#seriously send me fic recs!

[mikakuna]

Hi! :) I realized turnabout is fair play so this is me asking for any jason fic recs you might have for me.

Have a wonderful weekend! 💕

hey, yeah of course!! this list is gonna be mainly angst and whump, with some fluff! check the tags of each fic so you don't end up reading something you don't want to see!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54591685

Jason struggles with expectation and reality; what Superman had been for Dick, what he could have been for Jason, and the nothing that he ultimately was.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54688366

Jason finds the younger Arkham Knight version of himself held captive by the Joker below Arkham.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1328723

basically a series where jason escapes an abusive relationship and meets roy (protective batfam!! and small jason bc no capes au)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2962401

a series of stories within the same time line, exploring jason's history as a victim of human trafficking and child sexplotiation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53281042

an exploration of jason's parental figures

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54121165

Jason falls. Of course, he falls. Bruce wasn’t holding onto him. (a fic that delves into jason's expectations of bruce as a parent and how he struggles to prove his worth as bruce's new child)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15320190

an exploration of jason and dick's brotherhood:

Following his disastrous confrontation with Jason in New York, Dick can't get the note Jason sent him upon leaving out of his head. He talks it over with his psychiatrist friend Clancy and comes to a horrifying realization: it's not emotional manipulation. It's Jason trying to cash in on a promise Dick made to him long ago. A promise to always be there for his little brother.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52453172

roy's perspective of jason's relationship with the bats

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53536696

bruce, during and directly after jason's death (gore warning but also ABSOLUTELY heartbreaking omg)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33947401/chapters/84421471

Bruce is racing across Ethiopia to save his son. Bruce is fighting in the Batcave to stop his son. Bruce is 34 years old. Bruce is 39 years old. Then Bruce is looking at ...Bruce. Uh oh.

(a time travel fic where bruce and jason, on the day of his death, find themselves in front of bruce and jason from five years in the future)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26820559

married jaykyle wherein kyle has some words for bruce after the events of rhato 25

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23062525

cute jason/joseph wilson multi-chapter fic where jason is also mute (from the batarang) and he learns what love is

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46774495

Jason survives Ethiopia and returns home; this is the beginning.

(GENUINELY DEVASTATING like i cried omg.. i won't spoil anything but definitely read!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38173990

Batman finds and apprehends the Red Hood after he attempts to murder the Joker, then surrenders him to the mental health facilities of Arkham Asylum. This is the best way to prevent more deaths, and it's also in the best interest of the Red Hood, who is clearly unstable.

Insane criminals cannot be permitted to walk the streets of Gotham. Certainly not ones raised by the Batman. Not under any circumstances.

(disturbing content; jason is abused at the hands of the staff in arkham asylum and is in a state of overmedication throughout the entire fic, amazing fic but read the warning tags carefully!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45156520

a fic in which jason has dissociative identity disorder

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[wynnyfryd]

it’s been a minute since i read a fic that hurt my feelings and wrecked my shit

[mdverse]

hey this is so random hahah, but have you read "my heart's a leather jacket i'm waiting to give to someone sweet" on ao3? it's my favorite brittana fanfic. essentially though, it's just badass!brittany (worn out leather jacket, bloody knuckles, yk) and santana falling in love and there is NO fanart of it whatsoever. i was just thinking, if you ever run out of inspiration and need something new to draw, i would literally dieee if you made brittana fanart of that, i've been searching the entire web lmao. okay sorry for the rambling, just an idea!

hi! i have not read that fic yet (i did not know it existed) (tbh i have not read a good brittana fic in. too long. i really don't know that many lol) but consider me intrigued!! i do love the sound of badass!brittany, so i'd love to add fanart of the fic to my art to-do list lol

my brain is so full and jumbled these days so i probably won't read it just yet (i'm genuinely so determined to write vb au fic so i'm desperately trying to keep my head in that world until i at least finish my first draft lmao) but thank u sm for the rec, i'll try to check it out at some point over the summer :)

[landwriter]

i would like to make my first fic rec post:

Maybe sprout wings by @moorishflower - M - 91K - Complete There's a dead man in The Dreaming.

Hob Gadling navigates life after death, falling in love, friendship with otherworldly entities, and ravens. A retelling of a story about stories. A study of a complicated man.

[themcytficrecs]

Dirges in The Dark by WixWrites (@twodiamondhoes)

Rated M, 57k words (with 5/11 chapters so far), Hermitcraft / Traffic fic in a fantasy western/cowboy au! Features Jimmy/Tango and Grian/Scar with alternating povs!

This fic was written with the Hermitshipping Big Bang of 2023, so it is completely written and is being updated weekly!

I went looking for a good cowboy fic, and got sucked in by the absolute mystery and intrigue that this fic offers. The slow reveal of details, the hints that you're given by all the things that go unspoken, the prose itself with the beautiful details and the wonderful characterizations of the different povs... it's all so good.

I am very excited to see how it ends, and I'm certain it's going to be one of the fics I reread very often.

[idk-bruh-20]

Have you read “Burying Grounds” by Blondsak? It’s so angsty but sooo good! What happens is Tony, Pepper, and Peter are kidnapped and while Tony is fine, Pepper and Peter are buried alive. There’s only enough time for Tony to save one person

I HAVEN'T READ THIS YET ooooh gosh I'm so fucked I will literally never escape this fandom that sounds so good

Burying Grounds

by blondsak

[bettsfic]

betts you 1000000% have been the writer of the Brainrot fic. also, there is nothing more than i love than sending recs!! off the top of my head, there's "dioecy" by eternalbrook (this one has a lil scene at the end that whooped my ass like it's never been whooped), "the Kinslayer & his Dreamer" by helaemond (she also has a darkfic & an OF AU which are all, affectionately, fucking INSANE), "papillion" by ladybundle, "leucoma salicis" by inclination, the entire "crisis of my faith" series by

brokentombstone, catalystcomet has 3 incredible fics for them (my fav is "the gift"), and all of missatomicbomb's fics for the pairing are also brilliant (fav is "hunting season"), along with a bunch of gems i'm probably missing and will frantically send over later. i know that was a lot to bombard with all at once but people have really been popping off! also mmmotionnn, jinniwiin, DIANAII__ on twitter have some stunning art for them (among so many others!) thank you for indulging me betts!

agh sorry for the delay posting this! i like to make sure i have everything in my marked for later list so i don't lose it (historically when people send me recs i sometimes have a hard time finding them again on my blog, so i like to make sure i have everything saved *before* i post) and things have just been busy. but! i have them all marked now and they all look amazing and i can't wait to dig into them! my favorite tag of the bunch is "sinister caretaking."

i can definitely see myself getting into this ship/fandom, maybe not as a writer because i'm so awful at canon fics* and this seems like a hard ship to make into a modern au (but i'm doing it now for rexsoka so who knows anymore) but i'm thrilled to read for it!

*i recently reread my jaime/myrcella got fic and wow for someone who never read the books idk how i managed the canon details there. definitely an anomaly.

thank you for these recs!

[ariadynamics]

I've been so swamped with IRL stuff, I haven't gotten a chance to show off what my bestie made for me!

@saltandpepperbox created a podfic of my Ilierre fic, a ride home in the dark.

Listen to her podfic here: [podfic] a ride home in the dark

She did such a wonderful job, and it's WILD to hear my words out loud.

Thank you, bestie. Love you!

[kyooongie]

Have you read felon by whimsical ness?? It's too good, I reread it constantly and always dream about every possible ending 🤣 And I lovvvee to be replaced by biaswreckingfics!!! I'm pretty sure I've also read all of the bbh fics on here so if you have any recs I'm all ears too LOL I'm literally considering making an aff account just to get more bbh fics

aaaa thank u so much for the recs! they look great and ill read them tonight!! you can check my fic rec tag, but since this is a pretty new acc, i only have the ones ive read recently/found directly through tumblr and not on fic rec lists/by search or anything. i read the bulk of them before i decided to start cataloguing them in anyway so theyre basically lost forever lol T__T im not kidding i looked for 40 mins just now trying to find a fic where baekhyun is a fashion designer and helps u pick out a dress for a date while being super jealous and turned on the whole time but i literally. could not find it. omfg. sorry i cant link it LMFAO but ummm if u find it read it ! its my fav one lol crying.

anyways. AFF. i made an acc back in like 2015 and then proceeded to avoid the website like the plague for the past eight years (EIGHT YEARS???) bc i hate it for some inexplicable reason... im an ao3 girlie personally. i did go on it last night tho tbh bc im just at that point

[vivwritesfics]

A Swing and a Miss

Crazy golf with the boys

Landoscar x reader

I'm in such a landoscar//poly-fic mood rn (pls send me thoughts/requests/recs)

"I'm gonna kick your asses," Lando said to Y/N and Oscar as they approached the first hole.

F1 drivers were insanely competitive, both on and off the track. Y/N should have realised they were going to all be in competition together when she suggested crazy golf to blow off some steam.

It was a sunny day, a seaside town. The crazy golf place had way too many different themes, from animal safari to pirates cove and the Jurassic age. There were at least twenty five holes, all of them spiralling out away from a bar that sat in the middle. This was shaping up to be a fun day.

Oscar went first, since it was his rookie season. It had taken Y/N a hot minute to convince Lando to let him go first. The golfer was buzzing - Y/N had to wrap her arm around his waist to keep him there.

The first hole was in the animal safari part of the course. It was incredibly simple, with it being the first hole and all. There were no obstacles, just a couple of plastic lions to the side.

Oscar was no golfer. Lando watched in pain as he missed the hole again, and again, and again. It should have been an easy whole in one (at least for Lando).

"Oh, Osc," Y/N laughed at she wrote a five on the score card. "Baby, that was..."

"Shut up," he groaned as he strode back over, letting an impatient Lando began his turn. "I don't spend my my spare time golfing, like you nerds."

Y/N snorted as she wrote down Lando's very low score. "We're not nerds, Oscar. We're civilised."

It was Landos turn to snort. "Sure we are, cupcake." He smacked her ass as she walked up to the hole, taking the score card from her hands.

Y/N did it in two easy shots and the three moved onto the next hole. For this one, you had to hit it through a snakes mouth for it to come out in the ideal place.

Again, Oscar went first. Again, Oscar did terribly. The Aussie was was visibly tense as he walked back over to his partners.

As Lando took his go, Y/N pit her things down and placed her hands on Oscars broad shoulders. "Baby, relax," she said as she rubbed. "You're all stiff and locked up. You need to be loosey goosey, baby. Loosey goosey."

Loosey goosey. Oscar could do loosey goosey. He watched Y/N (there was no point watching Lando, who took golf way too seriously. He played much more than Y/N and, when they played together, they didn't get much golf done). He watched as she played down her pink golf ball and swung.

Her ball went straight through the snake and out the other side, appearing just beside the hole. When Oscar had tried he'd hit the side of the opening several times before giving up and hitting around it.

For the next few holes, Oscar was still trying to get into the swing of things. He was doing better, definitely, but he was still oh so many points behind Y/N and Lando.

"Drinks?" Lando suggested as they finished the safari section of the golf course.

He left Y/N and Oscar as the first of the jurassic holes as he went to get them drinks. Only beer that'll last them most of the course. When he walked back over Y/N had her hands wrapped around Oscar, helping him to putt. It was an adorable site, one Lando couldn't take his eyes off of.

Not only adorable. It was funny, too. Lando was taller and broader than Y/N, who was having a hard time wrapping her arms around him.

"We're not telling Lando about this, right?" He asked as he watched his ball roll into the hole.

"Of course not," Y/N replied and she reached up to kiss him.

Lando stood back for a moment, letting them have their moment. As Oscar pulled away from her he stepped forward, placing the drinks on a barrel beside the hole. "You two having fun?" He asked as he set himself up to take his shot.

"Yep," Y/N answered, her voice a higher pitch than usual. "Yep, did it in three shots as well. All on his own."

Oscars elbow hit Y/Ns arm, giving her a soft jab to tell her to shut up. But, when Lando laughed, he realised he knew. Lando knew what they had done. And he wasn't saying anything.

As Y/N took her go, Lando wrapped his arms around Oscar. Even with their height difference, Lando was always stood behind Oscar, holding him that way. The boys watched as Y/N hit the golf ball towards the hole.

The three of them drank their beers as they moved from hole to hole. When they moved from the jurassic section to the pirate seconds, Y/N let Oscar carry her golf club as she jumped on Landos back. "Thanks, Lan," she said and kissed his cheek as he walked.

When Lando put her down, he demanded a proper one, not just one on the cheek. And then he insisted she give Oscar a kiss for good luck.

Towards the last four holes, the competition got fierce. There was cheating involved, Lando using his foot to block their balls and Y/N hitting their balls into the shallow water that surrounded the holes.

The day was a day full of joy and laughter. There was a point where Oscar wrapped his arms around Y/N and lifted her up just before she took her shot.

"And our loser is," Y/N began as soon as they had finished the last hole and given back their clubs. "Oscar Piastri!" She called and clapped.

"Well done, Osc," said Lando as he kissed the side of his head.

"Yeah, yeah," Oscar muttered as he turned his head to kiss him properly.

Y/N cleared her throat, regaining the boys attention as she read out the next score. "In second place we have me," she said as the strode forward to give her a kiss on each cheek. And then she got a proper kiss from each of them.

"And the winner is Lando! But, seriously, did we expect any difference."

"No," Lando said as he grinned. He two got kissed by his boyfriend and his girlfriend. To celebrate properly, the day was filled with whatever Lando wanted to do. Which meant more golf, a nice dinner and a night in the bedroom, without much sleeping.

[kitchenisking]

August Fic Rec

My loves, just a quick reminder that all the rec are tagged at the bottom for easy access to the rest of my recs. and lets not forget to send love to our writers with comments and kudos❤️

to be with those I like by sheafrotherdon - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,323, sterek)

It's Deaton who tells Derek that Stiles is back in town, a broken marriage behind him, his daughter in tow.

Fixer Upper by Arsenic - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 39,169, sterek)

After the events of 5a, Stiles is estranged from Scott--and by association, the pack. Derek is off finding himself, or, at least, Germany and some other places. There's a lot of texting and post cards and then Derek comes back to find Stiles missing. Worse, nobody seems to remember Stiles existing.

"Here's to the best and most unconventional decision ever made in Vegas." byEvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 917, sterek)

The last thing Stiles expected when he woke up was to be in bed with Derek. Actually, scratch that. The last thing Stiles expected when he woke up was to be married.

Howl Ya' Doin' ? by wanderingeyre - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 14,196, sterek)

The first few posts of “Howl Ya Doin’?” were just Stiles talking about being a human in a werewolf pack. Then Derek accidentally walked in on Stiles live streaming and Stiles pulled him into an impromptu Q&A about being a born wolf. That video went viral, much to Derek’s horror and Stiles’s barely concealed glee.

Heart's on Fire by julietangel - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,696, sterek)

Stiles should have known it was him, but he blames the games for distracting him from his soulmate.

Torn Apart and Set Anew by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Mature, Words: 18,681, sterek)

“Someone’s here,” Stiles whispered, feeling weirdly numb.

The metal latch clicked. With ice filling his lungs and his fingers shaking terribly, Stiles swiveled his head in the direction of a window and froze for a beat of a second.

There was a face behind the glass.

Forgettable and plain, but at the same time familiar face.

Hello by nightlight9 - (Rating: T, Words: 9,725, sterek)

Stiles calls Derek's cellphone years after having no contact, leaving voicemails for the werewolf though there is never a reply. Then when the number becomes disconnected, Stiles has to venture back to the home that they had build together before he left in order to find out what has happened to the man he loved. The answer is not what he expects, and it makes him evaluate what he left behind.

Deputized by WhoNatural - (Rating: T, Words: 2,423, sterek)

dep·u·tize verb temporarily act or speak as a deputy. synonyms: stand in for, sit in for, fill in for, cover for, substitute for, replace

”"He’s too old for you," Derek grunts, and, shit - Stiles looks indignant.

I Trust You by buckysharons - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,052, sterek)

stiles let’s derek feed off of him for the first time

Neon Flashing Signs by Karla_Kattz - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 13,799, sterek)

“I don’t know, it’s just…” Derek trails off. “Me being in a room full of alphas?” Stiles tries to help out with words. “Yeah, but… but not only?” Derek sighs. Stiles waits patiently for his boyfriend to gather his thoughts. “You know, I’m always protective of you, but my wolf, it’s never been that anxious. I can’t describe it better.” “We aren’t in a life or death situation. It’s just a Convention. I’ve met other alphas before, plenty of them and sure, I haven’t met them all at once, but still. Plus there are other omegas too,” he tries to resonate. “And I can look after myself. I’m not a damsel in distress.” Seriously, Stiles is a smart omega, raised by a Sheriff. He’s a master of small talk. What can possibly happen, right?

——— Where the pack attends a Werewolf Convention and nothing of what happens was on Stiles‘ bingo card.

[wynnyfryd]

💖 2024 Steddie Fic Recs 💖

@thefreakandthehair and i were talking about how so many of the fics we can name off the top of our heads are from right after the show came out because we were still actively making rec lists back then, so:

in no particular order i present to you an incomplete list of fics i love that were published or completed within the last two months

short fics (<10k)

Found God In A Tomato by @beetlesandstarss 5.7k | rated M | fluff, text fic

syrupy sweet strangers to first date fic. without spoiling anything, eddie is a flustered cutie and steve is a fuckin' menace who's lucky he's so hot

he tightened he grip by @steddieas-shegoes 1.3k | rated E | crack not treated remotely seriously

Mickala beloved your commitment to the bit makes me wanna commit myself to you 💍

Slide It In by gayhandshake 1.8k | rated E | multimedia crack

another truly impeccable work of crack fic, i laughed so hard at the first image that i made it the icon for my private discord server

what's that sound? (there's a funny man at my door) by @jewishrat420 4.8k | rated M | spicy six text fic

laughed out loud at this fic so many times i really don't know what else to tell you. as a matter of fact, i went to look at my bookmark note to see what else i had to say about it when i read it, and my note just says "fucking hilarious i laughed out loud like 6 times" 💀 did not do not will never know what else to tell you except that the phrase "the goyim of gender" just randomly pops into my brain once every four or so days now

medium fics (10-20k)

In the Kitchen or the Tulips by @teddywesworl 44k | rated E | telepathic soulmate AU

this fic said "watch me flip this trope inside out like a freshly cubed half of an avocado" and then DELIVERED. i finished this fic and then stared at the side of my husband's head for long enough that he looked over and went "wtf are you doing" lmao hush baby i am contemplating the implications

they're going to send us to prison for jerks by @greatunironic 16k | rated E | social media AU

okay firstly the premise of this fic is so specifically and delightfully unhinged; love that i'm not the only one who looks at a random tiktok account and manically whispers to myself "there's a fic in there somewhere." secondly the execution is a 10 outta 10 outta 10 outta TEN

long fics (50k+)

Sneaky Link by @morningberriesao3 152k | rated E | onlyfans au

the sex is HOT the boys are dumb as goddamn ROCKS what more do you need? oh, what's that? you do need more? sick because this fic also has: the tags "cum slut eddie munson" and "everyone is gay (because i say so)", chrissy the homophobe slayer being the cutest little spy, and jason getting his ass whooped, like, spiritually. on a spiritual level. physically unharmed but that boy's soul is missing teeth do u understand what i am saying

podfics!

it was love, love alone read by @reena-jenkins 21min | rated E

am i technically reccing my own fic on my own fic rec list? you bet your sweet ass i am, i don't even care how tacky that is reena's performance is hilarious and deserves to be listened to at least 40 more times while doing the dishes

relax (lay it back) read by @flintandfuss 1hr 10min | rated E | yogi dom steve x sub eddie

listen if i'm already being gauche then i gotta include my internet wife's belated birthday present to me, like i gotta. morally and lustfully obligated.

Schiava by @teddywesworl read by aheada_lettuce 1hr 30min | rated E | kas!eddie AU

said it once already today and i'll say it again, i cannot believe one of the best reading voices i've ever heard belongs to a person i mentally refer to as fucking lettuce LOL anyway this read is incredible and i have listened to it Times(tm)

and lastly, if you want more recs (like, 348 more specifically), you can browse my full list of public st bookmarks here

[venomous-qwille]

Ghost in the Machine

This is the master post for Ghost in the Machine links, character refs and FAQs.

I will try my best to keep this post as up to date as possible.

What is Ghost in The Machine?

GITM is a DCA AU and a fic set in the retrofuture (2055ish) long after Fazco has shut down. An eccentric collector has been acquiring versions of the Daycare Attendant animatronic from closed locations around the world. The story involves a reader character who has been brought into repair the original post-Ruin DCA from the games, and hijinks ensue. There are also ghosts.

Where can I read the fic?

GITM is currently being posted on Ao3, and is updated every three weeks on Saturdays. The fic is being beta'd by the tremendously talented @bubbiethesaur. You can read GITM here!

There is also a podfic, which you can find here:

Updates to the podfic will be sporadic, so please be patient &lt;3

Where can I see the art?

On this blog I use the #gitm au and #ghost in the machine au tags for GITM related content. If you are looking for art of a specific character, they also have their own tags: #misuta moon #nova #soleil #clip.exe #sunspot mk1 #fool eclipse #ruin eclipse #sombra #sunflower #mr sandman

FAQ~

Why haven't you answered my GITM ask?

One of three reasons: 1) your ask was too spoilery* 2) I'm waiting to answer it with art 3) ADHD

*spoilery includes but is not limited to: any questions about dual-AI or XYZ character's sun/moon variant; questions about character backstories and lore; questions about characters that have not featured in the fic yet (e.g Nova, Sanii, Harvest, Sunflower, Sandman etc); asks speculating about potential future scenarios (don't get me wrong, I love these asks, but I can't answer them!)

Where are all the Moons?

Read and find out. Seriously. There are at least 5 Moons who are core to the plot but I'm not going to talk about them, no matter how nicely you ask!

Does XYZ character have a Sun/Moon counterpart?

Some of them do, some of them don't. The dual-AI stuff is majorly plot related. If I'm not talking about someone's Sun/Moon counterpart, rest assured you will find out eventually. I won't be spoiling any of it on tumblr though :)

Can I create fanart of GITM?

Yes yes yes please do and please tag me when you post it so I can see it/reblog! If you are unsure if something is ok, please ask.

Can I create fanfic of GITM?

Super flattered about this. I have a longform answer to this question which you can read here. But tl;dr yes you can, please tag/credit me, do not spoil/try to write the lore, and please do not write GITM au (e.g mafia, mer, medieval). I have my own plans for this stuff and I would prefer to release the designs/stories in my own time. If you are unsure if something is ok, please ask.

Can I create NSFW GITM content?

Until recently I had blanket perms that allowed NSFW GITM content. I'm updating this to let you guys know I'm no longer comfortable with people making this content. Back when the community was small, I felt differently, but as time has passed a lot has changed and I've found myself becoming increasingly anxious about it. If this boundary changes again in the future, I will update this FAQ.

Do you have character refs I can use?

There is a collection of art 'refs' for each character on the Misutamojis discord. Latest link here.

There are no proper call-out sheets/refs currently, but I have a huge body of art for the characters on this blog which should give you more than enough info for most of them. I will get around to creating proper refs eventually, in which case I will link them here.

Where can I find the playlist?

I update the spotify playlist fairly regularly, if you have any music recs you can send them over in an ask! You can listen to the playlist here!

I've heard there are secret GITM drabbles, where can I find them?

I used to post frequent drabbles from future chapters in the DCA Palooza discord, I have recently deleted the majority of them as people were going back and binging them which hadn't been the intended reading experience. Anywho, this question probably refers more to the spicy drabbles (which people have very kindly made a lot of delicious art for). These are still around! You just need to access the spicy channel and do some digging.

Is there a GITM discord?

Nope! There is a server for GITM emotes and a busy thread in the DCA Palooza, but currently I don't have any plans to make a GITM-centric discord community. If that does happen in the future it's likely I will simply convert the emotes server (Misutamojis).

It finally happened, I converted Misutamojis. You can join the GITM discord here.

Can I smooch the robots?

Yes.

All of them?

All of them.

[ugh-yoongi]

For your Yoongi drabbles - reader has a crush and talks about “him” constantly, but Yoongi doesn’t know it’s him until someone else spills readers secret.

this was so cute, thank you for requesting! sorry for the giant meme, but it is literally the exact vibe of this so i had to use it.

loose lips

pairing: yoongi x f. reader genre: friends to lovers, miscommunication (??), fluff warnings: swearing, drinking, namjoon namjooning, unedited rating: e for everyone! there's nothing bad in here wordcount: 1k

it's bee's birthday! send me yoongi requests and/or fic recs!

Min Yoongi is a lot of things.

He’s meticulous and prone to overwork and also lazy and uninspired. He’s chronically over-caffeinated and always half-asleep. He’s the first to blow off plans and the first to pout when he no longer gets invited. He’s brusque and a bit of a bastard but also pleased to be fussed over and taken care of. The kind of person who needs to be wrangled into physical affection, because he just can’t seem to verbalize his desire for it.

Min Yoongi is a lot of things, but he is not, under any circumstances, prone to gossip.

Jung Hoseok, on the other hand, has no such hangups.

Which presents Yoongi with an interesting dilemma. He has to piss, but he has to pass the kitchen to get to the bathroom. And Yoongi is a lot of things and not one of them is prone to gossiping or eavesdropping, but it’s hard to push aside the intrigue of you and Hoseok speaking in hushed whispers in his own kitchen, heads pressed together like conjoined twins.

It looks like a whole lot of conspiring is going on. He refuses to pout.

“You seriously haven’t told him yet?” Hoseok says, and Yoongi can just make it out, but he’s known Hoseok long enough to register the exasperation in his voice. God knows he’s been on the receiving end of it more often than not.

You groan. Probably shoot Hoseok an exasperated look of your own that Yoongi isn’t privy to. “It’s not that easy.”

“It absolutely is that easy. How hard is it to say—”

“Can you shut up?” you whisper-shriek. “You are so annoying—”

“—Hey, I have feelings for you. Would you wanna grab coffee?”

Yoongi is pouting before he even realizes his face has contorted. Sure, he can be jealous. Someone will always be a better musician, have more money, live in a nicer apartment and drive a nicer car and wear nicer clothes. Now, though… someone out there can have you, and that thought tastes sour in his mouth.

It’d been Jimin’s idea to come to Itaewon.

At least they’re at the bar with the good whisky, because Yoongi will max out his credit cards to escape the hell in which he’s found himself. It’d been bad enough with Hoseok, but now he has to deal with it from Taehyung and Jimin, too.

Do you think she’ll ever tell him? This is getting painful.

I don’t know. Hey, are you going to eat the rest of your fries?

Are you fucking serious? Of course I am, I bought them for me—

It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid, because everyone seems to be in on a secret he isn’t, but he looks across the bar and finds it hard to care. There you are, laughing wildly as Hoseok twirls you around on the dancefloor. All the lights in this place combined can’t outshine you—not on your worst day, but especially not when you’re like this.

So. Yoongi’s pouting again, plush bottom lip jutting out far enough to brush against his glass of whisky. He’d finally given up and splurged on something top shelf. Figured it’d get him to where he needs to go faster than anything else, because Yoongi is a lot of things and a dancer isn’t one of them, so he’s doomed to spend the night at this table, sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin.

Listening to them drone on and on about the guy you’re interested in.

He wonders what he’s like. How the two of you met. He pointedly does not think about whether or not this guy’s a dancer, a musician, if he can always afford top-shelf whisky. He wonders if you’re gonna make Yoongi meet him. If he’s gonna have to play nice and pretend to think this guy is cool and interesting. He can pretend, he thinks.

If it’s important to you, Yoongi can do anything.

Namjoon will know what to do, because Namjoon never actually knows what to do about anything and still somehow always arrives at the correct answer.

“Why am I here, hyung?”

Yoongi clears his throat. Spears another piece of beef and puts it on Namjoon’s plate like a peace offering. Orders another round of beers even though he hasn’t touched his first. “Uh,” comes his eloquent response. “Well—”

“Jesus Christ,” Namjoon mutters, face-planting onto the table. “This is worse than I thought.”

Min Yoongi is a lot of things, but if he’s worse than Namjoon thought, he’s in deep shit.

“Um—”

Namjoon picks his head up. Studies Yoongi for a minute, clearly looking for something, before he pinches the bridge of his nose and says, “It’s you, hyung. She’s hung up on you. And I shouldn’t even be telling you this, because we all just assumed both of you would eventually remove your heads from your asses and get it together, but fuck, this is painful. I can’t do this anymore, you know? I’m not your feelings friend. Jimin is your feelings friend, but he said you just sulked the entire night at the bar—”

“I didn’t sulk,” Yoongi argues, but the words are spoken around a pout.

All he receives in return is A Look. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”

Yoongi is a lot of things.

Today, he’s a coward, which is new.

He’s not usually a coward, it’s just… he knows how to be jealous and how to sulk and pout and not get what he wants. Those things are easy. But he has no idea how to deal with the bomb Namjoon had dropped on him. He’s not even sure it’s the truth. What if Namjoon was just fucking with him to get him to stop sulking? That’s absolutely something Namjoon would do because he’s done it before.

He sighs. Stops to catch his breath because you live on the sixth floor in a building with no working elevator and he doesn’t work out, so he’s really going to be pissed if Namjoon lied.

“Yoongi? What’re you doing here?”

His heart really does stop this time, because there you are, fresh-faced and smiling and a little confused, and Yoongi knows his face is splotchy and red and that his hairline is sweaty. “Yeah, hi,” he says, and it comes out like an immensely displeased grunt. Doesn’t sound at all like he’s happy to see you, and—oh. Yeah. He can understand now why you might’ve been hesitant to say something.

“Sorry, I just—these steps, you know?”

“Yeah, they said the elevator’s finally getting fixed next week.”

“Thank fuck.”

Your brows knit together. “You planning on coming by more often?”

Yoongi is a lot of things, but right now he’s impatient. So he closes the distance between you in record time and says, “Yeah. Listen, Namjoon told me this guy you and Hobi have been talking about is actually me—”

“That duplicitous snake—”

“—and I’ve kind of been losing my mind over it, because I feel the same way, so if it’s true I’d really like to kiss you, but I’m not entirely sure Namjoon wasn’t just fucking with me—”

“Oh, like that time he told you he’d seen your rejection letter from SNU just so you’d stop stressing over whether or not you got in and that you’d be even more excited once you did, in fact, get in?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Namjoon is a bastard. You should kiss me, though.”

Min Yoongi is a lot of things.

As he presses his lips to yours—soft, soft, soft—more than anything else, he’s happy.

[crappy-writings]

Do You Trust Me?

WandaxStark!Reader // Fluff (Mostly)

*Images are not mine, credit to its creators and sources

Summary: Sleep is hard to come by sometimes. During one of these sleepless nights, Wanda and you secretly escape the Compound in the middle of the night for a drive.

Trigger Warnings: Shameless flirting from both parties, existential conversations, that’s all I think. 

Word Count: 2,930

A/N: This fic kinda went all over the place but here we are.

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Your mind was uncharacteristically quiet. Instead of the constant buzzing of thoughts that usually came at all hours of the day, you were met with eerie silence. Anyone else would have welcomed the change from the constant flow of thoughts, but it unnerved you instead. It was too quiet, too peaceful.

You flexed the muscles in your arms and legs in an attempt to relax and loosen your body and allow sleep to consume you, but it only managed to make you more aware of how awake you felt.

You sit up in your bed, already deciding to give up on sleep. You need something, anything, to activate your brain. It was a bitter irony, to long for your head to be silent, only for it to be of no comfort when it finally is. After all, the silence is just as dangerous as the noise.

You gingerly leave your room, the one you would crash in when you were staying at the Compound. The hallways are eerily quiet, and part of you resents it. Navigating the familiar hallways, you quickly find the access door for the roof. The cold, night air hits your warm skin, sending a small shiver down your spine. The contrast was a welcome one, the cool air already making you feel better.

You walk to the very edge of the building and sit at the ledge, your legs dangling over as you watch the dark outline of the forest shift and sway from the gentle breeze. It was a moonless night, the sky darker than it usually is. It was always strange to you, to see the Compound so peaceful. It is a place that is constantly surrounded by agents, surrounded by technological marvels, a training and mission hub for the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. It was a place that buzzed with an energy of importance and of seriousness. It was strange to think that this had become a home.

Your mind is no longer quiet, and you welcome the flow of unstructured thoughts that fill your mind. 

The soft crunch of gravel sounds off from behind you, and you don’t have to turn to know who is approaching. “Did I wake you?” you ask as Wanda stands behind you. Guilt begins to snake its way into your heart. 

“No,” her accented voice rings out, slightly raspy from sleep and disuse, “I couldn’t sleep.”

You give her a small smile, not sure if you believed her. Despite this, you pat the ledge of the roof beside you, “welcome to the club.”

She returned your smile, stepping forwards to sit beside you. One of her legs hung over the ledge while she hugged the other one to her chest. Neither of you spoke for a while, choosing to stare out at the scene that surrounded the Compound. Your eyes scanned over the darkened outline of tall trees in the distance, watching as they continued to sway gently with the wind. A very faint scent of pine wafted through the air. The rustling of tree branches and crickets chirping sang its lulling song.

“Bad dreams?” you interrupt nature’s melody as you tear your eyes from the tree lining to watch her. Her dark brown hair was down, the soft wavy locks framing her face gently. She wore a red sweater along with light gray sweatpants. You noticed she wore the red Iron Man socks you got for her as a joke, the arc reactor’s bright blue color peeking out from the border of her sweatpants. She also wore some black, slip-on shoes, the ones she always kept at the edge of her bed.

“No,” she answers softly, a sigh escaping her, “just… can’t sleep.”

You don’t press for more information. She will tell you when she’s ready.

No topics of conversation came to your mind, and part of you just wanted to enjoy the silence with the pretty woman beside you. 

And you did, simply enjoying nature’s evening song. Until an idea came to you. 

You stand up, staring out at the twinkling stars above you. A long breath escapes you, before you stare down at the woman below you, stretching out your hand with a warm smile. “Do you trust me?”

Wanda tilts her head at you, curiosity melded into her features. “Yes,” she draws out the word tentatively. There was something about you that could never allow her to say no. She reaches out for your hand, and she swears she felt electricity run up her arm as you touched. 

You pull her up, and somehow your smile seems to get bigger. “You won’t regret it, I promise,” you say as you begin to pull her towards the exit of the roof. 

You both snuck around the Compound as you made your way to the garage. There was a sense of childlike joy as you led her through the familiar hallways. Quiet giggles escaped the both of you as you weaved around corners, followed by shushing each other, not wanting to wake your teammates. It was a mission, one that held no stakes, where no one could get hurt. 

It was nice to be this carefree for a change.

Before long, you stand in front of one of your father’s cars, the swiped keys hanging from your index finger as you shoot Wanda a cocky, closed-lip smile. Wanda returns a look, eyebrows raised with a playful, amused smile curving her lips, her arms crossed over her chest. 

You flash her a big, bright smile, as you press the button to unlock the car.

“Where are we going, boss?” she asks you as she buckles her seatbelt. The car beneath you comes to life with a soft rumble. 

You cringe at the nickname, “Don’t call me that, it makes me sound like my dad.”

“Alright then what about,” she draws out the last word as she ponders a new nickname, “baby?”

You give her a side glance as you begin to drive out of the Compound. “Are you flirting with me, Maximoff?” a cocky smile creeps to your lips.

“Maybe I am, Stark,” she replies, matching your tone. She hears a soft chuckle escape you.

“Pick some music for us, DJ.”

Wanda scrolls through a selection of music, mostly consisting of 70s and 80s rock bands. She sees Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row and she can’t help but play that one first. You sing along to the lyrics, your head bopping along to the rhythm. “Wonder why you picked that one,” you give her a smirk. 

“No idea,” she replies coyly. The both of you began to sing along to the chorus together.

“You never answered my question,” Wanda speaks, breaking the comfortable silence the both of you had settled into as the song faded out.

“Ah, now why would I spoil the surprise for you?” you reply, stealing a glance at the brunette beside you. The radio now began to play the beginning notes of I was Made For Lovin’ You by Kiss. 

“Fine,” a quiet groan escapes Wanda as she quickly admits defeat. You continued to sing along to the different songs that came up. Wanda leans her head on the window glass, watching the darkened trees and forest greenery that surrounded their path.

She sneaks a glance at you, watching your relaxed figure drive the both of you to an unknown destination. You held the wheel with only one hand, the other one laid comfortably on top of the center console, the one thing that was separating the both of you. Your left leg was leaning against the door while the other one was firmly pressed against the gas pedal. 

You always held an air of confidence, radiating a sense of cockiness. She figures you inherited that from your father. Regardless, she adored that about you. She herself would feel more bold, more adventurous around you, and she enjoyed that feeling.

You notice her prolonged stare and smirk. “What Maximoff? Can’t get enough of this?” a quiet giggle escapes you as you wiggle in your seat. You recognized the first few notes of Talk Dirty To Me by Poison begin to play.

“I think I’ve had too much of you tonight,” Wanda rolls her eyes playfully, though she can’t help the smile that escapes her. 

“Oh please, you could never get tired of me,” you say, sneaking a glance at her once more. It was Wanda’s turn to reply with a chuckle. 

“How sure are you about that?” Wanda asks teasingly as she bites that inside of her lip.

“Sweetheart, I could break you and you would thank me for it,” you reply with that stupid, cocky smile of yours. Wanda’s cheeks felt warm as she opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by you before she could. 

“We’re almost there,” you reply, placing both hands on the steering wheel. Wanda stares out at the road before her, the only visible light coming from the car’s headlights.

“Now, close your eyes,” you say as you begin turning to the left, going down a somewhat unmarked dirt road. Wanda shoots you a curious look once more, but she complies. She trusts you. Highway to Hell by AC/DC began to play through the radio. 

You steal a glance at her and smile as you see that she had listened to you.

Before long, the car was slightly inclined upwards, the car bumping up and down as you accidentally ran over rocks and tree roots. “Shit,” you mutter after running over a particularly large root. 

“Don’t break the car,” Wanda teases.

“I’ll never hear the end of it if I do,” you reply.

Livin’ on a Prayer by Jon Bon Jovi played as you reached your destination. “Don’t open your eyes yet, give me one second,” you tell her, and she hears the car door open and close. Half a minute later, she hears the door on her side open. “Give me your hand,” you command softly. 

“Okay,” she extends her hand outward, her eyes still closed. Your hands connect and you guide her out of the car. Your hand lets go of hers, trailing up the sides of her arms and landing on her shoulders.

You guide her steps throughout the short distance you travel, pointing out any sticks or rocks that could cause her to trip over. You come to a still, your hands no longer on her shoulders and she can’t help but miss your touch. “Open your eyes.”

“Wow,” Wanda says quietly in awe. The spot you parked at was secluded and completely dark, surrounded by large trees and low forest bushes. The branches, crickets and other little critters were loud, singing a cacophonous song that only they could understand. 

“How did you find this place?” she asks, still mesmerized by the sight before her.

The sky was inky black, dotted by thousands upon thousands of stars, not a single cloud obstructing the majestic view. Upon the horizon, faint light from the city was visible, lighting the sightline in a yellowish-orange glow. The greenery of the surrounding forest framed the sky, holding it in a still picture. The kind where artists slave away to capture its essence, where musicians search for the perfect words to capture its feeling, where lovers seek to profess the hardest and simplest truth of the world.

“Oh, this? Total hook-up spot, I used to bring all the girls here,” you reply, a sarcastic tone thick in your voice as you take a step forward to stand beside her. Wanda shoots you a look, not fully appreciating your joke. You find humor in her expression, a silent laugh escaping you. You both walk towards the back of the car as you pop open the trunk.

“No, I found this place a few years ago. I went out driving without any direction and just sort of… stumbled into this spot, somehow,” you reply earnestly with a soft sigh. You both sit at the back of the trunk and begin to stargaze. Silence held on for a while, both of you too caught up in marveling at one of nature's wonders. 

“I love staring at the stars,” you say quietly, finally interrupting the prolonged quiet, “they make me feel small.”

Wanda tears her eyes away from the stars and turns to you, her eyes holding a curious gaze. You hold a thoughtful expression, your eyes never tearing away from above you.

“The universe is so big. You look up at the stars and you know that there is infinity out there. It just never stops, even if your eyes can’t see it. There’s dozens of planets, dozens of life forces, just… everything.

“And me? I’m just a tiny thing in it. I’m a dot of sand in the vast ocean, compared to it all out there. And despite everything that’s out there, despite how big everything is, even on our own planet,” your eyes finally tear away from the night sky and settle on Wanda, “I’m… still here. I could be anywhere else in space and time, but I’m not. I’m here. I breathe air. I can look at the stars. I can hold your hand.”

You reach out but don’t grab her hand. Instead, you wait for her to choose if she wants to hold yours. Without a second thought, she holds onto you, the same electricity from before buzzing between you. 

“Despite the universe’s grand scheme, I stand here in defiance. I’m still here,” you repeat as you stare back up once more. Wanda follows suit, mulling your words over. 

The sky seemed almost different after your words. She could feel the vastness of the sky, the eternity that stretched past the Earth, past the Solar System, past the Milky Way. It is easy to feel so small in the grand scheme of it all. The thought is overwhelming and overpowering.

Until an odd sense of calm washes over her. She had made a lot of mistakes in the past. Mistakes that still haunted her, ones that made it hard to sleep, ones that she still had not forgiven herself for. Despite those mistakes, she still stood upon the universe.

“I’m still here,” your words replay in her head, not realizing she had said them out loud. You make no comment though, instead, you squeeze her hand gently. A reminder that you are both still here. She takes a deep breath, feeling grounded once more. 

It was in that moment where you realized you had both somehow gotten close to each other, your shoulders brushing against one other. Neither of you had let go of each other’s hands. The intimacy of the moment made your heart warm, enjoying the soft, innocent touch.

“What do you think the future will hold for us?” Wanda asks you suddenly.

“Well, we have training in about four hours, and dad said that there’s this thing going on in—” you reply coyly, and you’re not quite sure why. 

“No, no, I mean, where do you think you’ll be in ten, fifteen years? We can’t be superheroes forever,” Wanda was the one who held the thoughtful expression this time.

“You think we’ll live long enough for the future? Who’s ever seen an old superhero?” you ask bluntly. You had never thought too hard about the future. 

“Well, we’re living in the era of superheroes. Maybe some of us make it. I mean, Clint’s retired. Maybe we can retire, too,” there was a hopeful, longing tone to her words.

“I suppose that’s true. In that case, where do you see yourself in ten to fifteen years?” you flip the question to her, not quite having an answer for it.

“I’d like to settle down with someone. Somewhere far from the city, far away from people. I’d like to be a mom, two, maybe three kids,” there was a softness to her voice, the faintest smile playing on her lips as she stared out at the view before the both of you, “I want a nice, peaceful retirement.”

You wonder if this is what she had been thinking about earlier. 

“That’s quite nice, actually,” you say thoughtfully, your eyes lingering on her.

“What about you? You didn’t answer the question,” she says as her eyes finally meet yours. Your gaze breaks from her though, your eyes falling to your linked hands. 

“I… don’t know,” there was heavy honesty in your voice, “People expect me to take over for my dad, they expect me to be just as good or even better than him, but… I don’t think I inherited his intellect or anything like that. I don’t think I want any of it, either.”

“Well, do you know what you want?” she was staring at you, but you continued to look down.

“Not yet. But I still have time to figure it out. I think I do, at least,” you say, finally meeting her gaze once more. 

She smiles at you, a brilliant, beautiful smile. Your heart melts a bit in your chest. 

“You have plenty of time,” she whispers quietly as if it were a promise. 

“Well, here’s to hoping,” a soft sigh escapes you as you return her smile.

“To retirement,” you raise an imaginary champagne glass up to the vast sky above you. In your mind, it felt like you were standing up against the universe once more. 

“To retirement,” Wanda follows suit, raising her own imaginary glass.

Peace settles into the air, a silent agreement having passed between you both. You will defy the universe together for as long as you can.

[aethon-recs]

Tomarrymort Dead Dove Recs, Part 2 🕊️

Thank you all for the wonderful reception to Part 1 of Tomarrymort Dead Dove recs! I was honestly blown away by the interest in this first list featuring Non-Con/Dub-Con recs. It was so incredibly heartening to see that the open-mindedness towards the taboo, the degenerate, the ‘problematic’ is not only alive and well, but thriving, in this ship, when it seems like it’s been reviled and sanitized out of other ships and communities and spaces within this fandom and elsewhere. But Tomarrymort readers seem to be a special breed 🤝 and I’m just so glad we can all be horny sickos together 🤍

For Part 2 of the Dead Dove rec list, the first half is comprised of incest fics, and the second half is chan (underage) fics. These aren’t all necessarily dark fic in terms of tone or plot (some fics are actually quite cozy); the dead dove label just serves as an indicator to take the tags seriously.

Please note there is potentially triggering and disturbing content in the rec list below (including in some of the summaries), so I will be placing all 25 of these recs below the cut. Keep in mind don’t like; don’t read, so feel free to scroll on by if either incest and/or chan is not a theme you would like to explore.

This list was made in collaboration with @danpuff-ao3’s Dead Dove Diaries Series. Check it out for other HP dead dove recs!

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Tomarrymort Incest Recs

Fruit of the Forbidden Tree (part 1) / Forbidden Indulgence (part 2) / Forbidden Darkness (part 3) by @neurowriter14 (E, 19k, complete)

The true parentage of Harry Potter was unknown to everyone except for three people. None remain, but another figures it out.

Hold Me Down (Fuck Me Up) by @itsevanffs (E, 15k, WIP)

Tom Riddle, chief of police, first met his nephew Harry Potter handcuffed to his desk, lip cut and knuckles bleeding, a proud smile on his lips and challenge in his eyes.

I Could Send You to Hell, I Know You by @dividawrites (E, 7k, complete)

Nothing about Harry Potter intrigues Tom—he's average in everything, doesn't act out in class, doesn't do very much at all, in fact. When he finds out they're related, though, this changes at once. After all, there's something to be said for family traditions.

In The Dark by @itsevanffs (E, 64k, WIP)

Harry's mother remarries shortly after his father's death to James' half-brother, Thomas, much to Harry's confusion and disgust. First a duke, now a king, it seems that nothing will stand in his uncle's way when it comes to getting what he wants. Not Lily, not propriety, and most certainly not Harry himself.

Infinite by @duplicitywrites (E, 8k, complete)

Harry and his twin brother Tom have the same mark. The same soulmate. Whoever their soulmate is, wherever they may be, they will go to Tom. Tom, however, has other plans.

Little Bits by @lordmarvoloriddle (E, 10k, complete) 

Inspired by Cinderella. Only there's no prince, and surely no one is singing about their feelings, and Harry's life could be a lot worse than having three step-brothers and a father who didn't like him. He's going to be proven right.

Plains of oblivion by @milkandmoon-ao3 (E, 3k, complete) 

Trapped in the past with no way home, a disillusioned Harry executes a plan to make an ally of the rising Dark Lord and reshape history.

Say It Right (part 1) /  Say You'll Haunt Me (part 2) by @rightonthelimitt (E, 32k, complete)

After James Potter dies, his wife and son have it rough. Their lives change for good when they meet Tom Riddle four years later, but is it for the better?

Seventeen Years by RenderedReversed (T, 10k, complete)

Voldemort is a day old when he realizes he’s been reborn to muggle parents and that he has a twin brother. He is a year old when it sinks in who his twin could possibly be. Because his twin might, possibly, probably be Harry Potter.

Summer Break by anon (E, 5k, WIP) 

A story of a brother's love and duty and terrible obsession.

the dark passenger by @cindle-writes (E, 5k, complete)

Harry had lived 17 years as a horcrux, and Ginny was possessed by another one, so is it all that surprising that their middle child reminds them a little bit too much of another boy they once knew?

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Tomarrymort Chan (Underage) Recs

Below Stairs by pauraque (E, 1k, complete)

Harry receives a visitor.

conversationalist by worn (E, 3k, complete)

As a boy who's known silence and solitude well, Harry finds himself quickly growing attached to Tom Riddle's diary and the way it has so much to talk with him about.

Creatures of the Dark we are by @hikarimeroperiddle (M, 20k, WIP)

Banished to his cupboard at age 4, Harry learns to listen only to the Voice in his head. Its teachings wrap all around Harry until no more than dark magic and devotion remains, along with visions of a wraith with red eyes.

Everything Green Is Gold by @cindle-writes (E, 27k, complete)

Prior to Hogwarts, Harry had stayed mostly invisible to the teachers and adults around him his whole life. But Tom Riddle, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, looked at Harry like he was something to be wanted.

File A by @kushimanii (E, 7k, complete)

In a different universe, one where the prophecy was never heard and Voldemort won, Voldemort finds eight-year-old Harry Potter in the basement of Fenrir Greyback and takes him in.

he whistles and he runs by @wolfantlersinspace (E, 5k, complete)

"Tom," Harry murmured, ducking under a branch and nearly touching the top of Tom's diary with his lips, "I really don’t like this."

Hearthstone Abbey by @ramabear (E, 92k, WIP)

Harry follows Thomas Gaunt into his world much like he stepped onto Diagon Alley that first time, wide-eyed and full of wonder. He has no idea what exactly this world has in store for him, but he knows that with Thomas at his side, he is safe and happy for the first time in his whole life. 

Make a Wish by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 3k, complete)

Tom Riddle is wasting away in his hospital bed, far too young to succumb to such a terrible and mysterious illness. The only thing that gives him solace is the hope that football star Harry Potter might visit him in his final days.

Quam singulari by anon (E, 6k, complete)

Spermarche: the beginning of a boy's development of sperm; normally signifies a boy's beginning in sexual maturity and puberty.

shelter from the storm by @cindle-writes & @duplicitywrites (E, 7k, complete)

After being left behind by the Dursleys, Harry stumbles upon an empty shack in the middle of nowhere, where he finds a mysterious ring underneath the loose floorboards.

study session by @ilya-zzz (E, 3k, complete)

"Tom–" Harry tries, coughing a couple times before lifting his hands to his head, softly rubbing his temples a couple times. "...I think you should go back to your common room."

The Abyss by AislingSiobhan (E, 36k, complete)

Nietzsche was right: when fighting monsters, Harry should have been more careful not to become one himself. That didn’t matter anymore. It was too late to save himself, yet he could still save the world from Voldemort. But who would save Voldemort from him?

the eternal flame by @duplicitywrites (E, 25k, WIP)

There’s a well-dressed older man who enters the orphanage asking after Tom Riddle. The man’s green eyes fix on Tom’s face, searching and searching. “My name is Harry Gaunt,” the man says, the tenor of his voice soft and faltering, a reflection of Tom's deepest, most secret anxieties, “and I’m here to adopt you.”

This Is Why You Don't Summon Demons, Harry by @kushimanii (E, 59k, complete)

Harry Potter is seven when he's left at the nearby church by Petunia to get an exorcism. Instead, he ends up summoning a demon that he makes a deal with. The demon, Voldemort, will protect him, and in return, the demon will devour his soul when it is ripe.

Without A Chance by Harryfan80 (E, 20k, complete)

When Voldemort (as Quirrell) meets Harry in her first year at Hogwarts, he exploits her naivete and uses her to acquire the Sorcerer's Stone.

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