#fic Friday

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words: 5,181. Chapters: 1/?

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🐉 fic friday

the nights were ours

daemon targaryen x reader

secret relationship, soft daemon & caraxes

I had spent the last month in The Red Keep as my older brother was well on his way to be betrothed to princess Rhaenyra. He had insisted it would be a nice change of scenery for me and he couldn’t have been more right.

Rhaenyra’s uncle Daemon had stared me down across every room we’d been in the first week, and I had walked as if on eggshells around him. It wasn’t until he first spoke to me that I realised his heavy gaze was of something quite different than hate.

That same night he had insisted I stay up when the rest of the kingdom went to sleep. There was something about his presence that had made me unable to decline his advances when he had kissed me against a cold tree in the dusk. He had seen something he wanted and taken it.

Soon the nights were ours. That was when we came alive. And I had never felt so alive before. Exchanging discreet looks across rooms in the daylight, and sneaking into his chamber at night. Feeling his sturdy fingers curl into my flesh amongst his sheets and watching his pleased smiles flicker in the dull candlelight. Waking up with his heavy arm caging me in against his bare chest and wondering when and how I would have to sneak back to my own bed chamber.

Tonight we were outside. It was dark but there was a fire in Daemon’s eyes as he led me down a terrain of uneven stones. I could see the outlines of a massive dragon begin to form in the dark. Even more so I heard its heavy breaths and felt the heat hit me in intervals. He had promised I would be safe as long as I stuck by his side.

“My brother would have your head if I was burned by dragon fire,” I reminded with a soft giggle and squeezed Daemon’s hand. I only saw the back of his head but I could almost make out the beaming smirk on his lips.

“I’d quite like to see him try.”

He was right of course. I had recognised quickly there was probably no one I knew that could measure up to Daemon in a fight.

With every step I got more and more nervous, as details of the dragon’s vicious face grew more visible. He flashed his teeth in a casual manner and my instincts almost made me halt. I had only ever seen dragons in the sky. From that far away I hadn’t been able to tell that their teeth were the same size as me.

“He’s gracious to those who deserve it,” Daemon said in an attempt to ease my anxiety. I grimaced with uncertainty and he gave a small smile.

“You are the sweetest girl I have ever known,” he declared in a hoarse whisper and caught my face in both his hands, staring down at me from his significant height. My gaze flickered between his moonlit face and the bored looking dragon behind him.

“He would never think to harm you. Trust me.”

Trust him. Somehow I did. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips and my stomach fluttered.

He turned around at last and gave me a vague gesture to stay still for now, as he closed the distance between him and his dragon.

“Caraxes,” he spoke his name in a steady and warm tone, laying his palms and forehead against the angular nose. The dragon huffed softly and closed his eyes for a moment. I held my breath as my heart softened.

“Come,” Daemon whispered and glanced back at me. I grabbed his extended hand and walked on wobbly legs the last steps up to the calm beast. I held my breath again and felt nearly lightheaded as I allowed Daemon to place my smaller hand against the side of Caraxes’ face. His eyes opened in curiosity and it felt as if my heart stopped for a moment. I could feel sweat begin to form on my top lip.

Daemon hushed softly into the quiet night but I couldn’t tell who he was trying to calm down, me or his dragon.

Caraxes’ scales were rough to the touch and cold despite exhaling incredible heat with every breath. I was absolutely astounded at the power he held in his body. With every long inhale he took I watched his torso expand and I felt the vibration in my finger from his throaty exhales. At last he closed his eyes again and I could release my own breath.

“I told you he would like you,” Daemon mumbled and I laughed breathily. I caught a softness in his eyes which I had learned was rare to find in him. Maybe only in the heavy darkness could he allow himself to smile at me so purely.

[steddieunderdogfics]

In the Kitchen or the Tulips by teddywesworl

@teddywesworl

Rating: Explicit

44,253 words, 6/6 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Post-Season/Series 04, Post-Canon, Telepathy, Touch-Starved, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Eddie's Whole Family is Appalachian (because I said so), Trope Deconstruction, idiots to lovers, Mutual Pining, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Rape Fantasy, there is NO rape in this fic it is ALL in his head it does not occur in the narrative, Characters Play Dungeons & Dragons, First Kiss, Dreamsharing, Virginity Kink, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, First Time Blow Jobs, Possessive Sex, Praise Kink, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, human weighted blanket Steve Harrington, Dom/sub Undertones, Laughter During Sex, Anal Fingering, Prostate Massage, Rimming, Coming Untouched, Switching, Anal Sex, Healing Sex, insofar as the sex gets a good start on exorcizing certain demons

Summary:

Eddie’s face is way too hot, and the damn heart monitor is gonna give away his secrets if it doesn’t shut the fuck up. Steve Harrington carried me out of Hell, he thinks, deliberately. A prickle of something frantic festers at the base of his skull as he pictures himself limp in Steve’s arms, Steve’s hands clutching at his filthy jacket, his blood-soaked jeans. Did he have to do CPR? Did he peel Eddie’s clothes away from the gore of his midsection to get a look at the damage? Did he touch me? Did he touch me? Did he touch me? OR: A touch-activated telepathic soulmates AU.

This is a MOD rec as a part of our Fic Fridays.

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Fic Friday (32)

Title: Tempest

Author: Missy Pennington

Description: Mulder and Scully survive a plane crash to find themselves injured and stranded in the Appalachian wilderness.

My thoughts: I have a handful of fics that I love to reread as comfort fics, and this is one of them. One of the reasons is that Tempest incorporates a lot of my beloved tropes, like Mulder and Scully relying on each other for survival, tending each other's injuries, UST to RST, and hurt/comfort. It's also well-written, and an exciting story. The only downside is that it's not on AO3. But if you can stand reading the txt version, definitely check this one out.

Enjoy! Tagging @today-in-fic

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Fic Friday 5 + 1 Roundup: Fun Postscripts

Have some fics with a postscript or two that are worth reading. Similar selection process to my fun tags grouping.

The Way of Conquest (AO3) - "All Din wanted to do was find the Child a sorcerer teacher, pick up a job or two, and follow his Creed. Three out of three is good, right? Right?"

Maria vs The Jedi Cult (AO3) - "Reborn just in time to join the rest of the younglings in asking Master Skywalker what they were going to do because there were too many of them. Oh well, she had future knowledge, a tendency to be overlooked and forgotten about by the Creche Master, and the reckless abandonment of someone who knows when they die."

That Time Fox's Fat Tits Saved the Galaxy (AO3) - "Fox starts selling pictures of his tits online. This is the fallout. (And the reason why.)"

I Am a Retired Hero and My Love Interest is a Former Crime Lord!? (AO3) - "It started as an accident that evolved into the Red Hood paying attention to Danny. And now ghosts are starting to lose objects that, if fallen into the wrong hands, can cause a lot of trouble for both Danny and the Ghost Zone. With the bats starting to take notice of him and the Zone's refusal to leave him alone, can he truly lead a normal life? And, more importantly, does he really want to?" Set to Private.

Between Life and a Death Place (AO3) - "Jazz and Danny got to college in Gotham. Jazz runs into Constantine, and gets offered an occult consultation job by Dick Grayson-Wayne. Fenton luck ensues." Set to Private.

Bonus: Comparative Analysis (AO3) - "Dr. Gurathin knows he and SecUnit got off to a bad start when they first met. Although it's been a while and things have improved since then, SecUnit is still pretty rude to him pretty much all the time. And honestly? He's getting sick of that. Hypothesis: SecUnit hates him. Objective: Find out why."

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It’s Dissolution’s turn this week! Steve and Tony start to really dig into the heart of their biggest issues, which basically involved me sitting at my computer sniffling for three chapters straight (and counting.)

DepressionBeard!Steve says go read it now! (Or, you know. When you have time.)

[aspidities]

Welcome to the Ides of Smut Month, beware those stabby dicks!

We’ve been full blown with wedding planning (or at least J has been, I have been steadily mourning how little I understood of Expensive before now) but I did manage to work on at least one Thing this month and that Thing is here for you to share!

Spring has sprung, indeed.

I put chapters three AND four up on AO3 to catch up, but if that’s not enough you can head on over to horny jail/Patreon for Chapter 5.

Happy reading and happy Spring!

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jamming my fingertips into all your wounds by riverdanceeee (Achilles x Patroclus, E, WIP). Modern college AU. Patroclus dumped Achilles years ago. Now he needs him to fill in as harpist for his university final project. Patroclus is incredibly unhinged in this, lmao. Love it.

Where The Dead Forget by @darlingpoppet (Achilles x Patroclus, E, WIP). Patroclus drank from the Lethe and removed every memory he had of Achilles. Achilles has finally been granted permission to visit him in Elysium. So angsty and with so many fun Iliad cameos.

The Rumor Mill by Paladingineer (Gen, G, complete). Hawke accidentally (and perhaps Varric knowingly) turns herself into a modern day Atalanta of sorts. Short and fun.

New Behaviors by Luddleston (Thanatos x Zagreus, E, Complete). Prior to Zagreus, Thanatos had never had sexual desire, much less sex. It's a learning experience.

As Fate Would Have It by @johaerys-writes (Achilles x Patroclus, E, WIP). First omegaverse story I've read. I'm keen on any story where the characters are telling each other how annoyed they are with each other in the midst of boning.

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Fic Friday

Today's Piece:

Writer's Socials

AO3 - FoldingFacets

Tumblr - @precarious-hermit

Why it's beloved

It's fucking great, It's hilarious and really creative, There aren't many chapters but I re-read it fairly often. Danny is just trying to do his job, Flash is made of three kinds of anxiety, Wally is ready to throw hands. The characterization is perfect, Danny IS the IRS.

Interested in suggesting your favorite works or submitting some shameless self promo? All submission are taken in server, so send an ask to the blog and get your link 💗🥳

[thequeenofthewinter]

Fic Friday

This is not a drill, folks. Winter is back after a long two months and has posted our next chapter! <3 If you make a stop by, I hope you'll enjoy it...and the smut I was working on. ;)

Rating: E (canon-typical violence, explicit content, check the tags) Genre: Romance, action, adventure, drama Pairing: Dahlia Wintersnow (OC Dragonborn)/Ulfric Stormcloak Link to AO3: An Invincible Summer Snippet:

A light smile pushes at the corners of her lips as she brings his hand up to kiss the palm of it. “Well, that’s it really. I have pretty much told you what we had spoken of. It is the same thing I have been proposing in the council meetings which everyone else seems to be so vehemently against. We give them a portion of land, they fight with us, and then we leave well enough alone. Maybe we dream of peace.”

The optimism she feels is refreshing, if a bit naïve. He chuckles and shakes his head as he studies her. Forest green eyes gleam back at him showing youthful hope, and he is suddenly hit with the difference of their ages—or perhaps it is that he is too jaded. Either way, it comes with the slow creeping of years which seem to come all the more quickly upon him. “Do you think it will be that easy?”

“No, but I can hope, and we can try. That’s all we can do. Giving up is not an option.” She drops his hand and stands, stretching out her back.

“You are right.”

“Say it again.” She teases him, and for a moment he forgets the numbers between them. Hope is infectious, and he is youthful again, if only with her.

“You are right, my Queen.”

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Fic Fridayyyy (Saturday, sorry bout that)

He Who Sees The End, by Loujitsuhotsoup word count: 102,458. Chapters 18/?

Read here

pls read this is a severely underrated fic 🙏🏼👀✨

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⚽️ fic friday;

“punch me”

early 90s liam gallagher x reader,, young+dumb+in love

“This is shite, man!” Liam huffed, frustratingly pulling out fists of grass from the neat park lawn.

“Rowdy’s gonna have me for dinner if I don’t show up. Seriously,” I gave an empty laugh and ran my fingers through the short grass. The most important cup of the season had fallen on the same weekend as the U2 concert Liam and I had had tickets to for months. Normally I would never back out of a game or a cup, being Coach Rowdy’s brightest hope on our team, but U2 ranked above everything else.

“You can’t go to fucking Nottingham and run after a fucking ball in the scorching sun for three days straight! U2 are playing G-MEX!”

I laughed at Liam bashing his own favourite pastime; running after a ball. I tossed my head back, crashing my back onto the soft ground in the midday sun.

“I know!”

“I’ll fucking have Rowdy for dinner!” Liam argued, aggressively pointing his finger in the air at nobody, chunks of grass flying from his fist. I squinted up at his backlit, soft face contorted in a scowl. He resembled an agitated puppy. I smiled and petted the back of his other hand which was pressed into the ground. Feeling the muscle in his chunky hand, an idea struck me.

“Punch me,” I chirped suddenly. Liam twisted his neck quickly down to stare at me, eyes wide and brows knit together.

“I’m not engaging in your weird kink things, love. You’ll have to find a new boyfriend for that.”

“Fuck off,” I laughed and squeezed his hand on my way to sit up again.

“If you injure me I can get out of the cup. Punch me in the side, or kick me in the shin or something. Just enough to bruise me, and I’ll fake a limp.”

“Aye, I liked it more when it was a sex thing.”

“Come on, Liam!” I laughed, pulling on his arms.

“Isn’t faking a limp enough?” he asked, concern glowing in his eyes.

“No, he’ll see through it! There’s gotta be a bruise or something visible. I’ll tell him I fell on some steps and fractured a rib.”

Liam couldn’t help but laugh now, eyes still wide under his thick, ruffled fringe.

“You’ve lost your fucking wits! I’m not punching you.”

“Do you wanna see U2 with me or not?”

Liam got quiet and stared at me with a frown. I stood up and pulled him up with me.

“Just one hard one right here,” I encouraged and pointed at the side of my belly, just under my ribs to not risk him actually cracking one. Liam looked around the empty park and I laughed, pulling on his hands again.

“You’re a lunatic.”

“I grew up with three brothers! You don’t think I’ve been punched in the stomach before?!”

“By little boys!”

“You’re a little boy,” I teased with a grin and pecked his lips shortly.

“You really think I’m that stupid? You won’t rile me up enough to punch you.”

“I don’t know, Li, you’re pretty easy to rile up.”

He laughed tiredly and gave a vague shrug and sigh that indicated he might actually be considering the idea.

“Just one?”

“Yes! A good, hard one!”

“You’re fucked in the head,” he informed as his left hand wrapped around my shoulder and he took a few deep breaths and a step back.

“Pretend I’m Noel,” I giggled through the adrenaline and held a big breath as I tensed my core the hardest I could, closing one eye and squinting at Liam through the other. He was trying to push the premature regret out of his mind, his fist tightly balled and eyes glued to my belly.

Liam swung his arm and within a split second his knuckles shot into my body. The pain spread quickly and I folded at the middle, heaving my head over his shoulder and tackling him to the ground.

“Fuck!” I laughed breathlessly as I toppled onto his body. “Oh my god!”

“That sucked! Are you okay?” Liam panted, his fist unclenched and palm now softly holding my sore flesh.

“Yes,” I laughed the adrenaline out of my system and dug my face into his warm chest.

“Man, if Bono could see you now he’d give you free tickets for life,” he laughed gently and continued to caress my abdomen. I giggled and slid off his body but stayed cuddling his side.

“If that doesn’t bruise by tomorrow you’ll have to do it again. Maybe use your knee,” I mumbled and peered up at Liam who instantly shook his head at my insanity.

“You’re mental,” he muttered back and shoved my face softly with his palm.

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our house (in the middle of our street) by fivecenturiesverse

Rating: Teen and Up

14,489 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: POV Steve Harrington, Asexual Relationship, Kinda, idk that happened, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Bisexual Vickie (Stranger Things), Implied Sexual Content, Minor Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Disabled Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Families of Choice, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Domestic Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, steve harrington match maker, mom and dad steve and eddie, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Good Babysitter Eddie Munson, Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Drunken Kissing, Drunken Confessions, Flirting, Not Beta Read, robin and steve codependency, Roommates, Living Together

Summary:

He's in the market for a house, it's not his fault the Creel Murder House is the cheapest place he can find. It's kind of the perfect house, really, Steve's got a big family.

Eddie fumbles in rolling the blunt. They’re sitting in Eddie’s room while he rolls on the tray balanced on his knees. “You’re — you’re giving me a key?” “Yeah. I don’t know if you want to move out of here but uh… option is there if you uhm, need it?” He stays staring at Steve, fingers paused over the tray like the ridiculous caricature of a stoner caught red handed by the cops. “For real? What about rent?” “Yeah man, of course. I know you haven’t been sleeping great here for obvious reasons and like, a new place isn’t going to help that much but…” He shrugs. “Got more rooms than I know what to do with, so fuck rent. I’m getting keys for you and Rob next week and maybe some for the kids, I don’t know if I trust them with keys to my house.”

This is a MOD rec as a part of our Fic Fridays.

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Fic Friday (36)

Title: underdog takes the title

Author: @wtfmulder

Word Count: 2116

AO3 Description: Mulder is unsure about the pacing of his life after a case shows him how shitty it is to be the underdog. Prompt: Giggly, happy sex.

My thoughts: This fic is sooo cute! Mulder and Scully are happy and laughing and finally consummating their relationship. There is a lot of great banter and I wanted to write down every other line as one of my favorites. Here's one I really enjoyed:

"And when it became a mutual thing, it was beautiful and long, and it was a pity kiss, of course, but he got the sense that Scully was a little turned on by pitiable men, and he was certainly turned on by her pity."

(^Mulder has no shame lol). The only issue is that the fic isn't long enough! Go check it out.

Enjoy! Tagging @today-in-fic

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5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Surprise Relative

Some fics where a surpise blood relation pops up. Like, sometimes the guy who raised you was lying about being your dad, sometimes a Pit gives you a baby, etc.

Imprint (AO3) - "He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, desperately wished that he was back in his safehouse, alone and blissfully unaware. But the weight in his hands remained, and when he opened his eyes, it was to the bean-shaped 'fuck you' the Lazarus Pit had kindly bestowed upon him, arms and legs folded up against his front beneath off-white muslin while tiny lips smacked softly.'

Red Blood, Blue Blood (AO3) - "Jason Todd was living a very ordinary life in Crime Alley before his mother gets sick. Then, suddenly, Jason and Catherine have to grapple with the secret everyone has known since Jason was born with black hair and blue eyes—Willis Todd wasn't his biological father. Bruce Wayne is, and not only is he the richest man in Gotham, he has three other children who may not be glad to have an interloper in their midst."

Going Off-Book (AO3) - "Dick winces. “Tim, meet Damian Wayne. Apparently, his mom told him who his dad was when he turned eighteen and the first thing he did after finding out was enroll in the nearest police academy. He served for a couple of years and just arranged a transfer here from Metropolis.” He directs a pleading gaze at Tim. “Like I said, Bruce had to go out of town for a while, but he asked me to show Damian the ropes. Tim, I’m sorry, but—"

when the dead tree flowers (AO3) - "It wasn't solely Jango Fett's DNA that went into making Domino Squad. Palpatine had other plans for them. Thankfully, so does their second genetic donor, and he has just as few qualms about murder as a Sith Lord."

Open Arms (AO3) - "The story starts when Quinlan get's a call from the hospital; an old girlfriend has given birth and named him the father, leaving the baby at the hospital. This triggers a series of events that bring Fox back into contact with his bio family, who he is not as distant from as he might like to think."

Bonus: welcome all your bastard actions home (AO3) - "Daenerys had arrived at Winterfell three days past, a great host of dragons and roses and suns and krakens, clearly expecting Jon -- the King in the North, as uneasy that title rests on his shoulders -- to bend the knee. Instead, he takes her to the crypts to speak of ancient history."

[three-drink-amy]

Fanfic Friday

Thanks for the tag @alrightbuckaroo! I was literally just thinking about starting it this week when I got the tag!

Rules: share a fic (or fanart or gif) that you’re proud of! Moodboard optional!

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest

(aka firefighters)

Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad. No one can know what really happened.

When he’s wrapping up at the end of his first week, buttoning his shirt and grabbing his bag, Henry wanders into the locker room. Alex flashes him a polite smile, but not much more. “Okay, so, we’re all going out. And you’re coming with us,” Henry announces. He stands against the doorjamb, his arms crossed at his chest.

Alex looks over at him with a surprised expression on his face. “Oh? And what if I don’t want to go out?”

“Too bad?” Henry jokes. He laughs to himself and steps closer to Alex. “We’re going out to celebrate the end of your first week with us. So, come on! You’ve gotta come.”

“I really don’t, though.” Alex crosses his arms as he argues.

A third person joins the conversation. “Alex, just fucking join us,” Raf says, shaking his head at Alex. “We’re trying to bring you into the 215 family. Just come on. Don’t be a little bitch about it.”

Henry chokes back a laugh as he turns to look from Raf to Alex. The disbelief on his face must be clear. Weirdly enough, it takes Rafael’s bluntness for Alex to agree. “Fine, fine, fine. But I can’t promise I’ll have a good time.”

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