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thefandomavenue · 5 years

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Part 1

Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: You meet at a pub and there the story begins

Warnings: none

Author‘s note: Don‘t judge me, it‘s my first fanfiction, hope you like it. Enjoy reading:) ~Jule

Your father gave you a warm hug and wiped his tears, hoping that you didn’t see them. He has always been emotional, even if he would not admit that.

“I’m suffocating, Dad!” You coughed and pretended, that you were about to die. “Don’t be so dramatic…” he laughed “I’ll miss you, you know that!” “The last two years you survived without me too…and I’ll be there for Christmas.” You said after he hugged you again, even tighter. “But I want to see you more than just six weeks a year on your holiday. It’s really lonely at home without you” he whined.

It was your last year at university and you‘re sort of happy to start your everyday life, although it will also be stressful and you‘ll miss your dad as well.

You live five hours from London, so you can’t visit your dad often. The journey is so horrible, that you visited him only two times last year, and on Christmas day of course. It made him sad, that he saw you so rarely, but he understood, that you have to become independent, because you were always spoiled from your parents.

“So, I have to go, Dad. I have to unpack and prepare for classes. And I want to finally see my friends.“ „Okay, bye Y/N“ he said and gave you a kiss on your cheek. He turned around, waved and got in the car to drive away. You watched the car and walked over the known campus to the building, where your room is. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes came into your nose and reminded you of the the last two years and the fun you had with your friends. You‘re going to miss that next year.

You heard a high voice, that tore you from the thoughts.

„Y/N! Finally, you‘re here!“ Alice screamed and came up to you, with a big smile on her lips. „Alice!“ You was so glad to see her and you gave her a hug.

Alice was your room mate and your best friend. She grabbed your bag and you walked to your room. When you opened the door, you could see, that she already unpacked. Her clothes were lying on the floor, her books on her bed and the record player was on. You rolled your eyes.

„I missed you, Y/N“ she said „I missed you too. But I certainly did not miss your chaos“ You grinned. „Piss off“ she laughed „Soo, Robin, Stefan and Matt are on the way to our room and this evening, we want to go to this pub down the street, where „Smile“ is playing. And you’re coming with us“ she spoke.

Smile was a band with three guys, who graduated last year. Tim Staffell, the most arrogant guy you know, Brian May, the school clown, and Roger Taylor, a cute guy, but he was like the human symbol of a playboy, were already a bit famous in this area. They mostly played in some pubs, here in London, and they were really good actually. But you didn’t feel like going today.

„Oh no, Alice. Not today, can we move this plan?“ You said, hoping that she agreed, but you also knew her and knew that she did not, obviously. „Haha no, of course not. That is our last year at university together, let‘s enjoy this!“ she begged. You agreed, because it made no sense to argue with her.

You put on a short jeans skirt, a black glitter top and your high black boots. You made your hair half up and put on some natural make up. You looked in the mirror at your outfit. Your y/h/c hairs fell over your shoulders and you grinned. Not bad.

Two hours later, Alice, Robin, Matt, Stefan and you were on the way to the pub. When you walked in, „Smile“ was already playing. There wasn’t much going in the pub, except a crowd of girls in front of the stage. You headed to the bar, ordered some drinks and watched the performance. All three guys were in their element. Brian was focused on his guitar, Tim was singing and Roger… Roger looked so damn good. He was even hotter than last year, with his long blond hair and his t-shirt, that showed the traces of his sweat. He had such an amazing style and how he was absorbed in his drums. He has always looked good, but now … No wonder, that the girls in front of the stage screamed his name and constantly ran after him

You turned away and after a few drinks, you and the others danced on the floor. You actually didn‘t want to come here, but now you had a lot of fun.

After a while, the band finished their performance and got off the stage. Immediately, a group of girls ran to Roger, that made him very proud, what his big smile revealed. In this moment, you took a brake from dancing, while the band came to the bar. You looked for your friends, who also headed to the bar slowly.

Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and looked into two ocean blue eyes.

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killerdancerbitesthedust-blog · 5 years

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Guys! I updated my second Queen fanfiction on wattpad! Go check it out if this is your thing!

Queen: Becoming a band again. - Chapter one (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/5Ytm1IiDqS It takes place between the release of the album Hot Space and the sessions Queen did in LA for their next album The Works. It's bassicly like the title says. It's the band finding out how to become a band again, how to function as a group again. Warning: I've been told it got dark.

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hcghforqueen · 5 years

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beccasarahmayxo-blog · 5 years

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A heart full of love (Brian x Me)

My writing skills are “rusty” pls no judge

“Love, can I come in?” He whispered into the oaken frame.

“Please my angel” I said loud enough for him to hear.

He pressed the door handle and pushed gently, he still took my breath away every time he walked into a room. Age had not taken away his kind eyes and hair that was not unlike a poodle. Except now it looked more like Britain’s overcast skies rather than a dark and stormy night. His eyes roamed my body like we were young again, intense and wanting. In that moment I remembered the girl I was and the man he was yet to become. All those years ago.

“Are you ready my love?” He said with a half smile, brushing a strand of my mahogany hair behind my ear. The diamond earrings moved just a bit and sparkled in the white light of the dressing room. He took it into his large hand, smiling as he did so.

“ I remember when I brought you these” he said with the same half smile, bittersweet memories.

“So do I, as I remember we had just had a fight, you were working too much and I was lonely and friendless” I said smiling as I closed my eyes and pictures that day many moons ago.

He laughed “ As I remember you threw them at me”

“ I was a little wild back then my love, all anger and hormones” I said eyes still closed, deep in memories from long ago

“Weren’t we all my little dove” he said as he pressed his lips to my forehead.

He entwined his hand into mine, placing our entwined hands on his heart.

“All these years; and you still make my heart flutter”

“Stop being wet Brian” I slapped his arm playfully with my free hand.

“Fine, but I do love you, you know this right?” He said sternly.

“ you only tell me a million times a day my love” I smiled looking in his warm hazel eyes.

He lead me out of the room, into along corridor, stars names were written all over them. The ones who were starring in this movie, and the ones who lived through the real times. We stopped outside Rogers dressing room, I squeezed Brian’s hand supportively. I knew today would be hard for him, it was hard for us all.

I banged on the door loudly

“Roger come out you old fart, we’re waiting for you”

“ I’ll just be a minute, your best friend is keeping me rather occupied”

I laughed “Nicole send him out or I’m coming in” I said, Brian chuckling, almost embarrassed.

“Just because you two haven’t had sex since the 90’s” Roger shouted.

“I swear to god Roger, you have 10 minutes. We have a red carpet to walk, Pomp and ceremony remember” Brian exclaimed loudly.

I laughed as I pulled Brian’s hand away, from the door handle.

“Let them have their fun my love, Roger still lives in the 70’s, he’ll be brought back to reality when he dislocates his hip”

Brian chuckled at me and shook his head, he knew that Roger would be able to hear me from how loud I was talking and as we were walking away I could hear a faint “Fuck off Becca, you nun”

A smile grew on my face, if only he knew.

We walked out of the building and climbed into a limo. Roger and Nicole joined us a good five minutes late, as usual. With Deaky and Veronica joining us shortly after that, it was lovely to see them. Privacy had suited them well but my man couldn’t stay away from the stage and I cherished that about him.

Nicole had aged well, her long blonde hair not hinting of grey at all, her slim figure hardly hinting at the fact she had bore Roger two beautiful children. We soon arrived at the venue that would be hosting the premiere night of Bohemian Rhapsody a Freddie Mercury and by extension Queen biopic.

Brian exited the car first, swiftly followed by myself and Nicole. Roger coming out next and Deaky and Veronica followed suit. I could tell Deaky was uncomfortable but he owed this to Freddie and the bands legacy and I loved him for breaking his self imposed isolation to be with us tonight.

The camera flashes were almost blinding but I played the dutiful wife and stood back adoringly with my best friend as our respective husbands did their work, smiling and taking photos signing autograph after autograph.

We eventually made it inside and the doors were closed behind us, the noise fading to a slight mumble and the odd small flash of light making it though the cracks in the door.

Before the film started Brian and Roger had decided to make a speech, we the ever dutiful wives stood with them every step of the way. Brian became too choked up to talk and Roger couldn’t get his words out.

“Baby, I’ll finish this, don’t worry. I’ve got you my love” I whispered to him before stepping up to the microphone

“Thank you all for being here tonight, as you can all appreciate this is a incredibly hard night for us all, seeing our lives on the big screen, seeing Freddie brought to life by the lovely Rami Malek. My husband brought to life by the radiant Gwilym whom managed to capture his beautiful heart. And to the other cast members who without you this film would not have been possible. We thank you and we thank Freddie for inspiring us to live our life and honour him tonight. Thank you and good night.”

We left the stage then, Brian’s hand twisted into mine, his thumb running small circles on the back on my hand. He could see the tears welling up in my ocean blue eyes. Taking our seats at the front of the theatre then opening credits began to roll. A single tear rolled down my cheek as the opening scene began to play.

“ I still can’t believe he’s gone”

Brian smiled and wiped away my tear with his index finger.

“ I know my love, I know. “

I drifted off into a daze remembering times gone by.

Flashback *1986- Live Aid*

I stood in the wings of the huge live aid stage, lights and the sound of pure and unadulterated joy radiated from the crowd, for 20 minutes they had thrashed around to the anthems of Queen their hearts alive and beating.

I rubbed my belly silently , I was about 8 months pregnant at the time and my back was aching like a bitch.

Brian waved good bye to the crowd and ran off stage carrying his guitar along with him. I smiled as he walked up to me and kissed my forehead,.

“And how’s my beautiful girls today,?” He asked confidently

I smiled , shaking my head

“We don’t even know if I’m having a girl my love, we decided to have the gender be a secret”

“Of course my love, but I still wager 100 quid that you’re having a little girl”

“Whatever you say Brian.John, Roger and Freddie all think it’s a little boy” I said rolling my eyes, I felt like I was carrying a little boy inside of me but obviously Brian’s insisting that I was having a girl but doubt in my brain.

We walked as briskly as I could manage back to the silver airstream trailer we shared whenever I accompanied Brian to any kind of event. In years before Brian would get ready for shows in a large room with all the others and myself and the other wives and girlfriends would hang about on a sofa chatting away. However in recent years Brian and myself had grown to love our privacy, especially after we were married.

I slumped myself down on the large black leather sofa with a sigh, I had only been stood for half an hour but imagine carrying a watermelon for half an hour, after that long it would start to take strain on your back

We walked back to the trailer hand in hand, as we always did, Roger bringing Nicole swiftly behind him. Whilst Freddie went to catch up with Mary as he often did after a show.

“Did you enjoy that my love?” I asked him with my head still laid against the cold leather sofa.

“It was good, we really performed better than I expected after such a long break from playing together” he smiled at me looking confused as to why I was laying with my head turned away from him.

“Why aren’t you facing me little one?” He asked quietly.

“ I’m so tired Brian I just want this damn baby out of me already, it’s been 8 months and I don’t think I can do another 30 days” I whimpered, almost in tears.

He sighed and came and sat beside me, rubbing my thigh in a comforting manner.

“You can, you know you can because when we have our little baby none of this will matter because we will finally be a family” he said dreamily as if thinking of our new life together once our baby arrives.

“Easy for you to say, you’re not carrying the damn thing around with you twenty four seven” I muttered, still facing away from him.

He grabbed my arm gently and pulled me up, complying with a loud groan I was pulled into a sitting position awkwardly facing my husband.

“You can do this, and I know you’ll be the best mother in the world and as soon as you see our baby none of this pain or aching will matter” he said cupping the side of my face.

I couldn’t help but smile, his endless positivity made my heart beat just a little faster it really was all going to be okay. Just one more month.

I leaned up to kiss him gently, he cupped my face and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ears as he pulled away slightly resting his forehead on mine.

“Knock knock fuckers” Roger shouted from the other side of the air stream door.

“Fuck off Rog, I’m pregnant and very hormonal” I screeched, my head in my hands.

“Ooooo scary” Roger laughed before pushing open the door anyway pulling a sheepish looking Nicole behind him.

“I hate you so much sometimes, you know that don’t you” I moaned head still in my hands.

“I know and I relish in it my dear heart” Roger said as he walked over to me and patted my belly gently.

“How’s my godson today? Still kicking the living daylights out of you, he’s a born drummer I tell you now.” Roger beamed, he meant well but I just wasn’t in the mood for his antics right this second.

“ Roger it’s a girl, I promise you it’ll be a girl” Brian said confidently, he had always wanted a daughter someone to protect and love just as he loved me. I groaned, this had to be at least the fifth time I’d heard this argument today.

“To be honest with you guys, it could be a lizard and I’d just be happy for it to be out of me and not trying to roundhouse my ribs every five minutes” I moaned, chuckling a little at the thought of my baby throwing karate moves inside my womb.

“Soon my love, so soon” Brian cooed at my cupping my face.

“ Over 10 years and you ducks still make me want to throw up” Roger added faking a vomiting noise

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princess-of-the-worlds · 4 years

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tldr: As of this October, it has officially been one year since I first watched Torchwood and started reading fics. Although I didn’t start writing my own fics until March 2020, I have written...like a lot of fics in the past seven months. But I wanted to celebrate my favorite fics by other people. So here is Part 1 of probably several eventual fic rec posts. These are what I consider fandom staples.

To The Sticking Place by zephyras13

The end justifies the means. Failure is not an option. There is always a choice, except when there isn't. These are the phrases Ianto Jones lives by and he refuses to allow anyone, even Captain Jack Harkness, to change that. Jack/Ianto, AU, Torchwood One Agent!Ianto.

(janto & others | complete | mature | 96K)

Nik: I legitimately cannot explain why I love this fic so much other than the fact it is so great! It was one of the first fics I read, and I still adore it. It follows canon so well while making you feel very range of the emotion spectrum. The author’s take on Ianto is so complexly-written but still feels true to the canonical Ianto. Literally one of the first fics I’d rec to anyone new to fandom. A must read.

only fools fall by transjackianto

“Oh my god,” he gasps out when his laughter has died down to softer chuckles, “I am so glad I stuck around to hear that. Thank you Jack, I needed to laugh today. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he pushes back from the table for the third time but Jack stops him again with a hand over his own. It is a softer touch than before and that unnerves Ianto more than anything.

He looks up, terrified he’s going to see some kind of earnest emotion on Jack’s face. When he finds Jack looking instead like he swallowed a handful of pins he relaxes. He’s not sure he could handle finding out Jack had some kind of ridiculous unrequited crush on him.

“I know,” Jack groans, dropping Ianto’s hand and letting his head thunk against where his arms are crossed on the table, “I want to punch myself just for saying it, but I mean it Ianto. I need you to be my boyfriend.”

Aka, Ianto just wants to make it through his summer as a newly single sixth form graduate and eagerly await the end when his ex comes back from her summer trip and they can reunite.

His ex-friend Jack Harkness throws a wrench into the works.

(janto, lisaianto, & others | complete | mature | 182K)

Nik: Okay, so I’m a tiny bit biased with this one considering that the author is my friend whom I adore and also one of my favorite people in this fandom. And I...also betaed this entire fic. But take it from me! It’s so, so well-written and the shift from enemies to lover is so perfect. There is angst, oh so much angst, but it is worth it. Plus, it’s incredibly hot! And I know the author has eventual plans for a sequel, although no promises when it’s coming. Another must read!

Halfway Back by Sholio (@sholiofic)

Team Torchwood run a sanctuary for magical creatures, and this time they've got a basilisk on their hands.

(gen | complete | teen | 13K)

Nik: Okay, so literally anything by Sholio is perfect. They have an incredible grasp of the team dynamic that still blows my mind, and their fics have topnotch Owen-Ianto interactions. But I chose this fic because the premise felt like almost nothing I’d read in this fandom before. Plus, there is still the requisite amount of Owen angst in this. (Also check out The Cartography of Feeling, which is another personal favorite.)

Conversational Japanese, Plus Frogs by james

Tosh and Ianto have been taken prisoner. They cope.

(janto | complete | teen | 6K)

Nik: One of the older, shorter recs on this list but still a classic. A fascinating in-depth character study of Ianto and Tosh and their friendship in confined quarters that also explores the trauma that follows some of Torchwood’s misadventures. I don’t think I can say much else besides urging you to read it!

Sharkreef (Or, Why Torchwood Was Set in Cardiff and Not the Bermuda Triangle) by queenfanfiction

There is the story of a team who tried to save Earth from aliens. This is not that story.

(janto & many, many others | complete | teen | 2K)

Nik: Look, I know that some will actually despise that I included this rec, but this fic is ICONIC. It’s cracky, yes. Cracky crack. Very crack. But it’s also legitimately one of the strangest/whackiest/what-the-fuck fics I’ve ever read. It always startles a genuine laugh out of me. It has all of our favorite tropes...coupled with some lobsters. (Sidenote: This reminds me of John Mulaney/SNL’s Diner Lobster sketch, which I also encourage you to watch.)

Insignificant Other by parachutewoman

Ianto is tasked with telling Rhys that his newly wedded wife has ditched him to go to London with Jack on a “very important mission”. Refusing to have his day ruined, Rhys drags Ianto along to the Six Nations final and the two ‘other halves’ try to make sense of their place in the world and their partners’ lives.

(janto & gwenrhys | complete | mature | 6K)

Nik: Ianto-Rhys friendship content is something that is severely lacking in this fandom, which is a damn shame. You can see from COE that Rhys seems to genuinely care about Jack and Ianto, which I presume is from post-Exit Wounds bonding with his wife’s coworkers. And I know that the audiobook Ghost Train has a lot of good Ianto-Rhys bonding, although I just haven’t had the time to listen to it yet. Either way, this fic, and the other fics by this author, are very well-written and beautiful. This one, set circa S2, has just the right amount of angst mixed in as well as you watched Ianto go from reluctantly accompanying Rhys to actually enjoying himself. I definitely enjoyed this fic.

Beast Inside by Flamingbluepanda (@flamingbluepanda)

"Argue with anything else, but don’t argue with your own nature.” - Phillip Pullman

Inside us all, there is an animal that expresses our soul. How would the world change were those animals outside?

(janto & others | complete | mature | 26K)

Nik: Admittedly, this one is also a bit biased because the author is my friend and I am their loyal occasional beta, but I started reading it before I met the author. Although daemons do come from His Dark Materials, they have become a sort of AU on their own, and thus, you do not need to have read HDM to read this excellent fic. I definitely have not. There is angst, there is fluff, there is canon compliance. And there is Dai. Dai, Rhys’s corgi daemon, is probably not the one you would expect to steal the show, but he stole my heart. (I mean, Navi and Emma, Jack’s bear daemon and Ianto’s terrier daemon, adorable respectively...but Dai!) Expect to fall in love with Dai by ths end of this fic!

To Let by Amand_r

Ianto Jones is a good housemate.

(janto & lisaianto | complete | not rated | 12K)

Nik: Now this fic is a little bit different from the rest because it is not only second person POV but is also outside POV, which makes it slightly odd to read at first. But I can assure you, it is most definitely worth it. Ianto’s unnamed housemate makes for an interesting perspective into Ianto’s personal and domestic life as well as exploring his relationship with Jack. His housemate, of course, doesn’t remain one-sided, with loss and love and life of his own, but you can tell that his bond with Ianto is genuine. This fic provides a nice break from the explicit canon while still exploring familiar events.

Your Job Knows What It Is by ShastaFirecracker

Torchwood Three, 2045. Bram Hudson's just been recruited by Jack Harkness, it's xir first day of work, and orientation is being handled by some old man named Jones.

(janto | complete | gen | 9K)

Nik: Okay, I lied. This fic is outsider POV as well, but Bram is so well-written and complex even from the short while we have with xem. As an alternate to the previous fic, this one provides great, interesting exploration into a future, slightly different Torchwood while also serving as a COE fix-it fic. Older Ianto is just as badass as when he was younger, and the insights into his relationship with Jack are sweet and will leave you craving more.

Worrisome Heart by thepsychicclam

It's 1922. Ianto accidentally stumbles upon a speakeasy owned by Captain Jack Harkness. When Ianto becomes a bartender, he quickly learns how dangerous everything around him truly is, and more importantly, how dangerous Jack is. But the longer he knows Jack, the more he doesn't care.

(janto | complete | explicit | 42K)

Nik: This fic, this series in fact, is one of the only complete Historical AUs I have found in this fandom. Set in 1922 New York, it features all our beloved characters as completely human and sans Torchwood and aliens, which - of course - means that they can feel a bit OOC at first. Still, as you read on through this fic and its three sequels, you will realize just how well adopted the events and characterization from canon are. If you going in thinking of this as original work rather than fic, it might help you adjust to the differences. Quite well-written!

Intersecting Geodesics by NancyBrown

Stuck in a time with a Jack who hasn't met him yet, all Ianto wants is a way home.

(janto & jackjohn | complete | mature | 37K)

Nik: There are numerous “Ianto gets sent into the future by the Rift or an artifact and meets past!Jack” fics existing in this fandom, but this is one of my favorites. For one, it’s written by the incomparable author who has many, many excellent fics that I like. (Their smut is seriously topnotch, especially for some of your kinkier tastes if said tastes exist.) The distanced younger Jack provides just the right amount of angst, and his eventual fall for Ianto is built-up just enough to work believably. The resolution is satisfying enough, and the author has a few other fics in this series to keep you going!

For Captain and Cardiff by blackhemlock

"At midnight, a nationwide security alert was sent out... Torchwood London, demands all agencies' cooperation in issuing an arrest warrant for Ianto Merric Jones, 24, of Cardiff."

Torchwood Three's Archivist has gone rogue. But, he does have a very good reason, and he looks stunning in his new suit.

(janto & tenjack | complete | gen | 42K)

Nik: Admittedly, I will often be picky in my fics featuring the Tenth Doctor because of how he mistreated Jack, but this fic features a true-to-canon portrayal of Ianto and the Doctor that I adore. It does well in building up your expectations of Ianto and the Doctor’s encountering and then subverting it. There is also good room for Jack-Ianto angst, which only adds to my enjoyment of the fic. I don’t necessarily know how to explain it, but this fic also feels sleek and modern despite its timey-wimey elements.

What Dreams May Come by AVAAntares (@avaantares)

It's bad enough that a plague of alien parasites have fallen through the rift and are preying on Cardiff's citizens. It's worse that someone from Jack's past has come from the future to confront him on Earth. But when Jack himself is taken by the rift, Ianto and Gwen are forced to rely on the most unlikely of allies to keep Torchwood running without him.

Stranded in another century on a distant planet, Jack has only one hope of returning to Earth. But time travel with the Doctor has never been an exact science, and when he returns to Cardiff, things are not at all as he expects to find them...

(janto | complete | teen | 88K)

Nik: Honestly, I think one of my favorite parts of this fic may be the inclusion of an OC, Jamiya Thane, AKA Jack’s mother. I’m just a sucker for fandom’s takes on Jack’s canonical family and past as Javic Thane from Boeshane, and this plays into it well. It’s endearing to watch Jack’s found family, especially Ianto, interact with his mother. Also included is a rather brilliant time-travel mystery that will tug at your heartstrings on many levels. Excellent soft Jack-Ianto content in chapters and a creepy use of a one-off Doctor Who creature.

Ghost Story by Mad_Maudlin

I called out. "Would you like to hear a ghost story?"

For a moment Jack didn't move, and I knew he'd recognized my voice. After a moment he said, flatly, "I don't believe in ghosts."

"It's a complicated story," I admitted, and pulled the watch from my pocket by the chain. "And it starts with 'Long ago and far away.'"

(janto | complete | teen | 70K)

Nik: This fic! I passed this fic many times on my search for new fics to read, and the summary always threw me a bit, but when I decided to take a chance on it, I realized what I’d been missing out on. There’s so many fics in this fandom, and on this list, that take familiar tropes but twist them into something new, just like this fic. Without giving too much away, I can say that this fic features Time Lords, pocket watches, shifting POVs, and a COE fix-it, all packed with a brow-raising plot twist. It’s enough to make me forgive the first person POV, which I can usually not stand but actually works quite well for this fic! A fic worth reading at least once, if not many times. It feels so utterly unique!

Time Tracks by Cyborgtamaki (@cyborgtamaki) and thirteeninafez (@thirteeninafez)

It took him a second to realise what had happened; what had felt like hours while travelling through the rift shrunk itself in his head to a mere instant of searing gold. That’s when the flicker of the fire in front of him finally registered through his confused daze. In his haste to get away from the flames around him, he slipped and fell, scrambling back until he was a safe distance away from the smoke and the heat. It was only then that he took notice of the voices behind him. He turned towards the noise of a deep, northern voice spluttering and saying, confused and almost angry: “Who the hell are you?” The man rolled over onto his knees and stood up, looking around like he’d never seen a street before. “Jones.” He sounded uncertain but then spoke again with more confidence. “Ianto Jones.”

(janto & ninerose | complete | teen | 174K)

Nik: There’s many “Ianto travels with the Ninth Doctor and Rose” fics in this fandom, but this one is the longest, most recent, and one of the most excellent that I’ve read. The authors have written in-depth chapters of the Doctor Who Season 1 episodes we already know and adore as well as adding their own unique “episodes,” all of which are deeply enjoyable. There is excellent character interactions, specifically a wonderful Rose-Ianto friendship, and so much soft Jack-Ianto. The authors have, personally, promised several more installments coming by the end of the year or later, and they are sure to be worth the wait!

Club Wales by pocky_slash

In the wake of Jack's disappearance, Gwen finds comfort in a new friendship with Ianto. Gossip, bonding, and other hijinks of understanding ensue.

(gwenrhys & janto | complete | teen | 19K)

Nik: This author is single-handedly a Gwen-Ianto dynamic icon. Their grasp on Gwen and Ianto’s respective characterization is brilliant, and their friendship in this fic, and any fic the author writes, is well-fleshed out and believable enough for the moments we only really see on-screen briefly in the show. This fic, and overall series, serves as a compelling insight into how the team originally views Jack and how Gwen and Ianto grow closer. Gwen truly was one of Ianto’s big sister figures, which is excellently reflected in this fic. A must read!

Just this once by Beleriandings (@ultraviolet-eucatastrophe)

(Everybody lives.)

(Or: when a certain Doctor arrives to save Owen Harper from a stricken nuclear power station, it begins a chain of events that will lead Torchwood Three down a very different path. From time locks and telepathy to tea and coffee, high-speed chases to unresolved sibling issues, their new lives (and new and old loves) may be different, but their bonds of friendship and family grow stronger every day. But when every child on earth starts speaking with one voice, the team are torn apart again as they’re forced to fight for their lives, and to confront monsters they’d thought they’d left behind in the past. But with all of them working together – along with some allies they’ve made along the way – Torchwood Three will stop at nothing to save their friends and set the world to rights. The consequences will ripple out across the universe and into the distant future. But they have to start somewhere, and the present is as good a place as any.)

(janto & others | complete | teen | 239K)

Nik: Many fics are post-Exit Wounds and COE fix-its, at the same time, but dare I say that this one is the best? (Or one of the best at least.) The Tenth Doctor receives his own iconic “Everybody lives” moment, but that is only where this fic BEGINS. This beautiful monster, which I mean in the very best sense considering its length, traverses Exit Wounds, COE, and slightly Miracle Day and gives everyone a happy ending. In addition, the author, another friend of mine, I’ll be honest, manages to redeem and humanize Gray in a way I didn’t think possible, but I actually found myself liking him. This is definitely a must, must read, especially if you’re new to the fandom or just finished having your heart thrown out.

The Stars Might Stick You Where You Stand by methylethyl

Following the fall of Torchwood One, Jack Harkness went to ask Torchwood Three for a job. He didn’t expect to fall a little bit in love with its director, the practical and ever-calm Ianto Jones. He also probably didn’t expect that Ianto Jones would end up holding the answers to his most precious secret.

(janto | complete | explicit | 20K)

Nik: I’ll be honestly - I’m a sucker for role reversal AUs in any fandom, and this is one fic I see rarely mentioned or recced, which I think is a damn shame. It is definitely in my top five fics; I adore it so much. Jack is cast in the role of Ianto, gunning for a job at Torchwood Three after the fall of Canary Wharf. His “Lisa” is his desperate, life-long search for his brother Gray who was taken by Torchwood when they were both children. Ianto is, obviously, the immortal director of Torchwood Three, but what makes him even more compelling is the lack of direct reference to his AU past. We don’t know who this Ianto Jones was before he, like Jack, arrived in Cardiff in the 1800s, newly-immortal and ensnared into working for Torchwood. Instead, this fic, and series, focuses on a stretch of episodes from Season 1 intermingled with elements from Season 2, as well as subverting the expected team relationships. Jack and Ianto are believably different but still realistic in their characterization, and look, I adore this AU, which I’ve already said. A personal favorite and must read!

Cling to the Ways of My Name by engagemythrusters ( @iianto-jones)

If Ianto Jones thought his legacy would die out with him in Thames House, he was dead wrong.

(janto & gwenrhys | complete | teen | 37K)

Nik: Hopefully, you’ve already read this fic by now. If not, may I dare ask what you’ve been doing with your life? This is one of my favorite fics of all-time in this fandom, as well as my favorite kidfic ever. It’s so well-written and just so damn unique. I cannot capture in words what makes it so special, although I will try. Ioan Jones is the sweetest janto baby ever, and I love him with all my heart. Jack’s adventures raising Ioan are just so endearing, and later installments, which feature Ianto, serve to satisfy the domestic Jack-Ianto as parents craving you might not even have known you had. There’s just so many little details about this fic I love, including but not limited to - Jack’s found family in the Joneses, Ioan-Anwen friendship, and Ioan loving blue. A definite must read fic to give you the serotonin you need.

Waking Gods by toldthestars

Why are Ianto's dreams coming true? What's in the box with the symbol on it? Oh, and while we're at it, what's the meaning of the life?

(janto | complete | not rated | 7K)

Nik: This fic is another one with a completely unique premise in this fandom. In fact, there is only one other fic I’ve read that even gives me similar “vibes” for this fic. Here, Ianto suddenly finds himself gaining powerful, unexplainable abilities, essentially becoming a god, and oh my, this is excellent. Ianto is just trying to do good in the world, and the team’s growing fear and distrust of him and his power really sucker-punches you straight in the heart. It’s all so beautifully-written, with powerful imagery that left me awe-struck. The janto angst is oh-so-excellent. Reading this fic for the first time is an experience that I don’t believe can be replicated.

fool me once, fool me twice by princessoftheworlds (aka me)

When, after the events at the House of the Dead, the Rift spits Ianto out on an alien planet a thousand years later, so begins a goose chase that will take him across the universe and across time until he finds Jack again.

(janto & others | complete | explicit | 52K)

Nik: What kind of fic writer would I be if I created a list of fic recs for Torchwood and did not include one of my own? I consider this fic my masterpiece. The House of the Dead!Ianto get sucked through the Rift and spat out across time and space, turned into another fixed point, as he begins his search for Jack. I don’t know if I can say much else without it sounding like bragging, but it features - in no particular order - a happy ending for one, Ianto getting some badass adventures of his own, a sorta redemption arc for John Hart, numerous references to Big Finish, and too many spinoffs with more to come! Give it a shot, why don’t you?

#torchwood #torchwood fic recs #janto #jack harkness #ianto jones #gwen cooper #toshiko sato #owen harper #nik's fic recs #nik's torchwood fic recs #i'll figure out an actual tag later tbh #i wrote this all out in three hours #so i spent TIME on it #hope this doesn't flop lmao cause i could have and should have been studying #three upcoming midterms #and now i'm rambling

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#roger taylor fanfic #rogertaylor #queenfanfiction #queen fanfiction #poly queen

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2018 Fic Roundup

This is a list of fics (in no particular order) I read last year. Many of these I finished. Some of them I started and didn't finish because it turned out they weren't for me. Others are rereads. Thanks to all the wonderful authors who fill fandom with life.

Watson's Folly by Diana Williams

John Watson, the new Earl of Saughton, is madly in love with the beautiful Mary Morstan. But he has returned from the Peninsular War to find his family on the brink of ruin and his ancestral home mortgaged to the hilt. He has little choice when he is introduced to Mycroft Holmes, a civil servant of apparently unlimited wealth and no social ambitions for himself - but with his eyes firmly fixed on a suitable match for his only brother, the unorthodox and irascible Omega Sherlock Holmes. Can John forget the woman he loved and find happiness with a man so very different from his lost love?

To the Sticking Place by blueink3

Renowned Shakespearean actor Sherlock Holmes has finally burned all of his bridges in the theatre industry save for his constant director, Greg Lestrade. John Watson has made a name for himself in the musical theatre circuit, but age and injury are working against him. Can they reinvent themselves for an all-male Macbeth without killing one another?

The Yellow Poppies by SilentAuror

Sherlock is threatened and assaulted in the hospital immediately after having been shot in the heart, first by Mary, then by Magnussen. As he recovers at Baker Street with John and plans the attack on Appledore with Mycroft, he fights to work through the trauma caused by these two visits. Set during His Last Vow.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel

They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril.

They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear.

Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”

Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods.

Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

The Sock Index by distantstarlight

John and Sherlock live at 221 B Baker Street. Everything is back to normal with the long-time friends....or is it?

The Shop Boy by EventHorizon

Sometimes, taking care of Sherlock had its benefits...

The School Boy by EventHorizon

As Mycroft and Lestrade pursue their own relationship, Sherlock learns the meaning of friendship with the new boy in his school, John Watson.

The Science of Musicality by circ_bamboo

Classical musician AU: Sherlock is a professional solo violinist, and John is his new accompanist collaborator. They've got a recital in three months, and someone doesn't want them to do it.

The Riven Crown by The_Kingmaker

‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’

The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin's life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.

Then there is the matter of the gold...

Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?

The Men Who Talked Between the Words by Odamaki (locked to Ao3)

John expected to be a father some day; he expected to have the house, and the wife and the nice suburban job. Sherlock never expected to have children, in part because he never expected to make it past 30. As it turns out, you don't get a choice. Crammed into Baker Street with a baby, John struggles with single-parenthood and his own fears, while Sherlock treads the fine line between doing too little and saying too much.

The Guarded Secret by mycapeisplaid

After his war injury, John feels broken, small, and useless. On a whim, he takes a position as a security guard of sorts at the gorgeous Holmes Hall in Yorkshire. As it turns out, he is not as broken, small, or useless as he thinks. A story of beauty and blossom, murder and mystery, loss and love.

The Clash of Storm and Sea by QuinnAnderson

Music School AU. The first time John heard Sherlock play, he knew he was done for. Johnlock.

The Burning Heart by May_Shepard

When Sherlock dies, John Watson feels like his life is over too. He’s completely shut down, until Mark Morstan, a new nurse at John’s medical clinic, catches his attention, and helps him uncover the long buried truth of his attraction to men.

Although he’s certain he’ll never get over Sherlock, John plans to move on, and build a new life with Mark, unaware that Sherlock is not quite as dead as he appears, and that Mark is hiding secrets of his own.

The Bluest of Blue by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John

John Watson's 10th season as a Denali National Park Ranger was shaping up to look like all the years before.

Until a special team from Europe was flown into the Park for a summer-long wolf-tracking research project, and the head of that research team was wearing a perfectly tailored suit.

Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John

All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair.

That's all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition.

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada and ShinySherlock (locked to Ao3)

Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose--is it a pirate's life for him?

The Bells of King’s College by SilentAuror

It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Summit Fever by J_Baillier

After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

Share the Stars with You by EventHorizon

Set in Victorian times, we find Mycroft as a sedentary man of wealth and power and Greg as an explorer, a true man of action. Given their opposite natures, could it be these two might actually achieve the one thing neither has ever thought possible - finding someone to love?

School for Scandal by rubberbird

Sherlock lusts from afar. John tries to fool himself.

Saving Sherlock Holmes by earlgreytea68

Sherlock Holmes, schoolboy. Yeah, that basically sums it up.

Performance in a Leading Role by Mad_Lori

Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world?

Paradigm Shift by distantstarlight

Sherlock Holmes is the world's only consulting detective. He's also a virgin, and has staunchly remained that way. One night he's on a case like normal but he sees someone who after a single glance turns everything Sherlock thought he knew about himself completely around. Enter one John Watson, doctor, soldier....stripper?

In the Still of the Night by SilentAuror

As locals on the Northeastern coast begin to report UFO sightings, life at Baker Street becomes significantly awkward as John brings up his desire for more than friendship and Sherlock refuses him. They embark on the investigation from the confines of the tiny cottage Mycroft has rented for them, attempting to navigate both the clues of the case as well as their own inability to communicate...

In Search of a Word: A Symphony of First Times by queenfanfiction

There is a new concertmaster at the London Symphony, and John Watson is starting to fall a little bit in love with both the music and the man making it.

How Long? by TheBritishBourbon

Sherlock never got to jump off the roof of St. Barts, he never got the chance. Sherlock was abducted and held for 5 years, but now he has escaped. What awaits him as he returns to reality?

Every Star in the Sky Knows Your Name by Jaune_Chat

Mal's latest pair of passengers slowly reveals they have more of a connection to the crew than anyone would have thought, when Simon discovers that Sherlock and his sister had been in the same government program over a decade and a half apart. Sherlock's friend John, his rescuer and keeper, tells the crew the story of living a life on the run, something that is both less and more familiar than anyone expects.

Enigma by khorazir

It’s the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies' encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the arrival of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy.

Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction

"If Sherlock's brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse." Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.

Butterbeer by green_violin_bow

One of very few students left at Hogwarts over the Christmas holiday, final-year Slytherin student Mycroft Holmes finds himself thrown together with Gryffindor Quidditch team captain Greg Lestrade. An unlikely friendship, but one that blossoms in the huge, mostly-empty castle.

Boyfriend Material by PoppyAlexander

Boston Brawlers' team captain John Watson longs for two things: a championship before he retires, and a boyfriend. Assigned to room with goaltender Sherlock Holmes--known around the league as both a genius and a "weird dude"--on Brawlers' roadtrips, John discovers the things they have in common that lead to an easy friendship and a convenient arrangement.

Slow-burn, adversaries-to-friends-to-lovers, romantic comedy.

Alternate Universe - Sports/Ice Hockey

Babylon by BeautifulFiction_FMA

Two years after retrieving his brother's body from the Gate of Truth Edward Elric is still paying the price. Will his debt ever be repaid, or will it finally cost him everything? (Originally published 2007 on fanfiction.net and livejournal)

An improbable love by slowroad

Sherlock is a famous violinist who is going through a bit of a slump. He's lonely and miserable. It has been three years since John was invalided home from Afghanistan. He's slowly getting his life together, but he's lonelier than he's ever been. And then, the the two of them meet…

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore

Post Series 3. Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world ...and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee

Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab.

Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters?

{SPOILER: Of course not. That would be boring.}

Guarantee there will be drama. And explosions. And Will is gonna do something cocky and stupid. Really good chance for some zero-gravity boinking (bet ya didn't even know you needed that in your life).

Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off.

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird

Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

#fanfic #fanfiction #ficrec #fic rec #bbc sherlock fanfic

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Femslashreviewfest Day 13

A happy fic. (December 29, 2017) Title: (Un)Expecting Author: queenfanfiction Fandom/Pairing: Doctor Who/Torchwood; Jenny (“The Doctor’s Daughter”)/Alice Carter Summary: Alice can’t say that she or Jenny ever expected this - but then again, ‘unexpected’ doesn’t always mean 'unwelcome.’ Rating: PG Warnings: nothing serious Submitter Notes: (Alice is Jack Harkness’ daughter from “Children of Earth,” by the way.) I’m usually not one for most pregnancy fics. But I still like this one: it’s fpreg that mostly focuses on Jenny preparing to give birth to Alice’s and her daughter.

#Femslashreviewfest #Doctor Who #Torchwood #Day 13

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Young, Poor and Crazy (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/V7FY8o5kbS

My fanfiction (aka the Queen in Highschool fic that no one asked for)

#brianmay #freddiemercury #johndeacon #queen #queenfanfiction #rogertaylor #books #wattpad #amwriting #queen band #deaky #deacy

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AO3 FANFICTION - Silhouettes (Bucky Barnes/Reader) PART 1

Title: Silhouettes (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2470

Warning(s): None

The Reader and Bucky are on the run. (Post-Winter Soldier/Pre-Civil War)

After a while, it all became the same.

Every motel, abandoned apartment and low-cost hotel was the same. There was routine when walking around a city – keep your head down and don’t linger in one place for too long. The method and routine was so embedded into your bones that, if you managed to get a normal life at the end of all of this, you wondered if you would ever be the same.

Being on the run with Bucky was eventful, to say the least.

Not in the “we’ve just been spotted, quick, let’s shoot our way out of this”, but more in the lines of something began to happen to the both of you.

For a long time, neither of you even acknowledged it. When you would secure a new place to live, it was usually a sparsely furnished apartment, long abandoned by its previous owner. You both shared a mattress on the floor, but even that was something that didn’t always happen. You would keep as much space between you as you could. Sometimes you took turns keeping watch just in case any prying eyes had managed to spot you entering the city. Even though you both chose to live in the tiny apartment, sharing a space with each other, you’ve never felt further from anyone in your life.

What also became the same, or at least, you couldn’t tell the difference anymore, was who or what you would be running from. The line between SHIELD and HYDRA had long since blurred. Mercenaries trying to pick up extra money tried to get you or Bucky or both of you, and always ended up dead on the floor of your tenement. That was when you had to move to a new city.

Bucky had been the only constant.

Neither of you said it, but you both knew it was there – the need of each other. The need to help each other survive, thrive and cope.

When winter came in Finland that was when you realised the need to keep him with you was something else entirely. It was something deeper. You remember that night so clearly. The problem with abandoned apartments was that usually their amenities were shut off. Sometimes you could be lucky and stumble across one that still had their water supply. That was all you needed, really.

The night only grew colder with every passing hour. That, combined with the darkness of the night and the pelting of snow and hail against the windows, just made the night unbearable. The radiators and heating throughout the apartment were long cut off, and were practically slabs of ice against the dark walls. Knowing this would happen, you had bought extra blankets in an effort to keep you and Bucky warm during the night. It wasn’t enough. It didn’t stop your fingers growing numb or your body from trembling with every breath you took.

Your body trembled even as you tugged your blankets tighter around yourself. You were a trained soldier – trained to deal with bullets and poison and extreme weather conditions. But this was unlike anything you had ever encountered.

Bucky shook slightly behind you. He was faring better than you, as he should. He had more body mass to work off of. You looked over your shoulder to him. The night was dark – you could barely make out the outline of his body.

“Are you okay?” his voice almost made you jump. You never spoke during the night. When you turned in for bed, you normally fell asleep straight away. Neither of you were getting sleep because of the cold.

You gave him a dry laugh. “Not really,” your voice was muffled through the blanket you had close to your mouth. The next step to getting warm would literally be crawling into your sleeping bag and never coming out again.

He looks over his own shoulder. A frown settles on his own as his eyes see your hands trembling. He turns around until he’s facing you. “You’re practically blue,” he says reaching out with his flesh hand. His fingers run along your cheek. Whether it’s the warmth from his hands or something else entirely, a shiver runs up your spine.

“It’s only going to get worse,” he says, lying down on his back and outstretching his metal arm over the pillows. He’s wearing one of the thick hoodies you liked seeing him in, and the ones you’ve stolen from him one too many times to keep yourself warm during the days. You realise almost a second too late that he’s waiting for you to move over towards him.

“I’ll be fine,” you said quickly. Your training kicks in so quickly – shut down the walls, kick everyone out. Don’t be weak.

He frowns at you. “If you want to freeze to death during the night, fine. That’s your call. But I won’t let you.”

The night was only going to get colder. The last time you had checked the time, it was seemingly an hour ago at midnight. You were both losing sleeping over it. You looked at him then at the free space between you.

“Just for the night,” you mumbled and shuffled over to his side. Even through the huddle of blankets wrapped around the both of you, and the sleeping bags you were both in, you felt slightly warmer now pressed to him. You pillowed your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arm around his chest. He pulled over the thick woollen blanket over the both of you.

“Better?” Bucky asked.

You nodded against his shoulder. You were still shaking slightly, but you were warmed than you had been moments before. Your eyelids suddenly grew heavy, and you closed your eyes. For the first time in a few days, you were letting the tiredness in your bones finally bring you down into sleep. There wasn’t anything to look out for. The cold was chased away. Everything was okay – now you could sleep.

Bucky’s other arm went around you as he kept you close to his side.

When you woke up the next morning, you had to fight the urge to break away and attack. During the night you and Bucky had moved so that now he was behind you, his arms around your chest and waist. Once the urge to attack was gone, you relaxed back onto the mattress.

The room was bright. The snow outside only reflected bright white light into the room, through the newspapers you and Bucky had stuck to the windows to keep prying eyes out. With every breath you took and exhaled, you watched it fog into the air. It was still unbearably cold. You dreaded the fact that eventually you had to move and get up. You were warm.

After a moment you felt Bucky move, he shuffled closer to you. His arms tightened around you, bringing your closer to him.

You should have stopped it. The instinct to shut out slowly crept back in. You should roll out of his embrace now and stand up. Get out of his hold and leave. Maybe go to the market at the end of the street. Do anything but stay here with him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you stayed in his arms, shuffling back slightly until your back was pressed against his chest. Bucky snuffled and his arms tightened around you.

That was how you spent the winter. Some of the nights were bearable, and you could manage to keep yourself warm without the need for him. On the nights that it was cold, though it was never as bad as that night, you found yourself crawling over to Bucky’s side. It was something that just became easier over time, and eventually became second nature. As soon as he was down on the mattress, you curled around him, and his arms wrapped around you.

When spring came around, you both decided to get moving. The only reason you spent so long in Finland was because of the snow. You couldn’t move from Helsinki, but you did plan your next movement. Bucky was in the kitchen shovelling the last of your food into your backpacks while you poured over a map spread out on the small kitchen table.

“What about Saint-Petersburg?” you called out to him.

He looked over his shoulder at you. “What about it?”

He walked over to the table and dropped your bags on to the table and stood to your side. Even standing close to you now, you had to take a small step sideways just to put some distance between you both. You point to the railway you’re talking about. “Trains run throughout Europe,” you explained to him, “if he grabbed one going into Saint-Petersburg, we could make a run for anywhere else in mainland Europe.”

Running with Bucky was confusing and irritating at the best of times. You knew how to disappear and put as much distance between you and your enemies as possible. But that’s where the problem was. Who were your enemies? SHIELD? HYDRA? Both? More importantly, who were your friends?

You look over to Bucky whose eyes are running over the map. He nods firmly at the plan you have.

“Let’s go then.”

Getting from country to country was remarkably easy.

You and Bucky used every alias under the sun. Some boarders you’ve crossed meant having to jump over the fence, others through trekking over hills and mountains. You try to avoid transport, but sometimes it was needed.

The train you were on was one of the better experiences. No one looked your way. Most of them were either asleep or too invested in working by their laptops or phones. It was only halfway through the journey where you finally relaxed back into the chair though. You still couldn’t figure out how to turn off the niggling little voice in the back of your head telling you to watch everyone.

You looked out the window of the train and watched the landscape speed by. Looking over to Bucky, a soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips. He rested his head against the glass of the window, his eyes shut. Every so often, his eyelids would flicker. There were too many times during that winter where you had woken up to him having a nightmare. He had been through more than you. In those months you learned how to help him through it. When he would wake up, you always made him look at you and remind him that he’s in the present with you. The people who hurt him are dead.

His eyes opened.

“Stop watching me,” he said lowly.

You folded your arms over your chest and settled back into your seat. “You’re cute when you’re asleep,” you smirked at him. It only grew when he glared at you.

“The last person to call me cute was a mark,” he told you quietly, leaning forward in his seat slightly, “and he ended up thrown out a window.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “He? Why Bucky Barnes, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“You’re close to following him.”

“It would cause quite the scene.”

“I don’t care.”

“You wouldn’t have a travelling companion anymore.”

“A blessing in disguise.”

You put your hand over your heart. “You wound me, Barnes. You really do.”

He looks unimpressed by your comments, and instead pulls the peak of his cap down over his eyes and relaxes back into his seat.

You tilt your head. “I wonder how much I could get for pictures of a sleeping Winter Soldier?” you muse, chuckling to yourself when he flips you off.

Before settling on a place to stay, you and Bucky always weigh out the pros and cons of it beforehand. Low-budget hotels had amenities, but you had to keep up appearances under an alias. It wasn’t the most difficult thing to do, but it required too much effort. Abandoned apartments didn’t need any of that, but amenities were often shut off by the previous owner. You had spent the entire winter without heat, so you were glad when Bucky suggested staying in a hotel for a few weeks.

He talked with the receptionist – a woman who smiled too brightly and wore too much makeup. You stood just behind Bucky, watching over your shoulder. It was still there, the need to check and make sure that you weren’t followed. Saint-Petersburg was a quick stop. You wouldn’t be staying here long, just until you could get back into mainland Europe.

Bucky had been talking about Bucharest for a while. You were happy to stay off the radar.

After spending a season in his arms, you regretted to inform yourself that you couldn’t sleep without him. The room you had gotten had two single beds, separated by a bedside cabinet. You tossed and turned for an hour after you both settled down for the night, eventually lying on your back and looking over to him.

“I can hear you thinking,” he grumbled against the pillow. He rubbed his face and looked up at you. Even through the darkness, you could see how blue his eyes were.

You fidgeted with the blankets before lying on your side, facing him. “It’s just…it’s nothing.”

Bucky stared at you levelly for a moment. “For an assassin, you’re a terrible liar.”

You smirked at him. “I’ve never had to lie to anyone. They end up dead either way.”

Bucky rolled onto his side to face you, his metal arm folded under the pillow. “What’s wrong?” he asked again.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

“I just…I mean, we spent three months sleeping together – not like that! – never like that,” you rushed to explain. A faint smile was tugging at the corner of his lips. You rubbed your hand over your face. “Just go back to sleep and leave me alone.”

You rolled over on to your other side and tugged the blankets around you. The room was silent.

Eventually you heard the other bed creak with movement, and the soft padding of feet along the carpeted floor. You looked over your shoulder and frowned when you saw Bucky shuffling over to your bed.

“What in God’s name-”

“-Move over doll,” he said drily, gesturing for you to move over. You looked at him levelly for a second, but you eventually moved. The single bed was not built for two people, let alone someone as built as Bucky plus your body next to his.

You sighed when Bucky settled on the bed. He wrapped his arms around you, your back pressed you his chest.

“Happy?” he mumbled.

You wanted to argue that this isn’t what you wanted, but you’d be lying. He’d know.

Wordlessly, you closed your eyes and nodded.

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Fanfiction: How Can We Say Forever by: queenfanfiction

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glamorous-rockabilly · 10 years

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Requested Fanfiction Reader x Character "I am here..I'll always be"

So ,this is a fanfic requested by a girl named Regi ( just to explain the name appearing in the story). Her blog's name is @Freddie-and-I-got-stayingpower. Nice blog, you should take a look ^---^ Well,the story is baout Freddie being sad cause of smtg..and Regi, here mentioned as a longtime friend of Freddie is ther to comfort him. Story title " I am here..I'll always be" __________________________________________________________ The phone rang in the middle of the night and it fetched Regi out of her sleep. “Goddamit!”, she frowned as she turned around in bed and decided to simply ignore the loudly ringing phone. She let it ring several times and with each time the phone’s loud and unbelievably annoying ringing seemed to become even louder and louder. Regi frowned again and burried her head under her pillow .But the more she tried to ignore the phone’s ringing the more it seemed to drill into her head. “ GODDAMIT, WHY DON’T YOU JUST HANG UP? IT’S ONE IN THE MORNING!”, she suddenly shouted at her phone as if she tried to be heard by the person on the other side of the telephone handset. All of a sudden she threw her pillow straight to the phone and frowned again as she missed it. “ Fine”,she hissed and managed to get herself outta bed, moving slowly and sluggish. As she finally reached the phone it still rang. There must have been someone really obstinate on the phone. Who the hell would stay on the phone and wait that long ‘til someone will finally pick it up ..at this time..in the middle of the fucking night…. “ It better be really fucking important!”, she hissed into the handset not even caring for who ever was on the other side. She was really..really pissed . Whoever dares to wake her up in the middle of the night might as well have to take the consequences. … “Regi?”, a faint voice was to be heard from the other side of the handset. It was Freddie. He sounded a little bit…needy .“ Yeah, yeah Regi here. What is it, Fred ? You know what time it is ?” , she asked still sounding slightly annoyed. Freddie usually didn’t use to call her that late. That idiot surely was just drunk..or…or… something happened..something bad. Regis eyes widened as these thoughts crossed her mind. Shit. What if he just had a really fucking bad day and wanted to talk to her..Or something happened to him.. and she simply yells at him.…”Good job,girl”, she thought to herself as she sighed and ran an hand through her messy brown hair.” Why you callin’?”, she calmly asked but she got no response. A sniff was all Regi could hear. “ Freddie !? Are you okay? “she now nearly shouted in the handset. No response either. No doubt. There was definitely something wrong with him. Her anger quickly turned into worry. “Freddie?!”, she called out once again hoping to finally get to an answer. Silence. No word was coming from the other side of the phone. Regi sighed again and tried listen carefully . He was still there. Thank god, he was still on the phone. She actually needed to listen really closely to hear anything. All she could her was him breathing and sniffing a bit quietly. . . . “Do you want me to come over, honey “, Regi broke the silence and she seemed to hit the point , cause finally she got a response from the man on the other side of the phone. “Y..yes”, he muttered lsounding pretty ropey…whiney…..glum.”Okay,darlin’. Imma come over. Will be there in a sec..”, she gently whispered into the phone trying to calm her friend once more. “Please, don’t do anything stupid…” she added hesitantly ,just before she hung up and hurried to him. It didn’t take her that much time to get to Freddie’s. She knocked on the door, wheezing. She ran all the way up to Freddie’s house. There was no time to waste if there was something wrong with her little protégé. They knew each other quite a long time and he’d been there for her whenever she felt bad. Friends to that. So she knocked and waited for Freddie to open the door. Nothing happened “ aww c’mon “she sighed and just as she wanted to knock once again, the door slowly opened and Freddie stood in front of her, looking pale and ..just like he had cried..a lot. “ Oh god. What happened!”, she rushed forward and reached out for Freddie to hug him. He responded the hug and wrapped his arms her body, hugging her tight. “I am so glad you’re here, my dear”, he whispered into Regis ear making her hug him even tighter. After a while Regi broke the hug and placed her hands on the taller mans shoulders looking directly in his reddened eyes.” What’s wrong,huh ?” “It’s about…about Mary.” “Mary..?”, she looked at him puzzled. “she ..left me” Mary left him. Why would she do that..They were..like..soulmates…” We sould go talking inside, shall we ?”, she whispered gently stroking Freddies cheeks. He simply nodded and leaded Regi in with a wink of his hand. She quitly followed him into the living room where he already had prepared some tea. “I thought you might want some tea, my dear..” ,he said while puring some hot tea in two little cups. Regi nodded and sat down waiting for Freddie to sit down as well. “Well..”, he said handing her a cup of tea as he sat down next to her,”It is all pretty complicated..” “What happened—“ “Well, Mary left me..today” “Yeah, … ..but why?” Freddie gulped. “She ..she said she can’t take it anymore..”. “Take what ?”; Regi put down the cup Freddie had handed to him and reached out for his hands,” What did she mean?” “ She …simply said she couldn’t take that masque anymore..”, Freddie quitly said, looking down at his hands. “ What…?What the hell was that supposed to mean…!?”, she nearly shouted. But she decided to calm herself down once more as she felt Freddie’s hands shaking. ”Hey…It’s okay.”, she said stroking along his hands with her thumbs.” Just let it all out, huh.. I am here to listen ..” Freddie said nothing and just kept on staring down at his hands desperately trying to hold back tears. “C’mon, darling. What did she mean? What did she mean she couldn’t take this masque anymore ?”, she asked stroking now over the Persians cheek. “she…said..she couldn’t …live with a lie..and that..she …”, he looked aside as he felt the tears coming.” She said she wants to move on…” “Move…on…?”, Regi sighed and put a hand under Freddie’s chin pulling it gently up to make him face hers ” Well ,then let her if she wants to. “ Freddie looked at her puzzled. “Believe me, if she does love you she’ll know what is best for you!” “What..do you mean…”Freddie said whipping away his tears.” Why’d she leave me if she loves me, huh ?” “I guess she did leave because she loves you! She ..simply wants you to be happy, my dear?..Could you Remember she said, she couldn’t take that masque anymore…She simply wants you to move on, so she leaves. She ..wants you to forget about her and find..your man” She hit the point. “ W-what…”, Freddie tensed and pulled his hands out of Regis.” What do you mean ?!” Regi simply sighed in response and leaned forward” She knows how you feel. I do. We all do, my dear. She wants you to finally be true to yourself. She left you ‘cause she wants you to find to yourself. I think she’ll be coming back again when she thinks it’s the time to. She loves you. She knows what’s best for you.” Freddie glared at her in disbelief and ..suprise. She knew him best. She knew everything best. Just as he wanted to say something in response he bursted out in tears though he tried to hold them all the time. Regi rushed forward and pulled the crying man closer ,hugging him tight. “ Everything will be fine ,my dear! Everything.. Give her some time and, listen to carefully now, try to get along with who you are..and what you like, honey!” Freddie nodded and buried his face in Regis chest, crying ad whimpering. She gently stroked his head and sighed.” What about a nice movie and some hot chocolate, huh ? What do you think ?”, she said smiling gently. Freddie sniffed and raised his head.” You don’t have to stay awake cause of me, dear..”-“ It’s my pleasure and my duty, darling!”, she chuckled…C’mon let’s have a good time,huh?” “ You’re the best, you know that “, Freddie said smiling a little as she got up to make some hot chocolate for them. “Thank you…” “ No need to thank, honey.”, she replied smiling.” That’s what friends are for. She brought the two cups of hot chocolate with a little marshmallow and some vanilla cream on it, just as Freddie always liked it, turned on the TV and sat next to Freddie holding him tight. They spend a wonderful movie night together, laughed, cried and fooled around together, so Freddie forgot nearly all that has been bothering him.

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