#Mad Men fanfiction

[demonstenes]

The full story in the link above ⬆️

I'm oficially a day behind, yay...

But to be fair I have a good reason for that, okay? I went mad and instead of a single chapter I wrote 3 (sadly there's only one comic sketch). The 3 new chapters are already posted.

Day 5: Arranged Marriage @morpherine-events

[mollywog]

When the Stars Align

RegencyLark Part 1 | RegencyLark Part 2 | RegencyLark Part 3

She needs to find a husband. She came to the conclusion within an hour of Peeta’s return.

After she’d seen him, she’d wandered the streets aimlessly, unable to return to his home, for that’s what it was; his. She’s been living on Peeta’s charity these last two years, though that’s not entirely true. She’s been managing the estate in his absence which must count for something.

She’d only come to town this year for Primrose’s debut season, but now she’s glad of it. She’ll need to begin her search immediately, so she changes direction towards the Odair house to speak to Finnick on the matter.

~~~

As a child Katniss had assumed her life would always be an endless string of golden days; Her parents were hopelessly in love and she had the most perfect companion in her sweet little sister. Though they weren’t rich they lived comfortably and most importantly, they were happy. But then at eleven her father had died and she’d watched her mother die a slow and agonizing death from a broken heart. Their modest house was entailed to a distant cousin who was only fourteen himself with a mother and three siblings to support as well and Katniss’s days had faded to a dull gray hue while the Everdeen sisters had mourned their parents and struggled to adjust to their new lives.

Then her God-father, Lord Abernathy, had discovered their situation and invited them to live on his estate as his wards, and while their days had brightened to a rosier glow, Katniss could never forget the hollow look in her mother’s eyes in the weeks after her father’s death as she slipped away from them. Katniss would not allow that to happen to her. She knew she must marry one day, but she swore to herself that she’d never fall in love.

Luckily, she was friends with Finnick Odair; a staple of fashionable society and as such a collector of confidences. When she’d told him of her resolve, he’d been determined to assist her; To not love a husband was one thing, but to not respect him another.

An Earl was much more than the unexceptional daughter of an unknown gentleman could have expected, but they both had trusted Finnick’s judgment in the matter. He’d introduced them at a ball and though many found Graham Mellark’s reserve off-putting, she’d seen the practicality in the man who spoke directly to the purpose or not at all.

He’d called at Abernathy place the next morning where they’d shared tea in companionable silence and within the month they were married.

The first few weeks of their marriage, however, had been painfully awkward. Katniss might have begun to second guess her decision, had it not been for her new brother-in-law. Peeta began visiting frequently and seemed to always know just what to say to lighten the mood and put them both at ease. She realized she had never heard her husband’s laugh before his brother had visited. It had been Peeta who had given her hope that her marriage wasn’t a mistake, but beyond that, she’d enjoyed his company on its own merits. It wasn’t long before she had considered him among her closest acquaintances.

But then Graham had died and despite her careful planning and arranging she’d crumbled, because in the end, she had loved him in her own way. It wasn’t a desperate, wild, romantic love like her parents, but one born of familiarity, friendship, and mutual support.

Worse still, along the way she’d lost Peeta as well and although he’s returned in body, she will not allow herself to believe that they can ever be as they once were.

~~~

“I’m in need of a husband,” she announces as soon as the drawing room doors close behind her.

Finnick doesn’t seem surprised, appraising her over his cup of tea before speaking, “This is sudden.”

“Peeta- eh. The Earl of Bakerston has returned home.”

He nods his head, “then this seems an easy solution. You already hold the title, already live on the property and know the estate, you are both unattached, and last I saw, you are both mad for one another.”

She jerks back at his declaration, before she begins shaking her head, the force making her dizzy. “No. No, no, you are mistaken, we are friends… or we were friends… but that was long ago. I have not had a single word from him in two years!” She begins pacing the room and the words begin tumbling out, “oh Finnick, I don’t know what to do. He just… left. I know he had every right to do it. But oh, how I needed him. No, I am certain that he hates me. He would not have gone otherwise. Yes, he was mourning his brother, but so was I! Would it not have been natural for us to find solace in one another?”

“Only too natural and likely why he felt he must put distance between you two.”

Even in her grief she’d known how improper it was for her to ask Peeta to hold her as she’d fallen asleep. She’d asked too much of him. She was not his responsibility and making herself so had driven him away. She hazards a glance in Finnick’s direction to see if he knows the truth of it, but he’s wearing an impassive expression. She shakes her head before continuing, “And now he’s come back, to claim his dues, find his own countess and sire an heir. I have no legal right to any of it. I am at his whim, he could toss me out at a moment's notice. There’s no room for me in Bakerston any longer. Nor at Abernathy house.”

“He has told you this?”

“No, his arrival took me by surprise. I have yet to speak to him.” Oh, she was a coward.

“Ah, yes. That sounds correct.” She scowls at her friend but he waves a dismissive hand, “Sit down, lest you wear a hole in the rug.”

She sinks down on the sofa, “so will you help me?”

“Katniss, I am still not convinced my assistance is necessary. You really should speak to him. Unless you plan to uproot to Abernathy house in the interim, you’ll be sharing a home.”

She makes a distressed noise in the back of her throat. Surely he would take the Earl’s room right beside her own. The idea of sharing a wall feels… intimate. The act of an Earl and his Countess, not a man and his dowager burden. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. Perhaps she could have her things moved down the hall?

“Katniss, I know your reasons for seeking an uncomplicated match the first time, but now that you’ve weathered the worst and come out the other side, would it not be better to take your time and marry for affection? You will not need my help for that.”

She rubs her temples. She was relying on his continued understanding on this front. She wonders when he’s become such a romantic.

He sighs , “well if you are determined, I will only ask that you speak to Peeta before I lend my services.”

It seems a fair enough price, she’ll have to speak to him sooner or later anyways, so she nods, “consider it done, but ready your recommendations, for I am certain I’ll be in need a husband before the season is through.”

[aishiteruhayama]

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[n4rval]

yall need to put a little more mad in your geniuses. for my sake

[starrycornelius]

Please support my first chapter for my Hannigram fanfic! (It took me a few days to write so expect the next chapter in around 3 days!)

[bidonicart]

What if I told you... I wrote a Metal Gear/Mad Men crossover that I started almost as a joke/thought experiment but turned into a Real Fic because the two canons slot together surprisingly well?

These Abominable Fancies - Chapter 1

“If I can sell peace, I can also sell war. And you need me more than I need you, because you cannot do what you do without money.” Sometimes you need to outsource certain business activities to the most qualified professional you can think of. This is the story of how MSF got its snazzy branding and of the most unlikely place Don Draper’s wanderlust has taken him to.

[crowbarsolo]

Replacement Parts

Title: Replacement Parts

Fandom: One Piece

Rating: T

Content warnings: loss of a pet, self-surgery

Characters: Franky, Queen the Plague (Saien), Caesar, Judge, Sanji, Strawhat Pirates

Ship: none (platonic Franky and Queen)

Prompt used : Reopening an Old Wound

Summary: A glimpse of Franky's childhood with the mad scientist he once called his father; what he took from Queen and what he left behind.

Excerpt:

Franky had a dog called Test Subject. Caesar had purchased the dog to use in one of his experiments but, as was often the case, he’d gotten attached to her, putting off her vivisection, day after day, until it had become something of an inside joke. “Gotta fatten you up for the big day,” Saien would say as he fed her scraps at mealtimes. “A lady always knows how to dress for special occasions,” Judge would say as he tied ribbons around her neck.

“I don’t get why they can’t just provide us with human test subjects,” Caesar complained. “It’s not like there’s a shortage of people.”

The dog, who’d been called “the Test Subject” so often by the scientists that she’d stopped responding to any other name, wasn’t a pet in the proper sense of the word. She slept under furniture and ate whatever she could charm or steal from people’s plates and disappeared for hours and sometimes even days whenever the Laboratory for Peace docked, although she’d always come back right in the nick of time as they prepared to leave. Test Subject had already been old when she’d been adopted, and one day Franky found her lying still on her side with her mouth gaping wide open and her skin grown cold.

Franky bawled for two days straight. No amount of cola, magic tricks or firecrackers could comfort him. Vegapunk, on the edge of a scientific breakthrough, had locked himself in his lab and remained blissfully oblivious, but Caesar and Judge were on the edge of a nervous breakdown. “I swear to God, Saien, I’ll throw this punk overboard if you don’t shut him up.”

“Half-tempted to do it myself,” Franky’s father muttered. “Alright, kid. Come and give me a hand.” With these words, he’d invited Franky for the first time into his sanctuary. 

Saien’s laboratory, like his room, was overrun with an exuberant chaos. The walls were stained with soot and diesel. A submarine shaped like a plesiosaurus sat in one corner next to a life-sized robotic T-Rex. Discarded appliances and unfinished devices colonized every empty space on the counters and the floor, aside from the chemistry station, which was pristine. Saien ran his arm across a table, knocking over dozens of tubes and gears, and dumped the old toaster he was holding in the empty space he’d created. “There’s a toolbox underneath the hand-washing station. Go grab it for me.”

Franky obeyed. His father selected a pair of pliers from the box and used them to pry open the toaster’s cord, exposing its coloured metallic entrails. “All man-made things carry within them an irresistible urge to explode,” he said as he worked. “Everything, from the lowly toaster to the majestic bazooka, will blow up in the most spectacular way possible as soon as it’s given the chance. It’s our job as inventors to delay the explosion for as long as we can. Or harness it for our own purposes, as the case may be! Speaking of toasters, we’re gonna give this one a Viking funeral. Put on your goggles, kid.”

He flicked a switch. The toaster came to life with a shudder and hopped up and down on its feet, as if it had an urgent message to share. Then, with an increasingly shrill whistle that culminated into a screech, it exploded. Springs, coils, panels and grids struck the walls of the laboratory like missiles. When the smoke had cleared, Franky looked down at his hands, which were covered with soot, and realized that he was no longer crying.

“It’s the way of all things, whether born or made,” his father said. “We all carry in us the seeds of our own destruction. You all done now? Go look around the lab, see if you can find any pieces that survived the impact. We’re gonna use ‘em to make a cannon.”

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Come Alive

Author: delires

Rating: M

Status: Completed in September 2022

Word Count: 34,204

Summary: Newly-wed junior advertising exec Blaine Anderson finds a missing piece to his puzzle in the back room of a Manhattan bar. Mad Men era AU.

Tropes/Genre: historical!Klaine, AU, prostitute!Kurt, Mad Men AU, romance, 1960s

Lynne's review: Excellent. So well written. The imagery of the period is spot on. A wonderful read.

Read at: AO3

[ladyartforone]

Help me get away from myself - Chapter 1 - LadyArt - Ben 10 Series [Archive of Our Own]

AYOOI new fic just dropped (can you tell I have a problem?) It contains heavy themes sooo read at your own risk. And it's cute as fuck and sexy so I-

Anyway it's mad ben x nega ben

[alexcat45]

The Man nWho Wasn't There

Title: The Man Who Wasn't There Fandom and Pairing(s): Mad Men Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 245 Summary: Don is a lot of people... or is he?

[foreign-bodies]

Mad Men; Jared Harris & Christina Hendricks

[aftermadmen]

Megan Calvet, formerly Draper, meets Brooks Hargrove shortly after coming back to New York. Hargrove, at the time, was in the middle of his divorce with Roger’s daughter, Margaret, who up and left her family to live in a hippie commune.

Only a couple of years fresh off her marriage with Don, Megan and Brooks initially bond over the parallels in their respective divorces. Megan finds Brooks’ stability attractive and a breath of fresh air after the bad crowd she left behind in LA. Brooks, in turn, loves how attentive she is to his son, Ellery.

Their friendship soon turns romantic, with her now stepfather Roger giving his blessing in spite of (or perhaps because of) the circumstances.

Megan and Brooks married shortly after the highly publicized custody battle was resolved, with Ellery being legally adopted by Megan. The couple would go on to have three beautiful daughters, and are married to this day.

Megan is famously tight-lipped about her first husband, even after his death. Though she has stayed on good terms with her former stepdaughter, Sally.

“He was a troubled man, and I wasn’t part of the last thirty years of his life.”

[mads-weasley]

Legacy Pt. 9: Monsters

tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

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A/N: Two updates within a week? I'm on a ROLL! I am officially done with school, so I can have a lot more time to write! I look forward to finishing this series! I do not own any characters except (y/n)!

Summary: Walker's unexpected arrival during the fight with the Flag Smashers leaves a lasting impression that will forever taint the legacy of Captain America.

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST, not much comfort, but a little... I'm sorry? I think?

Karli crossed a line when she decided to threaten Sarah and the boys, and Sam was fuming as the trio suited up. As (y/n) was getting dressed, Sharon knocked on the door.

"Coming," she announced, zipping up her suit. The woman was surprised to see Sharon's smiling face.

"Sharon, hi. What's up?"

She slid through the open door carrying a vest in her hand. "So, I know you got banged up last time you guys fought the Flag Smashers, so here's one of my spare Kevlar vests."

(Y/n) shook her head. "I'll be fine, Sharon. But thank you."

Not taking no for an answer, she held out the vest to the (y/h/c). "Please take it."

"Fine," she sighed, and as Sharon began to walk away, (y/n) called out to her. "Thanks for everything. Really."

With a nod, she left (y/n) to finish getting ready.

The trio booked it to the location Sarah had given Sam, and his anger radiated off him in waves. Turning the corner into a large courtyard, Sam yelled for the girl.

"Karli!"

Within a few seconds, she appeared, leaning over the second-floor railing. As they were hurrying up the steps, Bucky grabbed (y/n)'s uninjured hand gently.

"Be careful, alright? We know how dangerous they can be."

Glancing at Karli ahead of them, she sighed, holding up her casted hand. "How can I forget?"

He sent her a glare. "I'm serious. Last time they put you in the hospital, doll. I won't let it happen again."

"I know," (y/n) whispered, squeezing his hand with a smile. "Sharon gave me the vest, but I think you were really the mastermind behind that ordeal."

He raised his eyebrows incredulously, faking hurt. "What? Me? Care about my girlfriend? I could never."

(y/n) shook her head silently, squeezing his hand again. "I love you."

Bucky returned the small smile. "I love you, too."

The couple stood behind Sam as he approached Karli.

"You called my sister? That's how we're gonna play this?"

"Sam," she began. "I would never hurt her. I wanted to understand you better."

Glancing over Sam's shoulder at (y/n) and Bucky, she stood up off the railing she'd been leaning against.

"I see you, um, didn't come alone."

Sensing the tension, Bucky stepped slightly in front of (y/n), blocking the girl's view of her.

"We have to end this now," Sam demanded, but she didn't bat an eye.

"I don't want to hurt you. You're just a tool in the regimes I'm looking to destroy."

Slightly zoning out of the conversation, (y/n) glanced around the courtyard, looking for any signs of it being a trap. After a few seconds, Sam turned to them quickly, breaking (y/n) from her trance.

"It's Walker."

In a split second, Bucky jumped down to the first floor but was slammed mid-air by Karli, leaving him groaning on the floor. (y/n) yelled for him while Sam flew down, fighting the girl while Bucky recovered. By the time (y/n) made it down the stairs, Karli was on the ground and Bucky had finally made his way to his feet.

Sam was out of breath as he gestured towards the door. "Go! I'll send you the location."

The couple sprinted out the door, and Bucky easily more than doubles her speed. As she moved, she could feel the vest constricting her movements, and (y/n)growled under her breath. She hated wearing body armor.

"I'll meet you there, Buck!" She yelled, taking a back alley as a shortcut. Weaving through the buildings to the warehouse, (y/n) froze as a blonde woman appeared in front of her. In her hand, she held a flag smasher mask. Recognition flashed in the woman's eyes and she took off around the corner.

Hot on her heels, (y/n) sprinted after her for a minute until she turned and ran into an alleyway. As she went to follow the woman, (y/n) barely missed a well-aimed swing for her face by ducking quickly. The avenger knew she couldn't beat a super-soldier in brute strength, so she reached down at her waist for the shock batons Sharon had given her.

They crackled to life as (y/n) swung at the blonde. Quickly dodging the hit, the girl tried to sweep (y/n) off her feet, but she was already one step ahead, jumping out of reach. Luckily for (y/n), something caught the woman's attention in the main street behind her. Taking advantage of the distraction, (y/n) slammed the baton into her shin, bringing her to one knee. With one swing, she was out cold.

Glancing behind her, (y/n) saw someone dash past the opening of the alleyway. Confused, she ran to the entrance, only to see multiple people running as well. Cursing to herself, she took off in the direction they came from.

Within a minute, she came upon a scene she could only describe as horrific. John Walker had a flag smasher pinned under his knee, screaming at him. He then raised the shield, Steve's shield, above his head, aiming for the man below him.

"John!" She yelled, running towards him. "Stop! You don't want to do thi-"

She was cut off when he turned suddenly and slammed the shield into her chest, sending her flying through the air. She landed on the hard stone floor, gasping for breath as she lay on her back, unable to move.

Bucky and Sam ran onto the scene moments later, and Bucky's heart dropped at the sight of her on the ground and the pained gasps that escaped her lips.

"(Y/n)!" The soldier cried, dropping to his knees next to her. "You're okay! You're okay! Breath for me, doll."

With wide eyes, she continued to open her mouth, but she couldn't draw in any air. Her hands flew to her chest in panic. Bucky looked up at Sam with desperate eyes.

"Sam! I don't know what to do!"

He ran to their side. Luckily he knew what to do.

"Get this vest and suit off her," Sam ordered. "It's too tight. Then sit her up and calm her down!"

Even though he was freaking out just as much as Bucky, he knew he had to keep his cool for his friend's sake. He'd never seen him so frantic.

Instantly, Bucky reached and ripped off the vest and unzipped the suit, revealing her white tank top underneath. He peeled the rest of the bodysuit off her sweaty body torso as Sam sat her up against his chest. They knew she needed to get air fast or she would pass out.

"(Y/n/n). You're okay. Breathe. You can do it. Breathe with me."

He inhaled once slowly, but her attempt failed. Seeing the fearful tears in her eyes, he cupped her cheeks. "You have to breathe, doll. Now, with me!"

"Can't!" She mouthed, shaking her head roughly.

"Yes, you can!"

Once again, he took a deep breath, and this time (y/n)'s chest rose just barely with air. He could've cried with relief but he willed the tears away as he focused on helping her breathe.

"There you go. Attagirl," he cooed, smoothing her (y/h/c) hair off her sweaty forehead. "You're alright."

When she had gotten better control of her breathing, he pulled her into his chest, rubbing her back gently. Looking up towards the fountain, he saw the aftermath of Walker's rage: an unrecognizable body covered with blood.

Sam read Bucky's mind as he glanced around them at the growing crowd. "We need to get out of here."

With a nod, he helped (y/n) to her feet, holding an arm around her waist. The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, so she leaned on him heavily to stay upright. Bucky's stomach churned with anger as he gazed at Sam with a blank expression.

"I'm going to kill John Walker."

"No, Buck," she wheezed, voice low. "That's the last thing you need to do."

His hold on her tightened slightly. "So he can just get away with almost murdering that guy and almost killing you? I don't think so. "

"Buck, come on," Sam scoffed. "I know you're angry, but we've got to let the justice department handle him."

A grunt was the only answer he got as they walked toward the safe house.

Bucky sat next to (y/n) on the couch, hand draped over her shoulders, tucking her into his side. Since Walker's outburst, he hadn't left her side. As they flipped through the TV channels, every station was reporting on what had transpired.

"CAPTAIN AMERICA RECORDED KILLING UNARMED MAN AND INJURING AVENGER, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," each headline read. The numerous videos and different angles of the incident were already viral, with millions of people seeing the cruelty through a screen.

When (y/n) saw the video for the first time, she was horrified. In the moment, she was so focused on trying to breathe that she didn't even notice what John had done to the man. Bucky, who hadn't seen her get hit earlier, took it the hardest when the video depicted (y/n) getting slammed by Walker. Every time it replayed, she could feel him tense beside her. Sensing his anger, she turned it off and turned toward him.

"I'm okay, Buck," she whispered, pulling his hand up to her heart. "I'm fine."

He brought a hand up to her cheek, his thumb ghosting over a healing bruise. "You weren't fine when you couldn't breathe."

"James, I-"

"No," he interrupted, his voice shaking. "Do you know how terrible it was to see you on the ground like that? I didn't know if you were dying, or-"

His throat closed up at the thought, and this time, he couldn't stop the tears from filling his eyes. "I just knew I couldn't lose you, too. I've lost everyone I love and I refuse to lose you, (y/n). I won't."

A single tear leaked out of his eye, but (y/n) was quick to wipe it away as she rested her forehead against his. "You're not going to lose me, James. I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," he whispered, capturing his lips in hers. Running a hand into her hair, his tongue slipped through her parted lips, deepening the kiss.

Before it could go any further, Sam burst into the room. "I've got a location on Walk-"

He cut himself off when he looked up from his phone at the scene in front of him. "Sorry guys, you can make out later. Let's get Walker."

Glaring, Bucky quickly got up off the couch, following Sam out the door. When he noticed (y/n) doing the same, he whipped around to face her.

"You're not going. Not after earlier," he insisted.

She brushed by him with a smirk. "I'm going. End of story."

"Wha-"

"Nope, come on, Barnes."

Grumbling he ran into another room to grab something before running after her. When he caught up, she looked back just in time to see her Kevlar vest being shoved over her neck. She threw her hands up with a groan as it was Bucky's turn to wear a smirk.

"This thing saved you last time, so don't think you're not going to wear it."

The trio quickly made their way through the city to Walker's hideout, which was an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. As they neared the entrance, Sam stopped them.

"As much as I want to kill him," he glanced at Bucky. "I think that we need to try and talk him down first."

(Y/n) nodded to the pair. "I agree, but after earlier, I don't know if we'll get anywhere."

"I hope we don't," Bucky deadpanned.

Both (y/n) and Sam's eyes widened.

"Just cause I decided not to kill him doesn't mean I don't want to kick his-"

"Alright," Sam interrupted. "Let's go. (Y/n), I don't want you go get involved unless absolutely necessary."

With a nod from the (y/h/c), they walked into the dark warehouse. They found John on his knees with the shield in front of him. Hearing their footsteps, he looked up slowly, craning his neck from side to side before whispering something to herself. She and Bucky shared a worried glance, and he stepped in front of her protectively.

Sam spoke first. "Walker."

As he got closer, his eyes found (y/n)'s smaller figure behind Bucky. "You guys should see a medic, you don't look so good."

"Stop, Walker."

"What?" The man asked raising his voice, "You saw what happened. You know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to! He killed Lemar!"

Bucky spoke up, withholding anger as he spoke calmly. "He didn't kill Lemar, John. Don't go down that road. Believe me, it doesn't end well."

"I'm not like you."

Blood boiling at the comment, (y/n) started to walk towards him, but Bucky shot an arm out to stop her.

"I assumed you'd be down for the count," John sneered. "Too bad that vest did its job."

The calm version of Bucky was gone in an instant. "What did you just say?" He growled, taking a step closer to Walker.

Wanting to delay a fight for as long as possible, Sam stepped up next to Bucky, holding a hand out toward the phony captain. "Listen, it was the heat of the battle. Okay? If you explain what happened, they may consider your record."

(y/n)'s eyes were glued to the bloody shield as she spoke. "We don't want anyone else to get hurt."

John was calm. Too calm, and that was what scared her the worst. She'd seen anger, but this was something different. This was something much darker.

"John. You gotta give me the shield, man."

Lifting his head, he looked at each of them with a sick grin. "Oh. So that's what this is. You almost got me."

Sam shook his head. "You made a mistake."

"You don't want to do this."

Looking up from the floor, Bucky clenched his fist. "Yeah, we do."

(Y/n) took a deep breath, knowing what was about to go down. By the time she'd let it out, Bucky lunged towards Walker, and the battle had begun. She just hoped they'd come out on top against the monster before them.

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[lilacthebooklover]

i just walked into my glass shower screen because it's 1am and dark, i now know what it feels like to be a bird. suddenly i am overcome by the masculine urge to write another avian au about my blorbos (i am a female)

[starrycornelius]

Little screenshot from the fic i am working on, any opinions of this gayness? (First chapter probably coming out soon my ao3 is hannibalsgraham)