#starrose fanfic

[starrose17]

Sparring Match - Lucanis x Rook (male elf mage Crow)

My personal fix-it fic for the lack of first kiss between Rook and Lucanis.

This is my Rook:

Also available on AO3.

“It would be interesting to see you fight without using your magic, Rook.”

Rook glanced over at Lucanis from where they sat together at the dining room table. Lucanis was enjoying his favourite coffee roast, Rook his cioccolata calda, both in a relaxing moment of peace as they discussed the days events together.

“My magic is a part of my fighting style, just like how Spite is now a part of yours.” Rook replied with a soft smile.

“True, but you had already heard of my reputation before Spite.”

“Indeed I had, the demon of Vyrantium. But I still wish I could have seen you at your best without his help.”

“And I would like to see how capable you are only with knives, trained by Crows, and not along with your little magic ball of light.” Lucanis waggled his fingers in the air, then paused for a moment as he took a sip of his coffee, before his eyes narrowed and his lips curled with an idea, “Hmm…how about a sparring session? You, no magic, and me…I will attempt to ask Spite to stay out of it.”

“A sparring match?” an equally excited smile graced Rook’s lips, his eyes lighting up at the idea, “Sounds good. But will he listen?”

“He is Spite, more than likely if I tell him not to do something, he will do it, however…” Lucanis inclined his head to Spite, who was currently standing right beside the oblivious Rook, staring down at him with a deep, hungry expression.

“Will you behave?” Lucanis asked his demon, “Let me prove Rook wrong that I am just as good without you?”

Spite leant in close to Rook, who continued to stare back at Lucanis, unaware of the demon breathing in his ear. Spite sniffed him deeply, his nose right in his hair, then grinned.

"Confidence. Excitement!! Yes. Yeeeesss…” he hissed, before looking back at Lucanis also, “but I not promise.”

“He says he will try.” Lucanis informed Rook casually, swirling his coffee.

But then he paused again at the eager look in Rook’s eyes. They stared at each other from across the table, and in that one small moment of green eyes to dark ones, their drinks were immediately put down.

“Help me move the table.” Rook said quickly, and with considerable difficulty they managed to push the huge table back towards the fireplace to give them extra room, moving chairs to one side and creating an open space large enough to move around in.

“So, how’re we doing this?” Rook asked, shaking his hands where two daggers seemed to appear out of nowhere, grasping them firmly as he stepped to the side and stood with his feet apart, a ready stance, “No holding back, right?”

“We aim to hurt?” Lucanis asked, cautiously, just to clarify.

Rook’s lips curled again, “Well if you’re that worried I’ll hurt you you’ll just have to dodge won’t you?”

“Oh I am not worried.” Lucanis said confidently, a true smile on his lips, “Besides, your magic can heal any injuries afterwards, can it not?”

“Minor ones sure. Oh and hurt, not kill. I’m talking to you Spite.”

Spite hissed at him where still stood next to Rook, “He cannot order what to do!”

Lucanis shook his head with a wearily affectionate smile, “If you goad him Rook you know he will come out just to spite you.”

“Sorry Spite.” Rook grinned at a random space beside him, 3 feet from where Spite actually was.

Spite humfed, then turned to Lucanis, "Take Rook down! Prove best! Like him, but we best!"

Making no indication he'd heard him, Lucanis steadied his gaze upon his opponent, "So, ready?” he asked, sliding his rapier from its sheath.

Rook raised his daggers, an excitable aura just radiating off him, and smiled darkly, “Oh I’m ready.”

They then began to move slowly, circling each other like vultures, Rook’s eyes boring into Lucanis’ waiting for that one moment, that one spark, to set off their fight. They both moved with careful steps, Lucanis adjusting the hold on his rapier to match the attacks he knew Rook favoured, Rook moving one dagger higher ready for the defence. The fade around them seemed to sense the changing atmosphere, the air becoming thick with poised tension.

A wisp suddenly floated in through the main door and out again, and then they were on each other.

Blades clashed with parries and defences, Rook flying around Lucanis as blades swished in the air. Rook’s slender elven physic gave him a fast advantage, but Lucanis knew him well by now, and was excellent at blocking his moves. Various grunts and breaths soon filled the air, Rook bringing a blade up so close to Lucanis' face that Lucanis only just parried it with his own dagger in time.

Spinning around he thrust his rapier up just as Rook ducked sideways, Lucanis parrying the dagger aimed for his thigh, Rook sprinting up behind him, Lucanis flipping the dagger in his hand and stabbing it backwards, Rook dodging and coming up beside him to smash his elbow into his face.

It made contact, and Lucanis staggered backwards, hand to his nose which blood had now spurted out of.

 “Mierda! You really went for me!”

Rook spread his arms out wide beside him, dagger still in each hand, and grinned through his panting breaths, “I did tell you to dodge.”

“I see how it is.” Lucanis smirked back, twirling his own dagger in his hand and tapping his rapier against his leg before raising it again, “No holding back.”

They began to circle each other again, letting themselves regain breaths, letting their assassin minds focus on the body moving in front of them.

“It is no wonder you are hard to hit, there is nothing of you.” Lucanis commented, inclining his head towards Rook’s body.

“Advantage me, then.”

“And you know that, which makes it easy for me to anticipate that you will use the sneakiest of moves.”

Rook smiled eagerly, “And what does that mean exactly?”

Lucanis’ foot stepped on something broken which crunched beneath his foot, and in that split second Rook was on him. Lucanis saw him coming however and thrusted forward with his rapier, Rook dropping to his knees and sliding between Lucanis’ legs. But that was exactly what Lucanius had meant, and he turned in time to grab Rook by the scruff of his neck and turned again to throw him forward hard.

Rook landed with oofff bent over the table, but that didn’t stop him. Grabbing Lucanis’ half full coffee cup he threw it backward blindly. It caught Lucanis on the shoulder which threw him off balance, enough for Rook to dive towards him and slash across his chest, which Lucanis dodged just in time only catching the smallest bit of fabric.

The battle begun anew, as they fought so fast it would be almost impossible for an outsider to watch them and keep pace.

“I’ve always wanted to know,” Rook panted hard as he moved quickly to dodge Lucanis’ strike from the left, “How’d you even move around in those boots anyway?”

“They are not as cumbersome as they appear,” Lucanis panted back, jumping backwards away from Rook’s double stab forward, and countering it with his rapier nearly sending the daggers flying, but Rook followed through and spun away from Lucanis’ next attack and skidded backwards, “they are made from the finest Antivan leather after all. They are very flexible.”

Lucanis swung his rapier again and Rook bent backwards almost in half, bending at the knees and then nimbly darting out the way.

“You too are flexible!” Lucanis commented, enthusiastically impressed.

“Oh Lucanis, you have no idea how flexible I can be.” Rook said, gasping for air, twirling his daggers as he grinned right back at him, before lunging forward once more.

Outside the dining hall, having followed the energetic wisp back to the dining rooms door where it wavered eagerly, stood Neve, who had since now been joined by Emmrich and Taash. Neve had been listening at the door for a while now, and had now told the new audience that it seemed Rook and Lucanis were sparring inside.

This caused Emmrich to smile pleasantly pleased as he clapped his hands together, “Oh, it is always good to practise ones skills with an equal opponent.”

“Sure, so long as that’s all they do.” Neve said.

“I don’t follow, dear girl?” Emmrich blinked at her.

Neve gave a smirking look towards Taash, who rolled their eyes.

“Come on,” they said, grabbing onto Emmrich’s arm, “I don’t think you wanna be here when they start fucking.”

"Fu--OH! Oh you really think they’d...?"

"Anyone with eyes can see it.” said Neve, turning back at the sound of a loud crash of something breakable inside, “Well, apart from Lucanis."

"Oh dear..." Emmrich said forlornly, “yes I…even I had noticed our Rook doesn’t appear to get the affection he so evidently wants from Lucanis.”

“Maybe this’ll change things,” said Taash, “getting all hot and sweaty with someone, best way to get naked. You know, I mean if you’re not already hot and sweaty from being naked. Because you’ve been…you know…doin’ it.”

Emmrich stared at them.

Inside, the sparring was getting heated.

“You never saw me at the bar in Minrathous before this all started.” Rook panted hard, as Lucanis threw his arm out and grabbed him around the neck, Rook pulling close to distract him and twisting his arm to let go, “This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a fight without magic.”

“Why didn’t you use it before?”

“I was there to get information, didn’t want to entirely scare the bartender. Althoug-“ he was cut short as Lucanis swiped low and caught Rook’s legs, the rapier slicing through fabric and skin and sending Rook flailing out to the ground, droplets of blood hitting the floor.

Lucanis knew it was only a shallow wound though, and he raised his rapier to strike down, but Rook rolled sideward across the floor just in time, sparks flying where the sword tip hit the stone. Rook then flipped himself up and backwards, pushing hard against the wall and twirling his daggers towards Lucanis in a leap.

Lucanis stepped side-on to make himself a smaller target and ended up half catching Rook in his arms, his rapier dropping from his hand. The momentum of the leap had Rook’s face barely an inch from his own, and in that moment with a smirk on Rook’s lips, and a wide-eyed look from Lucanis at their sudden closeness, Rook head butted Lucanis on the forehead.

“Although,” Rook continued, chest heaving and standing back watching as Lucanis hit the table as he stumbled back, “I did headbutt her when she tried a sneak attack.”

Lucanis slowly raised himself up from the table, breathing just as hard, blood on his face, and smiling like he was having the best time of his life, “I believe that was you with the sneak attack.” He said, picking up his rapier.

“Not my fault you’re distracted by me.”

“Me distracted?” Lucanis exclaimed, as they began circling each other again. “Oh no my friend, I do not get…distracted.”

The dark smirk that came with that word made Rook pause in his circling for just a moment, his heart skipping a beat, and it was moment enough for Lucanis to strike.

Rapier out, he only just missed as Rook got his act together quickly and turned, sliding back-to-back past Lucanis, Lucanis spinning around and swatting at his legs again.  This time Rook was ready for him, and jumped backwards onto the table, turning his daggers in his hands to strike at Lucanis coming up for him. As he did though, Spite’s great purple wings flew outwards and Lucanis backflipped up off the table out of Rook's reach, up so high he landed on the balcony floor above them.

 “Hey that’s cheating!” Rook called out to him.

“Spite did say he didn’t promise!” Lucanis reminded him, before suddenly those wings spread wide again, and Lucanis was swooping down at Rook so fast Rook could do nothing but widen his eyes as Lucanis crashed into him.

Rook was forced backwards onto the table top, skidding several feet, plates smashing to the floor. He ended up with one arm pinned above him, the other pinned at his side, both daggers tumbling out of his hands. They stared at each other, chests heaving with exhaustion, Lucanis kneeling over him with one knee up high inbetween Rook’s open legs.

"Looks like I have you now, Rook." Lucanis stated, in a very superior tone.

But Rook just stared up at him, watching him, breaths panting, both shining with sweat.

"Do you?" Rook asked, suddenly very seriously and quietly, "Do you have me, Lucanis?"

The change of tension was palpable, and the pleased look in Lucanis' eyes melted away into something else, something...softer…and sadder. Their faces were inches from each other, Rook's arms still pinned, Lucanis' eyes seeming to gaze all over Rook's face.

"I...." Lucanis begun, his voice equally as soft and sad, before Rook suddenly hooked his knee up against Lucanis' leg and twisted.

The weak grip Lucanis had on Rook's wrists in that one soft moment now made it easy for Rook to flip their positions. Blinking rather stupidly, Lucanis now found himself on his back, with Rook straddling his waist, and the sharp sting of a dagger being pressed up against his throat.

"Because I'm pretty sure I have you." Rook said, with an insufferable smugness.

Lucanis let out a deep hum that vibrated his throat, and a proud smile grew on his lips. He slowly raised his hands up off the table in a sign of surrender.

“At least…” Rook continued, the smugness now gone out of voice, “maybe one day.”

Lucanis’ own expression fell into a stillness, and he blinked several times as he gazed up at his victor. Rook slowly removed the dagger and let it fall to the table, leaving him simply straddling Lucanis on the table.

Neither of them moved.

“Rook…” Lucanis said softly, a look in his eyes of caution and want all at the same time.

Slowly, Lucanis shuffled his arms backwards underneath him so he could lean upwards on his elbows, Rook having gone very still. But Lucanis didn’t say anything else.  They just looked at each other.  Rook then moved forward and down slightly, just cautiously, his long hair falling past his ear and shielding his face from view at one side. Lucanis didn’t move. Rook leant down further, Lucanis still just staring up at him. But then eyes were closing, and lips were touching, soft and warm, and thoughts of so this is what it would have felt like if Lucanis had plucked up the courage to go through with their near kiss those few months ago.

Rook’s fingers curled against the fabric on Lucanis’ chest where they rested. He let out a small moan, Lucanis not pulling away when Rook licked his tongue gently against Lucanis’ bottom lip, encouraged and trying to hold back the immediate carnal thoughts of just pinning Lucanis down right now. Both their hearts were still pounding from their exertions, Rook could feel Lucanis’ underneath his hand, and he was sure that it somehow beat even faster.

Lucanis wasn’t exactly kissing back…maybe a little bit, but it was enough. All these weeks, the flirts, the near kiss, Rook understood he did he really did but…

“Did that taste like honey then?” Rook asked in a whisper as he pulled back, his lips barely leaving Lucanis’ to ask the question.

Lucanis didn’t say anything for a moment, but he remained leaning up on his elbows, eyes soft as they gazed into Rook’s.

“And lavender cream.”

Rook all but beamed at him, a smile that showed white teeth and crinkled his nose. He then raised his hand and gently placed it to Lucanis’ forehead where he’d headbutt him, and his damaged nose. A warm heat began, and Lucanis closed his eyes at the feel, the wounds healing beneath hands trained to kill. As he finished, Rook gently stroked the backs of his fingers down Lucanis’ cheek, Lucanis' dark eyes not looking away once from Rook's, as that hand came to rest back on his chest again.

“I know you’re not ready Lucanis. But just so you know, I’m not going anywhere.”

Lucanis finally smiled, a soft, easy smile, “You know, you make it very hard to try to resist you.”

“Then stop trying.” Rook whispered, his voice rough, his eyes darkening quickly as Lucanis moved to lie back down so he could reach out with one hand, placing it cautiously on Rook’s thigh.

“It’s gone quiet…” Taash said, their ear to the door.

“Maybe they’ve stopped.”

“Maybe they’re doin’ it. We should ask the caretaker to make them a fucking room.”

“My! My dear them please enough with the vulgarity!”

“What? You want them doin’ it on the table where we eat??”

Lucanis’ hand felt warm and so, so tempting on Rook’s thigh. Rook closed his eyes and let out a small sigh.

“Lucanis, you say you find it hard to resist me but…you have no idea what you…Lucanis, just…tell me. What’s happening here? Are we…are we starting something? Are we going any further tonight or…?”

Lucanis’ other hand came to rest upon Rook’s other thigh too, and Rook would have been ashamed of the ease in which he felt a trembling shiver pass through him, if not for the fact he was very rapidly getting turned on and still wasn’t sure exactly what Lucanis wanted.

That was a first kiss, and Lucanis…he’d been tortured, imprisoned, had a demon possessing him, had the mess with the Illario and the Crows still to sort out, there was so much to this man but all Rook wanted to do was…

“You really want to be involved in my mess?” Lucanis asked softly, but seriously.

“I do, I really, really want to be involved in your mess.”

Lucanis let out a small chuckle at the desperate enthusiasm in Rook’s voice, and Rook grinned rather sheepishly.

A silence passed between them, and Rook could see the decisions and thoughts passing over Lucanis’ eyes. Eventually, Lucanis raised one of his hands, and cupped Rook’s jaw.

“Come here then.” he whispered deeply, relenting, and Rook all but melted on top of him.

Their lips met again, Rook’s body lying on him now, kissing him with all that desperate enthusiasm that Lucanis was now allowing him to have.

“Wait, wait,” Lucanis chuckled into their kiss again, Rook pulling back with a what now look on his face, “Slower Rook, slowly.”

Rook pulled himself together. He didn’t want to turn Lucanis off with his over enthusiasm, so this time, he closed his eyes gently as he kissed him, slowly, purposefully, the feel of Lucanis’ arms coming up around him making his heart race again. He wanted this man more than he could put into words. The taste of coffee on his lips, the muscles beneath the clothing, the sweetness of his words and his voice, oh, his accent.

Lucanis was very much kissing him back now, the feel of his tongue sliding against Rook’s, the heat radiating off him, the little moan caught in his throat when Rook nipped at his bottom lip.

“You have people. Outside door. They listen!”

“What?!”

Lucanis broke the kiss so fast to look up he banged his head against Rook’s. Spite was standing right next to them, grinning and alternating between looking at them and the door.

“What??” Spite said to the disgusted look Lucanis was giving him, “I not desire demon! I not care!! But people here! It funny!”

“Excuse me a moment.” Lucanis said, and Rook, looking at him oddly, let him stand up and watched as Lucanis walked to the door and swung both doors open wide.

The audience outside, now all the companions they had, all turned on the spot and walked away, suddenly springing into forced conversations pretending they had not all been pressing their ears against the door.

Spite stood next to him, still grinning, “See? Funny!”

“Okay,” Lucanis sighed, turning to look at him, “We need to sort out what we are doing, if Rook and I are…”

“I already say! I not care!”

“Well I do!”

“Well I can’t leave!”

“Then we need to find some kind of arrangement.”

“Why? I not care!”

Rook watched this one sided conversation with fascination, “Spite causing problems?” he asked, as he walked over to stand with Lucanis, watching the other companions disappear quickly.

Though he did notice Taash looking back over their shoulder at him, and winked.

“I hate to say this Rook, but…I think I need to figure what to do with Spite before we…become closer.” Lucanis said, choosing his words. Rook raised an eyebrow at him, but Lucanis just shrugged, “You said you wanted to be part of my mess.”

Rook’s eyebrow remained raised, before he sighed, smiling and accepting the fact this was not going to happen anytime soon.

“That I did. Okay. Just…tell me I can come and kiss you whenever I want?” he asked hopefully, his hands coming up to softly clutch at Lucanis’ biceps.

Lucanis gave him a crooked smile, “That, I can do.”

Grabbing Rook gently by his slender waist, Lucanis pulled him in close, capturing his lips in a confident kiss, that once again had Rook melting against him.

“Eheh heh.”

Lucanis opened one eye through the kiss to see Spite standing right beside them, watching. He broke the kiss to turn his head and glare at him.  Rook, who had very much been into that kiss, turned to the empty space beside him, then looked at Lucanis with an amused smile.

“Mess?”

“Mess.” Lucanis growled.

[jackyjango]

Cherik Fanfic Tag Game

This is probably the toughest thing I’ve done all week. He he he..

Also, I’m not going to rec 1 fic per question, because that’s impossible, and after 5 years in the fandom, if I’m reccing 1 fic, then I’m doing something wrong. lol

Thank you @akasanata for tagging. It is a paramount joy to share my love of cherik with everyone else! :D (My chrome didn’t think the same though. It crashed twice while making this post. lol)

1. What is your favourite Cherik canon/ canon fix-it fic?

Canon’s a disaster. lol. But there are few fantastic works out there. I’ll also rec ‘Mansion fic’s

Our House, In The Middle Of Our Street by Clocks

I Can Honestly Admit I Never Expected That by swoopswoop

Shared Custody by smilebackwards

2. What is your favourite AU Cherik fic? Favourite(s), you mean!? Got you!

I LOVE AUs man, anytime, all the time!

The Associates by @ikeracity and @pangeasplits

Space Jam by  maimo, MonstrousRegiment, Pangea, Yaegaki

Strict Machine by @euphorbic

White Nights by  spicedpiano, tahariel

Scenes from the Wild by nekosmuse

Serendipity by  Choco_Bear, humanveil, snaxo

3. What is your favourite slow burn, super long Cherik fic?

Ah!! Now we’re talking!

Everyday Love in Stockholm by  tahariel

Sink or Swim by @endingthemes

These ties, how fast they break by @ikeracity 

To Rattle the Stars by @pangeasplits

4. What’s your favourite short and sweet Cherik fic?

Some of these are not very short, but they’re saccharine sweet!! :D

Your Father's Daughter by  ConsultingWriter

Bottle of Elderflower by StarRose

Buried a Second Time by Black_Betty

For The Record by @endingthemes

Accidentally Welcome to the Rest of our lives by @kianspo

The Only One by Rosawyn

Omega Online by  miss_aphelion

Terrifying Domesticity by  ishipitsobad

i found god (i found him in a lover) by ama

5. Which Cherik fic gives you all the angst and the feels? 

*Shivers*

These Cindered Bones by  swoopswoop

180 by zimothy

Quiet Like A Fire by @kianspo

The stars incline us, they do not bind us by @ikeracity and @pangeasplits

The Prodigal Son by  Madd4the24

Us by @pangeasplits

The Master of Charlton Park by @gerec

6. What’s your favourite PWP/smutty Cherik fic?

Some of these have a plot or fluff in them, but they also have A+ pornzzz!!

Do you require any assistance? by  kageillusionz

it’s all right (i know it’s right) by  firstlightofeos, pearl_o, Red

crazy in love by velvetcadence

Weekend Getaways by Red

7. What’s your best recent find in the Cherik fanfic world?

I swear I have no idea how I discovered this gem only a few days ago...

And The Band Is (Somehow) Still Playing by  cheezybananaz, septicwheelbarrow

8. If you could only recommend one Cherik fic, what would it be?

Make that 2, and here you go! Both are series, so it’ll amount 4 actually. Lol

Sound of Silence by zimothy (2 works. I LOVE this series with ALL MY HEART)

Growing Up Lehnsherr  by (2 works. This series is GOLD!!)

If interested, tagging: @demonlady @l-p-r-o-c-k @gerec @ikeracity @fatcatsarecats @pinkoptics @kianspo @sielustaja @fassymioamor8 @nesnalou @amaranth42 @bocje-ce-ustu @mikanskey @lamialee @weethreequarter @alchemagickal @irelise @mnemo-ink @fullmetalcarer

And ALL the cherikers out there!! :D

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Hey I wasn't sure who to go to, but just thought I'd inform someone that xItachi-lover18 on ffnet has copied segments of various author's fanfics into a 23 chaptered compilation named Incorrigivel. For e.g. chapter 2 is an excerpt from starrose's the impatient snugglebug!!

This is fucking disgusting and nonnie you are a true fucking hero and I'm so grateful???? Thank you so much for reaching out?!!!??!

EVERYONE PLEASE GO CHECK THIS OUT AND IF SOMEONE KNOWS HOW TO GO ABOUT FIXING THIS PLEASE TELL ME AS WELL

[flordefandom]

Hello! Sorry to bother you with this but do you have any Flint/Silver fic recs?

drHey, don’t worry!! I love this types of questions!! Fair warning, all the fics are rated Explicit.

Okay, first I hope you don’t mind some shameless self-promote:

My only finished work so far is my Answers series, post-shark date AU where they never found the maroons (I didn’t know I was going to fall in love with Madi when I started writing nor what role they would play). It’s basically a PWP trilogy.

Now, onto my WIPs:

Just the shadow: My Modern AU where Flint and Silver have reincarnated. Stoic philosophy talks about Eternal Recurrence, where time is cyclical and events must happen again and again. Are Flint and Silver doomed repeat their tragic story? This is my baby fic. I’ve been working on it for over a year and I’m extremely proud of it, it still has a long way to go. Salmons are also a thing.

Enough series: A post s4 fix-it, which is basically a foursome. So far has two parts. It’s basically a mix of smut and angst.

For that devious dance: aka Fake Marriage AU, the Fake Matelotage AU this fandom needed but not necessarily the one it deserved. I’ll update soon.

I’ll also add soon a Greek Mythology AU where Silver is Hermes turned mortal as punishment.

Alright, now for the actual fic recs. First, a few WIPs:

Our pain is the same by Salatuh: Where do I begin. Do you want a writer that’s good at writing hot as fuck sex scenes but also incredible angst that goes along canon. This is the first part o a four part series. And I totally recommend his fic, because for God’s sake.

Be my End by brasspetal: Amazing Treasure Island AU where Flint is also on board to get the treasure. Dawn's prose is freaking fantastic.

Now, this is basically me going through the Silverflint tag in AO3 and telling you my favorites. Behind the cut because fuck this is long.

Any Port in a Storm by Farasha: This series looks at Silver an Flint’s relationship though season 2, in those holes in canon, and how it’d be if they were fucking from early on.

The Edge of the Map by Farasha: What would have happened if Silver had met Flint when he was still in the Navy and they reunion several years later when Flint’s a pirate.

Our Longed-For Bed by mapped: An incredibly hot and touching s3 first time fic with rimming.

What’s in a Name? by Craftnarok: Proof that the s3 finale is a fanfic. Writtn before the s3 finale, what would happen if Flint told Silver his story. I know.

Until death it is all life by Craftnarok: The one where Silver realises he has the hots for Flint after he tells him about Thomas.

Heartlines on your Hand by samedifference61: A post-s3 fic. Flint discovers he still has more to give. Beautifil first time fic.

Let me see you in your darknessby ember_firedrake: An excellent series where Flint decides to punish Silver after he refuses to write down the entire page and Silver gets aroused. Super beautiful series.

Whetstone by balloonstand: After the battle for Nassau, Flint shaves Silver and they find each other:

Memories of you like scars under my skinby GreenQueenofClubs: Another beautiful fic of what would have happened if Silver and Flint had met before.

To Sleep Perchance to Dreamby Craftnarok: A beatiful PWP where Silver has trouble sleeping and stumbles onto something.

i’ll kiss your lips and i’ll black your eyes by vowelinthug: PWP where Flint teaches Silver how to fight before that episode aired.

let us possess one worldby vowelinthug: Post s3 fic. Where Silver has to face what Billy’s done with his name, there’s a barfight and Flint sees Long John Silver in action.

that pirate aesthetic by vowelinthug: A series about Silver getting tattoos as part of a master seduction plan. Hot as fuck, I love it.

If only for a night by ember_firedrake: A beautiful fic where a post-show Silver travels back in time an meets Lt. James McGraw. Oh the feels.

like a clockmaker fixes time by mapped: Silver dreams about Flint and he tells him. Flint can’t breathe when he does. Lovely fic.

you are the queen and i am the wolf by vowelinthug: Where John Silver has a big dick. Nuff said.

All Are Lunatics by movies_michelle: Silver seduces Flint because he’s after the gold only. If only.

st. augustine is that way by vowelinthug: The reason why this fandom cries over oranges. Post-show Flint has an orange farm, Silver comes.

A Year in the Life by Jmeelee: The basketball/college AU this fandom needed but didn’t know it.

Turn the radio up when your heart breaks down by PrimalScream: Modern AU where both Flint and Silver are broken, but they find each other because Flint’s dials a number he found in a bathroom.

Wind Me Upby PrimalScream: Post s4 PWP with rimming.

‘Til the world stops turning by PrimalScream: That fic where Silver has a threesome with Flint and Miranda. Go read it. Now. (And it’s sequel)

memories you bury or live by by mapped: A beautiful fic where Flint and Silver come together under the sunlight.

don’t you wish i would by vowelinthug: where finally the sexual tension of capturing a Spanish warship together comes to a close.

Don’t Fear the Ships (Fear the Black) by Farasha: A fic where Flint pushes Silver but also tries to train him as his sucessor. Silver disagrees.

pitch black, pale blue by mapped:That Silverflint fic where Flint stumbles upon some Silvermuldoon. There isn’t enough Silvermuldoon in this fandom we need more.

Make music out of me by PrimalScream: A doctor!Flint and nurse!Silver AU.

the only way out is the way back in by samedifference61: It starts a nice Silverflintmadi oneshot set in s3. Then the sequel is post s4 and it just slays you.

between victory and a white flag by mapped: What do you mean this isn’t how 4x08 happened?

The Kissing!Verse by Magnetism_bind: That series where there’s lots of smut but you’ll be desperate just wanting them to kiss.

after all verse by WeeBestie: Silver and Flint reunite several years later. The series full of smut and feels for two old grey men. This series couldn’t be cuter.

inhale, exhale, and reset by mapped: One of those post s4 fix-it fics this fandom desperately needs. And a great one at that.

That old sword-play by jauneclair: Sword training 4x09 sex. Do I need to say more?

leave the lights on by natlet: A beutiful reincarnation AU where Flint is an artist and Silver tried to run a con.

how we could be brought here by love by mapped: 4x03. Flint has a minor injury and Silver gets desperate. Silverflintmadi.

being worshipped is a breeze by vowelinthug: A Road to El Dorado AU. What more do you need?

(He Don’t Need No) Educationby Jmeelee: Modern!AU where Silver discovers things about his sexuality and Flint is there to teach him.

A True Story by iwtv: A post s4 fix-it fic where Silver finally tells Flint his story.

an unfinishable story by mapped: An extremely poetic post s4 fix-it fic where the Cliff plays an important role.

Under Starless Skies We Are Lost by Magnetism_bind: Another beautiful sword training 4x09 fic. Beautiful.

we lean like gardens (toward light) by mapped: Are there enough sword training fics? No, this one is beautiful too.

But If You Try Sometimes, Well, You Might Find … by Magnetism_bind: Where Silver needs some spanking to take out the edge of losing a leg. Flint provides.

hold on you by WeeBeastie: Did you know that you needed a Rodeo AU? No? Well, you need it.

Your Salty Skin and How It Mixes In With Mine by Magnetism_bind: Where Silver gets aroused by seeing Flint fight (who can blame him) and smut occurs.

smallpox by vowelinthug: The post s4 fix-it fic with the best written Thomas. Silverflinthamilton of course.

Your Hips, Your Lips, Your Skin On Mine by Magnetism_bind: where Flint is an artist and Silver comes as a nude model for his class.

King In Mine Eyes by medusine: Where after Silver returns in 4x03 Flint shows his appreciation.

it’s just you and the moon on my skin by mapped: Silver is a vampire, Flint is a werewolf and the things you read in this fandom. Not that I regret it.

Stay by salatuh: Where Flint cries during sex.

Quickening by PrimalScream: Silver is a dom for hire. Flint hires him. *clears throat*

Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On by KilgoreTrout: One of those fics with a touch of supernatural elements that this fandom so needs.

L/S - I Will Stand Here With You by StarRose: Where Silver is a singer in a rock band and Flint falls in love with his siren. I mean, this is just a casual thing, right?

You Are Whole by salatuh: Do you have a feet fetish. Well I don’t yet here we are. There’s also tears.

Worth a Shot by AngryPirateHusbands, Magnetism_bind: Silverflinthamilton sex. Where Flint and Thomas decide to bring in home the hot bartender.

Okay, after that clustefuck of 55 recommended fics I add one special mention:

Lightbringer verse by ElDiablito_SF: I still haven’t got to read it because I’m a disaster and I know this verse is UGH. Don’t be like me read it.

This is all, and I’m sure this is not what you had in mind. But I don’t know this fandom is incredibly talented. There are so many good fics missing from here, but I somehow had to make a selection. Ughhh it was so hard, I love this fandom.

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Asunder - A completed Lokius AU explicit fanfic - 109,106 words.

Here on A03.

SUMMARY:

The violent God and the gentle Man, two sides of Loki’s split personality that has him locked in a criminal mental institution. His doctor, Mobius, has him under his care, but there are things Loki doesn’t remember, about his crime, about his past…about who Mobius really is. All Loki knows is that he is afraid of what the God will do next, and that the easy smile of his doctor makes something stir warmly inside him.

THEMES and TAGS:

Top!Mobius/Bottom!Loki.

Happy ending.

Love & romance, Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Angst.

Past child abuse, Mental disorder.

But mostly, it is romantic and painful you will feel all the emotions, many reviewers said they cried frequently. See this review here (click on it to enlarge):

NOTES:

This fic deals with Dissociative Identity Disorder i.e. Split personality. You don't have to know anything about it to read, but for anyone who does have this disorder, my beta reader also has it, so has told me exactly what it feels like to have various personalities and all the medical terminology, so thanks to him the story should be pretty accurate to someone dealing with this in real life. He read every chapter before I posted it and I changed anything that didn't fit right with him. Even so, this is a fic not a published novel and some creative liberties have been taken.

Also this is set in modern times but please note that modern medical information about D.I.D. in this fic is set out as limited, kind of mid 1980’s knowledge.

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See You Tomorrow

Modern!au Athelnar fic for History's Vikings.

Long!fic, explicit.

Finished at 119,500 words!

Summary: After suffering through a horrific tragedy, Athelstan has lost his faith. A difficult thing, when living in the village on the Holy Island of Lindisfarne. Refusing to talk to God, and knowing the locals are watching him, Athelstan tries to continue with his life as though he wasn't screaming inside. When a tourist named Ragnar Lothbrok visits the island, his wild and very forward personality gives Athelstan a jump start in actually living his life, not just being alive.

Though Athelstan isn't entirely sure if it helps or not that Ragnar is trying to seduce him every two seconds.

Hint: It does.

READ NOW ON AO3

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John would wonder every now and then if he should go back to getting family motel rooms, instead of just two beds.  They were harder to come by last minute and were more expensive even if they were available, but perhaps it was time his sons stopped sharing a bed?

Occasionally he would pay out for one, but every time it turned out to be a waste of money.  John would wake to find his young Dean having snuck into Sam’s single bed at some point during the night, wrapped around his little brother like another blanket, just like how he used to do in Sam’s crib when he was a baby.

So John figured it was pointless, and went back to the easier and cheaper two bed scenario.

As his sons grew however, the thought would enter his head again, and once more he’d pay out special for a larger room, this one with a double bed and two singles.  He’d return from a hunt and find his sons squashed together in the middle of the double bed, the tv static crackling where they’d been watching a movie together, arms entangled, foreheads barely a breath away from touching, fast asleep and peaceful.  

John would find a smile tugging at his lips. It seemed his boys were always going to be close, which in this lifestyle was a good thing.  Family was everything, family had your back on a hunt. His boys were gonna be great hunters.

As they grew, and John would take Dean out on hunts, teaching him the family business, Sam would never be asleep when they returned, unable to relax without his brother. So after cleaning himself up Dean would crawl under the covers with his brother again, Sam all questions on what happened, Dean cradling his head and the mass of floppy hair that came with it and snuggling down to tell him everything.

Years later, and the only motel room left at this particular place was in fact a family room, and this time the scent of the yellow eyed demon was rearing it’s ugly head.  John had left Dean with Sam, not wanting to bring him along this time, and was not surprised when he returned in the middle of the night to once more find an empty bed, and Sam and Dean wrapped together in a small single.

Sam was 17 now, Dean 21. Sam had shot past both of them in height already, and John could see one foot dangling off the end of the bed were Sam was snuggled down against Dean’s bare chest, his head tucked under Dean’s chin, a hand curled against his neck.  John could tell from the shape of their bodies that Sam had one leg thrown over Dean’s under the covers.

He tried to be quiet, placing his gun on the table, but accidently kicking the bedroom bin where one of his boys had moved it during the day.  He winced, looking back to them, and at the noise Sam moved in his sleep. The hand that was curled by Dean’s neck moved higher, his fingers running gently through Dean’s shorter hair and cradling his head closer, throwing even more of his body over his older brothers as Dean’s arm that encircled him squeezed him tighter. Sam’s face tucked right against Dean’s, pressing his nose against his cheek, and still asleep Dean turned towards him, their noses brushing, breathing the same air as their sleep continued.

John watched them quietly. Was this normal at their age? Mind you, what was normal to the Winchester family?  To have come back and found them in separate beds now that would have not been normal.  All of their young lives John had known them to be so close, Dean protecting and loving his little brother like he was the most precious jewel the planet had to to offer.  John didn’t need to worry about Sam’s safety with Dean around him.

They would always be close, they would always have each other’s backs, and as John climbed into his own bed with only the yellow eyed demon reflected in his thoughts, he felt safe in the knowledge that they would be alright...without him, if it came to it.

In the dark, he didn’t see Dean close the gap, kissing his brother softly on the lips, an automatic sleepy reaction to having his soulmate so close and warm.

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To The Stars

COMPLETED! A multi-chapter happy ending Titanic AU for Aziraphale and Crowley in Good Omens. Expect a ton of romance, with a little heartache and tension thrown in for good measure. Aziraphale and Crowley do survive.

Summary:  Aziraphale is being forcibly sent to America to be forcibly married to Gabriel. Crowley is going to forcibly screw that up.

Rating: Explicit.

Word count:  88,199.

Read HERE on AO3.

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Chapters: 14/14 - COMPLETED!

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Summary: The happy ending Titanic!Au. Aziraphale is being forcibly sent to America to be forcibly married to Gabriel. Crowley is going to forcibly screw that up.

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Fandom: The Witcher (TV series)

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier

Summary: Modern!AU. Geralt has just left a relationship with Yennefer, the boss of the Vengerberg's, a top London crime family. They leave on good terms, and he stays as a bodyguard for hire, called upon when needed. He has every reason to believe his life will carry on as normal, but he barely gets two footsteps down the street before he finds a noisy angel amongst his monsters of the crime world.

Jaskier has no idea what he's gotten himself involved with.

And frankly, he's more excited for it.

Rating: NC-17 

Chapters: 1 of ? 

PLEASE NOTE: Anyone who knows me knows I write nothing but epic long fanfics with epic sex scenes and epic love/angst scenes. This will be no exception :D

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[FIC] Vikings (Ragnar/Athelstan) - Final Night

Read it here on Ao3

Romantic porn basically. Set in season 2 episode 4, after Athelstan decides to remain in England while Ragnar is to return home in the morning. That night before Ragnar leaves, Athelstan visits his Earl's tent.

(snippet)

“If you really want to stay here,” Ragnar said softly against his lips, before kissing him again, “then I’m having you tonight.”

Athelstan immediately tried to pull away with a fond yet exasperated sigh, “Ragnar…“

“We haven’t had sex since we left Kattegat, I know you don’t want others to hear us-“

“-and I don’t, we’re only in a tent.” Athelstan could hear the people outside around the camp talking with each other as though there were no barriers at all.

Read it here on Ao3

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[FIC] The Blue Dove (Ragnar/Athelstan, modern AU)

Summary: Modern!AU. Athelstan is sent to a home for the criminally insane. Everyone says he murdered his family, he doesn't remember. Ragnar is the husband of Lagertha, the owner of the asylum, and is very interested in her new patient. Very interested. 

This was an idea that's been swimming around my head for a little while, with all the work I have to do with now for my apprenticeship though I have no idea when I'll be updating (i shouldn't really have written this in the first place ^^;), but see what you think anyhow.

Chapter 1

He wasn’t sure how it happened.  He wasn’t even sure what it was that had actually taken place.  All he could see as he looked down were the splashes of red on his t-shirt and jeans, his eyes blinking rapidly as he looked back up at the numerous white flashes emanating from the dozens of reporter cameras all around him.  All sound was muffled, as though listening from far away as the questions the reporters were shouting at him were lost in a haze.  The metal handcuffs bit into his wrists. The warmth from the hand on his upper arm that belonged to one of the police officers taking him out of the house and down the path was oddly comforting, for whatever had happened in there all he knew was that he’d felt cold before they arrived. Very, very cold.

The window had been open, and he’d knelt on that carpet for so long, just looking at them, their lifeless bodies just…there.

How did they get there?

The blood on his hands had long since dried.

As he was moved up into the back of a police van, cooperating though…he wasn't sure why, one of the reporters broke through the police barrier, running up to him, shoving a microphone up to him.

“They were the heart of our Christian community, is this a possession of the devil that has caused you to murder all your family?”

Athelstan blinked at his own red hands, cuffed in front of him on his lap where he sat. His breathing was slow, slower than normal, but by the time the words this woman had said made their way into his conscious mind the reporter had already been pulled back and the van doors shut.

Athelstan slowly looked up at the police officer sitting opposite him, a handgun trained on him where he sat.

“I-I…….killed...my family?”

The officer said nothing.  Athelstan said nothing else. He just let the silent tears drip down his cheeks, soaking into the blood on his jeans.

He didn't…remember.

Nor did he really remember much about the following Court proceedings. He knew people were trying to talk to him, but that soundless haze remained, blocking ears and brain, he couldn't focus, he didn't want to focus, he killed his family? No. No that can’t be right.  His parents, four brothers and little sister. Why? He was a Christian, he loved his family like he loved God, his father ran the local church, he practically lived in there, prayed every day, helped with the Sunday school, to kill-…..

“How do you plead?”

His lawyer - he had a lawyer? - kept nudging his arm.

Athelstan tore his unfocused gaze away from the overly shiny polished oak wood desk in front of him, and looked up.  There were people staring at him, the whole large full room was staring at him, he…

“Wh…-“ he began, looking around the courtroom, all eyes waiting for him to answer the question that……..plead? Plead what? What was….happening?

“Where…am I?”

The loud murmur that rose from the courtroom remained in Athelstan’s ears long after it finished.  The man next to him stood and said something about insanity, but Athelstan didn’t really care that much.  His head hurt.  His eyes hurt.  His chest hurt. When two men took his handcuffed arms either side and led him out to another van, a white van with some sort of neat black text on the side, and a little dove, he sat perfectly quietly, staring out of the small barred window watching as buildings turned to trees and countryside.

“Hello Athelstan.”

Athelstan blinked, he was standing outside a large red-bricked building, and there was a lady with long blond hair in a white lab coat standing in front of him. He didn’t remember getting out the van.  He watched a sparrow fly up into a tree nearby.

“Athelstan?”

Athelstan finally looked at her.  She was very very pretty, but not delicate, oh no, strong jaw and features, a lady who knew how to handle herself, and probably others, that was for sure.

“Hello.” Athelstan replied quietly, a little confused.

The lady smiled softly, “My name is Lagertha.  I’m here to take you to your room and help you get settled in, okay?”

She had an accent.  He couldn't tell where from. “Okay.”

He still had his hands cuffed.  He followed Lagertha towards the building, two men still walking beside him, and he quickly took a peak behind him at the tall strong metal fence that ran around the building. The van must have passed through it to get inside. He didn’t remember. There was a sign on the fence:

“Danger.  High-Electrical charge. Do Not Touch.”

As he turned forward again there was another sign next to the heavy thick metal front door of the building as he walked inside.

Welcome to Kattegat Medical Facility

Please sign in at reception.

It is illegal to enter the inner section of this building without written doctor or law enforcement consent. You must be escorted by a guard at all times.

Warning: Dangerous criminals.

Dangerous criminals?!  What!?

“Hey, calm down!”

Why were they taking him here?! He didn’t know anyone here!

“Boy quiet down or we will restrain you!”

No, no no no this wasn’t right, this can’t be right, where was he? Why - what was happening????? Mum?? Dad??

“Gentlemen please hold him down.”

There was a very large needle suddenly coming towards his arm from the pretty Lagertha lady.  How did he get on the floor?

No. NO!

“Please Lord have mercy on me!”

Was he screaming?  He might have been, he didn’t really…know…..…..slow……everything was suddenly…..slow………….

He could feel his head dropping to the floor, three faces staring down at him, but just as the medication took effect there was another face that came into view, fading fast, but it was difficult not to see those immensely bright blue eyes, staring down at him curiously.

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One Angel's Kiss (Vikings fanfic, Athelstan/Brother Cenwulf)

Title: One Angel's Kiss

Summary: Brother Cenwulf wrote secret poems about his fellow Monk and friend Athelstan, though he wasn't sure why.

Notes: Based on this information about Monks of old writing love poems to each other. There is also scene in this that refers to a scene in the extended version of Vikings, where Brother Cenwulf attempts to escape from the Vikings by swimming out to sea. Rollo runs after him and tries to drown him for a laugh, before dragging him back to the others.

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Brother Cenwulf knew there wasn’t anything particularly special about himself.  He was an average singer in the choir as he and fellow brothers praised the Lord above, an average worker around the monastery, cleaning and tending to the fields out back, even just an average writer.  He always got his work done but it was nothing special, he could never create his writings as quickly and as beautifully as others, especially Brother Athelstan.

Read here on AO3

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Vikings Fic: #monksgonnamurderme

Title: #monksgonnamurderme

Pairing: TBlag (Travis Fimmel/George Blagden)

Rating: NC-17

Summary:  Travis gets hold of George's smart phone. Chaos ensues, for George.

Read below or here on Ao3. Featuring some cleverly photoshopped tweets.

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It was a well known fact that Travis hated technology. He'd said many a time that he's an old fashioned farm boy through and through, and just because everyone else whipped out their smart phones on set every time the cameras stopped rolling didn't mean he was going to join in.  

So he'd have a cigarette, or talk to someone who'd managed to resist the lure of twitter or facebook or whatever else was out there online. Or plan more pranks, something he did very frequently and with everyone distracted and their eyes glued to a small flat surface then he got away with them all the time.

It was how he'd tricked George that first time, his first prank which ended up being the most "famous" and taught Travis that out of everyone on set it was George who was the most gullible, and the one most addicted to his phone. 

The first prank had been easy and a spur of the moment thing. They'd just filmed the scene where Ragnar takes Athelstan back to his home to meet the family, tying the rope that was around the priests neck to a post while the children had a look at their new strange foreign slave.

The director had yelled cut and it was time for lunch, and while a set-hand appeared next to George to undo the rope from the post, George had immediately taken out his phone from within the cowl (he actually kept in on him??) and in seconds was tapping away something on the screen.

Travis saw the end of the rope lying on the ground, so as casually as possible he walked around behind George and taking a quick peek over his shoulder to see that George was....what was the word, "tweeting" something, Travis quietly tied the rope back to the pole.

Watching George then walk away only to fall on his arse backwards after choking and strangling himself on the rope had everyone around them in hysterics.  The poor boy had blushed like crazy, trying to laugh and wave it off as the laughing Travis helped him up, but it was that look he gave him as those pale blue eyes peered up at him embarrassed, that blush that crept up his pale throat and tinted his cheeks, that....innocence that radiated of the guy, it made Travis want to take the end of that rope and lead George back to his trailer, where he could tie him to his bed instead and make that blush even deeper and discover just how far down it goes.

Well, let’s just say George became his favourite prank victim after that. Travis liked that look, alot, and he'd get it out of George again and again and again.

As the months went by and the series ended, all the actors going their separate ways, then the television release and series 2 interviews beginning to take place, everyone who knew the two actors were very well aware and used to just how close Travis would get to George whenever they were in the vague vicinity of each other.  Nothing was a surprise any more, even to those who had originally thought that Travis was perhaps bullying the younger man more than just pulling funny pranks, because George never asked him to stop, never pushed him away if he decided to paw at him and destroy any sense of personal space, for they'd learnt there was no such thing as personal space between Travis and George.

A lot of them laughed in secret behind Travis' back that he acted just like a little boy trying to get the attention of the one he had a crush on. Pulling pranks and making jokes and making life embarrassing and awkward for the young actor, manhandling him at every given moment with hugs and arms around the shoulders and flicking invisible dust off his arm and patting his hair, not to mention the gazes that would never turn to anyone else if George was in the same room.

It had got to the point that if anyone was ever looking for Travis, they just needed to ask where George was.

The interviewers had got hold of this easy information and used it to their advantage.  Either keeping the two of them as far away from each other as humanly possible so some serious interviewing could be done (putting every other actor seated between them), or in one case sticking four of them on a small cramped sofa with George practically sitting in Travis's lap squashed so close together you could in fact see the mischievous sparkle in Travis' eyes.  Arm around him here was easy, pulling him closer was easy, in fact everything was easy, and when it came to Travis kissing him on the cheek and pinching his nipple? Well, Clive and Gustaf next to them didn't even bat an eyelid, just continued answering the interviewers questions leaving those two to huddle together blind to every single thing going on around them.

This was normal to them.

"He's my sex slave."

This was also normal.

The entire interview was Travis teasing and George squirming, George's blush getting redder and Travis' grin getting wider, and was anything going to change now they'd started filming season 2?  Of course not.

They’d only been back on set for five days when Travis saw George using his phone once again, but then just leaving it on his chair as he was called off to film an attack scene that Ragnar was not a part of.  So Travis picked it up, deciding to make himself comfortable in "Athelstan"'s chair.

As it had only just been put down the security on the phone hadn't yet kicked in, so Travis played about with it for a while trying to figure out what everything was, grinning to himself at the ton of photos George kept on it, what the hell apps actually were, and basically discovering that his 15 year old phone that he still had today was hardly anything like this.

Then he accidentally opened Twitter.  

Evening beers with Clive talking about Twitter meant Travis now at least knew a little about what it was, so when he discovered he was still logged in as George on there the most wicked idea for a new prank entered his head.

If he could figure out how to do it.

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George's turn filming had lasted for quite some time, Travis eventually being pulled away to film a separate scene with Aylssa, so it was several hours later upon leaving the set and finishing up for the day that he was finally starting to see some repercussions from his little prank.

Those who'd been using their phones during the day were looking at Travis and grinning madly, some laughing, some actually coming up to him saying "It was kind of obvious" and "Yeah we all knew already!".  Travis just pretended to look confused, having no idea what people were talking about until one of them finally came up to him and showed him his phone, “Seen what George put online earlier?”

Travis looked at the small screen:

Being an actor he pulled off the shocked reaction very well, though he was sure everyone must have seen the smirk that twitched at his lips too.

So, he had figured out how to tweet something correctly after all.

Now all he needed was George’s reaction, and speak of the not-devil in he walked, changed now into jeans and a light blue shirt, his Athelstan hair extensions just hiding part of his face where he was looking down at his phone.  It was perfectly timed really, he'd obviously just gone on twitter because he suddenly froze where he stood, eyes wide, before slowly looking up at everyone else around him all of whom were quiet and just grinning at him.  When his eyes fell on Travis, he paled and turned tail quickly walking away.

Travis' smirk turned into a pout.  That wasn't right, where was his blushing monk?

He followed him, watching him go into his trailer so he went in after him, opening the door and going through without knocking, something he did all the time.

"Georgie-" He could barely say the name before a flustered George was in front of him.

“Travis I didn’t post that twitter I swear! Someone must have hi-jacked my accoun-..."...realisation suddenly dawned on him, "Oh I bet it’s my sister again.”

He carried on mumbling under his breath as he fumbled with his phone to delete the tweet, so Travis just stood there grinning.

“Nope.”

“No?" George's eyes flickered briefly up to him, before he stopped and stared at him instead, "You know who it was?”

"Sure, me." Travis replied casually.

"....you?" George asked, entirely disbelieving, one eyebrow raised to confirm that doubt, "Travis I know you like to tease me but you can't even figure out how to work a microwave."

“You left your phone on your chair, figured I’d play around with it.”

There was a long quiet pause as George stared at him, eyes narrowing trying to figure out of this was somehow a prank within a prank, before he slowly put the phone down on the counter beside him.

“Why would you do that?" his voice was calm but there was a warning tone there that made that pout return to Travis' lips, "This isn’t something small, people are going to believe this now no matter what I say, this is-“

“So?" Travis interjected, "It’s true.”

Travis hooked one finger around one of the hair extensions falling down the right side of George's face, slowly moving down feeling the soft hair across his calloused skin as he went.  His other hand reached out to George's arm, pulling him just a little bit closer, his hand remaining there thumbing over the fabric and the warm skin beneath it.

“That’s not the point." George replied, much quieter though, eyes fixed on Travis' own, "I mean we’re….I mean what if this…” Travis continued caressing his arm, fingers still threading themselves through his longer hair. George sighed. "This is how my parents are going to find out? Really? Through twitter?"

That warning angry tint to his voice was gone, worried a little, but not angry, so Travis smiled at him.

"I doubt it's gonna be a shock, they've seen our interviews, and as for everyone else they weren't surprised. They all know I'm glued to your side anyway."

"Really? T-they didn't mind?"

Travis grinned at him, "You should have seen the hand movement Clive gave me as I followed you in here."

"Urgh." George rolled his eyes, but he smiled, and...and yes, there it was, a blush. Victory for Travis!

"And hey! This just means I won’t have to hold myself back any more.” Travis added with a wink.

“Hold yourself back?!" George exclaimed with a small laugh, "You kissed me and pinched my nipple in the middle of a recorded interview! What more can you do that’s worse?”

It was a question he knew he immediately shouldn't have asked. A look that was home on Ragnar Lothbrok crossed Travis' face, one that reminded George of every take where Ragnar had to stare at Athelstan for any period of time, hungry, wanting, a look he prayed members of the viewing public never picked up on (though he suspected they did, on the few times he warily ventured onto tumblr).

"Is that a challenge?"

George stumbled a little backwards when Travis took one small step closer, "N-no."

Travis’ hand was now tight on his arm, his grin exactly like a predator, "Oh I think it was, my little dungeon Monk."

In a sweeping instant Travis had George's back against the wall, his head tilted up as he claimed his mouth fast and hungrily, sweeping dominating tongue everywhere it could reach making George battle against his knees disappearing beneath him.  George returned the heated kiss though with just as much enthusiasm, letting Travis rake his hands up George’s chest under his shirt making him moan loudly onto his lips as he thumbed across each nipple. Travis was insatiable, very rarely was there moments of slow tenderness, George seemed to spark something animalistic in him, and though that meant that during their first time George had been somewhat…terrified, now it was normal and exactly what he liked, though he rarely admitted it to Travis.

It was a fairly new shirt, but who cared about that as Travis messily tried to undo the buttons, giving up on the last few and ripping it open as George gripped tightly onto the mans biceps.  Travis was still in Ragnar’s costume. George tried to wonder why it was impossible to stay angry with him, in fact….had he even been angry at all about that tweet? He couldn't remember already, not with that familiar tongue trying to suffocate him just like the rope.

With the shirt finally open Travis bent a little lower and wrapped his arms around George’s thighs, George automatically wrapping his legs around him, lifting him up into the air and turning dropping him onto the small trailer bed and climbing on top of him, returning to the burning kiss, “Mmmpfh…” that pushed George’s head deep into the pillow.

Travis’ hands now made quick work of the jeans separating him from the hardness already making itself known on his little sex slave.  Sweeping them down and off along with the underwear Travis made quick work of shoving down his own costume trousers.  He didn’t bother with Ragnar’s top clothing, too many ties and awkward things, he wanted George now.

George was not as innocent as his television persona made everyone think he was (even though it was still pretty close), and when Travis leant over to the small drawer to grab the lube, leaning across George where he straddled him, he let out a sudden grunted moan as he felt George’s hand curl around his cock, sitting up a little and whispering into his ear, “I’m still waiting to hear how you can make things worse for me, Ragnar.”

George trying to be seductive was hot, oh god it was hot...but it was also more of "Oh you're so adorable for trying" feeling as well, and made Travis want to less jump him and more curl in on him and pat his head.  Mainly because no matter how hard he tried George still blushed so damn easily, just like he was now, already flushed the most gorgeous red and they’d barely even begun, but if he thought he could out-do Travis in sneaky playful games, he was very wrong.

“So you want to know do you?” Travis asked between kisses, putting George in his place, namely on his back again, while he worked some lube onto his fingers and immediately dipping between George’s legs. 

They spread for him automatically, legs resting either side of Travis’ thighs, and in finding his hole and slipping two fingers through George jumped and flicked up his hips, groaning into yet another kiss.  Travis could never get enough of that reaction, it didn’t matter how slow they went it was always the same, as though he was touching him, fucking him, for the first time every time.

“You really want to know what I can do to you in public?” he asked as he fingered him firmly, unrelentingly and fast causing George to let out small gasps and wanting groans, not knowing what to do with his hands as he looked Travis straight in the eyes, determined no matter what to stare him down.

It was bloody hard though.

“You want to know what more I can do to you other than kissing you?” Travis gave a sloppy kiss to his cheek before delving into his mouth again, his fingers hitting that sensitive spot inside making George cry out into his mouth, Travis drinking in the delicious groan and sucking on that tongue.

“You want to know what more I can do to you other than playing with a nipple?”

Travis then used his other hand to twist one of George’s nipples, hard, and the cry of pain George let out turned immediately into one long groan of pleasure as Travis leant down and licked around the other one, teasing it between his teeth as he played with the other, making the small nubs hard at the sensitive pleasure

“Ohhh ohh, Travis…AH oh mmmmfh…please.”

So much for staring him down.

“Please what?  Please you want to know how? Or please…” he scissored his fingers wide and George arched his back.

“AHHH God yes, that, please, please Travis.”

Travis grinned at him, he loved to see his little dungeon monk beg. Placing a condom and a generous amount of lube onto his cock, hard just by all these noises coming from his favourite prank victim, Travis hooked his arms under George’s thighs pushing his legs up and back, arse up a little from the bed, before slowly pushing the head of his cock into that searing warmth, pushing through deeper and deeper as he watched George’s blush rise almost everywhere, face, neck, chest, the boy blushed so easily and that was such a turn on. George’s eyes were firmly shut, head back against the pillow as he held onto the bed sheets tightly, small cut-off gasps passing those rose-pink lips as Travis settled himself inside him, leaning over him brushing all that extra hair away from his face and then kissing him once more.

“I can tell you of one thing I can do.” He began, slowly pulling out a little way, then moving forward again, then again and again just slowly, licking George’s lips every time they let out a pleasurable gasping moan. “We’re going to ComicCon next month right?”

“What-ahh!!”

A little small hard thrust caught him off guard, his skin tingling at the feeling. Conversation, conversation not possible, George was losing this, Travis just felt sooooo good.

Travis set up a rhythm, cock sliding back and forth, making George’s body rock against him. “I’ll have to make sure I sit next to you on the panel, regardless of what anyone wants, because you know what I can do?”

“W-what?” George gasped, moaning extra loudly when Travis suddenly trusted forward deeper again, George flinging his arms around Travis’ shoulders, clinging onto the fabric there and kissing him hard, tongue seeking out his own wanting those lips to stop moving unless they were against his skin. 

But he had asked for it really, this was Travis, the guy lived on teasing him.

So Travis pulled away, and instead let his tongue travel down George’s neck, who threw back his head for “Ohh yes…” better access.

“What I can do,” Travis continued between biting and nipping at the skin above his collarbone, “is hidden away where no one can see, I can do this under the table.”

Travis then grabbed George’s cock, immediately pumping it in time to his thrusts.  George yelped and almost pushed his entire body off the bed in the desperation of pushing his hips higher.

“And you couldn’t do anything, just sit there answering questions, trying to make your face look like you’re not about to come while I fuck you with my hand.” George was panting in his ear now, the mental images alone about to through him off the edge, his legs wrapping themselves around Travis’ waist, riding along to every thrust getting faster all the time, every fuck… “Oh....fuck!”

Travis raised his head at that, “Oh man I love it when you swear.”

He delved into his mouth again, George panting against his tongue, practically mewling as Travis fucked him hard into the mattress below them. “But you’d fail.” Travis continued, because he wasn’t finished yet. “You’d fail because you’d blush, it’d creep higher and higher until someone would ask you what was wrong, but you know you couldn't leave because everyone would see how hard you were, everyone would see your cock," Travis changed the angle just a bit, hitting George's prostate making the boy cry out on every thrust, "so you’d sit there and take it and I’d go harder-“

“Uuhhh!”

“-and faster-”

“T-Travis!”

“-and then you’d come so hard in front of all your fans, and you’d love - every- second of it.”

"Tra-....ahhHHH-"

George's orgasm ripped through his body so hard, coming all over his chest and stomach as he clung to Travis tightly, head thrown back screaming and panting and Travis coming to, seeing the reaction this mental image brought his little Georgie throwing him over the edge, fucking him a few more times deeply before finally collapsing atop him.

It took a while for George to regain his senses, still clinging onto Travis as they kissed slowly and languidly, wet tongues passing over abused lips, before George found enough brain cells to ask, “You….you wouldn't really do that, would you?”

Travis just grinned lazily at him.

"Ohh for, get out!! Go on!” George pushed at his chest to get him away, trying and failing not to smile at how indignant he felt (and ever so slightly terrifyingly worried that Travis would do that at ComicCon) , slipping out from underneath him and standing up, turning his back to him and picking up his phone from the counter.

“What are you doing?” Travis asked, still grinning, always teasing, lying on his side leaning up on his elbow.

“I’m…” George had his finger on the delete button on Travis’ prank tweet, not even daring to look at the…oh my god, 2352 replies already???, from his followers.  But he didn’t, and instead he smiled a little to himself and put the phone back down.

“I’m having a shower, and no,” he quickly added at Travis’ intake of breath, “you can’t join me or neither of us will get home.  Besides you need to go and change out of Ragnar’s clothes.”

“Aw come on! Don’t I even get a kiss goodnight?”

George stared at him with a rather deadpan expression, “Considering what you did you’ve already got more than you should have.”

But then he smiled, and all was right with the world.

Or at least everything was right in the world for a short time.

The moment George disappeared into the shower Travis threw on Ragnar’s trousers and grabbed George’s phone before the screen disappeared.

When George came out of the shower, Travis had left.

But he'd also left this on George’s twitter account:

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Click - a fluffy modern!au Ragnar/Athelstan fic

Title: Click

Pairing: A fluffy modern!Au Ragnar/Athelstan

Summary: After nearly two years of being boyfriends, Athelstan is ready to give himself to Ragnar, but Ragnar has a slightly different plan first. A plan involving a camera.

Rating: M

Inspired by this photo on tumblr

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Stolen chapter 3 is up!

Read it here.

Summary: Ragnar had once been given the option of taking one treasure with him from his first trip back from England. He had chosen the priest, but after Ragnar was set free from the accusation of killing the Earl's brother, Haraldson would like his property back to sell it on to the highest bidder.

Basically an excuse to cause Athelstan alot of torture and rape and then have Ragnar and family comfort him.