#rating: T

[lamahnel]

1863

"Director of the Last False Act, for whom does your bell toll? When none are left to hear the bells, for what do they ring?"

2022

[deadboydetectives-ao3feed]

by marcel

"The spell forces honesty out of the afflicted target," Edwin says promptly. "I seem to be compelled to answer any question, as well as unable to lie when answering."

There's a brief silence while everyone takes that in - including Edwin, who immediately looks down at the floor, lips pressed tightly together.

"So this is your actual nightmare," Crystal deadpans. "Great."

After their near-miss in the Tall Forest, Charles feels that he and Edwin are finally getting back to normal - until the Cat King's meddling shows him just how much his best mate has been keeping from him. With the cat's magic forcing Edwin to tell the truth, Charles must help him navigate not only troubling questions and unwilling answers, but their own partnership and the secrets between them that threaten to change everything.

Words: 24987, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dead Boy Detectives (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland (DCU), Crystal Palace (DCU), Niko Sasaki, Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives)

Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Truth Spells, Getting Together, One Singular D/S Undertone, Kissing

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Flower War by XxTheDarkLordxX (@xx-thedarklord-xx) Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: T Word Count: 8k Podfic available here Read by: Anonymous Length: 30-60 minutes “So, I was thinking—” Neville cut off, causing Harry to peer up curiously. Neville’s eyes were narrowed on the flower, small frown marring his features. “Oh, how rude.” “What’s rude? It’s just a flower. Strange, since Malfoy sent it to me. Do you think he was cursed? I mean, it’s not like him to be nice.” Neville snorted, mouth twitching rapidly. “No, it’s not,” He agreed readily. “Malfoy sending this makes perfect sense though. The flower means, Beauty is your only attraction." Or… the one where Harry and Draco have a flower war. Their tamest fight yet to date as they trade silent insults, cutting barbs and even a few compliments sprinkled in.

[eyesofshinigami]

You, Here With Me

Rating: T

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, fluff, mentions of past violence, slight implication of sex

Prompt: From @steddieas-shegoes "Love is protection :heart: :wink:"

WC: 468

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 2

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Steve has never had someone hold him before.

He’s always the one out in front, always the one standing between everyone else and whatever danger they’re facing. He’s the shield, the tank, the buffer.

It’s not like he minds. It makes him feel useful, like he matters. For so long he was wrapped up in himself, if only to protect the soft parts of himself from the rest of the world. It was easy to be an arrogant asshole who thought the world owed him something.

It was easier than admitting he’s a scared little boy who just wants someone to hold him, to put their body between him and the rest of the world.

Steve’s never had someone hold him. Not like that. Not until Eddie.

They’re laying in their bed, in their little apartment across town. It’s not much, but it’s theirs, and Steve wouldn’t trade it for all the mansions in the world. He can hear the crickets chirping, feel the warm beginnings of summer creeping through the space where the window doesn’t meet the pane.

And Eddie is pressed along his back, solid and warm and there.

They’re in that hazy place between awake and asleep, tired from work and sex and lazy from the feeling that comes with sharing space with another person. Eddie is slurring into his ear about his plans for when the kids come over the next day and Steve feels the warmth of his boyfriend’s hands against his stomach. Callused, big, real. Fingers dance along the scars on his belly and Steve can’t think of a reason to flinch away from the touch. They share these scars, proof they lived and protected each other to lay in this bed, together.

Eddie’s body is curved around his, bracketing him. It’s a weight that he lets sink into his bones, helping him drift off to sleep. He’s comforted knowing that when he wakes later, head filled with blood and death and too many images about all the times he’s been put between someone else and whatever is coming for them, Eddie will be there. Eddie will be the buffer, pressed up against him and reminding him he’s safe. He’s loved. He’s kept and cared for.

Eddie will keep him safe. Safe from the dark corners of his mind, from the nightmares he’s lived and the blood-soaked memories he can’t outrun most nights.

“I got you, baby. And you got me,” Eddie whispers, smearing kisses against Steve’s neck. His arms wrap around Steve and hold him tight, and only then does Steve let himself finally fall asleep.

He does. He’ll stand between Eddie and the world, if he has to. But here, in the quiet of their room, he knows he’s safe. And there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

[fic-recs-by-lulu]

Title: stars fading, but i linger on

Author: ghastlymint

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Rating: T - Teen and Up Audiences

Category: M/M (Jayce/Viktor)

Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 26,101

Summary:

Jayce Talis returns to Piltover without Viktor. By day, he cleans up the aftermath of their mess alone. By night, he dreams of many worlds where Viktor is by his side: worlds where they leave Piltover together and worlds where they stay and build something new.

But the more time he spends dreaming of other realities, the bleaker his own reality feels. Especially as people start nearing the truth of what really happened to Viktor…

[mattfoggyficrecs]

MattFoggy Fic Rec: a day like any other by Katbelle

A POV character is something we, as readers, often take for granted. It's easy to assume that it's the protagonist, and if it's the protagonist they're the one things are happening to: simple. Maybe not so simple. In Katbelle's "a day like any other", this choice is deliberate. The fic challenges our expectations in the best way as it presents to us an evolving puzzle as we follow Matt through his day. And then the next. And then the next. Well-placed clues allow us to build up some idea of what's happening long before Matt is able to, and when he finally catches up to us, the results are devastating. For those who enjoy an unconventional take on a tried-and-true trope or are otherwise in the mood for an emotional walloping.

a day like any other (4485 words) by Katbelle Summary: Matt has a good day. Nothing whatsoever goes wrong. It’s a bright and early summer morning – and it’ll be a beautiful sunny day, they really are having a heatwave – the birds in the tree outside of his office window are chirping happily, the motion to extend he filed in court three days ago was approved, and in the office next to his, Karen’s phone is ringing. He had an egg sandwich from that fancy new corner café for breakfast – still has a bit of it stashed in his bag – and nothing hurts. Literally. Literally nothing hurts him.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Daredevil (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson Characters: Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Stephen Strange, Karen Page Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Author Chose Not to Tag to Keep the Twist, Angst, i guess?, Minor Foggy Nelson/Marci Stahl, Minor Frank Castle/Karen Page

[ksadvent]

Day 1

Day 1 is here! Shalalalala-la-la-la-laaa!

It's December, woooohoooo!!! And we start into our K/S Advent Calendar with the first reveal: Today you get a multi-chapter fic and art!

Title: Outside the Mind

Author: ForFucksSakeJim

Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Words: 12,222

Chapters: 3 Summary: While at the library with his daughters, Jim has the unfortunate happenstance of bumping into Professor Spock, quite literally, once again. What started as a rocky start turns into something more at the not so subtle attempts of his daughters of trying to get the two of them together. Throughout all of this, Spock takes a liking to Jim's daughters, including the three quarters betazoid who struggles with mental shields. While offering his services to Jim in helping her maintain emotional control, Jim's ex and other father of his daughter makes an appearance, and Spock offers himself as a stern and supportive aide to Jim's plight to keep custody of his daughter.

In response to a prompt by ForFucksSakeJim, and also to a prompt by 1lostone.

Title: Snowflake Love

Artist: SButler

Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series

Rating: Not Rated

In response to a prompt by ForFucksSakeJim.

[disastrousrecs]

the tie that binds us (is an unbreakable rope)

by wick_de_la_vela on Ao3 / @wick-de-la-vela

good omens | aziraphale/crowley | human edwardian au | rated t | 20k

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"One of Crowley’s eyes is a startlingly clear amber, like a bottle of whiskey set out in the sun. The other is half-shut, as though Crowley means to spare him the sight of it, the jagged group of scars that cut from his brow into the hollow of his eye socket and over the delicate swell of the eye itself, leaving streaks of red through the iris.

Something warm and familiar twinges in Aziraphale’s chest. He disregards it."

Summary: The year is 1905. Lady Beatrice Morningstar and Mr. Gabriel Worthington are set to tie the knot after a week of festivities at Worthington Manor. Naturally, their respective cousins, Crowley and Aziraphale, are invited, and certain things are brought to light (or dragged into the light, kicking and screaming all the while.)

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this is one of my all-time favourite fics, and honestly i’m due for a complete reread of it pretty soon. i don’t interact much with the good omens fandom, and i haven’t for a while, but this fic has persisted in my bookmarks and in my mind, and of course in my heart. it’s a beautiful telling of aziraphale and crowley’s relationship amidst gender and sexuality woes. if you’re looking for a cathartic, beautifully written piece that builds upon itself and unfurls like a flower in bloom, this is for you!!

favourite excerpt:

“I’d only thought to bring it out here to read to you. It’s a good day for it. Or, er,” he rambles on, “you could read to me? Or there could be no reading. This was stupid, wasn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t go quite that far,” says Aziraphale. He’s thinking of another time, another poem, amber eyes filling with tears so many years ago. Before it can really take root in his mind and ruin his afternoon, he stubbornly beats back the memory and the misery that accompanies it. “I would be honored to have you read to me,” he admits, only a little shaky.

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have you read this fic? if yes, leave kudos, leave comments, give it a bookmark. if you haven't, go read it! interact!! show the author just how amazing their writing is!!

as always, if you’d like to rec a fic to the blog, the askbox is always open!

[lockwood-fic-recs]

Unholy Ghosts

by synestheticwanderings on ao3

Rating: T | Category: Gen | Relationship: Quill&Skull

Shifting around, he feels for the goggles in his bag. He takes them out and turns them carefully in his hands. They alone were worth the trip to Aldbury Castle. He lifts them up to his face.

Green other-light glows from the shelf above him and he starts.

Or, Quill spends a night in a closet with the skull in the aftermath of the Rotwell Institute incident.

[lamahnel]

Faith

Faith, or the lack thereof. Upon his back lies the weight of the world, but his world was small and fragile and breathed in little hiccups. Maybe it was love. Maybe it was the only thing he knew how to do. Yoo Joonghyuk held sentinel regardless. The end of infinity may come and go and still—with patience he stands waiting.

2022

[deadboydetectives-ao3feed]

by singtome

In a small voice, Edwin asks, “Is this alright?”

He is so soft and sweet in Charles’ arms, humming into his chest, his arm encircling his waist. His cologne holds notes of citrus and bergamot, and his hair is soft and loose. The dark locks curl over Edwin's forehead in waves that tickle Charles’ top lip.

Strained, Charles replies, “Aces.”

Suddenly the flight isn’t nearly long enough.

Words: 4751, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Honey, are you coming?

Fandoms: Dead Boy Detectives (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Crystal Palace (DCU), Niko Sasaki, Mary Rowland | Charles Rowland's Mother

Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland, Crystal Palace & Charles Rowland (DCU)

Additional Tags: Musician/Manager AU, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pining, Fluff, Charles wants that cookie so bad, They have more emotional baggage than actual baggage, Rockstar Charles Rowland, He puts on some sunglasses and a hoodie and calls it a disguise, Mention of FWB Charles & Edwin, Pre-Relationship, Mentions of Paul Rowland, Flirting, oh my god these bitches gay, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence

[desceros]

me, innocent, a victim: [goes to look for something in my phone's photoroll] me: [is violently assaulted by gb art] donatello/reader; gn reader; rated t

When you open your eyes, you see, to your shock, Donatello. 

Well. It’s hardly surprising that he’s in your bed, considering he’s been getting pretty good at the whole mind-melting orgasm thing. Maybe half of the nights of your week lately have ended up with your eyes drinking in the sight of him caging you in, your wrists aching with the tightness of his fingers holding them above your head, and your ears singing with the sound of him whining your name when he comes. It’s incredible—he’s incredible—and you’d be pressed picking a time in your life you’ve been happier.

But this. This is… new. 

He’s not wearing his mask. That’s the first thing that catches your attention, once you’re able to move past the totality of his presence in the gentle rays of dawn streaming through your window. He looks… softer, somehow. Different. There’s a closeness to him, physically, literally, that makes you tremble a bit in your very skin. Like you’ve never really been with him before, absurd as it sounds even in your own head. He’s touched you the way no one else has—the way no one else ever, ever will, if you have your way about it—but this. This. 

God. He’s beautiful, you think, gazing at each inch of his uncovered skin and searing it to your mind. You’ve always been attracted to him, but here, it takes your breath away. The curve of his beak beneath his eyes, the angle of his jaw, the squish of his cheek where he’s sleeping on your pillow, the little puffs of air that snooze out with each breath; all of it entrances you, making your lips quiver. 

Slowly, gently, almost hating yourself for it, you reach out. An impossible temptation to resist. The very tips of your fingers on his face, tracing from temple to chin, over and over as you memorize this unseen part of him. Odd, how it feels like you’re pining, yearning for him, when you still feel the aches in your body from how thoroughly he’d had you last night. 

…Though, you suppose, that was him having you. And this is—

—this is you having him. 

Donnie’s lips curl at the corner, and you know you’re busted. Suddenly shy, you fight the urge to pull away, to pretend you weren’t consuming the sight of him. It’s a vulnerable feeling, but you’re rewarded when he opens one eye, blearily meeting your gaze. 

“…Aren’t you usually the one nagging me to sleep?” he says in a mumble, causing you to smile sheepishly. 

“I… couldn’t resist,” you admit quietly, your touch garnering a bit of weight now that he’s awake.

“Had to check and make sure I was real under my mask?” he teases, and it’s tempting to follow him down the path. Tasting bravery on your tongue, you resist. 

“Too handsome not to,” you tell him honestly, cupping his cheek with your palm. You feel the hitch in his breath, the warmth that spreads onto his cheeks even as his scales don’t allow for a blush. “Needed to.” 

Donnie stares for a moment, then gives a breathy laugh, reaching out to grasp your hand from his face and bringing it so he can press a kiss to your palm. This, too, is new—this quiet, non-sexual intimacy. It makes you feel warm, a bit like you’re the one who’s been basking in the sunlight, not him. 

“You’re obnoxiously romantic in the morning, huh?” he murmurs. He doesn’t sound displeased. Giddily, you wiggle closer, feeling him reach out to slide a hand to your back to help pull you close, until only a sigh separates your face and his, your legs so tangled together only the roughness of his scales tells them apart.

“…I could be obnoxiously romantic all the time,” you tell him, looking between his eyes as the other opens, seeing the tender expression on his face. “…If you wanted me to.”

A comforting, familiar, possessive hand cups your nape, his thumb tracing the soft skin beneath your ear. A dazzling glissando of sensation runs along his touch, making your eyes flutter for a moment before you lick your lips and focus on him again. 

Finally, he smiles, an honest little thing that transfigures your heart into a tiny hummingbird. “Yeah,” he says, his tone as warm as the coming morning. “That… sounds great.”

And then, as if sealing a promise, he pulls you close for a kiss even softer than the sheets that ensconce you both. Humming into it, you melt, nuzzling his beak with a lustrous glow beneath your skin. Then—slowly, gently—your fingers again find unmasked skin, loving, claiming, confident now in the long rays of dawn.

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Unlikely by ObsidianPen (@obsidianpen) Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle Rating: T Word Count: 2k “Like all magical people, you will get a soul mark when you get your wand,” the genial wizard explained after calmly lighting Tom’s wardrobe and sense of self-preservation on fire. “Unless, of course, your soulmate is younger than you. Then your soul mark shall appear whenever theirs does. They are always on one’s chest, right over your heart. Usually, they are somewhat vague and take time to interpret correctly. Phrases such as ‘Rival to Lover’, or ‘Instantaneous Love’… But they always make sense in the end, and it becomes apparent whom the great, wild magic intended you to be with.” Tom Marvolo Riddle lived his entire, long life thinking that he - Lord Voldemort - was the exception to love. Harry learned at eleven that he would never escape the damnation of Tom Marvolo Riddle. (translation available in Русский)

[eyesofshinigami]

Eddie and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Rating: T

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, very very mild sexual content (blink and miss it)

Prompt: For @lihhelsing "Love is helping them unwind after a rough day"

WC: 852

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 19

Eddie knew it was going to be a bad day as soon as he woke up. He managed to stub his toe twice on the way to the shower. His waffles got burnt in the toaster and they were out of syrup. He missed the bus by a minute, watching it drive away from the stop just as he ran up to it. It started raining while he was waiting for the next bus, so of course he got drenched.

He hoped that it had ended there, but no. Eddie got to work fifteen minutes late due to a traffic jam, wet and hungry and already done with today. His boss yelled at him and put him on tape-sorting duty, marking down the new shipment of tapes. Of course, halfway through, his pen exploded and covered him and the sheet he was using, so he had to start over.

By the time the end of his shift had rolled around, Eddie was tired, had a headache the size of Montana, and he was ready to throw himself into the void. Mack, the other guy on shift, patted him on the back and all it did was make his skin crawl. 

The journey home wasn’t much better. The bus was late again, and Eddie couldn’t find a seat so he had to stand. The bottom of his sneaker apparently acquired a random hole and he had to walk back to their apartment with wet socks.

Eddie was done. He was so fucking done that all he wanted to do was crawl into the bed and cry until he couldn’t anymore. He also hoped that Steve wasn’t home yet from work; he was scared that something bad would happen, like they would end up arguing or not speaking to each other.

What Eddie didn’t expect was to come home to a house that smelled a little like heaven. It was warm and he called out, “Steve? That you?” 

“Yup! In the kitchen!”

Eddie toed off his shoes and stripped out of his still damp jacket and hung it up on the rack. He still felt really keyed up from the day he had, so he steeled himself against his own feelings and headed into the kitchen. 

Their table was set. A lasagna was cooling in the center, set on a potholder right next to a spray of daisies. Two beers were set beside their plates, still cold enough that condensation was gathering on the glass. 

Steve himself is dressed in comfortable clothes, bent over the oven and pulling out what looked like cheesy garlic bread. Fuck, if it wasn’t all of Eddie’s favorite things wrapped up in one beautiful little scene. “Hey! I must have timed it just right!”

Eddie felt tears starting to gather in his eyes. “How… how did you know?”

Steve set the garlic bread down on the stove and pulled off his oven mitts before he reached up to cup Eddie’s cheek. “I heard you this morning. And then Mack called me before you left, saying you’d had a pretty shit day. So… I got home a little early and wanted to surprise you with something good.”

Okay, yeah, Eddie was absolutely going to cry now. “For me?”

“Of course, baby. After dinner, I figured we could take a bath together and I could wash your hair? Then we could crawl into bed and watch that new Beetlejuice movie? I grabbed it on the way home.”

“Steve… that…” It sounded incredible. It was perfect. So why was Eddie blubbering like he’d just been told his dog died? 

But Steve, wonderful, beautiful Steve, seemed to just understand. “Because you deserve it. You had a bad day, and I just wanted to make it better. You’d do the same for me, have done it in the past. Let me take care of you, okay?” 

What else could Eddie do but nod?

Dinner was delicious, Eddie ate until he couldn’t anymore, realizing he’d forgotten to eat lunch in the midst of the rest of his terrible day. He listened to Steve talk about what he’d done that day, letting his boyfriend’s words wash over him. 

The bath was just as nice. Even if they were two grown men, they managed to squeeze themselves into their tiny tub. It was ridiculous, but it made Eddie laugh and he felt light for the first time since he’d woken up that morning. Steve had washed his hair, took his time rubbing conditioner through Eddie’s curls, and then it ended up with them wrapping hands around each other’s cock and Eddie panting into Steve’s mouth.

Fuck, but he loved this man so much. 

Loose from the bath and from his orgasm, Eddie crawled into bed with Steve and curled up as the movie started.

“Love you, Eds,” Steve murmured, kissing the top of his head. He grabbed the remote from the bedside table to fast forward through the previews.

Ed smiled into Steve’s collarbone. The day might have started pretty fucking awful, but Steve had turned it right around. Now, it felt like the best day ever.

[fic-recs-by-lulu]

Title: isolation

Author: Nanashi07

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Rating: T - Teen and Up Audiences

Category: M/M (Jayce/Viktor)

Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 23,428

Summary:

After the battle, Viktor is imprisoned.

Excerpt:

Mel takes a deep breath. “I don’t think you understand how precarious his situation is right now. He is the most hated man in Piltover. Most do not want to see him recovered; they want to see him hanged.”

[merlinfic]

Five Times Someone Else Acknowledged Merlin's Status (And The Time Merlin Realized It Wasn't What He Thought)

Author: SomehowSnake

Rating: T

Setting: Canon

Word Count: 1,390

Summary:

Everyone knows Merlin gets special treatment, except for, apparently, Merlin himself.

Thanks to @somehowsnakesblog for the rec!