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confuzzled-crow77 · 2 months ago

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What Could’ve Been… (JJK Fix-It Fic)

Synopsis: What if Gojo and Shoko had noticed Geto spiralling? What if their blue spring ended but they still stayed together, even in summer?

A/N: This fic is completely based off of @ziyuanyuan1113 artwork; every scene is from it, so please check it out - I hope I did it justice! I haven't emotionally recovered from Jujutsu Kaisen and I doubt I ever will, but in the meantime, here's this in a feeble attempt to erase it from memory! :')

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“You should go first, Gojo.”

The young man - boy, really - turned with his hand still on the doorknob and raised a skeptical eyebrow at his peer, teammate, and friend over the rim of his shades. Shoko crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, returning the pointed look without an ounce of humor. “You sure?” He asked with a small grin, but he didn’t try the doorknob.

Would Geto come to the door?

Would he open it with a smile and a quick knab at the bag he was holding?

Gojo wished Shoko hadn’t told him about Geto’s less than stellar physical checkup results in a dark alley behind the school like it was top secret information. Every little nagging thing he’d grasped in the few days they’d been able to see each other had rushed back in a new light.

What about Geto letting his hair fall in stringy clumps? There’s really no reason for him to keep it in a tight knot all the time.

So what if he's more tired; they’re growing up and getting older, of course the missions are tougher.

But Shoko had blown her cigarette smoke to the side and scowled lightly and Gojo thought for the first time that maybe there was something his Six Eyes had missed.

“I’m sure.” Shoko nodded toward the door, urging him on.

He sighed dramatically and turned the knob.

It wasn’t locked. The door opened smoothly into a dark room; the light from the hallway poured inside, casting a thick bar on the wooden planks and dirty clothes. Gojo leaned his lanky frame on the door and peeked in; the heavy plastic shopping bag hanging from his middle and ring finger spun back and forth, clanking against the door like a bell.

“Suguruuuu?” He called.

Nothing stirred. The window blinds were shut air-tight. The nightstand beside the bed, piled high with covers, was cluttered. Everything seemed so… dead. He glanced over his shoulder at Shoko. She shrugged. He shrugged back.

“Suguru?” Gojo hissed again.

The mountain of blankets shifted the slightest bit, and he almost laughed. He propped himself off the door and skipped toward the bed. Suguru Geto’s inky black hair was splayed in a messy starburst over his pillow.

“You awake?” Gojo whispered noisily, cupping his hands to his mouth. No matter how much he hopped up or scooted to the side, he couldn’t see a glimpse of his best friend’s face. “Pretty dark and gloomy in here, don’t cha think?” He stretched over the bed, his fingers grasping for the blinds’ chain. He precariously balanced on his tip-toes until he gripped it, almost ripping the blinds from their hinges as they snapped open.

Noonday sunlight softened the room but fell like daggers on Suguru’s blanket-massed form. The man rolled around from facing the wall to shield his eyes from the window’s view, but was met with Gojo’s victorious pose.

“There he is! Shoko said you’ve lost a bit of weight, so I brought over some healthy, filling food to help: cookies, soda, and spicy chips!” Gojo tossed the bag from hand to hand as he spoke, pushing up his ridiculously round glasses at the end like he’d said something tremendous. Geto said nothing.

Gojo’s arm holding out the bag slowly lowered as the silence stretched. He frowned at the eyebags Shoko had mentioned. He grimaced at the greasy hair and dead stare. His eyes wandered from Geto’s blank face and drifted to the nightstand; the picture frame had fallen - or maybe Geto had set it down.

Why?

Shoko poked her head in and passed through silently. As Gojo stared at the face-down picture frame and then to his friend, she kicked the dirty clothes into her arms and disappeared into the back of the room.

Gojo blinked twice before the brilliant grin flashed back on his face; he pointed finger guns at the small mountain range of blankets. “Sugrrito. Burrigu. Sugrrigu. Burrigito… nothing?” His finger guns died too as he set the bag of soda cans and sweets on the ground with a clatter. The strongest sorcerer of the modern age sank to the floor and rested his head on the bed, right in front of Geto’s face, as if admitting defeat.

For the first time, Geto spoke. “Nothing for now, Satoru.” His voice cracked a little from disuse and exhaustion; as if mocking his tired eyes and Gojo’s frown, he smiled in what was supposed to be a reassuring way. Gojo didn’t need the Six Eyes to see through it. “I’m fine, y-”

“You’ve somehow risen to another level of bullshit than before,” Gojo muttered. He instinctively brushed some of the black tendrils of hair from Geto’s face, pushing them and the covers back over Geto’s shoulder. Now the sunlight streaming through the window reached his friend’s face and he could see whatever color remained in the inky depths of his eyes. Now, he really saw the long lines, the sickly paleness, the tiredness that oozed from every pore.

How did I not notice this?

Gojo’s fingers drifted from Geto’s shoulder to his arm, down to his hand that rested under his chin. He gripped it tightly, as if it would wake him up; if it did, if it would, he’d never activate Infinity again - there would never be endless space between them. Never. “What’s wrong? Tell me and I- we can fix it before… dinner. Before lunch. We always do.” Geto met Gojo’s eyes; twin slivers of aquamarine above the new moons of his shades. The gold light reflected in the jewel blue like the setting sun on the vast sea: too deep, too far.

“Not always.” He still said it with that determined, warm, fake smile as if giving up were a beautiful thing. Gojo could almost believe it was, but he didn’t smile back; he leaned in even closer, his eyes wide and almost soft.

“So that’s what this is. Last year’s mission. Riko and… whatever.”

Geto shook his head the slightest bit. “It’s not just that, Satoru. What are we protecting as sorcerers?” Gojo didn’t answer in the pause that followed.

If you don’t know, I don’t know.

“Crowds that clap for a dead child,” Geto answered for himself. The words were almost sweet; they blended with the yellow light turning Gojo’s pure white hair to cream, weaving in between the soft clinking of dishes as Shoko washed them. The sugary blades sliced whatever was left of Gojo into pieces; that incessant clapping, like a siren that wouldn’t shut off, came to him in the early hours of the morning - he couldn’t remember much besides that of that day: just the clapping. Just the clapping and Suguru telling him that there was no point in making it stop. “The higher ups that use you as a weapon with a pulse. The infinite slog of curses that we’ll never get to the end of.” He looked down and sighed through his nose, still with that sad, small smile. “We can’t fix this by dinner, Satoru.”

Gojo leaned his cheek on the back of their clasped hands, searching for the eye contact Geto broke. He said nothing for a long while.

If you don’t know, I don’t know.

But it was never, ‘If you can’t, I can’t.’ He looked at Geto’s smile and didn’t know how or why. He’d never know how a curse tasted, only the candy he gave his friend after. But Gojo Satoru never doubted for a second that they could turn the world upside down and inside out - one way, or another.

“Maybe not by dinner,” he murmured with his cheek half smushed. “Maybe not tomorrow or next week. We’ll fix it, though. And if we don’t fix it, we’ll change it.” Geto huffed again, but he squeezed Gojo’s hand back. Now, Satoru had a reason to smile. “It won’t be like this forever; trust me, I’m not busting my ass every day for some mangy old men. Changing the world is a 50-50 split for your sake and mine.”

That familiar sparkle, just a glint of candlelight off of obsidian but still there, glimmered in Geto’s eyes. He scooched closer. “How will we do it?”

Gojo shrugged simply. “Don’t know yet. We could level the higher ups into dust, or reveal Jujutsu to the world and make it mandatory for cursed energy control, or maybe start a coup with people we like!” He pitched the silly ideas as just that: silly ideas with a dumb grin. It was a starting point, though. It was, ‘We could… we might…’ “I could even become a teacher, leading the next generation of sorcerers with my awesome lessons and homework assignments!”

Geto chuckled softly. “That’ll have the higher ups quaking for sure.”

“Sensei Satoru Gojo? HA!” Shoko cawed in the back, tying up a trash bag.

Gojo grinned as he shot a glare at her, but quickly crouched back down when Geto squeezed his hand again. “Satoru, I don’t know if I can… go back to how I was before.” Gojo nodded immediately, but his thoughts lagged like an old computer.

Will his dead eyes stay?

Is he going to leave?

‘No, no,’ he thought as he smiled. ‘Same Suguru, different dream.’ “Okay,” he replied. He didn’t need his Six Eyes to know Geto’s next smile was real. “As long as this Suguru will still eat my spicy food, I have no problem walking beside him throughout Heaven and Earth.”

“I’m glad.”

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“A good shower and a better bag of chips freshened you up a bit!” Shoko remarked. She tapped her cigarette lightly; the gray ashes flitted down from the windowsill she sat on like shriveled snowflakes.

Geto huffed a laugh. He sat criss-cross in front of her; his hair was tied up in the normal knot - messy strands fell around his face and it was lopsided, but he didn’t mind. Shoko’s steady hands, adept at crafting cursed energy into new flesh and stitches, couldn’t seem to get the hair tie to work how she wanted it to. It was almost satisfying.

“I’m worried about Satoru,” he murmured. His eyes followed the gray ashes on their way down to the alley below his room. Noon had lost its peak and the shadows gradually grew and shifted through the window; he didn’t meet the eyes of the buggy cars on the distant highway, nor the gleaming skyline of the city.

Shoko chuckled lightly as she took another draw of her cigarette. She turned to stare at the view, slowly blowing the smoke out of her mouth in a puff. “He’s just getting take-out, Suguru. I know it’s the universe’s duty to spite whoever says this, but what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

They sat in a comfortable silence, but Shoko didn’t miss how Geto’s eyes never met hers. She doubted that her friend was talking about Gojo terrorizing the poor noodle shop’s workers.

“Here.” She held out her small box of cigarettes to him. He slid one from the top and slipped it in between two fingers as she sprang a flame from her lighter with a clean whisk. The tip of the cigarette burned like the horizon line during sunset before he pressed it to his lips. “You know,” she started as Geto blew a cloud out the window. “I’m okay with whatever you two idiots do, but if one idiot wanders away from the other and sulks, that’s not really doing anything, is it? It’s just waiting until something breaks, like walking on a fractured bone.”

Geto sighed through his nose. “Then what should I do, Ireri? Go back to eating popsicles? Play basketball in the gym? Just forget?” He smiled fondly at her, as if she were already a childhood friend moving away. The shadows on half of his face seemed deeper than before, but the smile seemed the same as it had been a year ago. She rolled her eyes and jerked her head to the side at the room.

“Cleaning your dishes yourself is a start.” She wagged her cigarette at him like a conductor’s wand. “I didn’t say go back to how things were. Just… turn around and go back to your idiot, is all. Then wander off together.” She leaned back on the frame of the window and crossed her arms as Geto mulled over her words.

“And if the higher ups don’t let me turn around?” Geto’s eyes darkened. No. That wasn’t the problem. “If they don’t let Satoru…” A weapon with a pulse, is he? There is no going back to how things were because everything was always with him.

Shoko blinked; the cigarette between her fingers sagged. “You’ll have solo missions, Suguru. Satoru will be away, and I’ll be lonely in my little med-den. But…” She groaned dramatically before spitting out, “You two are the most powerful sorcerers of the modern age, so it’ll turn out fine. Bleh, there I said it.”

Geto chuckled as she stuck out her tongue and gagged. He rubbed the cigarette tip on the windowsill to put it out just as a holler echoed through the alley.

“See? There he is: in one piece and with Tokyo intact.” Shoko waved back at Gojo who stood triumphantly at the mouth of the alley, holding up the take-out bags. Geto motioned for him to run and watched the white-haired blur streak down the street and barrel through the door to the building. He made to scooch off the windowsill and back inside, but Shoko caught his shoulder. “Suguru, no matter how blue eyed beauty acts, we know this isn’t some little crisis, okay?”

Geto gently placed his hand over hers and removed it from his shoulder. “Okay.”

“And we’ll figure this out with more than dramatic battle plans, okay?”

“Okay.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“Okay.” She squeezed back and together they climbed inside, just as Gojo kicked open the door.

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Suguru snored. For the first time in… weeks, months, since that twisted day, his mind let him rest.

Perhaps Satoru’s avalanche-worthy gurgling blared above the questions and memories. Maybe it was the presence of his two best friends on either side of him, lying in bed even though the day hadn’t yet been swallowed by night. Maybe it was the noodles and donburi in his stomach, or the empty soda cans rolling the slightest bit, pushed by the cool breeze coming through the open window. Maybe it was the plans for the future.

Whatever the reason, he slept deeply. He couldn’t see the dawn of a new, better world for sorcerers and non-sorcerers alike with those eyebags, right?

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Shoko was slowly being asphyxiated. Geto’s heavy arm laid directly over her chest as if he subconsciously knew she’d attempt to sneak away once he fell asleep. The twittering of evening birds, the echoing voices of people in the alley below, Geto’s snoring, Gojo’s whale mating calls, and the text typing of her phone all blended together into an annoying, homey symphony.

‘HELP ME…’ To the best of her pinned arms’ ability, she took a selfie of the trio and sent it.

‘Sorry, I can’t. I’m on a mission with Haibara. Glad to see “the talk” went okay.’

Shoko pouted at Nanami’s response. ‘started a plan to overthrow the gov. you’re doing the paperwork.’

‘All of it?’

‘Yes.’

‘No, thank you.’

‘If you come save me right now, ill vouch for you.’

‘I told you, I can’t.’

‘Your choice.’

‘No.’

Shoko glared at her screen. With all her might, she tried to sit up, but Geto’s arm only felt heavier. After a solid fifteen seconds of flailing legs and violent arm punching, she gave up and collapsed back down in defeat. Geto snored on.

She sighed but smiled as much as she could at his peaceful face. From the corner of her eye, over the even puffs and pushes of her friends’ chests, she could see the picture frame on the nightstand. Someone had sat it upright - whether it was Gojo or Geto didn’t matter much to her - and the setting sun bathed it in gold and orange. The wood frame protected three smiling faces. She wondered for a split second if those smiles still belonged to the three people splayed over one bed.

She didn’t really care.

What was that one new song?

Two idiots on a wire?

She hummed whatever broken tunes she could remember until Gojo choked on his own spit and Geto startled awake because of it.

Idiots…

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joeytime · 8 months ago

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Superhero au where Lewis can manipulate gravity, making things sink to the ground or float into the atmosphere. His childhood friend, Nico, is a flyer, soaring through the sky like a kite cut loose.

They're everything, friends, teammates, childhood buddies, rivals and perhaps lovers.

They become a hero duo, Lewis disorients enemies by floating them and Nico swoops in like a falcon to fight them high in the air where he is most comfortable. Then, Lewis slams enemies back onto the ground to defend Nico like a lion.

Nico, who loves the feeling of flying, loves the freedom it grants him from everyday life. He jokes that he was born lighter than air.

Lewis, who's only power drawback is that he can't use them on himself, he's permanently grounded on the earth, even Nico can't lift him. Lewis, who's forced to watch Nico soar in the sky but be forever tied to the ground. Lewis, who slowly yearns for freedom as Nico escapes into the sky from paparazzi, managers and enemies, leaving Lewis to handle everything by himself. Lewis, who slowly grows resentful, jealousy coursing through his dense bones.

Lewis who subconsciously uses his powers bit by bit, weighing Nico to the earth, to him. Nico struggling to fly, he thinks it's some mental block, he visits therapists, older heroes, he even goes on a month long vacation with Lewis in case it's the stress.

Until one day, a villain escapes and Nico wants to fly to catch them but he can't lift his feet off the ground, he falls, humiliated. Lewis is right beside him, asking him what's going on while tears stream down Nico's face. Nico thinks, I lost it.

Paparazzi surround and crowd them and Nico looks into Lewis' eyes. And, his eyes are faintly glowing, like he's using his powers.

Nico realises what had been happening, that Lewis has been sabotaging him. He's hit by emotion, he's not angry, he's not sad. Nico has been feeling so trapped recently and to find out that it was Lewis? He is hurt.

In front of all the paparazzi, Nico yells at Lewis, he screams at Lewis and cries and wails at him, he's so betrayed and upset he doesn't notice the tears in Lewis' dull eyes.

Nico, finally out Lewis' grasp, flies. He leaves Lewis surrounded by hungry reporters and paparazzi like he always does.

Lewis watches Nico fly further away from him, watches Nico retire to have a family and leave the superhero world while Lewis dodges phone calls from a desperate Toto Wolff, pleading for him to stay for the safety of the world.

Nico flies as high as he can and Lewis stays right on the earth.

#lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #flyer nico #Gravikinesis lewis #sky and land.........#*mournful sigh as i gaze out the window*#brocedes #toto is having a jolly time #yes nico replays the video of their fight several thousand times #no lewis cannot bear to watch the video #the media pester them for years about it #jenson tries to stay neutral but both hate him now #little civil war mayb?#two birds on a wire #except lewis is a rock #superhero au

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nsbfenro · 10 months ago

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"Two birds on a wire, one tries to fly away, and the other..."

#crying and sobbing #whilst listening to this song #here's my very late contribution to Mario day #mario #mario mario #luigi #luigi mario #super mario bros #drawing #luigi fanart #mario fanart #art #fanart #birds #two birds on a wire #angst #digital art #mario au #mar10 day

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anemxvisions · 2 years ago

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💚 @viigilant

"So where is the little rugrat?" Alatus looking around trying to spy the newest baby adeptus that has joined the family. Xiao better have brought him here since his dear twin had forgotten to make mention he had a kid.

"I hear baba is over the moon with him, I wonder if he'll get confused seeing us together."

#{ two birds on a wire } ;; twin au #viigilant

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buckets-and-trees · 3 months ago

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Steve Rogers Collection

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Unless specifically noted, all of my stories feature a female reader insert character.

dividers by my lovely wife @rookthornesartistry

Series & Collections

EXILED NOMAD a series of encounters that could have happened between Civil War and Infinity War SOFT DARK, explicit smut, rough sex, emotionally damaged Steve, lonely reader

↠ July 3, 2017: When He First Got Me (Steve POV) ↠ July 4, 2017: You Should've Seen Him ↠ September 28, 2017: Pull the String ↠ September 28, 2017, around midnight: Put Me Back on My Shelf ↠ March 10, 2018: It Fit Too Right ↠ March 21, 2018: Puzzle Pieces in the Dead of Night

CEDAR TREES a Royal AU historical romance King!Steve x Queen!Reader politically arranged marriage, reluctant pining to true and utter love, SMUT (rough fucking to fluffy and intimate sexual situations)

↠ Fire Burning From a Cedar Tree [3.4k] ↠ The Thrill of Knowing How Alone We Are [1.2k] ↠ Winter Solstice (response to an ask) ↠ Cold Hands, Warm Hearts [1.3k] ↠ A Shift in the Morning Routine [1.1k] ↠ Love That's Laid Beside Me [5k] ↠ The Silence of the Hushed Sublime [4.8k]

RED, WHITE & TRUE a Steve Stays AU Presidential Candidate!Steve x Wife!Reader politically arranged marriage, slow burn, eventual smut

↠ Prologue: Upstate New York (Steve POV) [1.3k] ↠ chapter 1: Manhattan & Brooklyn [4k] ↠ chapter 2: Las Vegas & Cleveland [4k] ↠ chapter 3: Houston [3.4k] ↠ chapter 4: Fort Wayne, Toledo, Detroit [4.2k] ↠ chapter 5: DC, Tampa, Athens [6.1k] ↠ chapter 7: Brooklyn - Pre-Interview [5.8k] ↠ chapter 8: Brooklyn - The Interview [6.1k] ↠ chapter 9: Kansas City - Interview Broadcast Day [7.6k] ↠ chapter 10: Kansas to Tucson - Fallout [6.5k] ↠ chapter 11: Tucson - Refocusing [4.7k] ↠ more coming soon

WARM SHADOWS - complete post-endgame omegaverse AU Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x omega!reader, eventual Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader x Alpha!Steve DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

↠ chapter one: When You Fall On Me Like Night [2.5k] ↠ chapter two: Let All Light Go [7.5k] ↠ chapter three: Carving Through the Dark [14.4k] ↠ chapter four: The Working of Your Hands [15.5k] ↠ epilogue: The Dawn Has Come [5.5k]

LITTLE LARK a modern mafia AU with dark elements mean Mafia!Steve x curvy Millennial Female!Reader x mean Mafia!Bucky

↠ Little Lark ↠ Bird on a Wire ↠ Bird Home in the Darkness

BUCK’S ELEVEN a snapshot series, historical AU, Ocean’s Eleven-style heist premise Steve and Bucky and many other Avenger cameos

↠ Buck's Eleven Steve & Bucky ↠ Bookings and Rings Steve x Pan Am Stewardess Reader [600 words, light smut] ↠ Good Luck the team [600 words]

THE BROOKLYN BOYS - complete a post-endgame where Steve stays in the present rom-com drabble series, slow burn Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, eventual Stucky x reader

SERIES: ↠ 1: Bucky and the Bench ↠ 2: Steve and the Sandwich ↠ 3: Bucky and the Books ↠ 4: Steve and the Skyline ↠ 5: Bucky and the Brief Brush ↠ INTERLUDE ↠ 6: Steve and the Ballet ↠ 7: Bucky and the Shelves ↠ 8: Steve and the Blindside ↠ 9: Bucky and the Situation ↠ 10: Steve and the Best Friend ↠ EXITLUDE

MORE STORY: ↠ First Night [takes place immediately after part 10] ↠ Idle Hands [first fall/winter] ↠ Big Red Bow [a few days after their first NYE]

Double-Shots

Tiny Vessels [1.5k] + Don’t Forget You Were the One Who [1.3k] end of Endgame Steve gender neutral Reader insert, brief moments of non-graphic physical intimacy

One-Shots

Peering In My Hollow Core [2.4k] Nomad!Steve x Morally Grey f!Reader explicit smut (dubious consent re: sex pollen)

So Black the Darkness Hums [9.1k] Viking King Steve Rogers x curvy Female!Reader DARK, viking AU, explicit smut (non-consent re: prima nocta)

Witchview [1.3k] ignore Endgame/Steve stays, post-WandaVision, witch!reader soft!dark, smut, magic, manipulation

King [1k] mob AU

All the Pieces Fall [3.4k] unidentified male main character x female!reader modern AU, second chance, smut

Drabbles

Not Meant to Be Like This [680] omegaverse, smut, unexpected heat

Steve with a Breeding Kink [750] soft dark, smut, tw: dubious consent

Steve and a Dog [200] ignore Endgame/Steve stays gender neutral reader, fluff

With You fluff, potential future Neighbor!Steve scenario/chaptered work

Bodyguard Steve mildly smutty, modern AU

Other Chris Evans Characters...

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x yn #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fan #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers smut #forest navigation

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cherrifire · 10 months ago

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Hi :D Logic behind the latest batch of cutie marks? if you feel like sharing :)

Hello everypony ^-^ It is cuie mark info dump again ^-^

Before we start, reminder that Grian + Tango do not have cutie marks because they are a hippogriff and a Kirin respectively. Non-pony creatures do not have cutie marks :)

Now that we've got that out of the way, let's get started!

Mumbo's Cutie Mark

I'm the proudest of this one because it'd simple but affective.

Mumbo's cutie mark is a tangled-up red wire which has been cut at the ends to expose the conductors. The wire is also particularly made to create an 'M' shape.

Similar to Impulse's cutie mark, Mumbo's is related to electricity for his investment in redstone. Electricity being the closest thing to it. That said, I gave Mumbo a wire because it is the baseline of all electricity. It connects everything together. From the power source and into whatever little machine or contraption you've built, wires are needed to keep it all powered! So I thought using it as a cutie mark would work really well for Mumbo. Sometimes he can just bring people together just like a wire does for electricity.

(And the little knot in the wire is just a little something to indicate Mumbo may be a bit of a mess)

Additionally, with the wire being in the shape of an 'M' it could stand for Mumbo while also being in the shape of a mustache too :)

Scar's Cutie Mark

Capitalism baby! Scar's cutie mark is of a red top hat next to a bag of bits (the currency in my little pony is called bits and are essentially gold coins).

At heart, Scar is a swindler. He's full of joy and whimsy sure, but he has a real talent for selling little trinkets to anypony who takes a look at his store front. In my head, Scar is essentially the flim and flam of this AU. He's a wandering salespony who shows up from time to time with things to sell from all across Equestria! That's where the little bag can be interpreted as a bag of coins, or a bag full of mystery items he's collected over the years.

Also, the top hat is there to represent Scar's salespony flair.

Joel's Cutie Mark

Joel's cutie mark is of a greek stone pillar and a chisel.

There are a couple of meanings to this one. The first one is pretty obvious, Joel loves to build! He's a fantastic builder with an eye for design. So I chose a greek pillar to represent one of my favourite builds of his, Stratos! But of course, a simple pillar can be used for lots of things and that's where the second meaning comes in. To hold things up! Joel holds himself up to on pretty high pedestal. He's very full of himself and I honestly can't blame him. Joel is great! So of course I had to represent his ego in his cutie mark somehow.

Jimmy's Cutie Mark

Jimmy's cutie mark is of a little canary bird. Another cutie mark with two meanings behind it!

First, is the obvious one. The canary in the coal mine. Misfortune will fall upon the canary to indicate to others that the journey may be too dangerous to continue. A bad luck charm if you will or a bad omen. And that's the surface meaning of his cutie mark that everypony knows it for. Jimmy is the poor clumsy pony in town who always seems to hurt himself before things go wrong.

However, there is a second meaning. Canary birds are also supposed to happiness and harmony. This is the main core of the cutie mark which gets over looked. Despite the bad implications of his cutie mark, it does not stop Jimmy from spreading joy wherever he goes. He's kind and joyous, keeping a positive attitude no matter what.

(I of course have a Ranchers plot point where Tango says this to Jimmy to cheer him up about his cutie mark one day. Tango, who has never had a cutie mark and does not understand their importance, says he doesn't see Jimmy as bad luck, but instead feels joy when Jimmy smiles no matter the situation. But that's a story for another day 🤭)

#cherri.speaks #trafficblr #Third Life x MLP #mumbo jumbo #gtwscar #smallishbeans #solidaritygaming #mclp

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fateswind0wseat · 1 year ago

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Two birds on a wire One says, "C'mon," and the other says, "I'm tired," The sky is overcast and I'm sorry One more or one less Nobody's worried

Two Brids

Regina Spektor

Oops I changed my art style again

I think I'm gonna make something like an art series about matching sans aus with songs if you have suggestions for who to draw next with what song comment or ask!!! :D

Dream and Passive Nightmare belong to Jokublog

#undertale au #sans aus #undertale aus #my art #sans au #dream!sans #dream sans #nightmare sans #passive nightmare #passive nightmare sans #dreamtale brothers

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realmsalot · 3 months ago

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Oh, How Forgetful Of You

"Did you see him," Caryn asks, breaking the heavy silence. "Did you see him before he died?"

"Yes," he answers truthfully. She already knows that it him who asked Stanley to come up here.

"Did ya two talk?" And he knows what she's hoping for. He knows what she's hoping he'll say.

Yes. We worked it out. We talked things through. We apologize to each other. He died knowing his twin loved him.

He doesn't have it in him to lie.

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Or my take on a reverse portal au. Enjoy :)

Edit: So this isn't done yet. I was writing this on Tumblr mobile and thought I saving this in my drafts when app decided to post it! So now I guess this is sneak peak for a really long oneshot I'm working on. So enjoy I guess. I will appreciate any feed back on this. Don't write your fics directly on Tumblr.

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Started posting the actual fic. It's a chapter fic now. Ao3 link

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It's a cold March day in Gravity Falls. There's a fresh layer of snow on the ground glistening in the cool sun. And yet, the signs of the upcoming spring are as clear as the current sky. The snow is a mere inch on the ground, no where near the hight it was earlier in the year. There are starts of new growth on the deciduous in the area and songs from a few individual birds of migrating species that came back a tad early.

It's a beautiful day.

Even at a funeral, he acknowledges that. He's pretty sure everyone else there does as well.

Stanford Pines stands in front of an empty grave, with a hallow coffin waiting to be put in by its side and staring at the name of his twin brother etch on the headstone.

He knows that the death date on the headstone is wrong. It says that his twin had died last week, when the Stanley Mobile had careened off a cliff and was later found with no body inside. When he sent it off that cliff with a cut of the breaks, a quick hot wiring of the car and the heaviest chunk of firewood he had on the pedal. Stan had loved that car. Ford remembers the face - the smile that Stan had when he first bought it at sixteen. He remembers Stanley shoving him into that car for the first time before they went for drive, where they drove it way too fast with the windows down and shouting kings of New Jersey at the top of their lungs to celebrate. Ford remembers the last time he got in that car, screwdriver in hand, and looking around for just a moment and seeing stolen motel bedding on the back seats and trash on the floor consisting of fast food wrappers, bags convince store snacks, and losing lottery tickets. Stanley had lived in that car.

And now, thanks to Ford, the only things left of that car are a burnt pile of metal in the dump, the license plate sitting on a table in his cabin, and an old photo he stole from the drivers visor.

The death date on the headstone is wrong, but Stanford doesn't know what the real date would be. By the time Stanley had come, Ford was so paranoid and sleep deprived he didn't know what day it was anymore. But he should know. Ford should know the date. Ford should know the date he sent his twin brother to his demise. And he hates that he doesn't.

A hand touches his shoulder, and Ford is startled out of his recently encrypted head. He looks over.

It's Ma. And she's staring at the headstone, too. They stay silent for a while.

When Ford saw her arrive, he was honestly surprised she came alone. He thought for sure that she would somehow drag Filbrick or Shermie along, but no. She came alone.

The only other guest that came, aside from Fiddleford who came here for Ford not Stan, was an IRS agent. (And Ford is pretty sure he heard him whisper to the, "I know you're not dead," while glancing at Ford. )

Did Stan really have no one?

"Did you see him," Caryn asks, breaking the heavy silence. "Did you see him before he died?"

"Yes," he answers truthfully. She already knows that it him who asked Stanley to come up here.

"Did ya two talk?" And he knows what she's hoping for. He knows what she's hoping he'll say.

Yes. We worked it out. We talked things through. We apologize to each other. He died knowing his twin loved him.

He doesn't have it in him to lie.

"We talked," he starts. Scenes of that night flash in his mind.

Stan's face filling with hope as Ford talks about their old childhood dream. The way it fell as Ford tells he to sail away.

"We argued..."

I'm giving you a chance to do the first worthwhile thing in your life and you won't even listen!

"We fought..."

Stanley’s scream as he kicks him back dowases the anger for a moment, and Fort starts to apologize. And then Stanley punches him in the face, and it all comes back.

"And then he..."

Stanley had pushed over the danger line. Now all Ford can see is the fear taking over his brother’s face as he floats up to the open maw of the portal. And Ford stupidity calls out for him to do something. To not let his creation- his mistake eat him.

And Stanley does.

He doesn't doesn't hesitate to jump and push Stanford away from the portal. Consequently pushing himself in. And all Ford could do is watch as his self made monster ate Stanley.

"...he left."

It's silent again for nothing but a moment before Caryn starts to sob. She pulls Stanford into a hug that he weakly returns and she cries into the hand-me-down suit his father gave him.

Ford's eyes don't leave the headstone again until long after the mostly empty coffin is buried.

He had killed his own brother.

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Stanford had contacted Fiddleford not long after Stanley went through the portal.

He needed help to finish the mind encrypter because it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open and he knew that as soon as he closed them, Bill will come out and destroy it. He needed the mind encrypter to be finish and fast. He didn't know how much longer he could wait. So he went back to his ex-assistant, who (unfortunately) knows how to make machines that affect the mind best.

Ford was prepared to beg, having just lost a brother and just reached a breaking point that even his pride couldn't get to. But to his surprise, Fiddleford readily agreed. That was the second time that week someone whom he wouldn't want to see his again helped.

The mind encrypter got done in record time, and Stanford's mind was finally safe.

Then, for some reason, Fiddleford stuck around.

Then, for some reason, Fiddleford started acting like they're friends again.

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mintiicinnamonii · 9 days ago

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CHAT HEAR ME OUT

the traveller (ill use lumine as an example) as blitz from helluva boss.

lumine and aether both crash down to teyvat, and are seperated. due to the previous events in the start of the game, or something alternate or before the fight with the unknown god, aether blames lumine for what happened. lumine ends up in fontaine, and tries to create a new life for herself (probably becomes a lawyer, based on the archon quest..) instead of trying to find him, because she either doesnt know aether is alive, or doesnt for another reason. when the two finally meet again, they have a fight, and then aether says he never wants to see her again, and lumine is traumatized.

and then she and lyney dance stolitz style! (bc lyney i hc is much slimmer and shorter than lumine)

planning to make this a fic/au called two birds on a wire, on ao3, bc WE NEED MORE LUMINE ANGST RAHHH

#two birds on a wire au #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin impact imagines #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #genshin au #genshin impact au #TBOW au #two birds au

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badassitron · 2 months ago

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today's au brought to you by SAD MUSICAL SONGS sent to me by @mnemoiisms /@iaconsavior

two birds on a wire. one tries to fly away and the other-

#v;;two birds on a wire

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m-jelly · 1 year ago

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Bedtime stories

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, CEO Levi, fluff, romance, married couple, Dad Levi, daughter, telling stories, teary baby.

Your daughter took a long nap today, so she is unable to sleep at night properly. After waking up in the night, Levi tells you to rest for the night. He goes to his daughter and spends a fun night tell her stories and eating biscuits together.

Dedicated to my wonderful friend @ladycheesington <3

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

It was dark in the bedroom, but the warmth of your body against Levi's soothed him. It was hard to fall asleep because he'd had a nap with his daughter that day, so he was rather wired but he always had to go to bed with you. Holding you in his arms was the best thing in the world.

A soft cry of his daughter came through the monitor. Worry filled his heart when you stirred in your sleep ready to go to Lilly, but your husband stopped you. With a delicate touch, Levi moved his body from your grasp and gave you a loving kiss.

Your eyes only opened a little as you inhaled deeply. "I can get her."

The thought of you going to Lilly while you were so exhausted troubled Levi. He wanted you to rest up, you were his Queen. He placed a loving kiss on your lips. "I'll go to our princess. You sleep. Please, sleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

You groped his thigh. "Mm, have fun. Love you."

"Love you always."

You squeaked when he spanked you on the bum before leaving. "Little devil."

The hall to Lilly's room was softly illuminated with a single fake candlelight that was on a timer. It was soothing to Levi, just like you were to his heart. As he got closer to his daughter's room, he felt excited to see his little princess. His heart was filled with so much love for Lilly and you.

Lilly's room was full of cute things, soft colours and lots of cuddly things. The carpet was soft under Levi's feet as he walked over to Lilly's bed. She was sat up in her little onesie covered in bunnies. Only a few tears stained her adorable chubby cheeks.

It was a comforting warmth that came from Lilly when Levi wrapped his hands around her middle. With ease, he lifted her up and out before bringing her close to his chest. Her gentle cries came to a stop when she recognised she was in the arms of her father.

Levi collected her favourite bunny and blanket before making his way to the living room. "All right, my little princess, I think we should hang out for a bit. We both had a very long nap today. Naughty us."

Lilly gazed at Levi as if he were some magical God. "Eh."

"I agree. Biscuits are a great choice and we'll have some milkies too."

With great skill, Levi kept Lilly on his hip as he heated up two cups of milk and placed them on a tray with some biscuits. The tray was balanced on his arm as he made his way to the living room. He only turned on one soft light so it'd help make him and Lilly feel tired.

He gently adjusted Lilly on his lap before handing her the sippy cup she loved. "Here you go, my little princess." He grabbed his cup and started drinking as he carefully watched his daughter. "Mm, we should have some biscuits."

Lilly gazed at Levi with her bright steel blue eyes, she looked so much like him. "Da!"

"I know, I'm looking forward to them too." He picked up one and handed it to his daughter. He felt his heart soften at how small her hands were. "Enjoy."

She took a little bite of the biscuit before offering it to Levi. "Ah!"

"Oh, thank you." He leaned down and took a bite. "Mm, yummy."

She giggled and took another bite. "Mm!"

He chuckled and grabbed his own. "Right, little princess, I think it's story time to help you sleep."

Lilly reached for her cup. "Bah."

Levi handed the cup to her. "Here you go." As soon as she was done he moved the cup to the table and helped her burp. With a slight adjustment, he shifted on the sofa and lay Lilly on his chest with her blanket on her back. "All right. Let's think of a fun story."

She clung to Levi's shirt. "Mm."

"Once there was a beautiful princess who was all alone in a castle. She wanted to meet a kind and sweet man, but all she got were annoying men who wanted her money and title. So, she decided to go on the run!"

Lilly giggled at her father being expressive. "Da."

He played with her soft hair. "She ran to an old castle in the mountains and there was a dragon man. As soon as the dragon man saw the princess, he fell madly in love with her. When the princess asked for help, he agreed to everything."

Lilly started fighting sleep, but Levi's deep rumbling voice against her little body and his heat was making her sleepy.

"She took care of the dragon man as payment for his kindness. She cooked for him and made sure that he cared about himself like he cared for her. As time went on, she forgot all about why she was there and fell in love with the dragon man. She saw beyond the scales and horns. She saw the gentle, emotional, kind and loving man under it all."

Lilly's eyes slowly closed as sleep took over.

"The dragon man slowly became more of a man because her love healed him. The two of them wedded and started a life in his castle. They started a community of people who were their friends. As time went on, they started a family and welcomed a beautiful baby girl. They cherished their daughter and their love for eternity."

The room filled with silence. With just one sweet story about you and Levi falling in love as a princess and dragon man, Lilly was sleeping for the night. As quietly as possible, Levi returned his daughter to her bed and lay her down.

Once everything was cleaned up in the kitchen and living room, Levi hurried over to you in bed. He carefully climbed in as he tried not to disturb you. A long sigh escaped him as his body relaxed. He perked up a bit when you rolled over and partly lay on him.

You hummed a little in your sleep state. "Was she okay?"

"We had milkies and biscuits."

"Sounds delicious."

"I heated the milkies up. I then held her and told her a story."

You raised your head and kissed Levi. "You're such a wonderful father."

A blush graced his cheeks. "You think so?"

"I do."

He wrapped his muscular arms around you and held you close. "Thank you. You're an incredible mother and wife. I'm so lucky."

You showered Levi's face with kisses. "Thank you. You're the best husband ever."

He gaze you a gentle squeeze. "Flirting words."

"You're flirting back."

He rolled over onto you as he growled causing you to giggle. "I wanna eat you."

You squealed when he attacked your neck with nibbles. "I'm all yours, Levi."

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rewrittenwrongs · 7 months ago

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Kiind of jumping off this post; the idea of any of the batkids being biologically related is interesting (esp if they don’t know), but I’m specifically thinking about Tim and Dick. About the Drakes having an open marriage and meeting the Flying Graysons on a dig, or an earlier performance in Gotham, and they have some fun together and Janet tests pregnant shortly after. They tell John and Mary abt it, and do a DNA test and turns out Tim is John’s child. They kind of keep in touch with the Graysons through letters, and when it’s announced Haly’s Circus is performing in Gotham they jump at the chance to hang out and introduce their sons. Tim and Dick were aware they had brothers but they didn’t know much about each other but their names, and when they meet for the first time they click instantly. Dick is ecstatic to have a little brother and Tim is literally bouncing from joy, and Dick promises to do a quadruple backflip just for him and someday teach him how to do one, but then everything goes wrong and you can guess how.

From here there’s two ways this can go.

A) Jack and Janet adopt Dick. They foster him as soon as possible—maybe his parents left custody to them in their wills—adopt him only once he’s ready, stay home more to take care of him and Tim while they all grieve, and try to keep the memory of the flying Graysons alive and help Dick (and Tim) stay in touch with his Romani roots. But Dick knows that wire snapping was foul play. He’s determined to go out there and bring his parent’s murderer to justice. He’s already strong and quick from his performing, and the Drakes enrolled him in self defence classes anyway since this is Gotham. He’s got what it takes. But Batman refuses to see that, he just sees a little boy in too-bright colours carrying too much weight on his shoulders, so he does his best to make Dick step back and bring in his parent’s murderer for him. But he never unmasks him or finds out his identity, even if he has suspicions.

Maybe in this AU Dick and Tim are closer in age and roam the streets as a duo of birds. Either Jason is still taken in by Bruce and joins Dick (and Tim(?)) in causing chaos and grey hairs, or Dick is the one to catch him jacking the Batmobile’s tires and gains his trust through months of sharing food and resources like he’s befriending a stray cat, until he agrees to go home to Drake Manor.

B) Bruce is still in the crowd that night, Jack and Janet aren’t legible to be foster guardians for whatever reason, and Dick is still adopted by Bruce and becomes his sidekick as Robin. Dick and Tim only meet a few times in Galas, and while Dick remembers he has a half-brother his brain trying to shield him from the trauma of that day makes his memories very fuzzy. He can’t even remember his brother’s name, just his age and that Dick promised to teach him the quadruple flip someday. Jack and Janet do their fanon usual neglect as a way to grieve and distance themselves from that trauma. Maybe they bring Tim with them for the first year or so. Either way, Tim still has the photo(s) from the day at the circus, so he gives one to Dick (maybe leaves it on his windowsill since they share backyards) in the hopes that he’ll remember Tim and reach out. Dick is eternally grateful for the photo but only because it’s of his parents, he doesn’t recognise Tim (he’s too young to visibly share any features with John except skin tone) and just thinks he’s a kind fan. The Drakes do share unusual fondness for Dick but assume that he remembers them and has chosen not to reach out, and are respecting his boundaries. So Dick grows, becomes Nightwing yada yada Jason becomes Robin (part of Dick hates that the other person to wear that mantle isn’t his real brother), Jason dies, everyone angsts and Tim steps in. Tim becomes Robin, maybe realises Dick doesn’t know they’re related but chooses not to tell him because he doesn’t want them to feel obligated; he wants to earn Robin. So he does. And yeah, a lot of it really sucks, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. A year or two in Dick goes on some mission at Haly’s circus (or searches through the rubble after Blockbuster burns it down), and finds a bunch of old letters and photos belonging to his parents. The letters are from the Drakes. The photos are of them and Tim.

Maybe Blockbuster found the letters too and targets Tim. Maybe Dick finds out they’re related when Tim is in the medbay. Maybe in a mess of being very young + traumatised + no one speaking abt it Tim separates the facts of ‘I have a half-brother’ and ‘I watched the Flying Graysons die’, and only suspects the two are connected. Maybe Bruce always had a suspicion because of their similar features. Maybe he did a DNA test and either chose not to or forgot to tell anyone the results. Maybe Cass thought it was common knowledge because of how Tim acts just a little bit different around Dick, so she makes some comment years down the line when Damian is bragging about being the only blood son, and is more than a little startled when everyone other than Tim including Dick looks at her like she started speaking in tongues.

Either way, Dick eventually makes good on his promise and teaches Tim that flip.

#dick grayson #tim drake #the flying graysons #dc robin #batfamily #batbros #dc comics #Batman #robin iii #red robin #batfam #fic ideas #fandom thoughts #dc thoughts #batman thoughts #rewritten speaks

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anemxvisions · 2 years ago

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No because if Alatus joined the abyss twin and is trying to convince Xiao to be on his side but ofc Xiao has a huge dilemma in either continuing to honor his contract or be with his twin.

Just imagine Alatus is like 'you really strike me down for Liyue? your own twin brother?' and Xiao doesn't say anything but his action of holding his spear up in an attacking position is answer enough.

#{ two birds on a wire } ;; twin au #//trigun stampede just #giving my bad twin angst ideas #rip alatus going through the five #stages of grief after xiao chooses liyue over him

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buckets-and-trees · 3 months ago

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Bucky Barnes Collection

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

Unless specifically noted, all of my stories feature a female reader insert character.

dividers by my lovely wife @rookthornesartistry

Series & Collections

FINE LINE a near-future dark omegaverse AU DARK STORY, omegaverse dynamics, scenes of dubious consent, angst, manipulation, blackmail, kidnapping, explicit smut

↠ part one: Give Up ↠ part two: Falling Away ↠ part three: Every Minute Of It

DEVOUR - complete soft!dark mob boss!Bucky AU explicit smut with feels

SERIES: ↠ salt, non/dub-con ↠ fat ↠ acid ↠ heat

MORE STORY: ↠ what happens after you go out with the girls (a few days after heat) ↠ mint (a week or two after heat) ↠ chocolate (a week after mint) ↠ yeast (tbd point after the series) custard (first winter holidays together)

CHOSEN - complete a modern AU with soft!dark, mystical, and cult elements eventual Bucky x curvy Millennial Female!Reader, Natasha x Reader scenes, Natasha x Reader x Steve scenes, Natasha x Steve SOFT!DARK STORY, cult themes, explicit smut (with feelings and without feelings), dubious consent and enthusiastic consent, veiled truths, gaslighting, entrapment, natural sleeping drugs

INSTALLMENTS: ↠Arrival [3.4k] ↠Lunch [3.2k] ↠Consideration [4.4k] ↠Semantics [3.4k] ↠ Preparation [3.2k] ↠ Procession [4.2K] ↠ Offering [3.2k] ↠ Binding [2.9k] ↠ Transformation

WARM SHADOWS - complete post-endgame omegaverse series Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x omega!reader, eventual Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader x Alpha!Steve DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

THE BROOKLYN BOYS - complete a post-endgame where Steve stays in the present rom-com drabble series, slow burn Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, eventual Stucky x reader

MORE STORY: ↠ First Night [takes place immediately after part 10] ↠ Idle Hands [first fall/winter] ↠ Big Red Bow [a few days after their first NYE]

LITTLE LARK a modern mafia AU with dark elements mean Mafia!Bucky x curvy Millennial Female!Reader x mean Mafia!Steve

↠ Little Lark ↠ Bird on a Wire ↠ Bird Home in the Darkness

BUCK’S ELEVEN a snapshot series, historical AU, Ocean’s Eleven-style heist premise mentions of ex-wife!Reader, Steve and many other Avenger cameos

↠ Buck's Eleven ↠ Bookings and Rings Steve x Pan Am Stewardess Reader [600 words, light smut] ↠ Good Luck the team [600 words]

DESPERATE TO DEVOTED a rivals to lovers post-TFATWS verse

↠ Desperate [3k] SMUT, dubious consent, sex pollen, kidnapping ↠ Uncertain and Sure [550] slight angst, feels, no smut ↠ Insatiable [1850] fluff and explicit smut ↠ Big Conversation [1.1k] little bit of fluff and sass ↠ Too Hot [700] light smut

Double-Shots

Sacrificial [3.5k] + follow up drabble: Do You Remember? Minotaur!Bucky x female!scientist!Reader modern/mythical AU, soft!dark, smut, monster fucking, tw: dub-con

Perfectionists[2.2k] + Test Play [1.8k] Game Designer!Bucky, modern AU, smut

What You Want [2.7k] + Now That I Saw You [4k] lawyer!Bucky x curvy!female assistant!reader modern AU

Talk [2k] + Feel [2.3k] Pleasure Dom!Bucky (modern AU), smut, BDSM

Parking Lot Chem [6.7k] + Camaraderie [3.4k] modern AU, raunchy!Bucky, smut, hook up culture

IN THE OPEN AIR Out of These Waters [7.9k] + That Shore Up Above [will be continued TBD] Gender Bend Mermaid AU

One-Shots

Into Cursed Pixie Dust [9k] morally grey Winter Soldier, smut, tw: infidelity, tw: slightly dub con

Poison Blood from the Wound of the Pricked Hand [3k] Post TFATWS!Bucky, sultry but not smutty

Silent Screams in Wildest Dreams [8k] dark, ignore Endgame/Steve stays, smut, unhappy ending

Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays [3.6k] modern AU, smut

He Bought a Studio [4.3k] Bucky x Natasha ignore Endgame Steve stays, 5 times x 1 time, smut and fluff

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] DARK FIC, dark!Wanda + Bucky x gender neutral!Reader, non-con/dub-con smut

Parking Lot Chem [6.7k] modern AU, raunchy!Bucky, smut, hook up culture

The Pool Party Op [1.2k] post-TFATWS Bucky, smut

Meet Cute [2.2k] modern AU, first piece in the Trader James Collection

Saturday Night Movie Marathon [2.4k] modern au, smut

Don’t Blame Me [<1k] smut, tw: infidelity

All the Pieces Fall [3.4k] unidentified male main character x female!reader modern AU, second chance, smut

Drabbles

Bound demon!Bucky x female!reader, smut, monster fucking

Tactics [650] TFATWS era Bucky, character study

Crimson Mornings [500] Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x Ari Levinson, smut

taking care of Bucky after a mission [400] gn!Reader insert, fluff

Christmas Eve Eve[1.1k] gn!Reader insert, fluff

Coffee Shop Meet-Cute Request [1.1k] post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader, fluff

Imagines, Thoughts, etc.

Nose-brush forehead kisses post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader, fluff

Other Sebastian Stan Characters...

Nick Fowler, God the Bounty Hunter

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x female reader #forest navigation

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