#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.

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Nightswimming by eriquin

@eriquin

Rating: Teen and Up

265,009 words, 60/60 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warning

Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, High School, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Ensemble Cast, Recreational Drug Use, Dubious Police Work, Steve's Father is a Jerk, Steve's Mother is a Complicated Adult with her own Agenda, Pining, Steddie Big Bang 2023 (Stranger Things), Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Catholic Steve Harrington, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Summary: Eddie Munson’s social circle had never intersected with Steve Harrington’s, even though they’d been in the same high school for the last four years, but you could say the same thing for everyone who gave the school freak a wide berth. He’d been tangentially aware of the rise and fall of King Steve as much as anyone else with ears, but he’d never given him much thought other than that. He’d been more focused on his own problems, like trying to figure out how to not fail his senior year a second time. All of that changes one night in February of ‘85, when a nasty encounter with the new popular kids leaves Eddie cursing his bad luck. But this one bad turn leads to a rapid expansion of his circle of friends. Nancy Wheeler has brains and a frightening level of focus, Jonathan Byers is hiding hidden depths beneath his quiet loner personality, and Steve... Steve is a literal life-saver. Eddie wants to bite him and see if there are sparks.

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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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."

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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.)

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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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Fic Friday

...and I am back after two months.

Rating: E (canon-typical violence, explicit content, check the tags)

Genre: Romance, action, adventure, drama

Pairing: Dahlia Wintersnow (OC Dragonborn)/Ulfric Stormcloak

Link to the latest chapter

Snippet:

The glowing embers left in the hearth sputter and crack as the last of their dying light dances over Dahlia's face. How long has she been here? Minutes, hours? To her, it feels like days. Long does she feel that the cold has sunk into her skin since she got out of bed, leaving Ulfric by himself. As much as she wishes for the warmth of his arms around her, she cannot stand staring up at the ceiling and counting the cracks within it any longer.

She sighs, the air feeling thin as it passes through her lips. Days have gone by since the incident in the Bloodworks. Tomorrow she will set out at first light with Galmar for the Hammerfell border. Tomorrow she will pick up her sword again. Tomorrow she will leave her everything she has of worth behind. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. The word echoes in her ears until it becomes all she can think about. She does not want tomorrow to come, and she would shoot Magnus from the skies to keep it from being so. Would it be so selfish? Is she not owed anything from Mundus? From the Divines? Father Akatosh, how she does not want to go!

Dahlia shakes her head, some of her dark locks cascading over her shoulders as she fights the sting of tears which threaten to fall yet again. By now she had thought that she would have been out of them. Apparently she was wrong. Again.

"What are you doing here, my heart? You should be in bed." Ulfric's voice, gruff with sleep, floats into her ears as he sits down on the bearskin rug next to her.

Of course, he would have noticed she was gone. It would not surprise her if he was not sleeping at all, waiting for this exact moment when she started to crack, much like the coals she stares blankly at in the fireplace.

"You can talk to me, you know." One of his hands comes up to start playing with the ends of her hair, his calloused fingers occasionally brushing against her exposed collarbones. "I know how you must feel."

"Do you?" She turns to him, the dim light from the coals reflecting weakly in her eyes. "Is there any way that you can understand the conflict I feel? To know the things I must do again?" Her voice quiets into a soft whisper. "To wonder if I will come home again? I thought I was done with all of this."

He tips her face gently towards his, lips brushing featherlight against her cheek. "I do, and more than you know. I do not wish to let you go either, and if you said the word, I would be selfish and hold you here." His eyes almost burn into hers, capturing her full attention, and she is taken aback for a moment with how much sincerity she sees in their depths. She knows more than anyone how much he suffered under the Thalmor, and yet, here he is telling her that he would damn them all just to keep her here. She almost believes him.

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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 💗🥳

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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;

“you were in my dream”

90s damon albarn x reader,, friends to lovers

The weekend had slipped away from us and we were clawing onto the last few hours of Sunday, Damon on his side and me on my stomach on his carpeted floor. I couldn’t believe it was only a few months ago that we first met, through our mutual friend Graham. Some time ago he had slipped out of the equation though, and now I spent entire weekends at Damon’s place without batting an eye. It was like I was caught up in a constant buzz that wouldn’t wear off.

“What does that one mean?” I asked, pointing my finger at the tattoo on his forearm. It resembled a leaf of clover.

“I don’t know. Nothing really.”

“Aren’t things more meaningful if they… mean something?” I laughed and Damon chuckled along, nodding.

“Generally, yeah.”

“You know what I mean!” I laughed tiredly and flipped onto my back, laying my cheek against the rough carpet to keep my gaze on him. “Aren’t things nicer or.. less perishable, when they mean something?”

Damon waited for a beat, thinking. He always took his time when pondering something and felt no stress or embarrassment about putting the conversation on hold. I envied that.

“What does this mean?” he asked poignantly a moment later. His hand waved softly in the air between us where we layed in the warm evening sun on his floor. My body stiffened and heart rate picked up. A million words flooded my mind and I peered through them to blink back at him. At last I laughed weakly and looked away, up at the ceiling.

”That’s a good question.”

We stayed quiet for a few moments as I anxiously counted the squares in the ceiling.

“You were in my dream last night,” he revealed and my eyes darted back at him. He had long, soft shadows on his face from the sinking sun.

“What were we doing?”

A smile came upon Damon’s lips but he bit down on it and his cheeks gained some colour.

“Oh, you know, nothing much.”

“Shut up,” I laughed nervously and our voices faded. My gaze trailed away again and we laid under the heavy silence for a moment, him replaying his dream and me trying to picture it. Many visuals were crowding my mind.

“We were lying down like now.”

I smiled with two hot cheeks, patiently waiting for him to continue describing what we both were thinking.

“But you were…”

I looked back at him again as he propped his head up to lay it in his palm, blinking down at me.

“I was?”

“…A lot closer.”

My muscles were still tense but I managed to scoot an arm’s length closer to him, placing my pounding heart just inches from his.

“Like this?” I mumbled. Our smiles had faded and the sun had nearly set now, casting its last orange rays across our bodies. Damon shook his head softly.

“Not quite.”

Moving purely out of instinct, I pushed myself off the floor and carefully swung a leg across his hips, pinning him to the floor on his back. Damon flashed a slanted smile again and trailed his eyes down my body slowly. When they came back up to meet mine again, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I took a risk and bent down, hurriedly pressing my lips against his before I might’ve lost the courage. He was quick to respond and kissed me back, his hands finding my waist instantly.

“Now, this feels more like the dream,” Damon mumbled into our kiss with a deep smirk.

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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 (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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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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Am I crying with relief and joy at posting again?

Maybe.

Missed y'all. While I'm sorry to be back under the general circumstances of the world as it is these days, I am grateful to be reconnecting with writing and with anyone who is still hanging around these fannish parts. You are the absolute best humans.