Imagine Being Loved by Me, by IntoTheUnknown – Dead Boy Detectives (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[Charles] wants to be alive again. Yeah, no shit. No one wants to be murdered at sixteen fucking years old. But there’s more to it;

He wants with a persistent, gnawing certainty to feel again. […]

He wants and he can’t ever have. No matter how many cases the Agency closes, no matter how many people they help, Charles wants what he can’t have. Not even Edwin, brilliantly clever Edwin, can fix that.

It’s okay though, because it’s Edwin and Charles against the world, and how could Charles ever be unhappy when there’s that? He and Edwin. The Dead Boy Detectives. Some days it’s enough to allow Charles to pretend he wants for nothing. Just him and Edwin -forever.

Source: Imagine Being Loved by Me, by IntoTheUnknown – Dead Boy Detectives (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

I am head over heals in love with these boys, and this fic just made me so damn happy. A great Charles voice.

i came here for sanctuary, by orphan_account – The 100 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

“I think she needs to be alone right now,” he says. He doesn’t need to explain any more than that, because Octavia understands, that there is no alone anymore between him and Clarke – hasn’t been since he held her the night she thought her mother had died, since she told him she needed him, since they became king and queen of their ragtag group of idiot kids, since he realized that nothing feels safe without her walking two steps behind him, thinking three steps ahead.

Source: i came here for sanctuary, by orphan_account – The 100 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

After Finn’s death Clarke runs – and Bellamy follows, because of course he does. Lovely fic that rings very true. Honestly I kept expecting the show to go exactly this route. Explicit.

Truth or Truth, by selfinduced – Shadowhunters (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

“Magnus’s clothes work great on Magnus, not you. You should have just asked him to take you shopping and he would’ve picked out something that works on you. Although I get wanting to wear your boyfriend’s clothes. I’d want–” He speeds up, running off again.

“You’d want what? It can’t be that bad, we’re not talking about serious stuff. I can take criticism.” Alec says gamely as he catches up with him.

“If we were together it’d make me even crazier to see you wearing my shirt than it already does now when you borrow them. Because I could actually do something about it. I’m just glad Magnus seems to know how lucky he is.”

[…]

They’re almost at the cave when the greedy, less accommodating side of Alec wins. “What did that mean, earlier?” he blurts out, studying Jace’s face.

“He gets to know what you taste like and I don’t.”

Source: Truth or Truth, by selfinduced – Shadowhunters (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

In Edom, Jace is linked to Meliorn… and Seelies can’t lie. (Warning for cheating, but this is delicious.)

When it Happens, by Emmybazy – Shadowhunters (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

“Fight it, go get a mated pair now and close the door.” Jace hears the words but doesn’t understand, too preoccupied with running the backs of Alec’s hands over his skin. He wants Alec’s fingers to grip his waist and wrists, leave marks all over him. Jace can’t get close enough.

Out of nowhere, someone is grabbing Jace around the waist and dragging him away from Alec, “no! No, Alec!”

“It’s for the best Jace, I promise.” It’s Robert. Robert is taking him away from Alec.

“No, no, I need him, bring me back to Alec. Where is he?” Jace can’t see him, partially due to the tears blocking the way.

“Hey, I’m right here” Alec is there, hands cupping Jace’s face and wiping the tears away, “I’m here. It’s ok.”

Source: When it Happens, by Emmybazy – Shadowhunters (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

I’m very picky when it comes to A/B/O fics, but this version, where Alpha Alec manages to resist the unexpectedly Omega-presenting Jace? Yes please!

Tiger, Tiger, by manic_intent – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

Years ago, Napoleon had complained strenuously when Sanders had strong-armed him into the CIA’s training classes for alphas. He was in the prime of his life and no longer some sort of schoolboy, easily turned by an omega’s seasonal pheromones, or so he had said at the time. Now the training kicked in, and Napoleon breathed a little more rapidly and through his mouth, to dilute the effect. Illya seemed to notice, smirking faintly.

“You’re an omega,” Napoleon grit out, once his head had cleared a little. “That wasn’t in your… I thought you were null.”

“Very rude thing to say. We are in public.” Illya said dryly, which was true.

Source: Tiger, Tiger, by manic_intent – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

This might be one of the few fandoms where I actively seek out A/B/O fics, just because Illya will never be a wilting flower. 😉 This one is excellent because it very much plays with the expected gender roles.

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. 🙂