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Omg this was hard!

‘This’ is one of my favorite URST fics- the entire episode is basically MSR foreplay. It’s also an excellent story and I was just thinking about Langley in the simulation.

‘Plus one’ is a great story with bonus points for incorporating one bed into a script, plus I love that is canon Scully gets pissy when she’s horny 🤣 ATTHS… TWICE!

‘Nothing Lasts Forever’ is too short, they really rush the storyline to add more MSR and I love that. The speech in the church is actually profound and makes up for a lot of BS the audience goes through.

‘Familiar’ is a great monster of the week episode that is legitimately creepy.

‘Mulder & Scully Meet the were-Monster’- is a brilliant piece of writing that somehow looks at Mulder’s tragic backstory and becomes comedic.

‘Lost art of forehead sweat’- this is a really cynical view on facts and so fascinating. It would have gotten higher points if there was some more on screen PDA but I’ll take it as implied RST and just continue rolling my eyes at the fact that CC has made TWO xfiles porno films but didn’t let the characters kiss on screen during the revival even though it literally defies all logic.

‘The Rmj-blah-robots’- really shows how great David and Gillian can act with very little dialogue, and the story really paces well. Scully’s smart home has no personal touches (except her mini vibrator), so it definitely fits with my head canon that they actually weren’t separated for that long they’re both just drama queens about any distance between them.

Basically I LOVE most of the episodes except for the myth arc, Agent Einstein & Miller, and Kitten. The thing is though, even the eps I’m not a fan of do have redeeming scenes and that is 💯 due to DD and GA.

also i would love to know what you like about the episode

(babylon isn’t here bcs there was no space and im pretty sure no one would have chosen it)

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Great tension in the Miss Fisher fanfic – third and last post

“It seems it got all tense again, Miss Fisher.”

Some time ago, I asked for help from the fandom to spread some fanfic love – asking for fics with great tension, either with Unresolved or Resolved Sexual Tension, or both. This is the third and last post with these recommendations. 

Thank you to all recommenders and all writers!

I’ll start with @bluecityrose, who wrote a full, lovely list of fic recommendations, and I don’t want to split it up so I’ll just post her list here in one go:

I'm so sorry, this is the best I could do. There are soooo many to choose from, this was kind of impossible. Here is my too short list:

“A Man in Need” and “Sweltering,” both by Collingwoodgirl/ @jeneenp. These are the first works of fanfiction I had ever read (I didn't even know it was a genre before that!) and I was stunned by the beauty of the writing. There are a million incredible moments in “A Man in Need”, but one that stands out is when Phryne walks in on Jack and he is shirtless – It was the first time my imagination saw him shirtless as well, and well, I'll never forget that image. “Sweltering” builds the URST until it explodes into the hottest scene in the back of the Hispano Suiza. I'm still sweating from that one.

“The Pleasures of a Slow Dance” by Ollyjay/ @ollyjayonline consists of two chapters in which Phryne and Jack flirt and banter with delicious dialogue that seems so true to the show, I am convinced that I saw them as filmed episodes.

“The Journey Towards” by @ladyroxie is an exquisitely drawn portrait of Jack and Phryne's growing emotional closeness as they discuss their evolving relationship obliquely. I love URST but I'm a sucker for emotional tension also, and this story is just beautiful. Plus they end up holding hands.

I adored “Still Holding My Heart” by @flashofthefuse, and there was plenty of URST as Phryne and Jack worked towards repairing their relationship, plus it has Jack sitting on the grass in jeans repairing a bicycle with a grease smudge on his face, and I'm grateful for that.

@whopooh's “Sense and Sensibility” added to the "only one bed" URST trope, with a hilarious twist involving feet (trying to avoid spoilers here), and a lovely resolution.

Collingwoodgirl's/ @jeneenp “The Night Within” puts P & J into a very small space, only to then make Morse Code into the sexiest foreplay of all time.

Finally, “Varying States of Muscular Undress” by @gaslightgallows boils with so much URST that it fairly explodes off the page. It takes them on an emotional journey (and physical) that is both tender and hot, and I return to it over and over. In a series of beautiful scenes, J&P reveal their scars (both literal and figurative) to each other, and move slowly closer to a relationship as they build a strong sense of trust, respect and equality that makes their partnership so intriguing and satisfying.

“The Wager” by @soupsouffle. Recommended by @kanste 

Jack makes a wager with Phryne, about who will manage to resist the other’s innuendos for the longest time, and they both try to make the other break.

It’s so difficult to choose specific quote, this whole fic is full of wonderful tension, but here is one:

“Jack,” she half-whispered, shivering at the sensation of his hot breath gliding over her fevered skin. His eyes darted over her features like a bumblebee at a bouquet, looking panicked as her fingers reached to undo the knot of his tie and tug apart the buttons at the top of his collar. She dragged the pads of her fingers over the newly exposed skin, thumbing his Adam’s apple and whimpering softly as she felt his throat convulse beneath her touch. “Jack,” she repeated.

“Yes?” he rumbled. The sound of his deep, sure voice did evil things to her nether regions. Her index finger found a notch at the side of his knee and began to make little patterns with her nails upwards from the spot, mapping a fiery trail up the inside of his thigh. She wished his wool trousers were not quite so thick, but his breath came quicker all the same.

She touched the corner of his mouth, where a speck of jam lingered. “You’ve got a little spot here. No, I’ll get it for you,” she purred, leaning in before he could escape her and touching the spot ever so carefully with her tongue. She felt his large hands, which he had been keeping locked at his sides, fly to her body, one clamping around her upper arm while the other clutched upwards at her back, pressing desperately into her spine.

“Phryne,” he sighed. It was not a protest or a plea. It sounded more like pure appreciation. She pulled back and rubbed her thumb over the spot she had licked clean.

“There we are. Right as rain.”

His heavy-lidded eyes were fixed on her, his lips parted slightly, his breathing fast and shallow. Phryne snickered to herself. Who was putty now?

“This is an excellent spot for teasing, Jack.”

"In the Car," part 7 of “Down and Dirty” by @omgimsarahtoo. Recommended by @kanste .

The drabbles are all just wonderful, but I love the way Jack is teasing her in this chapter.

“The Size of Dreaming” by innie. Recommended by @firesign23.

The Size of Dreaming was one of the first fanfics I read for MFMM, and it's a lovely examination of the tension, desires, and intimacy in the slowly developing relationship between Jack and Phryne. From merely desiring the handsome detective inspector to wanting Jack for the man he is, it's a lovely glimpse of Phryne's journey, strewn with sensual images and thoughts. She desires his humour, his acceptance, his cheekbones; she thinks of his body unguarded in slumber or in the guise of Mark Antony. There are so many passages I could quote, and the way they build upon each other to slowly build the tension, but I will go with this moment during the investigation at the House of Fleuri.

Since becoming a Lady Detective, she'd often had cause to bewail the lack of pockets in most ladies' clothes, but had consoled herself with the thought that without pockets, her skirts swirled as prettily as they were meant to and her trousers clung sleekly to her hips. Phryne hadn't really considered the crowning virtue of her attire until she saw Jack taken aback but unmistakably aroused by her fishing the last aubergine pearl out of her blouse.

She was inured by now to his disapproving sternness, so the admonishing look he gave her was easily ignored in favour of thinking through what it would be like to lie back against the yielding softness of her bed with Jack on top of her and savour the sensation of pearls caught between their frantic bodies. She had ropes of champagne, milk, and rose pearls, all of which would lend their lustre to his skin when he inevitably got tangled in them. They would warm from the friction, their slipperiness adding a frisson where none was needed, sending her over the edge all the quicker. And Jack – he would wind a demanding hand in the strands to pull her up to his questing mouth even as she still shook, and he would not let her down until her eyes rolled back in her head, ruthless in the pursuit of his pleasure.

His lips would close around the beads as he sought her nipple, his hands would brush them aside in his fervour to get to her skin, and he would growl and tear them free; she would hear a thousand clicks as they scattered on her floor, but dimly, because Jack would still be moving over her, eager for more, for all she could give him.

She really needed to go to the bank in the morning and liberate her pearls from the safety-deposit box.

”A Night in Queenscliff” by @whopooh. Recommended by @quiltingmom.

Hi whopooh, I want to thank you again for the assignment. I'm doing exactly what I wanted to do, going back and rereading some works and getting reacquainted with some newer fics that I'd forgotten about (it really does stink getting older...) and you're not going to believe the first one I found that I wanted to tag. It's “A Night in Queenscliff” by the wonderful @whopooh. And I'm totally serious about this. When I reread it I was reminded of first, your first attempt at writing smut (which was utterly sensational by the way) but secondly, of the beautiful sexual tension you created in the beginning passages:

He was on fire. Every single nerve end seemed to be alive, sensing her closeness, screaming for him to do something, anything, that involved touching her. It was an odd sensation when you were completely drenched, standing on a beach in the warm night, trying to calm your breath after having swum and waded back to land.

(...)

"I cannot decide, Jack,” – her voice made that clicking sound she sometimes did when she pronounced his name – “if you are more soaked or more on fire right now.”

And then from there, well let's just say, it was a very satisfying and fulfilling RST, lol.

“I know what you’re thinking -- this dress is stunning.”

“The Scientific Method” by @omgimsarahtoo. Recommended by @olderbynow.

And if he were so close, he would have no choice but to see the contrast of his skin, with its underlying golden hue against hers with its pale pink alabaster. Would his calloused fingertips catch on the fabric of her gown as he passed them over her breast? Would she shiver at the sensation of his palm stroking her bare arm or the nape of her neck? Would her mouth taste of hot spice the way that he remembered it from the kiss he’d stolen at Café Replique? There really were too many unanswered questions. He would have to answer them, one by one. It was a scientific necessity.

science as an excuse for sexytimes? sign me up, please!

“Inappropriate” by @promisesarepiecrust. Recommended by @whopooh

I adore the way Phryne and Jack talk, holding back a little bit less because they are inebriated, but still rather restrained, and with very much tension: “Why haven’t you kissed me?” Phryne asks Jack, and he first deflects, only to come back to it again:

“Alright.” He sipped his drink. “Why haven’t I kissed you? Do you want a long and pitiful answer or a short and pitiful one?”

“Well, at least I can see that the whiskey has done its job on you. But I admit I had secret hopes that you would be a chatty drunk rather than a maudlin one.”

“There is nothing maudlin about honesty,” he said with clear, suddenly sharp eyes. “Also, I could just as truthfully have said ‘short and hurtful or long and hurtful,’ if you’re worried that I’m only hard on myself.”

(---)

Her moment of discomfiture touched him—she was usually so brassy, never more so than tonight. He allowed a long, quiet moment before he answered her previous question, his voice intimate.

“Because it might feel too important…I haven’t kissed you because it might feel too important. To me.”

She nodded slowly, absorbing his meaning. She turned back to the skillet.

“Are you sober?” he asked her.

“Somewhat.”

“Why haven’t you kissed me?”

She didn’t move.

“Are you drunk?” she countered.

“Somewhat.”

“Eat this,” she said as she slid the omelet onto a plate and placed it on the table.

Well, now she’d done it, she thought. She’d walked right into that one, hadn’t she. Her wit was not up to repartee, so she was only left with honesty…or leaving the room, which did occur to her.

“I haven’t kissed you because I haven’t taken anything seriously since 1918…because it might feel too important, that was a good way to put it.”

She looked at him, proud that she could meet his eyes despite feeling so vulnerable. He began to wonder what the worst was that could happen, and realised with a start that the worst already had. He loved her, without remedy. He focused more intently on his meal.

They allowed silence. A strong, cold breeze came in through the window, effectively clearing some of the melancholy that had settled in the room. He finished his dinner and declined another drink. She saw him to the door, handing him his hat. He gave a last look back, hat in hand, ready to step into the night, then reconsidered. He turned to face her, leaned forward and kissed her on the apple of her cheek, gently, in slow-motion, finishing the gesture with an affectionate rub of her cheek from the tip of his nose.

“Now I’ve kissed you, Miss Fisher,” he breathed. “Good night.”

Shipping it on ships now, are we?

“In Every Port” by @rubycaspar. Recommeded by @scruggzi.

“In Every Port” does such a lovely job balancing their public flirting and very satisfying RST, plus nice touches with the original characters.

She held Jack’s gaze for a long moment and gave him a slow smirk. “Inspector.”

Jack nodded. “Miss Fisher.”

And with a swish of blue and gold she was gone, disappearing quickly into the crowd moving towards the doors, leaving only a trace of French perfume in the air.

“Crossed paths my arse,” said Larry the moment she was gone. He was looking at Jack like he’d never seen him before. “She looked like she wanted to eat you alive,” he said accusingly, shaking his head. “ Lucky bastard .”

“Not All Treasure Is Silver And Gold” by @omgimsarahtoo. Recommended by @ollyjayonline.

The imagery of Phryne and Jack in this romp on the high seas is just simply breathtaking…

The sea air blew a welcome breeze across Jack’s brow as he stood, his gold-trimmed black hat held securely under one arm. Phryne stood before him, dressed not in her captain’s clothing, but in a gown of floral brocade in shades of gold on a base of deep green. The neckline was square-cut and showed the upper curves of her breasts, plumped--he imagined, given their slight size when unenhanced--by a corset. The gown’s color made her skin glow, and he wanted to run his fingers along the divide between living flesh and cloth.

And the clever way characters and plot points have been interwoven with this entirely different setting and are equally as moving…

He wanted to be the kind of man who would be happy if she was happy—that he’d celebrate with her a return to whatever variety of lovers she’d enjoyed before he’d come along—but he wasn’t.

And their reunion every bit as I have always wanted it to be except instead of some foggy, wet English dock they are in the warm sunshine of Angra do Heroísmo, a small ancient city situated on the southern side of the island of Terceira in the Azores…

With a shout of joy, he lifted her and spun, shouting her name to the sky. Her squeals of laughter as he twirled her around were the finest music, and the grip of her arms around his neck the sweetest pressure. Slowing, he let her feet down to the ground again, pressing his face into her shoulder as he held her close.

And finally, I will just mention that there is sex in this fic, it is beautifully written, and quite frankly in joyous abundance – as it should be : )

A waltz is slow, and close, and metaphorical.

“The Pleasures of a Slow Dance” by @ollyjayonline. Recommended by @firesign23.

OllyJay's “Pleasures of a Slow Dance” are two scenes of Phrack banter and attraction, and could so easily be missing scenes from the show. In the first, Phryne takes a chance to thank him for his kindness to a woman in need, which he dismisses, but they are soon distracted by matters of a biscuity nature. In the second, they have a discussion about the nature of distractions. It's slow and languid and delightful teasing, and ends with Phryne appreciating the unresolved nature of the ties between them.

“Oh, she knew this game now, though she had only recently learned all the rules. The rapture of not giving into instant gratification, the slow languid delight of thinking about all the things you wanted to do with someone, one day, when the time was absolutely perfect. She settled back comfortably in her chair, brushing her fingers against the tin badge on her lapel as the last of the sun warmed her body. Happy in the knowledge that, at some unspecified time in the future, she would have the incredible pleasure of learning exactly how it felt to have Jack Robinson make love to her. A shiver of anticipation ran through her, she couldn't... no, she corrected herself... she could wait.”

“Post Scrip Port Said” by @ladyroxie. Recommeded by @scruggzi.

The whole of “Post Scrip Port Said” is a big sexy pile, perhaps especially the bit at the tailor:

As it was, he'd had to flex his abdominal muscles to the point of aggravating his incision in order to keep his body under control. Whatever became of himself and Miss Fisher, Jack had decided then and there this was the first and last time she accompanied him to the tailor. It was awkward enough having a stranger measure his inseam without worrying he was about to offend the poor gentleman to the point of apoplexy.

"Smoke and Fire” by @olderbynow. Recommended by @whopooh.

I love this fic, and the fact that it takes something slightly silly -- Phryne taking up a challenge, that isn't even a real challenge but that has awoken her competitive streak, to bake for Jack, and it turns out she’s a disastrous baker -- and then turns this premsie into one of the longest super tense scenes of “will they finally kiss or not”:

“But still a very nice gesture,” he insisted.

‘Very nice gesture’ was not exactly what she’d been going for, but considering the biscuits were a pile of ashes on her garden path at this point perhaps she shouldn’t complain.

And really, ‘very nice gesture’ wasn’t so bad at all, she decided, when he reached out and carefully brushed her cheek with his thumb. “You had a bit of flour,” he explained, his hand still hovering somewhere near her hair.

She wanted desperately to shift, just take a small step to the left, and make him touch her more. She looked down herself and then back up at him, eyes wide and inviting. She did have rather more than a bit of flour, and she was not at all averse to the idea of him taking care of all of it.

His eyes mimicked the path hers had taken and seemed to darken slightly at the unspoken suggestion. Then his hand was on her face again, his thumb trailing the same gentle path it had already gone once, and she wondered briefly if he was just doing a very thorough job of it indeed, but then the hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers burying themselves in her hair.

She smiled, pushing herself out from the table slightly, to get her body closer to his, and somehow, miraculously, he seemed to take the hint, moving closer as well, until they were mere inches apart. She tilted her head up to be able to still look at him, and licked her lips.

The movement made his gaze shift from her eyes to her lips and he swallowed, tongue darting out to lick his own lips as well.

This really was entirely too much to have to withstand, she thought to herself, wanting desperately to just close the distance between them and crush her lips against his, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

This was Jack, and his fingers might be tracing delicious circles on the back of her head just now, his pupils might be so dilated his eyes seemed practically black, his breath might be coming in short huffs, but there was still a very real possibility that if she moved at all he’d clear his throat and make some remark about playing draughts, and then she’d have to sit across that bloody table from him for an hour or two before he excused himself and went home, leaving her to take care of her frustrations on her own, as he had done so often in the past.

The disappointment would be too much to bear, so she remained frozen, watching him for any hint of… anything.

That’s all for this time. Hope you find something you want to read or reread!

Earlier posts about “Great tension in the Miss Fisher fanfic”: no 1; no 2.

The index for Reading Miss Fisher is here.

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Master Fic List

I mostly write fics for myself and about 3 other fic writers who I geek out over and then get ridiculously happy when they like or reblog my work. 

The Mulder Manual |Explicit | AO3|WC 9,998 | In an attempt to get Mulder to stop restraining himself in bed, Scully devises an experiment to bring out his inner Neanderthal.

Domestic Partners

Commingling |AO3 | WC 2,262 | Ch 1: A look into the way Mulder and Scully’s relationship became intertwined with mundane domesticity. Together at Last | AO3 | WC 2,075 | Ch 2: A look inside the workings of Mulder and Scully’s relationship once they become a romantic couple.

Pet Names | MSR | PG | WC 990 | AO3 | Ch 3: Mulder and Scully aren’t the only names these two dorks call each other.

From Here to Maternity | MSR | M | WC 2100 | AO3 | Ch 4: Pregnancy was an evolution in their Partnership and they both enjoyed each new facet as it emerged, creating different routines and rituals to deal with the major life changes.

Random Fics

Her Own Desk | A03| WC 846 | Musings on the real reasons Scully doesn't have a separate desk.   

Laundry | A03| WC 1342 | Set post revival this ficlet is domestic fluff (and fold, because laundry is involved), with a lot of smut.

Enduring Hero | AO3 | WC 2284 | Mulder and Scully practice their hand to hand combat and attract the unwanted attention of some fellow FBI agents.

Mulder’s Dumb Song| one shot of a silly song Mulder makes up

Dorks in Love (Series)

What Happens in Kroner | M15+ | WC 1682  |AO3 | Season 6 after Rain King . Mulder and Scully wake up together on their last day in Kroner and decide to test the boundaries of their relationship.

Ambiguous Dating Activity | MA | S6 | WC 3926 | A03:  Season 6, post Kroner, Mulder and Scully go to the movies but they’re dorks about the whole thing. This is some long form semi-fluff.

The Declaration | WC: 973 | MSR New Relationship Fluff | A03 | Despite their relationship being fairly new, Mulder blurts out three words to Scully.

X FILES Bingo Fics

Mulder and Scully vs the Bake Sale | A03 | WC 2212 | Mulder and Scully try their hand at baking brownies for the school bake sale.

Holiday Traditions | A03 | WC 761| Set season 7 post millennium, long weekend fluff and smut 

Film Appreciation Studies | A03 | WC 2525 | Mulder and Scully watch Cinemax after dark, UST does not turn into RST unfortunately

The Party | A03 | WC 6159 | Set in season 7. Scully and Mulder have broken up. Scully attends a party at the Lone Gunmen's only to find Mulder there on a date with a cute blonde. We get to see some possessive Mulder and Scully action with a side of RST.

Second Quarantine | A03 | WC 2531| Post Darkness Falls, Mulder and Scully start their three week quarantine.

Fireworks of the People | A03 | WC 2981 | Set during the season of secret sex, Mulder and Scully have their own picnic for the Fourth of July.

Respite | PG |MSR URST| WC 1183| AO3 | Set during S2 Little Green Men, Scully takes Mulder to a motel in Miami to recuperate after they flee Puerto Rico. Once he’s recovered from the dehydration she has some questions regarding his mysterious lunch date

Love and Lasagna | WC: 3038 | MSR| Domestic Fluff | A03 | Mulder decides to cook for Scully in an attempt to discuss their living arrangements and future plans. 👂 Listen on Audio Fanfic Podcast

Fic Exchanges

“If I were that stoned…”

Ch 1 | MSR | S1 | WC 2,424 | AO3 | based on the prompt “Following the end of the “Deep throat” episode, Scully finally answers Mulder’s question ‘If you were that stoned what?’

Ch 2 | pre-IWTB | MSR | WC 2,764 | AO3 | Set before the IWTB, Mulder and Scully have settled into their own domestic routine in their Unremarkable House. Deciding it’s time to spice things up, Mulder takes it upon himself to discover exactly what would happen ‘if they were that high.’ Smut ensues.

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Great tension in the Miss Fisher fanfic – post number 2

The tension is palpable.

Some weeks ago, I wrote a post on the theme of Unresolved and resolved sexual tension in the Miss Fisher fanfic, where I collected great quotes submitted by the fanfic readers. Here is post number two, and I apologise for the delay. A third will come soon! 

Thank you to everyone who took their time to send me recommendations – you are the sweetest! The text about every fic is from the recommender!

So, here goes:

“Kneel” by @edeainfj/deedeeinfj (chapter 1 of “Investigations”). Recommended by @firesign23:

In “Kneel” from deedeeinfj’s “Investigations”… well, there are times I am just going about my totally not Phrack-centred life and moments from this drabble cross my mind. (I could actually say the same about pretty much all of her work, to be honest, but this was one of the first ones I read so it’s getting the shout-out). But It’s a beautiful story about pleasure and control, and the unexpected depths of passion in our beloved inspector. And I can’t reduce it, every piece integral to the outcome, so you can get it in full:

Phryne judges her lovers on their first reaction when she kneels to pleasure them with her mouth. She doesn’t like being told that she doesn’t have to, as if she doesn’t know that damn well already. As if she, Phryne Fisher, would kneel and put a cock in her mouth if she didn’t want to. A man who is forthright about wanting his cock sucked is a man who truly understands the pleasure of giving pleasure. He is a man who will put himself at the mercy of his lover—even a woman. He is a man who isn’t afraid of losing control of his power or his body. He is a man who is willing to take, to submit to what is freely given. When she kneels and her partner begs her to continue, she aches with desire.

So, the first time she kneels before Jack, her heart sinks a little when he lays a hand on her head and says, “Wait.”

She should have known that he would fall into the gentlemanly, chivalrous category, but still she had hoped—

He continues, though. “Wait. Let me sit,” he says, out of breath, voice hoarse, fingers curling in her hair until it’s almost painful. “I can see you better this way. And I don’t think I’ll be able to keep standing while you do that.”

His smile is sheepish, but the one she flashes in return is devilish, happy, adoring. She doesn’t give him time to beg.

“Perhaps Another Time” by @mercurialbianca / TheHonorableMrsMcCarthy. Recommended by @geenee27:

The author writes a delightful epilogue to “THAT SCENE” containing a lethal dress and dangerous lingerie. What happens, after these two have thrown charged words and filthy looks each other, is superbly explored from Phryne’s point of view:

“Perhaps another time. At a less dangerous hour, in a less lethal dress.” Phryne Fisher knew “a tell” when she saw one and the flutter of his eyelids confirmed her suspicions. His lips may have said he was leaving for the evening, but his eyes had given her an I.O.U. And his voice had unmistakably lowered half a register. A little thrill ran through her. Flirting with Jack Robinson had become a favorite pastime, she was now thinking there was a very real chance it might become a contact sport.

I love how much Phryne recognizes a worthy opponent when she sees one.

Not always, Miss Fisher.

“Appropriate” by @whopooh. Recommended by @geenee27

Aunt P interrupts Phryne and Jack’s “Not Always, Miss Fisher” moment; however in this wonderful tale it happens later as she catches them in a scenario not particularly ‘appropriate’. There is lots of delicious reactions from Phrack, Mac and Aunt P, about the interruption, in the following days, but I particularly chose this passage relating to Jack’s thoughts as he beats a hasty, embarrassed retreat and is driving home:

He already knew something about kissing Phryne, but he hadn’t imagined the difference it would make that she was now fully aware of what was happening, and focusing on him. He took her in his arms, like he had wanted to do more times than he could count. He revelled in feeling her against him, sensing her through that thin robe she was wearing. As their kiss grew heated, he felt a bolt of lightning burn straight through him, almost incinerating him. This was how it felt to kiss Phryne Fisher – to press her to him, to hear her whisper against his lips. It was like containing electricity in his arms, like being scorched beyond recognition and not regretting it for a moment.

First real kiss – perfection. Is it getting warm in here?

For jeneep’s “Sweltering”, I received two recommendations:

“Sweltering” by @jeneenp/Collingwoodgirl. Recommended by @federalistdarling:

Can I quote the whole thing?

I love this piece because it seems such a realistic crescendo to the will they/wont they nature of their relationship. It seems typical Phryne to catch Jack off guard and even goad him a bit then to have her quote Shakespeare to him almost as an olive branch for her naughty behavior.

A frustrating beginning and a sweet and somewhat sweaty ending. Haha!!

God, she wanted him. Months of doing this little dance - this slow waltz with Jack - had left her feeling dizzy, almost desperate, with desire for him. The feeling was mutual, she knew, but whether out of propriety or fear, he had managed to parry each and every one of her advances. Well, not this time, she assured herself. (from chapter 1)

When Jack dared take his eyes off the road, he could see Miss Fisher attempting to nonchalantly observe his every move through her dark sunglasses. It was far too loud in the roaring motor car to talk and he could feel the expectation and anticipation building between them. (from chapter 2)

“Sweltering” by @jeneenp​/Collingwoodgirl. Recommended by @kanste:

A heatwave, a picnic and a hail storm – what more do you need? Ah, yes, Phryne seducing Jack with Shakespeare. Here is one great quote from this wonderful story:

The last of the ink residue long since vanquished, her fingers continued to caress his hand. He finally allowed himself to look up at Phryne’s face and found that his gaze was met instantly by darkened eyes. A sultry smile was bestowed on him, her lips twisted in a bright red bow that he ached to unwrap. Jack was so caught off guard by her unmasked attraction, he actually smiled back. He saw her eyes widen in surprise and triumph and he felt immediately wrong footed.

“Ah, thank you,” he murmured, half surprised that he could speak at all and reluctantly wrenched his hand and eyes away from her.

Phryne let his hand slip away but continued to smile, a wicked glint sparkling now in her eye. She had been watching him closely as he had given himself permission to take her in, indulge in her touch and proximity. She could practically feel the heat smoldering from him. All she needed to do was strike the match and pray that the fire would consume them both.

“You’ve got more,” she informed him, her voice as smooth as the whiskey.

She raised her hand to his face and skimmed a curled finger across the soft skin under his chin, her thumb braced against the small cleft.

“Just here,” she breathed, reveling in the feeling of his tender flesh, how his eyes fluttered shut at her touch, the tiny shudder that seized through him and electrified her fingers.

A tiny huff of breath escaped his lips, sharpening his features. But before he could protest, she brandished the whiskey-soaked handkerchief again and was blotting his throat, careful to let the backs of her fingers brush against as much of his exposed skin as possible.

Jack sat stock still, seemingly in utter anguish as his body rejoiced at her touch while his brain stuttered for a reason to stop her.

Phryne had lowered her face so close to his, she could feel his breath ghosting against her, count the green flecks in his aquamarine eyes. She felt his adam’s apple bob against her hand and knew his self-control was tenuous at best.

“Phryne,” he whispered. His nostrils flared as he spoke and it was the sound of her given name on his lips - the pleading tone in which it was uttered - that provoked her.

“Are you alright?” she asked - the very picture of innocence. “You seem a bit overheated, Inspector,” she challenged, looking him directly in the eye and refusing to give an inch.

Are we on stage or not, Miss Fisher?

“Nine Times Out Of Ten” by @ollyjayonline. Recommended by @whopooh:

There is such delicious tension in this story, in the way Phryne and Jack have one relationship in reality, and then plays up another version – where she needs to pretend to be interested in him, while he not in her – and @ollyjayonline explores the uncertainty about what is play and what is real in such a wonderful and very tense way.

Here is a lovely passage showing the two layers:

“I’m making things right, everyone here is now very clear that I have decided to put an end to your budding romance with Miss Bowen - oh and I’m about to seduce you.”

“Really?” his eyes flashed back to hers, “Am I going to enjoy it?”

“No. I need you to look uncomfortable and perhaps a little angry, remember we’re only professional colleagues and you know better than to get romantically involved with a woman like me.”

He nodded, this was a role he knew how to play.

And this is a wonderful example of how the two layers are starting to blend together for Phryne:

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” she had whispered, gazing up into his eyes, as she let her hand wander possessively over his upper arm, “I want you to look like you’re telling me how inappropriate my behaviour is and then leave.”

“This is me telling you Miss Fisher that I would appreciate it if, next time you decide to play match maker, you leave me out of it,” he spun on his heels and walked away.

She stood there for a moment, unsure exactly how much of that had been acting.

And then it gets even more tense, because their play also harks back to hurtful actions in their relationship, reminding them of their own pain – and then the fic gives us an incredible release of the tension, after the break in this quote:

“Can we start again Jack? As friends? Please?” She would never admit, not even to herself, how often she had dreaded having to say these words to him.

He shook his head, “I don’t think that would work, last night you reminded me of feelings that I thought I had conquered.”

“Sounds serious,” the words were out before she could stop them, damn him for unsettling her like this.

A flash of pain appeared in his eyes and it took a moment before he replied, “It is.”

Upset at having unintentionally brought up their previous estrangement she reached out, seeking the comfort of what they were to each other now, only to have him step away.

“Good night, Miss Fisher.”

For the second day in a row she was left behind, alone and off balance.

***

As soon as he stepped in her cabin she threw him up against the door, claiming his mouth with a wild hunger. “Don’t you ever walk away from me like that again Jack Robinson,” her voice was dark and threatening, “You don’t get to leave me behind. Never!” Her hands moved roughly around his body undoing buttons, ripping off his bow tie, pushing off clothes in a frenzy that left him groaning helplessly against her.

Dragging her dress up over her hips she ground herself hard against his thigh, leaving him in no doubt exactly how much she wanted him. Her frantic desire was intoxicating and he spun them round, her back against the door, lifting so she could spread her legs around him.

(…) Her kiss in response was savage. Her teeth hitting against his, her tongue so deep in his mouth he was almost choking, her finger nails digging into his scalp until it hurt. And he came so hard he almost collapsed.

Reluctantly letting go of her thighs so she could take her own weight, he did his best to keep them both upright.

When he had finally caught his breath, “Dare I ask?”

“Its what I should have done,” she confessed, “all those months ago when you told me you were giving me up.”

“I’m fairly sure if you’d done that then, it would have scared me to death.”

“Not quite the reaction I would have been aiming for,” she conceded.

“That Moment is Now” by @phrynesboudoir/Sassasam. Recommended by @quiltingmom:

“That Moment is Now” by Sassasam is one of my absolute favorites (top 3 but they change positions all the time, lol). This fic for me has it all, the setting, the romance, the banter, the casefic but the sexual tension (resolved and unresolved) is off the chart. I really consider it probably one of the dirtiest and yet… I love it so much. Shhh don’t tell anyone.

Here’s one part that references URST and the anticipation of the possibilities as well as feeling Jack’s mind churning is just one of many moments in this fic that gives me goose bumps:

“I can feel your eyes on me,” she said, reaching for her wine and taking a sip. 

“I like watching you, what can I say,” he replied.

He faltered a little under the intensity of her gaze. Her eyes darkened as she appraised him and he felt like a child blundering through asking out a girl he fancied. But broach the subject he must. He couldn’t resist the siren call that was Phryne.

“About earlier,” he began. “What exactly did you mean?”

She leaned into him and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened.

“Do you mean to tell me,” he kept his voice low and quiet, “that some people actually enjoy that?”

“Some people, yes,” she affirmed. “It can be very liberating. Once you relinquish control to someone else.”

“I imagine it would take a great deal of trust,” Jack remarked.

“A very great deal. But I trust you Jack. I’d let you try some things, if you wanted to,” she answered.

“I’m not certain I could,” he leaned into her, whispered in her ear, “I mean could I? It wouldn’t be – gentlemanly. Some of the things I might want to try.”

She chuckled and batted her lashes at him. “But that’s the point, Jack. It’s like playing a role. We’re miles away from home. No one knows us here. To them we’re honeymooners wildly in love.”-

She smiled softly at him.

“What if I hurt you?” he asked.

“We could have a word. If things get uncomfortable for either of us, we could say- I don’t know- ‘Prudence’ and we’ll agree to stop,” she said.

Jack chuckled and ate a mouthful of chicken fricassee. “Well that would certainly put me off,” he admitted.

Phryne laughed and sipped her champagne. “You like the idea though, don’t you,” she said at last.

Jack took a deep breath, eyes downcast before looking her in the eye. “I do.”

She smiled. “It excites you.”

He nodded slightly. “It does.”

“The thought of what we might do.”

“Don’t,” he warned. “I’m not certain I’ll be able to control myself.”

"Something of a Miracle” by @heavyheadedgal. Recommended by @firesign23:

@heavyheadedgal’s “Something of a Miracle” is a fantastic first time fic, mingling expectations and reality in a way that’s both amusing and hot, and keeps the deep and abiding friendship between these two. It’s hard to choose an extract, but I suppose I’ll go with:

In some dim corner of his mind still capable of rational thought, Jack registered that Phryne liked it when he cursed. She liked it a lot. Years in the army and police force had earned him an extensive vocabulary of foul language, though he rarely used it. So much for romance, he thought, then put his mouth to her neck and murmured every filthy word he knew. She was sweating and scratching at his back and looked absolutely glorious.

It’s perfect for this challenge of restraint and tension: Jack letting go of what he thought he wanted to do what satisfies them both, and the image of Jack Robinson with filthy words is just too delightful for words.

“A Glass Splinter” by @firesign23, chapter 31. Recommended by @whopooh:

I completely adore this fic, and just reread it. I seem to especially love the “false RST,” where there seems to be a resolvedness to the sexual tension, but it’s not properly solved. Like in chapter 26 that I never seem to stop alluding to, where Jack and Phryne have excrutiatingly different views of what they’re doing – as well as here, in chapter 31, when they have a night of farewell. They are more sincere and open to each other than they have been previously in this fic, but it’s still tinged with sadness and parting, and the resolution of the sexual tension is only half:

“Miss Fisher.”

She reached up to cup his cheek.

“Say my name, Jack. Please. Just for tonight.”

He shuddered, the hastily erected walls between them crumbling once more.

“Phryne,” he breathed.

Nobody in the world said her name the way he did, like it was everything precious in the world, like it was a secret to be treasured, to be used sparingly in moments that mattered.

She kissed him, a light brush of her lips against his tampered with hesitance. His returning kiss was slow and shallow, his hand cradling her head. They pulled away at almost the same moment, sharing a small smile.

“One last gaudy night?” she said softly, hoping he would say yes. She couldn’t bear to end it already; there were hours before her ship left.

“No,” he said, and her heart fell. He gave her a sad, lopsided sort of smile. “A farewell, perhaps, but there is nothing gaudy about tonight.“

And then a bit further on:

“Do you love me?” He had been tracing circles across her skin when she’d asked; he’d shaken his head. “Would it change anything if I did?” “No,” she admitted; it was both freedom and duty that called her away. “Then spare me that one indignity,” he’d said, so quietly that she had almost missed it.

I hope this makes you want to go and reread some fics – it sure makes me want to do it! More recommendations will come very soon. 

[whopooh]

Great tension in the Miss Fisher fanfic – for the 11th PFF

What do you say, Jack, shall we go for URST or RST this time?

I asked for help from this lovely fandom to spread some fanfic love -- asking for fics with great tension, either with Unresolved or Resolved Sexual Tension, or both.

I have gotten wonderful answers, and I will give them to you here as a contribution to PFF (Phrack Fucking Fridays) – the 11th since it was started by @firesign23 in August!

I didn’t get as many answers as last time – whether it was because the timing was bad, or the theme too difficult to choose fics for, I don’t know. But I hope to receive more during the coming week, when you see this and think “These are super wonderful fics, but where is X, Y and Z?” Just keep sending me ficrecs, and I will do a second post. And do not fear if you cannot fill both URST and RST – I didn’t mean that you should, one or both or just tension is equally fine! (check here for details and how you can contact me)

Here are nine recommendations that makes me immediately want to go and reread the fics. 

"Wake Me Up" by @edeainfj/deedeeinfj. Recommended by @omgimsarahtoo.

The whole thing, but especially this:

"Early shift tomorrow... today, that is?" she asked, smoothing back his hair. He nodded. "I didn't mean to wake you." He exhaled a laugh. "Wake me whenever you like. It's surreal, still." "What is?" "Being wanted. Like that." He traced his fingers down her spine. "Especially by you." "I wanted you long before you let me have you, cruel man," she grinned.

I love the established Phrack-ness of this fic, and yet you can tell it's still new because he's not certain that her fantasy involves him. The sex is hot, but the feelings that are around it are what makes it memorable for me.

“Here be Dragons?” by @anne-louise-fortune. Recommended by @olderbynow.

aljohnson's yaci is wonderful, and i adore it, but there are two scenes from the sequel that just always makes me all chinhands and hearteyes. first, the scene when phryne comes over after her burlesque performance, and jack is very focused on the practical side of things:

“And your thoughts on the remainder?” Phryne looked at him as if there had been nothing at all unusual about her ‘outfit’.

“My thoughts are mostly around the logistics of how the, erm….” Jack indicated towards Phryne’s breasts.

“Nipple tassels, Jack?”

“Indeed. How do they stay on?” Jack was genuinely intrigued as to how the small objects had remained perched on her breasts, covering her nipples. He had not actually been able to see anything that a gentleman should not have been able to see. He was coming to the realisation of exactly how unlike a gentleman he would like to be with her.

and then, you know what's super high on my list of favourite things? jack losing control and being run away with by his passions. (and by 'passions' i mean 'wanting to bang phryne fisher', obviously.) there's just something completely fascinating and wonderful about this man, who is always so buttoned up and completely in control of himself - except for once in a while when he's forced to look at a painting of a naked phryne very shortly after having stuck his tongue down her throat in the name of policework, or when he's been imagining saving her from poisonous spiders only to have her clothes spontaneously fall off and then she perches herself a little too cleverly on his desk - just fucking LOSE it. which, yeah...

Phryne was trying to find her front door key in her handbag as Jack slid his hand across her waist, his lips pressing butterfly kisses to her neck. “Jack!” She implored, softly. His response was a low growl. Phryne could feel arousal spiking within her. As she finally got the door open she turned to Jack, “Would you like to… oh” she failed to complete the question as Jack swiftly moved over the threshold, closed the door behind them and spun Phryne so she was pushed back against the inside of the door. He was kissing her neck, nibbling on her earlobe and caressing her hips and waist with a keenness that Phryne found intriguing. What had come over him?

She tried to speak again, “Would you like to come upstairs?”

“No time” responded Jack, pulling her hips to his, allowing her to feel his very obvious erection.

and you should probably go read the rest for yourself if you haven't already... and if you have, maybe read it again, idk?

Is this my last chance, Miss Fisher?

"Alleviate" (part of 500 words) by @firesign23. Recommended by @longlineoftvdetectives.

“You seem certain there will be another time.”

It was, perhaps, the first time she had given voice to her doubts about this endeavour. If she’d had time to plan it properly it would be another matter, but she had not; there was a fine line between adventurous and reckless, and she wasn’t entirely certain whether she had fallen on the right side. He just smiled and took another biscuit.

“There’s always another time, if you’re willing to take it.”

She moved closer, intending to make a quip about his sudden optimism, but caught his eyes, smouldering with all the things left unsaid, and exhaled loudly. She hadn’t thought it possible to want him more, but she’d been wrong.  

“Are you willing to take it?” she sighed.

I love the movement in this piece, from the long history of unresolved tension to the inevitable resolution, at what may be the last possible moment, the night before Phryne leaves to fly back to England. The passage is weighty and true but ultimately hopeful, and they decide together to take the risk of being together, despite all the uncertainties of the future. It's hard even to pick one favorite @firesign23 fic, but this one had a huge impact on me creatively.

“Hope Springs Eternal” by LemmingDancer. Recommended by @lillbilly.

"Then you'll look for him?" Hugh begged, meeting her eyes for the first time. The guilt in his guileless expression penetrated Phryne's fog. He still blamed himself for the waiting so long to look for Jack, when he'd been abducted.

"Of course," Phryne reassured him, even as a smile spread across her face. She began to sort through the pillows around her carefully, lifting the corners of each and peaking underneath. Hugh shot a mystified look at Dot, who was watching her mistress with an increasingly worried expression.

"Ah ha!" Phryne said, tossing aside a turquoise pillow.

"Uhngh," Jack protested incoherently, scrunching up his face against the sudden light. Draping one long arm over his eyes, he snaked the other around Phryne's waist. Hugh and Dot's faces were mirror images of shock and mortification.

“Delight out of loosened soil” by @ladyroxie. Recommended by @ollyjayonline for the URST.

We see them working so well together as they chase a suspect, then the banter we all love but the mood changes quickly when Jack has to remove the protection of his clothing to locate the jewels in the mud pool.

First we see Phryne being affected by handling things that are so representative of him.

She hung his hat and coats on a couple of nails protruding from the post beside her, trying not to notice they were warm from his body and smelled like spice and leather and books.

The scene below is reminiscent of the ‘tie’ scene in the last episode S2, starting as just a practical action soon surprising them with the intimacy it evokes.

Pushing up her own sleeves, she stepped forward, balancing carefully so didn't tip into the mud, and began uncoupling Jack's cufflinks. Her elegant fingers nimbly slipped a post through the slot, and she withdrew first one and then the other from his cuffs. She tucked the studs into her coat pocket, and returned to Jack's left wrist. As she leaned down again, she caught his eyes flicker from her lips to the shadow between her breasts and linger there. Her coat was open, the silk blouse she wore underneath gaping as she leaned forward.

Then Jack, already aroused, tries to calm himself: “Jack cleared his throat. Breathe, man. This is just a practicality. Nothing more. Completely chaste.”

And then his understanding of the power she has/he has given her over him: “But her skin, her hands, her fingers against his flesh... It was undoing him in a way that made him understand drowning men.”

And then his decision:

He could, he knew suddenly and with surprising clarity, stop this. He could stand, mud everywhere, words rough and wrong, and pull away. He saw that scene unfold in an instant in his mind and knew that she would play her part, if that's what he wrote.

But the bigger surprise was that he saw another scene, even more sharp, in even more depth, and all he saw in it was her. Her body, her lips, her hair spread across his naked chest. He didn't know precisely what happened in between this moment and that one, but all at once he believed it existed. And that fact made him realize he was not going to say no.

And her understanding that he is making a decision, about them.

Phryne stilled her fingers when they reached as far up Jack's sleeve as they would reach. She swallowed, and brought her eyes up to meet his, an uncharacteristic uncertainty shaking her.

As her hand drew slowly down to rest once again on his wrist, their eyes met, and Phryne lost her breath. In the many worlds she saw in Jack's blue-grey eyes, one word rose above everything else.

Yes.

I just adore this.  

The palpable tension of Angry Jack.

"Double the Pleasure, Double the Fun" by @phrynesboudoir/Sassasam. Recommended by @omgimsarahtoo.

In Double the Pleasure, Double the Fun two fictional characters played by Nathan Page meet, Jack from Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries and Henry Stokes from Underbelly: Squizzy. Jack and Phryne are together, but Jack is still angry (maybe not realizing how angry) because Phryne had slept with Henry Stokes in the previous fic. Jack's impulse to make this menage happen -- or rather, to watch Phryne with Stokes -- comes from that anger, and the fic treads a very fine line when it comes to consent. it is cracktastically amazing smut, and a lot of it packed into a relatively short fic. The URST is very high before Jack joins in, and then the resolution is explosive.

“What exactly did you plan to do with my - with Miss Fisher,” Jack asked calmly.

Henry Stokes stared Jack down, “I planned on stripping her bare and fucking her senseless on her bear skin rug,” he answered unblinkingly.

Jack cocked the pistol. And Phryne looked between the two men in fear. Long moments passed.

“Go on then,” Jack said.

"Lost Together" by @gaslightgallows. Recommended by @adverbally.

“I want you, Phryne Fisher,” he said, forcing his voice into steadiness, even as her eyes made it plain that she was thinking about all the indecent things she wanted to do to him. “I want... to put you on that bed and strip you down to your skin, and know every part of you. I want to touch you, kiss you, devour you, be devoured by you—“

Her fingers on his lips stopped his litany. “Careful, Jack,” she murmured, dragging her forefinger down his bottom lip. “We’ve a long night ahead of us. You don’t want to spoil every surprise.”

As Jack and Phryne move to consummate their relationship, the nerves the two feel about the change in their relationship are expressed perfectly in character-- Jack, of course, channels these feelings into a gallant declaration of his intentions, while Phryne tries to defuse the tension with her usual charm. It's a lovely light-hearted moment in a sweet and poignant fic.

“Saudadee” by @kidnthehall​. Recommended by @ollyjayonline​ for the RST.

With this piece there is the inevitability: the knowing this is going to happen, we’ve been apart and we didn’t want to be and now we’re going to be together and this is happening. No talking, no thinking, just doing:

From the moment he opened his door everything was a blur of lust and months apart, love that none dared to address lingered like smoke. Lips were seized, limbs entangled. Clothes were tugged at, ripped off, discarded. Eyes locked on eyes, hands rushing to feel every expanse of skin at once. Intense kisses. Impossible to resist to kiss a neck, impatient to return to a longing mouth. Rewarded by thrilled moans.

And this I think is a wonderful contrast to Queenscliff where she thought ‘he was a policeman in her room’ and didn’t immediately pick up that Hilly was talking about him when she referred to ‘your handsome friend’: “The sight of him above her, letting go, looking so little like the Inspector and so much like her Jack, made her laugh from sheer joy.”

“A Modern Woman” by @omgimsarahtoo. Recommended by @olderbynow.

This whole fic is so wonderful, but there are a couple of paragraphs that stand out for their sexual tension-ness. like this one:

Jack blinked, his own thoughts shocking him a little. He’d known that he was horny—six months of divorce proceedings and a reluctance to start anything new was wearing on him—but he didn’t usually look at women as if they were meat. He was certain this woman had a personality and intellect that were just as stunning as the points of her nipples against the silk of her blouse and the crimson slash of her lips. He’d really love to find out for sure—though he’d also love to have just one night with that body of hers, much as it shamed him to admit it. Sipping at his whiskey, he shook his head at himself. He didn’t do one-night stands, as a general rule—he found them unsatisfying—but as he was not ready to jump into a new relationship at this point, he wondered whether he should reconsider.

obviously i'm a HUGE fan of the slow burn (the slower the better, tbh) but variety is the spice of life or whatever, and sometimes a bit of "let's just jump right in there and have jack want to fuck her before he knows her name" is just what the fic stew needs. or it's the chocolate with salt caramel filling after you've had six coconut ones. i don't know.

oh, but also this:

Jack fought the urge to swallow, knowing that she’d intended him to feel this arousal. Absurdly, he wanted to hide his reaction from her as much as he could. This woman knew her own appeal, but he thought perhaps she would prefer someone who didn’t just lie down and let her walk on him. Oh god, would I love to lie down for her, though. For her. Under her. On top of her. He wrenched his thoughts back to the question she’d asked, letting his lips curve in a small smile.

and in between, there's mac catching him ogling phryne... i'm not going to quote that, because it seems like an appropriate teaser for the two people in this fandom who haven't already read this fic. which they should do. because it's AWESOME. and funny. and hot. and awesome.

That was all for today. Thank you to all contributing, you are the best! ❤︎

[whopooh]

Give me moments of great tension in the Miss Fisher fanfic!

I think I’m getting the hang of this URST now, Miss Fisher.

It is time for the Miss Fisher Hivemind to get to work and spread some love again!

I did this once in the Autumn, and I want to try it out again now. Please give me one or more passages that you love from the Miss Fisher fanfic! I will make a post (or several) and I’ll post it for what will be the 11th PFF – Phrack Fucking Friday – in June.

The theme I am asking you for is URST or RST that you love (Unresolved Sexual Tension/Resolved Sexual Tension). Moments that make you happy or emotional or flailing or sad or gooey or all tingling or clutching at your heart. I know there are an incredible amount of wonderful tension in the fanfic – please give me examples of ones you love! They can be old or new, explicit or implicit, emotional or humorous, part of a long fic or in a one-shot.

These are the rules:

Take a passage or a quote that you love and copy it to your message. Give me the name of the fanfic and the writer. Add a link to the fic if you can -- if not I can easily look that up myself; if you know a passage but can’t access it or remember all the details, explain it to me and I'll try to find it for you).

Write a few sentences about why you love the passage. It’s also okay to just have the quote as it is.

Repeat with more than one fanfic quote if you want to.

Send it to me in any of these ways: as a Direct Message here on tumblr, by reblogging this post (please don’t forget to tag me), or as an ask – I welcome asks both with names and anonymous. If you’re on slack, you can easily DM me there too.

The deadline is Sunday May 28th.

Don’t fret about needing to find the passage you love the most – at least for me, that usually means I don’t manage to make a decision at all. Just take passages you love.

I am so looking forward to reading your answers!

[whopooh]

Reminder: send me fanfic love!

As many of you might remember, I asked the readers and lovers of Miss Fisher fanfic to send me passages from fics they love, so I could combine them in an appreciation post. The theme is URST/RST. I put the deadline for today, May 28th. But I will extend the deadline for one more week -- until June 4th! The recommendations I have already gotten will still make a post for PFF the coming Friday, and then I will make one more post of the ones that come in later. So please don't stop thinking about fics with wonderful tension in Miss Fisher’s universe! Here you can check out my earlier post for all the details!