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This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I was able to import an old bookmarks list from 2010 into Tagpacker.) Because I moved from Delicous to Tumblr and now WordPress, the older posts don’t look quite so pretty.

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stockings on the fireplace, or something, by icarxs – Queer as Folk (UK) [Archive of Our Own]

“Stalker, ten o’clock,” said Alexander, primly. “Just like old times, innit.” Then, he said, head tilted to one side like a particularly tall, gay cockatoo, “or not really.”

“Where?” demanded Hazel, craning her neck. “Where the fuck?”

“There.”

Alexander pointed. They could just make out Nathan, carving a path through the crowd; he spotted them and his face broke into a grin, creases at the eyes, bright as sunshine, the whole fucking shebang. Stuart let out a long, low whistle. “Jaysus Christ,” he said, leaning back in his chair, as much a prowl as one could do while sitting, “can you believe I used up my fucking shag pass with him when he looked like a twink, and now he goes and looks like that.”

Source: stockings on the fireplace, or something, by icarxs – Queer as Folk (UK) [Archive of Our Own]

A wonderful bit of future fic, I love everyone’s dynamics here, they feel just perfect.

Fine Lines, by ladyofrosefire – The 100 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

His hands are calloused and warm, and his fingers are strong. When he tugs, Clarke stumbles forward, catching herself with her other hand in the center of his chest, over the pounding beat of his heart.

She stops right before she kisses him, her upper lip slightly curled, her teeth bared. Then her hand curls into a fist in his shirt and she steps back, pulling him with her. Her back collides with the rough bark of a tree. Bellamy crowds her, all broad shoulders and muscled arms caging her against the wide trunk. He’s still bending toward her, their mouths only a few inches apart. Neither one of them bridges the gap.

Source: Fine Lines, by ladyofrosefire – The 100 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

I’m not normally into hate sex, but wowza, very early days!Clarke and Bellamy sure manage to hit my buttons…

the love, the dark, the light, the flame, by ladyofrosefire, proxybird – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Xingchen is a terrible liar— he does not like hunting deer, although he will. He has. One stag is not strong enough to sate him, and while they can make some use of the bodies, the deer are of less use to the two of them than they would be to the people in these small cities and towns if they found them full of life.

Song Lan has more than enough to spare.

His fingers stumble over the belt of his robes.

Source: the love, the dark, the light, the flame, by ladyofrosefire, proxybird – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Vampire fic set in canon, utterly lovely and captivating…

the soft animal of your body, by NotAFicWriter, ladyofrosefire – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

He and Xingchen had done that side by side for years together, before. Perhaps he only retreated to give Song Lan as much privacy as possible in their current situation. That is not much, of course. The channels of Song Lan’s meridians only offer so much space. Xingchen fits there well, despite that, his soul tucked neatly somewhere between Song Lan’s navel and his heart on any given day, drifting as he knits back together a little at a time. Today, he rests around Song Lan’s diaphragm. He manages to give the impression of a cat curled up on a hearth, or of how he used to pillow his head on one of Song Lan’s thighs and rest there while Song Lan read to him.

Source: the soft animal of your body, by NotAFicWriter, ladyofrosefire – 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

This is such a unique look at Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen’s soul – not one I’d considered before but utterly fascinating. Mild D/s and breathplay – if that’s even possible if there’s only one body, and that body doesn’t need to breathe.

So I love you because I know no other way than this, by Trueredhearts – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

Lan Zhan is the Good Son™. The stickler for rules, the proper one, the well-behaved one, the one boy every single mother vies for their daughters. The most eligible bachelor in their social group. And beyond their social group. The young man all daughters want to take home to introduce to their fathers. Because Lan Zhan is good, is kind and looks the part of a well-behaved, studious young man. Unlike Wei Ying.

Source: So I love you because I know no other way than this, by Trueredhearts – 魔道祖师 – 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī – Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]

This is the most oblivious Wei Ying to ever oblivious. Also, the horniest. And neither one of the boys can communicate, but what else is new. 🙂

annundriel | Inception Fic: Sharp Dressed Man, Arthur/Eames (NC-17)

Eames lounges against the pillows, sheet riding low on his hips, and watches Arthur dress, watches him put himself back together, button himself back up.

Source: annundriel | Inception Fic: Sharp Dressed Man, Arthur/Eames (NC-17)

How have I not recced this, it’s an absolute, delicious classic of suit!pr0n.

The Curious Nature of Felines, by rallamajoop – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

The thing is, Illya’s daemon doesn’t behave like a daemon. She behaves like, well, a cat.

Source: The Curious Nature of Felines, by rallamajoop – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

I adore daemon!AUs, and this one has some great world-building as well as a Napoleon who can’t stop himself from wondering – and touching…

The Sicilian Defence, by probablynotadalek – Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Spock looked back down at his hand again. He hadn’t been able to stop looking at it, to stop stroking over his palm with his other thumb and consider what it had felt like to shake Kirk’s hand. He’d touched other people, familiar pats with Pike and Ortegas’ arm around his shoulders and Chapel’s hands at his face, but no one had grabbed his hand like that except T’Pring.

Maybe that was why Uhura kept watching him. He had behaved abnormally and she was trying to figure out why. Perhaps she knew the significance of the gesture for Vulcans and was shocked by the display.

But Kirk had held a hand out like he expected it. He had looked at Spock like it was a challenge. And Spock, newly experimenting with what it meant to feel, had decided to rise to it.

Source: The Sicilian Defence, by probablynotadalek – Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Another lovely post-“Lost in Translation” fic, because it’s such a great SNW!Spock POV. Also, chess!