#nephilimeq fanfic

[nephilimeq]

Oh, Darling, Please Be Mine

Prompt: Proposal

@bucktommyfluffebruary

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/162762577

Tommy felt his heart hammering in his chest as he led Evan up to the edge of the clearing, where it was easiest to see the ocean from, praying that he didn’t pass out before he asked him the question that he knew would change his life…

…but he also knew that he didn’t just want to dive right into it. He had a plan.

Once they were finally up there, he turned and said, “You know you’re the first person I’ve ever shared this place with?” and his boyfriend nodded and quipped, “Yeah, you, uh…you kinda mentioned that before,” and the airman flushed, feeling his stomach flip at the adorable smile on the younger man’s face, a part of him still terrified that he was making the wrong decision. God, what if Evan said no? Even worse, what if he laughed at him? What if—

No. He cut off the line of thought before it could get worse and took a deep breath.

“Yeah, well…this has always been where I’ve felt the safest, you know?” Tommy started to explain, wanting Evan to truly understand why that place was important to him. “When…when things got bad at home, I always knew I could come here and no one would find me. Here is where I learned to accept…well…me. All of me.”

At that, Evan’s brow unfurrowed and he knew he was getting through to him and let out a sigh of relief and pulled him closer, moving them to a spot where they could sit, echoing their positions from before.

His boyfriend pressed up into him, thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder, and Tommy felt himself settle.

“When I realized I liked boys, it was here. When…when I realized I never wanted to be my father, it was here. I learned how to make paper cranes here, too,” he added with an embarrassed nod of his head, and his boyfriend’s eyes lit up and he unintentionally interrupted, “You can make paper cranes?” but stopped when Tommy shot him a look, for which he was grateful, and he grasped at his hand with his own. “I also learned that most relationships take a hell of a lot of work and some people…like my parents…don’t know how to put in the work…”

His voice trailed off and he felt the mood shift slightly and felt bad for doing that, not wanting to make his boyfriend feel bad for him and swiftly tried to change the conversation back to a lighter note by saying, “But I’d like to think I’ve figured out a thing or two,” and ran his thumb over the ridges of his knuckles.

“I think you’ve been doing pretty good,” Evan said, shooting him a puppy-eyed look with those perfectly blue eyes of his.

Tommy’s stomach flipped. Again.

The ring in his pocket felt like a lead weight.

He couldn’t decide if the weight was one of promise or one of dread—he loved Evan with all his heart, but there was still some insidious voice in the back of his mind that was telling him that he would ruin everything by asking him to marry him. God, he loved the idea of hearing Mr. Kinard, or maybe even Mr. Buckley-Kinard coming from his lips…but his fear of him saying no somehow weighed more than the prospect of him saying yes, and it was holding him back.

He bit at the inside of his cheek and then turned his eyes to the horizon, taking in the view, and instead of saying what he wanted to, instead said, “It was also here where I decided to go into the army. I used to stare out at this view and all I could think of was being in the air, getting away from it all, you know?”

Evan nodded.

“So…this place was for you what my little hunting shack was for me?” he remarked, and Tommy hummed in the back of his throat and replied, “Yeah, I guess it was. I spent hours here pretending to fly off to places across the ocean. I used to make up countries that didn’t exist. I, uh…I always liked the idea of finding an island filled with dinosaurs,” he softly admitted, hoping that he wasn’t embarrassing himself…

…and was taken aback when his boyfriend said, “Oh, you mean like those Dinotopia books?”

He arched an eyebrow.

“You don’t know Die Hard or Love Actually, but you know one of the most obscure books series from the early nineties?” he asked, incredulous, unable to keep from lightly chuckling at the anachronism, shaking his head as Evan shrugged with a sheepish grin on his face, still trying to understand aspects of the young man in front of him, wondering if he would ever learn everything about him.

He hoped that he didn’t. Tommy hoped that he would go through the rest of his life constantly learning about new things about Evan that he didn’t know. All he wanted to do was keep unraveling the mystery of the man in front of him and living the rest of his life with him no matter what happened, even if it meant that he had to stop flying—and fuck, if that wasn’t the most terrifying thing he had ever thought of; that he would give up flying if it meant that he could keep Evan Buckley in his life.

Tommy’s nerves finally settled.

He went to open his mouth to take the jump, but then Evan said, “I do know things, you know. You don’t always have to sound so surprised,” and the airman gave him a look and said, “I’m not surprised…”

His boyfriend gave him a look.

“…okay, maybe I’m a little surprised, but I like that. I like being surprised by you…”

With trembling fingers he reached towards his pocket and unzipped it as quickly as he could and then pulled out the ring box, noting Evan’s blue eyes widening.

“…and I want to keep on being surprised by you for the rest of my life. For the rest of our lives,” he amended, feeling an odd calmness settle over him as he opened the ring box to show him what he’d picked out for him. “So, if you don’t mind—Evan Buckley—will you do me the honor of turning our lives into something even more? Because I can no longer see a future without you in it, and I don’t want to wait any longer. When I think of home, I don’t think of a house with a cracking front driveway, an uneven foundation, and a leaky side roof anymore...I think of you. You are my home.”

He searched his face, noticing a faint sheen of moisture in the corners of his eyes.

“Evan. Will you marry me?”

He swore everything went silent, even the birds in the trees, the only sound the waves down below them, faint and pulsing in time with his heartbeat as he waited with bated breath, somehow not scared by the silence that he hadn’t been expecting, but instead completely ready for whatever his boyfriend might say…

…and then his heart caught in his throat when Evan looked up at him and said in a tremulous tone, “Oh, god, yes…Tommy, yes,” and then leaned in and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss that caught him off guard with its softness and sweetness, and he could feel faint tear tracks press to his cheeks, tears that weren’t his, and Tommy leaned into the kiss, pouring all of his love into it, using his free hand to grasp at the younger man’s waist.

Eventually they pulled back and Evan wiped the back of his hand across his eyes and said, “That is literally the most perfect ring I’ve ever seen,” and Tommy smiled.

“It took me a while to get it made. You almost nearly found out about it, actually,” he admitted, and blue eyes locked back onto his.

“Really? When?”

“Remember that yoga class I dragged you to?” Evan nodded. “Yeah, well, I didn’t realize that the woman I ordered the ring from was also a yoga instructor,” he said with a comedic tilt of his head, and was thrilled when his boyfriend coughed out a wet laugh and shook his head and said, “No! Wait, that’s why you were acting so weird around her?”

Tommy nodded and said as he pulled out the ring from the ring box, “Yeah, nearly blew the whole thing up right then and there—and then there was me convincing you to come here,” he reluctantly confessed. “I knew I was gonna propose right after the 118 bash at the beach, before the week was out…and then you gave me the perfect opportunity with this picnic. That’s kind of why I was being so weirdly controlling at the beginning of the trip. And why I took so many photos,” he added as he slipped the ring onto the third finger of Evan’s left hand.

Evan laughed again and said, “Kinda glad you did…oh my god, this is real, isn’t it?”

He lifted his hand and stared at the ring.

“Mhmm. It is.”

“You…me…we’re-we’re…we’re engaged.” Tommy watched as it sunk in. “We’re…oh, god, we’re engaged!” Evan exclaimed, leaning back in and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, his entire face lit up with the biggest smile the airman had ever seen. “I’m gonna be Mr. Buckley-Kinard…”

“So you do want to hyphenate? I was kind of hoping you would…”

Evan nodded so violently he was afraid his head would fall right off.

“Oh, yeah. I mean, I love your last name, but I want everyone to know about both of us, and this way if we have…if we have kids,” he hesitantly added with a duck of his eyes, “They can have both of our names.”

Tommy nodded right back at him and softly agreed, “Yeah, I’d like that. And besides, once we’re both captains, we can go by our own names so people won’t get confused,” he said with a wry grin in as much of a serious tone he could muster considering just how overwhelmingly overjoyed he felt in that moment—so much so that he was certain that he was about to start yelling at the top of his lungs to anyone who would listen that he had gotten Evan Buckley to agree to marry him.

His boyfriend’s expression was adorable as his nose scrunched up and he said, “Once we’re both captains? Wow, uh…sounds like-like you have some pretty big plans for us,” and Tommy gave him a soft smile and said, “I hope you don’t mind. I’ve been thinking a lot about our future lately, and it just made sense that we both might want that one day…”

“Not gonna lie, it’s occurred to me. Just…I don’t want it to happen too soon, you know? I kinda hope Bobby sticks around for a while longer.”

Tommy felt his heart melt a little at the admission.

“Yeah, I get that,” he said, reaching out and brushing a stray curl from his forehead, loving how long his boyfriend’s hair was getting…and then was taken aback when Evan said, “Hey, so I’ve got an engagement ring, but what about you? I wanna show the world that you’re about to be mine, too,” and the airman didn’t know what to say—but then took a second and suggested, “How about I show you the website and you can design one for me, too?” and Evan lit up.

“Oh, I like that idea. You’d let me do that? Because I know you’re kinda weird about that kind of thing. You know, jewelry,” he said, tugging lightly at Tommy’s shirt. “I mean, you wear necklaces from time to time, but because you work with your hands so much in your off time, I wouldn’t want to pick something that would get in the way…”

Tommy shrugged.

“Then we pick it out together.”

Evan’s eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned back in and recaptured his boyfriend’s—no, his fiancé’s lips with his own, and lingered, soaking in the moment at finally realizing that his boyfriend was now his fiancé and that as soon as he possibly could, his last name would be attached to his and they would be married. And he would have a husband.

Fuck, he never thought that it would happen.

Unbidden, he felt a few of his own tears finally sneak out, and Evan pulled back from the kiss just enough to breathe out, “Hey, are you okay?” and Tommy nodded and said, “Yeah, just…you said yes. You-you…you’re gonna marry me. You’re gonna be my husband. We’re…we’re gonna be married," the words finally sinking in, the realization of what had just happened somehow hitting him with all the weight of a firehose to the chest.

The younger firefighter grinned wide and said, “Yeah, we’re gonna be married! I can’t wait ‘til I get to call you husband…”

All of the air left his lungs at once.

He nodded.

“Yeah. Husband,” he said breathlessly, reaching out and lightly tracing his fingers along Evan��s jawline, darting his eyes between his lips and baby blues—no, sky blues, he mentally corrected. Eyes as blue as the sky that he had escaped to at the age of eighteen, skies that he was willing to let go of for the rest of his life if it meant waking up to seeing them right next to him every morning until he could no longer open his own eyes.

Evan then said, “So…we gonna head home, now? Tell everyone the good news?”

Tommy shook his head and softly replied, “Not just yet. I want this to be just us for a little while longer. Is that okay?” he asked, nervous, but his fiancé nodded and skated his thumb over the back of his hand and said, “Yeah, it is. We can keep it to ourselves a bit longer. Just us.”

They stayed like that for a while, sitting and staring, and the airman found himself constantly running his fingers over the ring on Evan’s finger, still baffled by the fact that he had said yes.

Unexpectedly, Evan broke the silence with, “So…when you were asking me about my favorite season earlier, were you trying to figure out when you wanted us to get married?” and he shyly nodded and ducked his eyes. His fiancé chuckled and said, “You know what, I don’t care when we get married, just that we do. Now…how long do you want to keep this between us? Because the moment we tell Chimney, everyone will know,” and Tommy rolled his eyes and groaned.

“Ugh, I know, but I also know that you want to tell your sister as soon as possible, and once she knows, then Howie knows, and…yeah.”

They shared a look.

…and then Tommy said, “How’s this. We keep it to ourselves for the next few days. You’ll have to keep the ring off during work hours, anyway, so it shouldn’t be too hard to hide,” he added with a head tilt. “When you’re ready, we tell them. Not a moment before.”

He rubbed his finger over the ring one more time.

“Only when you’re ready…”

It felt soft and sweet when Evan leaned in and kissed him, none of the manic energy and passion from before, but somehow with even more love than before and he sank into it, enjoying the way it made his brain go quiet, and by the time they both pulled back he was feeling lightheaded in the best way possible and so took a moment to catch his breath by resting his forehead against Evan’s, wondering if they stayed like that long enough that his birthmark would be etched onto his skin, as well.

Evan then said, “I like that idea. Not sure how long I can keep it a secret, though, to be honest,” and Tommy snorted and shook his head and said, “Yeah, why am I not surprised? Don’t worry about it, Evan. Just do it when it feels right.”

His fiancé arched an eyebrow at him.

“I, uh—I kinda wanna call Maddie right now,” he admitted, and the airman threw his head back and barked out a laugh and said, “I think ten minutes isn’t quite enough time. Give it a few hours, at least?” and they broke into giggles together and ended up on their sides in the grass, staring at each other as they tried to come down from their laughter.

Evan calmed down first and said, “Yeah, I can…I can do that.”

They laid there for a little while longer, Tommy basking in the hope and love that he felt…and then the young fireman said, “God, I can’t wait to be married to you…”

…and Tommy smiled.

He couldn’t wait, either.

[nephilimeq]

Like A Kid Again

Prompt: Banter

@bucktommyfluffebruary

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/162682855

Buck followed after his boyfriend, trying to figure out what had gotten into him.

With his fingers tightly gripping his, he practically dragged him further up the hill, looking as though he was going to be taking them all the way up to the crest, and Buck shook his head and attempted to pull out of his grip, saying, “Hey, I said we could have a picnic and I already did all the hiking up here, I’m not doing more of that,” and was thrilled when he escaped from his grip and moved out of reach, skipping backwards, grinning as Tommy reached out to grab at his waist, but missing by a mile.

“Ha! Nice try!” he teased, being careful of his footing, making sure that he didn’t slip on the slick grass at the same time he dodged his boyfriend’s attempts to recapture him—and then was suddenly taken aback when Tommy caught up to him and managed to get his fingers around the back of his shirt, pulling him towards him.

“Got you,” he muttered, sounding far too smug.

Buck twisted and managed to get out his grasp a second time and tried to run off a second time.

“Gotta catch me!” he shouted over his shoulder, smiling wide when he saw Tommy trying to catch up to him, for once his long legs coming in handy as he ran from him, not quite going full speed, but going just fast enough to make him work for it.

--

Tommy did his best to catch his breath as he tried to catch up to Evan, his boyfriend suddenly in a mood, and he prayed that the gazelle-legged idiot didn’t ruin his plans. The ring was in his pocket, zipped up tightly, but as it bounced against his side as he jogged after his boyfriend, he felt a flutter of nerves.

He loved Evan, that much was certain…but was it too soon?

Was it too soon to ask him to spend the rest of his life with him and wake up every morning next to the same person without ever letting him have the chance to experience anything else outside of his first queer relationship?

Wait, no. He shook his head as he picked up his speed, trying to catch up to his boyfriend, reminding himself that he was doing Evan a disservice by thinking that just because he was his first relationship with a guy that he didn’t know what he was getting himself into—hell, that had been one of the things they’d talked about when they got back together, about how he had made assumptions and made decisions for the two of them instead of talking it over with him.

Tommy’s hand caught the edge of his boyfriend’s shirt a second time, and he did his best to shove the thought to the side—

—but then Evan slipped away again, saying, “You gotta do better than that!” and he narrowed his eyes and refocused on trying to catch the thirty-four year old man who had suddenly turned into a child playing a game of tag or keep-away.

The item in question being kept? His heart.

As hokey as it was, there was something freeing in the way he chased after him over the wide expanse of grass, both of them being careful to avoid the edges where there were trees, knowing that there was a dangerous drop-off on the other side, and Tommy smirked as he realized how he could catch him and yelled, “Don’t go over the edge! I don’t have a helicopter to catch you, and our cell service is spotty, at best!” and Evan almost immediately slowed down.

…and Tommy lunged forward, thrilled when he got both of his hands around his waist.

--

“Got you,” the airman whispered into Buck’s ear, and he shivered, but at the same time tried to pull out of his grip. When he found he couldn’t, he did his best to wriggle against him in an attempt to distract him, but Tommy merely said, “Nice try, but even your perfect ass isn’t gonna distract me…”

He moved one hand and reached down and lightly slapped it.

Buck grunted.

“Ugh, babe…don’t start something you can’t finish,” he lowly said, and his boyfriend chuckled and breathed into his ear, “Who says I can’t finish?” and Buck rolled his eyes and swiftly turned around and gave him a look, no longer trying to get away from him, and said as he levelled his eyes at him, “We are in a public space, I don’t care that we are isolated in the middle of nature, I am not letting you dick me down here in the grass,” and was thrilled when that earned him a full body laugh, Tommy’s eyes crinkling up, his nose scrunching in the process, one of his favorite things to see on him.

While laughing, Tommy managed to gasp out, “Dick…dick you down? You…you thought that was…was the right…right phrase to use?” and Buck nodded, not budging one bit, moving his hand around his hip to pull him close.

“Oh, I’m sorry, what would you have me use? Laying me low? Having grassy congress? Logging my—?”

“Don’t finish that sentence. I beg of you,” he softly pleaded, his eyes wide, and Buck snorted and shook his head and got closer to him and said, “Okay, but only because you asked so nicely,” feeling the way his boyfriend’s fingers slipped into his back pocket and gently groped him.

“By the way, what’s gotten into you?” he asked the airman, curious as to his mood. “First you take over my picnic, and, you know, I was chill with that. It’s a good spot, nice and romantic, don’t think I could’ve picked a better place. Second, you start taking pictures of the food…and then third, you decided to drag me further up the hill to the very edge of what I think is reasonable. So…let me ask my question again: what’s gotten into you?”

Tommy’s expression turned soft.

“I dunno. Just…follow me, will you?”

He slowly unwound himself from him and instead gently held his head and gave him a beckoning look with his eyes, and Buck felt a flutter in his chest and he nodded, following his boyfriend up the hill, closer to the edge, putting his trust in him…

[nephilimeq]

There Are Darknesses

AKA, the story where Benedict is a vampire and decides to get rid of his abusive brother in order to protect the woman that he loves.

Rated EXPLICIT

(fyi, this is a dark fic with a happy ending, but when I say dark I mean it is very graphic in the death of one of the characters)

[nephilimeq]

When All Else Fails...Join the Circus

(aka the modern circus au that no one asked for where Benedict is a juggling contortionist and Penelope is a burlesque dancer, both of them working for the same traveling circus, and they meet and fall in love)

Title: "when all else fails...join the circus"

Rating: Mature

[nephilimeq]

Title: "and in the middle of my chaos...there was you"

Rating: Mature

Summary: Loki is locked up after the events of New York...and while locked up, he discovers there is still a mental link to the man that he turned against his own—Clint Barton. Tentatively, he reaches out to him, curious about why (and how) they are connected. How the archer reacts takes them both by surprise and forges a bond between them that neither of them were expecting or searching for.

[nephilimeq]

“I Told the Stars”

Title: “I Told the Stars” Author: NephilimEQ Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Summary:  Loki and Clint relax on a beach on the far side of the universe, free from any cares, and the god of mischief marvels at the fact that he is finally happy.

--------

“I told the stars about you,” he whispered as he lay next to his archer in the tall grass up in the dunes.

Clint turned his head and gray eyes met green.

“You told the stars about me?” he murmured.

His dark blonde hair was swept up into small tufts, the wind sifting through it as if it was as soft as the grassy dune that they lay in. Loki stared at him, still marveling at the fact that he was with him—that he had been chosen by him. Chosen. By him.

Clint had his hands tucked behind his head, one leg bent, his jean covered knee bent and pointing like one of his arrows straight towards the soft clouds above them, while Loki laid next to him, his own hands clasped lightly across his stomach, his legs sprawled lazily. The archer had already turned his eyes back up to the sky, while the young god realized that he could not pull his eyes away from the man that lay next to him in the grassy knoll above the beach.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“Yes. I did.”

Clint smiled.

“What’d you tell them? The stars, I mean,” he asked, sounding equal parts amused and intrigued... ( Read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45188038 )

[nephilimeq]

Not Even Thinking We Could Tame the Wild

Here is the fanfic that I was working on for the past two months for the Witcher Winter Gift Exchange! @whispered-story​ just for you! and thanks to @witcherficwriters​ for giving me this opportunity.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43811290/chapters/110167045

Not Even Thinking We Could Tame the Wild

Word Count: 65k+

Rating: E

Summary: Geralt has invited the bard back to Kaer Morhen a year after the events of Voleth Meir -- though Jaskier is eager, he still has doubts, remembering all that has come between him and the other witchers in the past. As he makes the decision to stay with him, his heart fully pledged to the man that he decided to follow all those years before, he knows that something about himself has changed and he is scared of what it means. ...And what will Geralt do when he finds out the truth about his bard?

[nephilimeq]

"How Did it End Up Like This" by NephilimEQ

Rating: E, Word Count: ~37k, Status: Complete

Chapter 1

John had kept his comm off the evening before and all morning, as well, determined to finish his run in peace and quiet. He’d been interrupted the past three mornings by Rodney, who had found a whole bunch of new items from one of the recovered labs and had been dragging John back to the lab to use him as a guinea pig. He was getting sick and tired of it, so he had brought it along with him, but just hadn’t bothered to put it on. As he finished his run, however, he made the mistake of popping it back on and heard--

“--eppard, I repeat, Colonel Sheppard, please come to my office, it seems we have a situation.”

It was Carter and she sounded pissed.

He tapped it and replied, “On my way, ma’am. Sorry about that,” he quickly apologized. “I was on a run and forgot to turn it on.”

He didn’t even need to hear her reply to know that she was rolling her eyes at him, so instead he just picked up his pace and made his way to her office as quickly as he could, wondering what was bad enough that they needed him right away but didn’t feel the need to alert the rest of the base about. Not a wraith attack, obviously.

As soon as he stepped into the office, however, he saw what the problem was.

Standing in the middle of Carter’s office was a blonde teenager in an Atlantis base uniform two sizes too big for him, rolling his eyes and saying, “Oh, and you think Sheppard will be able to help?”

John looked at him, certain that he recognized him, and then dimly became aware of the fact that Carson, Ronon, and Teyla were also in the room. Carson looked worried, Ronon looked bored, and Teyla, at seeing John, raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a look that he recognized as gentle concern.

Finally, John said, trying to make a joke, “Uh…what’s going on here? Did the Daedalus have a stowaway on its last shipment?”

At his remark, Sam tilted her head at him and answered, “That is the reigning theory, at the moment, because I don’t think what he’s telling us is the truth, but if anyone would know, then we figured that you would know, which is why I asked you here.”

“Why’s Carson here?” he asked, curious, and she let out a long sigh and said, “He’s here for verifying this young man’s claim.”

“Claim?” the teenager said, giving her an incredulous look. “Claim?! I’m not claiming anything! I am stating a fact. Last night I went to bed perfectly normal and then I woke up like this!”

He gestured one wild hand at his body, while the other maintained a firm grip on the top part of his pants, and John felt even more in the dark than before. He felt like he had just walked in on the tail end of a much longer conversation, and he was baffled as to what the beginning and middle of it had been, because it seemed that it had been going on for quite a while before he’d arrived.

Trying to pick a less flammable part of the topic, he carefully asked, “And why’s Ronon here?”, already figuring that Teyla was there to de-escalate the situation.

Carter sharply replied, “He had to manhandle our guest. For now, Ronon is here for protection.”

“I’m not a threat!” the teenager said in a tone that was remarkably familiar to John. “Even when I wasn’t like this, I’ve never been a threat! Now, would you please let me go back to my room and see if I can find some clothes that don’t make me look like a damn scarecrow that still needs to be stuffed?” He gesticulated widely with his arms and John knew he recognized those gestures, and then the kid said, “Look, I get that you’re just trying to do the right thing, but so am I, and until I can figure out what the device did to me and reverse it before it’s permanent, I would like to be wearing clothes that don’t make me trip head over ass every three feet!”

Eyes wide with recognition, and not even thinking about what he was saying, John stepped forward.

“Rodney?”

The teenager threw his hands up in relief and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Finally! Can you try telling them that?”

Read the rest on AO3

[nephilimeq]

So, here this is. A little Supernatural RPF to heal the wounds that the finale left in everyone. Yes, it's Cockles, but the wives approve. If you don't want to read it, then don't read it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27674920

[nephilimeq]

Summary:  Jaskier steps into a new coffee shop, Kaer Morhen Mocha, and ends up seeing the most beautiful man he's ever seen in his life...and so he does what he does with all the things in his personal life: he tweets about it.

--

While he waited for his food and drink, he looked around the coffee shop, getting a feel for the type of clientele that they drew in. It seemed to be a mix of people Ciri’s age (late teens), up to people in their mid-forties, and they seemed to come from all walks of life: he saw long-haired hippies, a few of the typical hipster crowd in their suspenders, fedoras, and beards, and then there were even a few metalheads, it looked like, as he strained and looked over in the far corner at a small group of men in their late thirties all wearing t-shirts with that god-awful metal band The Drowners on the front of it.

As he looked, fascinated by the sheer diversity, he pulled out his phone and opened his twitter account, thinking he might send off a couple of tweets into the void. When he looked back up, his eyes caught on someone with neon pink hair and then he suddenly saw a flash of silver-gray hair in the corner of his eye, and it intrigued him.

He turned a bit in his seat, trying to keep from being obvious, to get a better look…and just about swallowed his tongue.

Good god.

Holy Christ on a cracker, no man should be allowed to look that good.

--

Read the entire thing here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26447020

[nephilimeq]

“Hello, Goodbye”

A Snape/Hermione Fanfic - Complete

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24843958

Excerpt:

As she waited, she took a quick glance around the coffee shop that had become almost a second home to her, and was startled to see a familiar profile in the front corner, one that she hadn't seen since the day right after the war.

It was Severus Snape.

She marveled for a moment, wondering just what a man like him would be doing in muggle London, but then came to the conclusion that he was there for the exact same reason that she was: to escape. It wasn’t exactly easy for either of them to live in the wizarding world, considering they were all considered the heroes of the century.

Just leaving the house had her accosted in the street, and she hated it. So, she knew that if she hated it, then it was most certainly a nightmare for the man who had always loathed company.

As if he could feel her eyes on him, he lifted his head from his coffee, which she was certain was black, with no sugar or cream or milk of any kind, and Hermione was slightly startled at what she saw. His skin wasn’t as sallow, his hair not as greasy, and the tension that she was used to seeing in his shoulders was absent.

He still wore black, of course, she would have expected nothing less from him.

[nephilimeq]

The Atlantis League

Wrote this in three days, and I am stupidly proud of it.

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Pokemon Fusion

Title: "The Atlantis League"

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard

Status: COMPLETE

Summary: Master Pokemon Trainer Rodney McKay has no time for pointless battles with pre-teen kids who think they're actually going somewhere with their pokemon. In the Atlantis Region, you either adapt and overcome, or you get beaten by one Rodney McKay. And then John Sheppard saunters into town.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24681736

[nephilimeq]

“Pick A Base”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24515869 

Pick A Base

“You okay?” Steve asked as he held Grace, and she hummed back at him, “Mmhm,” and then he asked again, “You sure?”

He looked up and over at Danny as Grace pulled slightly back from him, locking eyes with his partner as he reassured himself with Grace’s presence, squeezing her shoulder, doing everything he could to make sure that she was really there and that he wasn’t imagining things.

And then he saw Danny was silent, just staring at him, and he couldn’t help but ask incredulously, “Well, nothing? Nothing? No hug?”

Danny had never looked so relieved in his life as he lifted his hand and replied, “I am so happy to see you right now, I’ll give you a hug, I’ll give you a kiss, pick a base!”

Steve’s first instinct was to go in for the kiss, and so he decided it would be safer ask for a hug…but then at the last second he decided, damn the consequences, and reached out towards Danny, letting go of Grace, ignoring the fact that they were in the middle of a whole bunch of high schoolers, and put a hand on Danny’s jaw and drew his lips up to his, realizing that now might be his only chance.

The instant their lips touched, Steve’s first thought was, This is what I’ve been missing.

He didn’t notice much of what was going on around them, just that Danny was returning his kiss with fervor, his own hand coming up and wrapping firmly around the back of Steve’s neck, holding him there, not letting him go, which he was perfectly fine with. He didn’t know exactly how long they kissed, all he knew was that it wasn’t long enough…and then it was suddenly broken when he heard a cough from off to the side.

Steve pulled back quickly, feeling his face go hot, and ducked his eyes when he heard Kono say smugly, with an arch of her eyebrow, “It’s taken you two long enough,” followed by Chin laughing and adding, “Figures it would take an incident like this to finally get you two together,” at which Steve lifted his eyes and retorted, one finger in the air, “Hey, that is entirely not fair!”

At that point, Grover was over with them, his arm still slung over his son’s shoulder and he shook his head and chuckled.

“Oh, it’s entirely fair, McGarrett. We all knew it was gonna happen this way sooner or later, though I wish it had been later. I just lost a hundred bucks because of you!”

Steve’s gaze went wider as he stared at the older man in shock, and said accusatorily, “Wait…are you saying that you bet on us getting together and that there was a time limit? How long has this been going on? What, what, what was your bet for? Two, three months from now?”

Lou shook his head and grinned as he said, “I bet on two years from now. You just blew it.”

Steve looked at the rest of his team, who were all giving him amused looks, and then looked back at Danny and said, “Did you know about this?”

He shook his head and said, “No, but it does explain why Chin and Kono have been mentioning over the past few weeks how much time the two of us have been spending together, and it also explains why Chin’s grinning from ear to ear like a man who has just made bank. C’mon, what’d you bet on us? And, to echo Steve’s question, how long has this bet been going on?”

Chin shrugged and clapped the detective on the shoulder and said, “How about I tell you guys everything over an early breakfast? I’ll take us all out. My treat.”

“Oh, your treat? You mean on our money,” retorted Lou and Steve couldn’t help but grin as he slid his arm around both Grace and Danny’s shoulders, the girl tucked between the two of them.

A little while later found them all crowded around two tables shoved together at one of the local diners, Grace and Will sitting next to each other, their dads on either side of them, and Steve pressed up against Danny’s other side, the two of them knocking knees under the table while they interrogated their teammates, trying to figure out just how long their friends had been betting on them and talking about the two of them behind their backs.

“Are you telling me that you and Chin have been betting about the two of us just two months after we all started working together?” Steve asked, incredulous, as he took a bite of the food on his plate, and Kono smiled back at him.

“Oh, yeah. I saw how two were able to get under each other’s skin and I just knew. C’mon, boss,” she said with a wink and a grin, “How long have you been dying to plant one on Williams, here?”

Steve let out a frustrated sound and tried to deny it by saying, “Hey! I have not been dying to plant one on him, as you so eloquently put it,” but Kono rolled her eyes and snorted and shot back, “Ha! Yeah, sure you haven’t boss,” and she stole a french fry from her cousin’s plate, and Chin tried to slap her hand away.

Steve glanced at Danny, who was now leaning into him, his shoulder and upper arm firm against his.

“So, exactly how much money did you make on this bet, Chin?” Danny asked, waving one of his own french fries in the air, sounding thoroughly annoyed. “Because I feel like Steve and I deserve that money because we’re the ones who got together with no help from you, so--”

“Hold up, are you serious?” Chin interrupted, turning his head away from chastising his cousin.

“Yes, that is his serious face,” Steve said, dipping a finger into the gravy on his plate and licking it off, staring fondly at his partner’s profile as he went off on Chin.

Danny leaned forward on his arm and drawled, “I am completely serious. That money deserves to be in my--” Steve jabbed him in the side. “Our pockets. All this time you guys have been trying to make money on this theoretical relationship of ours that may or not happen, so I feel that the two of us are entitled to that money. Now, I will ask you again: How much money did you make on this bet? Also, out of curiosity, just when exactly did you predict us getting together?”

Chin chuckled and leaned back, taking a sip from his drink, and then shook his head and said, “I kinda don’t want to tell you, now, but I will.” He took a deep breath and let it out. “To answer your second question, I purposely did not predict a time, but a circumstance: that it would be one of you saving the other and you would kiss in the heat of the moment. I was right.”

He arched a smug eyebrow at the two of them, and Steve rolled his eyes while Danny made an irritated sound in the back of his throat.

“Now, to answer your first question…I made enough to pay for all of our meals and still have enough left over for some updates on my motorcycle,” he finished with a smirk, leaning forward in his chair and throwing a french fry at his cousin, winking at Grace, who laughed and rolled her eyes.

Steve watched in amusement as Danny looked thoroughly annoyed at seeing his daughter conspiring with one of his friends.  

Danny then said, “Okay, then it’s official: I am breaking up with Steve just so you won’t get to live off of the spoils of ill-gotten gains. Illegal ones, actually,” he corrected. “Because I believe it is illegal to gamble in the state of Hawaii, and that is what you just did! Steve, hand me the handcuffs, I’m takin’ Chin to jail,” he said, reaching down for the item in question at Steve’s waist, but he just shook his head and batted his hands away and retorted, “Hey, no can do, buddy! Since there wasn’t a bookie involved, technically it’s all legal…”

He smirked at Danny, and his partner glared at him and drawled, “Okay, that’s how you’re going to deal with this? With jokes and humor at my expense?”

Steve rolled his eyes and shut Danny up in the way that he’d thought of doing a million times as he started to ramble and gently pulled him in for a kiss, just softly brushing his lips of the detective’s, and his mouth twitched when he heard a collective, “Awww,” from the table.

As soon as he pulled back, he was met with a look of judgement from Danny, one eyebrow arched and a hand pointed in his direction.

“Oh, so this is a thing, now? I start talking and you kiss me to shut me up?”

Steve nodded.

“Yeah, I think it is.” He tilted his head and wrapped his arm around Danny’s shoulders and brushed his thumb up against his neck. “I, uh, don’t hear anyone complaining about it.”

Everyone around the table laughed, to which Danny rolled his eyes and gestured at himself and quipped, “Excuse me, but I am complaining about it, I was just a second ago, are you deaf? Or do you just have selective hearing?” Steve chuckled and Danny continued. “Because as much as I love you, babe, and your lips, that technique is not going to get you out of listening to me complain, capiche? Now, if possible, can we please get back to whatever meal this is? Dinner, breakfast, something in-between? I mean, look,” he said, pointing at everyone’s plates. “Chin and Kono are eating burgers and fries, our kids and Grover are eating pancakes, and you, you caveman, have some sort of ironman protein plate. I mean, you kinda ruin it with the gravy, but still, what the hell is this?”

He picked up one of his sausages and waved it at him before taking a bite out of it, and Steve rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance, but fell a little bit more in love with him.

As Danny continued to ramble (and steal food from Steve’s plate), Steve settled himself more comfortably against the man that was now more than just his partner and best friend, but most assuredly the man he knew that he could never live without.

He hooked his ankle around Danny’s and kept his arm around his shoulders, glancing over the table and smiling at seeing everyone laughing at something that Lou had said…and then as he snuck his other hand over to discreetly squeeze at his thigh, he saw a faint smile at the corner of Danny’s mouth and he knew.

He’d picked the right base.