#plotty

[dodgerkedavra]

FIC REC: Northbound by @pl0tty

“An insane thought: what if Nick was Malfoy’s type? It wouldn’t be the most outlandish thing to consider—an older, handsome, rugged man, taller than Malfoy by at least a foot, with the kind of easygoing air that screamed VERY GENEROUS TOP.”

This excerpt perfectly exemplifies this fic: it’s so funny, so sweet, and Santa is hot. It’s THE WHOLE PACKAGE!!!!!!! READ IT!!!!!!

RATING: T

RELATIONSHIP: Drarry

WORDS: 6,010

Read Northbound on AO3

[hwsforeignrelations]

Researching US debt for a very sexy finance essay and im just imagining this candle lit scene at a beautiful sushi restaurant and there's this very sweet, content atmosphere. Al's like don't u worry my boiled brisket bbygurl i got the check. And he opens his wallet and at LEAST a dozen credit cards spill out onto the table.

Now Arthur is just amused and playing footsie while Alfreds pretending like he doesn't notice and is nonchalantly flipping thru the credit cards to find one that's not maxed out.

Then they scurry off and marathon sex their way through all 9 reading/ref rooms of the Jefferson library of congress

[mollydot]

Good Omens - Fallen

[dnfao3tags]

dnfao3tags' bookmarks #6 - ongoing

Je te laisserai des mots (I'll leave you words)

by ShiloBarns

mature | wip | 27k+ | Graphic Depictions of Violence

American fighter pilot Clay ‘Dream’ Bennett is stranded after being shot down by a rogue German plane over rural France. In the midst of a Nazi occupied state, Dream’s savior comes in the form of a pretty Frenchman named George, who despite speaking limited English, could prove to be the difference between life and death. For both of them.

Heartbeat deafening, Dream stared through the trees, and a face stared back.

admin: this is a favourite of mine and i await every update eagerly. it just recently updated a couple days ago so i was reminded of it. please read it and support the author !!! it has an absolutely criminal amount of hits and kudos.

[hojichasunrise]

Blatant self promotion but part 4 of my Zutara longfic has concluded. One part left!

I realized I have literally not ever posted an actual link on my tumblr so here it is.

[edujournalblogs]

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[gnomewithalaptop]

do you have any really devastating hurt/comfort recs?

Hi!! Sorry this took me so long to do -- holiday season has me swamped

your ghost i will gladly bear by @mamawasatesttube - Comic book alternate universe logic leads to Tim and Kon reuniting after living through the other's deaths. UGH obsessed with this fic -- the implications of Elseworlds Kon taking on the Robin mantle after Tim's death vs Canon Tim changing his colors to reflect Kon's after Kon's have me seeing shrimp colors

Scandals Stick Together by @traya-sutton - With his mother dead, his father in a coma, and everybody convinced he's going to run his family company into the ground, Tim has to go to a Luthor gala. Unparalleled mental stress + public emotional breakdowns + no capes AU TimKon -- this one hits like nobody's business man

i'd give anything to hear you say it one more time by @popsunner - I've recced this series before, but this one fic (which works as a standalone btw) legitimately gets me every time. Cassie Sandsmark POV on dealing with Bart and Kon's sudden return from the dead. The only issue? It's been two days since she went to Tim's funeral, and nobody's told them he's dead yet. I read this fic whenever I need to cry for real -- Cassie gets put through the wringer in this series

A Long Fall with a Sudden Stop by @eggmacmuffin - Dick gets fear gassed. Tim has to deal with it. This not only has Tim comforting Dick through a fear gas incident (obvious H/C setup) but also it has a SUPER well-done and interesting take on fear gas that I haven't seen elsewhere

Oil and Watercolor by @dedicatedfollower467 - A Damian-centric platonic soulmate AU where you leave colors on each other's skin the first time you touch. SUCH a good relationship between Dick and Damian -- not technically tagged as H/C but I'm calling it that anyways because it gave me similar vibes

tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you about mine and its sequel you do not have to be good by @luvo27 are some of the most absolutely gut wrenching Cassandra Cain-centric fics I've read probably ever. Dealing with Cass's passive (and sometimes not-so-passive) suicidal thoughts pre and post Steph's death, these two fics focus heavily on her road to recovery, leaning on Steph, Tim, and Babs. Legitimately made me cry multiple times, and I actually held off on making this rec list until the author posted the last chapter so I could include it. Hands down two of my favorites of all time -- though heavy content warning on self harming behaviors and attempted suicide

If anyone wants to add on with your own recs below, or even if you just want to plug your own fics, I'm always on the prowl for new reading material! Just make sure to tag the authors if you know their tumblr username <3

[eldritch-elrics]

so while i was thinking about how funny rouxls's relationship with tenna is (more info in this post) i concocted a whole goofy fic premise about rouxls trying and failing to get tenna's romantic/sexual attention. i'm not gonna write this, but i figured i'd put it out there because it's fun (and in case anyone else wants to steal the premise for their own fic lol - if you do, let me know!!)

so the main premise of this is that i want tenna and rouxls to interact more because they're funny. however, writing a plotty deltarune fic without the fun gang being involved feels weird to me, so they are here also.

so: tenna has come up with a great new segment of the show, in which things get switched up and the contestants get to design a challenge for the crew to complete! everyone has different goofy ideas. susie's like "wow this is a group project i actually kind of want to work on. just a little bit." everything's going great until rouxls fucking kaard shows up and bribes/threatens/blackmails them into doing His Idea instead.

rk's idea is that, since the thing with the weather didn't work out, he needs a new plot to make himself tenna's second in command. he has therefore designed a "dating sim themed" game board and is ordering the fun gang to orchestrate from behind the scenes some sort of match up between himself and tenna.

tenna is flattered by all the attention, but insists that since he's the host, he can't participate! well, they find some way to make this happen anyway.

it's very important to me that this new gameboard 1. sucks ass, just like the design of it is bad, 2. rouxls has zero rizz, and 3. tenna keeps completely forgetting who rouxls is, compared to the other contestants, who tenna will politely flirt with or whatever

there could be some sort of "dating battle" where the fun gang have to support rk in combat against tenna. also throughout the show they have to gas up rk and make him look good and that sorta shit even though none of them wants to. like the whole thing is just kind of a disaster

one challenge in writing this would be to spice up rk and tenna's dynamic to more than just "tenna is dismissive of him/rude to him" like it is in canon. maybe tenna realizes that rk is of use to him in some really specific way - like as the "rules guy" he wants rouxls to be the set safety inspector or something along those lines - and gets really enthusiastic about that particular thing. in other circumstances rk might be thrilled to be a lackey, but here, he's gotten it into his head that accumulating lovers is the way to go... also this is not the kind of lackey work he has experience in at all.......

i'm not sure how it would end, but i don't think it would end with rk and tenna getting together because, in my opinion, the fun of this ship is that it's mostly one-sided. also i think eventually the fun gang realizes that rouxls doesn't really understand romance at all and ralsei (or someone) has to try to explain to him that romantic gestures are not what you do when you want to get into a particular power position. actually maybe this just ends with rk discovering bdsm...

includes:

running joke where tenna spells rouxls's name wrong

running joke about rouxls still having tenna's debit card and using it for stupid shit and somehow tenna never notices (even though it seems like he's going to at some points)

fun gang trying to come up with boyband-style outfits for rouxls

susie actively trying to sabotage the dating show in a way that somehow leads to the singular moment in the fic where rouxls and tenna actually connect

[givemaycoffee]

JinJae Mermay Drabble

Han Yoojin gasped, then rolled onto his side, retching up the sea water stuck in his lungs.

Fuck, that burned.

He flopped back, chest heaving as his lungs sucked in life saving oxygen, eyes scrunched closed against the sun beating down on him.

“My, my. You humans are such delicate creatures.”

He whipped his head around toward the voice and yelped when he came face to face with someone much closer than he was expecting. He tried to scramble backward on weak limbs, but was caught by a strong arm pulling him closer instead. It was as he was pulled under the man’s body that his brain finally fully processed what he was looking at—because it wasn’t a human pinning him down, but a siren.

And gods. He was almost hard to look at. With golden hair, and golden eyes, and a shining, long, glittering golden tale and beautiful translucent fins, he was like a sea of glimmering jewels. It was almost blinding. And no need to mention how handsome he was—sirens always were.

Yoojin would know. Han Yoohyun may have passed for a human for many years before returning to the sea, but his little brother was the most handsome siren of all.

Speaking of which.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yoojin shoved against the bare chest pinning him down, glaring at the dazzling smile above him.

“Well, given that I saved your life and therefore it belongs to me now, I was examining my new possession.”

The siren responded, sounding awfully nonchalant for such a bold statement.

“Wh—that isn’t how any of this works! You don’t own me. At most, I owe you a favor.”

“Hmmm. I’ll consider it. Does my item have a name?”

Yoojin glared, wondering if he should lie. But unlike the fae, sirens didn’t possess any particular ability to manipulate people using their names.

“Han Yoojin. And I’m not your item.”

“I’m Sung Hyunjae.”

Sung Hyunjae lifted a hand and used it to stroke a finger down Yoojin’s cheek, looking amused.

“I didn’t ask.”

“How mean. We should be getting to know each other.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Well, firstly, I happen to know where your brother is. I thought that might be of interest to you, given that you nearly died looking for him.”

Yoojin froze, eyes widening. How did he…

“And you, Han Yoojin-gun, I’d like to get to know you.” Sung Hyunjae’s smile took on a dangerous edge. “How did a little human gain immunity to siren songs? And how did you turn a siren like Han Yoohyun into… that.”

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Seven Some Sentences Sunday Monday

Thank you for the tags @hobbitwrangler @inkedmoth and sorry for breaking the premise a bit! I’m currently on a break from my most active WIP while I decide whether it’s OK or the worst thing ever written, so here’s a random little scene from the Meduseld Staff Secretly Resists Gríma fic (aka Andor in Rohan) that I’m probably not writing but enjoy thinking about!

For a moment, everyone stared in silence at the keys, bright and shiny in the dimness of the cellar.

“How in the world did you get those?” breathed Wenebyrd at last.

“It wasn’t hard. I got into his assistant’s bedchamber, and then I just took them. He probably hasn’t even noticed they’re missing yet.”

“Got into how, Teágwine? You’d better not be promising money to people again. Your seamstresses are still working through the extra mending we had to take in to pay off your last big ploy.”

“And that was worth it, wasn’t it? Without that tip, we’d still be wasting effort following Wormtongue’s aunt around every time the old crone toddled out of the house for a walk. But you needn’t worry about expenses today.” A mirthless smile appeared on her lips. “I paid with nature’s coin.”

“Oh, Teág, you didn’t.”

“Spare me your moralizing. We needed those keys, and now we have them.” She sat back in her seat, out of the candle’s faint glow, so that her voice seemed to come from the shadows themselves. “Unless you’re not interested in what Wormtongue keeps in his office after all.”

Teágwine is Meduseld’s master seamstress. Her sweetheart was the head of its courier corps (responsible for bringing messages back and forth to other parts of the kingdom or outside allies), but he was falsely accused of a crime by Gríma as part of an effort to purge certain staff so that Gríma loyalists could be installed in their place. Unnamed Courier Sweetheart took the challenge to his integrity very poorly and vigorously resisted arrest. In the melee that followed, he was killed, and now Teágwine will burn the whole world down if that’s what it takes to figure out why Gríma set up her guy for something she knows he didn’t do.

Here she’s just slept with Gríma’s assistant and then stolen his keys after he fell asleep. That assistant is gonna be really sorry when he wakes up and has to come begging for them back (she’ll hand them over but only after making copies). And then he’ll spend the better part of the story in this compromised position, forced into giving up more and more stuff so that he doesn’t get jailed for having allowed this huge security breach to happen.

I’m not sure who else has been tagged already? @ridingforrohan @lady-of-ithilien @cilil (no pressure) or anyone else who has a bit they’d like to share!

[jonny-versace]

Him seeing Vic, Aaron and John all in a standard 22ish minute episode is a hell of a lot to fit in, can't imagine it'll be particularly deep

[vaguely-concerned]

man I wish we'd been able to learn more about june. 'his will hides in the actions of others' is such a tantalizing phrase to just drop in there what does it MEAN what was he up to

[syndrossi]

Help, they're too cute, all of them! (Not me writing more of Daemon-wakes-up-before-the-twins-are-born!AU because the current scene in Resonant is kicking my ass...)

Daemon bundled them into thick furs, taking care to make sure their heads and ears were covered, until only small wisps of black and silver escaped along the sides of their round little faces. He grinned at the sight of them swallowed by the furs, nearly spherical in either arm, and crept out with his bounty, both utterly silent for the entirety of the walk to Caraxes’s enclosure. There was a trace of warmth in the light breeze, a promise of spring, and the air lacked the bite of months before. When spring came, Daemon guessed, it would come quickly to melt the snow that remained on the ground. Caraxes snuffed at his sons, and they both happily babbled at the dragon for the few minutes Daemon left them on the ground beside him to fetch his own personal saddle, as he’d taken to calling it. He secured them to it first before fastening the straps around his own chest, and when he was finished, he had one on either side of his back, peering over his shoulders.

[imonthatgayshit]

PLEASEEE I NEEDDDD MORE TIME TRAVEL DRARRY FICS (HPDM PLSSS) LIKE IM DESPERATE ITS SO GOOD

[octoir]

Trained wizards take roughly 1.67 seconds to nonverbally cast a standard spell. Professional duelists take somewhere around 0.87 seconds. For a Harry Potter, Tom records an astonishing 0.76 seconds– the fastest he’d ever seen.

But in contrast, the firearm’s fastest draw speed is precisely 0.208 seconds— firearms, unlike spells, require no complicated wand movements, no powerful magical core. A trained sharpshooter could kill a small crowd in under a few seconds.

Still, wizards were smarter. Wizards had magic. Wizards had shields. No bullet would be able to penetrate those.

Of course, unless someone wanted them to.

Tom kind of really, really wanted them to.

***

Or: That one time Harry Potter became a magical cowboy, and that one time Tom Riddle became a pain in the goddamn ass. After all, Smith and Wesson makes all men equal.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62036890/chapters/158653276

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

WE'RE GETTING TO THE REASON FOR THIS ARC YAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Very curious about Jiran's focus on Shirayuki and the Murder Twin

SHAKES STORY UNTIL MORE FALLS OUT

(Next chapter releases November 22 - Japan time)