#uncharted fic recs

[ruerecs]

𝑡𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑/ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

➞ tom holland

➞ nathan drake

[whumpdoyoumean]

Happy International Fanworks Day!🎉

To celebrate, here are some of my favorite fics (all on Ao3). Go give 'em a read!

+Misunderstandings + Pizza Margherita by @elspirito23 --My dear dear sister wrote this. She's the one that got me into fic and introduced me to the term 'whump'. This is one of my favorites by her! It's a Man From UNCLE fic, with Napoleon whump, Illya guilt, and a nice dose of fluff. I love it so much!

+And on the seventh... by Dorinda --A Master and Commander Jack Aubrey/Stephen Maturin fic wherein they both go overboard during a battle and end up stranded on an island together. It's very well written and whumpy, and seems meticulously researched with lots of cool little details.

+The Forest Primeval by athena_crikey --An Endeavour whump fic! This is one of the very first fics I read on Ao3 and holds a special place in my heart. The characterizations are great and the whump is v good!

+The Ex by Marchling --911 Bucktommy Buck Whump fic! It's very good whump. And there was recently(ish) a second chapter added, so you get to read about it from both Buck and Tommy's POV which is super neat!

+Who are the Wolves in your Head? by LittleDarlingXOX --This was one of my favorite fics over on ff.net back in the day, and I recently discovered that it's on Ao3 as well! It's got Dick Grayson whump (hell yeah) and Jason Todd angst, it's sooo good! Sad and lovely!

+Lazarus Syndrome by Miss_Six --This Pacific Rim fic isn't overly whumpy, but it's very, very good. A super interesting take on the Drift. Super lovely fic with good Raleigh angst!

+sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest by @cartwrong --Slow Horses has been a unique experience for me in terms of fandom, in that I got in very early, and it's one of the smaller fandoms I've been in--and also one of the most active! And a large percentage of us like to put River Cartwright through it (and by it I mean hell, sorry River). This fic is no exception. The characterizations are on point and the whump is great!

+It's the Perfect Time of Year (Somewhere Far Away From Here) by @deepwoundsandfadedscars --Though I've never played it myself, as a preteen I used to watch my big brother play Uncharted in the hopes of there being some Nathan whump. This fic not only delivers on the Nathan whump, it packs a hell of an emotional punch. It's gorgeous and heart-wrenching, an intimate look at grief. Very good. <3

[nathandrakeisabottom]

the song "brothers on a hotel bed" by death cab for cutie reminds me so much of sam and nate and I need to know if you agree

Agree? Do I agree? Do I agree? Do I agree?

DO I AGREE?

On the back of a motorbike with your arms outstretched trying to take flight, leaving everything behind But even at our swiftest speed we couldn't break from the concrete in the city where we still reside And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea, like navy men, 'Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides like brothers on a hotel bed

I think this was just written about them.

God, I love our boys.

[the-badger-mole]

Any anti-Aang fic recommendations?

BTW I love all your fics! The most recent chapter of Uncharted Waters had me internally screaming

Thanks! I 'm so glad you like it!

Strangely enough, the stories I tend to be drawn towards don't have a ton of anti-Aang sentiments. He doesn't feature in a ton of them at all, actually. Opening this up for people to comment and reblog fics.

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Hidden Gems 10

This week, we have seven fics that you might have missed - hidden gems with under 150 kudos. Check them out beneath the cut, and of course, comment or kudos if you like them!

Live Along Some Distant Day by Dira Sudis (dsudis) (3224, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

While in the tower in Aeor, Caleb and Essek share childhood memories about watching the sun rise through stained glass. Caleb makes Essek a gift.

Reccer says: This fic is lovely! It’s short, sweet, and a little bit melancholy, with some beautifully vivid imagery and just as much kissing as you’d expect.

No Distractions, Dear by CaptainHollow (1201, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A tiny slice of life for the wizards in Caleb’s home as they settle in to life together.

Reccer says: It’s short and sweet, with spot-on characterization. I especially love how it shows Essek allowing his good old pre-traitor reveal snark to resurface.

and in between us a distance greater than the ocean by LivThael (4116, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb tries to seduce Essek into not betraying the Nein after the war is finally over, only to find himself in the uncharted waters of what their relationship could be

Reccer says: I liked it!

the sheep and the shadowhand by dragonslaeyr (7897, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb has a husband in Rosahna. On the walk from the Bastion to the prisons to the house the M9 try to figure out more.

Reccer says: Is it crack? No but it is quite sequel to crack. A good and funny read with neither Caleb nor the M9 being subtle.

Cover me is sunshine, shower me in good times by raretune (1599, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek tells Caleb to find a hobby and Caleb becomes a C-popper

Reccer says: This was such a sweet read.

Statuesque by Chiakery (15682, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Verin takes Essek to Jester's art exhibition and Essek falls in love with a statue that looks like Caleb

Reccer says: So well written! And even if you suspect what's coming it still surprises you. + super fun bonus content in last chapter!!

And then three recs for this last one: The Night Shift by Ghost Particles (27273, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

007 au where the mighty nein are spies and Essek is their handler.

Reccer 1 says: I love the build up of the Essek and Caleb's relationship. Reccer 2 says: It is an amazing AU, all of Essek's pov and it greatly showcases his thoughts and feelings and growing fondness. Keeping how in the campaign he was also distanced from the party by being in xorhas. Reccer says 3: I liked it!

Read all of those already, and looking for some good but not often recced fics? Check out some of our past hidden gems reclists here: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9]

This is one of our weekly communally-generated shadowgast rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. 

And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be featuring fics that take place in Eiselcross or Aeor. Any fics coming to mind? Well, then use this form to submit!

[moon-and2saturn]

Kay’s Fic Recs !!!

all of these fics are 18+ and contain smut! read at your own discretion ;)

Josh:

Confession by @thewritingbeforesunrise

The Art of Life by @gvfgal

Brightest Blue by @garbagevanfleet

I See Hell in Your Eyes by @joshsindigostreak

Uncharted Territory by @ficthots

Little Fantasy by @jake-kiszkas-smirk

No Hands by @joshym

Valtava by @gretavanlace

Jake:

Covet by @jakeyt

Imperfect Moments by @abeautylives

Le Morte d’Arthur by @joshym

Cream & Sugar by @sacredthefran

Sémillante by @profitofthedune

Last Call by @milkgemini

The Red Medallion by @earthlysorrows

Capital Vices by @builtbybrokenbells

Pedagogue by @profitofthedune

Dear Patience by @ageofbajabule

Tending by @zm-gvf

Mirror of the Damned by @alwaysonthemend

The Professor by @jakekiszkasmommy

Crimson Lace by @meetingthestarcatchers

Sammy:

Pink Lemonade by @garbagevanfleet

It’s Called Being Nice by @gretavanfleetposts

Locked Out by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

A Need That Goes Unspoken by @neverwanttofallasleep

How I’m Imagining You by @geminisecrets

Seven by @garbagevanfleet

Danny:

Stretch You Out by @gvfgal

Black Swan by @holybananafuck

Struck by @gretavangroupie

Little Bird by @gretavanlace

Red by @vanfleeter

Stroke Me by @hyperfixated-gvf

Twins:

Poppins by @gretavanlace

Kismet by @gretavangroupie & @sacredstarcatcher

What Is And What Should Never Be by @sinsofstardust

Down The Hall by @milkgemini

Skin Deep by @streamingcolors-gvf

Forbidden Twins

Vigilance by @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon

A Beautiful Riff by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

Janny:

Valor by @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon

Greta Van Fleet

Fire in the Water by @gretavanfleetposts

[wadewnstonwilson]

echoes of death: part two;

summary: During Logan's early days with the X-Men, he struggles to adjust to the ideals of unity and trust that Xavier champions. Haunted by his violent past and accustomed to solitude, Logan often found himself confronting an even more enigmatic presence: you, death incarnate.

word count: 3.4k

fic rec: @pedroscurls

part one

Logan was new to the X-Men, still navigating the uncharted waters of Charles Xavier’s dream of harmony. Trust didn’t come easily to him. Peace felt foreign, almost dangerous in its fragility. He was used to the rough edges of life, the solitude of the wilderness, and the brutal clarity of battle. Joining a team, fighting for a cause bigger than himself—it was a balancing act that felt unnatural. Yet here he was, surrounded by people who believed in him more than he believed in himself.

It was a mission like any other. The X-Men had been sent to a small mutant settlement under siege by a militant anti-mutant group. The scene was chaos. Smoke clung to the air, acrid and stifling. The cries of the wounded blended with the sharp crack of gunfire. The scent of blood and fear hung heavy, overwhelming even to Logan’s dulled senses.

Logan tore through the attackers like a force of nature, his claws slicing through their ranks with brutal precision. His teammates’ voices crackled through his earpiece—commands, check-ins, warnings—but he barely registered them. His focus was singular: fight, survive, eliminate the threat.

Amidst the chaos, his attention snagged on a figure that didn’t belong.

You.

Logan’s claws retracted with a soft snikt as he slowed, his gaze locking onto you. You knelt beside a fallen man—a young mutant whose powers had failed to protect him. The boy was barely alive, his shallow breaths rattling in his chest. Logan watched, his own breath catching as you reached out, your hand hovering just above the boy’s chest.

You didn’t touch him—not quite. Your fingers lingered in the space between, close enough to feel the heat of his skin, far enough to seem ethereal. The boy’s expression began to change. The pain etched into his features melted away, replaced by something softer. Peaceful. Logan could feel it—the air around you shifted, as if the world itself had taken a long, steady breath.

“You’re here,” Logan said, his voice rough but certain. It wasn’t a question. He knew exactly who you were.

You didn’t look up right away. When you did, your gaze met his with a calm intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. Your eyes held no fear, no surprise. There was only quiet understanding, as if you had been expecting him.

“I am,” you replied simply. Your voice was soft, steady—like the first notes of a melody carried on the wind.

Logan took a step forward, his boots crunching against the charred ground. The space between you felt electric, charged and fragile. “It’s not my time,” he said, his tone low but resolute. He wasn’t asking. He didn’t need to.

“No,” you agreed, a faint curve of your lips suggesting the ghost of a smile. “Not yet.”

For a moment, the battlefield faded away. The chaos around you dulled, its sharp edges blunted by the weight of your presence. Logan’s senses narrowed, locking onto you entirely. He could feel the hum of energy in the space between you, as if the air itself trembled with the force of something unspoken.

Your gaze didn’t waver. You held him there, grounded and vulnerable in a way Logan hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t fear or even curiosity that kept him rooted—it was something deeper. Something inevitable.

“You don’t stay long,” Logan said, his voice quieter now. There was a hint of something in his tone that hadn’t been there before. Frustration? Longing? He couldn’t say.

“I stay as long as I’m needed,” you replied, your words carrying the weight of truth.

Logan’s jaw tightened, his hand flexing at his side. “And when you’re not?”

“Then I wait.”

The simplicity of your answer struck him like a blow. There was no hesitation, no doubt in your voice. You spoke with a certainty that felt immutable. Logan took another step closer, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

The space between you was almost nothing now. Logan could see every detail of your face—the faint shimmer of light in your eyes, the way your features softened as you looked at him. He swore he could feel the warmth of your presence, brushing against his skin like a whisper. His hand twitched, almost reaching for you, but he stopped himself.

“I’ll see you again,” Logan said, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn’t asking this time either.

“Yes,” you said, your lips curving into the faintest smile. “But not today.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with promise. Logan wanted to close the gap, to reach out and touch something real. But before he could, you stepped back. Your form began to blur at the edges, dissolving into the smoky air like a memory fading from view.

“Wait—” Logan began, but it was too late. You were gone.

Logan stood frozen, his hand still half-raised as though reaching for a ghost. The battlefield roared back to life around him, the cries of the wounded and the crackle of distant flames filling the void you left behind. But Logan barely registered it.

All he could think of was the way you’d looked at him, the quiet certainty in your voice, and the warmth he’d felt in the space between you—close, but never close enough.

And for the first time, Logan felt the weight of what he had always known: you were destined to be part of his story, but not quite yet.

------

The medbay was silent except for the faint hum of machinery and the occasional soft beep from the monitors, a sound that seemed painfully loud in the absence of life. The air was thick with the lingering tang of antiseptics and something heavier, something unspoken: the weight of failure. The young mutant on the table had fought valiantly, but even courage and resilience could only carry one so far. Beast had tried everything—every piece of medical knowledge, every ounce of his expertise—but it hadn’t been enough.

Logan stood in the corner of the room, a dark silhouette against the sterile brightness of the medbay lights. His fists were clenched tightly, the muscles in his forearms coiled and tense, as though sheer anger alone could change what had already happened. His jaw was set, teeth grinding against each other, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. The frustration wasn’t new to him—he was no stranger to death. But this wasn’t a battlefield, wasn’t chaos or survival. This was loss, plain and unchangeable, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. What would be the point? Words wouldn’t bring the boy back. So he stood there, silent, watching as Hank gently placed a sheet over the boy’s face, his shoulders heavy with the burden of yet another life lost.

And then Logan saw you.

You stood at the foot of the bed, as calm and composed as ever. Logan didn’t need to glance around to know no one else in the room had noticed you. They never did. But you were unmistakable to him. He had seen you too many times to question your presence now. There was something about the way you carried yourself, the way the very air around you seemed to still, that demanded his attention.

You didn’t look at him right away. Your gaze was fixed on the lifeless body beneath the sheet, your expression soft but tinged with an almost imperceptible sorrow. It wasn’t pity—it was something quieter, deeper. Logan’s chest tightened at the sight of it. For all his time on battlefields and in the aftermath of violence, he had never quite seen an expression like yours. It was as though you bore the weight of every soul you touched, every life that slipped through your fingers, and yet you carried it with grace.

His breath hitched when your eyes finally met his. It was like the world around him fell away, leaving only the two of you. The hum of the medbay equipment, the sound of Hank quietly cleaning up his tools, even the steady rhythm of Logan’s own heartbeat—they all faded into nothing. Your gaze held him captive, steady and unwavering, as though you could see straight through the gruff exterior he wore like armor.

“You’re early,” Logan muttered, his voice low and rough, tinged with a frustration he couldn’t fully place. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this way around you, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. Your presence always left him unsettled, though he’d never admit it out loud.

You didn’t flinch at his words. If anything, they seemed to amuse you, the faintest curve of a smile ghosting across your lips. “I’m always here when I’m needed,” you replied, your tone soft but carrying a quiet gravity that made his frustration twist into something else—something he couldn’t name.

Logan’s fists unclenched slowly, his fingers flexing at his sides as he took a step forward. The tension between you seemed to grow with every inch he closed, the air thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged truths. His voice was quieter now, almost accusing, as he asked, “And what about when you’re not?”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him with an intensity that made his skin prickle. It wasn’t the kind of gaze that made him feel small or insignificant—it was the kind that made him feel seen. Truly, fully seen, in a way that both unnerved and grounded him.

“Then I wait,” you said simply, your tone as steady as ever, but there was something behind your words, a weight that hinted at more.

Logan’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together as he tried to make sense of the emotions churning inside him. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—vulnerable, exposed, tethered to something he didn’t understand. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. There was a pull between you, an invisible thread that bound him to you in a way that felt inevitable.

The space between you was small now, close enough that he could see every detail of your face—the softness of your features, the faint shimmer in your eyes, the way the light seemed to catch on something almost ethereal about you. Close enough that he could feel the heat of your presence, brushing against his skin like a whisper.

Logan’s hands twitched at his sides, his instincts warring against each other. Part of him wanted to reach out, to touch something solid and real, to prove to himself that you weren’t just some figment of his imagination. But the other part of him—the part that had learned to respect the quiet inevitability of your presence—held him back.

“You wait,” he said finally, his voice rough but quieter now, almost resigned. “For what?”

Your gaze softened, and for a moment, Logan thought you might answer. He thought you might close the remaining space between you, might let him feel something tangible in the charged air between you. But you didn’t move.

“For the right time,” you said simply, your voice carrying an unshakable certainty that made Logan’s chest tighten.

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. Logan wanted to press, to demand answers, to tear down the walls of mystery that surrounded you. But something in your gaze stopped him. There was a finality to your presence, a quiet assurance that no matter how many questions he asked, the answers wouldn’t come until you were ready to give them.

Before Logan could say anything more, the moment began to slip away. You stepped back, the tension between you easing as the distance grew. Your form seemed to blur at the edges, fading into the sterile light of the medbay like smoke dissipating into the air.

“Wait—” Logan began, his voice rough and strained, but it was too late. You were gone.

The hum of the medbay equipment returned, the sound of Hank’s movements grounding Logan back in the present. But he didn’t move. He stood there, his hands still flexing at his sides, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The air felt heavier in your absence, the silence deafening.

Logan’s eyes flicked to the lifeless form on the table, then back to the empty space where you had stood. He didn’t know what to make of what had just happened—what to make of you. All he knew was that you had left something behind, something intangible but undeniable.

And for the first time in a long time, Logan felt the weight of his own mortality, not as a curse, but as a promise. A promise that, when the time came, you would be there, waiting.

------

The village was a husk of what it had once been, consumed by fire and chaos. Smoke hung heavy in the air, curling into the ashen sky like ghostly fingers. The charred remains of buildings stood like jagged teeth, casting eerie shadows across the ruined ground. The stench of burnt wood, scorched metal, and something more human filled Logan’s lungs as he moved through the desolation. His boots crunched against debris, every step deliberate, every breath drawn through gritted teeth.

The team had split up hours ago to search for survivors, their voices crackling faintly through Logan’s comms, but he’d turned his radio down to nothing. He preferred the silence, the grim solitude of hunting through the wreckage. He’d followed a different trail, one that tugged at something deeper than instinct. He didn’t know what he was looking for—or rather, who.

And then he found you.

You were kneeling in the midst of the destruction, your presence impossibly still against the chaos around you. A woman lay motionless at your feet, her body crumpled in a way that spoke of pain and fear in her final moments. Logan paused, his breath catching as he watched you. Your hand hovered above the woman’s chest, close but never touching. The tension etched into her features began to fade, her expression softening into peace as if you’d taken the weight of her final agony and lifted it away.

The air around you felt different. It always did. Logan couldn’t explain it—couldn’t put words to the way the atmosphere seemed to hum, charged with something that was neither warmth nor cold, neither threatening nor comforting. It was simply you.

This time, Logan didn’t hesitate.

“You always show up,” he said, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. It was rough, gravelly, but even. There was no fear in his tone, only a strange sense of certainty, as if he’d been expecting you all along.

Slowly, you rose, your movements deliberate and graceful, as though even the air around you obeyed your unspoken command. When your gaze finally met his, it was like the rest of the world fell away. The smoldering ruins, the acrid smoke, the distant cries of the wounded—they all faded into the periphery. In that moment, it was just the two of you.

“And you always notice,” you replied, your voice steady, carrying a quiet weight that settled into Logan’s chest like an anchor.

The space between you was thinner than it had ever been, the air charged with something unspoken. It wasn’t just the tension of two strangers crossing paths. It was deeper, heavier, as though every encounter before this had been building to this moment. Logan’s pulse quickened, a steady drumbeat in his ears that matched the rhythm of his shallow breaths.

“You’re waiting for me,” he said, his voice low and steady, though there was an edge of something—accusation, maybe, or a challenge. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you admitted without hesitation. There was no coyness in your tone, no deflection. You spoke the truth plainly, as if it had always been obvious.

Logan’s chest tightened. He could feel the heat of your presence, brushing against him like a whisper he couldn’t quite grasp. His claws itched to extend—not for violence, but for something solid, something real. “But not today,” you continued, your eyes holding his with an unyielding certainty.

“Why not today?” Logan asked, his voice rough but quieter now, the edge softened by something deeper.

You took a step closer, the movement slow and deliberate, as if you were giving him time to process each inch of space you closed. Logan didn’t move, his body frozen in place. His breath hitched as the distance between you dwindled to mere inches, close enough that he could see every detail of your face—the way your features seemed both otherworldly and grounded, the faint shimmer in your eyes that caught the dim light, the way the air around you seemed to hum with something he couldn’t name.

“You’re not ready,” you said, your voice so quiet it felt like a secret meant only for him.

Logan’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his face twitching as he processed your words. He leaned ever so slightly forward, his hands twitching at his sides, his claws threatening to extend. He hated how vulnerable he felt in that moment, exposed and tethered to something he couldn’t control.

“What if I am?” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. The question wasn’t just for you—it was for himself, for whatever force had brought him here, for the universe that seemed to keep you just out of reach.

For a moment, it looked as though you might reach for him. Your hand lifted slightly, your fingers hovering near his arm, so close that he swore he could feel the warmth of your presence brushing against his skin. Logan’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven movements as he fought the urge to close the gap himself.

But you didn’t touch him.

“You’ll know when it’s time,” you said softly, your gaze steady, unwavering. There was no doubt in your tone, no hesitation. Just a quiet certainty that left Logan’s throat tight and his heart pounding.

The tension between you was unbearable, like a storm building on the horizon, waiting to break. Logan’s claws twitched again, not out of anger or fear, but because he needed to feel something tangible, something solid, to ground himself in the overwhelming weight of your presence.

But before he could act, you stepped back.

“Wait—” Logan began, his voice rough and strained, but the word caught in his throat as you began to fade. Your form blurred at the edges, dissolving into the smoky air like a memory slipping through his fingers.

And then you were gone.

Logan stood frozen, his hand still half-raised as though reaching for a ghost. The distant crackle of flames and the faint groans of the wounded filled the silence you left behind, but none of it registered. The warmth of your presence lingered in the air, brushing against his skin like the final notes of a song that ended too soon.

All he could think of was the way you had looked at him—calm, knowing, certain—and the weight of your words. “You’ll know when it’s time.” They echoed in his mind, heavy with a promise he didn’t fully understand but couldn’t ignore.

For the first time, Logan understood something he had always felt but never acknowledged: you weren’t just waiting for him. He was waiting for you, too. But the time wasn’t right.

Not yet.

[aziraphales-library]

hi! i don't know if this ask has been done before but do you have any comedy fic recs? i've had enough of angst for a bit and i just want to read aziracrow bicker and laugh out loud :))

Hey. We have #humour, #humor, #crack, and #bickering tags, for all your laughing needs. Here are more to add...

Seamstress of Soho by GayDemonicDisaster (M)

Season 2 spoilers! When Mrs. Sandwich spots a suspicious new guy apparently lurking on her turf, the misunderstanding leads to an unlikely friendship between the ‘seamstress’ and a demon. So in episode 6 we see that Mrs. Sandwich is clearly at ease with Crowley and he with her, enough to share a joke together. Combine that with the curious sign on her door which might just be referring to Crowley, and we have a little buddy comedy in the making. I decided to explore the backstory of how they came to know one another between season 1 and the beginning of season 2. While this little comedy is about sex workers, there is NO sex in it, and rated M solely for oblique references to things like contraceptive devices and so on - honestly it could get away with a “teen and up” rating but I like to err on the side of caution.

Pass the Remote, Angel by Mrs_Cake_Is_Here (M)

Aziraphale has returned to Heaven, leaving Crowley a tv binge-watching wreck. However, healing can come from the most unlikeliest of places. While Muriel has been instructed to provide daily reports of the demon’s emotional state, they find that sharing time together, even by watching a scary show, can be the catalyst that builds friendships. And they’d probably both be couch potatoes by now if the Supreme Archangel hadn’t just gone missing.

Christmas Lights by FuzzyGoblin (T)

Christmas Lights is on the agenda at the monthly meeting of the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Traders Association, but it's not the only thing on Mr Brown's, of Brown's World of Carpets, mind. As he pines for the mysterious bookseller, his efforts are thwarted by the tall ginger goth.

The Book Thieves by ThingsJustHappenSometimes (T)

“Did they steal it? Professional book thieves, probably going around in their car stealing books.” Be careful what you tell an adolescent antichrist who has the ability to warp reality, he might just make things real. - - - Featuring: A confused ineffable duo in ridiculous costumes, a presumed relationship, overpowered magical books, meddling humans, multiple chase scenes, and a generally all around silly action-packed time. - - - [If you like 1920s Costumes, Indiana Jones, Isekai Vibes, and/or That-One-Auction-Heist-Scene from Uncharted 4, you’ll like this story.]

Rattle Those Pots & Pans by Mackaley (M)

“My instructions…” He parted his mouth as he searched for a word. “Instruct that I just get right into it. You all have been brought here tonight because you have one thing in common: you’re all being blackmailed.” A tense hush fell through the room. “You’re all paying what you can afford - in some cases I’m sure more than you can afford - to prevent your secrets from being exposed. And none of you know who is currently blackmailing you.” Gabriel scoffed. “This is ridiculous. I’m an upstanding member of the international finance community - what could I possibly have done to be blackmailed about?” “You’re a member of the international finance community,” Crowley drawled. ----- A Good Omens Clue (1985) AU

through the tides by viperinz (T)

With that thought, Aziraphale takes to asking experts if his feelings are something more or just love for his dearest, most sweetest friend. If he wasn’t sure himself, then surely the experts on the internet will have something for him. Which brings him to the front of his computer, ready to search something up on the search engine he has pulled up. He’s not one to ask too many questions, but he supposes it won’t hurt. He starts typing, and is satisfied with his search of "Am I in love with my best friend?" Straight to the point, and very concise. Aziraphale has no doubt he’ll find what he’s looking for. He presses enter on the keyboard, and a bunch of results flood in. “Oh, dear,” he gasps at the mass amount of answers. Where is he supposed to start?

Aziraphale discovers the wonderful world of online love quizzes and WikiHow, all in the process of wooing and confessing his love to Crowley.

- Mod D

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC RECS M.LIST

ONE CHICAGO

KEVIN ATWATER

Badge of Honor — @keanureevesisbae

Torments — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

I’ll Be Seeing You — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

Just One Round — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Coffee Bae — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Can We Talk — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

S.O.S. — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

I Got You — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

Daddy Kink — @strwbrrykss

Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You — @libraryofloveletters

Won’t You Be Mine?— @ssahotchswifemain

Smoothie — @reelwriter19 .☘︎ ݁˖

Say It — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Doctor’s Visit (Drabble) — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Lucky Ones — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Ready — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNOR RHODES

Lunch — @collecting-stories

Model Husband — @deanstead

Money, Money, Money — @poppadom0912

Vows — @deanstead

In The Dark — @bullet-prooflove

JAY HALSTEAD

My Blessings — @halsteadlover

Mine — @onechicagolife

What Are You Doing? — @themultifandomgal

Never Been So Scared — @dlmlufics

Med Students — @poppadom0912

I’m Late — @dlmlufics

Domestic — @lily174

I’ll Look Out For You — @lily174

Birthday Surprise — @dlmlufics

I Promised You Forever — @dlmlufics

The Sister Halstead Materlist — @citygirlcharlotte

Baby Halstead — @dlmlufics

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead — @dlmlufics

HANK VOIGHT

Keep You Safe — @poisonedjoinery

Filthy Secrets — @poisonedjoinery

Sweet Little Thing — @poisonedjoinery

The Family We Chose — @procrastinatorimagines

Hank x Deaf!Fem!Reader — @keanureevesisbae

Is That My Shirt? — @one-sweet-gubler

Slow And Steady — @smaoineamhsalach

Accidental First Kiss — @libraryofloveletters

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Anything But Me (+ Ellie Williams) ⎢ Part 2 — @seattlesellie

Abby x Ticklish!Reader — @lolasimms

First Kiss — @millerssurora

Sleepy Lovemaking w/ Abby — @lolasimms

Scumbag!Abby — @canaidliafail

Uncharted Territory — @sweetercalypso

Abby Being Sweet w/ Crybaby!Reader — @sweetercalypso

Stressed Out — @ourautumn86

Tea Parties and Mockery — @lolasimms

Espresso and Hand Holding — @lolasimms

Abby and Reader w/ Toddler Twins — @lolasimms

Girl Mom!Abby x Black!Reader ⎢ More HCs — @theendofevangelionnn .☘︎ ݁˖

At Least I Got You In My Head ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 2.5 ⎢ 3 — @whatwouldsylwrite

Camgirl!Reader x Camgirl!Abby — @deblklesb

Abby Making A Sextape With You— @deblklesb

Soft Ridges — @elsfairy

Discovering The Mommy Kink — @hope-drunk

The Late Shift — @pinknightsinmymind

Tan Lines — @sweetercalypso

Look, Wild Cherries! — @s-4pphics .☘︎ ݁˖

Sexting w/ GF!Abby — @ourautumn86

Jealous Sex w/ Basketball!Abby — @elsweetheart

Morning Routine — @lolasimms

Abby Teasing You — @strawberryjamheart

Stay Grounded ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @canaidliafail

Deep End — @angelkissiies

Stubborn — @darlingmisa

It’s Gonna Kill Me — @fleshwaters

Abby Anderson NSFW HCs — @pinknightsinmymind

Size Kink w/ Abby — @seattlesellie

Mom!Abby HCs — @lolasimms

Abby Helps You Squirt — @sweet-lover-girl

Mornings — @pinknightsinmymind

Wife!Abby and Reader ⎢ Part Two — @lolasimms

Modern AU: GF!Abby HCs ⎢ Part 2 — @hyperfixatesnwrites

What? Like It’s Hard? — @angelkissiies

Try Something New — @toasty-melons

Lemon Color, Honey Glow — @girldreaming

Munch! — @ourautumn86

Being Modern!Abby’s Girlfriend — @hope-drunk

Rugby Player!Abby — @abbysgirlx

Cooking For Abby — @darlingmisa

Hockey!Abby — @millersaurora

Serene — @elsfairy

Talk You Through It — @pinknightsinmymind

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop

[pjohoo-reclists]

Percy Jackson & Neptune Fic Recs

A list of fanfics featuring the platonic/familial relationship between Percy Jackson and Neptune. Enjoy!

kept you like an oath by aadarshinah

Not Rated | 800 words | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Temporary Amnesia, Percy Jackson Needs a Hug, Flower Crowns

"You were born for a reason, Percy Jackson. Perhaps it was to remind these Romans of the power of the sea." Or: One universe over, a world exists where Percy gets 24 hours between being accepted into the legion and being sent to Alaska on the quest to free Thanatos. This has a greater effect than anyone could realize.

Daddy's home by IncompleteTh0ts

G | 1.2k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Neptune, Neptune & Poseidon, Hazel Levesque & Frank Zhang

Memory Loss, Camp Jupitar, Son of Neptune

Percy finally meets his father.

Fishing And Fishermen by orphan_account

G | 1.3k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Neptune & Poseidon, Neptune & Percy Jackson

Post-Son of Neptune

In the attempt to make the visit less awkward, Neptune- employed by Juno/Hera to talk to and make sure Poseidon is well- tells a cryptic story of Perseus's time in SON. Later he finds himself answering a prayer Aka: Uncharted bullshits their way into extending the storyline and narrative and finds themself actually liking its actions upon the story

Storm Drains by Phoenix_And_Thestral

G | 2.1k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Short & Sweet, Bonding, Pre-Canon

He had not come here to speak to the boy. He really shouldn’t have stuck around as long as he had. Neptune had just thought to see him, to see what child Poseidon had borne after so long heeding the oath. He could tell the child would be powerful someday -- assuming, of course, that he lived that long. And yet, Neptune found himself sitting on the curb beside a storm drain, trying to convince the mortal child that there were great whites under the streets of New York.

bellow, bid our father rise by magdalenes (ariadnes)

T | 2.5k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Neptune

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Camp Jupitar, Father-Son Relationship

The first thing his father ever says to him is, "Y'have a way of prayer, boy. Best be careful with those thoughts. Ye may be my get, but I'll leave you for the gulls to pick over just as quick."

He's Mine by PunkFlame

T | 3.1k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Seafam, Powerful Percy Jackson, Ascension

"He doesn't belong to you." Poseidon spat, allowing his own form to burst from its bounds. Neptune laughed, "Any of your treasures, especially your treasured offspring, belong to me. He has been mine from the time he drew his first breath." Poseidon growled, the water around them beyond ice cold. "No. You will leave him be. Stay away from my boy." "I think not. You've had your chance, now it's my turn."

bloodtide by DragonflyxParodies

Not Rated | 4.5k | Last Updated May 23, 2024

Percy Jackson & Neptune, Percy Jackson & Kymopolia, Percy Jackson/Nico di Angelo

Non Canon Compliant, Past Genocide, Divine Retribution

There are no water gods in New Rome.

marked me like a bloodstain by aadarshinah

T | 5.5k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Hazel Levesque, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Temporary Amnesia, Father-son relationship, Powerful Percy Jackson

"Nice to see you're not letting losing that upstart Achilles' curse slow you down."

Perseus Jackson and dii Consentes by CarpePugna

M | 6.7K+ | Last Updated Oct 16, 2023

Percy Jackson & Jason Grace, Percy Jackson & Neptune, Percy Jackson & Lupa

Roman Mythology, Camp Jupitar, no sugarcoating the myths here

Life’s been pretty normal for Percy and Jason since they left the she-wolf Lupa and arrived at Camp Jupiter; but now, with tensions stirring amongst the gods, Jason and Percy must band together to protect not only New Rome but the rest of the world itself. AKA the Roman!Percy au that’s not very original since I’m plastering over canon with Roman legends instead. But I hope you like it all the same!

Even with just a name by 60sec400 

G | 8.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson/Neptune

Dark Percy Jackson, Good Parent Neptune, Roman Percy Jackson

Small snippets in a world where Percy chose the ocean. Neptune finds his son. Perseus Jackson has a quest for the glory of Rome and the glory of Neptune. Only, well, he's met another god. And that god wants him to find Annabeth Chase, the one name he's had in his head since he's woken up other than his own. aka. disconnected scenes that could exist in a son of neptune au

The Ascension of Percy Jackson ( as brought to you by Poseidon) by breakerfaith

T | 22k+ | Last Updated May 31, 2024

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Ascension, Poseidon Loves Percy Jackson, Alternate Universe

Poseidon looks at Percy and decides " no you don't get to die" and focuses on turning Percy into a god.

[broadwaybalogna]

Give me your Zutara fic recs

YES. Okay so last time I answered this I only gave one fic so I’m gonna give an actual list this time!!

So my #1 fic of ALL TIME will always be Modern Love. It’s so cute! It’s basically Zuko being Katara’s bodyguard and both pining themselves to death.

Now I will admit, I am so obsessed with LongingForRain. They’ve made soooo many amazing works but my top three would have to be Just One Drink,

Learning To Love Again,

AND The Problem Is You

But I totally recommend checking out their other works!

Next I’d have to suggest reading Sticks and Stones (Will Break Your Bones) because it’s SO CUTE. I do recommend reading the tags before the fic, however.

Now I’ve read SOME of Uncharted Waters. And from what I’ve read, it was phenomenal. I just cannot live with slow burn fics. I need romance practically immediately. But I’d still 100% recommend it!

I’ve also really enjoyed don’t sing to me (please just don’t). I found it so funny and lighthearted!

Another fave would honestly be One Bedroom Away. This is kind of a smutty story… so not exactly my forte but I actually enjoyed the plot and it was (kinda??) cute! It is, however, only open to registered users, so I apologize if you’re a guest reader on ao3.

Also on my list is Among The Leaves. Is SOOOO ADORABLE!!!

Lastly, Just Like Heaven is an amazing fic as well!!

I think I included a good assortment of popular and lesser known fics here. I had to dig through all my history to find the ones I really loved!❤️❤️❤️

[ruerecs]

𝑛𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

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[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Hello dear witches,

I hope you’re all well and enjoy your post-blog era🫶 The world is rough right now so in case you might stop by this cauldron some day, I’d love some recs for romantic lovey dovey smutty David Patrick, specifically before and after the cut away during the hickey afternoon at the store or the sleepover at Stevie’s (or the olive branch performance or any of their scenes really lol). Thanks in advance, sending witchy love

If there's one thing those two have in abundance it's smutty fics with lots of feelings. Give these a try:

Beautiful - @ahurston

Come on, get higher, loosen my lips - SweetSirius ( @wordthieve)

Days without you, yeah I hate those - @petrichor-apothecary

the garden's soft, my skin is weak - @my-nameless-bliss

ici - @blackandwhiteandrose

impatient and very sure of himself - simplytheworst

It's a yes - @JessX2231

Let Me Be The One - @wildxwired

love you in moderation (do i look moderate to you?) - @stereopticons

mutually beneficial… -  startswithhope ( @language-of-love)

Nocturnal - @dazedwriter1

a romantic entanglement… - startswithhope ( @language-of-love)

Tell me something true - @vivianblakesunrisebay

“..think about what you’ve done.” - yourmariahcarey

uncharted territory - @schittyfic When You've Got It, Don't Let it Go - @unfolded73

[cameliawrites]

Kanej Fic Recs: The "Figuring Out Intimacy" Trope

If you're anything like me, you're a glutton for very specific fic tropes applied to your very favorite OTPs (and we all know my OTP of OTPs is kanej). To this end, ao3 tags are your best friend. When you see that delicious combination of tags like "emotional hurt/comfort" and "healing" and "pining" with some sort of moody, vaguely poetic title, that's the good shit right there. That is a MEAL, and you are about to feast.

Anyways. I'm getting off track.

I come to you today with more than just an offering to the potluck; I am here to open up the doors to the whole damn buffet. That's right - FIC RECS. Specifically, fic recs that scratch the particular itch for "post-canon fics where Kaz and Inej figure out how to touch each other, but really the Physical Armor is always symbolic of the Emotional Armor that they have to learn to lower if they hope to ever really Be Together." Do you know what I'm talking about? If you know, you know. It's kanej figuring out intimacy. It's touch, but it's about the way they touch each other's souls. It's a fandom-classic fic trope. FEAST AWAY. (And feel free to reblog and add any of your own favorites! This is certainly not an exhaustive list, just some favorites of mine that fit the bill.)

They're all complete, they're all canon compliant (I had to set some limitations because my list was getting out of hand lol), and they're listed in order of rating (T, M, etc.), but otherwise they're in no particular order, and the summaries and/or most of the excerpts are those provided by the authors on ao3!

Can We Stop? by thegoldenkneazle (Rated G, 220 words, drabble)

Excerpt:

Kaz immediately drew back, rolling over onto his side of the creaky bed to create space between them. “Are you okay?” he asked, dark eyebrows drawing together.

Every Time We Touch by Pokemon67 (Rated G, 1k words, oneshot)

Summary: "Inej hadn't been exaggerating. It wasn’t easy for her either."

Excerpt:

She couldn’t quite recall how they’d ended up here, in Kaz’s room, on his bed. She was perched on his legs, right in front of him, and if she raised her head she could look into his eyes count the little flecks of gold the light always teased to her were there. 

Uncharted Waters by insignificant457 (Rated T, 5k words, oneshot)

Summary: "One step on the long and winding road to intimacy."

Excerpt:

Perhaps Inej should be insulted that she’s been penciled into Kaz’s schedule, fit snugly in between a Crow Club shareholders’ meeting and a parley with the Liddies, but when it comes to taking steps forward in their relationship, romantic spontaneity is not exactly something they can afford.

Council of the Tides by blacktag189 (Rated T, 15k words, multichap)

Excerpt:

With each tiny step forward they made, the urgency to be pulled out to sea still built. She couldn't ignore the brutal truth in that - that no matter how much he gave her here...one day everything would align just right and she would leave. But today wasn't that day.

Discover the Rest by Silver_89 (Rated T, 4k words, oneshot) (note: restricted to ao3 account holders)

Summary: "Post Crooked Kingdom fic where Kaz and Inej have made some progress with touch but touch is not the only progress Inej wants to see from him. She wants to know him too."

Excerpt:

Inej didn’t share much about her time at the Menagerie...And yet she had shared that she struggled with touch too. He understood why. But she didn’t know why he was the same. I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all. It was time he tried taking it off.

All Flowers in Time (Bend Towards the Sun) by laurie_ipsum (Rated M, 10k words, multichap)

Summary: "Does this fandom need yet another Kaz and Inej figure out intimacy fic? Probably not, but I did it anyway."

Excerpt:

Kaz wants all his firsts. It’s written in his eyes, on his face, in every line of his body. She can tell it terrifies him. It terrifies her, too.

One Thousand and One Nights by Trogdor19 (Rated M, 11k words, multichap)

Summary: "One new touch, every night…"

Excerpt:

He dips his head, his cheekbone brushing against hers so quietly it’s like the way she moves. So silkily between shadows no one’s ever quite sure it happened. 'Wait for me,' he breathes. The letters barely given enough air to shape them.

The Trouble With Wanting by A_nonnie_mouse (Rated M, 6k words, oneshot, part of a series)

Summary: "Inej begins to reckon with her own armor so she can have what, and who, she wants."

Excerpt:

“Kaz.” She was frustrated at his self-deprecation. “Please understand. My mind wants you. My heart longs for you. My body…” She struggled for words, the shame rising again, threatening her eyes with tears. “My body isn’t entirely convinced something horrible isn’t going to happen again. This wasn’t because of you. You understand that, don’t you?” 

show me where my armor ends (show me where my skin begins) by kingsandqueensofthebarrel (Rated M, 25k words, oneshot)

Excerpt:

“You’re something I want, Wraith,” he says, his tone all business like. “And I don’t stop until I have what I want.” “That could have sounded romantic.” “It’s a fact.” She hums and squeezes his hand.

collision course by cameliawrites (Rated M, 10k words, oneshot) (shameless self-promotion)

Excerpt:

Inej adjusts to Kaz the way that winter adjusts to spring: she thaws, and thaws, and thaws—and then she utterly melts.

you're a bandit like me, eyes full of stars by sarathedreamer (Rated M, 54k words, multichap, part of a series)

Summary: "Kaz and Inej learning to be with one another after Crooked Kingdom (events in Rule of Wolves might be mentioned in later chapters but you'll be warned!) Basically a slow burn filled with angst and fluff, and little plot :)"

Excerpt:

She blushed and felt a smile tug at her lips, so she looked down at his hand, held up in front of her like an invitation. His fingers were barely shaking. Inej looked back up at his eyes, asking a silent question once more, and Kaz nodded after a short hesitation. She gently cupped his hand in hers, fascinated by the softness of it, by the way two of hers were not quite enough to hold one of his. No one but she could know how graceful Dirtyhands’ weapons were under his gloves, and that was another one of his secrets she would gladly keep close to her chest.

Things We Can Never Do by rainstormdragon (Rated E, 3k words, oneshot, part of a series)

Excerpt:

They had done this before more than once. First words, then their hands on their own bodies. Gasped encouragement and shared fantasies. “Tell me what you’d want to do,” he urged her, not moving even a hair’s breadth toward her, giving her the safety of the space between them. “Tell me what you’d want me to do.”

Closer by lilieswho (Rated E, 7k words, oneshot)

Excerpt:

There is a deep desire crawling under Inej’s skin. It’s a feeling she’s begun to grow used to by now — the feeling of wanting someone, wishing for their touch and hoping they wish for hers back. Not someone’s, no. Kaz’s.

If you've made it all the way to the end of this rec list (hi!! thanks!), you should absolutely reply to or reblog this post with your favorite "kanej figure out intimacy" fic, whether it's on this list or something else! :) Support your local organic pasture-raised fic authors, etc. etc.

[mermaidinn]

fanfic friday!? ofmd innkeeper era recs part 2:

Hi all! I posted a list of brilliant innkeeper stories back in march, here’s a part 2 with some of my favorites that have come out since then! 💖

innkeeper era recs p1 ~~~ season 2 missing scene fic recs

bread and roses (7k)- oddishly

Lovers of Beauty (4k)- Jodalyn 

Down in the Ol' Gravy Basket (3k)- pirate_captains_captain_pirates

One Last Job (10k)- Shermanic

Talking About Things (2k)- Chocolatepot 

Just a Little Fall of Rain (3k)- pirate_captains_captain_pirates

Swan (3k)- YellowMustard 

like your heart’s a pomegranate (20k)- ingydar

Connecting the Dots (20k)- YellowMustard

read me like a book (10k)- xoxoemynn

bigger than the whole sky (1k)- gentleblahaj

the poor groom's bride is a… (5k)- ingydar

An Uncharted Level of Waves (5k)- Living_City

the taste of marmalade (2K)- ghostalservice (plantainleaf)

Fortunate (4k)- Jellybeanium124

No More Running (2k)- eperonae

gonna build you up, gonna help you believe (8k)- Jodalyn 

Flowers In Your Hair (7k)- Followsthebees

True to Life (28k)- ipomoea_batatas

don’t worry about it, kitten (7k)- Adamarks

Nudist Shark Freak (4k)- the_hitcher_is_my_dad

Still Here in the Morning (5k)- pirate_captains_captain_pirates

Caution: Spider on Board (3k)- YergiiDzov (Yergink)

soft like silk chiffon (12k)- mediocrepirate

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Happy Birthday, Aeor is For Reccing!

One year ago today (give or take a couple hours), we published our first rec list. To celebrate, I (Opera) have prepared some stats. A little bit like a reccing wrapped, only with a smaller budget and being less creepy about your data.

But thank you to everyone who has recced, every one who has read the reclist, everyone who has reblogged, everyone who has kudosed, to @professor-rye and @theusualjasper, and everyone who helped along the way.

I'm glad we've gotten this far!

To start: We've had 685 recs, 478 fics, 210 Authors, 53 reclists and 43 themes.

Most Recced Authors: (1) Mousecookie - 25 recs (1) royalgreen - 25 recs (3) SaltCore - 21 recs (4) hanap - 15 recs (5) kmackatie - 14 recs (5) Chrome - 14 recs (5) Firefright - 14 recs (8) Mlle Kurtz - 12 recs (9) road_rhythm - 11 recs (9) MinnesotaBruja - 11 recs (9) LuckyOwlsFoot - 11 recs (9) MarsBar2019 - 11recs

Authors with the most fics recced: (1) royalgreen - 18 fics (2) SaltCore - 13 fics (2) hanap - 13 fics (4) Mousecookie - 12 fics (5) kmackatie - 10 fics (5) LuckyOwlsFoot - 10 fics (7) Firefright - 9 fics (7) Jakia - 9 fics (9) Professor_Rye - 8 fics (9) Mlle Kurtz - 8 fics

Fics recced the highest number of times: Hard Mouth and The Hole in the Stone, both recced 8 times Fic recced the most number of times for a single theme: In the Closet of Our Discretion, by Firefright for Cultural Differences (recced 4 times) Longest fic recced: Dappled Shadow and Penumbral Light by Professor_Rye (463,977) Shortest fic recced: Of Constellations and Freckles, also by Professor_Rye (100 words) First fic Recced:  Stay for a Spell by Palebluedot Latest fic Recced: Uncharted Waters by EmpressofWizards

Word Cloud based on what people like about the fics:

Most common content note: Choose Not To Warn Number of Series recced: 16 Percentage of Hidden Gems that are No Longer eligible (have over 150 kudos):  48% (check them out!) Number of Images Rai has Used: 27

So what's next?

Well, the absolute next thing is that sometime this week I'm going to post the reccing spreadsheet for everyone to see - if people want to look through old recs, they should feel free to! Then there's the ideas I had from the survey a few months ago - chief among them was making it easier to import information from AO3 (you'd still be able to rec fics that can't be imported or on tumblr, I'm just trying to remove some of the hassle) I'm still doing research on the best way to make that happen, and kind of selfishly want to do it myself - but it's been a busy couple of months for me.

Speaking of which - I'm having surgery in a month! A double masectomy and reconstruction on February 19 (roughly equivalent to top surgery (masculinizing)) and February 20th (roughly equivalent to top surgery (femininzing- fat grafting)). Kind of like they're turning my chest on and off again - a ctrl-alt-deteat, if you will. Anyway, I don't want cancer, but everyone I've talked to about this has said the stomach incision is worse than the chest incision, and nobody's ever described top surgery as a walk in the park. I'm planning on doing absolutely nothing for six weeks, and @theusualjasper will be taking over during that time.

Anyway, here's to another year! Thanks to everyone who has participated or helped along the way, you're all great. Even you <3