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[film-in-my-soul]

What will be there tomorrow | 905 | ponfarrfridays

Summary: “You’ll ruin your eyes, you know.” Jayce’s voice was raspy and tired. He didn’t know if it was true, but he’d heard it countless times, as a kid. “That’s what my mother used to say,” he explained to Viktors questioning gaze, remembering countless nights reading under the covers about crystals or magic or something or another. The hint of a smile quirked Viktor’s lips. “A small sacrifice, for the sake of science.” His voice was soft and cracked, in a certain late-night tone that probably would’ve sent heat straight to Jayce’s dick if he hadn’t been half asleep. Right now, it was soothing, Viktor’s accent filling the darkness and rattling around Jayce’s skull like a comforting, caressing breeze. “Science will be there tomorrow,” Jayce replied, closing his eyes and resting his head against Viktor’s shoulder. It was something he’d said before, countless times over the years. It was something Viktor had never listened to.

Somebody Kiss Me! | 2,705 | cappishe

Summary: Viktor would rather be dragged out into a crowded dive bar with Jayce than spend the umpteenth New Year's Eve alone in his house. Jayce really likes New Year's Eve traditions.

you are exactly what i should want (but i don't want you) | 6,684 | acuteroses

Summary: "You know why this keeps happening to you, right, V?" "Indulge me." "Your soldering is shit." The Machine Herald, injured, crawls to Jayce Talis to be fixed.

preach electric (coffee's for closers) | 8,937 | acuteroses

Summary: It finally happened. It turns out, no matter what he told his poor Ma over the phone, Jayce could not, in fact, live off of his student loan forever. Jayce gets a job at a local coffee shop to put himself through his post-grad and makes friends with the (admittedly very attractive) supervisor that everyone else hates.

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aunt you glad | 1,300 | historymiss / @historymiss

Summary: Jayce realises he’s never really thought of where Viktor came from- had always assumed him as always existing, fully formed, ready to be his friend. Certainly not someone with the weight of expectation on him, the pain of pride.

be, be as you've always been | 3,424 | enbymegumi

Summary: The door to the room creaked and Jayce’s eyes shot open. “Am I interrupting?” There was a click. The dim, warm glow of a lightbulb flickered to life. “You know, the sofa was your idea.” Viktor stepped into the light, a small, wry grin playing at his lips as he approached Jayce with the soft thunk of his cane. “I still think it takes up too much space. What’s the point if you’re not going to use it, hm?” Or, Jayce gets teleported to the same AU as Ekko and Heimerdinger, and this Viktor is not the Viktor who left him.

backbone | 770 | aevallare / @aevallare

Summary: There was a time when putting his hammer on Viktor’s neck would have been anathematic to everything that Jayce stood for. Today, Jayce stands on Viktor’s chest, one foot on his metallic breastplate and the other in the space next to his waist.

Pieces of Me Are Pieces of You | 897 | Frawg_Spawn

Summary: “Jayce … when did you do this?” “When did I do -“ Jayce’s eyes widen as he looks up and sees what Viktor is holding. Viktor makes a discovery he doesn’t expect one day in the lab…

In Pursuit of Discovery | 912 | AppleSharon / @applesharonfiction

Summary: Sighing softly, Viktor leans into Jayce’s touch. Jayce stops, and then after ensuring that Viktor is still asleep, resumes stroking Viktor’s cheek. The skin feels smooth and delicate beneath his fingertips. Jayce prides himself on being an observant person with things that he cares about. He’s just bewildered at how quickly Viktor became one of them. After their Hextech discovery, a soft interlude.

And makes me end where I begun | 1,340 | AppleSharon / @applesharonfiction

Summary: He allows his fingers to linger for a few seconds, feeling the tips of his ears turn red with embarrassment. Jayce smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Viktor wants to take his hands and pinch Jayce’s cheeks until he laughs — wants to tug at the corners of Jayce’s lips until he smiles. Just as Viktor learns not to flinch, Jayce stops touching him. Viktor doesn’t know what he did wrong. Short thing featuring touch-starved Viktor.

apple of my eye | 1,572 | maharlika / @maharlika

Summary: Viktor moves in with Jayce to live on his farm. Shenanigans ensue.

Window of Opportunity | 1,925 | thirty2flavors / @oodlyenough

Summary: “Jayce.” Viktor wriggles his shoulder as best he can under Jayce’s hand, which isn’t much. “If you squeeze any tighter you’re going to give me a bruise.”

Perfect | 3,402 | TheTrickyOwl

Summary: It only takes a single word for Jayce to take a risk.

Eight Pounds | 5,113 | Sinister_Queer

Summary: Jayce would do anything to keep Viktor happy - even dealing with the eight pounds of wrinkle and wrath that currently torments him in his own home. (AKA Jayce is tormented in his own house by his boyfriends cat.)

Combustion Reactions | WC | begaydocrimes10001

Summary: “I’ll… I'll get you some food,” Jayce said slowly after a moment. “I… it’s really good to see you awake, Viktor.” I don’t understand, thought Viktor as he gazed at Jayce’s completely open face. How could you feel that way? After everything I've done? (Jayce and Viktor don't disintegrate when they destroy Viktor's army. Viktor learns what it means to be taken by the hand and dragged into the light, whether he likes it or not.)

Beauty in imperfections | 1,214 | sb_essebi / @sb-essebi

Summary: Lying comfortably on top of Jayce’s much bigger body, Viktor lazily traces mindless circles on Jayce’s skin with his index finger, admiring the vast expanse of muscular chest under him. The very hairless, very smooth expanse of it. “Jayce?” “Hm?” Jayce’s eyes meet his, his left arm moving the notes he was reviewing out of the way. It’s all awfully domestic, really. Viktor isn’t sure what to make of it. “Do you shave or epilate? Or are you just bald? It doesn’t seem to grow back.” Viktor has a question. He ends up learning a few extra things along the way... in time.

the little death | 2,341 | AppleSharon / @applesharonfiction

Summary: The sound of water hitting the shower floor roars in Viktor’s ears. Viktor is alone in Jayce Talis’ bedroom. Jayce is in the shower.

you you you all the way down | 4,597 | whatnameshallitake

Summary: “Pass me the pliers?” Jayce asks, pinching a wire that Viktor feels to the tips of his toes. He puts down his own screwdriver and picks up the pliers. Jayce’s thumb rubs around the rubber mouth of this specific wire and— “Easy there,” There’s a huff of breath against his currently exposed circuitry that sends sparks of input in his processing unit. “Okay?” Viktor hears the gears of his pacemaker turn and turn in the silence. He swallows. A hundred words threaten to spill from his lips. 'Please. God. It’s been so long. I’ve missed you. Nobody knows me like you do. You make me feel alive. Touch me.' “Get on with it,” he manages. Or: Whenever he needs a hand, Viktor keeps coming back to Jayce. This is the aftermath.

All Imperfect Things | 4,635 | thedeathchamber

Summary: “Jayce, you’re staring,” he says tightly—no more than that, and he doesn’t know himself if he means to accuse, despite himself, or to entreat, please stop, I can’t bear it.

Wistful Sabotage | 6,403 | Red_Clegane / @redclegane

Summary: Someone is leaving gifts for Viktor around the lab. Viktor, on day four with no sleep, jumps to the logical conclusion. Someone is trying to sabotage them. Jayce is tired (but Viktor is exhausted).

Love was the Law | 6,756 | ruinthatboy / @teddyandrosie

Summary: “This is wrong,” Jayce rasped, his voice strained with torment, so unlike the Jayce that had left mere hours ago to dance and drink and make merry and maybe even make love to the beautiful Mel Medarda. “This is too far back, I shouldn’t be here—” This Jayce was like a wild animal, bearded and shaggy, furious and heartbroken. The huge weapon thudded to the floor once again, and Viktor finally dared to speak. “Jayce, is that… you?” Stewing in his loneliness, research assistant Viktor witnesses an Anomaly take place in the laboratory he shares with Jayce Talis, potentially altering life as they know it (or might never come to know).

the less i know | 6,890 | b_o_i

Summary: Jayce counts down the minutes as he listened to them talk about various professors and what "positions" they probably prefer. He’s mostly succeeding in blocking it out, until he’s jerked back into his body by the sound of one of the men saying Viktor’s name.  “Who?” A second one asks, “Oh—the one that works with Talis? Zaunite with the cane, right?”

You and me as a pair of first-order nonlinear differential equations | 7,554 | RedNightingale

Summary: “This is an on-going investigation,” she continues, not bothering to entertain Jayce’s excuse, “I showed you this because you’re my friend, and because I thought you may be of use due to your…” she struggles with the word, “past with Viktor. But this is in no means an invitation for you to take justice by your own hand.” “I’d never dare,” he says. “I mean it, Jayce.”

In His Language | 7,823 | AppleSharon / @applesharonfiction

Summary: Viktor nearly flinches. He cannot remember the last time someone touched him voluntarily. He cannot remember the last time he wanted to be touched this desperately. Jayce’s warm fingers trail down Viktor’s upper arm — humerus, Viktor’s mind corrects him mid-thought — as he pulls away and Viktor resists the urge to lean into Jayce’s touch. Jayce and Viktor learn how to communicate intimately with each other in their respective languages. It takes longer than it should, but they get there eventually.

[New Message] by Sinister_Queer

2 Part Series | Rated E | Total Words: 38,339

Part 1 Summary: Jayce, enjoying a night home alone, receives a series of salacious photos from his roommate, Viktor, who he absolutely totally does not have a crush on at all. Viktor, out with his friends, snaps a few sexy pictures to see if he can entice his roommate into being a little bit more. What could possibly go wrong? (AKA: Viktor sends some dirty pics and Jayce still can't get the fucking message.)

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Darkest Dungeon

Second Watch by Laylah

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Legends & Lattes

Scars & Sweethearts by Omnicat

Viv gets hurt and Tandri takes care of the injury.

The Locked Tomb

a hasty retreat by knave_of_swords

Ianthe comes across Harrow after the bathtub incident.

All the Things to Love About Naberius Tern by Griselda_Gimpel

Ianthe has to tell her fellow lyctors all her favourite things about Naberius Tern.

Anamnesis by historymiss

One of Silas’ few possessions is a gift from Colum.

Ancient Allies by T1ME

Harrow’s next construct: dinosaurs.

Found Family by Anonymous

Between Harrow the Ninth and Nona the Ninth, Ianthe thinks, mostly.

Live with it by AveTheNoulGuy

Harrow tries to resurrect Gideon.

The Mental Load by AWorldOfTrees

The OG cavaliers discuss their necromancers.

through silence & violence by TheFlirtMeister

Palamedes finds that Camilla has cut her hair. Set between Harrow and Nona.

Kraken

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When the universe resets, Dane discovers that his death didn’t stick. Naturally, he goes back to Billy.

Radio Gaga by misura

Dane is hit by a popgun.

[rockinlibrarian]

Anyway, I just read something that made me rethink tagging this. Before I was kind of embarrassed, like tagging people was begging for attention. But I read a let-fic-writers-know-you-like-their-stuff post and realized, WAIT a minute, if I DON'T tag people, how will they even KNOW one of their works made my Favorite Things I Read This Year list? Unless they happen to notice the new public bookmark on the fic in question that says so? And that doesn't even apply to the three people whose Inklings Challenge fics here on Tumblr made the list! (There's also a lot of traditionally published picture books on the list, whose authors also would not know this from an AO3 stat, but as far as I'm aware none of them are on Tumblr. Some of them are @literaticat's clients but that's as close as I get!)

So without further ado, here is everyone who has made my Favorite Things I Read This Year lists who have Tumblr handles I'm aware of or could find! (Some of these people are Mutuals, and some of them are people I have never interacted with on Tumblr whatsoever! So...surprise, stranger I tagged!) @destinyandcoins (already tagged on account of making this list AND inspiring something I made), @acetypeface, @historymiss (possibly the same person, I can't confirm-- if not, sorry for bothering you, other historymiss!), @stardustinyoureyes, @clementineofmine, @faithfulcat111, @writerfan2013, @non-plutonian-druid, @b-b-8, @rappaccini, @the-no-name-system, @measuredmisura, @raspberryhunter, @e-louise-bates, @1001paperboxes, @urbanamazon (also can't confirm this blog is the same person, sorry if not!), @scarvenartist, @fremulon (who, that is not their AO3 name, and when I saw it on their profile, I went "Hey! I've SEEN that Tumblr somewhere unrelated!"), @leng_m , @glassheadcanon, @bookshelf-in-progress ! Thanks, everyone, for adding to my reading enjoyment last year! If you're interested in reading only THESE lists, they start just past halfway down the blog post. If you're interested in a lot of picture book recs as well, they start a QUARTER of the way down. I'm a children's librarian: that's where the majority of my reading time goes during the year. :)

Hi there!

Do you enjoy reviews and recommendations of everything from picture books to fanfics to mildly psychedelic music?

Are you interested in half-coherent descriptions of possibly interesting library programs?

Do you like to listen to (read) me ramble?

Don't you want to know about the extreme middle-agedness of the person behind this blog?

WELL THEN, have I got the post for you!

It's exactly what it says! It's organized into nice lists with boldfaced items and headings in larger fonts! It has a lot of @sunnymarbles in it! It has quite a few of YOU (or at least people on Tumblr who may in fact not see this at all unless I tag them) on it, too, but likely just once each, for something you wrote! Except @destinyandcoins who is on there twice for different reasons! @dannypageoflight is oddly enough NOT in it! Sorry Dan! You have apparently done nothing interesting this year!

[starlightsearches]

Scoundrel

So my inbox decided to delete every request that I had, but lucky for me I actually copied them all down this time! Here’s three requests that I’ve combined into one story, hope you all love it!

Anonymous asked: Lol you reblogged a head cannon from @historymiss about kylo and his “scoundrel” skills and it is just so funny to think about, I’d love to read a fic by you about it. Maybe reader is some type of smuggler being hunted down by the first order and they get away but not before they impress each other with shady skills?

Anonymous asked: Ooh! How about a prompt? “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong” reader to kylo?

Anonymous asked: kylo x reader “is that blood?” “... no?”

Requests are closed ✨

Kylo Ren x Reader (no pronouns)

Warnings: some angst, language, mentions of sex pollen 😏, mild horniness, not a happy ending 🙁

There's no light at all in your hiding place, just the hard press of metal against your spine and the sound of your own breathing. You close your eyes, not that it changes the much, fill your lungs as quietly as you can manage and then hold your breath, listening closely to the sounds of footsteps as they move past you, the modulated mumbles of storm troopers as they head towards the exit of your ship. It's not easy to track their movements just by sound, but you don't think they found your stash, thank gods. If they all get off your fucking ship, you can be on your way in no time.

"Search completed, sir. No sign of the fugitives." You can just barely hear one of the troopers report to some silent supervisor, and your mind catches on the last word. Fugitives? Who were they looking for? Some people would pay a lot of credits for information like that. Despite its chaotic beginnings, today could still be a lucky one. You press your ear closer to the false wall that you hide behind, furrowing your brow in concentration.

"Complete searches of the rest of the ships, they’re here somewhere," there's a second voice now, and as soon as you hear it, ice floods your veins. You'd recognize that voice anywhere. Shit.

Your previous confidence in your hiding place leaves immediately, but you can't move, your sense of self-preservation still convinced that he might slip up this time. You're startled from that delusion almost immediately by a loud pounding sound, and then the panel covering your little shelter gives way to blinding light.

You land on your hands and knees with a loud smack, the impact driving spikes of pain through your bones. Someone—a trooper you assume—is on you immediately, yanking your hands behind your back. As soon as your eyes adjust, he's in your line of sight, filling your view with an expansive blackness.

"You again," he's crouched down beside you, the words almost quiet enough to be a whisper, and said with a kind of reverence that might only exist in your imagination. It's been a long time since you last saw Kylo Ren, but it feels like no time at all.

"We can't keep meeting like this, Commander," you reply, coating your words in a healthy level of sarcasm to hide any trembling that could break through, "People might think that you're in love with me."

He doesn't respond, because he never does, but he lifts his hand to your face, rubbing his thumb roughly against your cheek, the seam of his glove scraping against your skin. "Is that blood?" he asks in the same even tone, raising his hand to eye level; you can just barely make out the dark red smear against the black leather.

" ... No?" And then after a beat, "well, it's not mine." Nothing changes in the man before you, but you hear a modulated snicker from behind, and the trooper mutters an apology when Ren shoots him what you have to assume would be a glare if you could see the face behind his mask.

"Search them," Kylo Ren stands to his full height, and you follow close behind, yanked to your feet unceremoniously by the trooper. Some might find this situation humiliating, being cuffed and patted down on your own ship, but you're able to ignore it rather easily, choosing instead to keep your eyes trained on Ren. He returns your stare, his arms crossed tight over his broad chest, fingers flexing rhythmically against the swell of his biceps. No, being handled like this doesn't bother you at all, but you think it might bother him.

Your weapons are removed one by one, and it's a few minutes before the trooper is satisfied, attaching the cuffs to your wrists and giving you one final shove to signal the end of his search. "Should I take them back to the command shuttle?"

Ren stays silent, and your mind kicks in to lightspeed as you try to come up with a plan. If they got you off this ship, your chances of escape would diminish greatly. You'd need to stay aboard, but how? Fighting both of them wouldn't be an option, especially not weaponless. You'll have to make this up as you go and hope things play out in your favor.

"Leave the prisoner with me for interrogation," he says to the trooper, and you stifle a sigh of relief, "I'll need to search the ship again." You try to keep your emotions in check as you watch the trooper walk towards the exit, following him around the corner and out the door with your eyes. It's just you and Ren now. You could make this work.

He breaks the silence as soon as you're alone, plucking the thoughts right out of your head, "you're not going to escape."

"That's funny, I think you said that the last time we ran into each other," you keep your reply light, your tone laden with a healthy dose of mockery so he won't look any deeper. It's not easy to play tricks on a man with powers like his, which is why you've got to keep him distracted, uncomfortable. After all, this is your arena—he'll have to play by your rules.

He takes you by the shoulder, pushing you further into the ship with a shove that's probably meant to be harsh, but there's no heat behind it. "You can't get away from me," he says, more emphatically. His fingers press deeper into your shoulder, a heavy grip to emphasize his point, like that’s all it would take to keep you with him. He should really know better by now. 

You shrug out of his grasp with a little twist, turning to face him in the small corridor, chest to chest, your bound arms sandwiched between you, your own reflection staring back at you through the eyes of his helmet. "I wouldn't count on it, Commander. It's become a hobby of mine to prove you wrong." Your voice is barely a whisper, the heat of your breath creating little clouds of fog on his mask—you're closer than most would dare to be. It's dangerous, the way you get in his space, dangerous how you challenge him, but gods, do you like it. 

He chooses to ignore you again, refusing to take the bait, and instead continues his path down the hall, pulling you towards the cargo hold. It's mostly empty right now, with a few scattered transport bins littering the corners—just empty enough to fool any asshole who might try to poke their nose into your business.

"What are you hauling?" Ren asks, unconvinced by your sparse collection, searching the hold with slow, methodical movements.

"I don't know if you could tell, but I'm actually between jobs at the moment," you kick a crate of broken blasters to sell your lie, but it's clear he's not convinced as he walks the length of the hold, searching for any signs of hidden compartments. You take the chance to look around, as well, seeing if there’s anything that might aid your escape, or at least help you get the damn binders off. It’s a waste of time—there’s nothing in here for you, and even if there was, you wouldn’t be able to get to it without Ren noticing. You look back at him, just for a moment, checking to see if he’s distracted enough to ignore your scheming. By then it’s too late—you hear the sound of the panel lifting first, and it's only a second before he's opening the crate hidden beneath, too quick for the cry that rips from your chest but gets caught on the way out.

"Spice, really?" He reaches a gloved hand towards the container of the innocuous-looking yellow powder and your heart threatens to leap out of your throat, your feet moving towards him of their own accord.

"Don't touch that!" The words finally break free as you throw yourself at him—you don't really have a choice. The impact is hard, hard enough to upset his balance as he stumbles backward, catching you in his grasp, his hands gripping at your shoulders to steady you, too. You’re anchored in his arms, but your breathing is coming hard and fast, the adrenaline making home in your veins even if the danger has passed.

"Afraid I might contaminate your supply?" he whispers the question, the words coming low and mocking through the modulator in his helmet. He thinks it's his turn to get under your skin.

"That's not spice," you say, breathing hard, panic still coursing. "It's a highly potent kind of pollen used to, uh, stimulate arousal. Getting even the smallest amount of it on your skin or in your lungs can create an effect that lasts for weeks." He goes still against you, solid as stone, but you can feel his heartbeat running rampant through his body as he realizes the meaning of your words. Neither of you dare to move, afraid of worsening your already precarious situation, even though you’re well out of reach of the container. The tension has sucked all the air from the room and you stutter, trying to bring it back, "there's a king in the Kazyk sector who pays me good money to haul it for him."

"Is it contraband?" His gaze flits from you back to the powder, and then back again. Even though you can't see them, the pressure of his eyes weighs on you, bringing a heat to your cheeks.

"Depends on who you ask. It is expensive, highly coveted, and notoriously hard to transport. It can cause . . . complications when moved, if you're not careful."

"Complications?" You feel yourself flush, your entire body uncomfortably warm—the temperature control on your ship must be malfunctioning. It's only made worse by your proximity to Ren; you can feel his heat passing through the thick fabric he wears, smothering you.

"Do I need to spell it out for you, Commander?" You had wanted to mock him again, using his title like that, but the whisper that leaves your parted lips is absent of any ridicule, your words so soft and wanton that it sends a shiver up your own spine. You can't help but wonder if he's blushing under the mask—if his thoughts are currently consumed, like yours are, by images of bodies intertwined, heady moans passed between parted lips, his hands—ungloved—exploring every inch of you . . .

Your wrists tug against their restraints, unbidden. It's a good thing that you're still cuffed, because if they weren't, you're not sure what would stop you peeling back those layers he wears, taking off that stupid helmet, finally revealing his face. What would he look like, laid bare before you? What would it feel like to be encircled in his arms with nothing between you but desire?

You ball your fists, fingernails pressing crescents into your palms as you try to remove these thoughts from your mind, forcing yourself out of his grasp with a sharp tug, trying to breathe again. Gods, what is wrong with you? Some of the pollen must have gotten into the air and made its way into your system. You turn back, hoping to confirm your theory, but the little pile of yellow powder sits undisturbed, and the air in the cargo hold is heavy and still.

"Just put the lid back on it. I'm not hauling anything else," you command, and to your surprise, Ren obeys, replacing the cover on the container gently so as to not disturb the powder beneath. He grabs you again, by the arm this time so that he can keep his distance, thank gods, not that it helps you cool off—the heat stays trapped beneath your skin for much longer than you’d care to admit.

He takes you through the rest of the ship, stopping occasionally to open one of the many hidden storage compartments scattered throughout, cracking locks, breaking codes seemingly without even trying. He finds all of them—even the ones you made yourself, ones you were sure nobody would be able to locate without your help. It doesn't matter anyway; you were telling the truth before. You're not hauling anything else.

You lean against the wall, watching as he rips away the edge of another panel in the floor, finding it empty, and you roll your eyes. "Not to be a dick, but can't people like you just feel if I'm harboring fugitives on my ship?" He looks up at you, and you hope he can’t see the way you’re still shaking, hope he can’t feel any of the shame you’re trying so desperately to hide. You need him off your ship—no more complications, no more interference.

"People like me?" he asks, with the slightest hint of laughter, just barely detectable behind the modulation. So he does feel it—your embarrassment, the leftover yearning that you can’t seem to elude.

You roll your eyes again, as if the movement itself could create the nonchalance you’re trying so hard to mimic. You want to be annoyed at him. You want to be unaffected, cool despite what just happened. But it’s not working. "You know what I mean. Couldn't you just sense them?" 

"I know you're not hiding the people we're searching for,” he admits, sliding the floor panel back in place, “and I found all of these- "he gestures vaguely down the hall, the evidence of his handiwork littered along the corridor "-on my own." It’s hard to be sure when you can’t see his face, but you think he might be smug about it all. 

You furrow your brow, thoughts humming, trying to piece together this interaction in a way that makes sense. When that fails, you resort to mockery. 

“. . . So you've been ripping my whole ship apart for what? Just to show off?” Your heart jumps when you see him freeze—the physical changes slight, but not beyond your notice—a slow smile spreading across your face. You’ve got him now.

“You are trying to show off, aren’t you? I have to admit it, I’m impressed,” he stays where he is as you move closer, the visor of his mask trained on you, his muscles taut like he’s ready to run. Who would have thought that, in this scenario, you’d be the dominant one?

“That’s not-” he stutters—you can hear it through the vocoder, and you laugh, just a short, breathy thing. You shouldn’t let yourself get distracted from the goal at hand, but this is much more fun.

“No need to be embarrassed, I tend to have that effect on people. Everybody loves a scoundrel.” You flash him a cheeky smile, and he bristles, folding his arms over his chest again and standing to his full height. You can see the tension in him, practically pulling him apart. He wants to run from you. He wants to stay. 

“Not me,” he says like he wants to believe it, but you can’t miss the way his voice shakes.

“You especially, Commander. The Order and its people are far too proper for someone like you. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.”

The silence that follows your words fills the space, leaving little room for air. Maybe you’re hallucinating, but he might inch closer, his fingers twitching, maybe to reach for the latches in his helmet, maybe to bury them in your hair.

The sound of pounding footsteps against the durasteel floor shocks the breath back into your lungs, but even as the trooper dashes into view, Ren doesn’t pull away.

“Sir, there’s a problem,” the trooper huffs, and after a pause, Ren rips his eyes away from you. The trooper hesitates, now, realizing that he’s barged in on what probably looks to him like a private moment. “Uh, there’s a small band of Resistance fighters attacking the troops, we believe they’re here for the fugitives.”

Ren’s immediately on the move, his cloak snapping from the speed of his departure, and you and the trooper glance at each other for a moment before they follow after Ren, and you do too, curious to see the commotion. Despite his limited headstart, Ren seems to have vanished from the corridors of your ship, no trace of him at all, the only sounds echoing through the hallway coming from your own footsteps and the soft jingle of the trooper’s movements. 

The jingling. You’re almost to the door before you realize what that sound means, and you want to smack yourself. You can see the keys now, out of the corner of your eye. Escape had never been closer, and you almost missed it. You choose to ignore the voice in the back of your mind that reminds you about what had caused you to become so distracted. You don’t have time to think about it now. You have a plan.

The trooper startles when you yelp, tripping over nothing before you go sprawling, landing on the floor with a clang. You watch him from the ground as he stares back at you, hesitant, glancing towards the exit before his eyes fall to you again.

“A little help?” You sell it, make it look like a struggle as you try and fail to find your feet, but the trooper still doesn’t move just yet, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. Then he takes the bait.

“Thanks,” you mumble under your breath, falling into him as he pulls you to your feet, bracing yourself against the duraplast of his uniform before pulling the keys from his belt with a deft tug and tucking them into your palm.

He doesn’t even notice, running as soon as you're stable, and you follow behind, spinning the key in your palms angling it just right until you hear the snap of release. You catch the cuffs, trying to limit the noise they make as they fall from your sore and stiff wrists. You’re free. 

The trooper exits the ship immediately, off to help his comrades, but Ren is still by the door, deflecting the odd blaster fire. Most of the fighting is far past your ship, on the other side of the yard, but one or two stragglers have decided to aim his way. You watch from around the corner, listen as the sounds of fired shots ends with strangled cries. You move in behind him, getting close, holding the cuffs in place as best you can. 

“Looks like the fight has moved on without you,” you announce your presence, and he turns to look at you, but your eyes are on the saber, burning bright and wicked by his side. “Impressive, but not very useful long range. Blasters are more . . . versatile.”

He gives you a hard look—a searching look—before raising his hand, the fingers flexing in his gloves. Your blaster, the one the trooper pulled off of you earlier, nudges past you on its way to his hand and you jump out of the way, hardly noticing the smooth movement with which he fires, the bodies dropping even from this range as he shoots into the crowd with perfect accuracy.

You’ve never seen him in action like this before. Despite the number of times you had come face to mask with Kylo Ren, he’s never used his powers on you. Something about the realization is frightening.

“We need to leave,” he says, interrupting your thoughts, “back to my shuttle.” He’s looking at you again, head inclined, like it’s a question instead of a demand. And the stupidest part of you wants to go. You force that part of yourself to be quiet. 

He deactivates his saber, drops your blaster and reaches for you, his hand stretched out the same way it had only a few moments ago, but there’s none of the same power behind it; you still feel the pull.

“I know,” he says, and the cuffs fall from your hands because there’s no point in hiding anymore, “but . . .you still could-” he swallows hard enough for you to hear through the modulator, “-we still could . . .”

You walk towards him, your footsteps slow and even and he trembles, his fingers shaking again for an entirely different reason, and they don’t stop, not when they meet your waist, not when your hands grip both sides of his helmet, trying to find a hold against the cold metal.

“I’ll tell you what, Commander,” you say with a whisper, pulling him closer, close enough to rest your forehead against his, “I’ll go with you . . . the next time you catch me.”

It’s a smooth movement, unexpected—first you pull him close, pressing a kiss to the front of his mask, imagining the way his lips must be flushing in response, imagining what it would be like without the ridiculous apparatus in the way. He’s unbalanced, a little surprised, and when you push him back he doesn’t anticipate it, falling, flailing, until he lands with a thud in the soft mud outside of your ship.

“Until next time, Commander!” you call down to him as the hatch lifts, running to the cockpit as fast as your legs will carry you. You’re in a panic as you start up the ship, a shake in your hands that makes it hard to hit the right controls but you don’t stop until you hit lightspeed, trying your hardest to breathe.

You plug in the right coordinates and sit back in the pilot’s chair, brushing your hand across your cheek, picking up the stray moisture that lingers there. You don’t remember when the tears started. You’re not sure how to stop. It seems like today isn’t your lucky day after all.

[five-fic-recs]

Requiem by @historymiss (673 words)

Five buries his siblings. Short and (not so) sweet. 

“Dad has trained him to fight and kill and save the world. He hadn’t thought about what Five would need to bury his siblings. (At the end of the world, Number Five says goodbye to his family.)“

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: One Flesh, One End by historymiss

Title: One Flesh, One End Author: historymiss Canon: The Locked Tomb Pairing: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus Rating: General [G] Word Count: 7,123 Summary: A Pacific Rim au, because what are cavaliers and necromancers if not the ultimate drift compatible duo. Dedicated to

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[qualitydoggo]

do not speak of life day or anything in that show

BB-8′s orange trim is unique, right?

What if Poe painted him that way so they’d match when he was in his flight suit.

[juiice]

The Locked Tomb Fic Recs (1)

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

Ive read most of the tag at this point, so i figured I’d make one of these. I’m not as good as bookmarking them all though :(. I just pulled these out of my bookmarks and stopped when I got too many.

The criteria for this one is under 600 hits published before 2021. The theme is

... Character Study/Pre-canon!

(All fics under 5,000 words.)

Her Heart, Her Soul, Her Everything by Frostryn Rated: T

Long before they were born, Coronabeth and Ianthe's lives were planned out elaborately for them by their tutors and their parents. The path set out before them was exuberant and paved with gold. Twin necromancers, they would be, socialites who could entertain crowds using their magic during interhousal parties. That was the dream with which they had been conceived.

Would You Rather By Gardenvarietyunique  Rated: G

The game began the moment they heard the invitation. Would you rather spend an entire spaceflight listening to Magnus do his standup routine or be cursed to talk in only dad jokes? Would you rather lose the competition but win all the riches in the universe, or win Lyctorhood but never be able to go home again?

Under Your Skin by Pipistrelle Rated: T

Magnus and Abigail attend a rather ordinary social event on the Fifth.

   I think about this one often.

it's not the waking it's the rising by Darlingofdots  Rated: G

Camilla is five and she has decided that she is going to be a cavalier.

Good as Gold by Historymiss Rated: G

‘This is her body, moving down the aisles of skeletons and faithful like a little clockwork doll, dragging her parents behind her as if on a string. This is her blood, layer upon skeletonised layer, and her father’s blood, too, and her mother’s, her grandmother’s, an unending chain of kneeling black figures.’

+1

The Great Library of Mattress by gigantocellularis Rated: M

How did Gideon get hold of comic books, magazines and … other magazines on a planet where you can read anything you like as long as it’s a billion years old and boring?

[searchforthescars]

Bruh I just speedran through all your Arcane fics and the depth to which you get Vi is just great. I wish more people got that she's fucked up too but like. damn. Thanks for that!!!!!

aaahahahaha thank you, I'm thrilled you enjoyed all the fic (and sorry for the psychic damage!!!!). And yeah, hard agree, I think Vi's trauma and the way she displays the effects of it can easily be overlooked as "oh she's just a brawler" "oh she's just got anger issues," and I think that definitely flavored how she was treated as a child and also how the fandom reads her. She's got a lot of love to give, and she's also got a lot of hurt to process, and I hope we get to see it play out.

Also I hope you got a chance to savor the two fics I co-wrote with AO3 user historymiss - she's SUCH a talented writer, those fics are gold solely because of her!

[dr-ladybird]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Locked Tomb Trilogy | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Camilla Hect/Palamedes Sextus Characters: Camilla Hect, Palamedes Sextus Additional Tags: spoilers for harrow the ninth - Freeform Summary:

Camilla and Palamedes, and an unusual intimate moment.

(Because some quarters of the fandom have a startling lack of imagination)

GUYS. Someone actually WROTE Cam/Pal sex with Pal in his, er, current form!

Do any of my followers want to read this? Possibly not? Here it is anyway?

[dragonnan]

Mega Multi-Fandom Rec List Part 1

DISCLAIMER!!!

I will miss certain people; probably a lot of people. It’s inevitable.  3 reasons.  I haven’t read every fic in every fandom.  2, I haven’t managed to bookmark every fic out there.  3, I am not involved with every fandom.  The fandoms in my list are the ones I personally and currently am involved in which have enough fics to rec that they are worth the time linking below.

So bear with me.

4-ish - I tend to cling pretty tight to both hurt/comfort (whump) as well as canon.  I’m not hugely into romance save for maybe 1 or two couples and, again, I lean hard on whatever is either canon or VERY strongly implied OTP.  I don’t rec porn (nothing against it I just avoid it when it comes to anything that might have an underage audience).

Finally, anything I rec that may contain triggering subject matter I will tag as well as I can so heed the warnings where appropriate!

Note: I have also included some of my work below.  For a complete collection of my stories you can find them at the following links:   dragonnan’s Psych fics  dragonnan’s A03 fics

MCU

General Avengers Fic

part by part by lazywriter7  Tomorrow is another day by frostysunflowers  Not the Hero Type by dragonnan for SydneyWoo  Born Of The Same Impulse by GwendolynStacy Here We Are (Don't Turn Away, Now) by ScarletWitch7 (Character Death)  I'm Peter By the Way by Triscribe  Curbside Pick-up by Triscribe  Love is for Children by ClawR (BeatriceEagle) (Warning: Rape/non-con referenced)  Hugs in the Aftermath by F-117 Nighthawk (F117_Nighthawk) Did You Make it to the Milky Way to See the Lights all Faded by dragonnan  Break by blewoutthestars  Of Directions and Morning Runs by DinerGuy Something Old, Something New by Sokaless Pieces Of The Past by vespertineflora You'd Think That'd Be as Bad as it Gets, Right? by dragonnan Finite by cat_77 How You Get There from Here by dragonnan Blind Opening by Skysalla Remaking by MusicalLuna Next New Message by fabrega Comrades by Nefhiriel Give You Shelter by MusicalLuna for windscryer Survival Instinct by roguewrld Call Failed by Trickster88 It Starts Out Like an A-Word (As Anyone Can See) by Amy Steven Rogers and The Search For Freedom, written and illustrated by Clint Barton, age 32 by samalander  come on friends, get up now by jumpfall Poker Face by inkasrain Sed Diabolus by dragonnan, KitCat992 

Doctor Strange

Dawn of Red Skies by Aelaer getting to know you by merrywil Just Another Day in New York by dragonnan  interconnect by Phierie The Opening by Aelaer The Calm Before the Storm by Aelaer The Guilty Sorcerer by Linz2 Master of the New York Sanctum Has A Long Way To Go. by DoctorCube  A Night at the Museum by shyday Sympathy for the Devil by shyday  Tomorrow by Anonymous There Really Should be Instructions by TooMuchTimeinSpace Two To Kathmandu by shyday Friendship by Fiannly Symbiotic by ValmureEld Magic Sucks by ValmureEld The High Cost of Dying by dragonnan  Off Kilter by Spartapuss Dirty Bandage by Cumbermarvel (UglyJackal) on lost causes by jdphoenix the most impossible thing of all by GrimRevolution Once is Coincidence, Fives Times Means You Should Only Use the Plastic Cups by Piplover strange happenings by GrimRevolution A Day of Firsts by NewSoul One Hundred Years or More by letscallitink  It's Getting Easy Not to Suffer All the Time by dls  The Doctor Is Out by ElenaCee  Day Doctor by whitchry9 The Accords by ElenaCee  The Price of Magic by ElenaCee  Dumb Ways to Die by Era_Penn  Like an Old Coat by ValmureEld Eidetic by Linzerj Bargain by Elycien Pain Management by INMH The Way that We Fall (and Get Back Up) by dragonnan (Non-con, Unwanted Sexual Contact)  

Iron Man

Sealed Records by iTony (Warning: Rape/non-con)  Tony Said 'No' by AnonEhouse (Unwanted Sexual Contact)  Human Resources by OracleGlass Miscellaneous is Always the Largest Category by splash_the_cat Of Pressure by destronomics What Here Shall Miss by sheafrotherdon Simple Math by dragonnan Gone Too Soon by Zelos 9/11 by spockside What It Was Like, What Happened, And What It's Like Now by historymiss All the Anger That They Eat by ClawR (BeatriceEagle) Live Through This (Every Day) by tessercat (nekonexus)  Take a Drink by cydonic Five Times Pepper Potts Took Care of Tony Stark (and One Time Tony Stark Took Care of Her) by zauberer_sirin Keep Calm and Carry On by angelskuuipo Eleven Other Bathrooms by PutItBriefly

Irondad & Spiderson

For Pete's Sake! by KitCat992  Identity Theft by KitCat992 topsy turvy by iron_spider ... and when you can't crawl ... by JolinarJackson, Shoyzz  The Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With an Anti-Vaxxer in the Street by caraminha The Scorpion's Web by Capstar98 Soul of Wit by YellowDistress Being Alive (is different than living) by silentsaebyeok  Career Day by superhusbands4ever (Potterwatch97) Borrowed Time by grilledcheesing Reviving Peter Parker by YellowDistress In Case of Emergency by aliaoftwoworlds A Sailor Went to Sea by YellowDistress Too Close to Home by xxx_cat_xxx  Long Term Borrowing by ironfamjam If You Listen You Can Hear the Ibis by YellowDistress  Conundrums Like These by YellowDistress limits of my heart by MayWilder (Character Death)  call you home by Madelinedear (2 story series)  Not This One by Princessfbi 36th & Main by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) 5 Times Peter Fell, and Tony caught him. And the 1 Time Tony didn’t. by eva7673 five and one by cinnamontoastcronch  The world is brighter than the sun now that you're here by CamelotQueen  The Less Than Secret Life by YellowDistress Vox Nihili, Vox Populi by Huhsuabee Sweet Potatoes & Stitches by whumphoarder let our battles choose us by darksideofmyroom Promotions Aren't Always A Good Thing by agib (Child Abuse and Violence)  the way i get by by electricindigo Promises by Sandylee007 Exploding Head Syndrome by foolscapper  Sleeping As I Walk by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (Warning: Rape/non-con)  Time Shifting Weight by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (Warning: Rape/non-con) 

Guardians of the Galaxy

Best Laid Plans by Sholio Coming of Age by SimonDigimonroe (orphan_account) (Warning: Rape/non-con)

Series

Being Alive (is different than living) Series by silentsaebyeok:  The lines between life and death become blurred for Peter Parker and his family and friends when Thanos snaps his fingers. But living again when you were once dead? Well, that’s the hardest part. Peter finds that surviving and living are two very different things. It’s a cruel and unfortunate thing to discover.  don’t help them to bury the light (Part 1)  would you help me to carry the stone? (Part 2)  itchy feet and fading smiles (Part 3)  open your heart, i’m coming home (Part 4) 

Being Human Series by Jaune_Chat:  For reasons of his own, Loki gives Tony’s AI, Jarvis, a human body. What Tony didn’t expect was to find himself trying to teach humanity to someone he’d programmed with his entire life.  Genius (Part 1)  Priorities (Part 2)  Home (Part 3)  Experience (Part 4)  To Sleep, Perchance to Dream (Part 5)  Something Like a Father, Something Like a God (Part 6)  Naming of Names (Part 7)  Where Sea Meets Sky (Part 8)  Purpose (Part 9)  Birthday (Part 10)  Trials of Man (Part 11) 

Fade Away Series by dragonnan: (Unwanted Sexual Contact/ Past Rape Referenced)  The past has that annoying way of coming back when you least expect it. Fades to Gray But Never Away (Part 1) That Little Grey Area (Part 2)

Part 2: Sherlock (BBC and RDJ Films), Psych, and Doctor Who

[kneworder]

Hey! 

I made a (pretty long and possibly out of control) list of (mostly) Five-centric fanfic recs, so if anyone’s interested, here it is!

(pretty much all of them contain spoilers, so beware!)

Umbrella Academy Fanfiction Recs:

* = my favorites

**= PLEASE READ THIS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

One-Shots

this is a bad town (for such a pretty face) by luciimariiellii (3747 words)*

Set in the apocalyptic future, shows the Hargreeves ghosts reacting to seeing Five again after 17 years, interspersed with their reactions to his earlier absence

Covered in Ash, Covered in Glass by Qpenguin98 (8359 words)*

Five character study! Goes through time before and after canon.

Stages of Decomposition by telm_393 (3249 words)*

Five’s time through the apocalypse.

falling backwards by syncwhispers (2770 words)*

Series of vignettes documenting Klaus’ time in Vietnam and Five’s time in the apocalypse. Later focuses on sibling bonding!

Requiem by historymiss (673 words)*

Five buries his siblings. Short and (not so) sweet.

A Little Whiskey Goes a Long Way by Zyla (3360 words)

Drunk Five and sad Klaus, with a little Diego towards the end.

Blood Like Lemonade by Ford_Ye_Fiji (2860 words)

Klaus being able to see ghosts is especially interesting when his brother just so happens to be an incredibly prolific assassin

PB & MM by M3xxaTh3M3z (2739 words)

Goes into Five and Vanya’s relationship as kids, and takes another approach at Vanya being ordinary. (Five sees her lack of powers as a kind of freedom, in a a way, which I thought was fascinating)

Multi-Chapter

Complete

6 Times Five Helped Out His Siblings… by kbaycolt (8402 words, 7 chapters)*

I am a sucker for 5+1 (or 6+1, in this case) and this does it justice. Exactly what it says on the tin.

Blink by Lady_Origami (10,294 words, 3 chapters)

Five and PTSD, includes Five, Klaus, and Ben bonding! (Also classified under The Sky Weeps series, so related to The Moon Laughs)

you're the only one who knows by WeWalkADifferentPath (3459 words, 2 chapters)

Corporeal Ben finds Five in the library, and bonding ensues!

Partners, Parents, or None of the Above by DarkFairytale (20,616 words, 2 chapters)

Numerous times that people have mistaken Klaus and Diego for a couple (and often, Five as their son)

Ongoing

(All word counts are as of 3/22/19 and are subject to change)

(Chapter count is specified if an end chapter count is given, otherwise chapter count is omitted)

An A-Z Of the End of the World by historymiss (5305 words 20/23 chapters)*

Drabble series giving insight into Five’s character at different points in time.

The Moon Laughs by Lady_Origami (52,046 words)**

One of my absolute favorites, as this one has both all the great character-study elements I love, and a really compelling plot. Essentially: Five in a Groundhog Day loop of the 8 days in canon. Takes its time, explores the characters, in multiple iterations. Heartbreaking, hilarious, just… fantastic. Highly recommend.

A Snippet of Time by Milu_i (4338 words)

Series of Five-centric one-shots/fics, only 2 chapters so far, but both have been good!

An Eye For An Eye by dgalerab (23,626 words)*

Set post canon, picks up where season 1 left off. Fun twist in chapter three, I’m excited to see where it goes!

Blessed be the boys time can't capture by thebatmandiaries (7812 words, 6/10 chapters)

-blurb contains comic spoilers!-

Blends comic canon and show canon by rewriting the show with the added comic detail of Five having implanted serial killer DNA from the Commission

Falling Forward Into Orbit by Roserayrose (9119 words)

Five returns to 2019 after only 2 months in the apocalypse. Things are the same, but everything is different.

I Missed You Idiots by Allwalkfree (3557 words)

Klaus finds Five making a cake for Ben’s ‘birthday,’ and it’s bittersweet.

mirror, mirror by screechfox (5701 words)

Picks up from the end of season 1, except instead of everyone becoming young again, they’re faced with their young selves. Essentially, adult Hargreeves are all sent back to 2002.

Relearn, Restart by emavee (8982 words, 4/15 chapters)

Vanya survives the apocalypse, and is forced to reconnect with a furious Five.

run (because you know you cannot hide) by e_va (6643 words)*

Only one chapter so far, but it gets off to a great start. The Commission decides to kidnap Five’s family to exploit his *one* weakness. Original villain is surprisingly interesting? This coming from someone who never likes OCs in fanfic, he’s pretty cool. Characterizations are great!

Shingaling by LWF (3658 words, 2/3 chapters)

After the apocalypse is averted, Five, Diego, and Vanya go to clean up Harold Jenkins’ corpse.

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Thai Food by slightlyworriedhuman (5574 words)

The Hargreeves family finally gets a firsthand look at the violence Five has become capable of, thanks to the Commission.

the desperation murmur of a heartbeat by slytherincosette (9386 words)*

Five doesn’t run into the apocalypse at 13. Instead, he takes his siblings (sans Luther) and runs away from home at 16. (Gets extra points for Green Day quotations… what can I say, I’m weak for Green Day)

two can be as bad as one by myeyesarenotblue (1715 words, only 1 chapter so far)

Power swap!

how we react (and how we recover) by shamefulshameless (13,123 words, 1/2 chapters)**

I think this is the only non-Five-centric fic on this list but… damn. Entirely in Dave’s perspective, chronicles his and Klaus’ relationship. Now, I usually don’t like shipfic, but this had me Crying in the Club because it’s so beautiful. Highly recommend.

Series

the odds were never in our favor by aletterinthenameofsanity (27,442 words total, 7 works)**

Okay so it’s a Hunger Games crossover, and if that doesn’t sound like something you’d like, hear me out. It’s actually fantastic? So far, there are 7 installments and every one is beautifully haunting. Portrays each sibling as a previous victor, and crosses over with Catching Fire and Mockingjay. Hands down, my favorite work in this fandom. Just… please read it, it’s so good.

old dog, old tricks by Soulykins (27,823 words total, 9 works)

After living in the apocalypse for over 40 years, Five doesn’t adjust well to no longer having to just survive. Series centers on his family learning more about his issues and helping him through them.

Out Of Time by Devilbaby (4368 words total, 4 works)

Series of short interactions between Five and his family.

you've walked all these miles (and now you're in the right place) by slytherincosette (3813 words total, 2 works)

Five makes it home to his 16 year old siblings after four years in the apocalypse.

((((also My Immortal but it's The Umbrella Academy by speedythief which is easily recognizable as crack for anyone who knows my immortal but it’s hilarious and I couldn’t not include it))))

Please read these! There’s so much talent in this fandom, and I know I’m leaving stuff out, but these are just the ones that I’ve found so far, and they’re all fantastic!! 

[ao3feed--reylo]

This Is How You Lose The Star War

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2HtrKJR

by historymiss

Letters between Rey and Kylo Ren post-TLJ, inspired by This is How You Lose the Time War.

Words: 553, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars)

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: yes the title came first, probably gonna write a few of these so stay tuned, with apologies to max gladstone and amal el-mohtar

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2HtrKJR

[storybookhawke]

Fic Rec Friday #27

Anders-Angst Edition :D ---> these are truly stunning fics

Spirit Healing by daggerpen (G, 811, solitary confinement/starvation mention, angst) Summary: Cole meets Anders.

Enchanters by Abyssiniana (G, 1.4k, solitary confinement, angst, suicide attempt) Summary: Madness does not come unless you prepare it a good welcoming party.

A Compromise by loquaciousquark (G, 6k, Justice-centered, tragedy, Hawke Kills Anders) Summary: For all the time Justice spends with mortals, mortality remains a concept beyond him. A still life study of one who does not die.

Animagus by The_Arkadian (G, 1.5k, angst, shape-shifting, abuse mentions) Summary: In which Anders forgets that once he flew.

A World So Full Of Beauty by historymiss (G, 670, talks about love, Justice, not that angsty, justanders) Summary: [Justice asks Anders about love.]

[five-fic-recs]

An A-Z Of the End of the World by @historymiss (7080 words 26/26 chapters)*

Drabble series giving insight into Five’s character at different points in time.

“An alphabet of drabbles exploring everyone’s favourite cranky middle aged teen”

[somebodyneedsjesus---itsme]

#potoo man potoo man does whatever a potoo can #is he great? listen bub #he can dilate his pupils to two different sizes which is really weird looking (via historymiss)

This is all I’m good for

The one idea I have managed to put into words is this entirely self-indulgent nonsense for copperbadge‘s Lovelace the Demented Cyborg Owl fic series, because I knew exactly which school was coming over

“I would like to formally question the educational value of this field trip.”

Wolverine was, by this point, basically ignoring everything that came out of Quentin Quire’s mouth. It had been a long bus ride from Westchester, and answering questions from mouthy adolescent sidekicks wasn’t going to make it any shorter.

Quentin, undeterred by silence, starts counting reasons on his fingers.

“I mean, 1. we don’t actually have a formal science curriculum besides ‘whatever Henry McCoy feels like teaching’-”

“-Professor McCoy.” Idie corrects Quentin quietly from where she’s sitting, looking out of the window at the city around them.

“Professor McCoy, fine,” Quentin continues, only mildly distracted, “but 2, birds? Exotic birds at that? When is that ever, ever going to be useful?”

Wolverine’s eye twitches. He stands up.

“Okay kids, raise a hand anyone who has animal-themed powers or has fought an animal-themed supervillain.”

Half the bus- including Logan himself- raises their hands. Iara Dos Santos gives Quentin a huge, toothy grin.

“Ain’t so much Natural History as Know Your Enemy, kid.” Wolverine sits down again. “You’ll thank me when you’re fightin’ Potoo Man.”