genre fic

anonymous asked:

Could you recommend some dark long fics you -!get into really fast!-? Well written, maybe during the war, not too ooc?

Hello! Let’s see we have all kinds of dark fics in the tags. For everyone who hasn’t already looked just check it out here!

tags>genre>Dark/Dark fics

Here are a couple you might be interested in. We’re starting off with the smallest chapter to one with the longest (50 chapters)

Cold Side of the Moon by RZZMG- M, 10 chapters, complete

Released from Azkaban & tossed into the Forbidden Forest, Hermione Granger must escape the predators & survive for 8 days to earn her freedom. She doesn’t expect to make it knowing Werewolf!Draco Malfoy is somewhere in the forest, too, just waiting for the next victim of The Games to arrive. Dramione. 2013 HP-Darkarts Fest entry. Nom’d HPFanficFanPollAwards-Best Dark Fic. COMPLETE!

Utterly Despicable by camnz- M, 24 chapter, complete

The death of both Voldemort and Harry Potter let the pureblood elite build the world they wanted. One that leaves Hermione in a vulnerable state, which Draco Malfoy is prepared to take full advantage of.

Covered in Crimson by cklls- M, 31 chapters, complete

Nom-Best Multi-Chap-Deathly Hallows Awards - Dec 2010. Draco awakens in an unfamiliar place, having committed an unspeakable crime, with no wand, and no memory of how he got there. Will he save her from death, or will he be the coward he’s always been?

Consequences and Complexities by cklls- M, 33 chapters, complete

Sequel to Covered in Crimson. It really wasn’t his fault, but there were consequences to his actions. They would be dealing with the results for the rest of their lives. What does the future hold for Hermione? And how will Draco deal with what he’s done?

Lady of the Lake by Colubrina- M, 50 chapters, complete

Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. “I don’t even especially mind belonging to you most of the time,” he closes his eyes and just breathes for a bit, savoring not being in pain. Finally he adds, “Just… try to take better care of your toys.” Dark Dramione. COMPLETE 

- Wynken 

i flirt in #mycalvins

Note: Dedicated to my fellow hoes in @bangtan-bookclub. I love you ALL. This isn’t full smut, but it’s pretty explicit (which is why I tagged it the way I did). 

Summary: UnderwearModel!Hoseok




“You owe me cookies,” your friend reminds you, nudging your shoulder with a cheshire cat grin. “And you can bake them on his abs. God he’s so hot.” 

Jung Hoseok stands across the room bathed in warm lighting as he poses for the photographer. He’s nearly naked save for the small, tight scrap of cloth covering his essentials. Boxer Briefs. 

You shudder as you pretend to work while sliding Hoseok discreet looks. The boxer briefs he’s wearing is a reminder that (A) you lost the bet by thinking he wore regular briefs, and (B) you needed to get laid ASAP if you were this close to losing your cool over a random underwear model. 

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By Organization for Transformative Works

By birdsofshore (HD_Erised 2016) | Harry/Draco | NC-17 | 41,000

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

Genre: UST, wanking, pining, 8th year, first time, enemies to lovers, 

My Comments: This fic is absolutely amazing. It is so well written that you can feel exactly what Harry and Draco are feeling. You feel their pining, their longing, their love, and ughhh. I’m just ruined by this fic. It is also really, really hot. 

themardia replied to your post: how you get six books into Rivers of London and…

i mean. the whole point of those books is that Peter is dragging the Folly into a modern policing era and that he wants to do things the right way. that is a KEY part of his character, that he’s a mixed-race police officer that’s an idealist who believes in a better way. how is this a surprise to anyone?!

that’s LITERALLY THEIR POINT OF DIFFERENCE from urban fantasy generally, that a key plot thread is how you integrate policing by consent with goddesses and magic, rather than just an escalating series of boss challenges for the hero. 

and maybe that’s not for you, and that’s fine, but…it’s like picking up an Agatha Christie and going “I really like the depiction of interwar British life, but why are there so many dead people?”.


And A Million More  (my first Dean smut! umm nerdy)
And Beyond (vibrators and spontaneous nooky)
Better Meds (hurt/comfort-y couch sex)
Breathe and Body (breathplay)
Fingers and Red Flannel  (long and a bit case-y? also minor injury)
Front-Seat Quickie (what it says on the tin)
Second-Best Suit (car sex, light bondage, nippleplay) 
Shooting Practice (I kinda think this is my favourite, idk why. sweatpants?)
The First Time
The Last Time
Untitled. (phone sex)
     —–. (slow, purposeful sex) 
     —–. (sex in a police cruiser)
     —–. (ferris wheel)
     —–. (mattress makeout session)
     —–. (porch sex)
     —–. (pregnancy kink)
     —–. (sex with drunk!Dean)
     —–. (motel sex)
     —–. (making-up after break)
     —–. (getting caught by John)
     —–. (dry humping)
     —–. (shower sex)
     —–. (dirty talk)
     —–. (needy, clingy sex)
     —–. (breathplay)
     —–. (sex in a pool)
     —–. (fluffy hurt/comfort)
     —–. (bondage/sub!Dean)

i love how every fandom has that one fic that’s the elephant in the room. like, That One Fic, in a big fandom maybe there’s two or three, that everyone sort of shuffles their feet and scrolls past and refuses to acknowledge exists

maybe it’s some repulsive pairing that’s like the author’s ride-or-die otp, maybe the story is secondhand embarrassing but it’s been updating every day for like 2 years, maybe it’s like 300,000 words of nothing but this one obscure kink

late at night you dare your friends to read it as a bonding activity

Life With Namjoon (01. Towels)

A/N: Hey there! Well…I’ve decided to start a new little series (obviously) about what life with Namjoon would be like! This is just going to be a series for fun, really~ Just something I can update with little drabbles and stuff like that, when I don’t have the time or motivation to write a full blown fic.

Genres will like likely range from fluff, to smut, to angst. When I write things about actual life–ya know, things that are more realistic than fantasies usually found in fics–then I tend to be realistic with it. And reality isn’t a 100% wonderful ride hahaha.

That being said, lets get into it! ^^ But rest assured, the first installment isn’t angst. It’s a nice little fluff~

Words: 1,539

01.   Towels

It starts with Namjoon.

You’re lounging on your apartment couch when you hear a ripping sound in the bathroom. You frown and set your phone in your lap, turning and waiting for your boyfriend to emerge and explain the unexpected noise. And, not long after, the bathroom door guiltily creeks open, and Namjoon peeks his head out, his tanned skin still damp with water from his shower.

“Yes?” you ask patiently, and Namjoon can tell from your tone that you obviously know he did something wrong.

“I…uhhh,” is what he manages to say, bringing his arm up from behind his back. One of your white towels is in his hand, though now, unlike the last time you’d seen the poor thing, there’s a giant tear right up the middle—threads of fabric stretching out and twirling every which way.

“How…the fuck…,” you respond, absolutely baffled, and push off the couch. Padding up the hall, your bare feet a little cold against the hardwood floors, you approach the bathroom door and hold your hand out to inspect the towel.

“Woah—I’m naked,” Namjoon says, scooting back behind the doorframe a little, and you roll your eyes. As if that will stop you.

“How many times have I seen you naked?” You simply respond, taking the towel form his grasp, your thumbs rubbing over the frayed fabric.

“At least 10.”

You smile at his silly reply. “Well, you’re not wrong. But…seriously,” you say, holding the towel up to him and motioning to the damage. “How?

“I don’t know!” he immediately defends, motioning back towards the shower. “I just got out, grabbed a towel, and as I was drying off it just…ripped!”

“Kim Namjoon, God of Destruction,” you sigh, and then turn your back to him, waving the towel as you walk towards the kitchen. “I still love you, don’t worry~”

“Well I’d hope that it’d take more than a ripped towel to tear apart our love,” he responds, and you laugh, smiling to yourself as you hear the bathroom door close so that Namjoon can finish what he’d been doing.

Stopping in front of the trash can in the kitchen, you pop the lid open and stare sadly at the towel in your hands.

“Thank you for your service. You endured a lot,” you say, brows furrowed, and then drop the beat up fabric into the trash. Never to be seen again.

The next day, when Namjoon is out at the studio practicing with the boys and working on some new music, you step into the bathroom and fill the tub. Stripping off your pajamas, you turn and rummage around in one of the cupboards for a bath bomb. You had just bought some more after talking with Yoongi and getting a recommendation from him.

Finding the multi-colored ball, you walk over and drop it in the tub, watching the water stain colors. When it’s finally done, you carefully step in, sinking down into the hot water with a relaxed sigh.

As soon as you’re seated you realize that you totally forgot the book you’d been planning to read, and now sigh in annoyance at yourself. Pushing up, you step out of the tub onto the bath mat and reach for the towel you’d set out. Grabbing it, you quickly begin to dry your limbs, but freeze when you hear a familiar ripping sound.

Eyes wide, totally shocked, your bring the towel which had been around your back forward, fists clenching when you see that the fabric has ripped—almost an identical picture to what Namjoon had done yesterday.

“Dammit,” you groan, and drop the towel to the floor. Exiting the room, you retrieve your book and return to the tub, determined to get at least a little bit of relaxation in before Namjoon returns later and accepts his bragging rights when he sees what you’ve done.

Managing a half hour in the tub, you finally snap your book shut, pop the tub drain, and get out to dry. Grabbing another towel, you dry off much gentler this time, but the minute you stretch the towel behind your back and begin tugging on it from both ends, you hear the sound of a small tear. Groaning loudly, you give up and tug on the towel as hard as you can, listening to the fabric fall apart in your grasp.

Later that day, when Namjoon walks in your front door and sees you lounging on your couch, two damaged towels on either side of you, he cackles loudly and points a finger at you in apparent victory. However, his smile falls when he sees your upset frown, followed by you charging at him, clearly not happy to have fallen victim to the towels as well.

Catching you in his arms before you can make to hit him, he holds you tight and rocks back and forth, hoping to calm you down.

“Sorry—sorry, babe,” he says, bending down to kiss your forehead, and he feels you sigh against the fabric of his shirt, clearly not angry anymore, but certainly pouting.

“I’ll tell you what,” he continues, hands gripping your shoulders as he pushes you back gently so that he can look you in the eyes. “I have tomorrow off. Want to go shopping for new towels and whatever else you need?”

“Sure,” you immediately agree, mood brightening, and Namjoon smiles, leaning down to kiss you.

“It’s a date.”

The next day, you find yourself standing next to Namjoon in a department store towel aisle, towels caging you in on every side.

“Why are there so many towel options?”

“The human mind flourishes in creativity and people also have different tastes and different home décor—”

“It was a rhetorical question, Namjoon,” you say, reaching over to lightly smack his arm. He jumps at the feeling, looking over at you with a slight pout to his lips.

“So what color do you want?”

“You’re not going to try and be my interior home designer? Wait—nevermind. I’ve seen how you dress sometimes, I’ll just do it.”

“Ouch,” Namjoon responds, holding his hand over his heart, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re a-dork-able, don’t worry,” you laugh, reaching over and grabbing his hand. Considering the mask hiding away half of his face, you place a discreet kiss to the top of his hand, and his eyebrows raise.

“Is this a challenge to see who can make the other more embarrassed in public?” he asks teasingly, turning the tables as his grip on your hand tightens, and he tugs you closer to him. You’re blushing immediately, trying to casually wrestle out of his grip as his other hand lifts to rest on your hip.

“Stop it! You have an image to uphold!” you hiss at him, and when Namjoon sees how red your face has gotten his eyes crinkle happily, his grip on you loosening.

“Fine fine~ I’ll be continuing this tonight anyway.”

“Sure you will,” you scoff, and then step forward, finally getting around to why you two are here in the first place. Checking out a variety of the towels lining the shelves (and pausing to scold Namjoon when he doesn’t bother even attempting to fold the towels and put them back on the shelf properly), you finally narrow your options down to two towels. A dark blue, and a patterned white towel.

“Does it matter?” Namjoon asks, brows furrowed.

“Well…,” you say, weighing the towels in your hands. “A little. White towels are easier to bleach, but dark towels also hide stains, so…”

“Wait, what,” Namjoon pauses, baffled and horrified. “What are you talking about?”

You look at him pointedly. “I’m a girl, babe.”

He continues staring, apparently not getting it. You roll your eyes.

“You’re a genius but you forget about female reproductive organs. Christ.”

“OH,” he finally says, realizing, and you roll your eyes again, but albeit smile.

“Dummy. Accidents happen.”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” he sighs, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders lightly. “I forgot, my bad. But…why not get white, and then offset the coloring with a blue one? Are you really going to be picky about it?”

“Hmmm…you’re right,” you agree, and grab up another white towel, shoving all three towels into Namjoon’s arms once they’re chosen. He just smiles and rolls his eyes.

“What am I to you? A pack mule?”

What am I to you girl? What am I to you? I do love you crazy—ugh—do you??”

“Stoppp,” Namjoon whines, ears tinging with embarrassment, and you laugh, halting and grabbing his arm. Pressing up, you place a quick kiss to his masked cheek, and then take one of the towels from his arms.

“What are you to me? You’re my boyfriend and my best friend, and I love you.”

“I love you too,” he responds after a second, his heart palpitating as love fills his chest, and side by side you both step into the check-out line. After paying, you head down the street to your favorite café for lunch, and listen to each other with open ears and open hearts.

Just two kids, casually in love.

Exactly how it should be.

Klaine Valentines 2017: Day 8- The Way You Look Tonight 

 word count: 450

 The one where the fire alarm gets pulled at 5am and Kurt gets to talk to his crush. (AO3

Of course he wears matching pajamas, Kurt thinks as he spots Blaine amidst the other boys from Carter hall piling into the courtyard. He spots Artie being pushed by his roommate a few feet away, and can see their RA gesturing wildly to an irritable fireman. 

“Do you think it’s a test?” Comes the voice behind him, and Kurt’s heart begins to race before he even turns around. 

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Fic: Unexplored Terrain - RonaldAndMione

Title: Unexplored Terrain 

Author: RonaldAndMione

Word count: 2,360

Alternate links: N/A

Rating: K+

Warnings: None

Author’s summary: Ron and Lavender are finally, finally over. Ron and Hermione navigate the unexplored terrains of their ever-confusing relationship.

Why everyone should read this: This is an almost perfectly balanced one-shot. It’s entirely canonical, and yet it suggests themes and emotional undercurrents that all Romione shippers would recognize and would have fantasized about while reading JKR’s original. In RonAndMione’s imagining, Ron is finally single. The writer reveals to us a sweet and tender Common Room scene in which more goes unsaid than is actually said, but there’s a recognition that their relationship has deepened and could advance to something more, given the right circumstances. It’s an incredibly poignant scene, brilliantly described, with completely believable dialog between a somewhat more mature Ron and a somewhat more forgiving Hermione. Don’t miss it.

Champagne Ripples ♡ Pt. 2 (Jumin x MC)

Genre: Angsty? Or maybe not oᴗo

Plot: Jumin Han has always been cold towards you, but an incident at RFA’s annual Christmas party sends Jumin into a panic and his concern for you is revealed.

Part 1 | [Part 2] | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Update tags: @1412-dc 
~let me know in the comments or message me if you want me to add you to the tag list for this fic when I update~

“We’ve been driving around for over 2 hours now,” V admitted quietly, “I’m not sure what else we can do. You have your security team scattered around the area on foot too. Maybe we should just call it a night?”

“No,” Jumin replied with firm persistence as his eyes carefully scanned outside, “Driver Kim, let’s make another round around here. She couldn’t have gone far.”

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Klaine Valentines 2017: Day 9- Be My Forever

word count: 500

Because there’s no rule on when you’re supposed to get your vows renewed. (AO3)

“I thought people renewed their vows when they’re dust old and have to wear diapers under their suits,” Sam says to Kurt, who debated sticking a pin a little too far into his suit.

“Blaine wants to and I think it’s romantic-hold still.”

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Fic: All That Remains - wordsmithsonian

Title: All That Remains

Author: wordsmithsonian

Word count: 107,663

Alternate links: N/A

Rating: M

Warnings: As the author puts it: “Rating for language, sex, and adult situations. You know, the good stuff.”

Author’s summary: Everyone is putting back the pieces, working to accept their new reality in the wake of the final Battle. Post DH canon compliant. HG/RW , HP/GW, GrW/AJ.

Why everyone should read this: It’s not every fanfic writer who can pull off a 100,000-word story, but wordsmithsonian does it in a way that almost makes you believe that JKR herself picked up the story where she left off after DH. This was one of the first fanfics I ever read, and it made me a believer in the power of the form. It’s not strictly a Romione story, though Ron and Hermione’s romance is very much front-and-center in this fully realized recreation of the emotional lives and inner struggles of all of our favorite characters in the aftermath of the war. If you’re looking for a completely absorbing and satisfying post-war read, featuring character depictions that are utterly consistent with the original books, curl up in your favorite chair and read THIS.
Sun Above Your Shoulders - Chapter 1 - longleggedgit - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Sun Above Your Shoulders

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina

Summary: Hinata and Kageyama go to different high schools and meet again in Okinawa for the first time since middle school.

“Toss for me!”

The boy is grinning, already leading the way onto the court, walking backwards. Unthinkingly, Kageyama starts to follow him, then stops, annoyed at himself.

“I don’t even know your name,” he says.

“Hinata Shouyou.” Hinata steps to the right side of the net and waits.

Notes: Listen, this ridiculous thing wouldn’t even exist if not for @reallycorking warmly embracing my plot ideas and drawing inspiring fanart (more within the fic itself, click for full size!!) and enduring my periodic email updates for months on end, David fucking Copperfield-style, from start to finish, so please give her a round of applause for all the inspiration and constant feedback. Also a round of applause for @reeology for betaing, thank you so much your feedback was invaluable <333

Title from the highly appropriate Greek Song by Rufus Wainwright!

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Some Injuries Sustained by downtowndystopia

Sometimes Rei forgets how small Nagisa is in relation to himself, and sometimes he doesn’t know his own strength in romantic situations…

This is an adorably funny one shot featuring one of my favorite couples! It’s a quick read, but I’m sure you will experience plenty of chuckling and “aww” moments. Give this story a try! It’s sure to bring a smile to your face!

artwork credit: viria

Klaine Valentines 2017: Day 11- At My Most Beautiful

word count: 350

Blaine’s post-sex thoughts. Set after 3x05. (AO3)

Blaine never expected sex to be so exhausting.

Okay, maybe by most people’s definition what they’re doing isn’t sex, but he and Kurt agreed that intentionally getting off is sex, and their opinions are the only ones that matter.

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Even when you are on top he doesn’t allow you full control.

“Hoseok, please,” you whimper, mouth falling open as he pushes his hips upwards into you at a relentless pace. There’s no keeping up with him; and way before you want it to end, you find yourself losing balance and tipping forward as you come.

“You’re not done, baby girl,” he purrs into your ear, hands grasping your rear to grind you down on his length.

Our friends at the Guardian are in the middle of a very interesting series on literary definitions, and recently Elizabeth Edmondson has taken issue with the distinction between literary and genre fiction: 

“Genre fiction” is a nasty phrase – when did genre turn into an adjective? But I object to the term for a different reason. It’s weasel wording, in that it conflates lit fic with literature. It was clever marketing by publishers to set certain contemporary fiction apart and declare it Literature – and therefore Important, Art and somehow better than other writing.

Jane Austen, she says, “never for a moment imagined she was writing Literature. Posterity decided that – not her, not John Murray, not even her contemporary readership. She wrote fiction, to entertain and to make money.”

Nine-tenths of me agrees with her.  No, more like 99/100 of me agrees with her – there’s just a tiny little Angry Nerd somewhere inside me who’s jumping up and down, stomping her tiny foot in rage and yelling at the lit-fic crowd to get off my lawn.  Anyhow, it’s a thoughtful, well-argued read, and you can see the rest of it here.


anonymous asked:

Hey friend, any chance you have some fma fic recs? I'm feelin nostalgic af

Hooooo boy lemme hook you up with some of my faves!! (most of these are older, and Brotherhood specific unless otherwise noted)

Honestly, I’d start by recommending everything fma-related by:

The Cinderninja (amazing characterization like what even)

Laora (beautiful prose and epic HP crossovers)

Mikkeneko (everything is incredible but mind the ratings!!)

Sevlow (angst like whoa)

As for some specific fics I love…

Abstention  by Asidian (this is probably my fave fma fic if you made me choose)

Men and Angels  by Laora

The Final Awakening To Innocence  by Mikkeneko

Countdown Till Dawn  by Mikkeneko 

A Shot in the Dark  by Mikkeneko 

In Living Memory  by Mikkeneko

this is no way by  sapphireswimming

Awaiting Passage by sapphireswimming (CoS AU)

Conditioned Response  by Mikkeneko

Ignis Fatuus  by Mikkeneko 

Buried  by Sevlow

Austere and Lonely Offices  by Mikkeneko (03)

What Should Never Be  by Griselda Banks (a take off of the Supernatural episode What Is and What Should Never Be)

Dailies  by Strix 4 (oneshot collection)

Standards  by Bookwrm389

The Wizard and the Wyrm  by Demus (fantasy AU)

Infected  by The Cinderninja

Only Family  by Mikkeneko

In Spirit  by dannyboymw

there’s a devil in the church by Laora

Born of Ashes by Laora (Homunculi oneshot collection)

In Memoriam (sort of a collab between me and dannyboymw )

And if you like crossovers, there’s:

Renaissance  by Laora (HP crossover)

Family Honor by Laora (HP crossover)

Penance by Laora (and alternate ending Atonement , HP crossovers)

Stranger Than Normal by sapphireswimming (a Danny Phantom crossover)