#or if they're NOT. and this fic is NOT in the us. the barest hint of research into what usa-specific things shouldn't be there

[lgbtlunaverse]

The thing is: there's actually absolutely nothing wrong with modern/university/highschool or whatever AUs that take characters originally from japan or china or korea or any other country and plop them in america. There's a huge and varied disapora population in the us, and if the (usually usa) author wants to write about characters in a setting familiar to them that's perfectly normal and fine.

But what gets really jarring is when a fic clearly takes place in the united states but it doesn't know it takes place in the united states. Characters are just going to us-style schools and colleges and eating fluffy pancakes with maple syrup but they're also still using honorifics like -ge or -hyung or -kun and names are said last name – first name so you think ok they live in the usa but speak their native tongue around each other. That makes sense. Except it's never actually mentioned or talked about and no one ever switches to english in public, no one is relieved to have friends from the same ethnicity, no one has family that still lives overseas, no one talks about not being able to get certain ingredients at the grocery store to cook their favorite childhood dishes, and no one in general seems to be even be aware that they're diaspora. As if the fic isn't even meant to be in the us.

It's like the reverse of ace attorney's japanifornia, instead of a los angeles with an incredible amount of japanese cultural influence they live in a japan where everything just happens to be usamerican.

[wannab-urs]

Pedro Pascal Character Fic Recs | Vol 37

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy folks!

Welcome to my bi-weekly fic rec list! This is everything I read in the last two weeks. It's... a lot. I did March Fic Madness and also just was generally in a reading mood so there's like 40 fics here. They're in alphabetical order by boy.

All info provided by the author unless it was blank, in which case I filled it in.

Constellations in his eyes

Dave York one shot by @janaispunk

Your fiancé stands you up on your birthday. Dave doesn’t.

infidelity, shitty boyfriend, angst, fluff, kissing, able-bodied reader, reader has hair, no use of y/n

What Love Means

Dave York one shot by @ravensmadreads

Dave has a panic attack and you help him through it

So David is probably ooc (but this version of him is my comfort character sorry), description of a panic attack, mentions of canon violence, and like the barest hint at smut.

The Mess of Us

Dave York one shot by @ravensmadreads

I gave david york my heart and then proceeded to bash it with a sledgehammer - forgive me :p this is the same universe as What Love Means

vague smut, lots of angst (i mean i tried), almost entirely canon compliant, vague-ish attempt at smut, mild cursing, insane use of italics.

The One

Dieter one shot by @schnarfer

If one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

Bit of emotional torment, drink and drugs references, Dieter POV, happy ending? Always Fleabag coded.

Purple Haze

Dieter one shot by @schnarfer

that boy put a spell on you

1960’s London Dieter Bravo AU, heavy on the British slang, explicit alcohol and drug references, reader is a model but no physical descriptions, outfit descriptions, swearing, sort of enemies to lovers if you squint, smut; protected PIV, light bondage, reader is in control and Dieter is a subby puddle, pet names (angel, doll, darling), light dirty talk, playful slaps. Just a note we’re always very Fleabag coded here.

House Arrest

Dieter one shot by @rulexofxnines

Dieter stays over at your place out of desperation. Things get out of hand so you take control of the situation.

forced proximity, only one bed, a goat

The Howler Monkey

Dieter one shot by @covetyou

You got him here, he was safely tucked away upstairs and everything was going, mostly, according to plan. So, who the fuck is screaming?

no smut but some nudity, implied drug use/addiction, little bit silly, mildly angsty, performance anxiety, screaming, Dieter Bravo's soft cock. basically mild hurt/comfort/fluff with my usual bit of silliness.

Vampire!Dieter

Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

Interview with a vampire, gatsby style

flirting, a bit of blood, maybe dubcon due to The Thrall but i think it's safe to say we all want It from vampire!dieter, unbeta-ed because i needed to write something or someone was going to die

Brick House

Dieter one shot by @nerdieforpedro

Dieter buys a house for you and the baby

mention of past drug use, fertility issues, mention of sperm donation and clinics, false pretenses, Dieter might be a bit obsessed or a lot

Stay sexy and don't get murdered

Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

Trapped behind a secret wall to hide from a murderer, the close proximity forces you and Dieter to confront feelings you rather bury underneath your case to prove your favorite neighbor didn’t commit suicide.

brief moments of tv-appropiate terror, arguing, mentions of suicide, mentions of death/murder, but more importantly: smut (like half of this is smut), oral (f!receiving), dieter’s bare ass nearly catching on fire, too many feelings for something that started as a crack fic idea

Fare Well

Dieter one shot by @nerdieforpedro

Dieter has been working so hard. He still has an issue that might be because of his mind. What can he do about it? Do anything else.

unhealthy coping, sexual dysfunction, sex work, teasing, pet names, sexual activity (actual and implied I think? I should know. 🙃)

A poor plan to confess

Dieter one shot by @nerdieforpedro

Dieter is doing his best to stay sober. You have a large part in his plans. They aren’t well thought out.

Dieter being a bit rude, porn use, mention of masturbation, teasing, improper toy use?, very bad communication, some mentions of sexual activities and acts, Nerdie is unsure of what she wrote

Conversation Pit

Dieter one shot @thosewickedlovelies

You’re viewing a mansion with Dieter, and it has a conversation pit. Does he have the discipline to keep his hands to himself?

friends with benefits, SMUT: Dieter’s favorite dom appears 👀 could it be someone we know?; mmf threesome, piv sex, semipublic sex but don’t worry, edging (m receiving), references to sex work

Lush

Din one shot by @the-scandalorian

Mando makes regular visits to the healing baths.

touch-starved Din; reader is blindfolded; smut

Immortal By Design

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

Din Djarin picks up a mysterious job at the Bounty Hunter’s Guild from a high paying client that specifically requested him. Once he tracks down the bounty, he discovers two things— you tracking the bounty for different reasons entirely and a lot more than he bargained for.

reader is able-bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), no Grogu in this universe, possession, cursed object, dark!Din, monsterfucking (I think), Din has heightened capabilities, dub con/noncon, restraints, reader gets captured, oral sex (M and F receiving), rough oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mir’sheb = smart ass, character death, no use of y/n

Enchanted to Meet You

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

You’re a senator for the New Republic and tonight you’re forced to attend the New Republic Gala. Senator Xiono won’t leave you alone but that in turn leads you to meet Mando, a security guard at the event. And that leaves you wonderstruck.

Reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, reader has consumed alcohol, creepy guy at the gala, fingering, semi public sex, vaginal sex, pull out method, pet names (cyar’ika, mesh’la), no use of y/n

I don't mind bleeding

Din one shot by @quicksilvermad

You and the Mandalorian have a mutually beneficial relationship—he pays your rent and you feed him when he needs fresh blood.

vampire!Din, blood, PIV sex, biting, sex work, second person POV, AFAB Reader, one instance of "good girl", aftercare

Bound

Din one shot by @frannyzooey

It’s your thighs he’s bound this time — not your hands for a change.

smut, bondage, AU

Hello to the Green

Ezra one shot by @the-blind-assassin-12

Down a ship, a crew, and a working air filter, and suffering from a rapidly worsening infection, Ezra makes one last ditch effort to get home. And he hopes it’s enough.

language, angst, injury and illness, death

Paint With Me

Frankie one shot by @bitchesuntitled

You have a crush on the dad of your daughter’s best friend.

Sexual innuendos and cursing

Right on Cue

Frankie one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

The quiet bartender lends you a hand after you've closed up for the night.

reader is able-bodied but otherwise undescribed. Oral sex f receiving, protected PIV, that's pretty much it. this is just PWP

Door Number Three

Javi G drabble by @morallyinept

Javi shows you what he keeps behind that mirrored door

Character talk alludes to sexy things.

Dámelo

Javi P one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

You want more. Javi wants to give it to you. You just have to give him something first.

mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, aftercare. reader is able-bodied but otherwise undescribed.

Dress Up Joel

Joel series @covetyou

when a mysterious stranger breaks into your house, and keeps breaking into your house, he gives you the fright, and the ride, of your life. Welcome to your seasonal encounters with one Mr. Joel Miller.

sex toys, dress up, festive/seasonal shenanigans, no use of Y/N, see individual fics for additional warnings

He Knows

Joel/Tommy one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Joel knows you have a little thing for his younger brother so decides to indulge you for your birthday.

gonna state this very clearly: joel gets cucked by tommy and watches, everyone is consenting and it's discussed beforehand, piv, dirty talk, possessive!joel, daddy kink, size kink, established relationship between joel and reader, jealousy, some brotherly rivalry, facial, mild degradation kink, creampie

Does Your Mother Know

Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

Joel finds a pretty young thing on the beach to spend some time with on his vacation.

reader is able-bodied, reader wears a bikini & a dress, no outbreak AU, ambiguous beach location, both reader and Joel consume alcohol, age gap (20 years), oral sex (F and M receiving), semi public sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is on birth control, pet names (sweetheart, baby), no use of y/n

Tear You Apart

Joel one shot by @mermaidgirl30

Joel comes for you late at night. He always does. Always stalks, chases, and prowls after you like a starving wolf. And when he catches you, he devours you, feeds on you like the animal he is. Will you run and hide or will you give into the temptation that calls you in the forest?

Dark themes, Little red riding hood references, dark! Joel, Joel is a menace, oral, fingering, choking, unprotected P in V, cream pie, filthy smut, degrading actions, not really violent but lots of dark themes, manipulation, rough sex, dirty talk, Joel calls reader little lamb, possessive Joel, feral! Joel, post outbreak! Joel, controlling Joel, dom! Joel, submissive reader, Joel x fem! reader, Joel is in his late 40’s and reader is in her late 20’s

inhale, exhale

Joel one shot by @sp00kymulderr

This world is not made for intimacy and both of you know it.

Fingering, mentions of sex, smoking (both reader and Joel), canon typical violence mentions, needy!Joel, fear of intimacy. Barely edited as usual.

One Day at a Time

Joel series by @sixhours

Joel becomes a dad. Again

soft!Joel, no really super soft!Joel, Joel is bad at feelings and relationships, Joel is a sap, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff

mine

Joel one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

You encounter a frightening beast in the forest after getting separated from your group. Instead of killing you, he spares your life - the first of many surprises from this mysterious creature.

it's Joel Miller as a humanoid monster beast creature with a massive cock idk what you want me to say, creative liberties with anatomy and bodily fluids, they're soulmates because I wrote this so of course they are, monster!Joel can talk a little but it wouldn't kill him to watch a few episodes of Reading Rainbow or do some alphabet flash cards tbh, one curious use of an aquifer as a metaphor

Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To

Joel one shot by @freelancearsonist

Joel finds a familiar face while out on a smuggling run.

Rated PG for pure angst, one single kiss, and references to Joel's self-inflicted gun wound/self harm

Ahórcame, Papí

Joel/Frankie/Ezra one shot by @marisferasiop

After he gives a recovering addict a job (and subsequently falls head over heels for him), Joel and Frankie have a sweet, fulfilling relationship as Daddy and little exploring their kinks. Then, they meet Ezra at a leather club, another damaged vet with his own issues and kinks. They take him home, and he never really leaves.

Daddy Kink, Daddy/littles, pup kink, Breathplay (hands on throats), Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Delay, Orgasm Control "Training", Light BDSM, Aftercare, Soft Dom Joel, vers Ezra, Bottom Frankie Morales, Oral Sex, Cockwarming, AnalSex, Anal Play, Anal Plug, Breeding Kink, Heat/rut kink, PTSD mention (vets), gags, fingering, choking, cum eating, prostate milking, fucking machine mention, the elusive "sissygasm"

On the Verge of a Usual Mistake

Lucien/Dieter two shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

You've been avoiding your exes Dieter Bravo and Lucien Flores all night at this event, but you're forced to come to terms with how things ended in both relationships when they seek to right their wrongs.

this is truly just porn with minimal plot (I'm so proud of myself lol), Dieter and Lucien are messy exes, threesome activities, Twister but with genitalia, Daddy and Papi kinks

In shades of gray and candlelight

Marcus P one shot by @freelancearsonist

Nothing good starts in a getaway car, but you sure do have fun delaying the inevitable.

artist!reader my beloved (reader is able-bodied, basic female anatomy and feminine pronouns used, reader is described as having hair that is long enough to be put up but otherwise she’s a blank slate), unprotected p in v sex, cum swallowing, creampie, semi-public sex acts, oral (r + m receiving), handjobs, fingering, very light switchy dom/sub dynamics, a couple spanks, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, baby, honey), heavy praise kink, light size kink, consent king!marcus, just like the song it does not end happily

headshots

Marcus P series by @secretelephanttattoo

You're a photographer and you get a job working for the FBI, taking corporate headshots. On your first day, you run into a handsome Special Agent. The series follows their relationship.

Fluff. Smut. PIV. Romance. Flirting. So much kissing. Non-stop nuzzling. Tiny bit of angst. Marcus in his plaid shirts. Marcus on a motorbike. Skiing. A cameo. Sex talker Marcus.

The Infinity Cube

Marcus P/Various series by @littlemisspascal

When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe?

language, fluff, angst

12:32 PM

Marcus M one shot by @dancingtotuyo

Marcus likes to think he's moved on with life.

Grief, loss of a spouse (Wife), fluff

Given a name

Oberyn/Ellaria one shot by @missredherring

"This would be your greatest indulgence?" He asks, the edges of his beautiful mouth curling into a pleased grin. / How like a man to inflate his importance. It’s a pity that he isn’t wrong. / This will be my greatest selfishness.

Angst. Mentions of canon character deaths. Allusions to Greek mythology cos I'm a nerd. Reader chooses a name for herself.

Innocence need not tremble

Pero one shot by @brandyllyn

"I told you I don’t know how to fuck a maiden."

smut. PiV. starts rough. but gets better.

Cherry Wine

Whiskey one shot by @julesonrecord

Your marriage to your high school sweetheart has been hell for a long time, but when Jack discovers your awful secret, it all comes pouring out like a wine stain on the carpet. What do you find in the dregs?

MDNI; DDDNE; hurt people hurting people, domestic violence (verbal, physical, off stage neglect), there's a mention of human urine omg I'm truly horrified that survived the editing process, off stage drug use as a coping mechanism, alcoholism, infidelity, grief due to miscarriage/child loss, oblique suicidal ideations ("you should have killed me"); explicit smut; dirty talk; piv; fingering; possessive!Jack; emotional resolution?

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x22 There's No Place Like Home (Part 3)

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 826

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (28)

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Notes: I knew there was no way I could stick to just one drabble an episode for the CS movie, so I didn't even try. There will be 2 drabbles for 3x21 and 4 for 3x22. They are all written, so the plan is to post one per day until they're all posted.

Now what?

Emma turned in a circle, looking around Rumplestiltskin’s vault–so tall and vast, she couldn’t see the ceiling.  So compact there was no door or window.  Had they fixed the past only to die of hunger, thirst or suffocation?

Could they ever get a break?

She turned to see Killian picking up an urn and perusing it, and her heart rate spiked. “Wait! Don’t touch anything!” she said insistently. “If Rumple’s afraid of this stuff, there’s gotta be a reason.”

He placed the item back on a shelf, and turned to her, arms wide in a placating gesture. “I’m just trying to figure a way out.”

He was always the optimist.  Unfortunately, her optimism had all but run out.  They were at the end of the line.  “I don’t think there is one, and what’s the point?  You heard what he said; he can’t reopen the portal.”

Killian stepped forward, and gave her an intense look–one filled with hope and belief.  “But you can! All he said we need is magic.  You’re the savior, Swan. You can do it.”

Her heart plummeted. He always had such complete and indefatigable faith in her, but in this instance, she knew that faith was misplaced.  Her hands were tied, and she was of no more use in this situation than was the unconscious woman Killian had gently placed on the table.

“Not anymore.  I lost it,” she said simply.

A hint of something else–desperation? Frustration? Irritation?-- crept into his eyes as he stepped forward and spoke again. “When Zelena died, all of her spells were undone. Your powers should have been restored.”

What was he implying?

“Believe me, if I could make it work, I would,” she said shortly.  “You think I’m faking it?”

For the barest of moments, he hesitated, and she knew he was debating with himself whether or not to say what was on his mind.  A look of determination came over his face, and she knew he’d made his choice.

“I think not having magic makes it a hell of a lot easier for you to run back to New York and pretend to be somebody else,” he said, stepping closer to her, “but listen to me Swan. You’re not.  It’s time to stop running.”

It wasn’t fair of her after running so insistently from him and her real life for the past couple weeks; she knew that, but she couldn’t stop the frustration from mounting. “You think I don’t know that?” she bit out. “Yes, I run away; that’s how I’ve always survived, but believe me. I want this to work. I wanna go back; I wanna stop running.”

His eyebrows rose at that.  “What’s changed your mind?”

Emma thought back to last night when they’d found her mother again and Blue had been able to restore her.  She couldn’t hold herself back.  The joy and relief had been so strong she couldn’t possibly do anything but take her mother into her arms, laughing and crying, as she held on, cupping the back of Mary Margaret’s head.

“You’re alive!” she’d nearly sobbed.

When the hug came to an end, she looked at her mother to see nothing but a look of confusion. “Thank you. It would appear so.” 

Something inside of Emma had broken.  Suddenly, in a moment of total clarity, she’d seen the truth.  

She needed her family and she loved them more than anything.  Everything else had fallen away, all the fear, all the delusion.  She decided right then and there that whatever it took, she wanted to get back to her family–her current family, the ones who knew her and loved her and would be devastated if she left.  She wanted to get back and she didn’t ever want to leave again.

She did her best to convey all of this to Killian, pouring out her thoughts and emotion.  “Neal was right,” she finished.

“About what?” he asked, voice gentle.

“You don’t have a home until you just miss it,” she answered. “And being with my parents the last few days but not really being with them, I’ve never missed them more. Storybrooke is my home.”

It was the first time she’d spoken the words aloud, but she knew with absolute certainty that they were true.  Home, the word, the concept, the fact that she was ready to embrace hers left her feeling such warmth and belonging that it was as if it were spreading through her veins, to her very fingertips.

Killian smiled down at her, and she couldn’t stop her answering smile.  “What?” she asked.

“Look down,” he answered simply.

The wand she still held in her hand was glowing a bright, vibrant white, and Emma knew Killian was right.  Her magic was back.  All she’d needed to do was embrace it, embrace her home and family and destiny.

“I’d say you got your magic back,” he continued. “Now, should we go?”

Nothing in the world sounded better.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

You can't work together (when you avoid each other like the plague)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870 by Lees_Shadows Post-civil war, the 'rogues' are avengers on a probationary basis. Bucky still went to Wakanda, and got de-HYDRA. Peter's internship is real, he spends time with Tony in the lab making little gadgets n shit for Stark Ind. Exposition OVER! Peter didn't realise it until he was sat at Tony's bedside after the whole 'Zemo' fight thing, but when he and Steve had their fight... Peter could have DIED. To be fair, since then, he'd been through a few more near-death experiences (he's a vigilante, it's an occupational hazard), but this is still the first time a HERO was the one to hurt him. Looks like Tony's not the only one who has some healing to do in the aftermath of Steve's... well. Bucky was healed from all the HYDRA bullshit, so why was he freezing up every time he saw the spider-kid? He's nothing on the ex-Winter Soldier, master assassin- no, you know what? Fuck that, the kid caught his METAL ARM. What the FUCK?? That warrants some caution. It's not irrational, Sam, fuck you too! TL:DR; Peter is avoiding Steve because he has trauma from the airport fight. Bucky avoids Peter because the kid's STRONG. Miscommunications ensue. Words: 5843, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Everyone's worried about Peter, Part 1 of Marvel is Marvelling Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, (mentioned), more mentioned - Character, maybe others later - Character Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker Angst, Angst, Fluff, Brotherhood, between peter and bucky, Sam is Team Therapist, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, it's not bashing but it's not not bashing, u know?, inspired by a tiktok, check out radnasty on tiktok, their stuff is funny, and inspired this fic, those from TikTok who r here for this fic, HIIIIIIII, Miscommunication, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, it's okay though he's got bucky, They're friends your honour!, Peter's various brushes with death (TM), everyone is concerned about peter, Bucky Barnes & Shuri Friendship, mentioned - Freeform, Bucky knows the second that Shuri and Peter meet the world will end, He's gonna introduce them anyways, Steve and Bucky are codependent, which is how the miscommunication happens lol, there's a TikTok link within for the prompt this is based on, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no literally, I went on a four hour binge that ended at 2 am, and wrote 3000 words for this thing, no beta we die like men, Don't Like Don't Read, Enjoy!, multichapter because I don't know the meaning of concise, The Barest Hints Of, BAMF Peter Parker, Like, i'm not even kidding its in the last few hundred words of the second chapter, sorry do disappoint, maybe read the next one in the series for more? you know, when i write it read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870

[bropunzeling]

12, 18, 19 for the writer's meme? 😌

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

(1) that i would know the right title right away every time instead of staring down the ao3 posting form (2) that the things i think of when falling asleep would automatically show up in my notes app so i don't forget them (3) that the editing would just happen with no effort from me whatsoever

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

here is a bit from contact high:

In the night, they’ve shifted. Leon is pressed along Matthew’s side, one arm curled over Matthew’s stomach. His chin rests in the divot between Matthew’s shoulder and neck. With every deep, slow breath Matthew takes, Leon can feel his chest rise and fall under his hand. The barest amount of light filters through the gap in the curtains, catching on their silhouettes.

It had been like this in March. Lying together in Matthew’s bed as the clock ticked past Leon’s curfew, even though he knew he should head back to the hotel. Their last game of the regular season looming as tomorrow came closer and closer. They hadn’t even flipped on a light switch, had fumbled through kissing and fucking all in the dark. It didn’t matter. Leon had still known Matthew’s body, what Matthew wanted, and Matthew had known him.

It was dark, and Leon was seconds away from falling asleep in Matthew’s bed the way he had never let himself before, when Matthew had broken the silence. Had said, in a voice scratchy with sleep, “It’ll be different, next year.”

Leon froze in place, suddenly wide awake. Hadn’t trusted himself to speak, to do anything more than make a noise.

Matthew heard his unspoken question. Said, again in that soft, rough voice, “I’ve been thinking about leaving Calgary.” A long pause as Leon lay there, perfectly still. “I don’t know. I’m just ready for a change, you know?” A sigh. “It’s going to feel really fucking good. Leaving all this shit behind.” And then, finally: “Don’t tell anyone, yeah?”

Leon had nodded. Lay there for five long seconds, but couldn’t get warm. Gave up, told Matthew he’d be heading back to the hotel, waved off the offer of a ride.

when i first started this fic, i was simply like wow, sex pollen sounds fun for them! i love making matthew and leon have dubious sex! and then maybe 2k in i went for a walk and was like you know what this needs. this needs leon feeling deeply, deeply abandoned by the trade and both of them being fucked up about it. and the whole tenor of the fic changed! i started dropping in more hints about previous feelings, about perceived unevenness in their relationship. but by the time i finished the horny shit i had to settle on what actually happened, and that was when i worked on this little flashback segment. and it took SO long to figure out exactly what matthew would've said that could hit the exact right note of matthew's feelings about calgary and how leon could perceive that as matthew's feelings about him (because they haven't talked about anything they're doing!) and how it could lead to this rupture between them that neither of them really know how to bridge. that is, until the plant life of florida gets involved.

also i really like the imagery in this sequence! the use of lighting and shadow, how the last time they were together they didn't even need to look at each other. i find the kind of familiarity you can have, to be able to know each others bodies so well that you don't even need the lights on, to be really compelling. and, of course, leon almost staying the night the last time, before the trade, and then deciding in this moment that he is going to stay the night even if it hurts :)

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

i started writing as a little tween obsessed with x-men comics and bad shounen manga and didn't know how to stop! i've always told a lot of stories and been a voracious reader and as soon as i had regular access to a semi-private way to get on the internet i found ff.net and had to read more stories, and then learned i could write those stories. the amount i write has ebbed and flowed a lot, including a long, long down stretch in my late twenties, but i've been really happy coming back to writing in the past two years. i forgot how much i really loved it and it's been so fun stretching myself and figuring out how to sustain a story arc and set up subplots and foreshadowing and all that jazz! my hopes for this year are to keep going, but at a pace that is sustainable for me, and that is coming from a place of joy and excitement. and to FINALLY write a fucking slow burn.

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

Whumpuary 12

Whumpuary prompts should theoretically make up one cohesive narrative, though I'm not currently putting in the effort to flesh out the story around the prompts just yet. I have good intentions to do so eventually. Masterlist. Oh yeah and they're totally out of order, chronologically.

((content warnings: failed escape, injured loved one, being blamed ))

promptspiration: @whumpuary 12: Rescue

Whumpee: Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy Whumper: Voldemort Pairing: Harry/Draco whump type: torture fic type: Deathly Hallows "Voldemort learns Draco hooked up with Harry" AU

Narcissa tries to save Draco.

words: ~950

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Draco was woken instantly by the sound of the cellar door opening, and he curled up tighter. No, he'd just gotten back downstairs, they were done with him… They shouldn't come for him again…

But there was something weird about it. It wasn't like normal, Wormtail's businesslike motions that didn't care if they were heard, but it was a subtle click, trying to hide itself. He was tense, not breathing, waiting for whatever fresh hell the unexpected was bringing. 

The door creaked quietly open, but admitted only the barest hint of light down the stairs. It was deep in the night, and whoever was out there hadn't lit their wand. 

"Draco." The voice was barely above a whisper, a subtle undertone, but it was his mother's. He shot painfully upright. 

"Mother…" The dread evaporated into confused gratitude. He pulled his way up the wall and slid along it to the corner below the stairs, looking up at her barely visible silhouette in the slightly lighter darkness above. This was astonishing. He would not have been surprised to learn that she actually didn't know where the manor's kitchen was. She had no use for house elf rooms. 

"Come quickly. Quietly." Her head turned to the side and her face caught a stray bit of moonlight while she cautiously looked after some noise. "You're leaving."

Leaving. Getting out of here. Escaping… Running away from the Dark Lord? Was that even possible? 

If she said it was then it was; his faith in her was so ingrained he didn't even consider otherwise. His heart lifted and he pulled himself up the stairs with all the quiet of his natural penchant for stealth. It was amazing how much easier it was to move when he had a reason to want to. 

She reached out her hand to him and he took it, a few steps from the top, but then he stopped. "Wait…. Ollivander." 

Her hand squeezed his, pulling him up, and he didn't actually have to see her frown to know that she was. "There isn't time." 

Still, he hesitated, and looked back down into the darkness. He'd been locked up with the old man for… He wasn't certain, he had long ago lost track of time in the endless cycle of darkness and punishment, but over a month, certainly. Two? More? It didn't seem right to escape and just leave him behind. 

"I'll spare you the trouble." The quavering voice was barely audible from below. "Any physical feats past standing are completely beyond me. I cannot… Go, and good luck."

"I'm sorry." He took the last few steps. 

His mother closed the door firmly behind him and pulled him away from it. He didn't let go of her hand and she didn't seem inclined to either. 

"The alarms on the garden door are deactivated," she murmured quickly, pulling him to the door in the corner of the room. Not to the outside, though — the doors in the kitchen were much more exposed than the one she mentioned. They would go through the morning room and into the back hall that ran the length of the house, past the back doors to the veranda he didn't dare touch, and then to the corner of the far wing.

His mind raced as they ghosted down the back hall. Where would they go? He couldn't imagine anywhere safe, but she must have made connections… Go into hiding, maybe — did she have a secret-keeper? They could leave the country… but even he'd heard about Igor Karkaroff, that clearly didn't mean safety… 

He realised he hadn't seen Father. He was leaving with them… right?

They were passing behind the main staircase when there were footsteps down the hall. He cringed back when he realised they were caught, hand curled up by his head, mind babbling that he didn't want to be cursed, please don't curse him… he'd stay down where he was supposed to, he'd behave, just don't… don't call Him…

He felt a hand on his arm; his mother pushed him behind her, and he tried to be invisible, and tried to breathe properly.

"Going somewhere?" 

He recognised that voice… Dolohov… Dolohov had every reason to hate him, what the hell was he doing here in the middle of the night…

"That's none of your concern." Her voice was hard and imperious, with no sign of uncertainty, no apology. 

"I don't think you have permission to have him up here, Narcissa…"

"I do not need permission to speak with my son in my own home!" 

"You know that's not true. And I know this isn't 'talking'. You're not leaving." 

There was a sudden flurry of movement as they went for their wands — she managed to draw it, but she wasn't a duellist, she didn't have his reflexes. Before she could get off a spell, a purple flame ripped through the air slammed into her. She crumpled to the floor in eerie silence, but Draco screamed in her place. 

He fell down to his knees with her, and she wasn't moving, there were no obvious marks from that curse but that made it worse, he couldn't tell if she was breathing… Please, please please…

The noise had drawn other people, but no one was helping, he just sensed them around him. And then his father was there — he grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him away from her. Draco fell into Bellatrix's legs in shock. His father gathered his unresponsive mother up in his arms, checking for signs of life. "What did you do?!" He lifted his head over her body and glared at him in naked pain. "What have you done?"

[elegantmadness]

Going Rogue (A Wayhaven Chronicles Fic)

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles (Spoilers through Book 1 only)

Summary: Murphy finds the Detective before Unit Bravo. Unfortunately for Murphy, they're not who he needs to worry about most. Once Murphy is dealt with, Unit Bravo tries to hold their ground, but they're susceptible: both to the allure of the Detective's blood and the promise of what they've secretly always wanted. By the time the Agency arrives, there's no sign of the Detective or Unit Bravo.

Characters: Gender Neutral Detective (They/them pronouns), Ethan Murphy, Felix Hauville, Nate Sewell, Mason, Adam du Mortain

Pairings: Felix/Detective, Mason/Detective, Adam/Detective, Nate/Detective (building up to a polycule sorry not sorry) Tbh not a lot of romance here yet.

Rating: M, mainly for blood, dubious consent regarding the Detective's ability (nothing sexual for now though!). Please note vampire-y blood-drinking too.

Word Count: 4k or thereabouts. I do plan another chapter since I didn't even get to write the scene that's been stuck in my head.

Notes: Unit Bravo's first meeting with the Detective is in the warehouse where the experiment takes place. Please note this is a darker universe given the Detective's abilities! Consent is kind of an issue (not in a sexual context for now, though), but if that bothers you, please do not read this fic!

Wayhaven was small, too small. Yet, somehow… it was in such an isolated place that the former Detective discovered that the world was not so small as previously believed. Supernatural creatures walked amongst humankind, blending into the shadows as readily as in the light.

Well, until the line between the two began to blur.

It had started out innocuously enough – a strange reaction from a nurse at the local urgent care facility, a few curious looks from locals who had otherwise kept to themselves. There had even been a pointed look after an accident where the Detective had needed stitches, but nothing could compare to the kidnapping. 

The defining event had been one, nameless vampire with delusions of power and a freedom he would inevitably never be afforded in such a world; the Agency whose very name he spat from his mouth would never have allowed their presence known, after all. 

Your blood is special, Detective. So much power…

Being abducted had, of course, led to terror and trepidation, but it had also opened up… possibilities. If supernaturals were so keen on this mutated blood, then why not use it? Why not revel in the power it offered? The supernatural world was still a wholly foreign concept, but surely enticing those who might approach with such temptation would give the Detective the upper hand? 

Such thoughts were moot until the present threat was dealt with, however; Murphy – no doubt a moniker for his own purposes – saw the Detective as little more than his organic battery, and until he was out of the picture he would doubtless continue to be a thorn in the Detective’s side.

“Company.” Murphy tensed as he spoke, his eyes narrowing as the Detective glanced down at their restraints and began tentatively to tug, searching for a weak point to exploit. 

“Come quietly, Murphy. This doesn’t need to end in violence.” A calm, measured tone permeated the silence, and the Detective didn’t need to look up to see Murphy sneer. 

“Besides, it’s four on one. You really think you stand a chance?” A younger voice spoke up this time, cocky and playful, and the Detective had to suck in a breath as one of the restraints tugged a little too firmly against a track mark. 

The Detective could smell the barest hint of cigarette smoke before hearing a snarl, the disturbance of air and a dull thud the only indications that anyone had moved. It wasn’t a surprise, really; vampires were preternaturally fast, after all. 

Hissing out another breath, the Detective’s arm trembled as they slid it free, numb fingers reaching across their blood-smeared torso to release the other. 

“Give up!” The severe tone gave even the Detective pause, though after glancing up they made to stand – a grievous mistake as their legs gave way and their hands grappled towards the chair to keep themselves upright. 

“Just where do you think you’re going, Detective? We have so much more time to spend together.” Murphy’s tone was a curious cross of furious and desperate, but even as he reached an arm out and rounded it across the Detective’s torso, there was a curious… levity that followed the motion. 

“Let the Detective go!” 

Who was speaking? Murphy was sending back some scathing remark about the Agency’s pets, but the Detective’s attention was focused elsewhere, their eyes drawn to the fleshy joint of Murphy’s neck and shoulder. It was inexplicable, really, the draw the Detective felt, yet when they reached a tentative hand up and touched the spot, Murphy froze on the spot, his eyes wide before he dared to glance down at the Detective.

Confusion was apparent in the narrowing of his eyes and the slight parting of his bloodied lips, though before he could offer a reprimand or a question, the Detective’s fingers made contact. How could they sense the magic there? The… what had Murphy called it in his mindless ramblings? Pheromones? He’d lamented earlier that they’d had no effect on the Detective because of the mutation of their blood, but… it was certainly more than that now. 

“Why don’t you relax, doctor?” The words had flown from the Detective’s mouth unbidden, an instinctive knowledge that, even in hindsight, would make no sense. Even with Murphy’s experiments the Detective was still human, but then… how did they know?

Murphy’s grip lessened until the Detective slipped free entirely, the group that would be their savior tense and frozen on the opposite side of the room. Was there recognition in Murphy’s gaze? His eyes were entirely unfocused, and the Detective could little help the twitch of their lips before pressing on. “Your friends at the Agency are on their way for you, doctor. It would be most inhospitable to keep them waiting any longer than you already have.” 

“Is this for real?” 

“What the fuck is going on?”

The Detective could hear the others in hushed tones, yet their focus was entirely on Murphy as he nodded mechanically. “Yes, of course. I will stay here and wait for them to arrive.” 

“Splendid,” the Detective hummed approvingly. Though moments later they leaned closer to whisper, “If ever I see your face again, I will ensure the Agency’s accommodations seem welcoming in comparison.” Murphy’s nod was, once more, mechanical, and the Detective had to hold in a dark chuckle when he seated himself on the floor, looking lost and mindless – an assessment not terribly far from the mark, if the Detective were any judge.

The group tensed again when the Detective finally turned back to them, the aching in their limbs becoming much more pronounced. Was it from whatever had happened with Murphy’s pheromones? Or the blood loss? Both, the Detective decided, taking several steps closer and having to hold in a chuckle when the group tensed even further and seemed to recoil from the proximity.

“Surely you are not afraid of me?” the Detective couldn’t help but taunt, the blond tensing even further as the one with a cigarette clenched between his lips growled in response.

“Well, I mean, that’s not exactly normal, is it?” The shortest one of the group laughed uncomfortably, gesturing towards Murphy and glancing back as if waiting for someone else to speak. 

“Don’t tell me you’re feeling sympathy for him,” the Detective shot back with a raised eyebrow, though the question did little to ease the mounting tensions. It little helped that blood continued to drop down the Detective’s arms, the quiet plops as they dripped onto the concrete earning more than a few glances from the group who still looked as ready to flee as attack. 

“Explain what you did to him,” the blond demanded, jaw taut and green eyes flashing angrily. 

“So you are afraid,” the Detective taunted further, though such was apparently the straw that broke the camel’s back. A blur of burgundy swept closer, angry and growling, and the Detective merely smiled as the man’s hand reached for their neck, yet… seemed to falter halfway there. 

“Mason!” The voice of reason shouted, daring to step closer, though he flinched away moments later, a tawny hand lifting to cover his mouth. 

“What the fuck are you?” Mason ground out, his hand falling back to his side as he caught the Detective’s gaze. 

Oooh. Whatever pheromones this Mason had were much more potent than Murphy’s, and the Detective dared to reach a hand towards Mason’s shoulder. “By Murphy’s own admission, I should still be ‘boringly human’,” the Detective responded with a quiet chuckle, pleased to see hostility draining out of the vampire who’d ventured so close despite the hand hovering only inches away. 

“Your blood…,” his voice trailed off, his eyes narrowing and his lips pulling back into a sneering grimace. 

“I’ve heard it’s quite potent,” came the flippant response, nearly glib, and Mason snapped his head back up. “I’d be happy to offer you a taste, if you’re curious.” Mason flinched as though being punched in the solar plexus, though he did not move away, even after the Detective’s hand moved past his shoulder, tantalizingly aloft mere inches from his face. 

“Mason!”

“Don’t do it! You know what’ll happen if the Agency finds out–”

“Mason, please! Don’t be baited.” 

The Detective didn’t miss the flicker of Mason’s tongue as it swept over his bottom lip, the barest hint of a tremor stuttering his breath as he undoubtedly tried to talk himself out of the impulse. 

The blond sprinted towards Mason, though he could have been moving in slow motion for all the good it did him. A tongue lapped at the sensitive skin of the Detective’s wrist, cleaning it free of blood before dragging up their forearm towards the elbow, a visible shudder raking down his spine. His grey eyes were far away and dilated when he dared to look up, the barest smear of red coloring his top lip and the tip of his tongue, and… was that a fang? 

One of the blond’s hands grasped Mason’s upper arm tightly, likely in warning, though before he could say a word Mason was snarling at him, freeing himself angrily, and the Detective had to hold in a laugh as the blond went soaring back into the wall from the motion. 

“Now now, there’s no need for violence,” the Detective chided Mason softly while the other two went over to the blond. 

“What the hell are you doing, Mason!” The youngest one was full of anguish, his face screwed up tightly as though trying not to cry.  

Mason offered him a shrug, looking only mildly concerned about the now-groaning blond as their tallest friend helped him back to his feet. “What’s the problem? He’s fine.” 

“Aren’t you going to apologize? Are you even sorry?” The tallest one was speaking again, angry and upset as they and a whole host of other emotions swept across his face. Though, as he started towards the pair, Mason tightened in place, a protective hand sweeping out in front of the Detective. 

“Thank you, Mason, but I promise I can look after myself.” He blinked at that, noticeably uncertain even as his his arm lowered slowly; the other continued his approach purposefully, long legs crossing the distance swiftly before long-fingered hands began reaching for Mason’s shirt. 

In his haste he’d nearly forgotten all the blood still dripping from the Detective, however, and he froze to see it all, his gaze unmoving from the Detective as the tips of his fangs began to graze over the top of his bottom lip. 

“Care for a taste?” the Detective murmured softly, the offer making his eyes widen. Everything about him was so soft, so familiar and casual, but even in the warm depths of his brown eyes there lurked something darker… something more primal, and the Detective was inexplicably drawn to it. 

“You can’t even imagine the taste, Nate,” Mason told him softly, his hands reaching for the Detective’s arm as he began to lap up the blood once again with a groan. 

“Why are you resisting, Nate?” His name came out a purr, and the Detective reveled in the sight of his control breaking down before his hands caught the Detective’s free arm and brought it up to his face. He was much less gentle than Mason, however; he allowed his eyes to hover over the pulse point in the Detective’s wrist before plunging his mouth down, fangs easing into the skin there as he let out a rather loud, positively obscene sound. 

It should have hurt, should have engendered something other than pleasure, but between his deft handling of the Detective’s wrist and Mason’s clever tongue dipping into the spaces between their fingers for every last trace of blood, it took all of their willpower not to buckle. Fortunately, Mason and Nate seemed to be on the same page as two, strong arms rounded the Detective’s waist.

Oh. Right. There are still two here.

Nate’s breath shuddered as he finally pulled away, blood dripping down his chin before his tongue swept over the area greedily, his brown eyes hazy. The smile at his mouth was… markedly different from the man who’d first arrived, however. There was something almost sinister in it, something that sent a faint shudder down the Detective’s spine, though the power was unmistakable: just like Mason’s pheromones.

“Is something the matter, Adam?” Nate asked lightly, too-softly, his smile just a touch jagged at the corners, and unsurprisingly, being addressed in such a manner made the blond tense further, his eyes narrowing. 

“Of course something’s the matter! What the hell’s wrong with you two?! We were supposed to find and protect the Detective, not turn them into our next meal!” 

Nate’s chuckles were subtle and soft, darkness lurking beneath them like sharks beneath the surface of the water. “Don’t you see, Felix? The Detective has freed us, has shown us the way.” 

“The way to what?! Being crazy?”

“You don’t understand,” Nate answered with a shake of his head, his gentle smile returning. “I haven’t felt this whole, this complete since before I was turned. Don’t you see? The Detective gives me – gives us – the strength to accept every part of ourselves, even those parts we despise the most.” 

“It… doesn’t hurt anymore, Felix,” Mason stated, finally seeming to come back to himself as he gently released the Detective’s arm with a soft kiss. “I can… control them, for once.” His eyes were almost glassy as turned them towards Adam and Felix, his free hand balling into a fist as he let out a shaky breath. 

Nate’s eyes narrowed in soft sympathy as he gingerly laid a hand on Mason’s shoulder, and to his credit Mason didn’t even flinch or jostle it free. “I’m so pleased for you, Mason,” Nate murmured, offering his shoulder a squeeze even as his hold on the Detective’s waist tightened. 

“This can’t be real. It just can’t. Don’t you think if the Agency could have helped with the pheromones–”

“But they couldn’t, Felix,” Nate responded in consternation, his hand lifting from Mason’s shoulder to instead pinch at the brim of his nose. “Only our Detective here is capable of such wonder,” he added, quiet chuckles tumbling from his mouth. 

“Wait wait wait. Hold on a sec! What are you guys saying?”

“I am uncertain what this Detective has done to you, but you cannot trust them. Look at what they did to Murphy! Does it not bother you?” Adam tried to appeal to Nate’s more logical side, though he merely offered his oldest friend a sad, pitying smile. 

“It bothers me less than knowing I am now who I was always meant to be,” Nate answered simply, Mason nodding firmly as if to drive home the point. 

“What has the Agency done for you, Adam? Truly? Endangered your life and the lives of your friends for almost nine centuries? All in the name of protecting others? They would sacrifice our lives in a trice if it meant their agenda was furthered,” Nate countered after several seconds, his eyes blazing with a rare, charismatic fire. 

Whatever Adam had been expecting, Nate’s argument had certainly not been it. His face began to pale, though whether Nate was getting through or because he now knew Nate to be lost to him was impossible to tell. 

“Don’t you wish to be at peace? With your past? With all the loss? You’ve fallen on your sword in grief for as long as I’ve known you, never living your own life and instead using the Agency as a crutch to move forward. Please , Adam. This is a chance for us to be–”

“Brainwashed?!” Felix shot back angrily, his lips tremulous as his fists tremored at his sides. 

“Whole. Who we were meant to be, rather than leashed hounds sicced on our prey,” Nate corrected him just a little sharply. 

“I will not allow you to leave and desert the Agency,” Adam finally stated flatly, his voice a curious monotone devoid of tautness. Was he resigned? Or was he regretting that he would have to face his friends in an altercation if he wished to do as he claimed?

“Don’t be an idiot.” Mason rolled his eyes as his hand twitched at his side before reaching for the Detective’s wrist. He seemed to ease as the pad of his thumb brushed over the Detective’s steady pulse, though there was still a knot of unease between his shoulder-blades. “You heard what Murphy said, and you remember what happened earlier when you tried. Under normal circumstances we probably couldn’t win, but with the Detective’s blood? You don’t have a chance.” 

“And yet, still I must.” 

It was then the Detective noticed Nate catching Mason’s gaze, the pair exchanging a wordless conversation before Felix and Adam both disappeared from view. The Detective gasped when a pair of arms rounded their torso, though before Felix could so much as take another step, Mason was on him: shoving him back with the flat of his palm at his shoulder until he careened into a support with a soft, tapered cry. Mason’s expression twinged uncomfortably before glancing back towards the Detective. 

“You good?” 

The Detective merely smiled before nodding, though quiet grunts garnered their attention moments later: Nate and Adam grappling and neither seeming to make headway. 

“Snap out of it, Nate!” Adam ground out, though Nate merely shook his head with an amused smile. 

“I am well in control of my faculties, my friend,” Nate answered with that slightly-jagged smile from earlier, though he released his hold on Adam’s hands as the Detective stepped closer. 

It was easy to see Adam swallow as the distance between them grew smaller, though even as he made to step back, Nate grabbed a hold of his wrist to keep him in place. The blond struggled in his hold, his eyes widening in realization at just how much stronger Nate was now; he hadn’t been bluffing after all. 

“There is no need for violence here, Adam,” the Detective whispered gently, approaching him as warily as one might have a wounded animal preparing to lash out. “But you cannot pretend you are unaffected by the blood, either.” His pheromones weren’t nearly as pronounced as Mason’s, and the Detective didn’t miss the sudden tightening of his jaw as he forced his gaze elsewhere. 

“No on is going to harm you here, Adam, save perhaps for yourself,” the Detective chuckled lightly, taking a few moments to marvel at the man’s physique. “I will not force this on you, Adam. It will be your choice,” the Detective added softly, tenderly even, the tips of two fingers lightly brushing against the stark line of his jaw. They’d expected resistance, struggling even, but understanding warmed in Nate’s eyes as he released Adam’s wrist, and the blond finally lifted his head and pinned the Detective in place with so pleading a look it nearly broke their heart. 

How long had he been in such agony? How had no one seen it for so long? Or if they had, how had they allowed it to fester and grow into such a tangle of pain and guilt and grief? 

“We’ll never allow you to be alone again, Adam. You will never bear your sorrow and suffering alone again.” Previously-icy eyes warmed, daring to hope for one, fearful moment; the Detective could see him swallow, his adam’s apple bobbing as thirst tightened in his throat. 

The Detective hadn’t even seem him move, but then his imposing form was suddenly inches away, his breath warm on the side of their neck. 

“ADAM! WHAT ARE YOU–”

Felix’s screams were cut short when Adam’s mouth lowered to the Detective’s neck, his fangs barely scraping the skin before the blood began to cloy across his tongue and a full-bodied moan reverberated throughout him. 

“No. No no no no no. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real.” Felix was sobbing now, his fists banging on the concrete floor as he watched helplessly. Nate’s expression tightened uncomfortably, and Mason shifted his weight at the sight and sound of it, but only once Adam finally pulled away with a shaky breath and an overheated hand in the middle of the Detective’s back did the Detective turn towards Felix. 

“You aren’t alone, Felix. We’re all still here,” Nate tried to comfort him, though Felix merely lifted his head and glared heatedly, his bare teeth bone-white and stark against the dark backdrop of his skin. 

“The hell you are!” Felix tossed back, trying to sound angry though only succeeding in sounding… broken. “What happened to family?!”

“We’re still your family, Felix,” Adam tried to reassure him softly.

“No you’re not! I don’t know what you are now, but you’re not the family I know, not the family I LOVED!” 

Everyone flinched at the accusation, though it was the Detective who pulled away to stagger closer, a frown tugging at their lips. They couldn’t explain it, but they could almost feel Felix’s pain, could almost see it emanating from him if they focused their energy. 

“Stay away from me!” he snarled before the Detective reeled back and landed heavily on a knee, the jostle sending pain arcing up the Detective’s hip with an exaggerated hiss. The brief flit of pain momentarily wiped the snarl from Felix’s face, and his lips parted – presumably for an apology – before he promptly snapped it shut again. “Why? Why did you take them from me?” Felix asked in a small voice, his golden eyes full of unshed tears. 

“I didn’t take them from you,” the Detective responded softly, reaching a hand towards him. “They’re all waiting for you, and so am I. This is your home, Felix. Your family. Full of people who love you.” It was so obvious now, his need to be accepted, to be loved, but even knowing that… didn’t make the Detective’s words any less true or real. Not doubt the others’ feelings were having some effect, but the Detective found they meant every word. Nothing would feel complete without Felix, and the Detective eased a soft, reassuring smile onto their face as Felix sniffled, his indecision growing. 

“I choose you, Felix,” the Detective spoke barely above a whisper, their words instantly making Felix gasp and catch their gaze. “No one else will do. Only you.” The Detective practically toppled back when Felix launched himself at them, his arms firm around them as he sobbed into their shoulder and held on for dear life. 

The others were kneeling on the ground half a second later, one of Nate’s hands settled warmly on Felix’s shoulder while Mason exchanged a fleeting smile with Adam. 

“...I think I get it now.” Felix pulled back from the Detective’s embrace after wiping his eyes sheepishly, his smile still watery. “Well. I guess if I’m going to be inducted into this weird-ass little family…,” he purposefully let his voice trail off, and Mason snickered as Nate let out a chuckle. 

“You smell delicious, Detective,” Felix rumbled against their ear, licking a line just below that same ear before pressing the tips of his fangs into the skin there as gently as possible. His eyes rolled back into his head at the taste, at the overwhelming sensation of rightness or outright pleasure it afforded him, but perhaps even more intoxicating was the power. He got it now, why the others had wanted this. Why had he fought it for so long? He couldn’t even remember anymore. 

“We should… go,” the Detective scarcely managed to get out, light-headedness beginning to make them dizzy. 

“Agreed.” Adam was the one to answer, and several hands helped steady the Detective as they got back to their feet. “The Agency will… not be pleased with what happened here,” he then added, perhaps a little unnecessarily, his lips thinning. 

“Do you care?” Mason asked with a raised eyebrow, and for the first time since meeting the Detective, Adam grinned. 

“For once, I cannot say that I do. Let’s move.”

By the time the Agency arrived, there was no trace of Unit Bravo or the Detective they'd been sent to save.

Ending Note: Yes, yes, there was a reason for the order of the vampires who feasted on the Detective's blood! Given how strong Mason's pheromones are, I figured he'd be the easiest to manipulate through them, and then Nate's... er, bloodlust? Or rather, how shaky his control seems to be at times??? I went back and forth as to who should be next after Nate, but I like how things ended up. Felix's entire story is about people WANTING him, and that was a big Deal I wanted to hammer home. I mean, yes, there's lots of mental fuckery going on, but I hope I got the point across that there's genuine feelings and affection in there too.

Anyway! The scene I wanted to write isn't even in this chapter so expect another at some point! Reblogs/comments are especially loved, but likes are cool too if you're so inclined c:

[thorntopieces]

So quick question

Would you happen to have a fic with good descriptions of what your version of the colours look like?

Or would you be willing to write that up?

Note: this is long lmao. Quick question, long answer /lh

I don't, as of yet, though one is in the works! It's one of the things I've been really struggling with! So far I have an illustration of Vio done (done by my girlfriend @mydmdcorner ) but we'll probably get to drawing the others soonish! I'm more than happy to give a description though!

They also have slightly different blond(e) hair colours, with Blue's being the palest and Vio's the darkest.

Red (he/him): he's the smallest of the bunch (but really we're talking about differences in millimetres and centimetres here, they're all small)! In A Brief Respite, he's described as the one that looks the most like their grandpa! His eyes are blue, lighter than Blue's. His hair is short but curly/wavy. I'll attach photos and other references under a read-more! He's also got freckles. As for his tunic, it looks very much like the one presented in the Four Swords Manga, though it now has 3/4 sleeves and has a normal hood (to replace the stupid Link hat, I just think it's silly). When he's sleepy or shy, he'll hide in the hoodie. The only reason the tunics are 3/4 sleeve lengths is because he kept burning the ends of the sleeves when they were full. No more long sleeves for Red. He also has some of the same piercing holes as Vio (helix piercings), but instead of having amethyst studs, it's golden hoops/rings.

Blue (she/her): Blue's a tricky case. She got into the Minish magic in an attempt to change her body to fit her gender which had some. Interesting consequences. She's kind of surrounded by a permanent glamour of the weirdest kind, so despite being female, she appears entirely male (short hair etc). She wants to grow her hair out tho (but only to a length that's still practical). She has dark blue eyes. She does not have freckles and her hair has the barest hint of waves. Her tunic is also similar to the manga, but she wears a different, thinner belt higher up on her waist (to make it look like she has wider hips) and her tunic is the longest of them all, brushing the tops of her knees. She currently has no piercings.

Green (he/him): My favourite sleepy boy. He more or less looks exactly like the manga version of Four Swords LInk. He's got green eyes with golden spots in them. He's also ditched the hat, but has the same hood that Four has, with the Ezlo decoration at the end. He's a sleepy boy, so the hood is long enough to fully cover his eyes if he needs to lay down to rest in the middle of the day. The shirt he wears under the tunic has longer sleeves so he can hide his hands. His boots are also more padded so walking is less exhausting/hurts less.

Vio (they/them): Has the longest hair of them all currently. It just brushes their collarbone. The front parts are braided and kept secure with magnetic beads that can be used to clip the hair back. They wear a similar tunic to LU!Four. The bottom part is also flared/split into multiple pieces to ease movement. They wear a thicker belt, but not the same one from the manga. On their hip they wear purple and black kinstone-shaped gems. They've got purple eyes and freckles, although less freckles than Red. They also wear the most piercings in their ears. I might still redesign their tunic some. I really like the tunic design for ASAU!Legend (note: ASAU is rated M/18+), so I might take inspiration from that when I get around to drawing Vio myself.

Hope that helps some! I've left a couple image references below the read more for you! I don't have the spoons to image describe them currently, but I might get that done within the next day or so. If that's an immediate issue, I'll try to get it done tonight!

DISCLAIMER: I do not claim this as my art, this is the initial tunic redesign sketch me and my gf did as we tried to figure stuff out. It's redrawn over one of JoJo's (@/linkeduniverse) drawings of Four. Please do not see this as my art. The headband should also not be there for my Vio. Oops.

This is another drawing of Vio. The hair is wrong. Disregard that please. Vio also doesn't have ears. Oops. This is my girlfriend's art. (The Minish you see is Bubble, you can meet them in the first chapter of Dark Hair Significance)

This is my current profile picture and is of Vio! Here you can see the piercings Vio has, too. The Minish tail/feather isn't one they commonly wear. They left that behind in their Hyrule to keep it safe. Depending on the day, they do the braids a little different. This drawing was also done by my girlfriend.

This hairstyle is roughly what I imagine for Red, maybe a bit shorter (Source: Gentlemen's Magazine).

And of course a reference for the Manga.

[cinderflower]

7 and 28 ❤️

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

I've thought about this a lot since I got back into writing and honestly, I think it's just the fact that I love telling stories. I love digging into characters and their motivations to figure out what drives them and makes them tick, how they might react in certain situations, what may have happened to lead them to be the character the audience actually interacts with (or has heard about if it's a haunting the narrative situation). I love figuring out the nuances of how they might speak, how they interact with other characters, and how it all contributes back to shape the broader story narrative.

It's why I'm very drawn to writing for Fromsoft games for (long) fics because we get the barest hints of lore for the individual details and characters while the game shows us the resulting world that is the consequence of these characters and actions the player may never even meet or see. It's incredibly open ended but with just enough information to give a barebones foundation to build on and go wild with speculation.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Delightful is so vague so I'll answer this as "character I enjoy writing the most". For fics it's pretty consistently been Lothric just because he is such a profoundly fascinating character to me, and I love writing characters that are contradictorily powerful and weak at the same time as a consequence of their circumstances. It gives such strict boundaries for what they can and can't do that I can then explore how they work around them to achieve whatever it is they're trying to do. It's also why this answer is very quickly being taken over by Miquella 🤭

As a bonus answer for my original writing, my favorite character to write is R - the corporate hitman in my wlw pre-cyberpunk setting story who also fits the above. She's very much the 'living weapon' archetype who sees herself as nothing more than a tool to be used and keeps herself emotionally distant from everyone around her, who then has to come to terms with being forced to get close to her mark K and developing feelings(??) for her. Except instead of K being her savior and giving her a chance at "redemption", she ends up unintentionally dragging K down with her. (Though Ottilia, my darling psychopath ruthless horrible murderer of a character from my dark fantasy story Royal Bastards is an aggressively close second)

[quinnathy]

Hi!!

Sorry I just read your fics on AO3 and this sounds really sappy but you’re genuinely one of the best fanfiction authors I’ve come across.

You stories are so amazing and it also got me thinking, what do you recon would happen when either Jake decided to introduce himself to Layla, or Layla somehow unexpectedly finds out about Jake?

I have a couple of ideas myself that I’m thinking about writing, but I’d love to hear your ideas!

you're so kind?? thank you so much?? that seriously means the absolute world to me, thank you, i'm so glad you enjoy what i write!! <333

and oh my god. thank you for the moon knight prompt to think about, i have been LACKING. headcanons incoming under the cut and im so sorry i COMPLETELY ran away with this ask omg

(if you do write anything, tag me!! i'd love to read it <3)

i don't know if jake'll take the initiative to introduce himself to layla, so if he IS the one introducing himself, it's probably because steven talked him into it. in this case i think he'd be brusque and awkward but he'd be trying his best you know??

jake likes layla, we've seen him insanely protective over her and kick ass for her, and he knows how much she means to marc and steven - so he'll be on good behavior. it'll still be weird for him though, since he knows her and she doesn't know her, and he has to juggle that weird context.

"There's someone we'd like you to meet, yeah?" Steven lets out a small tense laugh, taking Layla's hands in his own. "He's another one of us. An alter, I mean, but you—you probably know what I meant anyway."

Surprise sparks in her eyes, but Layla's mouth quirks up into a comforting smile, running her thumb in soothing circles over Steven's palm to put him at ease. "Who's that?"

"He's..." Steven pauses. "He'll tell you himself? If that's okay?"

Layla nods. As if given permission, Steven's demeanor changes—but it's not Marc that fronts. Layla's fully familiar with both Marc and Steven's mannerisms to be able to tell them apart without them speaking—and this isn't Marc.

"Hey." His voice is lower. More gruff. There's a hint of an accent in there, loudly American, rounder than Marc's. His hands tense where they're still clasped with Layla's, and she loosens her grip, giving him the chance to pull away if he wanted.

He doesn't. He stays, still in her hands, as if afraid of scaring her away.

"I'm Layla," she decides to say, sticking with something safe.

"I know." He sounds almost amused, but nerves strain his voice. "I see you. Sometimes."

Layla raises an eyebrow, half-playfully. "You do?"

Seeming to recognize how odd that sounded, he sighs, frustrated. "Mierda. Fuckin' told Steven this was a bad idea. Sorry, I—it's—odd to talk to you. Actually talk to you."

"Have we met?"

The new alter exhales a contemplative breath. "We're... not complete strangers."

And he seems so on edge, so ready to bolt at the slightest hint of discomfort from Layla that she decides to pursue that topic another day. Instead, she holds his hands tighter—not so much to be gripping him, but enough that it's a welcome of sorts.

He stares at her with a thinly-veiled sort of desperation. Desperation for the comfort that small touch offers. "I'm Jake. Jake Lockley."

"Layla El-Faouly," Layla returns, offering him a soft smile. Offering him more than that, really—it's a smile, and an invitation, and a reassurance.

The barest hint of a smile tugs at Jake's lips. "I know," he says again, and it's a good to meet you and a thank you all rolled into one.

if its layla finding out about jake accidentally though... hmm. layla rolled with steven pretty well, so the shock of a new alter probably wouldn't faze her for long, but she also isn't the type to just be instantly soft and trusting. i'm thinking she'd be on guard, trying to figure out if jake's gonna be a threat to marc or steven, but also she wouldn't be scared or aggressive. (aka layla el-faouly is SMART and BADASS and we love her to death in this household.)

"You're not Marc," Layla says quietly, and Jake feels his heart skip a beat. There's blood on his shirt and bruises on his knuckles, yet at that moment all he can register is panic.

"I'm not," he agrees quietly, pulling off his gloves and gazing into Layla's eyes. Not threateningly—he's got his stance relaxed and his eyes wide, intent but not curious. Waiting to see what she'll do.

"Not Steven, either," she notes, a hint of dry humor in her voice. A swell of fondness rises in Jake's chest, quickly tamped down by frustration. She doesn't know him. She might not like him.

"Nope."

"Is that blood yours?"

Jake sighs, reaching up to pull his hat off, setting it gently on the kitchen table. "No. It's not."

And he thinks for sure that's what's going to do it. That's what's going to get Layla to hate him, to look at him with disgust, to face him with the same trepidation Marc and Steven had in Cairo. After all, she's the one who talked Marc out of killing Harrow—and what did Jake do but shoot the bastard at point-blank range?

Instead of any of that, though, her next question stops him in his tracks. "Do they know about you?"

He knows exactly who 'they' are. "No."

"Are you a threat to them?"

Never. Jake's only goal has always been to protect them.

He doesn't say as much, but something in his eyes must spark because Layla looks at him him. Appraises him. Nods once.

"Okay," she says, quietly. "Okay."

obviously this is if marc and steven don't know about jake. if they DID know and she found out about jake accidentally she'd be making marc sleep on the couch (even though its his flat) for days for keeping more fucking secrets from her

idk idk this was just fun to write and i miss these boys so much omg. hope this is semi what you asked for (even though i completely went off the rails)

[captains-price]

I’ve been on AO3, reading the same 3-4 bottom Karl fics that are there! (It’s really SO sad how little there is)

Let’s play some more on Ethan dragging Karl off to a shadowed part of the village to pull that cockring off. If he’s willing to do that in a public space then what else is he willing to do?

Anything, of course. He would love the thrill of being tucked away somewhere with Karl that anyone could come across. Behind a house, tucked in the back of a barn, in the confessional of their church. He would be eager to drag Karl away at a moments notice and get his hands and mouth on him; turning it into a game of sorts. How much can he do and get away with before Karl can’t hold his noises back anymore?

Pinning Karl against a wall behind a villagers house and fingering him until his legs give out; having Karl fall to his knees in the church confessional and suck his cock while a sermon is going on; pulling Karl out of the factory and to the center of the village in the middle of the night to spread him out and fuck him at the base of the fountain. Hell, he would even push him to his hands and knees in the graveyard if he was in the mood. Anywhere where they risk someone walking by. Ethan knows no one would call them out on it if they did see them (The leader of the village and one of his Lords? They wouldn't dare) but he loves how red Karl gets every time and how hard he tries at keeping himself quiet.

Chris though? Chris likes to play hunter and prey. He loves the thrill of hunting Karl down wherever he is and getting the drop on him. Sometimes there is a fight, which only gets the blood pumping, but in the end Chris would pin his prize down and get to have his way with him.

His favorite is when Karl isn't even in the village, but checking up on the lycans in the surrounding forest. That is when he gets to have the most fun. Karl knows the instant Chris has set his sights on him, feeling that thrilling tingle run down his back, prey knowing instinctively that a predator is eyeing them from the shadows. That is when he runs. Darting through the trees as quickly as he can, heart hammering like a jackrabbit when he hears Chris' deep baritone laughing as he gives chase.

The only light the two men have is the moon, but it's more than enough for them and Chris never loses sight of Karl even once. Sometimes he draws it out, letting the smaller man think that he's gotten away or that he's tripped Chris up, but it always ends the same way: Karl tackled down to the forest floor with Chris holding his hands down with one hand, the other tugging hard on his hair to yank his head back and bare his neck in submission.

And Chris can wait. He rides out the kicks and the snapping teeth and the punches to his chest and shoulders; he is a boulder, unmoving and resolute as Karl wears himself out before going limp with a defeated whimper and spreading his legs so Chris can claim his prize.

After those nights Karl would go home the next morning covered in bites, bruises and dirt but feeling oh-so satisfied.

And more on Karl switching up who he sleeps with! I can see in the beginning that he doesn't even tell the two men what he's doing. Ethan is tender when he wants to be, but it's not like they're dating or have confessed anything to one another (but god does Karl want to, he just doesn't want to ruin things between them in case Ethan doesn't feel the same.) (He is a fool, of course Ethan feels the same) so he's free to sleep with whoever he wants. He would think that he's keeping it from the both of them, but Ethan and Chris would figure it out real fast. It's not like it's a big village and Karl turning up in their beds with marks they didn't give him would be major hints.

At first they both think that Karl found someone unknown to sleep with and they're jealous. Who else would he go to for what they can give him themselves? It would take one night of drinking for them to realize that they're both talking about Karl. After that it's easy to agree to share and confront Karl about it. That would be the first time that they all sleep together. (Later on Ethan takes Karl back to his home and confesses his feelings for him. Karl almost cries when he's told that he's loved and wanted and happily tells Ethan that he loves him as well)

The first time they manage double penetration is a few weeks after they started sharing Karl in bed. Ethan had been training him for it by having him take bigger and bigger dildos, often keeping them inside of Karl all night long to help his body get used to the stretch and burn. Chris' method was slipping in a finger or two alongside his cock whenever he fucked Karl; something that always sent the smaller man over the edge and had him begging for more.

The night they actually attempted it Ethan had bought two new bottles of lube and started the night off with one of his favorite pastimes by opening Karl up with his tongue and fingers, making sure he was easily taking four before having him lay on Chris back to front and have Chris slide into him and hold Karl close while Ethan gently worked his fingers in alongside Chris' cock. It took time and patience, but in the end Ethan had four fingers in and Karl was struggling not to come all over himself, begging and sobbing for more.

The hardest part was Ethan sliding in alongside Chris. Not because of pain, but because Karl just couldn't stay still. In the end Ethan had to gather his wrists and pin them to Karl's chest while Chris held Karl under his thighs and kept him spread and still while Ethan fucked into him.

This was the best way to wake up lmao thank you and I’m sorry I just now managed to get around to replying!

And I know! It’s literally insane to me how little content there is, at this point I’m about ready to write it myself but this does give me serotonin for now

Dude I love thinking about the different ways Karl would get fucked and how slutty he would become and Ethan dragging him to multiple places out in the open and making him shake in pleasure has got me WEAK

I like to think that because Karl is so inexperienced with sex as a whole before Ethan that it didn’t even occur to him that sex in public would be something so exciting until they were having dinner out in the village one time(do you think there are communal places to eat there? Idk, there are now) and Ethan started groping him under the table, making karl choke and start spitting up his water he happened to be sipping on. He was immediately turning red and looking around to make sure no one saw but Ethan is sitting next to him with not a care in the world and looking so smug, and then he continues to feel him up.

Karl would normally never care about making a scene in public but since the death of Miranda he’s sorta been trying to redeem his reputation as one of the four lords in the village, so he doesn’t want his new villagers to know that Ethan is driving him wild with his a hand rubbing his inner thigh and grazing his dick. And the place is not even that crowded, but Karl still bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood so the server and possibly even chef won’t know what’s going on.

He can’t help but let out a few sounds here and there, anytime rubs his dick a little longer and harder than usual, which Ethan would eat up. He’s so smug about how well he has Karl under his thumb and it’s radiating off him. At one point, Ethan leans in close to tell Karl what a good boy he’s being and bites his ear, and Karl really can’t help but let out a whimper at that point and nearly comes right there but he manages to stamp it down, still too embarrassed at the thought of coming in public. He does hear Ethan talk to somebody, maybe someone asking if Karl is okay, if they’re done with their food(he hopes so much that they are so the torture will end), or some other kind of lame thing he doesn’t care about, either way, he can’t make out their words, too blissed out to pay any mind to.

After what feels like an eternity, Ethan leans back close to his ear, once again singing his praises(did I mention i feel like Karl has a praise kink, cause I think he would), saying that he’s being so good and keeping his sounds down so no one but Ethan gets to hear his moans. But then Ethan changes it up by trying to let his sounds out, now rubbing harder and faster, because wouldn’t he like to put on a show for the villagers? Let them know how pretty he sounds and exactly who it is that he lets fuck him? Maybe even let one of them join in because Karl is such a cockslut after all

And then Karl comes, letting out the barest hint of a moan, not enough to be suspicious but louder than he would have liked. Ethan turns his head to kiss him deep for a minute or two, and then he pulls away, he licks up the blood on Karl’s lower lip and Karl feels like he could come again just from that, but settles for whimpering again instead. So now, sex in public is a thing they do and Ethan loves it, so does Karl but he has a harder time admitting it lol

I love the thought of Chris playing hunter and prey with him though!

I like to think that that was how they started sleeping together lol Chris just showing up at his factory and Karl actually thought that he came to try and arrest or kill him again but Chris didn’t even know why he ended up at his factory until they broke out in a fight and Chris managed to pin him down with his wrists above his head and in between his legs, he saw how heavily Karl was breathing and how flushed he became(most likely because of their fight but it’s hard to focus either way) and the next thing they knew, Chris was kissing him senseless and grinding his hips against his. They have fast and hard sex and Karl has a hard time hiding his limp and explaining this marks to Ethan when he sees him again.

And then it just continues like that, Ethan getting him on most nights for either slow, long, and maddening rounds of sex or the kinkiest shit imaginable that has Karl feeling it in his lower back for days after. And then the nights scattered throughout the week where he’s in his factory or in town or the woods alone working on one of his many projects and he’ll suddenly get a feeling of being watched and he knows Chris is around.

Karl likes to think he gives as good as he gets and doesn’t make it easy for Chris to catch him, giving a good chase until they’re both breathing heavily with lungs on fire. Karl loves that especially, shows that Chris is not quite the super soldier he makes himself out to be and even though Chris still thrusts into him like he’s trying to fuck him through the earth, karl feels like he’s the one who wins in the end.

Some nights, Chris catches him quicker, almost immediately and he’ll tease Karl about, going a bit slower since he still has all his stamina but just as hard as always. He’ll say things like if Karl really wanted to, he could just use his metal to get Chris off him and then get away. But he never does. Not once in their chases does he use his metal, only his own physical abilities, and that’s how Chris knows he wants to get caught, that he’s secretly hoping to get pushed down, used like a sex doll, and powerless for once. It’s not like he isn’t strong, but he didn��t want the powers in the first place and so for a while he can just pretend Chris really can tie him down and fuck him good. Chris’s words always go straight to his dick and he comes quicker and more often on those nights.

And then the double penetration comes and Karl realizes just what a size queen he is. They don’t do it every night since Karl needs some time to recover the following day, it’s almost becomes a thing they save for special occasions and Karl begs for it every time.

The thing is, Ethan has Chris beaten in length but Chris has such a thick girth that it made them all a bit weary to try double penetration at first. But when Karl started taking bigger and bigger dildos and still begging for more, they knew he could handle it.

It ends up being easiest to have Chris enter him first after Ethan takes his time to open him up, that way, they get the biggest thing out of the way first and can just work in some fingers alongside Chris’s cock. When Ethan enters too, Karl is letting out choked sobs and moans at the feeling of being so full but he’s also pretty sure he’s in heaven.

They used a pretty generous amount of lube in the prep work and added even more when they start moving, which helps pretty well with the pace they set, which just so happens to be, different

While Chris fucks him, he does it as fast and hard as always but makes sure every thrust hits his prostate exactly which drives him insane, but Ethan is more measured with his thrusts, going as deep as he can and then rolling his hips to grind against Karl’s ass. The twin sensations of being fucked at such different paces has Karl’s chest heaving and screaming and begging for release. Which they do grant him but after like, an hour. It’s the hardest Karl comes in recent memory.

Karl pretty much loses his voice afterward so Ethan and Chris shush him and kiss him sweetly when he tries to say something and work out what he needs in a different way. And of course, because I am a sucker for proper aftercare, Chris carries him to the bath(quite a large bath and built into the floor, big enough to fit all three of them comfortably, nothing but the best for one of the lords) and they both take their time to wash the come and sweat off him and then carry him back to bed after, Karl in between them, and they take their much needed rest.

[regenderate-fic]

All the Quiet Nights You Bear: Chapter 3

Fandom: Doctor Who Rating: General Ship: Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Yasmin Khan/Rose Tyler, Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler/Yasmin Khan, Past Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Rose Tyler, Najia Khan, Hakim Khan, Sonya Khan Series: And We’re Not Out of the Tunnel Word Count (Chapter): 2,653 Other Tags: Fluff and Angst, Angst, Emotional, Disabled Character, Chronic Illness, Bad Wolf Rose, COVID-19, Self-Quarantine, Domestic, Autistic Characters, Polyamory, OT3, Slow Burn, Disability Read on AO3 / Read in order

Summary: Rose Tyler-Noble jumps out of her parallel universe, leaving her husband and family behind in the hopes that being back in the right universe will improve her well-being.

Yasmin Khan is out for lunch with the Doctor when she sees a blonde woman sitting on the sidewalk, crying.

The Doctor, Yaz, and Rose travel back to Sheffield to see Yaz's family, but they have to leave the TARDIS so it can reset, and when they come back, it's gone. The police have confiscated it, and they want to see proof of ownership before they give it back. And the Doctor left her psychic paper on board. And they've landed in March of 2020, just before everything shuts down.

Stranded in Sheffield, they have no choice but to get a flat and quarantine together. Which, when you have three emotionally volatile people who care for each other more than they're willing to admit, can be complicated.

(Sequel to And Still I Will Live Here, but hopefully readable out of context. Updating on Saturdays.)

NOTES: if you're here you're legally obligated to also look at the art my friend drew for this fic!!

When Rose wakes up, it’s to Yaz, not the Doctor, standing by her bed and holding a tray with breakfast for two.

“Sorry,” Yaz says. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I just wanted to make sure you’d eaten.” She shrugs. “I can’t count on the Doctor to remember to feed herself, much less anyone else.”

That startles Rose into a laugh. “Thanks,” she says, accepting the tray from Yaz and placing it across her lap. She looks down at the spread. Each plate has eggs, fruit, sausage, and a couple pieces of some kind of flatbread. By sheer luck, Rose thinks she might be able to digest almost all of it. The tea is a fragrant chai, cloudy with milk.

“Didn’t know what you liked,” Yaz says, picking up one of the plates and one of the mugs. “I sort of just gave you my usual breakfast. Hope that’s all right.” She nods at the chai. “It’s soy milk, by the way. I don’t do too well with dairy.”

“Me either, these days.” Rose smiles. She’s feeling a bit better this morning— her head doesn’t hurt as much as it has been lately. It gives her the barest hint of hope: maybe coming all the way to this universe wasn’t for nothing. Maybe it worked. “It’s more than all right. You didn’t have to do that.” Rose would’ve made her way to the kitchen eventually.

“Just trying to help.” Yaz shrugs, tension in her body. She shifts her weight, and for a moment Rose thinks she’s going to leave, but then she blurts, “You used to travel with the Doctor?”

Rose nods. She takes a forkful of eggs. They’re good— well-seasoned and cooked just right. “Few years ago, in my timeline,” she says once she’s swallowed. “No clue how long it’s been in hers.”

“She wouldn’t tell me when I asked,” Yaz says. She sits on the stool next to Rose’s bed, resting the mug on the rack of equipment and swinging her legs in front of her. “Just said it had been a while.”

Rose thinks about the Doctor’s brisk tone, how quickly she slipped out of an emotional moment. “She’s not so forthcoming this regeneration, is she?”

Yaz laughs. “That’s an understatement, I’d say.” For a moment, the only sound is Rose quietly chewing, but then Yaz adds, “When we first met, she said she used to be a white-haired Scotsman. Is that who you traveled with?”

Rose frowns. “No. It really must’ve been a while.” She’s still wearing the brown leather jacket she had for the hop across dimensions, and she fishes in her pockets, pulling out her overstuffed wallet and the little photo album she put together before she left. “Did she tell you anything about what happened to me?”

Yaz shakes her head. “Just said you shouldn’t be here.”

“She’s not wrong about that, I suppose,” Rose admits. “I was stuck in a parallel universe. There was a hole in the walls between the universes, I got sucked in trying to close it, no way back.” She takes a deep breath. “And then I found a way back. The walls of the universes were breaking down, and I had to find him, and then I did, and there was this… this human clone of the Doctor—” She cuts off. It’s hard to talk about John in such unfamiliar terms, but she knows if she says much more, she’ll start to cry. “Just before the walls between universes closed, the Doctor dropped us both back in the parallel universe.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t mean to tell the whole story. I just wanted to explain—” She flips through the pictures and notes in her wallet, trying to find one of her and John. She finds one on their wedding day, her in her wheelchair, John standing next to her, absolutely radiant. They’re looking at each other, hands tangled together, and the love in John’s eyes makes Rose’s heart ache. She hands the picture to Yaz quickly, before she starts to cry. “That’s what he looked like. The Doctor I traveled with, I mean. Except John did his hair a bit differently. And he had this brown suit he always wore, with pinstripes.”

Yaz looks at the picture for a long moment. “You really loved him,” she says softly.

Rose nods. “That was a few months ago,” she says, willing herself not to cry. It’s hitting her again, everything she’s lost. “Our wedding.”

Yaz hands the picture back, and Rose tucks it back in her wallet, wiping at the tears that have formed at the corners of her eyes.

“Definitely not a white-haired Scotsman,” Yaz jokes. It’s a little stilted. She’s giving Rose the chance to not have the emotional conversation right now, Rose realizes.

“Definitely not,” she says gratefully. There’s an awkward silence, and Rose reaches for something to fill it. “How’d you two meet, then?”

A light comes to Yaz’s eyes. “Police business, technically,” she says. “Answered a call, turned out the caller was an old friend who’d found something weird in the woods, his nan called him and said something weird was going on on their train. Got to the train, there was the Doctor. She’d crashed through the ceiling. Was totally shocked when I called her a woman. Didn’t even remember her own name.”

“Sounds about right,” Rose says. “My Doctor, after he regenerated, he almost slept through an alien invasion.”

“She did all right with the aliens,” Yaz says. “More than all right, actually. But yeah, she was definitely a bit worse for the wear.” Yaz laughs. “‘Course, I was hooked. Even when she accidentally beamed me and my mates into space without spacesuits.”

Rose gives Yaz half a smile. “Well, you clearly came out all right.”

“Suppose I did,” Yaz says. She shrugs. “I wouldn’t give it up for anything. The Doctor’s brilliant.”

“Yeah,” Rose says, thinking about the man she used to travel with, the man who grinned at her like she was the only thing in the world and whisked her off to the stars. “I know the feeling.” Although at this point she mostly just wants her life in the parallel universe back, with her husband and her parents and brothers. Rose sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “It’s just weird to be back here.”

“Yeah,” Yaz says. “I just got back from a while away too. It was just an hour or two for the Doctor, but for me it was three and a half years in the 1900’s, trying to figure out how to get back to her.” Yaz laughs. “Still getting used to wearing trousers again.”

Rose glances at Yaz again. Now she looks at it, there is a distinctly Edwardian quality to her braid. And she looks about the same age as Rose— so four years in the 1900’s— “That’s a long time to be gone,” Rose says. “How long have you been back?”

Yaz gives her a sheepish smile. “Just a couple days, really. That’s why we’re going to see my family today, actually. It’s been a good few years, in my timeline.”

“Do they know you’re with the Doctor?” Rose asks, remembering how her mum reacted after she disappeared for a year. That’s the problem with time travel— it’s so easy to gloss right over long periods of time, evading the effects they have on others. A full year for Jackie would’ve been excruciating. For Rose, it was the blink of an eye— literally.

“They know some of it,” Yaz says. “My sister doesn’t believe me. My dad doesn’t believe me either, but he’s a huge conspiracy nut. The less he believes the more he gets to speculate, and that’s what he loves. My mum and my nan have heard the most. Mum because she won’t stop hounding me about it, Nani because she’s always been understanding.” She laughs. “Even when the thing I need her to understand is time travel with a really weird alien.” And then her tone goes somber. “Don’t know how I’m going to explain to them that they missed my twenty-sixth birthday, though. Especially since I was twenty-two last time they saw me.”

“Yeah.” Rose sips from her mug. It’s good— just the right blend of spices. It feels comforting, like home. Not her home, necessarily, but maybe a home is good enough. She sets down the mug with a sigh. “There’s nothing simple about time travel.”

“Suppose not.”

As Rose finishes eating, their conversation turns shallow— they talk about what it was like growing up in different decades, the games and toys that were popular in their respective childhoods. Yaz shows Rose her phone, which is a thin pane of glass, almost unrecognizable as a phone: iPhones in the parallel universe are fancy flip phones, but here they seem to be completely touch-based. Yaz tells Rose about her sister, and Rose tells Yaz about her two little brothers. She manages to do it without breaking into sobs, and if a tear or two escapes her eyes, Yaz is polite enough not to say anything about it.

Finally, Rose is done eating, and she sets her fork down. “Suppose we’d better go to the console room,” she says.

Yaz nods. “Do you need help?” she asks. Something about the way she asks, free of judgment or pity, full of practical concern, keeps Rose from being annoyed.

“I think I’m all right,” she says. She lifts the tray, moving her legs from under it, and maneuvers herself to sit on the side of the bed, her feet hanging over. She closes her eyes, evaluating her physical state. She’s still dizzy, but it’s not as bad as it could be. Her head kind of hurts, and so do her elbows and knees, but she’s had worse. The food she’s just eaten is sitting about as well as can be expected. All in all, it’s a pretty good day, by her standards. She pushes herself to her feet and takes the two steps to the chair. It’s a weird sensation at first, the way the metal shrinks itself to her form, but once it’s settled she realizes it’s far more comfortable than the chair she left behind. She braces her hands on the wheels, giving it an experimental roll.

“All right?” Yaz asks, eyeing the chair.

Rose nods. “Should’ve known the TARDIS would have a good chair stashed away.”

They go together to the console room, where the Doctor is facing away from them, bent over the console. Now this is a familiar sight: Rose’s Doctor was always fiddling with the TARDIS in his spare time. But there’s a stillness to it now that Rose doesn’t quite recognize. This Doctor has a sort of— Rose doesn’t know what it is. But she knows her Doctor never hunched over the console quite like that.

Rose and Yaz go down a ramp Rose is reasonably sure wasn’t there yesterday. When they get to the bottom, the Doctor turns, and for a split second Rose sees a grim concentration on her face. A second later, though, her expression springs back into a cheery grin.

“Yaz! Rose! Both of you!” she exclaims. “Brilliant. Just in time. I was just calibrating the Artron sensors. We should be ready to go any minute.” She looks at Yaz, her mouth pressed into that same line. “Ready to see your family?”

Yaz rolls her shoulders back. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

Something passes between them— some kind of tension. Rose thinks she recognizes it. And then the Doctor breaks eye contact, flitting around the console. Rose looks back at Yaz, whose eyes are still very much on the Doctor.

“Yaz, you want to help?” the Doctor asks from across the console, and Yaz jumps into action, pulling levers and pressing buttons. Rose watches, impressed. She used to help the Doctor pilot, but never like this— he always told her what to do, but Yaz seems to already know. She and the Doctor make a good team. Rose doesn’t understand this new Doctor yet, but there must be something good in her, for Yaz to be so attached.

Yaz hits the biggest lever on the console, and the TARDIS’s wheezing and groaning starts up. The sound hasn’t changed a bit: Rose is so relieved she could cry. And she almost does, but then she’s hit with a wave of dizziness so strong it knocks the emotion right out of her. She grips the sides of her wheelchair, leaning forward, trying to keep her head in one place.

The Doctor is by her side in an instant. “You all right, Rose?” she calls out, shouting to be heard over the TARDIS.

“Yeah— fine—” Rose closes her eyes. “Is this what you meant when you said I might feel time?”

“It was always a possibility. Takes some getting used to. Most of us do it much younger.”

The noise is subsiding, and so is Rose’s dizziness.

“Most of us?” she asks, still dazed.

“Time Lords,” the Doctor says. “Or—” A shadow crosses her face. “Well. Not exclusively.” She’s quiet for a moment, hovering over Rose in her chair, and then she leaps into action again, flitting towards the door with a bit too much of a bounce in her step. “Come on, then!” she exclaims. “What are you waiting for?”

“The room to stop spinning,” Rose grumbles, but it mostly has. She wheels herself towards the door. The TARDIS has landed on an expanse of concrete outside a large residential building— Yaz’s, Rose assumes. The exit is just a little more slanted than Rose remembers, allowing her to roll right out onto the ground.

“Good aim,” Yaz says, looking around.

“Park Hill,” the Doctor says, waving her arm towards the building with a flourish. “Sheffield, Earth, Sunday, March 22, 2020. How’s that?”

“Bit random with the timing,” Yaz notes, “considering we were last here in September 2019.”

“Well, it’s better than the alternative,” the Doctor says. “C’mon, we did all right this time.”

A bright smile blooms on Yaz’s face. “Yeah, we did all right.”

“I’m going to reset the TARDIS while you’re in there,” the Doctor adds. “I’ve got to get all the Flux out. Should only take a few hours, and then we’ll be off again.” To Rose, she says, “Can’t go in while it’s resetting, though, I’m afraid.” She grins. Rose can’t tell whether she’s actually this excitable or whether it’s just an act to keep her companions happy. Rose is leaning towards the latter. “Lots to do in Sheffield, though!”

“Fine by me,” Rose says. Enough in her life has been out of her control for long enough that by now she’s just along for the ride, anyway.

“Have fun.” Yaz glances at Rose. “You’re both of you invited for tea later, by the way.”

“If your mum hasn’t banned me from her home yet,” the Doctor says.

Yaz rolls her eyes. “Fine, just Rose, then.” She gives Rose a grin. “We’ve got an elevator with your name on it.” She takes a deep breath. “I’d better do this first bit on my own, though. Meet you back here at five?”

“Right here,” the Doctor promises. She and Yaz hold each other’s gaze for another moment, and then Yaz turns on her heel, her braid swinging as she walks.

The Doctor turns back to Rose.

“Right, then,” she says. “I’ll just be a second.” She darts back into the TARDIS, and there’s a horrible clanging sound from inside, followed by what sounds like a train horn. There’s a little more clanging, and then the TARDIS wheezes once. With a flash of light and a poof of smoke, the Doctor tumbles back through the open door, landing on her feet right next to Rose.

“That’s that sorted,” she says. “Anything you’re dying to do in Sheffield?”

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

You can't work together (when you avoid each other like the plague)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870 by Lees_Shadows Post-civil war, the 'rogues' are avengers on a probationary basis. Bucky still went to Wakanda, and got de-HYDRA. Peter's internship is real, he spends time with Tony in the lab making little gadgets n shit for Stark Ind. Exposition OVER! Peter didn't realise it until he was sat at Tony's bedside after the whole 'Zemo' fight thing, but when he and Steve had their fight... Peter could have DIED. To be fair, since then, he'd been through a few more near-death experiences (he's a vigilante, it's an occupational hazard), but this is still the first time a HERO was the one to hurt him. Looks like Tony's not the only one who has some healing to do in the aftermath of Steve's... well. Bucky was healed from all the HYDRA bullshit, so why was he freezing up every time he saw the spider-kid? He's nothing on the ex-Winter Soldier, master assassin- no, you know what? Fuck that, the kid caught his METAL ARM. What the FUCK?? That warrants some caution. It's not irrational, Sam, fuck you too! TL:DR; Peter is avoiding Steve because he has trauma from the airport fight. Bucky avoids Peter because the kid's STRONG. Miscommunications ensue. Words: 5843, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Everyone's worried about Peter, Part 1 of Marvel is Marvelling Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, (mentioned), more mentioned - Character, maybe others later - Character Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker Angst, Angst, Fluff, Brotherhood, between peter and bucky, Sam is Team Therapist, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, it's not bashing but it's not not bashing, u know?, inspired by a tiktok, check out radnasty on tiktok, their stuff is funny, and inspired this fic, those from TikTok who r here for this fic, HIIIIIIII, Miscommunication, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, it's okay though he's got bucky, They're friends your honour!, Peter's various brushes with death (TM), everyone is concerned about peter, Bucky Barnes & Shuri Friendship, mentioned - Freeform, Bucky knows the second that Shuri and Peter meet the world will end, He's gonna introduce them anyways, Steve and Bucky are codependent, which is how the miscommunication happens lol, there's a TikTok link within for the prompt this is based on, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no literally, I went on a four hour binge that ended at 2 am, and wrote 3000 words for this thing, no beta we die like men, Don't Like Don't Read, Enjoy!, multichapter because I don't know the meaning of concise, The Barest Hints Of, BAMF Peter Parker, Like, i'm not even kidding its in the last few hundred words of the second chapter, sorry do disappoint, maybe read the next one in the series for more? you know, when i write it read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

You can't work together (when you avoid each other like the plague)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870 by Lees_Shadows Post-civil war, the 'rogues' are avengers on a probationary basis. Bucky still went to Wakanda, and got de-HYDRA. Peter's internship is real, he spends time with Tony in the lab making little gadgets n shit for Stark Ind. Exposition OVER! Peter didn't realise it until he was sat at Tony's bedside after the whole 'Zemo' fight thing, but when he and Steve had their fight... Peter could have DIED. To be fair, since then, he'd been through a few more near-death experiences (he's a vigilante, it's an occupational hazard), but this is still the first time a HERO was the one to hurt him. Looks like Tony's not the only one who has some healing to do in the aftermath of Steve's... well. Bucky was healed from all the HYDRA bullshit, so why was he freezing up every time he saw the spider-kid? He's nothing on the ex-Winter Soldier, master assassin- no, you know what? Fuck that, the kid caught his METAL ARM. What the FUCK?? That warrants some caution. It's not irrational, Sam, fuck you too! TL:DR; Peter is avoiding Steve because he has trauma from the airport fight. Bucky avoids Peter because the kid's STRONG. Miscommunications ensue. Words: 5843, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Everyone's worried about Peter, Part 1 of Marvel is Marvelling Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, (mentioned), more mentioned - Character, maybe others later - Character Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker Angst, Angst, Fluff, Brotherhood, between peter and bucky, Sam is Team Therapist, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, it's not bashing but it's not not bashing, u know?, inspired by a tiktok, check out radnasty on tiktok, their stuff is funny, and inspired this fic, those from TikTok who r here for this fic, HIIIIIIII, Miscommunication, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, it's okay though he's got bucky, They're friends your honour!, Peter's various brushes with death (TM), everyone is concerned about peter, Bucky Barnes & Shuri Friendship, mentioned - Freeform, Bucky knows the second that Shuri and Peter meet the world will end, He's gonna introduce them anyways, Steve and Bucky are codependent, which is how the miscommunication happens lol, there's a TikTok link within for the prompt this is based on, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no literally, I went on a four hour binge that ended at 2 am, and wrote 3000 words for this thing, no beta we die like men, Don't Like Don't Read, Enjoy!, multichapter because I don't know the meaning of concise, The Barest Hints Of, BAMF Peter Parker, Like, i'm not even kidding its in the last few hundred words of the second chapter, sorry do disappoint, maybe read the next one in the series for more? you know, when i write it read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

You can't work together (when you avoid each other like the plague)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870 by Lees_Shadows Post-civil war, the 'rogues' are avengers on a probationary basis. Bucky still went to Wakanda, and got de-HYDRA. Peter's internship is real, he spends time with Tony in the lab making little gadgets n shit for Stark Ind. Exposition OVER! Peter didn't realise it until he was sat at Tony's bedside after the whole 'Zemo' fight thing, but when he and Steve had their fight... Peter could have DIED. To be fair, since then, he'd been through a few more near-death experiences (he's a vigilante, it's an occupational hazard), but this is still the first time a HERO was the one to hurt him. Looks like Tony's not the only one who has some healing to do in the aftermath of Steve's... well. Bucky was healed from all the HYDRA bullshit, so why was he freezing up every time he saw the spider-kid? He's nothing on the ex-Winter Soldier, master assassin- no, you know what? Fuck that, the kid caught his METAL ARM. What the FUCK?? That warrants some caution. It's not irrational, Sam, fuck you too! TL:DR; Peter is avoiding Steve because he has trauma from the airport fight. Bucky avoids Peter because the kid's STRONG. Miscommunications ensue. Words: 5843, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Everyone's worried about Peter, Part 1 of Marvel is Marvelling Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, (mentioned), more mentioned - Character, maybe others later - Character Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker Angst, Angst, Fluff, Brotherhood, between peter and bucky, Sam is Team Therapist, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, it's not bashing but it's not not bashing, u know?, inspired by a tiktok, check out radnasty on tiktok, their stuff is funny, and inspired this fic, those from TikTok who r here for this fic, HIIIIIIII, Miscommunication, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, it's okay though he's got bucky, They're friends your honour!, Peter's various brushes with death (TM), everyone is concerned about peter, Bucky Barnes & Shuri Friendship, mentioned - Freeform, Bucky knows the second that Shuri and Peter meet the world will end, He's gonna introduce them anyways, Steve and Bucky are codependent, which is how the miscommunication happens lol, there's a TikTok link within for the prompt this is based on, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no literally, I went on a four hour binge that ended at 2 am, and wrote 3000 words for this thing, no beta we die like men, Don't Like Don't Read, Enjoy!, multichapter because I don't know the meaning of concise, The Barest Hints Of, BAMF Peter Parker, Like, i'm not even kidding its in the last few hundred words of the second chapter, sorry do disappoint, maybe read the next one in the series for more? you know, when i write it read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

You can't work together (when you avoid each other like the plague)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870 by Lees_Shadows Post-civil war, the 'rogues' are avengers on a probationary basis. Bucky still went to Wakanda, and got de-HYDRA. Peter's internship is real, he spends time with Tony in the lab making little gadgets n shit for Stark Ind. Exposition OVER! Peter didn't realise it until he was sat at Tony's bedside after the whole 'Zemo' fight thing, but when he and Steve had their fight... Peter could have DIED. To be fair, since then, he'd been through a few more near-death experiences (he's a vigilante, it's an occupational hazard), but this is still the first time a HERO was the one to hurt him. Looks like Tony's not the only one who has some healing to do in the aftermath of Steve's... well. Bucky was healed from all the HYDRA bullshit, so why was he freezing up every time he saw the spider-kid? He's nothing on the ex-Winter Soldier, master assassin- no, you know what? Fuck that, the kid caught his METAL ARM. What the FUCK?? That warrants some caution. It's not irrational, Sam, fuck you too! TL:DR; Peter is avoiding Steve because he has trauma from the airport fight. Bucky avoids Peter because the kid's STRONG. Miscommunications ensue. Words: 5843, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Everyone's worried about Peter, Part 1 of Marvel is Marvelling Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, (mentioned), more mentioned - Character, maybe others later - Character Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker Angst, Angst, Fluff, Brotherhood, between peter and bucky, Sam is Team Therapist, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, it's not bashing but it's not not bashing, u know?, inspired by a tiktok, check out radnasty on tiktok, their stuff is funny, and inspired this fic, those from TikTok who r here for this fic, HIIIIIIII, Miscommunication, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, it's okay though he's got bucky, They're friends your honour!, Peter's various brushes with death (TM), everyone is concerned about peter, Bucky Barnes & Shuri Friendship, mentioned - Freeform, Bucky knows the second that Shuri and Peter meet the world will end, He's gonna introduce them anyways, Steve and Bucky are codependent, which is how the miscommunication happens lol, there's a TikTok link within for the prompt this is based on, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no literally, I went on a four hour binge that ended at 2 am, and wrote 3000 words for this thing, no beta we die like men, Don't Like Don't Read, Enjoy!, multichapter because I don't know the meaning of concise, The Barest Hints Of, BAMF Peter Parker, Like, i'm not even kidding its in the last few hundred words of the second chapter, sorry do disappoint, maybe read the next one in the series for more? you know, when i write it read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61801870