Crazed_Ear

I am BACK and I am the most ecstatic I've been in a LONG time, cause your girl just came back from watching Hazbin Hotel season 2 episode 4!!

Minor spoiler alert for those who haven't

But MY GOD, STATICRADIO FANS, WE FREAKING WON. We won SO HARD, I don't remember experiencing a win with a ship this insane since my south park days with Creek. Anyways! in celebration of this momentous occasion, I have compiled another list of voxal fanfic.

Most of---if not all of these are not rated sexually explicit, so if yall are looking for smut, this aint the list, but there are one or two that do get pretty spicy, but nothing crazy.

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Harlem Sunset Written by: Kyprish_Prophetess

Not rated

Words: 293,453 (Ongoing - Chapters 83/?)

The radio crackled on. Everywhere in Hell, every speaker fizzled with static, before a clear, cheerful voice filtered in.

"Citizens of Hell! You're being graced with a marvelous opportunity! For the next day only, simply shout your song requests into the nearest radio and we will play them! Make sure to get your choices in right away to make sure you live to hear them! After all..."

The crackling deepened, like the roaring of Hellfire and the snapping of bones.

"It isn't everyday this station takes requests."

white noise and devil's bargains Written by:  JinxyTwinxyDoo

Rated G

Words: 16,454 (Ongoing - Chapters 3/?)

The radio demon was back, and he was helping Lucifer’s daughter with her tacky hotel. Part of him simply wanted to try and film it for the profits, but part of him merely wanted to watch from the sidelines to see what happened. It was a surprise to see the fight that ensued at the hotel, and he distinctly remembered sneering at what was broadcasted. The night followed with a celebration. Tangled limbs, hushed snarls, and static. He remembered that much from what his memory bank retained. But after that, there was a puff of red smoke and then nothing.

And he woke up.

Echoes of Trust Written by: Obsessed_With_Writing

Rated M

Words: 7,492 (Ongoing - Chapters 2/4)

“You know how to pick a target.” The man commented, humming like he had found a delightful snack.

An alarm blared distantly in the back of Victor’s mind, warring him off from danger, or trying to. Like a predator turned prey, tail between his legs and hackles raised. And yet, he didn’t want to move- or maybe he was still too out of it to get himself to move.

“What?” Victor muttered unintelligently.

“Alastor,” The man answers, leaning in and shoving a hand towards Victor for a shake, “A pleasure, really, a pleasure, Mister…?”

“Vox.”

- A series of events detailing Vox and Alastor's sad and complicated journey of friendship... and maybe more.

Whatever the Reason, You Do it For Me Written by: MothballMilkshake

Rated M

Words: 10,988 (Oneshot)

Vox was good at his job. Damn good at it, which was why it was so fucking annoying that his superiors had decided he needed to take a 'mandatory wellness break'. They had their panties all in a twist just because they found out he hadn't taken a vacation day in over two years, spewing some garbage about 'occupational health and safety'.

His winning smile and knowing, 'I won't tell if you don't,' hadn't managed to convince them out of this ridiculous idea, which was how he'd found himself being dropped off by a bus – a bus, him, on a bus! – in the town centre of what might as well be called Bumfuck Nowhere.

tell me, do you know what it's like to lose yourself? Written by: thegreatpapaya666

Rated T

Words: 2,244 (Oneshot)

Vox ruins the moment and instantly regrets it.

Stuck with you Written by: PancakeStack

Rated M

Words: 39,536 (Completed - Chapters 6/6)

When Vox gets trapped inside a virtual reality that grants his every desire, Alastor is sent in after him. Forced to play the role of devoted partner, Alastor must figure out how to get them both out of the program while learning how deep Vox's obsession for him goes and how he can use it to his advantage.

some things are not meant to last Written by:  cyanidesunday

Rated T

Words: 1,592 (Oneshot)

I’m not going to replace you. I promise.” “You know I don’t trust a promise,” Alastor responds. “I know you don’t,” Vox says, heart panging. He just wants to fix whatever this is. “But I mean it,” he continues.

Vox doesn't remember. Alastor hates to.

cigarettes out the window  Written by:  cyanidesunday

Rated T

Words: 1,313 (Oneshot)

Vox didn’t give a shit about Alastor, and he still doesn’t. He went to Alastor’s old radio tower just because. He took some of Alastor’s old things so he could gloat over a victory before using them as kindling or spare parts. Not because he misses Alastor. Not because he suddenly feels like the sole survivor of a doomed civilization, left only with smoking ruins and dry monuments.

Alastor's gone, and Vox doesn't know how to file the hole where he once was. But he has Alastor's cigarettes, so there's that.

green with envy Written by: cyanidesunday

Rated T

Words: 1,584 (Oneshot)

Alastor spins her around, letting the fringed hem of her sparkling dress flare around her legs like the spreading wings of a bird. When Alastor pulls her back to him, Mimzy pushes herself flush against him and dips him slightly, teasingly in turn, just enough to earn a few whoops and whistles from the crowd. They both grin and laugh before seamlessly whirling into the next dance. Vox pretends like it doesn’t make his stomach twist.

New Years Eve, 1983. Vox goes out to a 1920s party with Alastor and Mimzy, only to grow increasingly jealous.

A Sunken Ship Sailing Written by: MallowtonMouse

Rated G

Words: 18,944 (Completed - Chapters 5/5)

Charlie Morningstar holds a fundraising raffle for the Hazbin Hotel with an extra special Grand Prize- a dazzling date with the Radio Demon! Alastor receives more than he bargained for, however, when Vox strolls into the hotel with a dastardly grin and reel of raffle tickets. It's dinner for two aboard the RMS Titanic’s unsunken corpse!

TW: Forced date, some light unwanted touches Past Tense, Third Person Objective

OK Boomer Written by: Ki_Ken_Tai_Ichi

Rated G

Words: 5,720 (Completed - Chapters 4/4)

A series of ficlets in which a couple of old geezers maneuver through a Hell that changes far too quickly. Watch as two old queers are faced with viral videos, internet challenges, new terminology, and more.

Chapter 1 - Ketchup Challenge Chapter 2 - Smash or Pass Chapter 3 - Orange Peel Challenge Chapter 4 - Gooning

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Set in an alternate universe, wherein Vox never propositioned Alastor, so Alastor never turned him down. Alastor still fucked off for seven years, but he and Vox are on better terms when he returns to Hell.

Falling Through My Mind with the Leaves on the Trees Written by: StarfallSi

Rated T

Words: 4,620 (Oneshot)

“I couldn’t forget you, Al. Not after everything we’ve been through. All those years. You knew me better than anyone. Longer than anyone up top. And I thought I knew you. Sometimes I still wonder… But I didn’t want you vanishing to be the last thing I could remember about you.” Why the fuck couldn’t he shut up? Why was all of this unloading now after years and years of keeping it bottled up, even before Alastor pulled a disappearing act?

There was a pause, and for a moment Vox thought Alastor was going to laugh at him. He was ready to snarl, ready to lash out at even a hint of a giggle…

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OR! Memories fade with time, some more than others, and when Alastor disappeared for years, Vox got tired of losing his. He might have gone a little overboard on that effort, but he was sure it would be worth it.

When Alastor came back, though, Vox decided it was time to set things straight.

Make it a Double Twist of Fate Written by: MothballMilkshake

Rated M

Words: 8,304 (Oneshot)

Alastor did not want to open his eyes – did not want to see the look of revulsion Vox must surely be wearing. He lifted his chin, slightly, nostrils flaring as he scented the air. The familiar smell of his own rooms drifted to him, wood and leather and shoe polish. Absent of the once familiar scent of rot and swampy water, for his bayou had been gone for a long time – but his, nonetheless.

Something in his mind cracked, a whine creeping from his chest as he rolled onto his side to crawl up the bed. To collapse amongst his pillows and hibernate until his wounds had healed, closing himself off from the world for as long as it took for them to forget all of this had ever happened. He would rebuild his shattered psyche – again – and emerge all the more mysterious for his disappearance.

It had worked once before, after all.

Call it however you want Written by: AniseCandy 

Rated T

Words: 1,990 (Oneshot)

It was an unspoken tradition that Vox visited Alastor every Thursday. And yet, he already skipped two weeks, excusing himself with this or that, even though he used to drop everything the moment Alastor invited him to... Anything, really. Today he probably wouldn't have shown up either, if Alastor didn't explicitly insist on his presence. Instinctively, he felt that if he allowed Vox to distance himself from him now, at this equally difficult and delicate time, he might never get him back.

Good Mood  Written by: Goofberry

Rated T

Words: 1,027 (Oneshot)

Alastor and Vox unwind after a night of drinking.

Tight-Lipped Tricks  Written by: HazbinVixen

Rated T

Words: 2,632 (Oneshot)

“What a fucking loser,” Vox gasped out between laughter. “The great and powerful radio demon silenced by a goddamn mediocre witch.”

Alastor seethed as Vox’s words struck his pride. There were few demons who had access to magic, and fewer who practiced spell casting. It had been a fluke that Alastor had bumped into one who did.

“It’s going to be so amazing not having to hear your voice.” Vox shifted closer to Alastor, unnecessarily close. “Please tell me I won’t have to listen to you for at least a year. Oh, wait. You can’t tell me.” His body quaked against Alastor as he laughed.

It would be so easy to stab Vox.

Too easy.

It would be more fun to reduce Vox to a blubbering mess.

With you right here, everything is oh so clear  Written by: ThisAlastorwasmadeforradio

Rated G

Words: 1,479 (Oneshot)

Alastor and Vox wake up and find themselves a bit tangled up in each other. They don’t wish to get out.

Types of Drunk Written by: Quoth_the_raven_Nevermore

Rated M

Words: 1,408 (Oneshot)

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Vox,” Alastor slurred, pointing an unsteady finger at his glowing screen. For a moment Vox was terrified his cathode-ray skull had betrayed him—flashing a whole vaudeville reel of everything he wanted, every filthy little way he’d force Alastor to moan his name. And then Alastor leaned in and booped his nonexistent nose, fingertip hot against the cold glass. “Here I am, drinking quite heartily all on my own,” Alastor chuckled, “and you, ever the gentleman, keeping yourself sober on my account. How gallant of you.”

or: Alastor and Vox are different types of drunk

am i still on your mind? Written by:  Shattterhearts

Rated T

Words: 5,603 (Completed - Chapters 5/5)

Vox laughs, “ Please, you wouldn’t let me take you on a date.”

Alastor pauses. He looks at Vox on the screen. “ I can’t say no to you about everything .”

“ Yes, you can. You make it look easy.”

Alastor smirks, “ Don’t tell me I’ve already broken your persistent spirit, Vox.”

“ Not yet anyway.” Vox bounces on his heels again, “ You’re getting there though.”

Gorgeous Written by: KP100

Rated T

Words: 1,316 (Oneshot)

“Vox-“

“I don’t think that’s coming out, let’s through it in the wash,” he cut him off, seeming to pay him no mind as he pulled back and unbuttoned his jacket, sliding it off and holding it out to Alastor. “Here, until it’s clean again.”

Like Fire and Rain Written by: KP100

Rated G

Words: 1,504 (Oneshot)

The couch cushions dipped beside him as he sat back down, followed by Alastor’s humming along with the music as he sipped the rest of his water down and set the empty cup atop the table. Outside Vox could spot what looked like the beginning of a sunrise, the sky suspiciously less dark and the rain clearing- they really should be getting to bed if that’s the case, he mused. Opening his mouth, a suggestion of Alastor taking the bed on the tip of his tongue, he was rendered speechless when he felt the other man rest his head against his shoulder.

In the last five years that he had been in Hell, had known Alastor, he had noticed a few things. First off, Alastor wasn’t big on touch. Only a select few in his inner circle could touch him with no consequences or reactions, and he prided himself on being one of them. How he had gotten there he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

Cheek to Cheek Written by:  KP100

Rated G

Words: 997 (Oneshot)

Stepping forward he grinned at Vox as he stepped backward in time, soon leading him into an easy dance around the small space. “Dance with me, I want my arm about you."

Test Signal Written by: Tianren

Rated T

Words: 2,721 (Oneshot)

“How about a night cap?” He said out loud, his voice filled with cheer. He opened up his bar table taking out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. “No ice so you’ll have to take it lean.”

“I have absolutely no qualms with taking my whiskey lean, old pal.” The perfectly replicated voice of Alastor called back to Vox.

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On nights where Vox feels especially lonely he enters a private room in his apartment and indulges in past memories. But this night something rather strange happens. Takes place before the events of the show.

Summer Lovin' (happened so fast) Written by: Ki_Ken_Tai_Ichi

Rated T

Words: 8,314 (Completed - Chapters 3/3)

Vox hates the beach. Thoroughly and viscerally. But then he finds someone who doesn't like the beach all that much either.

The Followed Written by: Rustycookies

Rated M

Words: 3,947 (Oneshot)

One night by the fire, Alastor revealed the truth behind his smile. Years later, Vox is still chasing it.

Altair and Vega Written by: Eskerlator

Rated G

Words: 2,247 (Oneshot)

Vox pads quietly down the corridor, pausing by the door to the outside. He frowns for a moment as he thinks he hears a splash from outside, but he glances out of the window and the pool looks empty. Dismissing it, he adjusts his dressing gown and checks his face in the mirror on the wall. There are noticeable bags under his eyes, but why wouldn't there be, at half past midnight?

He pushes the back door open, wandering silently across the patio to one of the seats.

It is then that he notices the person in his pool.

Sugarcoated Written by: Standbacklucy, TheMelancholicJovian

Rated T

Words: 2,199 (Oneshot)

Vox is being driven mad by a radio program that is invading the late night tv time block. He decides to become a heckler as well as a hater in order to ‘save’ Alastor from the creeps and perverts that are out to be entertained at those hours.

Defanged Written by:  Pink_Storm

Rated G

Words: Words: 2,231 (Oneshot)

The Radio Demon loses his memories, and Vox doesn’t destroy him like he probably should, now that he has the perfect opportunity to.

now in color [NEW!! SHINY!! HUMAN??]  Written by:  clever_name_change

Rated T

Words: 2,455 (Oneshot)

“Oh my god.”

Vox had always known Alastor was attractive; he had even partaken in the act of being attracted to him a time or two, but seeing him like this—transient incarnadine burning his newly realized color receptors back into particulate—left him all but stunned (an insect lured in by the saccharine sweetness of a sundew). Images of saints—perfect, patient frescos made impossibly more brilliant by the sun as it shone through stained glass—popped up behind his eyes as they dragged along the ruby spread of Alastor’s shoulders and chest. He had never realized how religious the angles of them could be until now.

“You ought not to say things like that, you know,” Alastor crooned, the rictus stretch of his smile even more captivating now that it had been given color. “It’s sacrilegious.”

or...

Vox sees in color for the first time and waxes poetic about how attracted he is to Alastor (per the norm).

Kiss Me Better Written by:  AislinFics (AislinCeivun)

Rated M

Words: 6,449 (Oneshot)

Alastor strategically presses his hand to Vox’s chest, fingers splaying above that madly beating heart, and he leans in—with an expression that hopefully comes across as seductive rather than desperate. “I want you,” he purrs, “to kiss me.” “I—Um. What brought this on?” “Does it matter?” “It matters to me.” Oh, out of all the times for him to be considerate! Alastor wasn’t expecting such hesitation; frankly, he thought Vox would jump at the slightest indication of permission. Why does he have to rein in his greedy, grabby little hands now? “This isn’t one of those times when I’m indulging you,” Alastor says after a pause. “You are to indulge me—without questioning what I get out of it. This is not a lead up to anything sexual, and you are not to get off. I just want you to kiss me until my lips are bruised and my jaw is sore and my tongue is numb. Can you manage that?”

Alastor is coming apart at the seams after returning from a summons from Lilith. He decides to try purging the taste of her from his mouth with that of Vox’s.

Old Frequency  Written by:  moemoesuna

Rated: T

Words: 934 (Oneshot)

“Oh, dear Vox.” Alastor laughed, delighted. “You do still care.”

“Don’t-”

“-say it?” Alastor’s smile softened into something dangerous. “But it’s true. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

Vox hated how right he was.

Sustained Written by: beneath_oblivion

Rated T

Words: 1,555 (Oneshot)

Alastor decides that Vox needs to learn how to play the piano, so he can better perform his future evil-overlord-victory songs.

GUESS WHO'S BACK? BACK AGAIN? That's right folks, your girlie just got into another fandom that has completely taken ahold of her life and is going to be all she thinks about and hyper fixates on for the next few weeks until she once again enters a state of misery before finding smth new.

To be honest, ORV is one of those fandoms that I'd actually hate to get tired of BECAUSE ITS SO GOOD and there's still so much content for me to get thru. I'm going to be fed so well. But anyways enough of the ranting, even though if I could, I would def write a whole separate blog just ranting about ORV as a whole but yall are here for the ao3 recs and as always, I'm here to serve.

Once again I'm still on the search for more and I aim for quality, not quantity (Kind of) ALSO, I love Canon-divergence fics, so if any of you have recs, PLEASE TELL ME. ahem thank you.

Rendezvous Written by: WindsOfTime

Rated: T

Words: 39,658 (Complete - Chapters 6/6)

Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja's communication skills leave a lot to be desired, but as millennials, you'd think they'd at least remember to check their messages.

Or: a look at what canon could have been if Midday Tryst had been used more often.

Retrouvailles Written by: WindsOfTime

Rated: T

Words: 67,592 (Complete - Chapters 10/10)

Retrouvaille (French noun): 1. Reunion 2. (By extension) Retrouvailles: re-establishment of an interrupted relationship; reconciliation.

Thanks to more frequent uses of Midday Tryst during the early scenarios, Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja have grown closer. But fate was not so easily avoided.

Left alone in the wreckage of the Dark Castle, Yoo Joonghyuk must follow the trail back to his lost companion.

can't keep my hands to myself

Written by: LethalBookshelves

Rated: T

A collection of 3 different works all one-shots. All of them are super cute and entertaining to read. The three works are a continuation of each other, but you can totally read it as separate one-shots. Words in total: 12,497 Taking Action to Contain a Hopeless Squid

Written by: gayboy_advance

Rated: G Words: 1,235 (One-shot)

It started out innocent—just some minor actions to ensure the slippery man’s safety. Yoo Joonghyuk made sure to check on Kim Dokja every time before going to bed, specifically when the other was already sleeping soundly. He figured it would be less explaining if caught, as well as less likely that the man would up and leave once he had actually taken the time to fall asleep. Unfortunate or not, it was not enough to settle his worries as time progressed.

Or: Yoo Joonghyuk is anxious about Kim Dokja wandering off and accidentally killing himself at night. His solution? Sleep in Kim Dokja's bed.

unbroken faith

Written by: xinrin Rated: G Words: 1,159 (One-shot)

Not even the pain of regressing could rival the stagnation that comes with indefinite waiting. Yoo Joonghyuk lives as if his life is on pause, yet despite his resignation, he does not let go of his faith in the absurd, even as his weary grip begins to cramp and seize with the burden of time.

Kim Dokja dies again, and Yoo Joonghyuk only has one coping mechanism.

kiss me tender, kiss me sweet Written by: fusionboltstrike

Rated: G

Words: 1,011 (One-shot)

“I thought you wanted me to let go,” Jonghyuk murmurs, in between kisses. Kim Dokja lets out a dry chuckle.

“And you’d listen to me?” He turns his head to hide his face in the crook of Jonghyuk’s neck, his eyes falling shut.

“I suppose not.”

A Face He Can't Remember

Written by: ebon_iris

Rated: T

Words: 5,753 (One-shot) When Yoo Joonghyuk first hears Kim Dokja being called the "Ugliest King", it barely registers—just another ridiculous title in a world full of them. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t. And yet, later, when he tries to picture Kim Dokja’s face, he realises he can’t. The details slip through his grasp, frustratingly vague. It irritates him, but he dismisses it.

[JoongDok Compilation #51 (1 Hour Special)] by UriUri9158

Written by: MioChiin Rated: T

Words: 4,159 (One-shot)

[DKOS_9158]: Go back to the room at the end of the corridor, you probably missed the item there.  [DKOS_9158]: Why did you even kill every monster? The drops are bad and they barely give exp anyway.  [DKOS_9158]: Don't just skip through the notes, they contain important lore.  [DKOS_9158]: Stop ignoring me, you stupid Sunfish.  “Shut up or I will ban you.” [DKOS_9158]: If you want to be stuck for another hour, be my guest.

Kim Dokja never fails to leave his unnecessary comments during Yoo Joonghyuk's streams. Yoo Joonghyuk is only mildly annoyed.

At least the chat loves him.

Where You Go, I Go (and None Shall Come Between Us)

Written by: Anonymous

Rated: G Words: 3,781 (One-shot)

It was a Universal known fact—everyone has a soulmate, the connection always romantic.

So why was it then, that Kim Dokja was born with no marks on his skin?

Or,

ORV but gayer and everyone has a soulmate. Except Kim Dokja. Somehow.

We Are Not Dating

Written by: ebon_iris

Rated: T

Words: 10,559 (Ongoing- Chapters 7/13)

Yoo Joonghyuk is not dating Kim Dokja.

Sure, they spend most of their free time together. Sure, Kim Dokja has a habit of stealing his food, adjusting his scarf, and lingering in his space like he belongs there. Sure, their friends keep exchanging looks whenever they interact.

But they are not dating.

a hundred longings fill my soul, a thousand yearnings throng my heart

Written by: aynchent

Rated: T

Words: 31,654 (Complete - Chapters 6/6)

Kim Dokja likes Yoo Joonghyuk. Yoo Joonghyuk likes someone else. This is okay.

(It's not.)

Donut Hole

Written by: NurikoEsuki

Rated: T

Words: 64,845 (Ongoing - Chapters 15/?)

Kim Daeyoon and Yoo Jaehyun of the highly (in)famous webnovel, ‘SSSSS-grade Regressor,’ are supposed to hate each other. After all, one is the OP, Gary Stu, male fantasy-coded cold-blooded protagonist with so many cool moments; while the other is just the much less developed, typical isekai viewpoint character.

Yet, due to (unintentional?) chemistry from their actors Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk, the duo gains an unexpected shippers following.

Professor Kim's Wife 

Written By: threecrossings

Rated: T

Words: 20,280 (Ongoing - Chapters 8/?)

Exploring the effect of Professor Kim's Wife on the minds of impressionable undergraduates: A longitudinal case study

ways to confess to your crush

Written by: tls123

Rated: G

Words: 7,961 (One-shot)

"You know," she drawled, "That guy in the story is the kind of lead Kim Dokja likes."

a guide to wooing kim dokja: written by han sooyoung, for yoo joonghyuk.

drowning sun & crashing waves

Written by: heartsent

Rated: T

Words: 7,846 (One-shot)

I missed you so much and it hurt because you were still someone I could reach with my hands and yet you felt so far away.

Kim Dokja tries to find acceptance years after his fall out with Yoo Joonghyuk. He does it in the way he knows best: writing.

I don't usually write a review or my own thoughts in a fic list, but holy crap this one is angstyyyy. It's not necessarily intense, but Kim Dokja's perspective and experience with love hit so close to home. Beautifully written and just so personal it will dig into your soul. Just putting this out there since I know a lot of people don't necessarily enjoy reading angst, especially ones that have a sad or bittersweet ending. This note is for you all! ;P

Help! I’ve Been Reincarnated Into the Body of The Cold-Hearted Tyrannical Emperor’s Best Friend!

Written by: skellypat

Rated: T

Words: 9,004 (Ongoing - Chapters 3/?)

Following his being hit by Truck-Kun, Kim Dokja reincarnates into the body of Lord Kim, the childhood best friend to the ML in the trash webnovel: ‘Help! The Cold-Hearted Tyrannical Emperor Likes Me!’.

According to the story, Lord Kim kills himself the day of the Imperial Coronation, which causes his friend, the Crown Prince Yoo (the titular cold-hearted tyrannical emperor) to become (you guessed it!) a cold-hearted tyrannical emperor once he’s crowned.

Not wanting to die after just being give a second chance at life, Kim Dokja decides to forgo the suicide plot line and attends his friend’s coronation safe and sane, hoping that everything will be fine.

The plot doesn’t really appreciate the change. Neither does Crown Prince Yoo, for a different reason.

and as the ship went down, you never looked finer

Written by: tlsonetwothree

Rated: T

Words: 11,496 (Completed - Chapters 6/6)

“Don’t say God is so far away, try to stay.”

When Kim Dokja wakes, he wishes he hadn’t. Selfishly, he wants to go back to dreaming. To see that epilogue he had worked so hard for.

Selfishly, Yoo Joonghyuk tries to give him a reason to stay— as battered and broken he, himself, is.

They make it work, as, now, older men do. They kiss, hold, and cry— as, then, they wished they could do.

No one leaves the house by the waves.

(Kitchen conversations, and middle aged men pining.)

space away from you

Written by: IcedTeaVamp

Rated: Not rated (But I would say G)

Words: 2,829 (One-shot)

Yoo Joonghyuk goes to space to look for his (not) boyfriend in order to ask what he should do in life besides terrorism. He finds him and it doesn't turn out how he expected.

love, an afterthought

Written by: honey_rot

Rated: T

Words: 83,168 (Ongoing - Chapters 8/9)

Kim Dokja could not see Yoo Joonghyuk from where he was standing behind the screen, but the disinterest was clear in the tone of the latter as he spit out, "He is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me." Not bothering to remain there and possibly listen to them insult his looks further, Kim Dokja strided away, cooling his expression down to a neutral one. He did not betray the slightest hint of what he had heard.

He joked about it a week later in his letter to a friend, and willed himself to forget thinking too much about it.

Therefore, it was only natural that Kim Dokja was stunned to silence when he got called pretty by Yoo Joonghyuk, the same man, a year later.

Unbeknownst to him, however, that was little compared to the rest that was to come.

Alternatively: a joongdok pride and prejudice inspired au

This one is super unique and the author's writing style reflects that. As someone who loves anything Pride and Prejudice, including the original novel AND the 2005 remake of it (who doesn't?) this was a nice treat to read and immerse yourself in. Going back to the writing style, I don't know if this is the author's common style, but you can really tell they were really trying to go for that old, classic, witty, and refined tone reminiscent of Jane Austen’s work. I personally think they did quite a good job.

endings i don't want you to know

Written by: Anonymous

Rated: G

Words: 4,296 (One-shot)

"I want to send you back," the boy said, not meeting the kkoma's eye, "Before that Kim Dokja crossed the Wall."

a happy ending for kim dokja and yoo joonghyuk of the 999th turn.

Certified HR nightmare

Written by: frootyinfarc

Rated: T

Words: 63,370 (Ongoing - Chapters 11/?)

"I'm Kim Dokja, the new assistant." "I was told you'd be a fresh new face for the company. I suppose they meant this kind of fresh." Ah. How could he forget? The sole reason as to why the novel had such mixed reception in the first place was contained within all 1.84 metres of the devil standing before him. President Yoo.

Kim Dokja picks up Love on the Clock, the newest romance venture from award-winning author, Han Sooyoung. He promptly dies in a freak accident, and wakes up in said novel — not as the female lead, but as the tired assistant of the cruel male lead, Yoo Joonghyuk.

I just finished reading the most recent chapter of the Sakamoto days manga, and Oh my god--I stand by this so confidently--literally the most hype manga I've read this year. Sure, okay maybe that statement doesn't hold a lot of weight right now, since the year just started, but let me tell you, this manga has gone up so high in my list and is legit sitting at top 5. It has become one of my favorite and most anticipated manga's of all time.

I started reading it immediately after the release of the first episode. In my opinion, the animation is decent. It isn't noteworthy, but it's also not bad. I just hope they do the insane fight scenes and choreographies justice, because that is the main source of HYPE for Sakamoto days. From what I've seen so far though, there is potential and I do have hope that it will only get better from here. (Please don't make me regret this statement.. T v T) .

TMS entertainment is the animation studio that is working on Sakamoto days, and although their studio is not particularly known for creating anime with jaw breaking animation like Mappa, ufotable or hell kyoto animation (but like, they're more known for their slice of life and visually stunning works.... it's still relevant to my point!)

They produced some of my favorite animes like Doctor stone and fruits basket. They're reliable and that's enough for me!! Anyways yeh, just wanted to rant a bit. I feel like I've been treating Tumblr like twitter lately, but tbh, I prefer posting my thoughts here than in twitter, it feels safer and more cozy yknow?

Am I the only one who loves reading and is currently looking for fanfic where its just how life was before the whole incident. Like sure the whole of act 1 of the first season of Arcane was basically a flashback, and does give that, but its just not enough for me!

Like I wanna see more more baby Powder and Ekko having fun, bonding, doing mischievous things etc.

as well as wholesome snippets between characters. More dad Vander, sibling bonding and not only between Vi and Powder, I want Mylo and Claggor too, bcs I feel like ppl sometimes forget that they were also their brothers, blood related or not.

And omg am I the only one who specifically wants to see more Claggor and Powder? I feel like he'd be such a soft older brother for her....

Omg! Look who's back after months of inactiveness on tumblr? Honestly I feel like I'm only coming back here after I find smth new to obsess over and need to satiate my cravings for content. It happened with staticradio, and now... TIMEBOMB??

I know I am not the only one who's mind have been taken over by this particular ship after the finale of Arcane season 2. It's one of those ships where its basically canon, but just the confirmation isn't enough to satisfy our hearts without the content along with it.

There is SO many fanarts out already (I am not complaining one bit) and although the Jinx x ekko tag has been growing exponentially on ao3, I haven't seen a lot of recent fanfic recommendation posts yet and I want to change that.

As always, please feel free to recommend me any other fanfic that you think can be added to the list! I want this list to be fully open to those who want to contribute.

To all the times I've dreamt of you

Written by: timebomblover (sibzzz)

Rated T

Words: 1,713 (Oneshot)

In the aftermath of tragedy, Ekko is left haunted by the memory of Jinx—his lost love, his greatest regret, and his deepest mystery. As grief consumes him, the signs begin to appear—whispers in the shadows, echoes in forgotten places, and fragments of a past he refuses to let go of. Could she still be alive? Or is his mind unraveling beneath the weight of what he’s lost? In a journey through pain, obsession, and hope, Ekko searches for the truth, ready to do anything to find out if his lover is truly out there somewhere.

Sunbeams

Written by: Multimousefanatic

Rated T

Words: 5,969 (Complete - Chapters 2/2)

If there had been any doubt in her mind before he said those words, it disappeared faster than Sevika’s arm. “Is that what all this is about? You want to forgive me?”

Like It's the Last Time

Written by: Zeezeepearl

Rated T

Words: 3,727 (Oneshot)

Jinx returns to Zaun, seeking Ekko's help. She has unfinished business, and he has very little time.

Got All Of Your Insides?

Written by: Lunar_Angel

Rated T

Words: 5,597 (Ongoing - Chapters 2/3)

Powder, Vi and Ekko have their last proper conversation. Powder and Ekko finally come clean about some long pent up feelings.

Hold me right here

Written by: kimekosu

Rated T

Words: 6,271 (Oneshot)

Ekko coped with her death by forcing himself to dream of his memories of her. Some were painful, while some reminded him of why he fell for her in the first place.

Then unexpectedly, the Anomaly popped into one of his dreams, offering him a chance to teleport himself right into a memory, where he could possibly alter her fate.

The Heart of Zaun

Written by: 1ts_Br1tney_B1tch

Not rated

Words: 25,286 (Ongoing - Chapters 6/?)

Silco felt wrath, pride, and respect battle within him as he witnessed the small band of Firelights—only 5 members strong, and not much older than children judging by their size—decimate his men and destroy yet another shipment of shimmer. Thousands of gold cogs wasted, money that would have been used to build his empire until it could stand against Piltover's council, and yet as he watched the green streaks through the sky, he couldn't help but think these Firelights were Zaunite to their core. These young rebels embodied the spirit of Zaun almost as much as his own daughter, Jinx.

He glanced down at her now, only to pause at the still expression on her face. Her gaze tracked one of the masked figures unerringly—the leader, if Silco was reading their dynamics right—eyes just a bit too wide, and her fingers twitched by her side. He'd seen her get like this before, when she was confronted with her past.

She knows him.

An idea begins to take shape in Silco's mind.

Or: Silco wants to recruit the Firelights. Too bad they hate his guts.

Genius and Madness

Written by: Malbec

Rated T

Words: 6,266 (Ongoing - Chapters 5/?)

Once Ekko comes back from the alternate universe, he meets Jinx again, only to find her in the verge of suicide. How can he convince her to keep living and stay to create a new life? What did Jinx and Ekko do next?

Taking a leap forward (means leaving a few things behind)

Written by: thefifthchris

Rated T

Words: 12,491 (Ongoing - Chapters 5/9)

Time slows. Four seconds. Ekko shouts. Something is wrong. There’s no time to think. Heimerdinger jumps out of the singularity, and, in his place–

Powder takes the leap.

In another timeline, Piltover tries to rebuild. No Hexgate, no fancy Hextech, nothing. Vi is familiar with this: raw labor, strength as its own language, sweat dripping between her shoulder blades. No, she thinks. There is no time to mourn.

A tale of two sisters. Even worlds apart, they'll still always find each other.

Powder & Ekko (& Timebomb) Collections

Written by: Rhyagelle

Not rated

Words: 158,197 (Ongoing - Chapters 48/?)

This is a collection of various Powder and Ekko themed flashbacks/stories, ranging from one-shots to multi-parts or full part chapters. There will be chapters dealing with just one of them or the other, as well as any kind of Timebomb content (meaning, chapters with both of them, together). It's to dig into the very adorable and dorky friendship the two very clearly possessed, as well as what might have been like for them during their childhood, before everything turned to shit. And yes, if it's not clear, there will be Ekko x Powder! It's just not the ONLY focus (but it is in my heart <3).

(I didn't find this fanfic myself and I actually got it from @lady-griffin's Timebomb recommendation post from 2 years ago. This was just one of my favs from their list I just had to include it in a more recent post so more people can see it. Please go check out her own list)

The Risk of Fall

Written by: Sapphic_Jezus

Rated T

Words: 9,891 (Ongoing - Chapters 2/?)

“Vi.” Mylo or Claggor—it doesn’t matter who—speaks up, and Vi turns to them, her panic spilling into the room.

“We can’t just leave her,” Claggor says evenly, his voice steady as a rock. He meets her eyes, unflinching. “She’s not safe here either. If they come for her…”

Or; What if they didn't just leave Ekko and Powder behind?

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I know, I know, It's very short, dont come for me. I'm tryna focus on quality more than quantity yall, gimme time to load up my arsenal!