Half past the point of oblivion, Stiles/Derek, ~4,500 words, R, complete.

Stiles has a tendency to make stupid bets. It’s probably the amounts of beer he’s drunk since starting college that’s playing with his brain cells, but it seems very easy to start making bets when you’re three sheets to the wind, and then when he loses, he doesn’t like not ( Read more... )

We'll surf in Asia, 1,344 words, Derek/Stiles, G.

In Derek's list of 'things I never thought I'd do', 'getting married' was number five.

Just a quick fluffy piece I had in my head yesterday. Clio looked it over for me and picked out my Britishisms and mistakes!

No place for no hero
Stiles/Derek, Scott, Allison, Lydia, Sheriff Stilinski, R for violence. Future fic, canon compliant.
Warning - graphic depiction of a very violent mugging.

But now, as he looks at Derek’s face, the storm lurking right underneath his eyelashes, the frown firmly back in place on his features, the Sheriff can’t help but hope ( Read more... )

Brightness fills empty space, Derek/Stiles, NC-17, ~12,000 words.

For a moment he stops and breathes, slow, measured breaths that usually help him centre himself, control himself. It's like a full moon night, keeping himself entirely focused on his very own, personal brand of anger and hatred and disgust, and he taps into it now, hopes for the ( Read more... )

I'll be seeing you, ~1,300 words, G, Steve and Peggy. Steve visits Peggy in her nursing home.

Steve clutches his flowers and licks his lips and looks at Peggy, her hair gone white and her lips still red as they were back in the day, her eyes just as doe-eyed, for a second he sees her as young as he’d known her once, all the drawings he’d made of ( Read more... )

Beautiful day to get our war on - PG-13 - 6,500 words - Clint Origins story
There are places where there are no more shadows in which to hide. In the desert the heat is unflappable and the air is dry, and Clint can try all he wants to hide from it, it chases after him, sticks his fatigues to the back of his legs and neck, relentless. This story I ( Read more... )

Hellooooooooo ( Read more... )

So I coda-ed post Avengers. It's 600 words of me having FEELS, okay. I have so many many feels about so many things from this movie and these characters, but this one has been building inside since my first viewing and it finally worked its way out yesterday ( Read more... )

Be running up that hill, AKA Clint the Avenger by day, cage fighter by night story. NC-17 for a lot of violence and a little bit of sex. 19,456 words.
Warnings: Depressive mindset, violence, blood

Clint has doubts, questions, troubles; they all disappear when he walks into the cage, ready for a fight. Nobody knows, nobody cares. Thanks to all the ( Read more... )

And there we go, fic! This is readable thanks to laria_gwyn and foxxcub, and would not exist without sirona_gs.

Sometimes relationships have to grow through friendship, pushing and pulling, pain, denial and regrets. Canon, set before-to-after Thor. ~5,000 words.

( Started up the clocks )