elle you are an incredible person and an amazing writer, i couldn’t be more grateful to have met you and call you friend. love you!!
i am so sorry it took me so long to post this but i hope you like it
(the biggest thanks to @maghnvsbane who was the most patient beta i could have asked for and went above and beyond when helping me with this)
reminds Magnus of a cat.
remember the first time the idea formed in his mind, but it had probably been
before they started dating. Back then, Alec had acted like a stray cat, wanting
affection but so afraid to receive it – letting his guard down one moment just to be defensive the
next, wary and hissing every time he felt threatened. Magnus had found himself
reacting in kind, scared of doing something that would only spook him further,
instead extending a cautious hand and holding his breath, hoping it will be
perceived like the offering it was but knowing it could be scratched instead.
Now that they
are together, the image Alec conjures in Magnus’ mind is that of a content,
spoiled cat. Never shy about seeking affection when they’re alone, closing his
eyes and melting every time Magnus runs his fingers through his hair,
practically purring when touched in the right places – and Magnus delights in
discovering and exploring all the right places.
okay but listen,,, before andrew /reluctantly/ agrees to get a cat, neil sends him multiple pictures and videos throughout the day. the kitten afraid of its reflection? here, watch this. the cats cleaning each other before napping together? It’s so cute, ‘drew, look!! the basket of kittens spilling out of every corner, meows coalescing together? we n e e d one.
and then there’s doing any mundane thing. walking to get ice cream because “the leather in your car is too hot to deal with”? glimpsing something and gasping. andrew focuses on neil immediately to see what’s wrong, to detect a threat, muscle memory kicking in. but then he follows neil’s gaze and of course, there lies a kitten, fur all tuft up and wobbling excitedly. he watches as neil leans down, stroking the ball of fluff and breaking into a boyish grin: all eye crinkles and nose scrunches.
andrew thinks if he gets to bare witness to that kind of easy happiness everyday, he wouldn’t mind the cat.
@seokvie This girl has got a whole fucking load of fics it’s like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow smutland wonderland your vag will cry in joy and pain
Costume (Hobi smut MY ALL TIME FAVORITE FIC I L O V E IT), View From 4-B (Hobi smut), basically all her Hobi smuts, Show Off (Wonho smut), Paradise (JB smut), JUST BINGE READ ALL OF THEM (i am also excited to read her new fic with jimin and assplay and lets just say my ass is ready but I DONT HAVE A KINK FOR ASSPLAY OK LET ME LIVE)
@kookingtae‘s Experimental Error (Tae smut I fucking died), The Switch (OT7 Smut holy hell this was one of the first bts smuts ive read and wow now you see why I really love them), Falling Into You (Jungkook smut GOD I LOVED THIS SO HARD) + the rest of her masterlist
Im so sorry I’m still sick and I’m getting tired and lazy so I just had to bunch up the rest HAHAHA but I hope this helps anon! And you will def not be disappointed in any of these ok they are amazing and beautiful and amazing and everytime I read their stories literally
A Winter’s Tale by @justadram (96k, M, book canon compliant, future fic) The War of Three Dragons comes to the Vale, bringing Jon Snow and Sansa Stark together once more.
A nice longer fic you can sink your teeth into. (I read so many fics where I’m like … this is so great … but what if it was 50k longer?) I especially like Sansa coming to terms with not going home and the roles other characters play in the story (especially Jaime and Asha). Sadly lacking in other Stark sibs (my perennially unfulfilled desire) but at least there’s hope for reunion in the future. Also: there needs to be more Sam and Sansa being friends in the world. So much more.
All the Way to the Moon by @misshoneywheeler (5k, E, book canon compliant, future fic) The Dragon Queen had been gracious. Sansa would keep
her name and her home. Her children would grow in Winterfell as Starks,
just as she once had. Sansa had forced herself to thank the Queen, her
steady tone betraying none of the bitterness that curled beneath her
tongue. That she should be a brood mare to ensure succession sat uneasy,
no matter that it was a life she most likely would have sought for
herself, more or less, given time and a husband of her choosing. That was not the bargain, though. Jon Snow was the bargain.
Hot smut, but also some delightful identity issues re: Alayne. One of my faves is Sansa trying to manipulate Jon and Jon just going along with it instead of being tricked. I don’t know why I like that so much, but this is definitely a good example.
A really enjoyable example of the “Dany makes them marry” trope. Is this the trope progenitor? IDK, but it seems like an early example.
break me like a promise by honey_wheeler (5k, E, book canon compliant, future fic) “Seems we are siblings after all,” Jon had said, his voice forcibly
light, as if to make the words a jape. Perhaps to soften the news, or
diminish the realness of it. Perhaps because he had as much difficulty
believing it as she, having known himself a Targaryen near as long as
he’d thought himself a Stark bastard. And they had been married such a
short time; it was too fast to be real, too sudden to seem anything but a
The incest angst fic of my dreams. You know how a lot of fics do the cousin reveal and they’re like “oh phew, thank the gods, I thought I was banging my brother”? This is the opposite of that. Hot and sad at the same time. Contains A+ sexual crying.
Broken Pieces by @justadram (7k, M, book canon compliant, future fic) Jon is good and kind, but he wants things from Sansa she doesn’t know whether she can give.
Almost more of a Sansa character piece than anything else. I love stories dealing with Sansa’s identity issues and this delivers.
Crossing Flatlands to You by @maybetwice (6k, M, book canon compliant, future fic) It takes them years to get it right, for the right reasons, at the right time. Five reasons Sansa had to seduce Jon, and the one reason he had to seduce her.
If for no other reason than a change of pace, it’s really good to read fics where they fall in love before marrying, and I really dig this one. Very tight and focused writing. Quite a bit less smut than you’d think from the summary. (Not a criticism; just FYI.)
Major tearjerker. Prepare yourself. And heed the warning.
Gods, Let Me Try by @justadram (3k, E, book canon compliant, future fic) Jon told Sansa to remain in his tent for her own safety, but she continually frustrates his attempts to protect her.
I am perpetually in need of more angry sex for this ship (there’s so little, y’all. so little). This is still not quite enough, but it does scratch that itch somewhat. Jon and Sansa arguing is everything to me.
Expect lovely evocative writing (seriously, ugh, to a truly unfair degree), LF being a creep, Jon and Sansa having an increasingly strained relationship despite their growing attraction (”Tell Baelish to get you your fucking crown,” be still my heart), political machinations, and a nice bevy of side characters, including Arya and some well-drawn supporting original characters. It also gave me a taste for epistolary fic for this ship, a thirst that goes as yet unquenched.
Moon Cycles by caesia (7k, M, book canon compliant, future fic) Sansa receives a visitor to the Eyrie who reminds her of her past, but his past is complicated too.
I honestly think this might be my favorite? And I’m not totally sure why? Like, the premise is literally just that post-resurrection Jon is a werewolf. You’d think that might be dumb, or at least cracky if played tongue-in-cheek, but it’s actually really melancholy and bittersweet, especially the second fic.
Snow Kisses by caesia (3k, M, book canon compliant, future fic) The sky sends icy kisses falling against her cheeks, but Jon’s kiss still burns on her lips.
The little details of everyday life bring this fic to life.
True North by lit_chick08 (6k, M, book canon compliant, future fic) It is official business that brings Jon Snow to Winterfell. It is personal business that damns him.
Normally infidelity is a huge turn-off for me, and yeah part of me was a little :| at first, but the things to like about this fic just overwhelmed all that. For some reason I also have a huge “Sansa has a kid (or two) out of wedlock” kink, so that probably helps. A killer ending line, also.
Unmade by @misshoneywheeler (2k, M, book canon compliant, future fic) Jon has a vague memory of Sansa picking a nosegay of those blue flowers,
smelling them deeply before holding them out for him to do the same.
SEX POLLEN, MY FRIENDS. Strangely innocent, sweet sex pollen that is all the more hot for those aspects alongside the dubious consent. Also, frottage.
So I’m all about the “stone by stone” “Ned/Cat 2.0″ marriage fics, but a lot of times it’s either focused on the very beginnings of the relationship (the wedding and first night, usually), or on the end where they finally realize their feelings and have super hot sex. No shade intended, I like all flavors of this trope, but sometimes you want more of the actual “stones” themselves in between–the difficulties, the disagreements, the miscommunications, the compromises, etc. This is a story about conflict and I really dig how this is ambiguous and open instead of resolving everything neatly.
this author is currently working on a sugar baby au thats about jimin meeting hot shot producer min yoongi and then working at his label… its a popular ongoing fic rn and rly delves into the whole idol industry - These Lyrics Will Write Themselves
tear the moon from the stars tonight - euphoriae (joseon era yoonmin and the power dynamics in this is super hot but so is yoongi genuinely caring about jimin ;-; but pls heed the tags if you are easily triggered)
Wrong Stop - vangtan (aka that bus driver yoongi au ive read one too many times)
“Aren’t you supposed to be out pummeling that alien queen into the concrete?” Cat asked, watching Supergirl land gently on her balcony.
“I am, soon. Sooner than soon,” Kara said, looking at the countdown that was playing on the corner of all the screens behind Cat’s desk. Fifteen minutes left. “I just had a talk with Kal. Er, Superman.”
Cat’s eyebrow lifted at the accidental name drop, tucking away the information for… nothing, probably. She couldn’t exactly start printing every little slip up Kara made in her presence. But it was always nice to know more than other people. “Did he give you some tips on not getting snatched by that god-awful cape?”
“No, although that would be helpful if he had any,” Kara said, twisting the end of her cape anxiously around her arm. “He just said some stuff about… about fighting for people that you cared about. His girlfriend, mostly.”
“Superman has a girlfriend?” Cat asked, sidetracked for a moment at the thought of Lois Lane finding out that her precious superhero was going home to someone else.
An excerpt from this fic I’m hoping I’ll finish by the end of this week, because otherwise it’s back to uni, and it’ll be another fifteen years before I touch it again:
He’s just about to do them both the favour of ending this very awkward Skype call when Yuri lets out a soft gasp, and says, “Is that your cat?”
“What?” Otabek asks, and turns to see the calico cat that’s so fond of trespassing into his apartment perching on his bedside table. He blinks at the cat a little, and then turns back to Yuri, who is beaming at him, clearly excited to see the cat. “Yeah,” he fucking lies. “Yeah, that’s definitely my cat.”
Harry has lived in London for a month, and so far the only friend he’s made is his sister’s cat, Mr. Whiskers. When the lock on the window breaks, Mr. Whiskers begins exploring his new neighbourhood a bit too thoroughly and brings back mementos of his escapes.
Or a Valentine’s Day story where Harry has a really fit neighbour, and his cat is a thief.
This is part of a prompt challenge that a group of us are participating in for the prompt “Cat”. To read the other amazing fics that were written by the others on this prompt, you can click here and to see all fics written as part of the challenge, you can click here.
Taking that as a positive sign, Bucky fiddled with his armor, loosening it just a tad. Carefully he slid Tony under his chest armor and then tightened it so Tony fit snuggly inside. “What do you think?”
Tony swiveled his head then poked it out of the armor. He gophered his head back inside then meowed approvingly.
“How do you feel about public marriage proposals?” Kara asked, frowning at her phone as she scrolled through Instagram, leaning up against the headboard. Her pajama clad legs pulled up to her chest. Cat was sitting at her dresser, taking off her makeup and still wearing the dress she’d worn to work. She looked up at Kara’s reflection in the mirror as she wiped the dark red lipstick off.
“Depends on who’s asking.” Cat smirked, reaching up to take off her earrings. They clattered onto the dresser, joining her necklace and a couple rings. “I’ve had strangers drop to their knees in front of me and beg before. While flattering on some level, it’s wildly uncomfortable for the most part.”
“Ok but like, specifically, if you were dating someone for like a period of time… like a reasonable amount of time-”
“Like a year and a half?” Cat supplied, tossing a knowing look over her shoulder before going back to what she was doing. Kara faltered, her grasp on the phone tightening enough to crack the screen.
I wish you'd write a fic where Dean finds Castiel's diary from the time he was human (and it's heart wrenching) ❤️
Anon, you just love angst don’t you. (this is set in an ambiguous time around s9-ish)
It’s not something Dean means to find.
He knows that, because it’s shoved underneath the passenger seat of Cas’s old car with various bottles of water and crumpled up trash sprawled over it.
Dean just wanted to clean out Cas’s Continental; a way to get Cas feeling a bit better about the world, about the fact that he is walking around with stolen grace and after having been through a shitty bender of being human. Dean thinks that he can help from ridding Cas of a little clutter.
So, even though he doesn’t mean to find it, he bumps against it as he is sticking his hand under the seat, fishing for garbage to dispose of.
It’s a journal; with worn leather and a string wrapped around it to keep it closed. Dean picks it up, and opens to the first page.
He abandoned me, says the first line. In Cas’s rough cursive handwriting.
Yeah, Dean was definitely not meant to find this.
He shoves it into his jacket pocket, dutifully finishing his task of cleaning the truck. Resolutely ignoring the fact that something very important and very personal is sitting heavy against his chest.
Dean ignores reading it as long as he can; tries to convince himself that he’ll just leave it where he found it, or give it to Cas and advise him to find a better place to hide his personal belongings.
Cas is such a private person–well, a private angel. Half the time Dean isn’t fully convinced that Cas is telling the whole story of what is going through his head. If he could just have a little insight. A little clarity into what Cas really was experiencing; why he seemed convinced to be Atlas and always have the world on his shoulders.
In his bedroom, after staring at the worn leather for a good half an hour, Dean cracks open the worn pages.
He abandoned me.
Dean takes a steady breath and reads on.
It all seemed like it would be okay. Of course, me turning human isn’t ideal - but I thought I could at least do research, maybe get trained in hunting if only a little. I thought I could still be service to the fight. Be of service to Dean.
But he abandoned me.
Dean presses his face into his palms. He should not be reading this. He should not. If this is about him, he has no right.
After an inner crisis that lasts for five more minutes, Dean reads on.
For the longest time, I have served God. It was my purpose. Somehow, Dean became my purpose, but I don’t mind it. I’m always happy to serve Dean, and Sam. But now that I’m on my own, without anyone to serve but myself, I am at such a loss. I help Nora with various tasks around the gas station; but it’s not the same. I don’t feel like I’m serving a purpose that matters. God mattered, once. Dean still certainly matters. And yet I can’t serve either.
Dean skims ahead, turning a few pages into the journal. He reads an entry that is dated the day after Dean came to visit Cas.
Sometimes we can’t help the things that happen to us. Sometimes horrible things happen, beyond our control. I know why Dean kicked me out of the bunker; it was a way to save Sam. I don’t know why, but it was. I know that Dean acted callous and abrupt because he is afraid of showing vulnerable emotion; and I know that it’s difficult for him to let people down.
Despite the situations Dean and I find ourselves in, where one of us is forced to hurt the other or make it difficult for each other in some way, my feelings never change.
He abandoned me. I was rejected by God, by all of Heaven, and then him. But unlike God, and unlike the angels I used to serve, I still love him.
Father help me, why do I still love him.
Dean drops the journal like it’s a hot poker. He stumbles to his feet and paces his room, running his fingers through his hair. This was the worst invasion of someone’s privacy - of Cas’s privacy - and he did it without more than a few minute’s hesitation.
Now he can’t erase the words searing his brain: I still love him.
Dean huffs a humorless laugh and sits at the edge of the bed, head in his hands. But Cas wrote this years ago - it can’t still be true. After all the shit Dean has dealt to him, after all the things Cas has gone through, he must realize now how untrue that love is. How undeserving Dean is of that love in the first place.
Snatching the journal from the bed, Dean stomps into the bunker’s library. Cas is hunched over a thick book, hands tangled in his messy dark hair, his trench coat crumpled. He raises surprised blue eyes in Dean’s direction. There are dark circles under them, like bruises.
“Dean,” he says with surprise.
How could Dean not see it? How stupid could he be? “Cas,” Dean says, his voice not much more than a croak.
Cas frowns, eyes flickering to Dean’s hands. His face pales. “Oh.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asks hoarsely.
“You -” Cas’s voice catches. He straightens his back and shuts the book in front of him calmly. “You abandoned me. I got the message.”
“Fuck.” Dean stumbles toward Cas’s chair, crouching before Cas. “I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t want you to know,” Cas says, eyes steadily looking forward, away from Dean.
“I needed to know - “
“No!” Cas glares into Dean’s eyes, expression stormy. “You never needed to be burdened with that. With me.”
“Cas, you idiot.” Dean clutches at Cas’s coat, like it’s a lifeline. “If you told me - if you had so much as indicated - “ He takes a shaky breath. “I love you too. Despite our shitty circumstances, despite the fucked-up situations we find ourselves in that make us hurt each other - I love you too.”
Cas slowly blinks at Dean, processing his words. He frames Dean’s face with his hands, and leans forward to press his forehead against Dean’s. “You abandoned me,” he whispers.
“I never will again,” is all Dean can manage breathlessly as he catches Castiel’s lips with his own to melt into an endless, lovely kiss.