Krel Fic Rec List, Pt. 1
I’ve been kicking around the idea of making a Krel-centric fic recommendation list for a while, but only just got around to it. Whoops! Just as a disclaimer, I won’t be able to fit every Krel fic in here, so there might be a part two, depending on if I have time.
Fics that are not bold are complete. Fics that are bold are in progress.
-- Longfic, Plot Heavy --
Wizards: The Ones Who Stayed by AkozuHeiwa - Rated T - 137k
Where do I start? This is a pre-Wizards sequel to 3Below, featuring Krel, Steve, Seamus, most of the central cast, and some truly incredible original characters as they contend with existential threats based on Arthurian lore and a side of Gaylen’s Core theory. There’s strong themes of whump and hurt/comfort, threaded between well-crafted plot threads that meet in a devastating conclusion. Ako is an amazing writer and their effort really shines through here.
Legacies by AkozuHeiwa - Rated M - 20k (so far)
Yes, there is a sequel to Wizards: The Ones Who Stayed (Wizfic for short), and it’s being posted on a weekly basis right now!! Legacies has only just started, and it’s already intriguing - so much so that I took three pages of paper notes on the latest chapter to aid in my theorizing. Krel’s back, along with Toby, Douxie, Steve, and a few of the OCs from Wizfic in a story that’s got so much angst already that I’m almost afraid to find out what happens next.
As Above, So Below by Taggerbug - Rated T - 40k (so far)
Yeah, this is mine! It’s inspired by Danny Phantom fic and is full of angst, speculative biology, and ethical dilemmas. I felt weird writing a review since I know what happens next, so here's a summary from Ako:
“ AASB is an in-progress multi-chapter fic full of angst and intrigue. The suspense through each chapter keeps you on the edge of your seat, and it looks like it's going exciting places with an interconnected plot and mysterious enemies and compelling OCs. Krel's plot in particular looks extremely angsty and exciting, so definitely check it out!” - AkozuHeiwa
Base II by just_another_author01 - Rated T - 15k (so far)
Now this is a real find. Krel is arrested by a military research base, where he encounters other aliens and some suspiciously sympathetic staff. There are several well-written original characters and some very intriguing worldbuilding. Definitely worth getting into before it updates!!
Odin’s Eye by AzTheDragon - Rated G - 14k (so far)
I don’t usually read HTTYD fic, but this crossover caught my eye because Krel and Jim aren’t often written together. It starts with some unexpected time travel and suspenseful unnamed monsters, and the mystery only grows from there. I’m very much looking forward to seeing where this one is going!
Ricochet by Depreshroom - Rated T - 6k (so far)
A post-Wizards whump and hurt/comfort fic that places Krel at a crossroads with the Arcane Order and his friends, with hints of Krel’s connection to Gaylen. Calamity occurs, and Jim and his friends have to find a way to solve it. This fic is just getting started, but shows a lot of promise.
stay up, like a good fight by Euphoriette - Rated G - 9k (so far)
After the events of Wizards, yet another apocalypse descends on Arcadia, with Krel at the center of it. He’s being pursued by Akiridion zealots who are determined to capture him by any means possible, resulting in angst and heartbreak. I’m looking forward to getting my heart ripped out in future chapters for sure!
-- Ships --
The Limit Does Not Exist by PurpleRose244 - Rated G - 178k - Space Camp
This is a must-read for space campers, a completed longfic that has it all - angst, hurt/comfort, four-armed hugs! It’s mostly canon compliant to 3Below but with more focus and development on space camp. It’s pretty long, but ends with a satisfying conclusion
Somos Algo by jetblock - Rated T - 22k (so far) - Space Camp
A space camp canon divergence, focusing on a summer in which Krel is trying his best to fix the Mothership while Seamus deals with being held back from the space program by his father. Slow burn ensues.
Win First, Think Later by Lobel - Rated T - 17k (so far) - Space Camp
After Krel is left behind in Arcadia, he looks forward to finally getting to spend time with his friends. However, he still has to confront - however unwillingly - the aftermath of fighting Morando and losing his parents. Even worse, he hasn’t adjusted to living as a human as much as he’d like to believe.
The View From The Sky by AkozuHeiwa - Rated G - 2k - Hammerhack
A fluffy one-shot of my favorite gaymers (Toby and Krel) who get dragged to a ski resort by Aja and Jim. It’s so sweet it makes me blush!!
California Friends by spideyfool - Rated G - 2k (so far) - Hammerhack, Starry Knight
A series of delightful one-shots with various rarepairs.
-- Gen. One-Shots --
Bitter Water by spideyfool - Rated T - 5k
This one-shot is a really interesting take on Krel’s relationship with Aja and his dead parents, and features some vivid body horror - so be sure to read the tags! Some excellent hurt/comfort, and Starry Knight (Krel x Jim) if you squint.
Press Restart by spideyfool - Rated G - 1k
An extremely interesting character study of Krel, consisting of snippets set throughout 3Below. Very introspective and thoughtful.
And these dark roads aren’t so lonely by YellowMagicalGirl - Rated G - 1k
An ominous one-shot exploring the concept of Krel contemplating the use of Gaylen’s Core and dark magic to bring his parents back from the dead.
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This list is in no way comprehensive, so feel free to add on any Krel-centric fic recs!! :)
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Violence
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Pairing: None, really. F!Reader/OC flirts hard with all 3 men
Word Count: 2168
Summary: After a weapons-smuggling bust involving Hydra, Captain America, The Falcon, and the Winter Soldier chase down the last few bad guys and run into a quirky and rough SHIELD agent whom Bucky has yet to meet. (Cap and Sam have known her for a while)
Warnings: Mentions of weapons, heavy flirting, physical violence and dead bodies. Nothing too descriptive or explicit.
A/N: This is my first fic posted here on Tumblr, and it is in response to a prompt from @stars-inthe-sky who gave me permission to use the prompt/incorrect quote they posted and said they would like to read the fic. Thank you for giving me the inspiration and a bit of a push to write this! <3
SO... I got some anon hate over the "sexual chocolate" line in dialogue between 46 and Sam. It is a reference to one of my favorite movies, which is also the very favorite movie of my dear, dear friend Dashawn- "Coming to America". He adores iced mocha, as well ( calls it his sexual chocolate) and absolutely has the hots for Anthony Mackie. :D That was my little nod to my friend
It was all over but the clean up work. A huge alien tech weapons bust had been made in Midtown Manhattan, the contraband confiscated and most of the criminals -a Hydra splinter cell- apprehended. Time to chase down the stragglers. That task was up to the three-man team of Captain America, the Falcon, and the Winter Soldier.
"Team Cap, head over to fifty-third off Jackson," Sam called out over the comms, "Redwing spotted the last seven hostiles near Schein And Lobell's attorney's office. Headed that way now."
Steve swore under his breath and gestured at Bucky to follow him. "Repeat, Sam. You said Schein and Lobell's?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Better move it," the Falcon confirmed as he soared overhead.
"C'mon, Buck, gotta hurry," Steve urged.
Puzzled at his friend's burst of urgency, Bucky nodded and turned to follow. "What would Hydra want with a lawyer's office?"
"It's not the lawyers they're after, pal. It's a couple of doors down that concerns me, and we need them alive for questioning," came the terse reply.
Shrugging, Bucky picked up his pace, and within moments both soldiers rounded the corner of Fifty-third Avenue. Steve came to a sudden stop, almost causing his teammate to crash into him from behind just as the Falcon dropped down beside them.
"What the hell?" Bucky drew his pistol as they surveyed the scene before them: Five Hydra operatives in black tactical gear were lying on the street, unmoving. He approached and nudged them one by one with the toe of his boot.
"Dead. One shot each. Sniper's accuracy," he ascertained.
The Captain immediately whirled around, scanning the rooftops for shooters. "You see anyone above as you were flying in, Sam?"
"Nah, man. Complete silence. It's Forty-six. This... this could be bad, Cap. Seven is not a small number when we're talking about trained Hydra agents." he warned, gazing at the shop in front of which the agents were lying. Kitty's Sweets.
"Oh boy," Steve exhaled loudly, hanging his head. "Get ready." He squared his shoulders and faced the shop, Sam shaking his head and grinning at his side.
Bucky readied himself and his weapon. Just as he opened his mouth to acknowledge the order, the huge plate glass window of the shopfront exploded outward, slivers spraying in all directions, followed by the body of another Hydra operative.
Captain America led the charge, shield raised, and the three Avengers burst into the bakery. As expected, the interior of the once adorable sweet shop was a mess; pastel-painted tables and chairs broken and scattered all over the dining space, cash register and displays overturned, glass and bits of baked goods and blood splattered everywhere.
In the midst of the chaos was a strong, curvy woman in an adorable lavender and baby pink striped retro waitress uniform - short and ruffled, complete with an apron- standing over the seventh Hydra agent, her right hand fisted in his tactical vest and the left landing backhand after backhand.
She. Was. Pissed.
"Do you have ANY idea," she snarled, "how long it took me to decorate six dozen gourmet cupcakes?" SLAP! "It takes patience!" SLAP. "Talent!" SLAP. "Energy! "SLAP. "Did I mention talent?" SLAP SLAP. "And YOU, you fucker.... you busted in here and tried to stab me." SLAP. "Then your clumsy ass slammed into the case and smashed' SLAP "them" SLAP "ALL!"
Seething, chest heaving with, she swung her right arm behind her, forefinger raised in a "Be right with you" gesture toward the three Avengers, then dropped hard onto one knee on the agent's crotch. As he gasped and cried out from the pain, she landed a hard punch to his nose. Smirking at the sound of crunching bone, she stood and turned to face the newcomers.
"Okay, fellahs. This one is still in decent enough shape to take in for questioning."
Bucky, mouth agape, muttered to no one in particular, "God, I love that in a woman."
Sam side-eyed him and smirked. "What, Passion?"
The long-haired soldier shook his head. "Violence."
Steve stepped toward her and nodded. "Agent Forty-six, always a pleasure."
Forty-six chuckled and smoothed back her wildly disheveled hair. Generous cupid's bow lips turned up and her lashes fluttered coquettishly. "It could be a pleasure. I mean, I've offered but you never take me up on it."
Steve blushed and cleared his throat. "Wanna fill us in on the details?" he deflected, gesturing to the last intact table in the shop, eyes looking anywhere but at her.
"Sure thing, Cap. Might as well feed y'all while I'm at it. There's still a bunch of pastries that didn't get ruined. Afraid I only have iced coffee though. Fuc--- uh, jerks broke the coffee pot and espresso machine. What'll you boys have?" She rattled on as she busied herself with washing her hands, back to business as if she hadn't just bested seven Hydra operatives without suffering so much as a scratch.
"Big ol' iced mocha. Dark and super sweet, just like me," Sam called out with a grin.
Forty-six laughed. "Sammy, you know in my head I call that drink 'Sexual Chocolate'."
Sam guffawed. “Hey, babygirl, we’ve gotta get together and watch that movie again!” He received an enthusiastic nod and an "It's a date!" in reply.
Bucky's eyes went saucer-wide and Steve facepalmed at the nickname.
"Iced Americano for you, mon Capitan? And you, Mr. Hotness-who-has-not-been-introduced-to-me-yet, what would you like?" As she offered, she turned to face the men and Bucky got his first real look at Agent Forty-six. Even with her hair a mess and makeup smeared, he was instantly smitten, causing him to lose the ability to speak when he locked eyes with her.
"Aw, kitty cat got your tongue, handsome?" she teased, "How about a large iced, extra creamy, lots of sugar, whipped cream with caramel drizzled all over the top? Sticky sweet and it'll keep you awake for hours," she offered with a wide-eyed innocent smile.
Bucky swallowed hard and nodded.
"Yep, that's exactly what Frosty needs. Been ages since he had something sweet," Sam confirmed, fighting back laughter.
Steve glared at Same, then lay his head on the table and groaned. "For the love of Pete, Forty-six. Why are you like this?"
She rounded the counter with two trays piled impossibly high with food and drinks. As she placed the trays onto the table, she reached down and ruffled Steve's hair.
"Well, Captain," she began in a throaty, sultry voice, "I've offered to be any way you want me, so it's your fault. I'm just waiting for your...command." She winked at Sam and Bucky and took a seat.
After a quick briefing on the altercation with Hydra, Forty-six pushed her chair back and regarded Bucky thoughtfully. "So..." she began, leaning back and stretching tired muscles, “James Barnes, yeah? Winter Soldier, now Fist of the Avengers, super soldier, metal arm, best friend of Captain America?"
He found his voice long enough to reply with a quiet "yeah."
"Nice," she grinned, "So is there some sort of restriction in place to join the team? 'You must be this hot to enter', or what? 'The Earth's Panty-droppingest Heroes? Jeezus-please us, Fury cornered the market on-"
"Forty-six, please," Steve interrupted. He sighed and rubbed his temples before continuing. "Yes, this is James Barnes – Bucky, to his friends- and yes he is an active team member now. No, there is no restriction. You know that wouldn't be allowed, especially in this day and age."
She whistled. "Look at you, all PC and stuff. Honey, I was just yankin' your chain. You know me. I'll have all the required forms submitted before nine tonight, don't worry. I'm a capable agent, despite how I might sound." She stood and pushed the chair back into place. "Great seeing you guys again. Bucky, it's a pleasure to meet you. I know you'll be a strong addition to the team." She graced him with a tight but genuine smile and moved to the stock room to check for supplies to board up the window.
Bucky regained his voice and senses after she left. "That's some dame. She always like that?"
"Like what, flirty?" Sam grinned. "Yeah, she's got a mouth on her, she's like Tony in that way, but she's more than capable. Nearly unstoppable in the field. I've seen her accomplish some extraordinary feats, and if you need a marksman she's your woman."
Steve hummed in agreement. "Yes, but she's got a quick temper, and that gets her saddled with the lower-end assignments. Highest kill-count in SHIELD history... as you can probably tell by the bodies outside. That makes her dangerous and a liability."
"Cap, she's more than competent and loyal to a fault," Sam reasoned. "I'd be just as happy for her to have my back as one of you guys. Give her a shot, man."
Heaving a defeated sigh, Steve stood. "You're right. I'll go talk to her."
Sam nodded. "Good call." Turning to Bucky, he smiled slyly and offered, "She's also single, Barnes. Very available. And in case you didn't notice, she's hot."
The soldier coughed and took a long drink of his iced coffee concoction.
Forty-six's rummaging around was interrupted by a throat clearing behind her. Not bothering to turn around, she called over her shoulder, "I hope y'all will take home a couple of big boxes. The baked goods will go stale and I hate for them to waste."
"I'm sorry."
She turned to see Steve wringing his hands, a penitent expression on his perfect face, his shoulders hunched and .drawn in. It made the formidable Captain America look smaller and somehow quite vulnerable.
"I'm sorry I ran out of patience with you, Forty-six. I'm still trying to balance duty and professionalism with basic... human instinct, I guess." He hung his head and shifted from foot to foot. "I'm not judging you for the things you say. I just can't process them quickly enough. I respect you, very much," he paused and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, controlled. "Sometimes it's difficult to reconcile that respect with bawdy language and sexual innuendo."
As he stared at the floor and the tips of his ears turned bright pink, Forty-six smiled softly. Heart melting for the Captain, she approached him and lifted his chin with a forefinger, searching his eyes with her own. "You're a good man, Steve Rogers. I appreciate you." She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, then turned back to
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her task, missing the goofy grin on Steve's face.
He helped her carry the plywood to the front of the shop and the four made short work of boarding the shattered window as SHIELD agents removed the subdued Hydra operative.
"Well, that's that," she frowned as she dusted off her hands. "Y'all want to take the boxed goods with you now, or do you want me to have them delivered to the tower?"
"Yes to all!" Sam cheered. "You could just come back with us and crash there for a while. I'm sure the team would love to see you."
Forty-six turned and entered the shop, muttering "Sure, sure they would."
Bucky shot Sam and Steve a look, to which Steve responded with a mouthed "tell you later."
A few minutes later, the four piled themselves and multiple boxes of baked goods into Forty-six's Jeep and were on their way to Avengers Tower. Sam reached over the seat and tugged her ridiculously cute uniform sleeve. "You are keeping the outfit though, right?" He winked at her in the rearview mirror.
She chuckled. "Nah, I don't think these are my colors. Besides, it makes my ass look fat. I've gotta say, I'm looking forward to not having to get up at four in the morning to bake. Another shi- er, crummy gig in the books. Wonder where Fury will send me next?" She pulled over in front of the Tower entrance and turned to grin at the guys. "Home sweet home! See y'all the next time I have to beat some ass. Tell Tony I said 'hey', and nice to meet you, James."
The heroes said their goodbyes and made their way inside.
In the elevator, Sam broke the silence. "Well, as run-ins with Forty-six go, that one was incredibly mild."
Bucky snorted.
"I'm serious! The last time, there was a two-block wide explosion, a half-ton of gummy bears, and an ostrich. Then just when we thought the roof was gonna collapse on-" Sam was interrupted by the elevator doors opening to reveal an agitated Tony Stark.
"I see bakery boxes. Many bakery boxes," he gestured toward them with a wagging forefinger. "What I do not see is coffee, and what else I do not see is my favorite baker. You three had the audacity not to bring Forty-six up here to visit her favorite genius?" He stomped toward the common area as he ranted.
Sam and Steve chuckled as they dropped off the boxes of baked goods, then toward their rooms for showers, Bucky following suit, still puzzling over earlier events.
"Wait!” he shouted, "What happened to the gummy bears and the ostrich?"
There we go. My first, very mild (in all ways) submission to Tumblr. Anxiety is going to eat my face now.
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