Multifandom Fic Recs

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NagiReo Fics that are so fucking hilarious I want them printed on my gravestone

I Would Have Been Obsessed With You In High School

"You're amazing!”

Oh. Was this man really talking to Nagi? No one had ever called him amazing before. Especially no one this attractive. Was saving this beautiful man's phone enough for this kind of response?

“I would have been so obsessed with you high school!”

His hearts soars before he laments, wait, why not now?

Nagi is interested in the most beautiful guy on campus, but so is everyone else.

I'm back in the fucking building again

“He went down to Ego’s office and asked him if he could stay,” Reo explains.

“And that worked?” Chigiri asks skeptically.

Again, perhaps if it were anyone else other than Nagi, maybe the bespeckled man might entertain it. But since it’s Nagi, Chigiri has a hard time believing Ego didn’t have a blue lock man escort him out on the spot.

“No,” Reo says, “My treasure says Ego told him to leave.”

“And then?”

“I just didn’t leave,” Nagi says like it was the most logical thing to do.

...

Or, Nagi gets locked off. He stays in Blue Lock anyway.

The gayest interview that you’ll ever take

“Normally, I’d do these interviews individually, but…”

The interviewer doesn’t finish his sentence, unsure how to describe what he is seeing. He thinks that the sight is pretty self-explanatory, but perhaps not to them.

“So,” he starts, obviously uncomfortable; he’s still young, hasn’t been doing this job for long. His superiors probably wouldn’t have been fazed by this — or at least they wouldn’t have showed it — but, unfortunately, he hasn’t been in the field long enough to master his expressions and posture. He glances down at the notes in his hands, checking the names, even though he perfectly memorized them. “Nagi Seishirou and Mikage Reo, right?”

fire burn and cauldron bubble

H-huh?” Reo squawks when he finally comes to his senses. “Wait, no, Nagi, that’s not—”

It’s too late. Nagi’s already eased the apple out of Reo’s limp hold, and although Reo reaches for it back after a stunned pause, the pause is a little too long, he’s a little too slow, and he can do nothing but watch in ice-cold horror as Nagi bites into the apple—

A second later, there’s a crumpled pile of dangly limbs dozing on the ground below.

Reo steps back, a slight shriek slipping out of him unconsciously when Nagi so suddenly collapses to the ground. Isagi startles, too, fumbling backwards as he gapes at the scene in front of him.

“You—what—” he splutters. “Were you trying to poison me?”

---

or, Reo accidentally poisons Nagi. the cure? true love's kiss, of course.

hypersthene

Reo,” he says, squinting at Reo with a narrowed gaze. “Reo.”

“...is that the only thing he says when he’s drunk?” Chigiri asks. “Your name?”

I hope so, Reo doesn’t say. It’s been nearly a year since Nagi last got drunk, and yet the memory remains crystal clear in Reo’s mind. But surely Nagi’s tolerance had improved since then, right?

“He just doesn’t like it when I’m not…” Reo trails off. He places his hand back on Nagi’s head, and Nagi quietens with a soft sigh. “See?”

Chigiri stares at him with something akin to horror and maybe a bit of pity. “I need another drink,” he declares, reaching for the bottle again.

---

or, Nagi is a very, very, very, very, very clingy drunk.

nutmeg

"Hey, you ended up meeting Reo, right?”

At Reo’s name, Nagi straightens in his seat. “Yeah,” he says, looking infinitely more alert. Chigiri has a sinking suspicion he knows exactly where this is headed. “I talked with him a while ago. He seems…”

He trails off. His eyes turn watery and wistful. Chigiri almost gags.

“Okay, I get it,” he says quickly. He should have predicted this, he guesses. Reo was incredibly popular with almost everyone at the school, and the new transfer definitely wasn’t the exception. Poor guy had no idea he was about to get his heart broken. Reo was as notorious for being liked as he was for getting rejected by.

“I really like him.”

”I said I get it.”

”He’s so pretty.”

”Okay, I’m leaving.”

---

or, Chigiri accidentally sets Nagi and Reo up

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Steve/Bucky Fic Recs: Follows the MCU Canon until it gets like gets 10xs more interesting Edition

winter wheat, sunflower peat

In the dead of the night, a man pulls over for a hitchhiker.

bigger man

For the first couple decades of his life, Steve had wanted nothing more than to be bigger than he was.

Sometimes though, these days, he finds himself wishing for the opposite.

there's nothing left of you

Bucky’s having a hard time reconciling Captain America with the friend he left behind in Brooklyn. It’s bad enough that every time he closes his eyes he sees the inside of a torture chamber. Now, every time he opens them again, he sees a stranger with Steve Rogers’ eyes and smile.

A Helping Hand

After everything Bucky has been through in his too long life, it seems especially cruel that even now, safe and sound in Steve's spare room, he still can't find the relief that he craves. Oh he's tried, of course. He's tried everything, but no matter what he does or how he does it he can't fucking come. Honestly this might just be one of the worst things Hydra ever did to him and they didn't even do it on purpose.

So, as much as he hates to admit it, he knows he's going to need a little help if he's ever going to get past whatever psychological snares Hydra have left behind and who better to assist him than Captain America himself? Besides, Steve has always gone above and beyond when it comes to Bucky, so perhaps he won't mind too much if he's asked to lend a hand this time too...

Hazard Pay ****** FAV AUTHOR********

Bucky wanders the hall outside, dazed, and finds himself in a supply closet three doors down. He sits on a box of spare boots and tries to process the fact that the United States Army has just, by official fiat, authorized him to fuck Steve Rogers.

No. Not fuck. "Provide specialized support." He wonders if there'll be paperwork. Two copies for the S.S.R. and one for the Brits.

They can put that on his gravestone: James Buchanan Barnes, Here Lies A Good Soldier Who Took More Than One For The Team.

Strays

After finding himself alone for the first time in decades, the Winter Soldier learns how to be a person again. Mostly through caring for an orphaned kitten, countless rounds of YouTube roulette, and stalking Captain America.

Or: Bucky Barnes, accidental millennial.

how cold steel is (and keen with hunger)********FAV********

There is a man who lives inside the Soldier’s head.

The Soldier does not know much about the man. The man is an American, and he fought in one of the few twentieth-century wars the Soldier had not—if only because he did not exist yet. At some point, a war pitted their home countries against each other, but that did not put much of a damper on things. They are good friends.

Here is how the Winter Soldier dies: the resurrection of James Barnes.

An account of Bucky's time in Bucharest.

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In honor of the rumours floating around that Marvel is turning Charles and Erik into brothers for their next movie...here are 6 more super awesome and amazing Cherik fics written by super awesome and amazing human beings because fuck the MCU Pt 2

An Exercise in Frustration

Erik Lehnsherr's latest critically-acclaimed film Shame features a full-frontal nudity scene. His long-suffering husband Charles is really very peeved about it.

irreconcilable differences (make for surprisingly good bedfellows)

Tonight on The Evening Report with Malcolm Stevens, noted geneticist and mutant equality proponent Dr. Charles Xavier faces off with the infamous mutant rights activist Magneto in a live televised debate over the Genetic Nondiscrimination Act.

(At least, if they can stop flirting long enough to stay on topic.)

Replay

After Magneto of an X2-ish future succeeds in the unthinkable, Charles sends his consciousness back to 1962 to guide Erik away from the path that will lead to the genocide of the human race forty years hence.

Charles knows that Erik has always loved him, and intends to use this knowledge + sex to seduce Erik away from his ideals in his youth.

There's no way this well-thought-out, sensible, debugged and 100% bulletproof plan can possibly go wrong.

Charles Xavier's Very Bad, No Good, Yet In A Way Lucky Day At The Supermarket (Warning: Emergency Pull Tab Remix)

Charles is drunk. Very, very drunk. He is also at the supermarket with his sister, helping her with her shopping. What could go wrong?

lucky, lucky you (i am fortune’s fool)

Charles buys a houseplant to prove to his therapist that he can take care of something. Single father Erik sells them at the local farmer’s market every Saturday.

Three Kinds of Learning

Erik intends to recruit Raven's supposedly amazing, all-powerful older brother. Instead, he finds himself dealing with Charles Xavier, a weak, tweed-addled professor who seems to think powers don't matter nearly as much as personality. Erik's misconceptions are blown apart when Raven goes missing.

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Yay!! MORE BACHISAGI FIC RECS!! I <3 THEM

Hit The Ground Softly

Five times Isagi was falling in love.

One time he finally hit the ground.

Meaningful Looks that Mean Some Sort of Meaning, Why?

It all starts when Isagi attempts to follow Rin's training regimen, pushes himself further than his physical capabilities, then nearly drowns in the bathtub. The confusion only quickly snowballs from there.

limit testing gone wrong.

Isagi's always been fond of testing his limits. It just happens that, this time, the limit he's trying to test is perhaps not one that ought to be tested.

Or: Apparently, Isagi can't say no to Bachira.

take me away, sunray

When Bachira smiles, a single dimple appears on the left side of his cheek, Isagi notices, and it makes his smile appear a bit lopsided. It’s kind of endearing.

“You don’t have any friendship bracelets,” Bachira quips, bringing Isagi’s wrist close to his face, like he might find an invisible bracelet there.

“Um, no. I don’t,” Isagi stammers, and Bachira cocks his head to the side.

“We’ll have to change that now, won’t we!” He lets go of Isagi’s wrist, and Isagi can still feel the phantom warmth of Bachira’s palm against his skin.

*

Of spending the summer far away from home and finding Bachira Meguru.

Our Missing Piece

There’s a monster inside me, that only comes out and talks when I’m playing football. It rarely talks, only gives directions, but in that moment… my monster told me, “Pass to him. He has a monster inside too.”

A shudder runs through Isagi. The other boy has seen through him, to a part of his psyche he has been unable to connect with since. Because, why had Isagi chosen to eliminate Kira with seconds on the clock? That part of him is remote, a stranger even to himself. It was a boy capable of such remorseless self-service that the moniker of “monster” seems all too fitting.

At this point, Bachira drops the pretence of training. Isagi has no hope of retrieving the ball from him. Instead, Bachira thoughtlessly bounces it, keeping it airborne with a flick of his ankle or knee. “I’m glad I came to Blue Lock,” he says simply, expression open and guileless. “Since I could meet my soulmate.”

Blood rushes in Isagi’s ears. He stumbles, catching himself before he trips over his own feet. “Ex—excuse me?”

What does it mean when your soulmark doesn't fade, despite meeting a stranger with golden eyes that speaks to the darkest part of you? That's for Isagi to find out!

Sunshine Blend

For Isagi, life in college was a stressful affair.

With an annoying roommate, fast-approaching deadline, and a broken coffee vending machine, he was almost at his wit's end.

Desperate for his daily dose of caffeine, Isagi found himself inside a rundown coffee shop just across the street.

And holy coffee, the guy at the counter was really cute.

Alternatively, Isagi Yoichi was a stressed college student, but now, he's got coffee and a crush.

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In honor of the rumours floating around that Marvel is turning Charles and Erik into brothers for their next movie...here are 5 more super awesome and amazing Cherik fics written by awesome and amazing human beings because fuck the MCU

just for you

Charles is a baker who makes decadent, beautiful, fancy cakes and pastries, and Erik is his mysterious recurrent customer.

preheat to 350 (just for you remix)

Charles realizes he's in love with Erik. But there's one tiny little problem: he just broke up with Erik.

how erik learned how to find charles in a crowd

Erik has always been aware of metal. Erik has also always been aware of Charles.

Better Than the Movies

Charles and Erik broke up. After a few months of break up sex and fruitless efforts to fix things, Erik thinks it might be time to move on (or at least try to). Naturally, this goes well for everyone involved.

This far but no further

“Lorna, this is Erik. Can you say hi?”

Lorna peeks out at him and mumbles, “Hi.”

“She’s cute,” Erik comments.

I know, Charles thinks. She looks like you.

Or: the one where Charles doesn’t tell Erik that joining the mile high club resulted in a baby.

Curve Fitting

The weird thing is, Charles always introduces Raven as his sister, but he never calls Erik his brother. Erik would be bothered, except he prefers not to think of Charles as his brother, either. He can’t figure it out for four years, and then suddenly he can.

Or. A non-powered AU in which Sharon Xavier never remarries, and Charles 'adopts' not only Raven, but Erik too.

The line between

It's the only kind of ritual Charles has ever wanted. If he’s going to survive a week in Westchester without torching the house and everyone in it, he needs Erik. If it's tanked a relationship or two, it's not a big deal - not many people, it turns out, are fine with him disappearing for weeks over Christmas, let alone refusing to stop sleeping with his best friend while he’s at it. Apparently, that doesn’t qualify as “emotionally available.”

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NagiReo Fics I read & Loved <3<3<3

seishirou nagi's guide to make your friend fall for you through flirting

"Your eyes are like the toilet," Nagi says. "Toilet water," he adds as an afterthought.

Somewhere in his office, Ego chokes on his coffee.

Reo's frozen, a polite smile plastered on his face.

"... Sorry?"

Nagi wants to say something about the toilet flushing and spiralling water and how Reo's eyes are similar with how hypnotizing they are and—and Nagi realizes that one, explaining all this to Reo would be too much of a hassle, and two, maybe a fucking toilet was not the best thing to compare to Reo's eyes.

"Nevermind," Nagi mumbles.

Or: 5 times Nagi tries different ways to flirt with Reo (spoilers: none of them work) and one time he succeeds. Kind of.

Devil in a New Dress

Or Alternatively, Nagi Seishirou's Guide to Bagging the Nepo Baby you Accidentally Fumbled when you have Zero Emotional Awareness Skills and Negative Rizz

____

He tightens his grip, and it’s got to be absolutely painful at this point, but maybe that’s what finally does it because Reo finally relaxes against him, sinks into his embrace, and asks,

“Why?”

The hardest part of being in love with your best friend, Nagi’s tired mind realizes, has to be understanding where the lines are. When you love someone so fully, so completely, so singularly, it’s hard to know where someone ends and another starts. Nagi and Reo have been bleeding into each other's veins since they’ve known each other.

How the fuck do you convey something like that with words?

Reo is wondering why and Nagi has no words.

if you love him let him go (and come back, occasionally, for sex)

“I’m not throwing you away,” Nagi says. “...besides, that’s that, and this is this.”

“What is this then?” Reo asks him, still trembling with anger.

“Sex,” Nagi answers.

Yeah, it is sex. It’s just sex. It’s not a promise to play soccer together and see the top of the world, to be together forever. It’s just something they started doing because it was fun and they were riding the highs of winning and because Nagi Seishirou was stupidly tall and broad and had the gentlest eyes even when he was saying the stupidest fucking thing.

Or, Nagi didn't realize not choosing Reo in the Second Selection meant no more hooking up. Reo didn't realize Nagi was that dumb.

Law of Attraction

According to Barou, ‘Reo’ is the last thing Nagi says before he goes to sleep, the first thing he says when he wakes up, and is the word that is probably the most used in the white haired boy’s vocabulary. Come to think of it, it’s likely his favorite all together, with the amount of times that he says it.

Bachira has come up with the theory that Nagi might just actually explode if he can’t say it every few minutes. There’s no doubt in Isagi’s mind that when Nagi isn’t talking about Reo, he’s probably thinking about him.

Proposal Quotes to Use For Your Soccer Sweetheart [100% Success Rate]

Suddenly, Nagi could see Reo's eyes widen for a second. A pause too long for it to be a regular occurence. As he glances around the table he could see the others wear exasperated expressions.

…Did Nagi just blurt out a proposal?

Before he can take the words back, Reo breaks into a sun-bright grin. “But of course! Anything for my treasure!”

Or,

Nagi accidentally proposes to Reo using Japanese women’s number one most hated proposal quote. To Nagi’s surprise, Reo accepts!

Kissing Guide

“Could you teach me?”

Reo pauses again, then levels Nagi with a bewildered stare, as if not very sure he heard him clearly. He wets his lips, and Nagi blankly follows the gesture with unblinking eyes.

“Teach you what?”

“How to kiss.”

Or: Nagi is told that Reo must have kissed a lot of people before since he's so popular. For some reason, that doesn't sit well with him.

nagi seishirou's guide to reaping offseason rewards

“You’re unbelievable,” Reo sighs, nothing but resigned fondness in his tone. “You only become this much of a sloth when I start losing my muscle definition.”

“It’s not losing definition,” Nagi corrects, sinking further into the warmth. “It’s optimizing for my comfort. You’re becoming plush. The density is perfect. It’s like a super-exclusive, limited-edition seasonal feature, just for me.”

(Or: The transition from the intense training of the regular football season to the quiet rest of the off-season is defined for Nagi Seishirou by one singular, crucial metric: the softening of his boyfriend’s thighs.)

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BachiSagi Fics I Adore <3<3<3

and if you flow with me (i hope it goes slow)

The first time he meets Bachira outside their assigned dormitory for some after-hours training, Isagi views it as a mutually-beneficial arrangement, ready to make the most of it by learning a thing or two from this exceptionally talented, yet undeniably odd dribbler—while friendly and perhaps a little too touchy-feely, Bachira Meguru doesn’t fail to give Isagi the chills. There’s nothing more to it, really; they’re supposed to head in, practice shooting and passing, and then leave. No pointless talking or getting to know each other on a deeper level.

That was the initial idea.

Turns out that Bachira is quite the chatterbox. He also proves to be exceptionally hard to, well, not like.

Bachira Meguru falls hard, but Isagi Yoichi falls harder.

laid my heart bare with intention

His fingers stray under the hem of Isagi's sleepshirt, stealing that coveted bare-skin contact until his palm is full of Isagi's back, pinky finger resting against the mole there. It makes Isagi's breath hitch, almost in the same stutter he makes when he gets that midnight need to sneak out for the practice field.

isbc fluff for the request: "Bachira's usually affectionate touches have been getting more intimately. Confusingly, Isagi has just been going along with it."

wake up babe new @puzzlevision tweet just dropped****AMAZING AND CUTIE PIE****

"Make like, a twitter account to talk about how much you love Bachira and leave me alone," Chigiri jokes one day. "I can only listen to so many rants about his thighs before I go insane."

A few hours later, Isagi is typing out 'puzzlevision' on a Create New Account screen. Surely this can only go well.

(or: isagi creates a twitter account to gush about his boyfriend, gains popularity and reveals his relationship to the world. mostly in that order and mostly accidentally.)

i already know

Still, even then, Isagi hisses: “Cut it out, you’re gonna wake someone up!” And then: “I thought I was dreaming first, but you’re actually here, aren’t you?”

the noise before victory*****The Au of All Aus***

Four universes where the Blue Lock project never took off and one where it did...

The Namikaze High team was leaving the changing-rooms now, joking amongst themselves—but #8, the star of the match, wasn’t with them. Isagi frowned. He picked up his sports bag and inched towards the changing-room exits. And there was Bee-Boy, hands in his pockets, going all the other way around by his lonesome.

“Hey!” he called out, unsure of what exactly he was doing himself. “Hey, you, wa—”

Orange Juice***Must Read if in the fandom***

Isagi Yoichi returns to Japan in preparation for the summer Olympics for the first time in three years, and Meguru finds him again.

trust me (with my teeth around your neck)

When he meets Isagi, the monster under his skin purrs. He looks at him and wants to touch every part of him and tear him up in the same breath. Then, something else also starts to stir (or perhaps it was always there).

aka a brief study on Meguru Bachira, and how he falls in lust (and love) with Yoichi Isagi.

the space between

Three years ago, Bachira and Isagi broke up before moving to different countries. Now, Bachira learns what it means to grow up and find the courage to try again.

Alternatively: How not to get over your ex-boyfriend, a ten-step guide brought to you by Bachira Meguru.

hey baby, i think i wanna marry you

"We should get married."

Or the one where Isagi and Bachira fail to elope.

Sideline Love Story

****OBSESSED WITH EVERY UPDATE****

While visiting his family in Japan during the off-season, 25-year-old Bastard München player Isagi "volunteers" to coach his nephew's U-6 team. Enter: the most high-maintenance crew of soccer dads ever to make a scene on the sidelines. Although one of the kids has an older brother who Isagi wouldn't mind getting to know better...

Meanwhile, J League star Bachira, his arm and his heart both freshly broken, tries to convince himself that while love is fleeting, his monster is forever.

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My favorite Kainess Fics of 2026 so far

These bitches are soooo messy and fucked up, I'm like obsessed lmao

as long as we're out in the sun

Three weeks until Michael leaves for Madrid. There it is, close enough to touch; everything he’d ever wanted.

further than they thought I'd go

It feels good to hurt Alexis. That doesn’t mean Michael wants him, or needs him. It doesn’t mean Michael needs anybody. It doesn’t mean anything at all.

so long, mr. wrong

The reporter almost crashed into him, mic rustling unpleasantly on the live broadcast. “Huh? So the breakup didn't influence you? Maybe a new flame, then? Trouble in paradise?”

Kaiser turned. Slowly. Deliberately. He bent down until his lips hovered right above the mic - the correct way, not the typical yards-away disdain fans were used to.

“There is no breakup.”

Ness pulled away, and Kaiser didn’t pull back. Leashes weren’t meant to strangle, but this one slipped right off.

Quadrivorce

Sent: 01.06.XX 08:53

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Post-Marital Affairs

Dear Mr. Kaiser,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to you regarding the division of our properties.

Kaiser and Ness got divorced and remarried thrice. Now that Ness is threatening Kaiser with a fourth one Kaiser has had enough.

capitulation

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Kaiser asks indifferently, turning the page of a magazine. "Came for more?"

He doesn't get an answer. Kaiser can feel his back tense up, feeling the foreign presence behind. "Well? I'm waiting."

Ness remains unresponsive to his question. He silently walks around the couch, pausing for a moment, and then kneels down. With his side vision, Kaiser catches flashes of his movements - how Ness rests his elbows on the couch, how, falteringly, he lowers his head on them, how the heat of his breath reaches Kaiser's thighs. He does not touch Kaiser himself, though - he would never risk it.

Finally he speaks, quiet and lost. "I've missed you."

Kaiser always knew that's how it'd end. The only thing he hasn't thought through is what will come after.

nonsense night

"I’m serious, you can’t. I’ll wash your ugly coat and return it, but you can't enter. I am engaged. If Kaiser finds out I let you in-"

Throughout the whole night Yoichi had been so, so strong, but this time he couldn't hold back from facepalming. If mermaid tales, U.F.O. sightings and vampires were part of humanity’s greatest mysteries, then the thought process of Alexis Ness regarding all things Michael Kaiser followed close behind.

Trusting two highly dysfunctional adults to solve their own relationship problems was the first mistake and Yoichi, slightly drunk, involving himself in that dispute the second one.

flames so hot that they turn blue

Ness didn’t even notice the shift of tone and continued, “Yeah, Gessner was craving them but didn't feel like peeling them, so I just did it for him. Anyway, on the way back to practice I saw a family of squirrels crossing the street and-

“Might as well fuck him, then.” Kaiser interrupted.

Kaiser's odd sense of jealousy throughout six years with (and one year without) Ness.

Holding His Hair Back

Kaiser helps Ness get drunk so that he can hold his hair back later.

implausible deniability

“Alex,” Michael says. His voice is quiet. He looks down, but he can’t see Alexis like this. The moon doesn’t shine. Everything’s drenched in darkness. “I fucking hate all these lies. I want to hear you say it. Now. Here.” His left hand hangs by his side, cold and hot at the same time, and he withstands the urge to ball it into a fist.

Alexis’ breath is the only thing visible in the half-light. It comes out in small puffs of foggy air.

Alexis’ behavior has been bizarre for weeks now. Michael thinks that there's only one possible explanation: He’s about to end things with Michael. But if there’s a possible explanation, that always means there’s an impossible explanation as well.

and i know you said that we're not talking, but

Unsent WhatsApp messages.

One Missed Call

“How’d they compare?”

Apprehension seeped back into Alexis, his hands retreating by a few centimeters. He looked genuinely confused. “What…”

Michael smirked. “Those girls. The ones you killed.”

You know what happens when you assume.

Try Again

“You’re drunk,” he murmurs, low and rough. “Will you remember this tomorrow?”

“I’m not that drunk anymore,” Ness says. Looks at Kaiser’s mouth and licks his lip. “I need you, Kaiser. My head hurts—”

OR

Kaiser’s mid-throw, a lamp clutched over his head and aimed at the darkened television, when his phone vibrates.

helpme, Ness’s text reads.

house of cards

He labelled the list with numbers and sorted it into blocks, from the easiest (don't call Kaiser anywhere) to the hardest (get along with Yoichi). And, okay, maybe he went too far here, but that's for Kaiser, right? He deserves all the best, including a good-looking list of things Ness needs to fix about himself.

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My Top 5 Cherik Fics of 2026 (Pt 1)

Helluva Hullabaloo (The Big Gay Mutant Miracle Baby Remix)

Charles probably shouldn't have put off telling Erik that he was joking about being pregnant.

The Last Love Song & Testament of Charles F. Xavier

When Erik is accused of domestic terrorism, Charles has no choice but to marry him to keep him out of jail.

The Apparent Trap

So much has changed for David recently: after spending the summer on his father’s book tour, he and Dad are closer than ever. In a special mutant program on Saturdays, he’s learning a ton about mutant history—and he even made a new friend, Wanda.

Unfortunately, Wanda’s twin brother, Pietro, seems to love tormenting him—so much that their parents are called in. David had thought his biggest worries were Pietro’s pranks and his ongoing crush on his classmate, Teddy. But none of them could have predicted what would happen when their fathers wound up in a room together...

Repeat Offenses

“Prickly bits aside—hell, for the two of them, prickly bits included—it almost felt like a date. Which is stupid on multiple fronts. Grudgingly buying your ex a meal after he grudgingly bails you out of jail is obviously not a date.”

Five times Charles bailed Erik out of jail—and one time he didn’t.

out of my league

Charles Xavier leads an extraordinary career in professional soccer until an injury leaves him with no choice but to retire into coaching. When he unexpectedly encounters his ex-husband at a national football conference, the two are forced to reconcile their differences on human-mutant coexistence—and parenting.

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My Top 3 Favorite Stanger Things Fics of 2026

Accidentally Heartbreaking

Mike Wheeler is on a mission.

Someone out there is breaking his best friend’s heart, and Mike is absolutely determined to find the girl responsible and put a stop to it.

...If only people would stop looking at him like he’s the world’s biggest idiot—and actually take him seriously—this would all be a lot easier.

Problem Solving and Accidental Matchmaking: A Guide by Dustin Henderson

“That is dumb.” She blinked. “I do not care if Will brings a boy. Will is Will. He is kind. He should be able to go with us and a boy and have fun.”

“Exactly!” Dustin snaps. “Which is why I’m asking Will to be my prom date!”

Or

Dustin Henderson has a plan.

It is a good plan.

The fact that it may cause emotional fallout, accidental matchmaking, and unforeseen consequences is not his fault

red light, yellow light, green-a-light go

IAN! @poppytuft: someone write fic where they all go to the party that night after their campaign and mike and will make out in the bathroom bc Will says I hate your hair like this. please let me fix it. and he’s running his hands through mikes hair and he goes oh. OH. don’t give a fuuuuck

IAN! @poppytuft: Dustin henderson kat stratford ten things i hate about you dancing on the kitchen table moment while mike and will are dry humping in the bathroom. Who cares anymore

IAN! @poppytuft: I'm doing it myself

(or: the party DOES go to Stacy’s party, and mike and will get so gay off that vodka)

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The Award for the Most Charming Todoroki Brotherly Bonding Fic Goes to.....

fraternal bonding for dummies

“I will now tell you gossip about my classmates.” Shouto uses the word 'gossip' like it’s the first time he’s using the word in a sentence, which may very well be true. “Shinsou is my teacher’s son.

“I don’t even know who your teacher is,” Touya says.

“That’s why I made a presentation.”

Shouto has taken it upon himself to bond with his family members and Touya is no exception.

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My Favorite Sakuatsu Fics of 2026 (Part 1)

Unconquered Terrain

Atsumu has a hickey, and it's not Kiyoomi's problem.

They've been broken up for months and they haven't had sex in weeks, so it shouldn't matter that someone who wasn't Kiyoomi left a mark on his body, right?

Right?

how to NOT fall in love with your flatmate's twin

Kiyoomi has a third epiphany: Miya is, most likely, his friend. Which means that Motoya isn’t his only friend anymore, which also means Motoya is now his best friend. Kiyoomi hates it here.

Kiyoomi and Osamu are flatmates, the student life is not rose-colored, and Atsumu shows up at the most unexpected times in the most expected places. Kiyoomi is... dealing with it.

Breaking News: Most Eligible Bachelor Who? Miya Atsumu Spotted Getting No Bitches

Atsumu just watches him, dumbfounded, mouth hanging open as Sakusa makes his way over to him. Then he watches some more, because Sakusa is falling onto his date’s seat and slamming the small bouquet in his hands on the table.

He’s here. He came.

In which Atsumu gets stood up, then scores the date he actually wanted to go on.

blame game

So maybe Atsumu swore, in front of the gods and Osamu and Sakusa and one-quarter of EJP Raijin, that he could make it a year without hooking up. Lesser men have done more. Atsumu has never stuck to a New Year's resolution in his life that wasn't related to volleyball, but he's a big boy now with grown-up convictions.

If only Sakusa wasn't making it so fucking hard to stay strong.

easy to love

Onigiri Miyas

Knock yer socks off good food by Chefs Atsumu Osamu Atsumu and Osamu Atsumu Osamu

Taking out his phone, Kiyoomi calls the only number in his contacts. Motoya picks up immediately.

“Why have you sent me to the middle of nowhere to review what appears to be the most dysfunctional restaurant in Hyogo? Oh and, by the way, I’ve only seen their sign so far,” he sighs.

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Over the Oxer and Under the Time Limit (for our first clear round)

Regina had stood on the town line and held her hand. Had pressed with aching tenderness on her pulse and promised Emma new memories and a good life.

So why was she waking up in her bed in Storybrooke with neither? Instead, all she has is a missing year, a distraught son, a town ready to tear itself apart, an empty mansion on Mifflin Street with a mysterious green barrier, and...And a grainy picture from a poorly scanned page from an equestrian magazine. A picture of a woman living halfway across the country who has a familiar face, a life free of strife, and, buried somewhere in her lost memories, all the answers.

OR

The one in which Regina finally catches a break and Emma has to take it away from her. Can she do it? Does she even have a choice?

Western/Cowgirl AU (kinda sorta - it’s complicated)

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Colluding (and definitely not canoodling) with the enemy

"You are famous.” Hajime repeated, like as if trying to understand why one plus one is three.

“I am famous.” Tooru hummed matter-of-factly. The way someone who is used to having 32,000 people watching him does.

Or,

Iwaizumi Hajime learns to cope with the side effects of dating Oikawa Tooru.

The ongoing Tokyo Olympics and Pretty-Setter Twitter Fiesta do not help at all.

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burn like stars

What could be worse than finding out your eyes glow unmistakably gold when you have sex?

Finding out in front of Prince Arthur.

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I ♡ Bucky Barnes: Bucky-Centric Fics

and our words would take us 'round the world

Bucky is two years old when he learns to talk.

before we can breathe easy

No one touches Steve.

Bucky sets out to do something about that.

5 Times Bucky Tricked Steve Into Washing His Hair +1 Time He Didn’t Have To Ask

During the worst of his recovery, Steve used to wash Bucky’s hair for him. Now, Bucky is a semi-stable hundred year old man who can bathe all by himself… but he misses Steve washing his hair for him. Asking for it? Out of the question. Lies, subterfuge, and expertly crafted machinations to manipulate Steve’s big, soapy hands right where he wants them? Much more Bucky’s style.

we leave through the fire

They called the soldier into a training room where he saw his son hanging upside down on the ceiling.

“Hi Papa!” He cheered, waving with a big smile even though the soldier never gave one back.

“Look, Soldat, your son is a miracle,” an agent cackled, yellow teeth shining in the fluorescent lights, “crawling the walls like a little spider!”

***

The soldier doesn’t remember his son’s birth or how he came to be. He doesn’t remember bedding a woman and watching her belly swell, but they said the boy was his. He does know that he will protect and teach the boy within the confines of their cell walls. Even when the handlers berate him. Even when the good guys take him away.

Metal Skin

He shrugs again. ‘It’s not on my record. Have Protestant on my dog tags in case of capture. It was what we did,’ he says, more offhand than he feels, and he’s not sure if that’s a lie or not. It was certainly what he did. But he doesn’t have it in himself to feel cowardly about it anymore. He was trying to get home to Steve. He knows he would make the same choice over and over again if he had to.

OR Bucky lies about his next of kin for his dog tags, and things kind of spiral from there

Ready to Comply

The asset's orders at the end of The Winter Soldier weren't to kill Captain America, but to capture him, so that he could be wiped and turned into another asset. The asset has succeeded in that mission, capturing its target and taking him back to the Hydra base. But the Hydra soldiers are dead, captured, or fled, so there is no one there to give the asset new orders.

Alone with its captive, the asset has no instructions on how it is meant to act. But the more time it spends with its target, the more old protocols start to assert themselves, like the protocol that when that face is hurt and bleeding, the asset is supposed to clean away the blood.

Poltergeists

When the helicarriers blow up and the Winter Soldier goes on the run, he takes Steve with him. He's got a name written in Morse code on the inside of his arm, a ton of questions he doesn't know how to ask, and now, a new handler with absolutely zero sense of self-preservation to contend with. Life is hard.

In which Bucky tries to figure out whether he's a human being, Steve does everything he can to keep from losing him again, and there are lots of explosions.

Knife Skills

The money he'd stolen from Hydra has almost run out when he finds a black piece of card stock with blocky capital letters stapled to a telephone pole:

FUNNEL NO. 9

DO YOU HAVE KNIFE SKILLS?

WE NEED YOU

And then below, there's a phone number.

Knife skills? I have knife skills, he thinks. That part is pretty self-explanatory, though he has no idea what Funnel No. 9 could mean. He doesn't really want to get back into the hitman business, but needs must, and Bucky Barnes is a practical man.