#giftfics

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Written As Gifts To Authors (2) Masterlist

part two

and true, the vision's hazy (ao3) - sensorydephrivation (memoryofamurder)

Summary: Ever since he was a small child, Phil had strange dreams. They seem to foretell terrible things, and a certain curly-haired man keeps showing up in them...

another day of sun (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: breakfast together, 12 years apart.

Baby it’s cold outside (ao3) - Allthephils

Summary: Dan’s car is stuck in the snow and Phil just happens by

Broken Like You (ao3) - TearDrop1234

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a theater in a nowhere town. Their friendship is instant, but the rest not so much.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

colder on the inside (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: A strong wind alone shouldn't suggest that something isn't quite right. That is the beginning, but a perfect idyllic night for Dan and Phil somehow devolves into a nightmare where nothing is as it should be, a night where the impossible happens.

Come Clean (ao3) - castrotophic

Summary: Dan thinks Phil might be in love with him, but he's not quite sure how to figure it out.

close up magic (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: Phil is a witch. Dan finds out.

dan and philly's wet moments (ao3) - heartsopenminds

Summary: Phil loathes hiring people to come and fix stuff around the house - he never imagined that watching someone power washing a patio could be so much fun though.

DreamCasts Presents (ao3) - SummerFlingsAndThings (QueenJunoTheGreat)

Summary: Phil's son is obsessed with the faceless man who narrates audiobooks.

Dan's daughter is obsessed with the brightly dressed librarian in charge of the children's department.

And Dan and Phil? Well, they're a little obsessed with one another.

Dress (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: After the Halloween Baking video, Sister Daniel has some fun with Phil and Phil… Well, Phil should just be glad he made it through the end of the filming.

eloquent graffiti (ao3) - danhedonia (deathpeach)

Summary: Phil didn’t know it at the time, but that was the first painting of his that Dan inspired. Dan was his spaceman, his beautiful work of art that Phil wanted to spend the rest of his life recreating in every possible way.

Forever & Always (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: This was written for possumdnp who wanted a fluffy tour fic. I hope you like it.

(from the wings) i'll be watching (ao3) - moonanonymous

Summary: Phil is the assistant lighting director. Dan is the nutcracker prince. It's going to be a long day.

Imagine It (ao3) - Tesseractingrey

Summary: Dan realizes, after 15 years of being with Phil, he may not have commitment issues anymore. This leads to Dan and Phil taking a step that would have been unthinkable, even a year ago, let alone ten years ago.

ink and alice (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan joins a band instead of going to university, and then he meets Phil.

it is you (ao3) - manchestereyes

Summary: @danisnotonfire: I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone D:

When Dan gets permission to spend a week with Phil in December, he has a stunning realisation.

June Bug (ao3) - ZackStriker (PyroStormIsBae)

Summary: When the kiss ended, Dan ignored all the applause and pressed their foreheads together, took a breath just to feel the hot spring air swell deep in his lungs, tricked himself into thinking he could inhale Phil if he tried hard enough. When they were this close, so close that Dan could count the frail eyelashes that stuck out from Phil’s translucent eyelids, he forgot himself. Dan Howell became a heart without a body.

or: Dan and Phil have a June wedding.

Just Let Me Adore You (ao3) - yiffandquiff

Summary: Dan didn't know what to expect when he agreed to go to Switzerland with his brother to 'find themselves' again. But he certainly wasn't expecting a massive snow storm to pass by and completely shut down any roads, train stations, and airports. However, when the snow gets worse, a mysterious man stumbles into the hostel he's staying at, and Dan figures out pretty quickly that he and the man are going to have to get to know each other fast.

Keep My Hand In Yours (ao3) - totalincandescense

Summary: It was kind of just an unspoken rule of their relationship. At least one part of Phil’s body had to be touching Dan at all times or it would throw the balance of the universe.

Love Comes Without a Warning (ao3) - beaniebopbaby

Summary: Phil Lester wanted nothing more than to find his soulmate, his other half.

Dan Howell could not care less about finding his.

Love From The Other Side (ao3) - sapphic_sunflower_kid

Summary: It’s 2011 and Dan is struggling through university. This is, in short, three of the times Dan’s university life felt like it was spiraling and the three times Phil was sending love from the other side to help him cope with it.

AKA. The power of love and friendship drives Dan Howell to drop out of university.

Love you through it all (ao3) - Lesbianphan

Summary: A glimpse into Dan and Phil’s journey over the years, through dates/holidays and all the adventures they’ve embarked on together. Just some introspective fluff, featuring the many different stages of their relationship we’ve witnessed over the years

Neighbourly Nook (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: The stranger had a dimple on his cheek that appeared when he laughed.

“I’m Dan,” he said, extending his hand. Phil reached for it with extreme eagerness, their knuckles knocking together in a particularly painful way, and they both winced, but Dan immediately broke into a smile. “I don’t know why I offered you a handshake, I never know how to do them.”

never quite as it seems (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Phil has a unique gift that allows him to see something he never expected to see - his best friend Dan, meeting the person that would most likely become the love of his life.

It hasn't happened yet, and right now, Dan has no idea what lies ahead.

When old feelings resurface and every choice may have a big impact on the upcoming events, will Phil be able to make the right decision?

Not Since I Posted The Cat Photo (ao3) - Absolutefilthimsosorry

Summary: Dan hasn’t been a ‘top bunk kinda guy’ since he posted the catboy photos.

Set after the catboy photoshoot

put a ring on it (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Maybe the reasons we dismissed it before don’t really apply anymore.”

still so lucky (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Dan and Phil take a little trip, but Phil gets a migraine.

storm sirens (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan and Phil are headed to another in the endless string of American tour dates for Interactive Introverts when a storm shakes them up a bit.

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Phil (ao3) - castrotophic

Summary: Phil buys a motorcycle. Dan can't decide whether he's horny or upset. Kissing ensues.

The Great Golden Pig Debate (ao3) - husbants

Summary: Phil wants to bring the pig to the new house. Dan does not.

The Knight of Wands (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil had always had dreams that he couldn't quite comprehend and a certain intuition about what was truly important for his future.

The Perfect Gift (ao3) - yiffandquiff

Summary: Phil Lester didn't particularly like Secret Santa that his maths teacher did every year. He normally received just simple gifts and was always underwhelmed. But this year, his Secret Santa gives him the perfect gift and he's determined to find out who this person is. It also helps that his Secret Santa has a crush on him too.

this is the place (where i don't feel lost) (ao3) - commonemergency

Summary: He loved it here. He loved being with Phil and his family. He loved not being on the internet or thinking about what people are saying online, he loved the walks and the talks and the freeness that being here brought. Or Dan spends Christmas and New Years Eve with the Lesters.

through the years, we all will be together (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Martyn comes home for Christmas in 2009 and finally meets Dan, that guy his brother won’t shut up about. Ten years later, and it’s like Dan’s always been a part of the family.

Two of Martyn’s family Christmas celebrations, a decade apart.

Today Is For Us (ao3) - CaibrynM

Summary: Dan and Phil take a day for themselves in between the tour ending, planning for their premiere in Brazil and the upcoming Christmas Holidays. Lots of Fluff and a little smut.

two wolves (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: They're in the middle of a meeting, and Phil seems to be trying to tell him something. But what?

(or, Dan accidentally wears a certain novelty wolf t-shirt to an online meeting with their tour team.)

Tuppence, tuppence (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: Dour joyless businessman meets quick-witted handsome chimney sweep who shows him the true meaning of Christmas

When the Storm Ends (ao3) - letspartyrightnow

Summary: dan gets caught in a snow storm and has to knock on a stranger's door to take shelter

Woman Who Doesn't Believe in Marriage Proposes to Long Term Girlfriend (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT) (ao3) - communist_cowboy

Summary: Dani and Phil are in it together for the love of the game. Yet as the years pass and they continue to intertwine their lives, what more really is marriage to two women who share a mortgage and a couple million kids on the internet?

[dominimoonbeam]

What's Happening?

Gavin/Freelancer sickfic I wrote for @glassbearclock my beloved!

Early early relationship, Freelancer has a cold but is worried that if they cancel on a date with Gavin he won't come back.

tags: sickfic, relationship uncertainties, gavin is a caregiver, light angst

What's Happening?

Freelancer felt like shit. They’d been sucking on throat lozenges like their life depended on it all morning. And it sort of did. At least their sex life did.

Gavin was a daemon, so it wasn’t like they could get him sick, they just had to not be disgusting when he came over tonight.

Fuck, they were so tired, but they dragged themself to the pharmacy and tried to find the strongest cold medicine that wouldn’t completely knock them out. They read the label on another bottle and had to bite off a laugh when it said not to operate heavy machinery. Did Gavin’s dick count? Were they the one operating it? No.

When they noticed someone sneaking a glance at them, they realized they’d laughed aloud. Oh shit, were they acting weird? They felt like a furnace in their hoodie, even though everyone else was wearing big jackets and it was snowing out.

The walk home felt twice as long as ever before. They were so worn out. They had to resist the panicked urge to pop the bottle in that shopping bag and take a few drinks. They needed to get their shit together. They needed to perk up. They had an incubus coming over!

Oh god, what if they couldn’t get it together? What if he realized they were sick? If they weren’t any good tonight, then would he come back again?

They liked Gavin. A lot. And not just for the sex. The sex was amazing, of course. It was the stuff of fantasies that Freelancer had only read and daydreamed about before. Their own brief sexual encounters with other people had been okay, but nothing like this. And Gavin made them feel like they were the deviant, like they were just as prolific and skilled as he was. It felt amazing and empowering and fun. They weren’t ready to give that up, but more than that, so much more than that, they were worried about losing Gavin.

They wanted to believe they were more than just a good meal to him, more than just benefits. They wanted to believe they were friends. But the level of worry they had over not being able to perform tonight was making them realize they really weren’t sure.

And if he didn’t come back, how would they find him? How would they ask how he was doing or if he wanted to hang out?

They were lightheaded by the time they got to their building and leaned heavily against the wall in the elevator. The ding seemed impossibly loud.

Okay. They just had to get to their apartment, chug some of that cold medicine, take a shower, and act like they weren’t ready to sleep for twelve hours.

The elevator dinged and the door rattled open. Freelancer walked down the hall, surprised by how it stretched and wobbled. That can’t be good. They managed to get their keys out and in the door, pushing it open and stumbling in.

“You’re late,” Gavin called from the living room, sounding seductive and guarded like always. “I was starting to think you were standing me up, Deviant. I was about to—Deviant?”

Their knees hit the floor just inside their apartment and they dropped their backpack and the shopping bag, somehow fumbling both in an attempt to hang on to them and to themself while their vision turned too bright and the ground kept sliding under them.

“Deviant?” He was closer. Was that panic in his voice? Shit.

They tried to say they were okay and to apologize, maybe even laugh at how clumsy they were, but everything went dark.

-

Gavin had only gotten there a few minutes before them. He’d actually been late, largely because he was struggling over how eager he was to see them. It wasn’t normal. He shouldn’t be that invested in one of his charges. They came and went. They were there for a good time, a good time he delivered, but he’d always been careful not to get too attached.

So, he’d been intentionally late.

And it hadn’t even mattered because his deviant wasn’t home yet anyway. So he sat on the couch and wondered where they were, if he should leave, if they were over him and onto other things…

And then the door had opened and he’d stayed on the couch, trying not to act overly eager.

And then his deviant had stumbled.

Gavin was there in a flash, standing over them and trying to understand what had happened. Their aura was…strange, and they were breathing fast. They mumbled out a tangle of what he assumed was supposed to be words before their body keeled forward in a dead faint.

Gavin caught them, one hand cupping their head before it could hit the floor. Panic stampeded through him. “Deviant?” he spoke gently, picking them up in his arms and carrying them to the couch. With a thought, he’d closed the front door.

He put them on the couch and their eyes were already fluttering open. “What’s happening?” he almost pleaded, touching their face and neck. They were so hot. This couldn’t be normal for humans. He used magic to search for injuries, for anything he could heal, but there was nothing.

They looked teary, pressing their lips and swallowing hard. They flinched, like that hurt. “Shit… I’m sorry, Gav…” They sat up. He stayed on the coffee table, hands roaming their upper body, afraid they’d tip over again. They coughed and tried to hide it against their arm.

“You’re sick?”

“I’m okay.”

“We should take you to a hospital.”

They smiled a little. “For a cold? No. Seriously, I’m fine.”

“You fainted!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for it!”

They caught one of his hands. They were so warm, but they looked up at him so calmly through those glassy eyes and past those flushed cheeks. “It’s okay, really. I just overdid it, I guess. I probably shouldn’t have gone out.”

“Why did you?”

They deflated, looking down. “I was getting cold medicine. I thought if I could get something to shake the symptoms… you wouldn’t notice.”

He blinked. “I mean, I’m glad you want me that bad, but I’m not sure my dick is actually worth dying for.”

They snorted a laugh and then coughed again, curling an arm over their face. “I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s not... But I just… I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Gavin felt like the world had dropped out from under him. He stared at them. “What?” Disappoint him?

“I know you hang out with me for…” Their aura flinched and twisted, filling with self-doubt and delicate fear. “I didn’t want you to leave or… not come back,” they confessed quietly, shoulders sagging.

Gavin tried to absorb all of that. They had gone out when they were sick to try to get this cold medicine in hopes that he would somehow not notice they were sick so he’d fuck them, not because they wanted to get laid, but because… because they thought that was his only reason for hanging out with them? And why wouldn’t they think that, when he’d definitely always put it that way for himself and for them. But they wanted him to hang out with them… Enough to go through all this effort. Enough to put out when they were definitely not into it. There was a lot about this he hated but the crystal clear center was what almost had him choking up.

Fortunately, his deviant was definitely too sick to notice at the moment.

“I like you,” Gavin said, a little terrified to say it and sort of hoping that fever would keep them from remembering.

They looked up at him, their aura smoothing out with hope. It was beautiful. And it had cost him nothing but the truth. “So… You’ll come back sometime?”

He sighed, pushing some of their hair out of their face. “Oh, deviant… I’m not leaving you like this.”

They blinked and then straightened where they sat. “Y-You want to… I was worried the whole sick thing would be a turn off…”

He laughed darkly. “It’s not, but we’re not going to fuck. You fainted from walking down the hall. What I do with you might kill you right now.”

His deviant chewed their lip, leaning closer. Their weak aura even flared with interest. He smiled. They were incredible. “I don’t think it would… We could try.” They started coughing again, this time rooting around in the pocket of their hoodie, dumping little wrappers before coming out with what looked like a candy. They shoved it in their mouth and sucked.

Gavin ignored the way his dick jumped in his pants. No. Nope. He was not going to take that bait. He snagged one of the wrappers and spread it out, reading it. Medicine.

“We should put you to bed, right? The right way, I mean,” he smirked, floundering a little. What did people do with sick people? “We should get you in your pajamas and into bed and then… water?”

“Yeah, I’ll go to bed… You don’t have to stay, Gavin. I know this isn’t fun—”

“Who says it’s not fun? I’ve never taken care of a human before. Maybe I’ll be good at it…” He smiled. “I’m good at most things I do.”

His deviant smiled. “I believe you.”

He shivered pleasantly and scooped them up. The deviant gasped, throwing arms around his neck in surprise when he picked them up. Somewhere between the living room and their bedroom he vanished their clothes, enjoyed their surprised gasp against his neck and the naked skin in his arms for a split-second, before putting their favorite pajamas on them just as quickly. He settled them on the bed and pulled the covers up over them. He’d never actually pulled the covers up before…

For a second, he stared at them and they stared at him. They were so cute.

What else?

Fluids? That was an illness thing, right? He used magic to make a big glass of water and then considered their sore throat and added a cup of tea.

Deviant smiled, their aura practically shining with happiness despite.

Was it so easy to make all humans happy? Or just his human? He changed into his own comfy sweatpants and crawled in bed with them. “What else do you need?” He pulled their body against his, again surprised by the heat radiating off of them.

“No, that’s great. Thank you. You don’t have to stay.” Their eyelids were heavy.

He stroked their hair the way he knew they liked, of course, usually he did it as a part of aftercare, but care was care, right? “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” they whispered, half-asleep already but the answer coming fast and easy.

“Then I’ll stay.”

They smiled to themself and curled into his chest. He kissed their head. When they were asleep, he magicked their phone from their bag to his hand. He googled colds and what to do. When they woke up, he’d make soup and make sure they drank some of those liquids. It looked like he’d need a thermometer and maybe medicine to reduce a fever if they kept this up. He was going to be a fucking expert when they woke up, but, until then, he stroked their hair and their back and relished the steady pulse of their aura.

[livefreeordie13]

Ho Ho Ho @somebodysmaall! I was your secret santa for this year's @souyoweek2020 Secret Santa event! I wrote some very chilly boys for you. I hope you enjoy and I hope you're having an excellent holiday season so far!

[romirola]

Fic for us3rnam3_r3dact3d

A gift-fic for the wonderful @us3rnam3-r3dact3d! Baz requested a fic that featured angst, David/(masc!)Angel, and Quinn attacking then nonconsensually trancing Angel.

Read this oneshot on AO3! (This fic is rated M due to nonconsensual trancing. 18+ only, please!)

I hope you enjoy, my friend!

[gumnut-logic]

Okay

Have a little FishTank with a background of pissed off Scotty.

Many thanks to the amazing @onereyofstarlight for all her help on this and for putting up with my crazy as usual :D

It was supposed to be something and this is what happened. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

-o-o-o-

Virgil rolled his shoulders as he stepped out of the elevator and into the comms room. He wasn’t surprised to find Scott’s commander persona firmly and concisely flaying someone via hologram at the main desk. Virgil had no doubt that several heads would roll after this incident.

But he would field Scott later. Besides it was fair to let the person responsible reap their rewards.

A pissed off Commander Scott Tracy was a weapon of precise destruction.

For the moment, Virgil had two aims. He rolled his shoulders again. Maybe three. Some paracetamol wouldn’t hurt alongside the coffee.

Both would be needed to tackle his main priority.

His little brother Gordon.

Those four words made it hurt even more.

Because Gordon was his little brother and when some asshole threatened the Fish - no matter how adult his brother would ever be, he would always be their Little Fish - and then had the nerve to physically assault Gordon…

Virgil beat down his anger. Anger wasn’t what he needed right now. Scott had enough to cover the entire family and then some. What Virgil needed was to be calm and centred so he could be there for Gords.

Because despite having the military background, the tough exterior, and a strength of will that continued to stun Virgil with its ferocity, Gordon was…

Hell, he was Virgil’s little brother and while Scott eviscerated those responsible, Virgil had to make sure he was okay.

Beyond the obvious physical injuries.

The anger had to be stomped on again.

He jogged down the kitchen stairs and grabbed the paracetamol out of the medical kit stashed under the sink. He chugged it down with some coffee, probably hotter than it should be for the meds, but he needed both so that’s what he worked with.

Gords was lying on one of the loungers by the pool. It was odd to see him out there but not actually in the water. The sling holding a broken arm, the concussion, and black eye, hidden by convenient sunglasses, were reason enough.

As with all of Gordon’s injuries in the field, Virgil was fully prepared to find a way to enable his brother to get back into the pool as soon as possible.

It was a survival instinct, after all. A Fish out of water tended to be flammable and explosive - Virgil liked their villa in one piece and minus the pranks born of boredom or frustration.

But it would be a couple of days at least before Gordon could be let into the pool this time. The broken arm was fine, it was the head injuries that weren’t conducive to swimming.

Virgil stared out at his little brother a moment while downing the remains of his coffee. Food was likely out of the question, but Gords might be able to manage a light drink, get some simple sugars and energy into him.

Turning back to the kitchen, he rustled up some tropical fruit juices, coconut cream and ice, dropping a splash of cranberry into the mostly yellow and orange concoction. A small smile and Virgil dug out one of his brother’s little cocktail umbrellas to give it the Gordon-pizazz it required.

He even made one for himself, put both of them on a tray, along with a small bowl of brightly coloured barley sugars.

Holding the tray steady, Virgil stepped softly out onto the patio and bee-lined casually in his brother’s direction.

The dark sunglasses glanced up. “Virg, I’m fine.”

Virgil ignored him, sliding the tray onto the small table next to Gordon. Not saying anything at all, Virgil grabbed the nearest empty lounger and dragged it over, dumping himself into it with a sigh.

He claimed his drink and fiddled with the umbrella. They reminded him of his fish brother, they really did.

And the drink was cool on his coffee-blasted throat.

Nothing was said for a long moment.

“Scott toasting the GDF?” Gordon didn’t even look at Virgil.

“More like roasting, after skinning and gutting.”

“Perhaps we should put warning labels on our uniforms. Warning: Commander will go medieval on your ass if you ever lay a finger on any member of International Rescue.”

“Family.”

Gordon groaned. “Way to serious a perfectly good pun, bro.”

Virgil shrugged and his shoulders ached. “It was a serious incident.”

“Yeah.” The word was mostly breath and ever so resigned. His brother looked away, out towards the sea.

“How are you feeling?”

A sigh. “As I said, I’m fine.”

Virgil sipped at his drink. “You don’t look fine.”

Gordon shifted where he sat. “What do you expect?”

“No expectations.”

His brother scoffed and turned back to looking at the ocean. There was nothing but breeze, birds and the waves for a very long moment.

“No, I didn’t expect it all.”

“Expect what?”

“The good guy to be such an asshole.”

Virgil didn’t comment, sipping his drink and waiting…

“They are supposed to help us. Supposed to be us. I didn’t expect him to do that. I would never put my life above so many. I’m in this because I believe in what we do!” Gordon’s uninjured arm was pointing and gesticulating not unlike their biggest brother inside. Virgil was often struck by how Scott and Gordon were so similar, yet so different. “We are the ones with the skills, the equipment and the vow to do everything we can to help people out of dangerous situations. There were families, Virg! Little kids! And he was willing to sacrifice them all.”

“You did good, Gords, you know that.”

“I should have done better.” Gordon’s good hand balled into a fist. “I should have seen it coming. Should have seen beyond the uniform. Should have hit him harder!”

Virgil turned on the lounger and let his feet touch the concrete so he could reach over and place a hand on Gordon’s leg. “You did everything you possibly could. None of us expected betrayal, much less from the GDF.” He drew in a breath. “It will be fixed.”

Gordon scoffed. “Of course, it will be fixed. With both Scott and John on their asses, they’ll be lucky there is any GDF left by the time they’re finished.” Gordon wilted just a little. “I hate it when you guys have to do that. Scott doesn’t need any more grey hairs, and Johnny shouldn’t have to skirt the law. I should have handled it better.”

Virgil stared at his little brother. “What John does with the law is not your responsibility.” Though Virgil would need to check on his space brother. John was as pissed as Scott. Maybe they should have a movie night tonight with all the junk food to go with it. Drag John down, corner Scott, and get the lot of them to sit down and take a breather. A few hugs would definitely not go astray either. Some reassurance that Gords was still here. “And Scott is going to kick ass regardless. That GDF officer had no right to intervene on our rescue and then to put his life above all the others he was meant to save…” Virgil let the sentence hang and he fought down his rage and outrage again. He swallowed. “You did what you always do, Gordon.” His eyes latched onto those dark sunglasses. “You did us proud.”

The sunglasses stared at him a moment. “You okay?”

“I will be.” Once his brothers were okay.

“Virg?”

Virgil slid off the lounger and onto his knees, holding his arms out a little. “C’mere.”

Gordon rolled his eyes, but smiled as Virgil enveloped him in a hug.

It was for Virgil as much as Gordon.

To find a GDF officer on the train carriage had been a blessing at first. The man had taken charge, liaised with IR, and set people at ease. But once IR made it onto the scene and Gordon, and the rescue rig, arrived to start getting people out, the man has changed.

Sure, it was a perilous situation and yes, the train could have dropped any moment despite Two securing it with grapples. But nothing excused the man’s conduct.

He had thrown fellow passengers aside and demanded to be rescued first. Gordon, of course, said no. IR had its priorities and not only was the man a trained GDF officer, but fit and healthy, and, if the emergency became more dire, he would be more likely to survive a more physical rescue attempt. Unlike the elderly and the children on that train.

And hell, the man had taken a pledge to serve and protect.

None of them had expected anger from the man, much less physical violence. He grappled with Gordon, determined to board the rescue rig first.

Gordon was well trained and an expert in self defence. However, the dynamics changed when you were hanging over an empty chasm that ended in certain death.

Gordon was thrown from the train and it was one of the worst moments in Virgil’s life. Yes, his brother was tethered, thank god, but the carriage was precarious, moving with the sudden change in weight distribution, and tangling with the safety line. Both Gordon and the rig had been dragged down with the train, forcing Two to compensate. Alerts screamed as the grapples securing the carriage strained with the sudden shift.

Virgil’s voice still ached from his yelling his brother’s name.

And the lack of an answer.

It had been Virgil who shimmied down the rescue rig cable, desperate to locate Gordon with John worrying in his ears.

He had found his brother upside down with a massive dent in the side of his helmet, faceplate cracked, unconscious.

Virgil retrieved and secured him in the rescue rig.

Then it was Virgil who had to face the rogue GDF officer. Virgil, who was considered the gentle giant who wouldn’t hurt a soul.

Virgil, who physically picked up the yelling man and, despite his struggles, strapped him into the rescue rig in a very specific unable-to-move way. Hence the aching shoulders and the bruises.

Twenty people were rescued from that train, the very last barely making it out as gravity and wind finally took their toll and John was forced to release Two, or lose them all.

Most of them were injured in some way, but none as much as his little brother.

The GDF officer spent the rest of the ride strapped in the rescue rig in Module Two.

Virgil managed to not say a single word to the man the entire time.

Gordon woke up swearing, halfway to the hospital, and didn’t let up until the doctors let him go under Virgil’s supervision several hours later.

Debrief had been explosive. Scott livid, John tight lipped and furious, Virgil…

He pulled his little brother in just that little bit tighter.

“Oof, Virg, I’m okay.” But Gordon didn’t let go.

Virgil released him a little, but rested his head on his brother’s non-injured shoulder and closed his eyes.

And tried to convince himself of Gordon’s words.

-o-o-o-

[phoenix-arising]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61739809

“How do you forget about someone in the middle of sex?” Mimzy squawked. “He’s very distractible, and we weren’t in the middle of sex, technically.” Lucifer ties Alastor up, it doesn't go according to plan.

A gift for the lovely @mothballmilkshake's birthday.

[adolin]

What if you wanted to KISS your GIRLFRIEND but SHE'S DEAD, so all you can do is MAKE OUT WITH HER CHEST WOUND?

What if the girl YOU DIED FOR is WORSHIPPING YOUR BODY but you ARE A CORPSE? And also she's being so fucking ANNOYING about it, oh my god Harrow.

Check out my Sad Girl Kiri! fic for the 🐜 Ant Exchange!

“Isn’t this arrogance, Harrow?” Kiriona says. “Think you could fix what God couldn’t?”

3k, rated T, canon-typical everything

tagged: Body Horror, post NtN, Grief/Mourning, Kiriona Gaia: Living Dead Girl, wound fingering

[002yb]

@chromotps

They're crowded close on too narrow stairs, knees knocking together to a jovial tune. Off beat because neither of them have ever had rhythm and made worse because Luffy is tipsy. So fuzzy and loose limbed that Luffy sways precariously to and fro as he sings, kept in place only because Ace keeps lifting his leg to bracket him - easily accommodating, always attentive, and not nearly as drunk as he should be for how much they've both thrown back.

Ace's cheeks are awash with color regardless, smile broad and laughter unrestrained.

To see his brother so happy - Luffy knocks their tankards together and cheers, so giddy he may as well be drunk on it. He grins when Ace's attention turns to him. The warmth in the dark of Ace's eyes makes Luffy's ears burn, makes him titter. Ace mirrors him, knocking their drinks together again before calling out to their crew - laughter bright as they call back to them.

They all celebrate and Luffy watches on. Beaming at raucous shouts and spirited cheers; the way Ace humors tomfoolery and spurs shenanigans. Lighthearted and mischievous. The easy way Ace banters, the playful way he teases, and the quiet, unwitting way he endears himself to everyone.

Liquor makes Luffy lethargic, head tipping back to rest against the railing behind him. Eyelids heavy as he contents himself with listening to his rowdy crew. Lulled into a daze by the press of Ace and his knees and Ace's hand laid over Luffy's thigh, fingers tapping along to Brook's music.

There's fire that tangles between Ace's fingers, fireflies that dance from his hands. They chase after their crew, teasing them with gentle heat before they extinguish. And when the small flames catch in their drinks, they're set ablaze - a show that has everyone raising their tankards again in delight; merriment.

One nearly lands on Luffy's nose, kissing it red.

The smile that pulls at his lips must be especially dopey because Ace pinches the brim of his hat and pulls Luffy forward, bumping their foreheads together - nuzzling their noses.

"Have you had too much?" Ace asks.

"Nah," Luffy drawls, only he thinks Ace and he might be talking about different things.

Ace doesn't look convinced, but seems humored all the same. Indulgent, even. When he leans back, Luffy chases after him. Stopping short because the world spins and - oh. Ace's leg is there to steady him again and Luffy laughs at himself as he leans back against the railing for support.

He's got his leg strewn over Ace's thigh, his sandal dangling from his toes. It slips from his foot as he swings it, but Luffy doesn't care. Too lost in the way Ace continues laughing with everyone, hand slapping down over Luffy's knees once, twice before squeezing.

Luffy extends his leg, pinching Ace's shawl between his toes and tugging. And Ace accommodates him, running his hand from above Luffy's knee to press his fingers into the muscle of Luffy's calf. Sweeping his thumb over Luffy's ankle, along the arch of his foot. It tickles, but Ace holds fast to him even when Luffy jerks back. Lips quirking into a smile because even if he's not looking at Luffy - he hears his laughter.

For a while longer, Luffy is content to watch. Teeming with pride because Ace is so good with their crew; because their crew is good with Ace, in turn. Luffy likes how they challenge him. Likes the way their care flusters him, the way their affection ties his tongue.

Luffy might always want Ace to have more of things like that. Might always want Ace to be more, too - more adored and loved; happy.

What feelings of content he has lasts until the exact moment Luffy wants to give Ace attention, himself.

Luffy plants his foot to Ace's chest and beams when Ace's gaze slides over to him. Curious and then endeared because Luffy is flushed from drink, loose limbed and silly. When Ace turns his head to face Luffy fully, it feels like a victory - like Luffy is triumphant, invincible.

Firelight catches across Ace's skin and reflects in his eyes. It warms him and Luffy feels flush from it. Still, he catches Ace's gaze, eager and with an impish smile. Toes curling against Ace's skin and the ink scarred over his heart.

Luffy's attention drops to it, gaze softening before he looks back at Ace. Something in Ace's expression might shift, too. Mirroring Luffy's softness, that smoldering affection.

When Luffy, unprovoked, tries to pinch Ace with his toes, Ace retaliates by grabbing Luffy's foot and dragging him forward across an already narrow step. It makes Luffy cackle as he slouches down, nearly teetering off the stairs until Ace catches him.

Laid over Ace's leg like that, Luffy smiles at him. Toes curling when Ace lifts his foot and turns his head into Luffy's ankle - teasing him with the brush of his lips as Ace smirks at him, warm and wild and wonderful.

Sometimes Luffy wonders if the novelty of it will ever go away. To have Ace aboard his ship, for his brother to have joined Luffy’s crew; to have him in this way, to have him at all - it’s a dream come true.

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Based on chromo's art!

[renaerys]

Yes Night (ShiSaku)

It was Shisui's birthday yesterday and also Täti did some bomb vintage art for ShiSaku that burrowed a hole through my head. Here's 3.5k+ words for Roaring 20s lasciviousness.

Inspired by this art by @coloriza

Rating: M

Summary: Shisui is about to find out the delightful way that it's yes night at The Bush Clover speakeasy.

Read it on AO3

[ricawritesthings]

AO3 cooperated enough for me to post my gift fic so I’m very very excited heheh

[shewithoutrain-yugioh]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Atem/Mutou Yuugi Characters: Mutou Yuugi, Yami Yuugi | Atem Additional Tags: fake realationship, Yuugi needs a plus one, and Atem is there to provide, Mutual Pining, (although more like mutual devouring but whatevs), Spicy Fluff, Dumb boys being dumb, starring Yuugi Freaking Mutou, seriously, boy is so done with himself, It's Okay, Atem makes it all worth it, rated E to be safe but also because i have Plans for this, An Attempt At Humour, I tried okay?, strangers to lovers speedrun style, Atem is pretty obsessive but it's fine, yuugi has a strength kink, Yuugi has a size kink, Yuugi has a ring kink, these are all kinks that did not exist before Atem, incredibly detailed kiss, seriously guys i spent ages on it, GO READ IT, Yuugi is a complete and utter disaster, and Atem is like 'he's perfect', (Atem is also a complete and utter disaster but in a different way), (Yuugi will also be like, he''s perfect), Blindshipping  Summary:

This was such a bad idea.

Sure, Jou had been teasing him about being the lonely ‘spare wheel’, and Honda had pulled him to the side to give him a sombre talking to about how just because everyone else had plus ones for this trip, Yuugi didn’t need to feel odd about it, and Anzu had just kept assuming, but that didn’t mean he had to temporarily go insane and lie about it.

So now he had to manifest a seemingly perfect boyfriend into existence to go to the wedding with.

Great.

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Or: Yuugi digs a hole and keeps on digging. Fortunately he strikes Atem -- uh, treasure -- along the way.

(Title is a work in progress)

[livefreeordie13]

Warm holiday greetings, @mrmissmrsrandom! I was your secret santa for this year's @souyoweek2020 Secret Santa event! This one went a little overboard, but I hope it brings you warm comfort this holiday season.

[mistresshasty]

Good day one and all. I've taken part in the Miraculous Ladybug Secret Santa Exchange 2023 and was given the chance to write a fluffy Lukanette for Pensulliwen! Hope you had a good holiday season and enjoy this gift from me.

[hopalongfairywren]

tbh my interest in the DSMP has dried up over the past year but halloween always revitalizes those feelings. Anyways thinking of a fall-themed c!Tommy animation to Mama Told Me

[ramabear]

a oneshot has been clawing at the inside of my brain for the last 24 hrs. i hope it continues to do so until this weekend, when i will finally have the time to put pen to paper and write the damn thing

[matrixaffiliate]

Linger

New Story! FFN and AO3

Sometimes, all Harry and Ginny need to do is linger in the moment together. A post-Hogwarts Harry/Ginny fluff story. For the fabulous deadwoodpecker, I hope your day is as wonderful as you!

Linger

Ginny basked in the sun, settling further into her pool chair as the cruise ship floated atop the waves. Her wet hair clung to her skin but she refused to move the twelve inches for her wand hidden in her bag. It was Harry's turn to entertain their children and her turn to sit poolside and enjoy the warmth for the week they'd have it.

The Potter's had vacationed enough with their children at this point to have a system, trading off so that they each managed to have a bit of a vacation from the vacation. Those years leading up to their system taught Ginny to not waste one second of that precious time.

So her wet hair clung to her back, likely tangled in her bikini tie, and Ginny chose not to care.

She drifted off for a much needed kip.

At some point, strong arms wrapped around her and she curled into Harry's embrace as he shifted them to share the chair.

"The children decided to go with your parents to see some of the game rooms."

"Good." Ginny yawned. "They can keep Dad out of trouble."

"Who's going to keep us out of trouble?" Harry nuzzled the side of her head.

Ginny tilted her head so that she could look up at him. "We have a suite, love."

"Not that I'm not willing." He brought his lips close enough to speak against her. "But I'm rather happy right here."

He pressed a soft kiss against her lips and Ginny melted into him, into the laziness of his pace, into the smell of sunscreen and chlorine and overpriced fizzy drinks.

"Me too."

"Good."

Harry shifted, bringing his hand to cup her cheek, his green eyes holding hers for a long moment before he leant in again. His lips caressed her, slow, savoring, as if he never wanted it to end. Ginny brought her hands to rest against his bare chest, sliding against his skin until her right hand found the beat of his heart, slow as his kiss. Harry's hand drifted from her cheek, meandering against her skin, tracing her, till coming to rest on her hip.

Their kisses slowed, the sun grew warmer, and before Ginny knew it, they both fell asleep.

Their children managed to find them and get them moving so dinner would not be missed. Showered and changed, children fed and currently raiding the dessert buffet with her parents, Ginny leant into Harry's arm around her shoulders.

"This was a good idea." She smiled up at him.

"I think the good idea was bringing both our children and your parents. I'd be far too tense to bring your parents on a Muggle cruise with only the two of us. And letting the kids run loose on their own isn't a good idea just yet. But having the five of them stick together lets me relax."

Ginny nodded, letting her eyes linger on the way his hair was getting a little long, the crinkle of skin around his eye as he smiled down at her, his green eyes shining behind his black rimmed glasses.

She leant into him, her kiss brushing his lips, her eyes fluttering close. Harry pressed forward, deepening the kiss, but not increasing the slow pace that had followed them from the poolside.

"I like you relaxed." She said, speaking each word between the brush of lips and teasing slides of tongue.

"I like you relaxed." His arm around her shoulder pulled closer.

"Ew! Mum! Dad! Gross!"

Ginny sighed and looked over to see their kids returning from the dessert buffet.

"Jamie, it's only kissing." She gave him the glare she'd learned from her mother.

"Doesn't mean you have to do it where I can see it." Jamie huffed and sat down in his seat.

"Where you can see what?" Arthur sat down next to him.

"Mum and Dad being gross." Jamie said around a mouthful of dessert.

"I was kissing my husband." Ginny rolled her eyes at her dad.

Arthur chuckled and winked at her.

"Well, I think I can help with that." He stood and pulled out Molly's chair for her as she helped Al and Lily with their plates. Once the two youngest were settled, Arthur pulled Molly into him and kissed her soundly.

"No!" Jamie cried and covered his eyes. "Not you too, Grandpa!"

"Is he going on about kissing again?" Molly laughed when Arthur released her.

"Seems to think we're scarring him." Ginny nodded.

Molly ruffled Jamie's hair. "One day when you're all grown, you won't mind kissing."

"I wish Teddy had come." Jamie looked back down at his plate, face nearly as red as Ginny's hair.

Ginny laughed, Teddy had already promised Vic he'd spend the Easter hols with her when the Potter's invited him on this cruise, and if things went the way Ginny thought, it would only take a year or so more before Teddy would be kissing a specific blonde haired, blue eyed niece of hers.

"We'll hold off for the sake of your sanity." Harry chuckled and squeezed Ginny's shoulder.

She turned to give him a bit of a pout. She had no intentions of stopping.

Harry kissed her nose.

"You reminded me earlier that we have a suite."

Ginny laughed and rested her forehead against his.

"Yes, I suppose we do."

They entertained their family for a few hours more before leading the children to bed and sending Arthur and Molly to watch the musical playing that evening.

Finally shut in their room, Ginny crossed the massive expanse of their bed to curl around her husband.

"Well, hello." He smiled down at her.

"You owe me kisses, Mr. Potter." She pouted.

Harry laughed. "Really? And how many kisses do I owe you, Mrs. Potter?"

"Well, you fell asleep by the pool."

"After you had already fallen asleep."

"And then you put off kissing me to appease our son."

"Which made the rest of the evening significantly more enjoyable for everyone."

"And the whole time we've been all alone in our room-"

"All five minutes."

"You've yet to resume kissing me."

Harry moved so fast, Ginny didn't see it coming. One minute, she was on her side wrapped around Harry, the next she was on her back with Harry looming above her.

"I don't care for debts." He smirked and slowly brought his lips within a breath of hers. "I think I'll pay you in full, plus a good amount extra."

"Then I'd be in debt to you." Ginny slipped her hands beneath his shirt and slid them along his chest.

"I'll be happy to have you pay me back when I'm done."

He brought his lips to hers in a kiss that stole every ounce of air from Ginny's lungs, and cut off any snarky remark she might have thought of before he claimed her with his kiss.