In a rare move of predictive philanthropy, here is a rec for a fic I am not even half way through yet.
J/R action romcon whump with notethrowing and crisp dialogue with dark humour...
"Besides, this is just about the least sexy situation I've ever been in." Off John's squint, he added hurriedly, "It's not you! Okay, well, it is you, but it's also me. We're disgusting. We haven't brushed our teeth in, by my count, over a week. You are, as aforementioned, disease-ridden. We're both covered in swamp guck, you're covered in blood, your face is all thin and pale except for the places where it's swollen up with bruises..."
"Were you going somewhere with this?" John asked irritably.
"...You smell like a yak... Your hair is flat..."
"You know, you didn't have to kiss me," John pointed out, annoyed.
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