#what if I made my mouse man au more angsty
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Dr Rodent Brains AU
This is from a conversation between Eris and I about some angst for Dr. Jenkins and what if he was fused to Squeaky instead. This is all copied from the dms between me and Eris.
So on the day Steven is about to do his experiment, he gets the flu. Becky is using her super strength to make sure her dad stays in bed to get well.(Steven makes a terrible patient.) Steven reluctantly calls his colleagues Tubing and Doohickey who also tell him he is too sick to come to work. Steven just lets them know to feed and care for Squeaky until he gets back. He couldn't keep Squeaky at his house. The agree too. Meanwhile Dr. Jenkins is frustrated with the board again because they again denied his ideas. He just wants a chance to prove himself. So he stops by Steven's lab and hears Doohickey and Tubing. He greets them and asks what they were doing. Steven, Doohickey, and Tubing were among the few scientists that were nice to him and friendly. They explain Steven is sick so they are watching Squeaky for him. Jenkins offers to do it because he has nothing better to do and wants his friends to continue their work uninterrupted. (He is genuine about his offer for help.) They let him take over and go on their merry way. While looking after Squeaky, James notices Steven's machine and the blueprints for his work. An idea forms in his head, maybe he can operate the machine in Steven's place and show the board he isn't someone they can just disregard. Of course he plans to give Steven the credit for the invention working, Jenkins is just going to test it out for him. So Jenkins puts the helmet on him and one on Squeaky and turns the machine on. He is so elated to see it working and he is so happy that he is finally going to prove himself that he doesn't notice Squeaky walk over and press the red button and then pain and darkness. Doohickey and Tubing hear the screams and find mouseified James unconscious on the ground. They call an ambulance and Jenkins is taken to a hospital. Tubing calls Steven later and tells him what happened and apologizes for his and Doohickey's negligence on their part. Steven of course is upset that someone was messing with his own machine and now his machine is kaput because of the fusion but he is also horrified to hear what happened to Jenkins and hopes he will get better and plans to visit him as soon as he can. One night at the hospital, Jenkins' eyes open wide revealing dark red/pink eyes and his mouth forms a toothy grin. The next morning, the nurse assigned to him finds Jenkins gone.
Meanwhile, Wordgirl now deals with a strange new type of crime. Someone is stealing cheese instead of loot. Steven, who is now better, is helping his child as well. One night he is kidnapped by a strange figure and it turns out to be mouseified Dr. Jenkins who now calls himself Dr. Rodent Brains. Steven, horrified at what happened to Jenkins asks what is going on. Jenkins goes on a rant/vent that ever since he got fused to Squeaky, he feels he is forced to steal cheese and wants it to stop. He kidnapped Steven because it was his invention that caused this and Dr. Rodent Brains needs his help to control his urges. Steven tries to reason with him and says the machine is destroyed and he needs time to fix it. Dr. Rodent Brains doesn't believe him and thinks Steven is stalling so he gives Steven some incentive to speed up the process. Wordgirl, now worried about her missing dad, goes around searching everywhere for him and she soon finds Dr. Rodent Brains in the warehouse and discovers the awful truth of the "incentive" he gave her dad to speed things up. He took a sample of his own DNA and spliced it into Steven making him mouse human hybrid. Steven still has his brown hair but now he has mice ears, whiskers, a tail, mouse paws and claws and patches of brown mice fur on his body and mice teeth and pink/red eyes as well. He sounds like canon Two Brains now.
Wordgirl is obviously angry at what Dr. Rodent Brains did so she goes in for an attack but then is captured like in canon. Dr. Rodent Brains said he changed his mind after turning Steven into a mouse hybrid, he doesn't want to be back to normal but rather have the whole city suffer what he went through and make the rest of the world disregard them as well by turning the whole city into mice people by tainting the food and water in this city with his formula. While Dr. Rodent Brains is distracted with Wordgirl. Steven breaks out and tries to hold him back. Luckily Wordgirl is able to defeat Dr. Rodent Brains before he can use his ray as Huggy steals the vile and destroys it. Back at the hospital, Wordgirl learns they were able to save everyone but too late to save her dad as his DNA is messed up now. Steven assures her what happened wasn't her fault and he is proud of her work. Sally Botsford is there along with Doohickey and Tubing and the police chief to take statements from Steven and to check on him. The board comes in because Steven was their top scientist and his invention would have made them lots of money. They make sly remarks insulting Jenkins and his character. Steven and his fellow colleagues realize that it was the boards treatment of Jenkins that lead to this whole mess. So to the board's horror, Steven tells them screw all of you jerks I quit and Sally offers him a job as a top criminologist for the police department which Steven happily takes right in front of his old bosses. Steven does independent research to help Jenkins and Tubing and Doohickey work together to help their friend Steven.
(So Eris mentioned the idea where Dr. Rodent Brains ups that injection of mouse DNA into Steven every time he feels Steven is not working fast enough for him and that lead to a mousebrain takeover version for the au.)
though I do like the idea of Rodent Brains uping the injections. Maybe for mouse brain take over it is duel angst. One, Squeaky taking over Jenkins brains and two Steven's hybrid DNA accidentally destabilizing, resulting him becoming a giant mouse creature. He can't remember much in this state only recognizing his pinky and fearing Squeaky Rodent Brains. So Becky not only has to stop Squeaky Rodent Brains form causing havoc but also save her dad by working with Tubing and Doohickey. A Game of Cat and Mouse is where the DNA starts hinting at destabilization.
Now for headcanons made for the au made by Eris also including the Testubular Five au:
-Dr. Rodent Brains is more ruthless than Dr. Two Brains because Jenkins was jolted by everyone except Tubing, Doohickey, and Steven before the accident.
-Dr. James Jenkins was an unofficial member of the testubular five. He was an apprentice of Steven who took Jenkins under his wing as his scientific mentor. Steven feels horrible and guilty that Jenkins became a villain because of his own invention.
My headcanon:
-Jenkins is not forcefully controlled by Squeaky like Dr. Two Brains. He listens to Squeaky more willingly because he feels Squeaky is now the only one who respects the scientist and his work. Dr. Rodent Brains is more aligned with himself as both scientist and mouse have developed a partnership now.
-The henchmen still work for Dr. Rodent Brains, but he actually treats them fairly well and will listen to any ideas the henchmen have and include them if he can because he knows what it is like to be disregarded and mistreated.
Dr. James Jenkins is @drtwobrainsstuff oc
other characters with their names mentioned belong to PBS and Soup 2 Nuts from the series Wordgirl.
@melodythebunny
#wordgirl#wordgirl au#Dr. Rodent Brains au#what if I made my mouse man au more angsty#becky boxleitner au#dr james jenkins#drtwobrainsstuff#professor robert tubing#professor james doohickey#steven boxleitner#dr two brains#the henchmen#sally botsford#bob/captain huggy face
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20 Questions For Fic Writers:
Thank you for the tags @lokis-army-77 & @onegirlmanytales
1) How many works do you have on AO3? - Honestly only like 3, I don’t usually post my fics on there bc I always forget. I need to sit down and do that. I have 11 on tumblr though.
2) What’s your total AO3 word count?- Like 30k
3) What fandoms do you write for? - Just Stranger Things atm. I have been considering a few other things lately tho.👀
4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - Again I don’t really post my fics on AO3 as much so I only have 5 on there lol but my top fics on tumblr are Beer and Bunny’s, Cat and Mouse, Best Mates, All You Have To Do Is Ask, and See You Again.
5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - ALWAYS!! Sometimes when I’m feeling down about my writing I go back and reread them and it keeps me going/hypes me up.
6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - I do not have a single fic that ends even remotely angsty. I cannot do angsty endings, reading them or writing them. I need my happy ending.
7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - hmmm most of them honestly, but I really like the ending of Beer and Bunny’s. They’re so cute.
8) Do you get hate on fics? - I’ve never gotten hate before. I hope I give off a chill, in my own lane, kinda vibe.
9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - Yesss lol honestly just nasty, pervy, unhinged smut. I don’t think I’ve ever really written any kind of soft smut. Not intentionally I’m just a whore. :)
10) Do you write crossovers? - I never have, no. I do have an AU based off my fav movie coming out soonish but it’ll be all ST characters still.
11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - Nah lol idk who would take the time to steal MY fics
12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - not that I know of lol
13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - Yes!! I have a whole AU universe with one of my friends and I’m working on two other collabs w other people. 👀🤭
14) What’s your all time favorite ship? - Listen, I’m fucking basic okay? I will always love Katniss and Peeta. Also Raven and Alexander from Vampire Kisses but no one ever knows that series.😩
15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - Sugar and Spice. It was a series I started before I told myself I’m not allowed to write multi chapter fics bc I put too much pressure on myself about it lol
16) What are your writing strengths? - I’ve been told more than once that my dialogue is good. Which feels nice. Also nasty smut.
17) What are your writing weaknesses? - Transitions tbh, I’ll get to a certain point and get stuck esp transitioning into the smut which is usually what I was trying to get to in the first place.
18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - I legit only speak English so I would not even try
19) First fandom you wrote for? - AVATAR THE LAST AIR BENDER lol zuko was my MANS
20) Favorite fic you’ve written? - See You Again, this one I’m just very proud of, and I love my OC girlfriend I made for myself and I just spent a lot of time on this one. I want to finish the prequel EVENTUALLY.
No pressure tags: @reidsbtch @babygorewhore @battymunson @take-everything-you-can @slutty-thevampireslayer @jamdoughnutmagician @lithium80sblog @bimbobaggins69 & anyone else who wants to🖤
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Massive Dream SMP Fic Rec!!
Hey- Hi, I just feel like there are a ton of fanfiction that's really underrated in this fandom- so I'm going to dump it on your dash!!! Most of it is going to be Tommy-centric or SBI-centric, but they are very good!
Source: Me
Finished Fanfics:
Multi-chaptered Fanfics:
that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know
Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.
It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.
The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.
Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?
in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade
Hard-hitting, but has a happy ending, though I recommend reading the prequel (in the same series) first, otherwise, it's lowkey depressing.
MORE RECOMMENDATIONS BELOW THE CUT!!
you’ll rise above (crowned by an overture bold and beyond) by azvremoon
Tommy is not sixteen. He has faced too many open wounds, dripping ichor onto blood-stained warzones, to be just a child. He is Blood and War and needless Death, an all-in-one special of everything that can ruin reality.
(Tommy is the blood god. No one should know, but this server can't stop pushing him over the edge.)
+2 more Works that were Inspired by this one
Tommy is a BAMF and Dream, Technblade, and Phil get fucked it is what it is.
Responsible Forever by SilverWing15
“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
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“So,” Techoblade says, slow and deliberate, his face shows clearly just how unbelievable he finds all of this, “you saw a boy last night, in the middle of the night, living with raccoons and eating our garbage?”
“I know how insane it sounds,” Phil says, “but I know what I saw. We need to help him, who knows how long he’s been out here?”
“Okay,” Wilbur interrupts, “let’s say that raccoon-boy is real. What is it you want us to do? We can’t go searching the woods for specific bunch of raccoons, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Phil but there are a lot of them out there.”
“Going out and hunting him isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Techno says, “we have to let the raccoon-boy come to us. He’s already come once, you know how tenacious raccoons are. If they came to the garbage pit once, they’ll come again. We just have to set a trap.”
“Those raccoons aren’t gonna know what fucking hit them,” Wilbur mutters.
Or: RaccoonInnit taken well beyond its logical conclusion
Tommyinnit is a Raccoon boi that lives with other Raccoons
Protecting the Traumatised Youth by spookyserpent
Sam blinks. “What?”
Even behind the mask, Sam has the distinct impression that Dream is grinning at him. “A week and he was begging for my attention, even after I stole and burnt his armour, even after the beatings. He couldn’t stand me leaving him because I was the only one to show up, to pay him attention. It was hilarious.”
Sam is going to be sick.
Or, Sam decides to ask Dream about his intentions and ends up becoming a big brother to Tommy and Tubbo. All the while, Dream and George fight, Niki and Jack plan child murder and Ranboo is slowly getting adopted into the SBI.
Awesamdad written back when it was possible... ahhh
Chaos In a Bottle by Lovetribable
After a realization, Tommy leaves the pillar, but instead of going to Techno. He just disappears, leaving everyone to think he's gone.
It takes a war to bring him back.
+2 Sequels and an Alternative Ending
Dadinnit!! + A Sympathetic Dream
Absolutely Anything For Them by Numanum
“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Tubbo,” Dream sighs, meeting his eyes cooly. Tubbo, back against a tree, shudders at his tone, at the look on his face.
The sword at his neck skims across his skin as Dream shifts his grip on it, and he flinches back into the rough bark behind him. Dream smiles at his reaction, seeming pleased- like the cat that’s been toying with a mouse that always tries to run no matter how many times it’s caught. And, despite this being his first encounter alone with the man, he thinks that the comparison is fairly accurate; Tubbo has never felt smaller than he does now. There’s supposed to be a buddy system to prevent things like this- he shouldn’t be alone here, stuck in this situation.
Or: Tubbo becomes a traitor to save everyone and has to struggle with his choices
Traitor Tubbo, but it has the happiest ending possible since it follows the rest of the story.
Where Did You Come From, Kit? by KadeAK (zacixn)
Hybrids are an ancient species of humans crossed with animals, blessed with the favour of nature. They used to live in peace on the SMP’s land, but ever since the dawn of humanity’s modern culture, they have become ostracised and hunted by their once-brethren. Now, the once-thriving subspecies of hybrids have been reduced to ashes, the majority of their peoples struggling to survive in a city capital that can't stand their presence.
To the members of L’Manburg, General Wilbur Soot is just another mildly prejudiced human being, stuck with a hybrid fox kit for an adopted child. However, that assumption could not be farther from the truth. As it turns out, there's a reason why he is the man he is today.
This fic is entirely pre-L’Manburg.
Part of a series, very good.
Take It Easy by sweet_magnolias
Five times Techno scared Michael, one time Michael scared him, and the resolution of those fears.
AKA - Techno learns how to be an uncle.
Technoblade's POV, so expect some Tubbo bashing on the margins of all that Michael fluff.
I suppose it’s never my time to die, is it? by Birb_Whale
The first time it happens, he barely remembers.
The second time is when he realized.
The third...
Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern
“It’s not your time to die yet, Tommy”
Messed up, but not unrealistic. Purely for the Hurt/Comfort lovers.
This Wasn't Planned, But It'll Work Out by Anonymous
Dream isn't sure what to think when he finds a kid on his doorstep, but he can't just leave him there, now can he?
(He doesn't know what he's getting into, or what he's gotten the kid into, either)
Long, and angsty, with a bittersweet ending Imo.
let's play a game by Aria_Cinabun
Tommy was once a slave. That's gone now - shoved in his past with the memories of blood and gore and death. He wants to forget who he was; what he has to do to survive.
Of course, the Elementalists will always come back to haunt him. They aren't the ones who killed his mother, but they're close enough.
And now he and his brother have been dragged into the mess, as Elementalists with their own, separate covens, to find the Pit - the place where he'd lived and killed and hurt for the first twelve years of his life.
His coven can't know. Can't know who he really is, what he can really do. Can't know anything about his past.
He doesn't want a coven full of Elementalists who don't trust him; one of whom he's pretty sure despises him. He doesn't want that life. He wants the life of a pickpocket, on the streets, because nobody questions street kids, and nobody comes asking about his past and pushes him to tell his secrets that he holds closest inside.
Tubbo tries to tell him to trust people.
But trust is how you die.
Good fantasy AU, has SBI, and is thus fluffy.
Turn of the Tide by SilverWing15
Tommy’s fins twitch at the mention of Dream’s ancestors. Dream talks about them a lot, how they made their fortune hunting down mer pods, how they were cruel and greedy. Nothing like Dream is. They’ve both overcome their roots he says.
Tommy is nothing like the wild mer out in the ocean, who spend their lives scraping by just to survive, who kicked him out of the pod when he was a baby because he was too small. He’s also better than the pit mer, who can’t overcome their wild instincts and know nothing but fighting.
He’s different from them, he’s better than them. He’s Dream’s.
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OR: Change is like the tide, when it comes, you can only sink or swim. You would think that a mer would be better at keeping afloat.
Mermaid AU Pooog. Part of a series.
One-Shots:
Snapped by AmberRunnel
“You don’t know what I went through in that prison cell.”
Jack burst out laughing, blinded with rage and the overwhelming urge to hurt Tommy, to give him everything he deserved. “Oh, is the poor child traumatized? You want pity now?” He twisted his blade, and Tommy’s axe was sent clattering to the ground.
“If the prison was so awful, why don’t I send you back there?”
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Jack doesn't handle Tommy's revival well.
There's a simple solution, though. Kill Tommy, and Dream revives him right back into that cell. Problem solved, kid dealt with.
It takes a few confrontations for Jack to realize he's an asshole.
It's fucked up, but god does it hurt in a good way.
the sky is coming down blue by salinesolution
An imagining of New Milo's perspective throughout the Skyblock Randomizer adventure. What did he think of the world he found himself in, and how did Wilbur's feelings and actions change things for him? Here's my way of answering those questions.
He made the fish think, funniest shit I've seen.
You told me to be a hero (so let me die like one) by spiromachia
"You told me to die like a hero," the blond interrupted, spinning on his heel to face the others, holding his arms wide open, "So why not fulfil the ending that was always meant to be."
Across the battle field, through the chaos and destruction, a tree burned.
Even the sound of explosions and cries and bloodshed felt distant enough for the world to become silent for a few moments, each individual slowly coming to the same conclusion, each of their bodies tensing.
Tommy's face broke out into a grin as he lowered his head, glowering at the people around him, and Philza's face flashed with recognition.
"Kill me."
Or...
In the middle of Doomsday, Tommy decides to ask Technoblade to be the Lycomedes to his Theseus.
Heavy and dark, but at least Dream gets it.
tomorrow night by meridies
Tommy is desperately searching for his missing brother. Techno is the reluctant psychic who unfortunately got dragged along.
or, two people, more alike than different, learn what it is to have a family at their side.
It's cute what can I say :]
maple syrup by itisjosh
"We could run," Tubbo stares at the sun. "We've got everything we've ever wanted right here. We could run."
"Yeah," Tommy agrees, feeling his head swim. "We could."
(or, tommy and tubbo run away together)
Children get away from toxic adults :)
Why’d it have to be so sunny? (The sun shouldn’t shine without you.) by AToZRainToBe
‘A realisation hits Phil in the face like a truck. “Wi- Ghostbur,” Phil says, turning to his grey-scale, translucent, actually-dead son. “You definitely told Tubbo that Tommy’s alive, right?”’
To get away from Dream, Tommy agrees to fake his death, going with the cover story that he jumped from the pillar in Logstedshire. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell Tubbo.
Misunderstandings are one of my favorite tropes.
sugar and ice by princedemeter for Aenqa
“He is my son,” Philza says. “Mortal or not, I would see him grow strong.”
Technoblade looks down on earth, at the tiny, angry bundle of cloth and pinking, wrinkled skin. This mortal child, he thinks, lungs filled with breath from the king of gods himself, will not grow strong.
It's mostly centered around Technoblade and Wilbur with Phil being a shitty dad. Pog Gods AU.
a matter of time by meridies
Tommy is twelve years old when his wings first appear, and he is twelve years old when Phil tells him, "All it takes is time and patience, Tommy, and soon you'll be flying even better than me."
or, Tommy grows up feeling like a failure, and it takes him a while to figure out where he's happiest.
Tommy is just finding his place in the world. Powers AU.
That Time a Baby Decided to Raise a Baby by Scitrust
Tubbo wasn't good at making excuses, so when Schlatt asked him why he was leaving in the night, he made something up on the spot. That had been months ago.
At least he sort of had an alibi for that, now.
Or, in which Tubbo finds a baby in the woods on his way to see Tommy, and promptly adopts it.
Part of a collection!! Read it all.
spider lily by blue000jay
Wilbur has a body.
The freckle on the base of his left pinky finger (shared with Techno). The scar on his chin from when he was twelve and over ambitious, diving into too-shallow water. The scar on his throat from the final control room, and the puckered skin on his shoulder from the poisoned arrow that killed him next. Various other nicks and things that litter his skin from years of rebellion and living wild, a kid thrown into a vicious world with too little self-preservation.
(Resurrection AU, for when/if Wilbur comes back.)
The author knows how it's like to live with chronic pain, and it shows :(
Hands tied loose by rabiddog
"Let's run away, Tubbo." Tommy breathed; a wide grin split across his face as his hope grew. "Let's get out of here – far away. We can go anywhere, can't we? Let's just go, you and me right here, right now."
-
Tommy needs to leave. He has to get out of L'Manburg, he has to leave the Dream SMP for his own sanity, and he wants Tubbo to come with him.
But Tubbo has a family now, a better life - something that he can't give up... not even for his best friend.
Unhappy ending :(
The serpent underneath by rabiddog
Tommy and Techno sit at the memory-filled bench and talk. Technoblade reminisces, he talks, he admits his pent-up feelings, he cries. And Tommy? Tommy listens. (That's all he can do.)
-
“I’m sorry for everything, you know? For all of it. I’m so sorry about... about the first war, about the withers and the fighting, about...” Technoblade's fingers began to curl around Tommy’s blonde locks. “About Wilbur and everything after. I'm so, so sorry.”
:((((((((
Damning choices by rabiddog
Ranboo would have never expected to find himself in a horrifying situation such as that one - quite literally sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, with three lives dangling over his head and the answer on the tip of his tongue.
Tubbo, Michael, Tommy.
It's his choice. He chooses who lives, and who dies. His new family, or his first friend. But Ranboo... Ranboo already knows.
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"Ranboo," He hissed out, voice cracking and somewhat staticky, "It's not your fault. It's not. You had no other choice; I know that, okay? I- I know that- I know- I know..."
:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((
Jealousy is a disease by rabiddog
Tommyinnit isn't new to the idea of jealousy. He understands it completely. He understands the way it runs rampage through his body each time he catches even a glimpse of Tubbo and Ranboo's new relationship, he understands that the emotion makes his heart clench uncomfortably from time to time. He sees it, feels it, and yet he doesn't care.
He doesn't care at all.
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"You took Tubbo away from me. You took him away. You took my best friend, and now he's- now he's not my best friend anymore, and I-!"
:)
Word of Honour by rabiddog
Tommy could only stand and stare as Technoblade agreed to hand him over to Dream - as his brother traded him off like he was nothing. Like Tommy wasn't important.
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Technoblade was a man of honour. He was a man of pride and sticking to his word. He knew that he owed Dream a favour, and no matter what that favour might be, he'd be compliant with it. Nothing would change his mind. (Not even Tommy.)
Almost canon. F.
Sweet Repentance by rabiddog
Perhaps Tommy should have told Phil about his arguably life-threatening injury the minute his father had opened the door. But of course, Tommy being Tommy, did not.
Dying seemed like a nice enough option as long as he was with his family.
-
Tommy just wanted acceptance, forgiveness, and peace. He wanted to close his eyes for the last time and finally be able to let go.
Tommy dies painfully.
A White Tulip by astervoid
He picked the white tulip from the bottom of the stem, standing up carefully as he held it pinched between his fingers. It would die now, inevitably, but Tommy relented and held the flower to his chest. What a silly, stupid thing to ground him. He almost hated that it made his breaths come easier and his steps feel lighter. Almost.
Tommy & Ranbooo chill on the bench.
lying to the authorities (again) by touchgrass
"Please tell me that my right-hand-man, my soon-to-be vice president, one of the people I trust the most on this godforsaken server, did not lie straight to my face and tell me he was twenty-fucking-years-old.”
Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but then closes it shut at the furious look on Wilbur's face. Oops.
~
It is the day of the elections and Wilbur Soot could not have chosen a worser time to realize that half his staff is underage.
The ONLY fic with this premise I've seen on Ao3.
Dear Theseus by rabiddog
Tommy had thought that they'd won - thought that they'd finally beaten Dream, and that everything would be okay. As it turns out, however, apparently Dream had called in that favour from Technoblade after all.
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“Please,” Tommy whispered after a beat, quivering hands edged upwards to hesitantly press against the tip of the sword striking through his chest. Why, why, why? Why him? Why now?
Tommy almost wins.
A Shifting World by AplusIsRoman
How was Wilbur supposed to know it would end like this?
The smoke hung in the air and soot clung to his skin. His brother - adopted, but older by two minutes - stood back-to-back with him. The chilling cries of people and the calls of the withers rang through the air above the chasm that was once his home.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
How could he have known this would happen?
-
Sequel to A Child's World
Age-swap AU. Has a prequel.
heart of the sea by RyDyKG
Here is the secret that he barely thinks about, a secret that he shoves deep and far down in himself:
Wilbur Soot is a siren, and he’s not exactly proud of that fact.
Wilbur-centric. Urban Fantasy AU.
He knows, ok? by Ralli
By some means, Techno has given his raccoon younger brother some cotton candy. It doesn’t end as well as either of them would like.
Very, very cute :)
that's it, it's split (it won't recover) by Jk_Kat
Tommy has always been the fighter.
He has never been the fought for, and he knows it, with every whisper Tubbo directs at Ranboo, with every glance thrown his way- Tommy knows, the way he wishes he didn't, that they think he's dead.
If they're so convinced he's still dead, maybe the one good thing left he can do for them is die.
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Or, Tommy gets addicted to being dead and thinks that nobody cares about him. The people who very much do try to pull him back from the brink before Dream can't resurrect him anymore.
Messed up, but with a happy ending.
Hugs 'n PTSD by rabiddog
Ranboo knew from the start that the recovery process would be hard - that moving on from quite literally being beat to death would be something hugely difficult to step away from, and that's if Tommy could even manage it at all.
He knew that it would be stressful and arduous, demanding and tough... he just hadn't expected to be holding Tommy through a PTSD-induced panic attack only days after his release from Pandora's Vault.
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Ranboo isn't typically an overbearingly protective person. But for Tommy? He just might be.
I love this author if you can't tell.
Big Men don't cry by Shiny22Snivy
The room is small and warm, almost stifling compared to the cool openness of the ravine. It’s cosy and candlelit, and a chest sits open in the corner, full of what looks to be burnt rags of a former smart suit. And sitting in rumpled blankets on a bed, cradling a mug of something steaming, sits Tubbo.
At first, Tommy forgets all about Niki’s vague warning. He’s just so happy to see his best friend again, alive and well and all in one piece. Tubbo’s okay. Tubbo’s okay, and in front of him, and suddenly everything bad in the world is gone, if only for just a moment.
“Tommy?”
And then Tubbo turns to look at him.
Clingyduo fluff.
sins of the father (i broke all my bones that day i found you) by ryter
The thing that hurt Wilbur most was when he saw Fundy tear down the walls of L'Manburg. After all, those walls had gone up to protect his son. But in this world, Fundy trusts his father just a little bit more, and it ruins him.
Or: there's only one way Wilbur never becomes the villain. It's unclear whether this was the better path.
SOME VIOLENCE WARNINGS/BLOOD MENTION. CHARACTER DEATH. SO MUCH ANGST.
Sad, but cathartic.
REVIVED TOMMY HEADCANNONS AHAHAHAHA by racooninnit
i’m dropping ALL the fucking revived tommy headcannons on you guys today get ready for some ANGST
this is different from what i usually post but it was fun
i don’t think there’s a lot i need to put warnings for, obviously there are mentions of the way tommy died and the aftermath of that (i.e. injuries and trauma), but if there’s anything that needs a warning please tell me!
What it says on the tin- not really a fic.
Unfinished Stories:
Ongoing (Less than a month since the last update):
Over the River Styx by CorpseArt
I feel like we should name him.
There’s a scuffle at the back of his mind as he rolls up, curling tight with a shiver despite the heat of the flames licking up his back.
I mean, he’s like – us, but like a worse version clearly because oh man, this is just weirdness. There’s a flare of a tangle of emotions, complicated and fearful, resentful and livid with anger. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been reduced to, stuck in the mind of this- this child.
He’s like your age, Tommy. Are you calling yourself a child?
I mean, I am one so fucking duh. Child murderer.
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Or: trauma bonding in the most unconventional of senses.
Just- Read it. Show the writer your support, it's unique, it's amazing and there needs to be more of it.
If history is dead and gone by iregretallmydecisions
“Don’t come any fucking closer,” Tommy shouted, startling Phil into stepping back. Tommy was still looking around wildly, like a trapped animal “Don’t fucking do it.”
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In which Tommy finds himself faced with his splintered family, while it was still mostly whole. The past is not an easy place to be when the future was not kind. His family is forced to deal with the fall out.
It's better than Rewind, but you didn't hear that from me.
Wilbur Soot's Redemption (OR Ghostbur's Retry) by luckykitty0523
Wilbur had many regrets in his life, being lost in his madness and the urge for revenge drowned leaving a shell of who he once was. It was only in his dying moments that he regained himself but it was already too late for him leaving him drowning in wishes and regrets. However waking up in another different universe where wilbur was never born and family soulmates exist, so when wilbur said he wanted to fix the mistakes he never expected this turn of events.
OR
In one world wilbur dies and he would return as a ghost missing his memory and trying to fix what he did in life but in this one wilbur dies and wakes up in another world where soulmates exist and the wilbur of that world was never born so wilbur/ghostbur takes his place and tries to make up his mistakes to the other version of his friends.
Wilbur adopts SBI + Fundy + Dream.
A Talk Long Overdue by penink
Tommy has his first therapy session with Puffy.
Tommy gets therapy.
Into the Night by Interjection
“Don’t touch me,” Tommy hisses, leaning against the railing. “I will - I will-”
They’re a hundred stories up. Wind lashes against Phil’s face. Next to him, Sam makes choked noise.
“But why?”
Tommy looks up to meet Phil’s eyes, terror struck so deep in those pale blue irises Phil thinks they must hold all the world’s fears within them.
“You’ll die,” he whispers. “And then I’ll die. But I’ll come back.”
“And I don’t want to come back.”
Others have the freedom to live. Tommy doesn’t even have the freedom to die.
But maybe they can teach him that living doesn’t have to be so bad.
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(Superpowers AU where whenever someone touches Tommy, they both die. But Tommy will always come back to life eventually. He just wants it to end - but instead, he’s on the run, terrified of how his power will be exploited if he’s caught.
A few people reluctantly team up to save him.)
Funky SBI dynamics + a Sam that cares. Also a lot of angst.
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{ Rogue princess | skz }
l.felix x f!reader
Genre: ??? fluff, angst ig, royalty au, princess!reader, star child!felix, idk u tell me
Warnings: a bit angsty, bad relationships at the beginning, issues with parents, vague mention of past death, mention of animals, mentions of running away
((If anything needs to be added to warnings, lmk! I’ll fix it asap))
Word Count: 5.2k
Note: did I write this literally to comfort myself today? Yes. Have fun reading this reallllyyy self indulgent fic lolz. Hope anyone reading this has a good day! Ily
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A throne made of gold and satin-like velvet, all tyrian purple. Too large this seat felt, as did the hall full of people standing under gilded light filtering through the large stained glass window. Here you sat, next to your father in an even more ornate throne, in front of a crowd of people who knew your name, your face, but nothing of your soul.
They couldn’t name that green was your favorite color because of the trees you would catch glimpses of through the windows of your tutors room, ever strong through the seasons never having to carry the weight of a kingdom. They would never be able to name why ships made you weary and claustrophobic or that your favorite flowers of springtime are those that bloom away from the castles gardens when eyes aren’t watching. They couldn’t guess your favorite piece of music, the one you never heard at those god forsaken balls. They never could place that instead your favorite would be the one that came ever so gracefully from under your mother’s fingertips at the piano that used to spark so much joy in the hearts of the people, but now sat lonely collecting dust. They didn’t know you longed to reach the stars someday, yearning for their delicate freedom in the inky black sky. They couldn’t tell that you wondered if they felt out of place too.
More so than anything else, they could never guess how much you hated staring at the men kneeling before you now, begging for a wife, a servant to their needs of pleasure, for the sake of “peace.” They would never know the disgust that sent a shiver down your spine at the twisted grin of these men that took your fingers in their too rough grasp and kissed that back of your hand, their sin tainted lips lingering moments too long. Their hands twitching at their sides with their sickening thoughts as they watched you stand from your throne, adjusting the circlet of silver adorning your perfectly crafted hair.
Your father, your king, grinned widely at the propositions made my these men, happy at the prospect of one of them taking your hand, winning your heart. Happy at the prospect of selling you away. A fair trade he’d call it. A duty.
He’d never understand, you came to realize. He was the man who had chosen your mother, the same way these creatures of lust in front of you are now. Readily ridding the world of her happiness and songs, harshly forcing her into a life of servitude, solitude, for the sake of duty.
“None of them would get it”
You’d say to yourself silently as you excused yourself to the washroom, wiping your disgraced palm clean of the suitors that you had been dancing with’s sweat, your nose scrunched in disgust. In the washroom you would stand, hands now pressed to the too warm mirror in that stuffy room, staring at your reflection. Your reflection stared back at you tauntingly, the flushed cheeks and too perfect hair, until your eyes got caught on the thin band gracing your head. The piece of metal that used to be the only thing tying you to your mother’s lineage, now was only an unwelcome reminder of your duties lined up in the other room, waiting for your hand in marriage. You sighed harshly, ripping the despicable band of silver off of your head, ruining the perfect waves your hair was lying in before. You laughed too hard, running your hands harshly over the layers of paint adorning your face. Your breaths became ragged as you tore the cloth sigil from the bodice of your dress, the only thing left showing your status in this deplorable kingdom and soon you realized, the only thing holding you back.
You stared at your own reflection, a haggard appearance of a forgotten princess staring back at you, and you smiled. Quickly, you rushed to the door, checking for footsteps, before finding your way to the nearest maids chambers. Stepping inside you grabbed a few essentials and a cloak as black as the night’s sky. Once you felt satisfied in what you had taken, you steeled your nerves before quickly and cautiously making your way to the stables, now abandoned with everyone attending the event.
Your eyes scanned the area quickly before settling on a horse with hair as white as snow and eyes the color of indigo. Your form slowed, your breaths coming out in soft pants as you made your way towards the creature in awe of its beauty. You reached your hand out slowly, to gain the trust of the majestic beauty. Suddenly and strikingly you heard a voice sounding from behind you.
“My lady! Where do you think you’re going?” A rough, calloused hand gripped your shoulder tightly, startling you. You turned around quickly, your arms raising defensively. As the offending party grabbed your wrists to gain your attention your excitement died down and your breaths came out easier when you took in the features of Changbin, your personal first knight assigned to you. Your expression became one of relief as you took in the worried, curious look resting on his angular features in the low light of the stables.
“I’m leaving, Changbin. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I can’t go through with this. Please don’t try to stop me..” You said gripping his hands in yours, staring into his eyes hoping to portray the feelings pooling in the base of your throat, causing your words to come out choked. “I’ve already made up my mind.”
“I’m sure I couldn’t change your mind if I wanted to, princess. Here, take this.” He said, smiling softly. A gentle sigh left his lips as one hand reached into one of the many holsters on his person, while the other drifted to comfortingly rest on the crown of your head. His large, rough hands pressed a small holstered knife into your palm. “It’s a blade your mother used to use. I was supposed to give it to you tonight at the ball, but this felt like the right time.”
For the first time that night you smiled genuinely, staring into his eyes softly in thanks while turning to prepare the horse for your disappearance. Changbin’s hands found your waist, hoisting you up and onto the back of the horse before he quietly led you out of the stables, checking for prying eyes and quietly uttering you a safe trip. You made simple promises to return safely to him, unsure of how much truth they held, but sure of the comfort filling your chest with the smile gracing his face.
With that, you turned your head to the dark forest ahead and took a deep breath to steady yourself before going on this possibly dangerous adventure. Then, like lightning striking your nervous system, you heard a voice you had hoped to never hear again.
“Y/n!” Your father’s voice rang out over the courtyard causing you to gasp and whip your head in the direction of the sound. Changbin’s worried eyes stayed trained on your face as your indecision bubbled in your chest at your father’s commanding tone. Quickly muttering some words Changbin sent the horse off running in the direction of the forest, your confused mind allowing the actions to happen wordlessly as you watched Changbin draw his sword against his own king to protect you and allow you the freedom you had longed for.
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It had been moments, maybe hours, you were unsure. The sky bared no stars as you stared hopelessly heaven bound with your eyes blurred. The chilly air hurt your cheeks now dry from the rivers of tears at your actions. Your steed came to a slow, wearily looking around the dangerous wood. All that was to be heard around you were the low grumbles of the predators and the soft snapping of twigs. In the haze of your misery you were lost and cold, unsure of even your own safety as you whipped your head uneasily in every direction of unknown noises.
It was then that a loud howl sounded from somewhere nearby, a chorus of others following suit. You tried catching sight of the beasts making the horrid sound, but soon it seemed as though the guttural growls were surrounding you, closing in on their next meal. You yelped loudly as the horse became unsteady and afraid, dashing off towards the nearest escape. From your lips feeble shrieks of protest left, but to no avail. The creature’s of the hunt followed suit, a game of cat and mouse. Suddenly, one creature, the largest, leaped out from beyond a too dark clearing in front of your path, baring its fangs and lashing out with its dastardly claws. The horse came to an unsteady halt, rearing back and knocking your frail form harshly to the ground. You inhaled sharply, rolling away, your limbs tucked inward, as fast as possible from the now trampling hooves and paws. You held your breath, covering yourself with your arms and you cried. Tears poured down your face as you waited for the steps of the animals to recede. You heard their noises of primal instinct and found yourself counting the minutes down until they were long gone and satisfied with their hunt.
When your arms went numb and the tip of your nose was sufficiently frozen, you turned over in the dirt, wet with dew, to stare at the empty sky. Your tears came until they could no longer, your breaths uneven with bitter air exhaling harshly from your lungs, and as your eyes stayed trained upwards, you allowed yourself one prayer to any god that would listen.
Please. Just let me see one star. One being from above that would understand.
Abruptly you were taken aback by an unusually chilling wind blowing through the branches of the tall oak trees, causing you to wrap your arms tightly against your grimy, shivering self. Slowly you allowed the exhaustion of the night to take over your features, your eyes closing allowing sleep to take over your dirt ridden form. Finally, you felt some semblance of peace come over you as you drifted off, a prayer still sitting heavy on your pale, chapped lips.
“You’re one weird human.” Your ears suddenly perked as a deep voice suddenly sounded from somewhere nearby. You screamed, scurrying to cover yourself with some kind of protection. Your eyes scanned the surrounding area frantically searching for the source of the voice.
“W-who’s there?” You said with as little confidence as you could muster. You cursed your voice for shaking silently as you continued your frantic search for this possible danger. Your eyes landed on a large branch nearby and your legs moved on their own accord, sliding you harshly against the hard, cold ground to scramble to grip the branch tightly, turning and holding it out in a manner you could only hoped looked more threatening than it felt.
“So silly..” The deep voice chuckled out from somewhere behind you. You yelped, waving the stick in the opposite direction, hoping not to lose your footing against any loose rocks or sturdy tree roots. Your dress was torn and soaked and the gentle breeze now moving in random intervals was jarring and dancing around your cloaked form, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. A sudden snapping sound from a branch above your head caused you to scream, throwing the large branch with all of your feeble might towards the offending sound. A larger breeze blew by, obscuring your vision with your own hair and you scrambled to remove it from your vision. As your finally were able to get a glimpse of a male slinking towards you another breeze blew harshly by causing your to sigh sharply, your hands flying back up to your face to remove the hair blocking your vision yet again. “Your gonna hurt someone throwing those things.” The voice sounded again, humor twinkling off of his lips with smooth curls of laughter.
“Who are you? What do you want with me??” You said, your feet backpedaling as you finally removed your hair from your face again to take in the sight before you. Your eyes scanned the clearing of trees in the dim light unable to find the man you had been questioning and just as you began to question what was even real, you heard him again, your head whipping in the direction of the sound.
“I should be asking you that, considering you called for me..” He said, the humor never leaving his tone. You began to feel embarrassed at the thought of this man laughing at your pitiful state. Your cheeks grew red and your ears felt hot as you began wondering why you didn’t feel as in danger as you had earlier that night, deciding to deem it all on how wild the rest of your night had already been. Instead of answering you simply furrowed your brow, scanning and searching with your eyes still trying to find the source of the inquiry. Out of the blue in the still night, yet another breeze blew by roughly, chilling you to the bone. A branch suddenly creaked above you and you scrambled back to get a view of what could be perched there.
“Looking for me?” What you found, illuminated by the dim white moonlight, was a boy, seemingly about your age, swinging his legs softly to the gentle sway of the winds. His hair was strikingly white, pure as snow. His pale skin shone softly as if covered gingerly in new born stars. His eyes held mirth, much like his cheshire smile, and his whole body was lax with amusement as he stared down at you. In shock you stumbled backwards, falling over yourself and landing harshly on the ground, yet again tonight staring up at the sky. You felt the wind tousle your hair, but you didn’t seem to have the energy to care much as your mind grappled with its own questioning thoughts.
“Uhm..lady? Are..haha..are you okay?” His question, broken with impish laughter, felt comforting in a way as he leaned over your form, searching your face with curious eyes and a interrogative furrowed brow. You turned your head softly, staring into the now shocked eyes of the boy with the angular features and moon like eyes before suddenly your lips twitched, the corners of them quirking before a laugh began to bubble out of your chest. The laugh itself with incredulous and loud, joyous like a little kid finally discovering how something works. The boy looked back at you, tilting his head like a confused puppy as he watched you sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows. He didn’t make a move to back up or give you any space, instead leaning closer to examine you further.
“Did you hit your head or something, funny lady?” He said, his deep voice and boy-like expression of wonder and frustrating confusion only spurring your laughter on further as you grappled for breath. The events of tonight were catching up with your exhausted state and you found yourself wondering if this boy who shone so brightly on this gloomy night was even real.
Once you could finally catch your breath you sat upright and really took in the sight of him. He may have seemed young on the outside, but somehow he held a powerful aura, like he knew more then he let on. His smile was dazzling as he stared up at you with eyes that twinkled with a silent knowledge. You felt as though he was looking past your filthy outward appearance, and instead he was reading through your soul, listening silently to the story you couldn’t find the words to tell.
He stood suddenly, as if he found the answer to the question that had been dancing around like the winds, curling through each of your minds. His smile became softer and more genuine as he looked down at your still seated self and slowly outstretched his hand. It was a gesture you were unfamiliar with. It wasn’t a sudden, demanding grasp of your non-consenting hand. It wasn’t rough and calloused, with a predator-like grin gracing his features, but, instead, as you slid your hand over his palm in a silent proclamation of trust you found yourself reveling in how silky smooth his larger, more slender hand felt wrapping around yours in a protective gesture. He glanced at you, a playful smirk playing on his cherry red lips.
“Do you trust me?” He said, his deep voice breathy and patient, allowing you whatever amount of time you felt like you needed before you nodded slowly, hesitantly. He tilted his head in a munificent gesture, encouraging you to verbalize your thoughts. You felt the minuscule inkling of a curl to your lips forming, your eyes catching on how he seemed to be emitting light in this dim forest. The wind blew softly, ruffling your hair and caressing your now heated cheeks. He watched your features carefully as you bowed your head and giggled to yourself at the sensation of the winds dancing around the both of you. The chilly night felt warm as you turned your head slowly and methodically towards him again, your eyes glistening with an unreadable emotion and you breathed in deeply in a more relaxed manner.
“I do.” You said, beaming up at him now, your small, frail hand squeezing his a little tighter. He smiled fully now and to you it felt like sunshine. He watched your face, entranced in your beauty taking not of how grateful he was to have answered your call tonight, vowing to bring that smile back whenever he could. Your expression grew concerned as the look in his eye changed and he suddenly pulled you towards him, wrapping one arm around your shoulders before taking off in a sprint.
You tried to match his pace with a yelp, the wind now pushing you around forcefully. Your cries of protest were drowned out with his hysterical giggling. He forced you forward for a few more minutes as you began to question his strange motives before suddenly he came to a stop. His landing was much more graceful then your sudden stumbling forward, but as you gained your footing your objections died in your throat as you took in the sights around you. The forest behind you now, you stood in a clearing with grasses tickling your ankles, but the most impressive thing about this sight was the flowers. In full bloom, covering the surrounding area as far as your eyes could see were twinkling white flowers. Some stayed small and subdued, while others were larger, demanding more attention, but all of them shown with outstanding luminescence. Your breath caught in your throat as you stood completely rigid, taking in the sight.
You then felt a soft breeze, pulling your out of your shock with a shiver before you felt an unexpected heat radiating from behind you. You felt a soft hand trace your jaw from somewhere behind as you held your breath expectantly. His hand moved from your jaw to trace the outline of your neck, gathering your hair lying there and tying it tenderly away from your face. Your sudden inhale as his fingers tickled the nape of your neck caused him to chuckle, his close proximity allowing you to feel his warm breath fanning over your shoulders. You suddenly felt balmy as he leaned his face closer, his breaths coming out in an intoxicating manner, dancing around the area where your neck meets your shoulder.
“Look up.” He said, his voice coming out in a heady whisper. You gasped as you complied, your head whipping up too quickly, causing the male to snicker behind you. You couldn’t seem to care as you took in the sight before you. The once empty sky was now covered in brilliant gleaming stars, all feeling as though they were staring right at the two of you, encouragingly. You weren’t sure what they were encouraging, but just the silly thought itself had you laughing softly, your eyes slowly trailing over everything in front of you yet again. If it weren’t for the questioning hum the man had released you may not have even noticed the sturdy arms wrapped loosely around your waist or the cool skin of his cheek now resting on your exposed shoulder. You may not have even taken note of the breath now fanning comfortingly over your own blushing cheek of the look in his eyes as you turned slightly in his arms to get a better view of this new expression.
He took in your overwhelmed face as you tried to form words for the thoughts racing through your mind and he laughed, his head tilted back and chuckles racking his toned chest. You took in the movement behind his green tunic, complimenting his pale skin and you blushed again, turning your face away sharply. He gripped your shoulder with one hand softly, making sure not to startle you, while his other hand outstretched softly to point towards the cushiony grass beside of you. You took the hint and made a move to sit and take in the view before you.
He giggled as he helped move the layers of your dress away so you could sit comfortably before taking his seat beside you. You found yourself becoming encumbered with exhaustion and slowly with the gentle breeze swaying the twinkling lights, you let your head pull to the side to rest easily on his shoulder. He moved slowly as to not jostle you allowing more comfort for your tired form.
“You know, lady. I never caught your name..” He said, a hint of gentle humor lacing his deep baritone.
“I’m sorry..” You hummed out, “I’m y/n. Supposed princess of this kingdom.” You said, your tone sounding harsh even to your own ears. “I’m not sure I’d like to even ask who you are.” You said, laughing to help lighten the mood.
“Hmm.. I don’t think I was ever given a name where I am from.” Your brow furrowed at his response as you moved your head from its resting perch to look up at his questioningly. He laughed again, his body folding as he chuckled at your expression. “A story for another time, y/n.” You accepted his response begrudgingly, distracted by the way your name sounded on his lips.
“So what are you going to do when morning comes, little one?” He said, no malice in his tone. You sighed harshly flopping backwards to lay in the soft grass fully, surrounding yourself in the perfumed scent of the fluttering flowers. He took that as an answer in itself as he watched you, amused.
“You need to go back.” You groaned loudly as these words left his lips and he laughed as he shushed you, pushing you softly causing you to dramatically roll over laying your head on his thigh, a noise of protest leaving your bemused lips. “Let me finish would you!” He continued, annoyance playfully covering the syllables while he ran his fingers gently through your messy hair. You smiled, appeased for a moment while staring longingly towards the stars above. The sky was lightening and you felt your smile slipping at the realization that they would be gone again soon.
He frowned watching your face grow frantic with concern before softly resting his cools fingertips on the bottom of your chin, non-forcefully turning your face in his lap to look at his own passionate expression. He tilted his head to match the angle of your, his silliness making you giggle softly before continuing.
“You may have to go back, but you can always come back here, it’s all for you.” He let his eyes slowly trail over you, landing on your hand twisting anxiously tearing up small strands of the grass without realizing. He slid one of his hands comfortingly down your arm, trailing his fingertips lightly over the back of your hands. It felt as if getting a sunburn, getting too close to the beauty of something terrifying. “Look to the stars, I’ll always be there, watching and waiting.” He finished, his voice getting deeper with each second he stared at your animated expression staring up at him expectantly.
You felt your eyes welling up with tears at the peace being here brought to you, knowing it would be ending soon. You tried forming words, prayers, but your lips were too wobbly and my voice was too weak.
“When will I see you again? Wh-what should I even call you??” You finally managed to squeak out, the thick, hot tears you felt curling down your cheeks didn’t sting nearly as much as the thought of leaving him here, only to return to the torturous duties lined up for you at your home. He smiled sadly at you, blurring your senses with how ethereal he looked. His hands twitched against your wrist as he continued his comforting path, avoiding your eyes as he furrowed his brow in thought. Without thinking, out of desperation for an answer, you swiftly intertwined your own fingers with his, your palms slotting together as if fitting missing puzzle pieces together.
“You’ll see me when you need me.. but I’ll always be there.” You pursed your lips in a pout and he smiled again, taking his hand once tangled in your hair and running it slowly, methodically over your furrowed brow, smoothing the skin there and allowing your features to find solace again. “and why don’t you give me a name that you like, y/n.” He offered, his voice softer than you had heard it before, no amusement, only timid hope.
A name. Something so uniquely human. Something lovingly crafted for an individual. Something that holds meaning and myth. Something totally your own. You frowned in thought for a moment and he watched as your eyes glazed over patiently. Suddenly, you sat up rigidly, turning to face him, leaning closer then you had ever been previously. The sudden movement startled him, causing him to laugh awkwardly, his eyes blown wide while staring at your expectant and excited face.
“I’ve got it! I’m going to call you Felix!” You exclaimed. He furrowed his brow, tilting his head and repeating the syllables slowly, testing the way they tasted on his lips. Then he smiled at you teasingly, taking your breath away briefly. You rushed to find some way to explain yourself before the heat fighting it’s way up your neck found your cheeks. You stared into his eyes determined before explaining. “It means happiness. I found happiness tonight, here with you, when I couldn’t back there. They may not ever make me happy, but I have you. My happiness. My Felix.” You finished, grinning widely, appeased.
His grin couldn’t be contained as he laughed softly at how cute you could be. As he let his grin take over his features he let his eyes drift over your close proximity. His fingers began to unfold from between yours, drifting their way up your wrist, feeling your rushing heart beat. They slowly danced over your shoulder making you shiver slightly, as he noticed his teeth took purchase in his bottom lip, the movement catching your eye. His fingertips barely tickled the skin of your neck, causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. Once his hand pushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear you could hear your own breathing, practically panting at his gentle actions. The longing in your eyes causing his eyes to become hooded with a guarded emotion.
Slowly, his hand found its place on your cheek, his cool palm was in great contrast to your too warm skin. You reveled in the feeling, yearning to remember the way this solace felt in this moment. He smiled softly, a flash of teeth all you could see before he was leaning in tenderly. He allowed you to make the moves on your own as well, only continuing forward when you would and only you were both nearly touching, so close you were breathing the same air, he allowed himself a glance at your pink lips. His tongue darted out to wet his own lips before he pulled back slightly a serious expression on his face.
“Can I?” His voice came out breathy, heavy with something you couldn’t name. You smiled softly, pleased with his ability to ask, always thinking of your feelings first. You couldn’t even resist long enough to answer before you were wrapping some of your fingers around his larger wrist, tangling the others in his too pretty hair, pulling his face towards yours and connecting your lips together passionately.
This kiss was unlike anything you had ever heard of, instead of sparks and passion it was butterflies and subtle hints of laughter you could feel bubbling in your chest. The kiss was lingering and slightly bittersweet. You could taste the saltiness on your lips from your tears mixing with the sweetness of his lips on yours. It was perfectly melancholy and grossly beautiful. Tragedy in the form of serendipity.
As you parted Felix’s hands soothed your cheeks and wiped your tears, a smile playing jokingly on his lips. He poked your nose and leaned forward to kiss your forehead lovingly. You smiled through the onslaught of tears and gasped at the dawning sky above you now. Your eyes frantically searched for stars you knew you wouldn’t be able to see anymore, until they fell on Felix’s sad expression. He tried to smile softly for your sake as he stroked your cheek gently.
He then removed himself from you, before standing and helping you up as well. Once you were both standing, staring at each other with eyes full of unspoken words he breathed in deeply before leaning in to plant another swift, stolen kiss on your lips. You smiled as he pulled away, staring at the way his handsome features curled in amusement at your shocked form. He then, without your noticing, had moved his hand to the back of your head and with a soft mutter of words he knew you wouldn’t understand, you were suddenly unconscious in his arms. He lifted you, bridal style, and began walking back towards the forest where you had first met.
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Once you all were back to the castle, a gentle breeze swaying the curtains, he laid you tenderly on your bed, smoothing your hair out around you and covering you with your own cushion-like blankets.
“Forgive me, princess. I usually would have asked.” He laughed quietly as you stirred in your sleep, as stubborn as you would have been awake. “I won’t be here when you awaken, but I’ll be back for you. You never have to be alone.” He slowly leaned forward, delicately placing a feathery light kiss on your lips. He made his way back to the window, tiptoeing as to not wake you, before turning to get one final glance at you.
“I’ll stay for you, y/n. Always.” He said, the ghost of a smile gracing his lips as a singular tear, the color of moonlight fell from his eye before all that was left in the room was a lonely princess and a gentle, light air dancing through the window like laughter and stolen kisses on a night only two will remember.
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starker reclist - canon based fics
Hi Starker fam! To celebrate my 900 followers I decided to finally start posting my humble and very personal reclist. I’ve been planning to do it for a while now but it got way bigger than I anticipated so I decided to split it in 4 parts and will share the first one today. I’ve been around for less than a year and there’s a lot I haven’t read yet so my plan is to update this list as I go.
Under the cut is part I, solely is dedicated to canon-based fics. I’m a sucker for angst so most of my recs feature guilty!Tony, miscommunication, porn with feels and all that jazz. Hopefully you’ll be able to find something interesting according to your preferences. Oh and don’t forget to leave kudos, comments and spread the love for these authors :) Cheers!
Last updated: 2020/04/18. All new fics added will be marked with ***
• 10 Ways to Woo Your Boo by @darker-soft-starker (NR, 6k, completed)
Summary: By twenty-one Peter Parker had graduated college, scored himself a post-grad job and was a full-fledged member of the Avengers. He had his own apartment, paid his own bills and juggled his time between being a superhero and working enough to cover his rent. So long as Peter was armed with his ID, he was a full-fledged adult in the eyes of the law. Perhaps foolishly, he’d assumed it would make him an adult in the eyes of everybody else too. Keen to be seen as worthy of Tony's heart, Peter enlists the help of his friends and the internet in courting his former mentor.
Review: We all love Ash’s fantastic AUs but this lovely canon-based fic may be one of my favorite works by her. I will never know how she manages the fine balance between angst, humor and romance, I just know it hits me good and takes my breath away. Oblivious!Tony and Peter being a bisexual disaster at wooing, what do you mean this wasn’t in the movies? Sounds canon to me.
• 100-Point Restoration by Destina (T, 8k, completed)
Summary: Tony needs a happiness upgrade; Peter wants Tony. These goals might be compatible. (This story is set roughly five years post-Homecoming).
Review: I just realized this was the first Starker fic I’ve read, and it was back in 2017! I didn’t ship Starker at the time but this author must have done something right because for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes away. This fic is gorgeous. Tony’s voice is amazing, his dynamics with Peter are spot-on and organic - but nothing’s better than watching their feelings unfold, like a soft and warm humming just awaiting for disclosure.
• adult supervision by doveslayer (M, 20k, on hiatus)
Summary: Peter Parker should not keep drunk-dialing Tony Stark after midnight. But more pressingly, Tony Stark should not keep answering. In which Tony tries to convince himself he's doing nothing wrong. warning: underage!Peter tho pretty vanilla imo
Review: My favorite “everything is happening while nothing is happening” fic. Their voices are spot on, the dialogues are clever, and you can almost touch the tension with your fingertips. It’s been a year since the last update but even if this fic never gets finished I promise the read will have been worthy!
• Attached by @paspleurer (E, 7k, completed)
Summary: Tony gets it, he really does. As far as rebounds go, sleeping with your childhood hero isn't half bad. And if what Peter wants is this— just sex, with no strings attached— then Tony will give him this.
Review: Pleurer and Learned Foot have seduced me with the rebound trope. This is a lovely Tony POV with the good old pining + miscommunication combo, plus enthusiastic sex and sweet domesticity. What else could I ask for?
• Covet by RTC anonymous (E, 34k, completed)
Summary: Peter has a new boyfriend. Tony starts drinking again, for unrelated reasons.
Review: I read this fic when I was still warily lurking around the Starker fandom and it blew me away. The sexual tension is so palpable you can almost taste it. There is jealous, guity Tony failing at mentoring and a vulnerable, smitten Peter Parker trying to make sense out of it. RTC anon is a religion.
• Ephemeron by @ramblings-from-elsinore (E)
Summary: "Being around Ned, Peter's reminded how out of place he is. For Ned, the second ever appearance of aliens over Manhattan is the stuff of excited hallway chatter, of where were you when—? Ned’s world wasn’t blown apart and stitched back together. Because Ned doesn’t remember. No one does, except the ones who were there, who fought." AKA, "Tony's relationship with Peter may be unconventional, but they’re unconventional people who have had some pretty fucking unconventional experiences." In which Tony can't stop touching Peter to make sure he's real, and Peter dreams of being in Tony's arms and not disappearing.
Review: I started reading this fic before I joined the fandom and man, what a way to get pulled into this ship. Brace yourself for hardcore guilty!Tony being all over the place plus unhealthy codependency and touch deprivation, all the good things. Reading this is a spiritual experience but fair warning: this is not a happy story, at least not for a long while, so please mind the tags.
• Expiration Date by @learned-foot (E, 12k, completed)
Summary: Tony knows exactly what this is. First big breakup, go for a fling with a completely inappropriate person. It’s basically a cliché. He kind of thought Peter was better than that, but apparently being brilliant and one of the bravest people on the face of the planet doesn’t mean he’s immune from being a stupid college student who makes stupid college student mistakes. AKA Tony is sure this is just a fling, and he deals with that about as well as you’d expect.
Review: Ahh my beloved rebound trope and my first rec (out of many) by LF! Between a pining, insecure Tony making all the wrong decisions and a young and confident Peter unwilling to let him go, this fic makes your heart ache in the best ways. Good thing LF only works with happy endings!
• From Thy Bounty by @ibby-writes and feyrelay (E, 31k, completed)
Summary: Tony’s eyes are always dark, but now there's almost no iris left. He looks hollowed out. There’s something terribly hungry there, despite the feast they've filled themselves on.
Review: I’ve lost count of how many times I reread this insanely hot and ridiculously well written fic. Besides the A+++ characterization, there is delicious food porn foreplay followed by a breathtaking cat and mouse game that culminates with no less than 13.5k of intense and unapologetic sex with feels, my favorite kind. Enjoy the meal! ;D
***Gift of Choice by tuesday (E, 12k, completed)
Summary: Tony Stark had a thing about giving Peter stuff.
Review: This is my favorite fic by tuesday and the PERFECT rendition of our beloved sugar daddy trope. Great pacing, amazing dialogues and a breathtaking build up that makes you both smile and sweat in anticipation. They’re so in love I almost can’t handle when they finally get together. Sexy, hot and very sweet.
• here is my hand, my heart by belatrix (E, 16k, completed)
Summary: Mostly, Tony had tried not to look. He still does. Try, that is. It’s just― it’s getting a little bit harder every day.
Review: I have a HUGE soft spot for this beautiful masterpiece, because it was the fic that finally made me join the Starker fandom. I’ve reread it so many times and it never fails to amaze me. Through an atmospheric non-linear narrative, this shows a guilt-ridden Tony Stark trying and failing to resist one determined Peter Parker who won’t take bullshit for an answer. Hot, and angsty, and breathtaking.
• I know that you got Daddy Issues (And I do too) by feyrelay (E)
Summary: The one where Peter’s blue balls save the world. Because, yeah? That meandering, blooming thing between him and Mr. Stark? That relationship that continues to be maddeningly legal, platonic, and above-board, but still somehow haunts Peter’s wildest wet-dreams? That might just be the key to Strange’s endgame.
Review: This fic is a love letter to those who appreciate an angsty and nuanced slow burn like me. Possibly the best character study I’ve ever read combined with a clever, well researched and intricated plot. Reading this will make you fall even more in love with Tony and Peter as individuals, before wanting them to be better together. Make sure to also check all related fics under the tag DIEU (Daddy Issues Extended Universe) - the Starker verse we fucking deserve.
• if I am the river, you are the ocean by sadonsundays (E, 7k, completed)
Summary: The one where Tony can't sleep and Peter can't stop his hands from shaking.
Review: This is a gorgeous recovery fic, painful and heartbreaking, yes, but still very gentle as Tony and Peter’s relationship quietly unfolds. Pepper is an absolute treat which was refreshing to me. I just love the quiet and angsty undertone that guides their journey until they finally find home in each other.
if you’d grant my love a pardon by belatrix (M, 2.5k, completed)
Summary: The first time, it goes something like this: “No,” Tony says, but it’s tired, half-hearted, not quite a denial.
Review: One of the reasons why I love this ship is that there’s always room for angst, even when they’re already together. This lovely yet heartbreaking fic mirrors Tony’s fragile heart as he realizes that as much as he should, he just can’t let go of Peter, not quite yet. Belatrix writes guilty!Tony’s headspace like nobody else and I just can’t recommend her writing enough.
• in the light of a dying star by @areiton (M, 6k, completed) fix-it
Summary: Extremis isn't a guarantee. That's what Pepper told him, as they took him off the bloody, dusty field. It was just a chance. A desperate gamble.
Review: I’m so glad I read this right after Endgame because this is the fix-it Tony and we all deserved, this fic is so comforting and beautiful. I really love the quiet, ethereal atmosphere and how it shapes our perception of time and character development. Peter is beautifully written and their get together made my heart ache in peace.
• In the Morning by @cagestark (M, 6k, completed)
Summary: Peter's pretty stressed. He isn't understanding physics despite all the extra time he is spending with Bruce. And underneath it all, something is wrong with Mr. Stark.
Review: Heart wrenching and painfully honest fic, where Tony is a jealous mess and Peter is his usual earnest, sweet and good self. They meet in the middle, and it’s quiet, beautiful and sad.
• Kiss Me by @ironspi
Summary: Five times Peter and Tony almost kiss and one time they did.
Review: This fic was such a lovely surprise! It begins unpretentious and it builds up to quality pining and unresolved sexual tension. Chapter 4 is particularly awesome, so charged and intimate. Kudos to the author for exploring Peter taking the lead and making Tony melt in his arms.
• Landslide by spqr (M, 8k, completed) fix-it
Summary: Peter jumps into the quantum realm with his heart in his throat. He steps out in 2018, on the edge of a lake he still has nightmares about. A hundred yards away over the water, the lights in the lakehouse are on.
Review: Morally ambiguous characters + angsty time travel? Count me in. This fic has a very interesting (and darker) take on Peter post-Thanos, in his raw and desperate grief over Tony. Bonus points for amazing dialogues and a fix-it plot so clever and believable I’m surprised I didn’t see it on screen.
• lean on me now by @areiton (G, 9k, on hiatus)
Summary: He’s so tired, and he hurts, the kind of screaming pain he’s struggling to ignore now, and he wants to go home. But he can do this. He can sit and watch, and keep them safe. A wry smile tugs at his lips because he knows how ridiculous that sounds--a kid keeping Avengers safe.
Review: One of the best canon divergence fics I’ve ever read. It’s quiet, angsty and Peter’s voice is simply amazing. My heart breaks for Tony, but I’m so here for Peter & Rhodey’s brOTP, the fandom deserves more of it.
• noticing by @areiton (NR, 2k, completed)
Summary: “You deserve to be happy,” Rhodey tells Tony once, when Tony is drinking and conflicted and Peter is sleeping unaware on the couch. Tony watches him, eyes bright.
Review: How could I ever resist seeing Tony and Peter’s relationship development through Rhodey’s protective and thoughtful gaze? Any Tony stan should read this fic because this is the kind of love, friendship and support he deserves. Reading this put my mind at rest, knowing Tony’s cared for, and safe.
• Obvious by @learned-foot (M, 14k, completed)
Summary: When Peter wakes up, several things become very clear all at once: he’s underground somewhere unpleasant, something is messing with his powers, and his entire body hurts. A lot.
Review: WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP *victory dance* god this one is brutal, but we can trust LF to bring on full angst with an intriguing plot and A+++ characterization. I’m so here for protective!Tony doing whatever it takes to keep Peter safe, including all the confusion and heartbreak his problematic decisions may bring.
• Permission by @cagestark (E, 16k, completed)
Summary: During drinks with the Avengers, Peter admits that he enjoys orgasms more when someone is giving him permission, though since he's single, there isn't anyone in his life to offer it. Generous Tony offers to offer it.
Review: This fic is unique and so very hot, but don’t let the smutty summary fool you. There is also tenderness and FEELS in capital letters. Despite their arrangement, pining!Tony is so vulnerable and so completely in love with Peter it kinda breaks my heart a little, but thankfully Cage is a big fan of happy endings like me, so we’re all safe in her hands.
***Post-Endgame NYE by @darker-soft-starker (M, completed)
Summary: Five years after the events of endgame Tony is resurrected. Months after that, he's still trying to find equilibrium
Review: Hands down the loveliest ‘flirting on a bench’ I’ve ever seen, and my top favorite NYE Starker fic. I love to see Tony facing an existential crisis while he navigates his new life post-resurrection, including the violent realization of ‘oh no, Peter’s an attractive adult now’. Gentle and gorgeous get together, kudos at Morgan for being a little devil and playing matchmaking.
• Proxy by @cagestark (E, 11k, completed)
Summary: Peter wants to know if Mr. Stark knows, like, anybody who’d be willing to make out with him. Things escalate from there.
Review: I have such a big soft spot for this fic because “by proxy” is one of my favorite tropes and Cage explored it masterfully. Again, this is pining!Tony at his best and Cage just has this ability to transform what once started as a sexy little thing into this soft and gentle love story, the kind that gives you butterflies in the stomach.
• Radar by @intoxicatelou (M)
Summary: Peter could say that he’s officially approached desperation, but he wants this, wants Tony, and he’s willing to do everything it takes. Or the one in which Peter tries to become Tony's celebrity crush from 2009 in order to seduce him.
Review: This is one of my favorites self-indulgent fics, I just can’t resist the good old “Peter’s seduction handbook” trope and intoxicatelou delivers it beautifully. This story is sweet, super fun and relatable af. There’s A+ pining, Peter being a bisexual disaster and MJ being the queen we all stan, shocking absolutely no one.
• Revelations by RTC anonymous (E, 127k, completed)
Summary: “I still don’t get it,” Ned says. “How you just... keep being ordinary in spite of all the craziness you’ve lived through. You were in space. You helped Iron Man save the universe. And nobody knows it was you.” His tone softens, becomes almost sad. As though he realizes that what he’s saying is so completely alien to him that he will never be able to understand this part of Peter’s life. “Peter, don’t you want people to know you for who you are?” An AU where they get the Gauntlet off of Thanos that first time, on Titan.
Review: I feel like I don’t need to justify this choice – almost everyone in the fandom has either heard of or read this masterpiece, it’s safe to say this fic is part of the Starker Training Wheels Protocol lol. If you have just arrived or is just exploring the fandom and enjoys slow burns I suggest you start right hee because it doesn’t get any better than this. There’s A+++ characterization, breathtaking pining, insane sexual tension and a very satisfying ending if I may say so. Definitely among my top 3 Starker fics. RTC anon, wherever you are, please know you are loved and appreciated. I’ll literally build an altar for you.
• Reversal by @learned-foot (E, 4k, completed)
Summary: Sometimes, Tony is the one who needs to be praised.
Review: For once Peter makes Tony just lie down and take 😊 the fucking 😊 praise 😊. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this fic all my life. This is the praise kink Tony (and we all) deserve, genuine, gentle and powerful. If you’re a big sap for their love like I am, you’re in for an emotional ride because this is overwhelmingly sweet to the point it brings tears to your eyes. LF is such a gift to this fandom.
• Settling by @cagestark (E, 5k, completed)
Summary: Peter really wants to be taller than Tony. Heels help.
Review: One of my favorites by Cage, I still remember how happy and giggly I felt when I first read it. There is A+++ characterization, amazing dialogue, Avengers domesticity, praise kink, the hottest blow job and my favorite Starker first kiss. Oh, did I mention Peter in heels and Tony loving every moment of it? You’re welcome :D
• Stipulations by RTC anonymous (E, 70k, completed)
Summary: Peter Parker’s long term dream recently went from ‘get into MIT’ to ‘afford going to MIT’. As the time approaches, it’s dawning on him that he won’t be able to pay his tuition and afford the move to Cambridge all at once: he’s out of money, his secrets are beginning to pile up, and desperation has started creeping in... And then one night, he saves Tony Stark’s life.
Review: Another fandom classic by our irreplaceable RTC anon, this fic is SO GOOD I keep coming back to it and just recently I realized I’ve built all my personal Starker headcanons out of it, lol. A+++ characterization and hot, delicious pining is a given with this author, but I’m really here for that senses-dialed-to-11 trope, and RTC delivers it masterfully.
• subtle by @areiton (T, 1k, completed)
Summary: Peter is not subtle. He wears his emotion, his excitement, like a flag waved bright red and teasing for a bull—impossible to go unnoticed, impossible to ignore. It’s adorable and it’s Peter, and it’s—in hindsight—why Tony misses the context clues.
Review: This fic is like reading poetry, a balm to the heart. Peter wears Tony’s colors and by the time Tony finally gets the context clues they fall together in the gentlest, softest way.
• Take it slow by tuesday (E, 13k, completed)
Summary: There were a ton of reasons dating Peter was a bad idea. Tony loved bad ideas. He was going to do it anyway. In which Tony thinks they're dating, and then they're dating undercover.
Review: This fic is so endearing it’s basically impossible not to cheer for these two, despite their usual infuriating communication issues, lol. But I promise all the angst and wait are worth it, because there’s nothing more satisfying than seeing how they (finally!) get to be on the same page.
• the record spins on the trails we blaze by @darker-soft-starker (NR, 5k, completed)
Summary: Years after the events of Homecoming, Peter thought all of the bad memories were well and truly behind him. After all, so much has happened since then - and he's happy now. Everything is kinda perfect.Turns out nothing stays buried.
Review: Hell yes! I agree HoCo’s events were particularly traumatizing and this trope is not as explored as it should be. To put it simply, this fic is something I didn’t know that I needed and Ash delivered it beautifully. It’s incredibly gentle, cathartic and honest, not to mention the lovely domesticity and understanding between the characters that will make your heart swell.
• Under Someone Else by @learned-foot (M, 7k, completed)
Summary: Peter realizes he’s just a rebound. And he’s okay with that, really. Or at least, that’s what he keeps telling himself.
Review: FEELS, FEELS EVERYWHERE. It’s so hard to choose a favorite fic by LF but this is the first that comes to mind because it introduced me to the amazing rebound trope. It’s so refreshing to see this ship’s potential for angst and miscommunication playing into the “fuck first, talk later” scenario. Warning for vulnerable boys being idiots and breaking our hearts but P.P.P.S they do eventually get their shit together and it’s glorious!
• Up for Anything by tuesday (E, 8k, completed)
Summary: When it came to Tony Stark, Peter would take what he could get. In which Peter believes he's just a rebound. (Not Endgame compliant.)
Review: Of course there’s yet another gorgeous rebound rec because I can’t get enough of this trope. Honestly, LF and Tuesday writing for each other have provided some of the best fics this fandom has, God bless them. This is another treat featuring pining!Peter and the usual “I can’t communicate properly how much I fucking love you”, but there’s also bantering, delicious dirty talk and so much affection that you’ll read it all with the biggest smile on your face.
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The Mistakes of Grief (part 1) Theseus Scamander x Reader
A/N: Not requested but just a little idea I had for my man Theseus. This only loosely follows the plot of FB:CoG so please don't come after me because of inaccuracies. This is my own AU version. This story will be predominantly fluff, perhaps a few heated moments in certain parts, but nothing explicit. If you’d like to be tagged in upcoming parts just drop me a message/ask!
Word count: 3966
Synopsis: You’ve allowed yourself to be roped into Grindelwald’s inner circle, fighting for your own cause whilst trying to also cope with the recent, muggle-related death of your brother. At the Parisian rally held beneath the Lestrange Mausoleum, you’re reunited with an old acquaintance from school. Theseus Scamander.
Warnings: Bits of fluff, hella angsty moments, a bit of violence.
Part 2
As the last of the preparations were being made by Grindelwald’s lackeys, you sank further into the uncomfortable high-backed armchair and closed your eyes momentarily, trying to calm the nerves inside you, writhing like a pit of Flobberworms.
The thought of Flobberworms slithering in your stomach made you gip a little and you had to banish the vile thought from your mind before you vomited the contents of your stomach all over the carpet. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation of having Grindelwald and his main group of followers see you deposit your guts on the floor in front of them.
It was beginning to turn to night outside, you noticed the dusky orange sky was growing less vibrant as the minutes passed and just a couple of the brightest stars began to appear above the city.
Although you had never been before, and had seen very little of it so far, you found Paris a beautiful city and knew that you wished to return some day.
Perhaps when the battle was won, and Grindelwald had finally accomplished the task he had set out to achieve, you could come back a free woman, with the knowledge that you could walk down those streets and not have the urge to look over your shoulder every few seconds.
There was a knock at the door, a small and timid one. The hushed conversation between a man, an American who you knew to be named Abernathy, and a woman who you remembered was named Carrow, ceased.
The door opened as all the present members in the room looked at who it was that had announced their presence.
Krall.
A quiet and sulky man, who seemed to waver on where his loyalty lay frequently, never really being able to convince the other members that he was truly devoted to Grindelwald’s cause.
Not that you could be one to talk about loyalty. You still weren’t entirely sure what you were doing here, why you had agreed in the first place. How you had been so easily attracted to the beautiful Vinda Rosier’s offer when she had appeared to you merely days ago.
Rosier was currently with Grindelwald elsewhere, but would be arriving imminently with their leader to prepare to head for the rally.
It was a rally, that much was true, however there was also a carefully poised trap prepared in the shadows of his scheme. Grindelwald was after a boy, having barely even hit adulthood by the sound of it, who was extremely crucial to make sure their goal was successful. Although you didn’t know exactly what was so special about this boy, you knew he must be frightened and in pain from what Grindelwald had vaguely told you about New York.
MACUSA, which you knew was something like the American’s version of the Ministry of Magic, had attacked and unsuccessfully tried to annihilate a young boy for the simple reason of being unable to control his power and, having suppressed it for so many years, had allowed it to manifest into an Obscurial. Grindelwald had told you about how they cared more about the Muggles, or No-Majs, than one of their own kind and were more concerned for the protection of the Muggles.
This had made the blood in your veins run cold with horror and anger.
So now here you sat, waiting anxiously for your divergent leader to arrive, to give the word so you could all Apparate to the rally spot.
As if your thoughts had been heard, the door opened again, this time with no knock or introduction, not that it was needed. The atmosphere of the room seemed to change instantaneously as you and the other people sat down, arose to greet the man himself.
He sauntered in like a man who had nothing to fear, observing each person intensely with his heavy-set, yet enchantingly unique eyes. His gaze finally met yours and a shot of ice ran down your spine, the brief interaction you had made you feel like you just stared into the future itself and had seen horrors what could not be true, all captured in those eyes of his.
He stood at one end of the room and Rosier, having slunk in after him, positioned herself by his side, like a Matagot awaiting her master’s order to pounce.
Raising his arms in a fashion that made him look like he was almost inviting you for a hug, he opened his mouth,
“Friends, the time has come. You know your positions and understand that this will surely not be any simple task. Not at all. This is it my beautiful, little warriors. Here you stand, poised to fight for your lives and what you believe in. Willing to follow me into the future, no questions asked, just pure…loyalty.”
At that last word, Grindelwald locked eyes with Krall, a glint of something not quite sincere shining for a brief second in the smile he flashed. You could hear Krall audibly gulp beside you and knew that he had felt the same sensation you had when Grindelwald had first looked at you upon entering.
“This evening is what will spark the fire of our desires, our one, true goal,” He preached, “All of your wishes, your wants…your needs, are to be ignited.”
The room’s atmosphere felt heavy on your chest, and you could taste the thirsty ambition that was tangible from every person in the room.
“Let us go.” Grindelwald finished, sensing his comrades itching desire to set off for the rally.
“There are Aurors among us.” Grindelwald announced.
You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped from your lips as you stood high above the gathered audience at the top of the stone bleachers, leant against one of the many statues encircling the small arena-esque room. Your eyes shifted frantically across the grand space below you, searching for anyone suspicious, anyone who didn’t look like they were bewitched in Grindelwald’s entrancing speech. Your eyes came to rest on one man in particular and you held your breath as you prayed to God it wasn’t who you thought it was.
Theseus Scamander.
You removed yourself from your original spot and moved into the shadows, keeping a watchful eye on the man and his entourage. Another male came and stood next to him, their resemblance very uncanny, a sinking feeling in your stomach growing by the second.
This was Newt Scamander. Magizoologist, who recently went away on private business in America, and was also Theseus’ younger brother. He was around seven years younger than you, so you had never had the chance to encounter him in school, however Theseus had only been two years above you at Hogwarts. You couldn’t deny that you remembered him all too well.
Just looking at him brought back a lot of memories, some you didn’t even know you still had. Those seven years of your life had been kept locked away in your mind for a while now. Since the war had begun. All the happier memories had grown dusty, replaced by those injected with fear and anxiety.
You knew Theseus had been there, just like Mallory, fighting for and against muggles and wizards alike. He looked older, but not old. All grown up, yet still he hadn’t lost those boyish, charming looks.
Your mind was now whirring at a million paces, all those old memories creeping out of their locked boxes, flooding your head. But it wasn’t bad memories that came forward, it wasn’t the nightmares, these were happy times, playing like a film reel in your head.
“Look it’s Theseus, he’s going to practice his charms again! Come on, don’t you want to go and watch?” Your best friend gushed, seeming infatuated with the fourth-year Hufflepuff.
You looked up from your copy of yesterday’s Daily Prophet, as delivered by your father. It obviously contained something of interest to you or else he wouldn’t have bothered. The two of you were sat outside, in the Clock Tower Courtyard, by the little fountain feature. You were resting against one of the stone pillars whilst your friend sat on the edge of the little pond, running her fingertips through the cool water absent-mindedly.
You watched the mouse brown curls on top of Theseus’ head flutter softly as he strode through the courtyard with confidence and purpose. He had an apple in hand and a spell book in the other, his wand poking out the pocket of his school trousers. He was frightfully tall for a fifteen-year-old, already a good head above the majority of the boys in school, even the older ones.
His brow was furrowed as he walked, obviously something occupying his mind, until he felt the pairs of eyes on him and turned his head to look over at the two of you. Your best friend couldn’t control the giggle that erupted from her mouth, hiding her face behind her hair. You simply tilted your head slightly, as though pondering on something, and continued to keep eye contact with Theseus. Because of this, it caused him to stumble slightly on the uneven cobbles as his attention was now focused on you rather than watching where he was going. This little slip-up caused you to smile as his face turned a visible shade of tomato-red, even from this distance. He cast you another glance, a lopsided, half-embarrassed grin on his face, before leaving the courtyard.
You’d thought about that smile a lot after that day.
It was the sound of a body hitting the floor that snapped you back to reality, where it was then you realised Theseus and his brother had vanished from their spot. You searched frantically in the crowds for a familiar face among the people that had begun to shift and move, a fearful murmur rising in the room. You spotted Newt, the youngest of the two, his eyes wide in horror and shock as he, and everyone else it seemed, stared at the body of a young woman and a man with his wand drawn and pointing at her.
An Auror.
You gasped, momentarily forgetting your search for the eldest Scamander, stepping forward out of your shadowed hiding spot and heading down the stairs steadily, careful not to startle anyone else, should they be as easily spooked and decide to attack you. You’re mindful to not show as much of your face as possible, should any of these people recognise who you were. As you close in, heading towards Grindelwald, he senses your presence and casts you a glance, one that freezes you in your tracks. It’s a warning look. One that tells you to stay out of it. You hesitate but ultimately obey his silent order as he makes his way towards the unfortunate witch, her auburn hair slightly tousled from the fall.
You keep your eyes on Newt and his friend, a dark-haired female who looked every bit the part of an Auror. You tried counting the number of Aurors who stood around, most too shocked or hesitant to move from their current spots, understanding that the situation had changed entirely. They definitely did not have the upper hand here anymore.
There’s a shuffle of movement from behind and you whip round swiftly, directing your gaze to the head of the stairs that you had descended from, to see none other than Theseus with his wand drawn and an expression on his face that you could only describe as horror.
It feels like all the air in your lungs has been knocked out of you in one swift go, leaving you short for breath. As he stands there, seemingly frozen to the spot like you currently are, Theseus continues to silently absorb the information that is no doubt reeling through his brain. His achingly handsome face is set so sombre, it’s like it’s been carved from the finest marble.
Once again, unable to stop this sudden memory vomit inside your mind, a newly painted picture appeared in your mind, taking you back to another memory of Hogwarts.
You watched as the last first-year hopped off the stool, the Sorting Hat being placed back down to sit rather diligently on the seat. The young boy practically skipped towards the Hufflepuff table. Not very many Ravenclaws this year you noticed, but still, the new students were by far some of the sharpest little whippersnappers you’d seen. You were now a fifth-year, so the chance of you having time to get to know them was unlikely, with this year being all about focusing on your O.W.L.s.
You smiled at the sight of the child plonking himself down at the end of the Hufflepuff table, shaking hands with some of the second-years who were sat closest. Your best friend took this opportunity to nudge your arm, before jabbing you with her fork when you didn’t respond straight away. You whipped your head around to face her, scowling as you rubbed the now sore spot on your bicep.
“Ow?!” You hissed, only she wasn’t listening to your protesting. Instead, she was inclining her head for you to look over somewhere else, trying to make it subtle about where she was gesturing. You followed her gaze and noticed a pair of familiar eyes gazing across the room at you. Raising an eyebrow, you watched Theseus Scamander snap out of his little daydream and come to realise he was blatantly staring at you. Just like that time in the courtyard, his face turned a deep red shade. You had to clamp your teeth down on your bottom lip to stop from bursting out with laughter and interrupting the Headmaster’s speech. Theseus simply picked up his carefully folded napkin and buried his face in it masking his embarrassment, whilst also earning a few funny looks from the surrounding seventh-year Hufflepuffs.
This was different, there was no blushing, nothing kind about the look in his eyes, only sadness and…regret.
Suddenly, there are people Disapparating left, right and centre, the listeners of Grindelwald’s speech now taking off by his command. You turn to watch as all present Aurors begin to move into position and you notice them starting to converge on the man stood in the middle. There’s a sound behind you and you know that Theseus has Disapparated out of sight once more. The idea of losing him made your skin itch with irritation, you wanted to go up to him and tell him that it wasn’t what it looked like.
You were here for Mallory’s sake.
You watch as, with very little difficulty, a jet of harsh blue fire is produced from the tip of Grindelwald’s wand, creating a ring around himself. It jumps and lashes out, as though it were alive, trying to attack anyone who got too close. The room was quickly clearing out, and you watched Carrow step forward boldly to join her leader, no hesitation as she stepped through the flames as though they were nothing but a mere brush of warm wind grazing her skin. She stopped in front of him with a smile of wicked intent, before disapparating. Rosier, who was inside the circle already, found you easily in the cleared-out room, flashing you a corrupted smile, one that told you she knew something.
One by one, his most loyal followers stepped through, proving their allegiance, before they vanished. You realised the fire’s intention soon enough when you watched as Krall tried to make it through the fire, but perished with a gut-wrenching scream, burning away to nothing.
You realised that eventually you would be the only one left, the only one who would need to walk through the fire. You just weren’t sure if you would survive.
Across the room you heard a scream and your attention was drawn to a fair-haired woman facing a man who looked like his heart was shattering right before him. Although you couldn’t hear what the man was saying, the slight shake of his head gave you an idea of what was happening.
The woman turned, her shoulders dropping in defeat, the tears threatening to fall glistened from the light of the blue flames as she stepped into their enveloping tendrils. Her face contorted with pain, you thought for one horrible moment that she was about to perish the same fate as Krall. But she persevered, and with one last emotional push she cleared the wall of fire, emerging unscathed inside the circle. Then she was gone.
That was when Grindelwald unleashed hell.
As though he were orchestrating a piece of music, he moved to the fire’s movements, letting it wreak havoc on the Aurors. Killing, lashing out, burning them to nothing. You watched as it spared no one, even those that tried to escape it were caught. A tendril of fire came a bit too close for your liking and, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, you apparated to the top of the small theatre, praying that it wasn’t about to come after you. Who knew if it would hurt you or not?
An Auror, who had managed to escape up the stairs, spotted you taking cover behind a statue and drew his wand. But you were quicker, shouting a quick “Immobulus!”, in order to stop him from performing whatever hex or curse he would have cast on you.
You’d only intended to hold him there for a few seconds, so you could get away, but at that moment the blue flames lunged forward and engulfed the space in front of you, taking the Auror with it.
You gasped, falling onto your back as the flames spread above you like a hot, blue blanket, reaching out for another unfortunate soul to claim. When it had passed over, you got to your feet and reassessed the situation below.
The number of Aurors had nearly halved now, although to your relief Newt was still running about, deflecting rouge tendrils of fire that sought out to attack him. No sign of Theseus.
You had to do something, whether it was to attempt to enter the circle or to fend off the remaining Aurors.
Mind made up, you ran down the steps, ready to deflect more of the Aurors who were doing their best to penetrate the thick flames with any kind of spell or charm they could think of. Nothing was working.
As you neared the blue circle, the heat of the flames touching your cheeks, a small explosion to your right, a few feet away, knocked you off your feet, throwing you back against the stone steps. For a moment, the impact of your head lashing against the stone filled you with nausea, and you had to swallow down the urge to heave under the intense pain. Your vision is spinning like crazy, the disorientation preventing you from standing back up. Scanning the chaos around you shakily, you look for the caster of the Bombarda charm, recognising that style of controlled explosion.
There’re footsteps from behind you that are growing louder, the sound of someone heading straight for you.
Crawling forward on your stomach, you reach for your wand which is just a few feet away from you, having flew out of your hand when you were hit by the explosion. The footsteps are almost by your head when you roll onto your back and shout the first offensive spell that comes to mind.
“Everte Statum!” You screamed, partially due to the pain rippling through your wrist as you flicked your wand at the person stood over you.
You send Theseus flying with the simple spell, much to your horror, until his body hits the ground. He crumples to the floor, severely winded and stunned, allowing you a few seconds to stand to your feet. You take the time to check your wrist, which you know is definitely sprained after testing it warily.
It’s not long before he’s upright and standing once more, clutching his ribs and gritting his teeth in pain as he looks across the room at you, at the fierce glint in your eyes, a look of determination and resistance but behind them, remorse. Its then he realises that you don’t want to hurt him, that you won’t kill him.
You can’t let him get close to the fire, to put his life at risk. You may be currently siding with Grindelwald, but that doesn’t change the fact that the man in front of you, is someone you care about.
Raising your wand with your injured hand, you ready yourself for a duel.
Theseus clenches his jaw as he lifts his wand in retaliation, praying to God that when all of this is over, he’d still be alive to talk to you.
The grip on your wand is so tight the wood groans under the pressure as you decide to make the first move, starting off on the offense.
“Stupefy!” You cry, despite already knowing that Theseus will block it and sure enough he does with very little effort. But you’re quick to retaliate, throwing the Knockback Jinx at him, which he yet again deflects, slowly closing the distance between you.
You keep throwing stunning charms, disarming charms and even the odd minor jinx. You don’t want to cause any real damage, you only want to keep him away. But his defence is relentless, and the gap continues to decrease between you both.
By the time he’s only a metre away from you, close enough to see the hot blue fire reflecting in his eyes, you know that it’s time to switch to defence. Just as you’re about to cast Aguamenti in hopes of a brief distraction, you see a very deathly ball of blue fire shooting out of the circle, Grindelwald’s control seeming to guide it to find a home in the chest of the nearest enemy.
That enemy being Theseus.
Lunging forward, you grab his shirt and Disapparate you both.
Theseus covered his face as he collided sharply with a wall, his shoulder making a sickening crunch. He had fought and struggled to have you let go of him mid-escape and when his shirt fabric finally slipped out your grasp, he went flying into the concrete.
You had Apparated beside him instantly, mortified at having flung him across the room when you had been trying to save him. You were going to check on him, however he didn’t allow himself any time to recover, flinging a quick stunning charm at you, which threw you back onto the hard, cold floor. For a few moments, everything went dark, before you were snapped back into reality, brought back to consciousness quickly by a Reviving spell.
Opening your eyes, you saw Theseus crouched over you, his carefully styled curls having become dishevelled in the fight. A few stray ringlets had fallen forward and now tickled his forehead. His eyebrow had a nasty gash across it, and his bottom lip was bust up pretty bad too. For a moment you just examined his face, taking in all the little things that had changed about him. The blue glow that shone on his face highlighted the smattering of freckles that had remained from when he was a child, those unfairly beautiful eyes that burnt brighter than any fire ever could, glimmering with the same sadness that you could feel deep down.
For the first time in years, since you’d last seen him in Hogwarts, Theseus opened his mouth and finally spoke.
“Why did it have to be you?” He agonised, his husky voice laced with pain. Whether physical or emotional, you could not tell. You were taken aback momentarily at just how different he sounded.
His question however, snapped you back into reality, your heart shattering as you answered him.
“They killed him.” You wept.
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Week 29 Roundup! THIS IS OUR LAST ROUNDUP BEFORE THE OFFICIAL END OF THIS ROUND! Our next and very last roundup for Round Two will be put out on September 2nd, when the event has officially concluded. As we reach the end, there are a LOT of fills being posted, so make sure to read through and take a look at what all our glorious creators have been up to!
Title: Explaining Graphically
Collaborator: katling
Link: AO3
Square Filled: R1 - comics
Ship: none
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: not Team Cap friendly
Summary: Tony is sent a bunch of comics, ostensibly from a fan. The comics are not what they seem but the outside impression is very valuable.
Word Count: 878
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Title: Abandonment
Collaborator: katling
Link: AO3
Square Filled: A2 - AU: Adventurers/Explorers
Ship: none
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: not Steve friendly, darkish Tony
Summary: Steve Rogers is the leader of a team of adventurers. When they're hired by Tony Stark to find an ancient temple, he thinks it'll be an easy job for good money. Instead, some old chickens come home to roost.
Word Count: 2303
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Title: i wanted you to be better
Collaborator: cvdmus
Link: AO3
Square Filled: R2 - A Battle / Fight / Confrontation
Ship: Peter & Tony
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: post-Endgame, fixit of sorts, hurt Peter
Summary: Peter takes the gauntlet from Tony before he could snap. He has a healing factor, so why let Tony Stark die?
Word Count: 3168
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Title: Between What is Said and Not Meant
Collaborator: deathofthestars
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S1 - Miscommunication
Ship: Stuckony
Rating: Explicit
Major Tags: explicit sexual content, Winter Soldier programming, accidental voyeurism
Summary: Tony has a bad habit of not sleeping for far longer than he should when one of his lovers is on a mission. Over the years Steve has developed a particular way of dealing with the problem. While adjusting to their new relationship, Bucky stubles upon them in the act. When Steve asks Bucky to look after thier other lover while he's on a mission, some issues occur.
Word Count: 3139
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Title: Try to Remember
Collaborator: 27dragons, tisfan
Link: AO3
Square Filled: R3 - Music
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Explicit
Major Tags: no powers AU, enemies to lovers, neighbors
Summary: Bucky was one of the best violinists in the country -- perhaps in the world -- until the accident that took his arm six months ago. All he wants now is to settle into his new apartment and try to recover even a fraction of his ability with the new prosthetic that he hates almost as much as he appreciates. Tony moved out of his parents' home to get away from their memories and so he wouldn't have to endure quite so many of Obie's bracing pep talks. Tony just wants to get drunk, get laid, and get his invention on. Unfortunately, his new downstairs neighbor seems to feel obliged to practice his music at some ungodly hour of the morning.
Word Count: 3599
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Title: Rebelmeg Drabbles - Chapter 3: Partners
Collaborator: rebelmeg
Link: AO3
Square Filled: A2 - Tony/Rhodey/Pepper
Ship: Pepperony, MIT Brothers
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: drabble
Summary: Tony contemplates a new trend in his life.
Word Count: 100
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Title: Down the River
Collaborator: MassiveSpaceWren, tisfan
Link: AO3
Square Filled: For tisfan, A2 - Damsels in Distress
Ship: Teen
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: Mad Max fusion, kidnapping, implied/referenced torture
Summary: Ten Rings let a captive escape to play a little cat and mouse. They didn't count on anyone getting in the way.
Word Count: 6273
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Title: Stark and Pepper
Collaborator: rebelmeg
Link: AO3
Square Filled: A1 - image of Iron Man flying over a woman and child
Ship: Iron Family
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: moodboard
Summary: Iron Family moodboard
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Title: Reverse, Rewind, Play Again
Collaborator: katling
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S2 - Picture of Pepper looking up at the face of the Iron Man armour
Ship: IronStrange
Rating:
Major Tags: JARVIS lives, bad team dynamics, not Team Cap friendly
Summary: When something strange happens to Tony on a botched Avengers' mission, Pepper and Rhodey are left wondering what happened and keeping things together. Then Tony comes back and the whole world is going to change. Some time changes in this one, in that the events of Doctor Strange play out a little differently and occur not long after Age of Ultron instead of around the time of Civil War.
Word Count: 2504
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Title: Your Heart/My Heart - Chapter 3: A Mistake Here But Not There
Collaborator: camichats
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S3 - Old Team
Ship: IronHusbands
Rating: Mature
Major Tags: break up, angst, time skips, getting back together, pining, love confessions
Summary: When they're young, James and Tony break up for basically no reason. It takes them twenty years to get back together.
Word Count: 3292
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Title: Mistakes Were Made
Collaborator: katling
Link: AO3
Square Filled: K2 - cliche
Ship: FrostIronStrange
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: not Team Cap friendly, kidnapping, canon divergence
Summary: Tony has been kidnapped more time than he cares to admit. It's almost always cliche and the kidnappers always seem to make the same mistakes. Not that he minds. Those mistakes are always to his advantage. Features a confused Sam Wilson and a not-the-damsel-in-distress Tony Stark.
Word Count: 1623
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Title: Rebelmeg Drabbles - Chapter 4: Adoptive Family
Collaborator: rebelmeg
Link: AO3
Square Filled: K1 - jealousy
Ship: Pepperony, Pepper & Phil
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: drabble
Summary: You can adopt a grown adult, can't you?
Word Count: 100
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Title: The Echo Of Silence
Collaborator: katling
Link: AO3
Square Filled: R1 - alien planet
Ship: Tony & Nebula
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: vignette, calm, angsty, Team Tony
Summary: Thanos is gone and everyone had faded into dust. Only Tony and Nebula are left. Just a little character piece looking at the beginnings of their friendship after IW and before things get really bad on their trip back.
Word Count: 909
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Title: Regal is an Attitude
Collaborator: katling
Link: AO3
Square Filled: K4 - survival in the wild
Ship: none
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: canon divergence, not Steve friendly
Summary: When T'Challa finds out Rogers and Barnes left Tony Stark behind in Siberia, he chooses to be the kind of king who looks out for the people rather than on who only indulges his personal whims.
Word Count: 1757
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Title: I'm already gone
Collaborator: FeyRelay
Square filled: S4, T1
Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/20306299/chapters/48140029
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Starker (no underage)
Warning: Murder Mystery, References to Suicide/Death, Absurdist Humor, Unreliable Narrator, Established Relationship, No Powers, Film Industry AU, Aged-Up Peter Parker
Summary: A Clue AU, but not... quite... what you might expect. Peter is acting in the film Tony's directing, and it's complicating their new relationship and Peter's burgeoning career; Peter's just... done. He's over it. And that was before he got dragged to this dinner party.
Word Count: 4,223
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Title: No one will be watching us
Collaborator: FeyRelay
Square filled: R1
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20335060
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Starker (no underage) + female OC of little to no importance (Christine Everhart's niece)
Warning: Threesome, Implied Het, No Actual Smut, Getting Together by Proxy, Jealousy, Aged-Up Peter Parker, Sex for Favors
Summary: Tony's reputation precedes him and maybe that's the problem; Peter has been looking for someone to help him measure up to Tony's legendary, GQ-worthy experience, and he's been looking in all the wrong places. This contains no actual smut because it was a counted word challenge. 2000 words on the dot.
Word Count: 2,000
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Title: i am a dream, i am - Chapter 8: viii.
Collaborator: deathsweetqueen, justanotherpipedream
Link: AO3
Square Filled: R4 - resurrection
Ship: Steve/Natasha/Tony, past Tony/Ty Stone
Rating: Explicit
Major Tags: dubious content, past domestic violence, alcoholism, anxiety attacks, explicit sexual content, gaslighting, breaking up and making up
Summary: In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix first must burn. - Octavia E. Butler
Word Count: 16,423
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Title: In My Sights (With These Hungry Eyes)
Collaborator: eirlyssa
Link: Tumblr
Square Filled: A4 - AU: Urban Fantasy
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: moodboard
Summary: Werewolf Bucky sees Tony, laughing, for the first time across the room at the supernatural bar he’s visiting, and he’s instantly enchanted. Werewolves really only mate once, after all, and they tend to know their intended mate by sight. Now if only Tony would get with the program…
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Title: Take me to the magic of the moment - Chapter 3
Collaborator: Menatiera, nomdeplumeria
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S1 - Sex Magic
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Explicit
Major Tags: mild dub-con, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fantasy/magic AU, getting together, happy ending
Summary: "Tony was wondering how he, the fucking best tech-mage of the kingdom (or maybe the whole continent, or the whole world, if he didn't want to be humble) ended up here. (...) Which was exactly what had happened in their neighboring kingdom just a few days ago. Daddy Dearest apparently had gotten himself into some huge mess with his mages. Howard was probably dead by now, Tony at least was sure of that, knowing said mages personally. Oh yeah, that was the reason why Tony was sitting in Barnes's room in nothing but a robe." *Tony is the best tech mage, and has to work with Barnes, the best nature mage, in order to save their kingdom. It... doesn't exactly go as they planned. It goes way better than that. And way, way more intimate.
Word Count: 10,302
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Title: Modern Art Cross-Stitch
Collaborator: rebelmeg
Link: Tumblr
Square Filled: R2 - seeing red
Ship: none
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: craft
Summary: A cross-stitch of the “modern art” in IM2
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Title: Secured in the Penthouse (Hopefully)
Collaborator: Cipher_Stars
Link: AO3
Square Filled: T1 - Knotting
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Explicit
Major Tags: ABO dynamics, explicit sexual content, Winter as a separate personality
Summary: Tony Stark is in heat and locked in his hopefully secure penthouse with a bunch of alphas trying to get in.
Word Count: 2102
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Title: A2 - Kink: Wax play
Collaborator: Menatiera
Link: Tumblr
Square Filled: A2 - Kink: Wax play
Ship: Stuckony
Rating: Mature
Major Tags: Light BDSM
Summary: Moodboard and headcanons for the boys
Word Count: 336
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Title: A Tangled Web
Collaborator: Politzania
Link: AO3
Square Filled: T3 - Natasha Romanoff
Ship: Tony & Natasha
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: IM2, Natalie Rushman, going undercover
Summary: Natasha Romanov goes undercover to determine whether Tony Stark and Iron Man should be considered for the Avengers Initiative.
Word Count: 743
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Title: Iron Man Word Search Puzzle
Collaborator: rebelmeg
Link: Tumblr
Square Filled: R4 - puzzle
Ship: none
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: word search
Summary: Iron Man word search puzzle
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Title: I fall in love (everyday with someone new) - Chapter 31: Picture of Tony working on his suit (R3)
Collaborator: scriptatur
Link: AO3
Square Filled: R3 - image of Tony working on his suit
Ship: Peter & Tony, Tony & Rhodey
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: polyamory, Endgame fix-it
Summary: "Waking was- surprising. He woke up slowly, like drifting through mist or sirup or- something. He was kind of confused, if he is being perfectly honest. Confused about his own metaphor, a bit, but mainly confused by the fact that he was, well, waking up. That was not something he’d expected to do, after all." When Tony Stark wakes up after the final battle against Thanos, he decides that there will be nothing more that stands between himself and happiness. He goes home with Pepper and Morgan and it doesn't take long for Steve and Bucky (and other (ex-)avengers) to follow. Basically, this is the fix-it that I needed. It's very self indulgent and mostly fluff.
Word Count: 22,348
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Title: I fall in love (everyday with someone new) - Chapter 32: AU: Cyberpunk (S2)
Collaborator: scriptatur
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S2 - AU: Cyberpunk
Ship: Tony & Nebula, Tony/Pepper/Rhodey, Stuckony
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: polyamory, Endgame fix-it
Summary: "Waking was- surprising. He woke up slowly, like drifting through mist or sirup or- something. He was kind of confused, if he is being perfectly honest. Confused about his own metaphor, a bit, but mainly confused by the fact that he was, well, waking up. That was not something he’d expected to do, after all." When Tony Stark wakes up after the final battle against Thanos, he decides that there will be nothing more that stands between himself and happiness. He goes home with Pepper and Morgan and it doesn't take long for Steve and Bucky (and other (ex-)avengers) to follow. Basically, this is the fix-it that I needed. It's very self indulgent and mostly fluff.
Word Count: 22,348
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Title: I fall in love (everyday with someone new) - Chapter 33: Friday (K2)
Collaborator: scriptatur
Link: AO3
Square Filled: K2 - Friday
Ship: Tony & Nebula
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: polyamory, Endgame fix-it
Summary: "Waking was- surprising. He woke up slowly, like drifting through mist or sirup or- something. He was kind of confused, if he is being perfectly honest. Confused about his own metaphor, a bit, but mainly confused by the fact that he was, well, waking up. That was not something he’d expected to do, after all." When Tony Stark wakes up after the final battle against Thanos, he decides that there will be nothing more that stands between himself and happiness. He goes home with Pepper and Morgan and it doesn't take long for Steve and Bucky (and other (ex-)avengers) to follow. Basically, this is the fix-it that I needed. It's very self indulgent and mostly fluff.
Word Count: 22,348
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Title: I fall in love (everyday with someone new) - Chapter 34: Zombie (K5)
Collaborator: scriptatur
Link: AO3
Square Filled: K5 - zombie
Ship: none
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: polyamory, Endgame fix-it
Summary: "Waking was- surprising. He woke up slowly, like drifting through mist or sirup or- something. He was kind of confused, if he is being perfectly honest. Confused about his own metaphor, a bit, but mainly confused by the fact that he was, well, waking up. That was not something he’d expected to do, after all." When Tony Stark wakes up after the final battle against Thanos, he decides that there will be nothing more that stands between himself and happiness. He goes home with Pepper and Morgan and it doesn't take long for Steve and Bucky (and other (ex-)avengers) to follow. Basically, this is the fix-it that I needed. It's very self indulgent and mostly fluff.
Word Count: 22,348
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Title: Magic Man
Collaborator: ethereal-lullabies
Link: Tumblr
Square Filled: K2 - Fusion
Ship: Kaecilius/Tony Stark
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: moodboard
Summary: MAGIC (good Kaecilius)
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Title: Never Let Me Go - Chapter 2: And I'm Going Under
Collaborator: Iron_Eirlyssa (Eirlyssa)
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S1 - Phobia
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: developing relationship, asexual Tony and Bucky, cuddles, panic attacks
Summary: The second chapter, filling square S1 - Phobia for my Tony Stark Bingo, in which Bucky is still an incredible sweetheart and Tony desperately needs some hugs.
Word Count: 4703
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Title: Life is the Flower (Love is the Honey)
Collaborator: monobuu
Link: Tumblr
Square Filled: R1 - Flower Shop AU
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: no powers AU, language of flowers, fluff, florist Tony, mortician Bucky, getting together
Summary: Every Friday, Tony sets up his flower shop on the corner so he can see his favorite person on their way home from work. Today, however, is special.
Word Count: 2076
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Title: Mid-youth crisis
Collaborator: Menatiera
Link: AO3
Square Filled: R3 - Holiday fic
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: Avengers Academy, college AU, roommates, pining, friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, comedy of errors
Summary: The Avengers Academy fic where the Academy closes its doors and Bucky has nowhere to go afterwards. Naturally, his friend (and secret crush) Tony is there to the rescue - what would be better than to move in together? It goes just as well as you expect it.
Word Count: 1688
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Title: we rattle together in a bed of honey
Collaborator: deathsweetqueen
Link: AO3
Square Filled: K4 - first kiss
Ship: IronHusbands
Rating: Mature
Major Tags: Fem Tony, MIT era, domestic violence, implied/referenced child abuse
Summary: Toni first met James Rhodes in Cellular Neurophysiology and Computing, when she was fourteen and trying very hard to stay in the shadows. She stumbles into the classroom, clutching her books and binders and pencil case close to her chest, as she stares at everything, wide-eyed and hungry and terrified. She seizes on the contempt, the confusion, the incredulity of the other freshman who look at her like she’s an incongruity – she’s used to that look, all that hate and derision. She eats it up like chocolate cake. Much to her luck, all the seats are filled, all except for one towards the middle of the row, a table shared only by a tall, handsome black boy, sleeping on top of the counter.
Word Count: 5661
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Title: I Won't Give Up On Us
Collaborator: Eirlyssa
Link: AO3
Square Filled: A2 - Asgard
Ship: ThunderIron
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: genderfluid character, arranged marriage, developing relationship, betrayal, war
Summary: When a marriage is finally arranged for the crown Prince of Asgard, his wife-to-be isn't what Thor had expected. He is far, far better.
Word Count: 4736
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Title: The Red-Head Harem
Collaborator: camichats
Link: AO3
Square Filled: A4 - Warm And Fuzzy Feelings
Ship: Tony/Natasha/Bethany/Pepper/Wanda/Gamora
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: polyamory, domestic fluff, teasing
Summary: Tony and all his red-headed girlfriends get along quite nicely. Breakfast fluff and teasing are commonplace.
Word Count: 792
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Title: Tell Me a Story
Collaborator: newnewyorker93
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S4 - abandonment issues
Ship: Tony & Morgan
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: drabble, bedtime stories, fix-it
Summary: Morgan doesn't like her bedtime story, so Tony changes the ending.
Word Count: 100
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Title: Mid-youth crisis moodboard
Collaborator: summerpipedream
Link: AO3
Square Filled: T4 - Avengers Academy
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: moodboard
Summary: “To prevent this universe from unraveling–” It seemed like an ordinary day at that point. “Avengers Academy will close its doors.” And then it didn’t. It took only six words for Bucky’s thoughts to collapse into chaos again. Avengers Academy couldn’t close!
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Title: Promises, Promises
Collaborator: MarvelousMenagerie (HiddenOne)
Link: AO3
Square Filled: R5 - Didn't Know They Were Dating
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: mob AU, Romeo & Juliet romance
Summary: Mob AU. Bucky needs a favor from his Captain, but first he has to admit to dating the enemy.
Word Count: 2026
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Title: S4- Skrulls
Collaborator: thudworm
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S4 - Skrulls
Ship: Gen
Rating: IronFalcon
Major Tags: canon divergence, skrulls
Summary: It's the first time Tony's met Sam, but somehow Sam has met Tony before.
Word Count: 625
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Title: Happy Moodboard
Collaborator: newnewyorker93
Link: Tumblr
Square Filled: R4 - Happy Hogan
Ship: none
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: moodboard, art
Summary: I wanted to make a moodboard & was getting frustrated looking for pictures, so I decided to experiment with drawing one instead!
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Title: A Race to the Finish
Collaborator: celtic7irish
Link: AO3
Square Filled: K1 - Image: Tony in Race Car Driver Uniform
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: race car AU, pre-relationship, preserum Steve
Summary: Tony Stark was said to be the best driver in the history of the sport, and looking at his record (well, listening to Steve ramble on about it), it seemed it wasn’t just baseless boasting. The driver for Stane Industries was rich, handsome, and liked fast cars. And fast women, if even half the rumors about him were true. Or: A Race Car AU where Bucky & Steve save up to go to a race car, Bucky gets to be a hero, and Tony gets his flirt on.
Word Count: 3635
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Title: T4 & A1 - Chapter 1: T4- [Image from IM3- Tony zip-tied to a bed-frame]
Collaborator: thudworm
Link: AO3
Square Filled: T4 - [Image from IM3- Tony zip-tied to a bed-frame]
Ship: none
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: bad puns, Justin Hammer is a dick, kidnapping
Summary: Hammer is up to something, which means it's the Avengers job to stop him.
Word Count: 1857
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Title: T4 & A1 - Chapter 2: A1- Damsels (And Others) In Distress
Collaborator: thudworm
Link: AO3
Square Filled: A1 - Damsels (And Others) In Distress
Ship: none
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: bad puns, Justin Hammer is a dick, kidnapping
Summary: Hammer is up to something, which means it's the Avengers job to stop him.
Word Count: 1857
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Title: Trial and Error - Chapter 4
Collaborator: martianwahtney
Link: AO3
Square Filled: K2 - WTF
Ship: IronHusbands
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: getting together, parent Tony, protective Tony and Rhodey, manipulative Fury
Summary: where Harley puts his foot down and forces a confession
Word Count: 3108
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Title: T1- Confession in Desperate Situation
Collaborator: thudworm
Link: AO3
Square Filled: T1 - Confession in Desperate Situation
Ship: Pepperony
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: Endgame, missing scene, pregnancy
Summary: Avengers Endgame missing scene of Pepper telling Tony she's pregnant.
Word Count: 1033
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Title: Aftermath
Collaborator: LBibliophile
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S2 - unreliable narrator
Ship: none
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: poetry, moodboard, collateral damage
Summary: When real life superheroes saved New York, it was like a something out of a story. But then the cleanup began. And continued, and continued... New York, Greenwich, Sokovia, Lagos. Suddenly, superheros are a lot less exciting. Rubble all looks the same, whether it was made by the heroes or the villains.
Word Count: 165
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Title: Steamships, Cyborgs, and Self-Determination: A Steampunk Story - Chapter 1
Collaborator: JacarandaBanyan
Link: AO3
Square Filled: K4 - Steampunk AU
Ship: Stuckony
Rating: Not Rated
Major Tags: developing relationships, steampunk AU, comic book science, angst with a happy ending, mild gore, body horror, cyborgs
Summary: The Cyborg Assassin formally known as Bucky Barnes is sent on a double assassination mission. His Targets: Anthony E Stark, brilliant inventor and scientist, and Steve Rogers, subversive artist.
Word Count: 2711
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Collaborator: LBibliophile
Link: Tumblr
Square Filled: A3 - free space
Ship: none
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: crafts
Summary: Tablet woven braid made with crochet cotton. Iron Man colours with pale blue triangular ‘arc reactors’.
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Title: indeed a beautiful thing - Chapter 1
Collaborators: Fluffypanda, justanotherpipedream
Link: AO3
Squares Filled: For Panda - R1: Resolve
For Summer - K3 - AU: Adventurers/Explorers (Summer)
Ship: Stony
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: fantasy AU, fusion AU, anthropomorphic, plot twists, bandits and outlaws, swordfighting
Summary: Rebellion is brewing in Velmar and Captain Steven Mouser has been sent to the city of Iron Landing to investigate. He is to secure the cooperation of Lord Stark if he is ever to find the elusive leader of the rebellion, but there is more to both of them than meets the eye.
Word Count: 1478
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Collaborator: hereandnowwearealive
Link: Tumblr
Square Filled: T5 - Edwin Jarvis
Ship: Tony and Edwin Jarvis
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: art
Summary: art of Edwin Jarvis and Tony Stark
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Title: A Call From a Kitten
Collaborator: Cipher_Stars
Link: AO3
Square Filled: A1 - Pornstar/Sex worker/Rentboy
Ship: IronPanther
Rating: Mature
Major Tags: call girl, dirty talk, phone sex
Summary: Tony Stark falls into the 'call girl' industry after Afghanistan to fulfil his craving for intimacy.
Word Count: 1981
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Title: R4 - Kink: phone sex
Collaborator: Menatiera
Link: AO3
Square Filled: R4 - Kink: phone sex
Ship: Stony
Rating: Mature
Major Tags: moodboard, sexual content, ficlet
Summary: Steve and Tony regularly try to have phone sex, but are always interrupted by Steve’s dog demanding attention.
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Title: Fractures beyond the looking glass - Chapter 1
Collaborator: justanotherpipedream
Link: AO3
Square Filled: S5 - Gossip Press
Ship: WinterIron
Rating: Teen
Major Tags: Victorian AU, canon typical violence, gothic romance, supernatural elements, dreams and nightmares
Summary: The world spun round and round, the trees blurring past him as Bucky skidded to a stop at the bottom of the hill. He laid on the ground with a gasp, gritting his teeth as his ankle continued to throb with a dull but insistent pain. For minutes or hours, Bucky couldn’t tell, he hobbled as best he could trying to find the familiar path back to the village. However, the impressive outline of Stark Manor had Bucky pausing at the edge of the trees. Everyone in the village knew of the rumours surrounding the estate. These days, people wondered if the infamous Lord Stark still lived there, or if he was merely a ghost story, haunting the halls of the vast manor on the edge of the woods.
Word Count: 1508
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Professor - four.
Baekhyun x Reader
Angst - Professor!AU
Word count: 1535
Description: You finally gave what Baekhyun wanted, sex. Now he should leave you alone, or so you thought.
A/N: Just a little angsty filler chapter to hold over. More like me stalling because I’m not sure how I want to end this yet. I feel like the end is near though. IT CAN’T BE HELPED.
one. // two. // three. // four. // five. (soon)
The next day when you arrived to Baekhyun’s class, it was announced that he wouldn’t be present today. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay. When you woke up this morning he was already gone, you haven’t heard from him sense. You should feel relieved that the pestering has come to an end, but you couldn’t help wondering if something happened, or maybe you both got caught. Who knows if Chanyeol saw, or heard anything last night. Your head played through numerous scenarios before you realized that class was over. You stared down at your blank notebook, not even a single note was written from class.
You sighed, picking up your belongings before finding a place outside to enjoy a quick snack before next class. The rest of your day continued as normal as it could be. A day without Baekhyun at your heels, begging for attention like a dog. You smiled to yourself at the thought, before quickly pushing the thought out of your mind. This is what you wanted, and now you got it. You should feel happy, relieved, even thankful, but you couldn’t shake him from your thoughts. Each class was harder and harder to sit through.
“This is exactly why I had no intentions of dating during college.” you mumbled angrily to yourself as you punched in your apartment code.
“So you do have a boyfriend.” you heard a voice at your side. You jumped backwards in what was supposed to be an intimidating karate pose. Chanyeol shook his head laughing, trying to copy the pose himself. You couldn’t help but to laugh at his attempts, which you were sure were worse than your own.
“I don’t.” you finally replied to Chanyeol’s statement. “Boyfriends are unnecessary and a huge distraction. Not to mention; smelly, slimey, egotistical, noisy, obnoxious, stu-” you were cut off by Chanyeol’s finger against your lips. You stood there stunned for a second at the sudden contact. You pushed his hand away and started to protest before he shushed you. He placed an ear against your door.
“I think someone’s in your apartment.” he whispered, concentrating on trying to detect any further noise. Your heart lept in your chest. You thought it could be Baekhyun, but quickly realized there was no way he could know the code to your apartment.
“Are you sure you heard something?” you whispered back to him, placing your head against the door as well. He nodded confidently.
“Open the door and I’ll check it out real quick.” he mouthed the words, the whisper barely audible. You nodded and punched in the numbers again, pushing the door open quietly. Chanyeol walked in first, his hand searching for the lights. He knew exactly where they were, probably because his apartment was the exact same layout. You quietly shuffled in behind him, looking every direction like a spooked mouse. You let the door close on it’s own by accident, a clear indication that someone was in the apartment trying to be sneaking. You froze, slowly closing your eyes as you silently cursed yourself a million times.
“Took you long enough, I’ve been here all day.” you hear a familiar voice walking from the hallway. Your eyes shot wide, but it was too late to react. Chanyeol’s eyes were five times the size of yours when he saw Baekhyun standing in your living room in casual clothing. “Oh.” Baekhyun said almost under his breath. You were a quick thinker and put it to good use.
“Oh, Mr. Byun. Sorry for making you wait. I know we had a tutoring session today, but because you weren’t in class I thought you’d be too sick to make it.” you said apologetically, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Luckily, Chanyeol didn’t know you well enough to know the fact that you most certainly didn’t need a tutor.
“Ah, yes.” Baekhyun cleared his throat. ‘Smooth’ is all you could think to yourself. “I’m feeling slightly better and decided to try to make it to my tutoring sessions today.
“Wow, Mr. B. You’re really dedicated to your students.” Chanyeol said in actual shock. You did everything in your power to suppress a laughter that could possibly break a few eardrums. You pretended to look at the time on your phone.
“Well, it’s long past our session. Looks like you should get going, I’m sure you have others to ‘dedicate’ your time to.” you shot at Baekhyun, making sure he got the point loud and clear. You held the door open, waving your hand like you were a doorman. “You too Chanyeol, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” you gave him one last smile as he shuffled out of your apartment.
“I need to talk to you about some assignments before I go.” Baekhyun raised an eyebrow in your direction, continuing the charade until Chanyeol was out of earshot. Once the door closed you let out a deep sigh of relief. You turned back towards the intruder known as Baekhyun.
“Look, you can’t just go into people’s apart-” you started scolding, only to be cut off by Baekhyun’s lips assaulting yours in a violent manner. He pushed you back into the wall, your head hitting it harder than you thought it would. You started to give in, allowing his dominance to consume you entirely. Your nerves were on end all day because of this man. Finally being able to see he’s okay, to see that he’s perfectly fine, to feel him again. The internal battle continued to rage inside you until you finally pushed him off you. Baekhyun wasn’t one to give up easily, he pinned your wrists above your head, moving his hot rushed kisses down your neck to your collarbone. You let out a single moan as he shoved his thigh between your legs, making you very aware of the effect he had on you.
You snapped out of it and pushed him off you once again, using all the force you had to free your wrists, this time you covered your mouth while holding your other hand up to him. “Please leave.” you managed to say while trying to regain your breathing again. “We had our fun, now we are done. I gave you what you wanted, now we can move on.” you hope your voice didn’t sound as vulnerable as you felt. Baekhyun looked at you with a confused hurt expression.
“You think this was some sort of one night stand?” you could hear the disappointment in his voice and chose to ignore it. “I thought we were actually making progress here.” he rubbed his hands through his hair, looking down at the ground as if it had answers. “You… you slept with me thinking I would just leave you alone afterwards.” his words were weighing more and more on you, but you never stopped him. “You pity me.” he laughed out. You could see him slowly break due to his own mind, you didn’t have to say anything. You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t true, but that’s exactly what it was. Your freedom for the exchange of a one night stand.
“I told you I didn’t want this.” you couldn’t look at him as you spoke, your voice a harsh whisper. “I have my school to worry about, I can’t have a Professor mess it up because of his selfish one sided lust.” you spat, trying to keep your confidence. You felt it slowly deteriorate.
“My one selfish one sided lust?” he laughed again. “You’re telling me that you didn’t enjoy that for even one second?” he was talking in a seductive tone, a smirk that was made to kill. He was vengeful, the look in his eyes that you were used to, was long gone now. You don’t know this look and it scared you. You backed into the wall again as he closed the distance, slamming his hand on the wall near your face. You flinched away not knowing if he was going to actually hit you or the wall. He noticed your expression and dropped his hand, ruffling his hair wildly while grunting to himself.
You desperately wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him. You were the cause of him being like this, but you hated seeing it. You wish life was more simple, but this is the situation you were giving and you’re dealing with it accordingly. After calming down, Baekhyun finally rose his head, gaze meeting yours.
“I wish…” he took a deep breath. “I wish you would have let me explain things first.” you looked at him questioningly. He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I have to go.” before you could stop him he was already out the door, leaving you confused and hurt. You were relieved he took it upon himself to leave, but it didn’t stop your mind from wondering what he was saying or why he was in your apartment, or why he disappeared all day. You shook your head as if that were to rid it of all thoughts of Baekhyun.
He was gone and now everything was going to be okay.
But it wasn’t, it was far from okay.
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