flirting and pining and copious amounts of seduction.

all that might happen is here somehow by @sungmee

27k, teen

"Stede gets caught in a time loop at the moment where Badminton tries to shoot him."

i put off reading this because i thought i wasn't super keen on time loop fics. i was wrong. this is charming, and a little bit heartbreaking, and VERY well written, and i loved every word. don't make my mistakes. read this rn.

turn on the light by smallestchurch

55k, explicit

"Lighthouse Bookshop had been there seemingly since time immemorial. Over forty years at that spot, sitting proud, a beacon at the heart of the community, and when the old owner decides to sell, it's the perfect vessel for Stede's odd restlessness. And the building is connected to a famous cocktail bar run by a mad genius behind the stick."

smiling through my tears rn. i was so absorbed that the end of the fic came up on me like a jumpscare. stede and ed continue to be posterboys for maladaptive coping mechanisms. books & cocktails & outrageous flirting.

our tesco means death by @stedesparasol

21k, general

"Determined to prove he can earn a living without his family's wealth, Stede applies for a job at the UK's biggest retailer (probably). Hmm, I wonder who his supervisor will be... surely not a handsome bearded man sick of the retail grind until Stede joins his workplace and makes things interesting..."

so unserious and so funny. fuckin' brilliant. made me genuinely laugh out loud so much that my dad asked if i was okay.

Queen Anne’s Renovations and Remodelling by bythedamned

32k, mature

"Ed didn't know why Stede’s house had a room sealed off. Two decades gone, filled with the creation and destruction of things they'd never shared with each other, and Ed no longer had reading privileges to the Book of Stede. So he's left to wonder - what's in the room? Why is the door plastered over? And why does Ed remember kissing Stede on a make-believe ship they’d invented as kids?"

thank u sm to @okayestokapi for the rec!! i love the sort of magical-mystery vibe this carries the whole way through & the conclusion was so charming and clever. heaps of fun.

help me to find peace (tell me you're okay) by @percyjacksonfan3

38k, general

"Stede and the crew come to find Ed and make things right. Turns out Ed is doing the same".

i am simply a sucker for a good post s1 reunion fic, and this is up there with the best. it flows really well, the characterisation is so good, and it felt like such a natural continuation of the s1 story and character arcs!!

Invisible String by @dimplyowl

48k, mature

"Scourge of the Caribbean" has been Stede's favorite book series since he was 12 years old. Now, age 47, divorced, and an aspiring author, he turns back to the series to draw inspiration from the familiar story. But as he starts reading, he realizes that something is different. Blackbeard, the main character, is apathetic and depressed, and the story has changed. Even stranger still, Stede seems to be the only one aware that this change has occurred."

more magic realism!!!!! this is so much fun and such a clever idea (plus such clever execution)! lots of flirting and stede being flustered and cute dates.

The Lion, the Witch and the Auxiliary Wardrobe by @xoxoemynn

21k, explicit

"Edward "Blackbeard" Teach's foolproof strategy to get over devastating heartbreak: 1) bring a witch aboard the ship 2) get trapped in an auxiliary wardrobe with the man who broke your heart 3) well, you'll have to read to find out."

in this house we read everything em writes because it is all brilliant and hilarious, and this is no different. its silly and fun and still tender and sweet, and ed & stede get to be just as embarrassing as they deserve (also there is a currently updating work by the same author u should look at too - take it as an unofficial rec).

Due North by surprise pink (+ gorgeously illustrated by @sungmee who appeared earlier on this list!!!!!!)

28k, mature

"Burnt out from his corporate job and his miserable marriage, Stede takes a seaside vacation where he meets Ed, an artist who takes inspiration from strange dreams that feel like memories. A museum exhibit about Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate brings them together, but it doesn't feel like the first time they've met."

had me googling 'pirate museums near me???' urgently at 1am. romeo & juliet meeting through a fishtank/starcrossed lovers vibes. absolute oodles of pining. a joy of a time to read.

[fabbyf1]

it's that time of year again when i ask for fic recs, besties.

i am out of the loop and haven't been reading anything for months... send me your recent favs, pls and thx.

open to most ships, but please no landoscar or lando/max.

thanks in advance! y'all keep me young

[spirkme915]

more spirk fics i've read recently and loved

The Promised Land by gunstreet @gunstreet (TOS) - buckle in and get ready for chapters and chapters of p-a-i-n. it's divorce era spirk (pre-TMP) and it hurts oh so good. have a desperate need to find out what spock was thinking when he chose kolinahr? you will wonder no more. also, there's sex. a lot of it and beautifully done. all around perfection

The Accidental Matchmaker by notboldly (AOS) - it's valentine's day on the enterprise and spock receives an unexpected note. this had me muttering "oh spock" (affectionate) under my breath as i read

emotionally compromised by thesorrowoflizards (AOS) - an extremely thoughtful and poignant rewrite of the bridge scene in the 2009 movie. gen not slash, but who needs sex when you get the vulnerability of tos spock in aos spock?

Between Me and You by Solid_Medical_Advice (TOS) - ONE BED! need i say more? well, i will anyway. this fic has a touch of angst but it's mostly fluff and feelings and is terribly soothing

home by Sir_Bedevere (TOS) - am i sucker for everything OMS? yes, yes i am. have another entry into the old married space husbands being adorably old and married (with a cat!)

Injury by iyokou (AOS) - F1 AND STAR TREK??? i love it when my fandoms collide. AND IT'S EXPLICIT HURT COMFORT??? *eternal sigh of happiness*

The Other Uniform by Bibarian (AOS) - jim wears an alternate uniform, spock loses his shit. spock & uhura bffs. then sex. how can you go wrong?

The way that we love at night (gave me life) by phlebotinxm (AOS) - obligatory PWP entry for this list and this one is established relationship so it's a completely different kind of good

(This and Every) Morning After by Solid_Medical_Advice (TOS/AOS) - are they friends with benefits? is it unrequited love? you probably already know those answers but this fic is still fun as hell to read. also, CONFIDENT SPOCK. i am here for all confident spock

Sweet dreams (of course I love you) by decidedlynotheterosexual @decidedly-not-heterosexual (TOS) - fluff, ALL fluff. need a happy read? this is it

and, for once, i don't have any non-spirk fics to rec, but there are two entries in the "aliens made them do it" trope for this list:

Lead Us to Our Own Bliss by gunstreet (TOS) - i'm hesitant to read this trope because it often involves non-con, but @gunstreet handled it perfectly. this fic definitely has voyeurism, but it's more about their awakening of their feelings for each other

Red Matter: Scents, Starfleet, and Kurage Sushi by CampySpaceSlime (TOS) - this was so. damn. creative. omg. unlike anything i could've expected and just as weird and alien as space should be

(you can find previous recs under fic rec and/or spirk fic recs)

reminder - please do send me recs and feel free to self-promo!

[goofyjelly]

hurt/comfort TNG fics save me... save me TNG Data whump fics...

[poetpony6890]

Paris, city of putting the milk in cupboard - a short kitty fic (ANGSTish)

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From the light radiating off of nearby street lamps and windows, Kit read one of the books he had found on Ty’s shelf, a study in scarlet. Pages of the well loved book that had slightly yellow seemed to flow through Kits soft hands. If he had not been avoiding almost everyone he had ever meet, Kit would have been playing a game on his phone or texting. Yet here he laid on the pecan chaise, reading.

When the front door of the apartment unlocked, Kit sat up slightly, but didn’t jump up as he used to when he was younger, and by younger not much younger as at 18, Kit still jumped at 16.

“Hey, Kit. I got you a sandwich.” Ty stated as he placed his plain messenger bag onto the marble counter.

“Thanks.” Kit grinned, as placed the book back on its proper place in the shelf, then strode over.

“You’re welcome.” Ty replied, as Kit lanked a tanned arm around his waist clad in a knitted sweater, well leaning in to kiss his slightly chapped lips from the colder weather in France, where Ty had been posted after he had graduated the Scholomance.

If he finishes his post sufficiently after two years, then he can be allowed to be promoted and would be allowed to move around freely.

As Kit unwrapped the wax paper form the sandwich and threw it in the garbage can under the sink, Ty began to follow him, almost stalk him to a degree with his pewter eyes.

“Kit, if I ask you something could you could you answer me honestly?” Ty asked, looking into his soul.

“I can try.” Kit grinned, in between bites of the steak sandwich, which he had grown to like quite a bit.

“I was talking to Alec today and he said that he had no problem with me having someone stay here with me.” Ty started, still looking at Kit. Who was looking at him like an alien might look at a statue of a Greek god.

“I guess I have more than one question. Do you know if you’re going to go back to the unseelie tower yet?” Ty asked first, as Kit put down the sandwich on the counter, after of course he had learned with time.

“I mean my families there, or what have left of it. I don’t know, I just need a break. I love Kieran but he’s always fighting me to do something with myself and I love Ash but we don’t agree on anything, like we’re the same person but opposites, like magents in a blender.” Kit started, sitting down on the soft cushion of the bar seat facing Ty.

Who read him as he spoke, darting his eyes all over him, his crushed curls from sleeping on the couch, which he insisted. A dented handprint faded from he leaned on well reading. The slight smudge of sauce on his chin, which Ty causally and cautiously wiped with his thumb.

“Ty?” Kit muttered, slicking his hands over Ty’s, guiding him back down to the cold counter.

“yeah?” Ty asked, raising an ebony eyebrow.

“Are you.. flirting with me and asking me to move in with you?” Kit filled in, setting his sandwich back down.

“Yes.” Ty finaled.

“Ty I don’t think I should live with you.” Kit stated.

“Okay, tell me why.” Ty replied, well taking off his uniform jacket and hanging it up in the entry closet.

“I’m not a good person Ty.” Kit answered as he watched Ty.

“Do you think I’m much better?” Ty questioned without looking up.

“Tell me why you think you’re a bad person.” He added after a moment of silence.

“I’m mean, I don’t take other people’s feelings into consideration. I’m rude, I talk without much of an option. I’m loud, I speak like a guitar solo. I’m messy, I barely clean the room Kieran gave me and Ash. I’m clumsy, I break bones when I meant to mend them. I’m lazy, I’d rather die than wake up before the afternoon most days. I’m hated by many for who my father was, I’ll out you in danger. Last, I can’t love you Ty.” Kit rambled, as he stood up and followed Ty as he made his way into the only bedroom.

“I don’t need you to.” Ty replied, some what with a tone of indifference.

“Yes, you do.” Kit stated, shifting his eyes between Ty and Livvy floating around the balcony outside.

“Why can’t you love me?” Ty shifted.

“I can’t love anyone, people learn love by taking it in their senses. I’ve never held a hand when walking the road. I had to teach myself how to sound out words. My taste pallet consists of anything you would find in the cupboard months after going to the grocery store. I never got to see my dad look at me like he wanted me. I still haven’t” Kit explained, glaring at his own reflection in Ty’s pupils.

“I thought your dad did teach you things? What about the lock picking?” Ty asked, well opening his closet.

“He only taught me things when he needed me to do them.” Kit replied, flopping down onto the bed.

“That’s why you think he didn’t love you? I think that’s just being selfish” Ty replied in his usual tone.

“I know he didn’t love me, because everyday since I formed a conscious I’ve been lonely.” Kit muttered, as Ty changed well Kit turned himself facing the other way on the bed.

“Do you feel alone right now?” Ty asked, his voice slightly muffled by the shirt he was slipping over his head before heading over to the bed and facing Kit, placing a hand on his.

“There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely. Sometimes I wish he was a ghost just so he couldn’t leave me alone anymore.” Kit sulked.

“Kit, I think you should talk to someone about this.” Ty soothed, despite his own mind racing out of itself.

“Jem and Tessa made me try when I was living with them, but I never wanted to go.” Kit answered.

“You don’t have to go to a professional, I mean at the end of the day we’re all just people. Christopher, you can’t take away everything that happened to you in that house, but you need to work out how it affected you and the way you think.” Ty paced, Kit just nodded.

“I can’t do that with you Ty.” Kit stated, he meant for his tone to be less harsh, but when the words left his mouth it’s as if an invisible hand had slapped his mouth and crushed his soul.

“Why?”

“If I told you things my father you’ll think of me differently. Before you say that you wouldn’t, you will.”

“Yesterday I watched you be so drunk that you broke into my house, puke on Irene, break my mirror, rip my shower door off, piss in the sink where my clean dishes where, then pass out on the balcony. I already think of you differently.” Ty stated.

“I’m very embarrassed and sorry about that.” Kit apologized, even though he had when Ty left that morning. “If you know I’m going to be such a bad roommate, why do you want me to live with you?” Kit asked.

“Sherlock and Waston live together. Besides, it’s not like you’re going to be drunk every night.” Ty teased.

“I have the genes for it.”

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Cliffhanger ahhhh ending.

Anyway is this angst? Feel like it was kinda just sad.. also my brain is telling me that I’m shit at writing might quit I don’t like it when things get hard.

[starconchs]

hi tumblr 🧍‍♀️

[seagullcharmer]