tagged by waldorph
rules: in a text post, list ten FICS that have stayed with you in some way. don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” works, or even all the same pairing or fandom, just the fics that have touched you or that stuck with you somehow. tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!
“Send me up a drink,” jokes Major Hale. The count goes on.
ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. BUCKETS AND BUCKETS OF ANGST. Also rocketships and dancing.
“This is what happens when you’re an international beacon of righteous fury and justice for the oppressed masses,” Grantaire says. “Everyone forgets you kill people for a living.”
Freedom fighter AU. Grantaire is a mess. Enjolras is a mess. They keep each other human. Kind of.
Commandos era. Steve goes to a brothel and learns something.
The sexual education of Steven Grant Rogers.
These are not all lies.
Beautiful and badass Natasha character study.
When Handsome Bob figures out it’s One Two he wants, he knows he has to keep it quiet.
Unrequited love, jealousy, and angsty self-discovery. Pining is a thing for me, you may have noticed.
“Bandicoot? For real?” Chris asks as he looks over in the wrong direction entirely. “Let’s go punch some names off him.”
I kicked my RPF addiction. I was out. And with the click of her fingers, screamlet pulled me back in. Just plain rude is what it is. Seriously though, you haven’t read banter until you’ve read screamlet’s banter.
“Okay, no,” Pooch says, holding up his hands, “there is no way I’m gambling for money against you and Cougar.”
Jensen frowns, leaning across the table to make wide, concerned eyes at Pooch. “Is it because we’re just that fucking good?” he asks.
“No.” Pooch knocks the edge of the pack once, twice against the table. “It’s because I’m pretty sure you can read each other’s damn minds.”
My love for Tora’s Jensen-voice, let me show you it. Sweet, funny and insanely hot.
“Gandalf,” said the captain, doffing his hat as he stepped within. “I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I was obliged to ask direction — twice.”
REGENCY HOBBIT FIC. CARRIAGES AND PONIES AND DRAWING ROOMS. EVERYBODY IS CHARMING EXCEPT WHEN THEY’RE BEING A BUTT.
821 A.D. Arthur is in the nightmare business. Eames is a thief, a liar, and versatile with a pen.
The kind of fic that grips you til you can’t breathe and it hurts and it cuts you deep but at the same time it’s SO, SO SATISFYING.
Footsteps beside him; the creak of bedsprings as Chris sits down by his head. Zach could bite his ass, if he could move. He wouldn’t, but he could. It would be tempting. “Front all you want: ‘Cathedral’ still skull-fucks you with its awesomeness,” says Chris, shoving the water up to his face. “Every time. Open your mouth.”
Smart, sexy and the dialogue will own your soul.