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⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Tom Holland - Just Friends? ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

A/N - posting for the first time in forever, this time with a Tom Holland imagine that’s already been on my wattpad for a loooong time. Go check that out though, angeli.marco because I have whole ass collections on there rather than just the odd few one shots.

Warnings - drinking, very light mentions of drugs, swearing. Also its like 5k words so it’s long as well.

Summary - you and tom have been best friends for a long time and inseparable for just as long. The boys welcome you as one of their own, and you’re basically a part of the family. That’s your main issue, because when you begin to harbour feelings for your best friend, you’re not sure if he feels the same.

YOU AND TOM HAVE AN INTENSE FRIENDSHIP, there’s no denying it. In fact, the intensity worries his family, it all happened so fast.

The two of you met about a year and a half ago at your local supermarket. You were just going shopping for some food as you moved to London, and you saw Tom there. You recognised him, but you of course didn’t want to be a bother, so you began to hyperventilate in the bread aisle, thinking you were alone, just when Tom poked his head around the corner.

“You okay, Miss? You sound like you’re dying.” Those were his very first words to you, and you couldn’t even look him in the eye when responding.

“I-I’m fine, tha-thanks Mr Holland.” Could you have been any more awkward?

However, Tom, thankfully, found it endearing, and to this day he still does. A day hasn’t gone by for the last 18 months that the two of you haven’t spent together. Within a week of meeting, you were on first name terms with all of his family and friends, and every second of your lives are spent in each other’s company, simply platonic though - at least for him.

He spends his time with you on pranks, swiftly followed by an apology cupcake (never handmade, at least not by him), and in the evening, he hauls you up to the roof of your apartment building or a spot on his house to get drunk and look at the sky. It’s what you love about him, he incorporates everything the both of you enjoy into your daily lives and it creates this brilliant, inescapable routine of happiness and hangovers, and almost every morning that you wake up with him on the other side of his bed or yours, only to find him half hanging off it, you feel this intense happiness in your chest. That feeling is immediately shut down when you realise that to Tom, you’ll be nothing more than his friend. And in a few months, your whirlwind friendship will be over and he’ll be a stranger to you, a big star you stalk on Instagram, he’ll never be your Tom.

Today, you’d planned to go over to his house as soon as you woke up after spending one of your only ever nights apart, since his parents were out with Paddy, meaning it would only be you two and the boys, whom you also got on well with. He left his door unlocked when he knew you were coming over, something else that confused you, and why would he want you over whilst his parents were absent? Yes, he’s a 23 year old actor, but he’s still a mummy’s boy. You trusted that nothing would happen even though you secretly hoped it would.

On your walk to his house, you text him and get a reply almost immediately, though not what you expect.

YOU - Nearly there :)

TOM - I nicked his phone baby, see you at the door. Harry x

You smile in spite of yourself, shutting your phone off and shoving it in your back pocket with the elegance of a hippo, stumbling over his drive before you even reach his front door. You take a heavy sigh while gathering your dignity, looking up at the house. In the attic, Harrison’s sitting in the window seat, his head in his hands while holding his phone between his shoulder and his ear, another fight in paradise apparently, Sam is in the front room, Tom’s in his bedroom (more precisely in his wardrobe), and Harry is nowhere to be seen. That can only mean trouble.

You open the door and kick your shoes off in the porch, closing the front door as you cautiously open the second, only to be tackled and restrained. Your hands are held behind your back with a strong arm winding around your waist and hot breath fanning your ear.

“Surrender your sweets, baby, or I’ll text your mum from Tom’s phone.” Chirps a voice, cracking a little because you know he’s trying to keep a straight face. How does he always know?

“My back right pocket, be careful or Tom will kill you for laying a hand on me.” You say, and the smirk in your voice is obvious. Within seconds, you’re freed but pulled to the ground by a laughing Harry, laughing so hard his cheeks are a magnificent red and his breathing laboured. “Lovely to see you too Harry.” You say, passing him the packet of skittles that you always carry with you. He takes them gratuitously and stands up first, pulling you up off the floor much to the disappointment of a scowling onlooking Sam, and you race up the stairs to Tom's room.

“Knock knock,” Upon entering, a childish grin is all over your face.

“Did you get my phone off Harry on my way up here?” Tom asks solemnly, not moving from his position virtually inside his man-sized wardrobe. You flop down on his bed which just happens to be far more comfortable than your own, and sigh.

“No, Harry threatened me with it but he loves me enough to hand it over if you want me to get it.” You grin, your eyes glued to him, but he just doesn’t move. “You okay?” You ask and he nods.

“Yeah course baby, why wouldn’t I be?”

There’s something up that you can’t place, so to snap him into action you mention something guaranteed to get Tom riled up. “Your brother trapped me on my way in, if I hadn't made him laugh he would’ve been grabbing my arse to get hold of my sweets.”

Tom spins on his heel, leaping onto the bed beside you. He starts to trace a calloused finger down your face and neck, only stopping at the neckline of your jumper. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

A lump forms in your throat. His touch electrifies your body, making your mind go lax, but you can’t be complacent. You’re just friends, right?

“Of course he didn’t. Now what are we doing today?” You roll off the side of the bed and away from Tom, folding your arms secretively across your chest. You look out the window at the houses across the street, watching cars go by and seeing the leaves flying in the gusts of wind that come every so often, London really can be pretty.

Tom stands up and follows you, his eyebrows knitted together in concern. He places a hand on your shoulder and tilts your chin up to meet his eyes. “Did Harry hurt you? Tell me, please.”

You smile sadly, shaking your head. “He didn’t, he never would, I promise, I just don’t feel great today,” This ends up being the wrong thing to say, because Tom proceeds to place his hand on your forehead and then the sides of your neck, followed by a chaste kiss to your head which makes your whole body feel weightless. His lips are so soft.

“You haven’t got a temperature, maybe Sam’s lunch will make you feel better.”

For the next two hours, the two of you sit a little too much of a respectable distance apart on the sofa while watching your favourite show, LOST. You don’t talk much, but you find his baby brown eyes looking at you and his mouth gaping like a fish every so often, making a fiery blush heat your face and neck. Harry decides to sit in the empty space between the two of you, shortly followed by Harrison who sits on the arm of the sofa with his arm around your shoulders, only leaving when called to help with the lunch by Sam.

“Harry, can you piss off please?” Tom says after a string of continually failing attempts to push his brother from the sofa space between the two of you.

“Why, so you can sit with your girlfriend?” Harry teases, once again making the wrong choice with an already aggravated Tom. The pair leap to their feet, neither wearing slippers, and start legging it around the house.

You can hear the painful thuds of the pair no doubt slamming into walls and leaving dents, the harsh skids of the tiled floor when their socks fall down their heels, the shrieks and yells of disdain between the brothers, and finally the crash, crack and groan sequence of them piled on the floor, with Harrison entangled in them - you can tell from his posh sounding squeak of despair.

Begrudgingly, you stand up and leave the comfort and warmth of your sofa crease and make your way to the kitchen where Sam is blatantly ignoring the existence of his brothers and their imbecility.

“Smells good Sam, sorry about them, it’s my fault.” You say absently, crouching down to untangle the pile of tangled limbs.

“Yeah,” Sam responds with a snort, “it is your fault, they keep fighting because they’ve fallen so madly in love with you and can’t decide who should have you.”

His words make you stop dead in your movements and cause an eerie silence to settle over everyone. For a solid, lengthy minute that feels like an hour, no one moves or speaks or breathes, and you’ve never been so confused in your life. Slowly, you stop trying to help the boys and you stand up.

“I- um, he was joking baby.” Tom stammers, watching you stand up to leave. What is it with that nickname making you feel things?

“Yeah, slip of the tongue love.” Sam adds, leaning over the stove to catch your hand on your way out. You turn to face him, only to have him shoot you an apologetic glance.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll be upstairs, come find me when you’ve grown up.” You say finally, closing the kitchen door on your way out.

As soon as you’re securely in Tom’s room, you clasp your hands together and release a long held groan of desperation, sliding down the back of the door. Circumstance is killing you, why can’t life just be simple? You look around Tom’s room at all of the framed pictures of the two of you hung from his walls, propped up on his window sill, and a special one in a heart on his bedside locker. Since you met, he’s been your one and only. You haven’t even thought about another boy, well, man. What Sam said has to have been a coincidence, Harry can’t like you, or so you tell yourself. It’d be far easier to date Harry than Tom, but it'd ruin your friendship with them both. You let out another groan and sprawl yourself out on Tom's bed. It’s so familiar to you - the duvet, the mattress, the smell that can only be described as Tom, your makeup stains on the pillows, just everything, including a dress of yours in the wardrobe in case you need to get ready at his house.

Your eyes flutter closed and your mind spirals back to the day you met. Even then you were surprised at how laid back he was, until it came to his brothers.

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You look all around your new apartment for a snack, but there’s nothing. Literally nothing except for frozen rice. With a disgruntled moan, you grab your coat and walk down the five flights of stairs to get out of your new building, and walk in the cold London weather and wind to the nearest supermarket. You look inside before entering, and it thankfully seems to be relatively empty, so you shrug off your hood and go inside, only to be met with the sight of your favourite actor, the gorgeous new Spider-Man, Tom Holland. You suffer an internal debate of whether to talk to him or not, and decide against it when your lungs and mind decide to conspire against you.

You quickly run into the bread aisle and think of anything possible to calm you down, but your lungs still don’t want to work, causing your every breath to come out as a laboured whistle. You begin to browse the loaves in an attempt at normality - wholemeal to white, rolls to wraps, but your overdriven brain won’t stop reminding you that your celebrity crush is literally feet away, scrap that, about one foot now since he’s come around the corner.

“You okay, Miss? You sound like you’re dying.” he says to you half jokingly, smiling crookedly at you.

“I-I’m fine, tha-thanks Mr Holland.” you stammer back, immediately face palming and turning away from him, but he’s just laughing at you. “I was hyperventilating because I saw you, even more suave and gorgeous in person.” You say as an attempt to recover, and he seems flattered.

“A fan then. Nice to meet you, now let's shop because this place closes early on Sundays. '' he laughs and swoops up your basket that you’d forgotten about and left strewn across the aisle.

You follow wherever he walks, watching the way his calves tense when he leans up to the top shelves, the way his arse clenches when he’s deep in thought, the way he smiles at you like a newly rehomed puppy whenever you compliment him or try to be humorous.

Towards the end of your shop, you haul him to the alcohol aisle and pile spirits and mixers into your basket by the gallon. “Game recognises game. Wanna get pissed and watch the stars?” He asks, examining a strawberry vodka that you threw into your basket that just so happened to be mainly alcohol with only a couple of essential food items.

You’re more astounded and taken aback than you can ever remember being, but with one look at his beautiful face you agree with a little too much fervour, subsequently knocking your hair free from its bun and making Tom laugh again. You get the urge to elbow him but withhold in order to preserve this new friendship. While you pay, Tom texts his brother who parks outside and collects the shopping from Tom, but not without warning you that he can be a little tactile. You brush him off with a smile and lead Tom back to your apartment.

He insists on carrying all of your shopping bags into your building and convinces you to take the lift up to your flat, wherein you dump everything but three bottles of alcohol before he’s dragging you up the roof and unscrewing a bottle of echo before you even have the door open.

He collapses through the door and out into the fresh air, taking your hand in order for you to follow suit, though a little more gracefully. He passes you the wine and finds a dry piece of roof, upon which he places his jacket down and crashes onto it.

“How come you’re not treating me like a celebrity?” He asks, pulling you down to sit beside him. You think for a moment and eventually shrug, your eyes trailing back to the sky.

“Because you don’t act like a celebrity I suppose.” You respond, taking another swig from the dreadful bottle of wine. “You act like a normal guy, doing grocery shopping, helping me shop, bringing a minging fan such as myself back to my flat and insisting on drinking with me. You act like a nicer version of every other lad our age.”

He leans over you, engulfing you in a hug and grabbing for the vodka and coke. “I think we’re going to be very good friends.”

The next morning, you find the two of you hungover and fully dressed on top of your bed, glass liqueur and wine bottles decorating your floor. All you remember is going shopping, meeting Tom, and getting incredibly drunk while stargazing. Too drunk to viably do anything besides sleep and throw up, the latter of which you hope to god did not happen.

Tom stirs soon after and just hugs your stomach while groaning and rubbing his head, complaining that he’s never going to drink again - which you know will last approximately twelve hours.

You proceed to eat a make-do breakfast, followed by a heavy dose of paracetamol before Tom walks you to his house. He helps you up the step and just shouts, “this is my new best friend, we’ll be in my room!”

You see his family's scepticism from down the hall, but Tom doesn’t seem bothered about them or calling you his new best friend, and that's how it all begins.

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“Lunch!” Comes Sam’s voice from outside the door, snapping you out of your reverie, followed by a click and some footsteps. He sits down beside you on the bed, stroking your hair. He doesn’t need to ask if you’re okay or not, he’s just exceptional at reading people, and he really genuinely cares about everyone. He sits you up and hands you a plate with the kindest smile. You don’t need to tell him how you feel, he can tell that you’re confused and tired and in love with his brother - that happened fast.

“They’re locked in the dining room with Harrison. Honestly, forget about them, my brothers are complete dickheads.” He says, sliding you a plate.

“Trust me, I know. They’re worse than that, I think that's why I love you and your family so much.” You sigh deeply, a tear forming in your eye as you rest your head against Sam’s shoulder and he wraps his spare arm around you. He’s a friend to you, one that isn’t messing with your feelings.

A rap on the door breaks your and Sam's discussion, and Tom enters with his back hunched and frowning. “Hug?” Is all he says. Maybe it's best if you don’t discuss it and go back to normal with both your Tom and Harry, maybe the intensity will die down and you’ll be able to go five minutes without each other.

“Hug.” You say, clambering your way off Tom’s bed and subsequently melting into his grip. He hugs you tighter than ever before, borderline crushing your shoulders and temporarily preventing you from breathing, but hearing the steady thrum of his heartbeat inside his chest is enough, feeling his chest and arm muscles tense and release around you makes you forget what this was all about, it just makes you crave his smell to be all over you, makes you crave his kisses on every inch of your body and not just your cheeks; being this close to him makes you crave the parts of him that you’ve been denied, flaws included.

“I’m gonna leave before something worse starts, catch you downstairs baby.” Sam says, collecting your plates and leaving you chuckling into Tom's chest, still reluctant to let go of him, and he seemed to feel the same. You tilt your head up a little so you’re at the perfect angle to examine every feature of Tom’s face - everything from a tiny part of his face that he missed while shaving, the twinkles of his eyes, his decidedly haywire eyebrows. You lose track of the time that you remain in his grip, but it feels right, with this being quite probably the longest you’ve gone without speaking and your first form of disagreement.

“I love you baby.” He murmurs, squeezing you momentarily tighter before holding you at arm's length. Baby, the nickname that all the Hollands and Harrison insist on calling you, but it ignites a raging fire of longing in your veins whenever Tom says it, especially when it follows those three words.

“You too, T” You reply with a faint hint of sadness tugging at your heart, so you jump up when his back is turned and scruff his hair. “Piggyback please.”

Tom proceeds to give you a purposefully bumpy piggyback down the stairs and out to his garden, where the other three are huddled suspiciously close around a collection of golf clubs. You climb down from Tom’s back and glance up at the winter sunshine, making Tom look borderline ethereal with his smile illuminated by Sol, Norse Goddess of sunlight. He looks perfect, and that's what kills you, you wouldn’t deserve that level of perfection anyway.

You waste the afternoon away by playing back garden golf with a twist, if you miss three shots in a row then you take a shot, it does not end well. The boys swiftly get too competitive and have to drink, leaving you the only sober one between four tipsy lads in their early twenties, and their level of intoxication makes it easier for you to continually beat them.

Early evening comes by, and Harrison seems on edge, making him run upstairs to the attic to answer a phone call, no doubt from his girlfriend. The four of you watch him from the garden - his sighs turn to yells, and his yells soon turn to crying into a pillow.

“Who’s turn is it?” Tom asks, and you raise your hand. You turn to take one last look at the three brothers, all with the same sad smiles and fretful eyes, and you run up all the stairs to the attic where Harrison is now just standing blankly, staring at a wall. Instead of asking or making him talk, you do what Sam did for you, just hug him.

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You wake up in Tom’s arms after a long nap on his sofa post-golf, the other three boys asleep on the sofa beside yours. You smile at the sight, gently nudging Tom awake despite your not wanting to stir him. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps despite his snores. His eyelashes always flutter and his nose twitches while his hair creates all sorts of patterns on the pillows he lies upon.

“Let’s go to the roof, you grab the wine.” you say, watching his perfect brown eyes open and a smile instantly grace his lips upon the sight of you.

You grab some blankets and make your way to the second floor bathroom window where you leave the window propped open for Tom. Just outside is a patch of flat roof that permits the two of you to sit or lie there, stargazing and getting drunk, you’ve even fallen asleep there once or twice, not to mention the mildly illegal substances that you’ve smuggled in.

Tom arrives minutes after you just as night is properly settling in. The stars twinkle in the sky as far as the eye can see, certain stars shining brighter than others and those are the ones that you and Tom have studied over the past year.

“Nigel’s on fire tonight!” He exclaims, pointing towards a star just south-west of Sirius. You stifle a giggle, looking at Tom who passes you a bottle of nice red wine, a rarity for the two of you.

“It's Rigel and you know it.” You return, laying your head on his broad shoulders. He lies his head atop yours, placing kisses to your hairline. You involuntarily let out the faintest hum of agreement, turning your focus away from the longing that’s filling every pore of your body and returning it to the stars which you worship so profusely. You take a swig of wine, handing your bottle back to Tom who just places it down and turns to you.

He looks solemn, business like, this is a Tom that you’re not a fan of at all. “What Sam said earlier…” He starts, but you turn away from his gaze to trace the whole Canis Major constellation with your eyes, focusing on Sirius to will yourself away from crying. Just the thought of what Sam said being true makes you simultaneously joyful and sullen, it makes you want to reach for the stars and cry, but most of all, it just makes you sick, and you know it's not the wine talking.

“Don’t say it, Tom.” You begin. “Don’t you dare start to talk to me about that when I’ve been so painfully in love with you since the moment we met, don’t act like you can brush off what he said as a joke, because if you don’t want me then maybe Harry does.”

You know it’s wrong to be saying all of this, so wrong, but all of a sudden, your mouth stops doing what your brain tells it to, and your heart takes over.

“God. And for a second there I had hope as well, maybe that's the worst part. Or maybe the worst part is that we haven't been able to spend a second apart, and the only time we did was when you were too embarrassed to follow me after Sam had a slip of the tongue. You can’t blame your brothers, Tom, the same way that I can't blame the alignment of stars and planets for us never being together when it’s my fault for not being enough. But none of that even scrapes the level of longing I have for you when you kiss my cheeks, when you hug me, when we play fight, when we sleep together, when you just do something as simple as calling me baby. I can’t talk about this anymore, so leave or tell me to go, or you can stay here and we really can act like this never happened.”

Unsurprisingly, he chooses the latter, but there’s a certain rigidity and tension in his movements, made worse by the dark cloud looming over the two of you after your unladylike outburst. You want to apologise, go back in time and take it all away, but you surrender in the only way you can, you cry. Just a single tear cascading your cheek before Tom wipes it away and lays his pinky finger just over yours on the roof, pressing down a little to let you know that it's okay and he doesn’t love you any less, at least that’s how you interpret it .

You remain on the roof, unmoving, side by side, staring at the stars for what feels like hours. You finish the wine in silence, barely brushing each other’s fingers with every touch and too full of scepticism and fear to meet each other's eyes despite how much you crave getting lost in Tom’s very own chocolate rivers.

It's getting late now, really late, and no doubt the boys are all awake inside and curious as to where the two of you are hidden, no doubt assuming that you’re up to something forbidden. You dare to turn your neck and look at tom, only to see him staring at you longingly, his lips slightly parted and his cheeks tinted rosy, and that’s not just from the cold night air

You smile in spite of yourself, but it's a shy smile, one full of uncertainty, but nonetheless you take one deep breath, your eyes fluttering shut, and you turn to face him again, only to find his eyes still trained on you.

In a sudden leap of faith, you reach your arm across his body to grasp the side of his stomach and you turn him full bodily facing you. The stars reflect in his eyes, dancing around and twinkling, almost as though they’re cheering you on, so you do it. You tilt your face slightly and lean towards Tom, capturing his lips in the most intense kiss of your life. His hands grip your waist and pull you closer to him, chest to chest so that you can feel the gradual synchronisation of your racing hearts. He only has to nudge your lower lip with his tongue for half a second before he’s granted an enthused access. His tongue sweeps your mouth, dancing with your own in a fight - not of dominance, but of passion.

Your kiss extends and passes through so many emotions and the pressure and urgency of it changes so often that it's hard to keep track. Lust switches to desperation, then do admiration and candour before returning to a long denied flame of passion, and finally, love. The way his lips massage your own is magical, the way he tastes fills your senses with a satisfaction that gets swiftly replaced with a yearning for more, the way he loves you drives you crazy and relights the longing that you feel in his arms.

His lips slow down and apply less pressure to yours, allowing the two of you to gasp for air however subtly it may be, but only for a second before he kisses you one final time, filled with nothing but a deep and unrequited adoration, until you told him, and it became true.

You stay perfectly still while gathering your bearings and breath, your nose nudging Tom’s and your clammy foreheads pressed together. You daren’t open your eyes for a while, not until his mouth gently ghosts over yours in what can be described as nothing less than an exchange of breath. Now you know what he tastes like, you never want to stop tasting him.

Before you can even open your eyes though, you hear a round of applause and cheers from down below. You look at Tom with terror etched on your every feature until he squeezes your waist a little tighter, and just that gesture screams trust me. So you do. You look down to the garden to find Tom's parents, Sam, Harry, Paddy, and Harrison all applauding the two of you - even Tessa is there, barking and howling at you.

You let another tear escape while a burning blush prickles at your cheeks and ears. You move your hand from Tom's waist to his shirt and pull him closer, one final kiss before you settle your head in his chest.

“You really love me then?” He asks incredulously, though part of you can tell that he’s joking. You nod your head and hear his heartbeat increase in his chest.

“I’m in love with you too, since the day I first laid eyes on you.” he whispers, holding you as close to him as possible. You don’t even need to look around to know that the stars are twinkling in their own form of applause for the two of you, and your instincts tell you that both Harrison and Mrs Holland are both probably crying while the others pretend to be sickened by you, but they’re secretly happy you got together.

“Not just friends?” You ask tiredly.

“Never just friends. I love you, I promise.” You smile at his words

“I love you, T.”

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killing eve fic masterpost

Hi friends, I’ve written enough KE fic at this point that I thought it’d be nice to have it consolidated in one place on tumblr.

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Summary: Eve and Villanelle are together forever, but immortality comes with its own set of challenges. When old foes come back to haunt them, Eve and Villanelle's connection is tested more than ever before. As individuals, and as a pair, can they stand the test of time?

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Means, Motive, Opportunity (12/12 Chapters - 45k words - Rated M - Complete)

Summary: Harry Potter AU. Eve is an Auror sent to investigate a string of murders at Hogwarts. Villanelle is a student in her final year who will do anything in the name of love. They will be drawn together by forces they can’t comprehend as the killer’s true motives are revealed.

Read if you like: Harry Potter (duh), mystery, suspense, twists and turns, fast paced plot, slow burn relationship, split POV between Eve and Villanelle, soft!villanelle, Eve and Hugo as buddy cops, love triangle (sorta) with endgame villaneve.

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Imagine Me And You (And Our Parents) (24/24 Chapters -103k words - Rated E - Complete)

Summary: The chemistry between Eve and Villanelle is obvious and immediate, so it's awkward when they find out their parents are getting married.

Read if you like: 30% fluff, 30% humor, 20% smut, 20% feels. romcom tropes, increasingly ridiculous sexy situations, Carolyn and Konstantin having no idea what to do with their dumb gay daughters, Kenny as awkward younger brother and Irina as obnoxious younger sister, a metric shit tonne of Villaneve with a side of Kenny/Elena, so many Boston details

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The Heat of the Moment (8/8 chapters - 36k words - Rated E - Complete)

Summary: Olympic boxer Oksana Astankova is looking to break into MMA. Sought-after manager Eve Polastri is looking for a brand new fighter to coach from the ground up. They'll beat the crap out of everyone in their way.

Read if you like: hot women beating each other up, no really, physicality and sweat in almost every chapter, top!Eve, bossy!Eve, muscular!Villanelle, intense back-and-forth, unrealistic and fantastical representations of the MMA world

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Out Of Order (1/1 Chapters - 11k words - Rated M - Complete)

Summary: What if Eve and Villanelle slept together the first time they met in that bathroom? Following this one change through the rest of season 1 for some shocking changes...

Read if you Like: Alternate timeline, similarities/differences to Canon, canon-like behavior, humor, and some darkness too

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The Club (1/1 chapters - 2.3k words - Rated T - Complete)

Summary: While on the run, Eve and Villanelle reach an unexpected conversation about sexuality.

Read if you Like: Fluff, a discussion of Eve and V’s connections to queerness, just a little dash of happiness for them

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Summary: The Friday before Halloween, Eve, Villanelle, and Gemma walk a mile in each other’s shoes - literally.

Read if you like: Humor, Gemma/Eve/Villanelle fluffy throuple goodness, body swap, boobs!

In Her Skin (1/1 chapters - 3.2k words - rated E - Complete)

Summary: Eve’s encounter with Gemma in 2.06 goes a little differently - sexily.

Read if you like: Eve/Gemma, with a dash of Villaneve (in spirit), second person, sort of a character study for Eve, fucked up sexiness, dominant Eve

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Summary: At teacher’s night, Gemma meets a helpful woman in a stairwell, and Niko’s wife. She learns about shapes.

Read if you like: Eve/Villanelle/Gemma, with some villaneve too, campy wacky fun, ridiculous sexy situations

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Right in the Middle

Summary: Ben comes down with a head cold and worries he might be more trouble than he’s worth. Even though it’s four in the morning, Gwil and Joe are more than happy to prove their boyfriend wrong. Hurt/comfort, a tiny bit of angst, and lots of fluff!

Pairings: Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello x Gwilym Lee, poly!borhap boys

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: None!

A/N: Alright y’all, this here is the most gratuitously fluffy thing I have ever written to date. It’s so sweet it’ll send you into a diabetic coma. It’s mostly me just uwuing onto a word document and hoping it turned into a story somewhere along the line. I really enjoyed writing it (shoutout to fics that remind you of how fun writing is!) and I hope you enjoy reading it! ♡

Usually Ben loved to sleep in the middle. What could be better than being sandwiched between his two favorite people, the two people he loved most in the world? He hadn’t thought too deeply about sleeping arrangements when they’d started their relationship, the practical and domestic aspects of it put on the backburner as he had the most mind-blowing sex of his life. Of course, there had never been a sense that their relationship would be purely physical; they were too close, loved each other too much, to consider anything other than building a committed, exclusive relationship once they’d crossed the line from friends to lovers. But the furthest thing from Ben’s mind in the early days had been what life would be like if they moved in together. He’d been too consumed with the raging desire that seemed never to die down and only increased when he was with them to think about the little things, like who would make coffee in the mornings (Gwilym, committing their cream and sugar preferences to memory almost immediately) and who would most often forget to turn off the oven (Joe, a talented but nonetheless scatterbrained cook).

Sleeping arrangements had been one of those little things that Ben hadn’t thought about until they actually slept together, intentionally going to bed as a threesome instead of just crashing after sex. Not that they didn’t still crash after sex - living together made it ten times easier to give into every little flame of desire, and they kept busy. But until now, Ben had always slept on his own. His only bedmates had been dates, not partners. He didn’t know what it was like to just sleep next to someone for the sake of sleeping next to them, especially not more than one person at a time.

Determining where they each wanted to sleep on the king-sized bed had been easy enough, though. Joe admitted to being slightly claustrophobic and Gwil was resolute in his desire to be on the right side of the bed, and Ben happily put himself in the middle between them. The first night in their apartment had been some of the best sleep of his life, tucked between Joe and Gwil, Joe’s legs tangled with his and Gwil’s arm over his waist. Gwil and Joe had woken him up with kisses, telling him how cute it was that he was so cuddly. He’d blushed and buried his face against Gwil’s chest to hide it, beaming under their attention and praise, loving the feel of his boyfriends on either side of him and content to be the one in the middle for the rest of his days.

Tonight, though, for the first time ever, he was wishing he wasn’t the one in the middle.

He muffled a few rough coughs in his sleeve, wincing at the scratchiness in his throat. He held his breath and waited to see whether he’d woken either Joe or Gwil; he relaxed when neither stirred, their breathing still deep and even. Still, he was bound to wake them up if this kept up much longer, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He didn’t know why he was so paranoid about it. They’d seen him sick plenty of times, including that less-than-sexy bout with the flu in the first few months of filming that had kept him from work for a good week. But that had been before they were dating; the most they’d had to do in response was send a “hope you feel better soon, mate!” text and check up on him every once in a while if the thought occurred to them. This was the first time any of them had gotten sick while they were actually together, much less living together. Ben sighed. Of course it had to be him.

They’d given him no reason to think they’d be frustrated or annoyed with him if he was sick, but he didn’t want to be the one to ruin this perfect romantic comedy they’d been living since they moved into the apartment less than two weeks ago. Everything was perfect - they never argued, they had amazing sex all the time, they woke up to each other sleepy and soft in the morning sunshine that streamed through the balcony windows and caught in Joe’s tousled ginger hair and brought out a shade close to violet in Gwilym’s eyes. Ben didn’t want to be the one to bring them crashing down to reality and risk how picture perfect their life was together.

His eyes widened at that thought, gripped by a sudden panic. He hadn’t thought his imagination was willing to go to gloom and doom that quickly, but now that he’d had the thought he couldn’t shake it. They’d have to deal with him being sick - utterly inconvenient and the exact opposite of sexy - and they’d realize that they’d just wanted sex all along. It really wasn’t worth it for the realities of domestic life. He wasn’t worth it.

God, Ben, dramatic much? he thought, chiding himself. Gwilym and Joe had given him no reason to think that. They’d shown him nothing but love from the very beginning.

But then again… that little voice said in the back of his mind, the voice that had made its appearance when he’d first felt the pressures of objectification on the set of Eastenders and had never truly gone away. They’ve never had to deal with you when you’re ill.

He tried to ignore that voice but found it difficult to keep his mind from following that train of thought. Since they’d started dating, Gwil and Joe had only really seen the side of Ben that was easy to love and therefore easy to share - his body, his cocky bravado, his sexiness. He knew those were the reasons people liked him, and he knew they were definitely high on the list of why Gwil and Joe liked him too. Gwil and Joe often told him they loved him, but would they still mean it when Ben couldn’t live up to that version of himself?

As if on cue, he had to scramble to pull the collar of his shirt up over his nose to catch two sneezes that tumbled out one after another, trying to keep as quiet as he could. He caught his breath in a soft gasp as he laid back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling but not really seeing anything, slightly dazed and aware of the beginnings of a headache.

He felt his pulse jump as Joe rolled over to face him, his hand going to Ben’s torso.

Joe nuzzled against Ben’s shoulder, not really having woken. Though Ben normally would have relaxed into Joe’s closeness, at the moment he felt that it only made his dilemma worse. What he really needed to do was get out of bed so he could go sleep on the couch and keep from waking them, but trying to disentangle himself from his boyfriends would defeat the purpose.

He couldn’t stay in bed, though. He decided to try and get up as carefully as he could; he gently moved Joe’s hand and took his time easing off the bed. Gwil’s hand went to Ben’s empty spot, seeking his warmth, a soft noise of surprise escaping him as he realized Ben wasn’t there.

“Benny?” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep. Only Joe and Gwil were allowed to call him that, and even then it didn’t happen often unless they were tired or drunk or feeling very affectionate. It wasn’t like calling Joe “Joey”, which he adored and answered to faster than any other nickname.

“Shh,” Ben soothed. “Go back to sleep.”

Joe stirred too and Ben grimaced.

“What’s going on?” Joe mumbled.

“Nothing,” Ben said quickly, keeping his voice low. “Just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep.”

Though that was a lie, it was a reasonable answer, and Gwilym and Joe were content to settle down and fall back asleep. Ben gave a sigh of relief; they wouldn’t know until morning that he hadn’t come back, and maybe by then he’d be feeling better, or at least able to look and sound better than he felt.

Ben padded out to the living room, rubbing a hand over his chest in an attempt to soothe the tightness that had taken up residence there, along with a wet crackling sound every time he breathed. God, he was freezing - without Gwil and Joe to keep him warm, he’d actually started shivering. A sweater of Gwil’s was draped over the back of couch, but he didn’t put it on for fear of stretching it out. Though Ben knew his muscles drove Gwil wild, he wasn’t sure Gwil would appreciate how they stretched a sweater fitted to his lean frame.

He laid down on the couch, curling in on himself, wishing more than anything that he could get back in bed with his boyfriends. With the next volley of coughs that racked him, though, he knew it had been the right choice to leave their bed. Gwil and Joe needed their sleep, and Ben had had plenty of practice being on his own when all he really wanted was to be held. He crossed his arms over his chest to try and warm up as he drifted in and out of a restless sleep.

Gwilym didn’t know what had woken him. He vaguely remembered Ben getting up from bed; he reached for the blonde to see if he was back and was met with empty space between him and Joe. He frowned, glancing over to the bathroom; the door was open and the lights were off.

He ran a hand over his face as he got out of bed, seeing 3:28 am glowing in red digits from the alarm clock on the bedside table. Joe and Ben both had told him it was a good idea to keep the alarm clock on his side, since he was the only one out of them who could be counted on to not consistently snooze the alarm. Gwilym usually woke earlier than either of his boyfriends, which was fine by him, and he was happy to take the responsibility of setting an alarm more suited to when they wanted to get up after he rose to begin his day.

Pausing to make sure Joe was sufficiently covered - the boy got so cold at night it was almost comical, eliciting protests when his cold hands met his warm boyfriends - Gwil left their bedroom and headed out to the living room, his brain still sluggish from sleep but working to determine why on earth Ben wasn’t in bed. Maybe he hadn’t been able to sleep and had come out to watch tv; whatever it was, Gwil wanted to try and do what he could to help and convince Ben to come back to bed.

The sight that met him in the living room nearly broke Gwilym’s heart. On the couch, Ben was curled in on himself as tightly as he could manage, his cheeks bright pink despite the way he shivered. He was asleep but Gwilym guessed only barely so, each breath heavy and rattling in his chest.

Gwil went over to the couch and knelt by Ben, stroking a hand over his blonde curls. He was burning up, the poor thing. Ben stirred at Gwil’s touch, his pretty green eyes fluttering open and taking a moment to focus. In that moment of waking Gwil saw a vulnerability in Ben that the younger man couldn’t help, revealing a softness and relief mixed with a kind of fear that Gwil didn’t understand but immediately wanted to soothe. He pushed aside the worry that shocked through him, studying Ben’s face and trying to think of how best to help him.

“Ben, sweetheart,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

The relief that Gwil had seen on Ben’s face when he first woke was quickly replaced by panic. Ben rushed to sit up, swaying slightly as he instinctively pressed a hand to his temple. Gwil reached out a hand to steady him, taking his arm in a gentle grip.

“Slow down, love,” he chided. “Easy.”

“‘M fine,” Ben said in a painfully hoarse voice.

“You’re not fine,” Gwil said as Ben shrugged his hand away, wishing he knew why Ben was being so flighty. “You’re out on the couch at four in the morning. What’s wrong?”

Ben’s broad shoulders shook with muffled coughs; Gwil winced at the sound, knowing it couldn’t feel good.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“You don’t have to put up a strong front for me, Ben, you know that,” Gwil said. “I can tell you’re not feeling well, but I would have thought you’d be more comfortable in bed. Why’d you come out here?”

Ben’s cheeks flushed with more than fever. “Didn’t want to wake you,” he mumbled.

Gwil gave him a sympathetic smile. “You’re sweet, angel, but I’m afraid it didn’t really work. Joe’s going to be coming out soon enough to see what’s taken us from bed.”

Ben looked down at his hands. “Sorry,” he said softly. Gwil was surprised to see Ben’s eyes pool with tears.

“Ben, sweetheart,” he said worriedly, taking Ben’s hand in his own. “You don’t have to apologize. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. Please don’t cry.”

Ben ran the heel of his palm over his cheek, unable to stop a few tears falling. “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said. “I tried to keep quiet but - ” He cut himself off with a series of painful coughs, burying his face against the crook of his arm; Gwil moved to sit next to him, rubbing his back in an effort to soothe him.

“Obviously I can’t,” Ben said when he was able to draw a full breath. The embarrassment in his voice made Gwil want to cry. “So I came out here.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Gwil said gently. “That’s ok. You didn’t have to come out here. We wouldn’t have minded being woken.”

“Yeah, but you don’t want to deal with me like this,” Ben said, the frustration in his voice directed at himself. He didn’t say it as an accusation but as more of a fact, and it broke Gwilym’s heart to know that Ben thought that. “I’m not… I can’t be what you want me to be. Of course it’s me, of course I’m the one who messes everything up ‘cause I can’t handle a bloody head cold without making a fuss.”

He grew more and more agitated as he spoke, his embarrassment and frustration only aggravated by how miserable he felt. Gwilym found himself at a bit of a loss for how to comfort his boyfriend, never having imagined that this was how he felt and feeling guilt shred through him that he hadn’t noticed before now. Had it really taken a high fever and desperate tears for Gwil to notice something he should have been attuned to and fixed way before now?

He put a hand to Ben’s warm and tear-streaked face, turning his head to make the blonde look at him. Ben’s eyes met his, seeking desperately for assurance even as he thought the very worst of himself.

“Listen to me,” Gwil said gently, desperate for Ben to know how much he meant what he said. “You haven’t messed anything up, Ben. You could never mess this up, no matter what you did. Joe and I love you more than anything in the world, and a head cold isn’t going to make us stop loving you. Nothing in the world could do that, do you hear me?”

Ben just nodded, his tears hot against Gwil’s hand. Gwil leaned close to kiss the tears from his boyfriend’s face, wanting him to know how deeply he was loved.

“It’s ok to be sick, sweetheart,” he said softly. “You’re only human. You’re exactly what Joe and I want you to be, which is just you, fever and all. I love you, and Joe loves you, more than anything. Of course we want to take care of you. In sickness and in health, hm?”

Ben managed a watery smile, leaning into Gwil’s touch. “We’re not married.”

“Not yet,” Gwil said, kissing Ben’s cheek. “But it’s still true. You don’t have to hide anything from us, sweetheart. Not ever. Let us take care of you, because we want to, I promise.”

Ben sniffled. “Not very sexy though, is it?”

Gwil gave a soft laugh, drawing Ben close and letting the younger man lean his head on Gwil’s shoulder.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Gwil said, running his hand up and down Ben’s arm. “That’d be like living in a movie. Real life is messy and broken and sometimes not all that sexy, and it’s ok. I want real life with you and Joe, in all its mess and all its beauty.”

Ben took Gwil’s hand in his own. “I want real life with you, too.”

Gwil kissed Ben’s forehead. “Glad to hear it, love. You need to be taken care of, and you don’t know how happy it makes me to be one of the ones to do it.”

Ben laughed, the sound devolving into a cough. “You’re joking.”

Gwil chuckled. “I’m not, I promise. This is exactly what I’ve always wanted. It’s better than what I’ve wanted. Being able to love you and Joe like this… it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You two are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I would gladly spend my days taking care of you if you needed me to.”

Ben looked up and met Gwilym’s eyes. “I love you.”

Gwil smiled. “I love you too. Let’s get you feeling better, hm? How does some tea sound?”

“Lovely,” Ben admitted. “Thanks.”

Gwil rose from the couch and hesitated before heading to the kitchen, seeing the way Ben crossed his arms over his chest to compensate for losing Gwil’s warmth. Noticing one of his sweaters on the back of the couch, he took and and handed it to Ben, wondering why he hadn’t put it on earlier.

“Here, put this on before you freeze to death,” he said.

Ben took the sweater, looking up at him with a bit of confusion. “Are you sure? I don’t want to stretch it out.”

Gwil softened. “I don’t mind, love. You look better in it anyway. Or you will, once you get it on and warm up a bit.”

A gentle smile crossed Ben’s face as he pulled Gwil’s sweater on, breathing in his boyfriend’s scent.

“See?” Gwil said. The sleeves were a bit long on Ben, covering his hands. “Told you, it looks much cuter on you. I’ll go get you a blanket as soon as I’ve got the kettle on.”

“Somebody called for a blanket?”

Both Gwil and Ben looked towards the hallway at the sleepy voice, smiling as they saw Joe coming in with the comforter wrapped around his shoulders like a cape. He looked still half-asleep, but he gave each of his boyfriends a drowsy smile.

“Four a.m. seems like a weird time to be hanging out in the living room, gentlemen,” he teased. “Especially since I wasn’t invited.”

“Didn’t want to wake you,” Ben said.

“I was freezing,” Joe said. “You try going from two boyfriends in bed to no boyfriends in bed and see how long you last.”

Gwil chuckled and gave Joe a kiss on his way to the kitchen. “Sorry, love. Seems like you’ve got the solution, though, taking the whole bed with you.”

“Yeah, well, if you two won’t come to bed, I’m bringing the bed to you.”

Slipping the blanket from his shoulders, Joe came over to the couch and sat leaning against the arm, stretching out his feet towards Ben.

“Come here, Bear,” Joe said, calling him by the nickname he’d given him one night when they’d virtually the whole time just cuddling. Ben went happily into Joe’s arms, lying between his legs and resting his head on Joe’s chest. Joe covered both of them with the blanket, tucking it securely around Ben.

“Sorry you don’t feel good, baby,” Joe said, running his fingers through Ben’s hair.

“How’d you know?” Ben asked, his voice muffled against Joe’s chest.

“Besides the fact that you’re, like, a million degrees right now?” Joe said. “I’m attuned to these kinds of things. Plus, you only sneeze in doubles when you’re sick.”

Ben propped himself up on his forearms, frowning as he looked up at Joe. “What?”

Joe cracked a smile. “What do you mean, what? It’s true. When you’re sick, you always sneeze twice in a row.”

Ben considered that. “I mean… I guess? I’ve never really thought about it.”

“Trust me on this one,” Joe said, amused. “Anyway, I’m right, aren’t I? Why didn’t you say you were feeling bad?”

Ben laid his head back on Joe’s chest. “I dunno. Didn’t want to cause trouble.”

“Well, Gwil and I love trouble,” Joe said, scratching Ben’s back like he knew he liked. “Don’t we, Gwil?”

“Adore it, in fact,” Gwil agreed. “Joey, do you want some tea?”

“Of course he does,” Ben answered for him.

“Lots of sugar,” Joe added.

“I’ll give you one spoonful,” Gwil said. “You’ll thank me when you’re trying to get back to sleep.”

Ben could feel Joe’s laugh, the sound warm and comforting.

“Whatever you say, mom,” Joe said. Though they were the same age, Gwil was objectively the more mature one. Gwil smiled and shook his head in affectionate exasperation, bringing two mugs over to them and setting them on the coffee table.

“Earl grey for Joe and lemon ginger for you,” he told Ben. “It’ll help your cough.”

“Aren’t you coming to sit with us?” Ben asked.

“In a moment, my love,” Gwil assured him. “Let me get you some medicine.”

Gwil went back to their bedroom to retrieve some medicine from the bathroom cabinet and Joe shifted on the couch.

“Here, baby,” he said. “Sit up so you can have your tea.”

Ben moved so Joe could sit up against the arm of the couch, leaning his back against Joe’s chest when they were settled. Joe handed Ben his tea before grabbing his own.

“I love you, Benny,” Joe said softly. Ben shivered as Joe pressed a tea-warmed kiss to his shoulder.

Joe gave a soft laugh. “Still cold?”

“No,” Ben said truthfully. He snuggled closer to his ginger boyfriend. “I’m perfect.”

“You will be once you’ve got some medicine into you,” Gwil said, coming back in with two pills in hand. “I reckon your fever’s high enough that you should take both.”

Ben did as Gwil said, taking the pills with a sip of his tea. “Thanks.”

“No problem, love,” Gwil said. He sat against the opposite arm of the couch, his long legs finding someplace among Ben’s and Joe’s underneath the blanket, his own cup of tea in hand.

“I guess we should tell Rami not to expect us for lunch tomorrow,” Gwil said, absently running his fingers over Joe’s calf.

“Oh, I completely forgot about that,” Ben said, feeling guilt flare again. Rami was coming into London for a few weeks to stay with Lucy, but he’d wanted to see them as much as he could and they felt the same. They were supposed to all go out for lunch together tomorrow while Lucy went for a cover shoot.

“You don’t have to cancel on account of me,” Ben said. “You two should still go.”

“No way,” Joe said. “Who’s going to make sure you’re alive if we’re gone?”

“We’re not leaving you when you’re ill, sweetheart,” Gwil said. “What kind of boyfriends would we be then?”

Ben smiled. “You’re wonderful boyfriends,” he said. “The only boyfriends I want, anyway.”

“Oh, glad to hear it,” Joe teased.

Ben’s laugh quickly dissolved into a coughing fit; he leaned forward, trying to ease the ache in his chest that accompanied every inhale. Gwil took Ben’s tea from him before he spilled it, Joe rubbing Ben’s back as both grimaced at the painful sound of Ben’s coughs and wishing there was more they could do.

“Deep breath, baby,” Joe soothed when Ben had recovered. “It’s ok. Take a deep breath.”

“Sorry,” Ben croaked.

“Nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart,” Gwil reminded him. “D’you want your tea back?”

Ben made to take it but hesitated with his hand outstretched, a glazed look crossing his face. Gwil patiently held onto the mug, not surprised when Ben ducked his head and caught two sneezes in the crook of his arm.

“Bless,” Gwil said.

Ben gave a slight groan at the pounding headache at his temples. “Thanks.” He took his tea back from Gwil, the hot lemon and ginger brew soothing the scratchiness in his throat.

“Told you you always sneeze twice in a row when you’re sick,” Joe said smartly.

Ben gave a weak laugh. “I think a simple ‘bless you’ would have sufficed.”

Joe chuckled and wrapped his arm around Ben’s waist, drawing the blonde to lean back against him again. “Bless you.”

Ben set his tea of the coffee table and followed Joe’s lead, his head resting right at Joe’s collarbone. He turned his head and bumped the bridge of his nose against Joe’s jawline, breathing in his scent; he could feel Joe’s heartbeat against his back, strong and steady.

Gwil ran his hand over Ben’s thigh, his touch intended to soothe rather than stimulate. He smiled to himself as he saw Ben visibly relax, leaning into Joe; he noticed Ben was wearing a pair of his wool socks as he rested his foot against Gwil’s thigh. Ben would be sound asleep in a minute, the medicine and his boyfriends’ warmth having the desired effect. His soft lips parted slightly as his eyes closed, a rosy pink over his nose and cheeks, his breaths congested but steady.

Joe met Gwil’s eyes and gave him a tired smile that Gwil couldn’t help but return. It wasn’t how they’d thought their night would go, but tangled up on the couch with their boyfriend between them, they wouldn’t have changed a thing.

“I love you, you know,” Gwil said softly. He knew the next few days would have their attention turned towards Ben, which he didn’t mind in the least, but he wanted to make sure Joe didn’t feel pushed by the wayside.

Joe smiled. “I know,” he said gently. “I love you too. And it’s ok. We’ll figure it out, right?”

Gwil felt a weight off his shoulders knowing Joe understood what he meant, knowing he understood the uncertainty that cropped up in a relationship like this. They each knew that balancing two people in a relationship was hard enough, but three? There were sure to be plenty of difficulties, plenty of moments of confusion and hurt and misunderstanding as they tried to work out how to be together and love each other well.

But then again, there were sure to be plenty of times like this, and Gwil couldn’t think of anyone else he’d rather figure this out with than Joe and Ben. The loves of his life, his best friends in the entire world.

“What’s say we take our boy to bed?” Gwil said.

“Good deal,” Joe agreed. He let Gwil wake Ben gently, running his hand up and down his arm.

“Was’ going on?” Ben mumbled.

“Time for bed, love,” Gwil said tenderly. “Come on.”

Ben nodded. “You’re coming too?”

“Right behind you, sweetheart,” Gwil assured him. “Go on and lay down.”

Ben reluctantly left his spot against Joe and headed towards the bedroom, rubbing his face with his too-long sleeves. Gwil smiled as he saw the way Joe looked at Ben, the affection in his expression matched by how Gwil felt about both of them.

“God, he’s cute in your sweater,” Joe said.

“Cuter than me?” Gwil teased.

Joe gave a soft laugh. “That’s not fair and you know it.”

Gwil kissed Joe’s cheek. “I know, and I’m horrible for it. But he is cuter than me in it, so I don’t mind if you say so.”

Joe turned his head towards Gwil and kissed him, drawing a contented sigh from Gwil.

“Ready for bed, love?” Gwil asked.

He could feel Joe’s smile. “I love it when you call me that. It’s very British of you.”

“You mean you don’t like it when I call you darlin’?” he joked in an exaggerated Southern accent.

Joe laughed. “Alright, cowboy, yeehaw to you too. Lucky for you, I like good old southern boys.”

“Too bad you’re dating two Brits,” Gwil teased.

“Mmh,” Joe agreed with a grin. “A shame, really.”

They kissed again, feeling a flicker of passion despite how tired they both were, and perhaps would have followed up on it had it not been for Ben’s feeble call of “Gwil? Joey?” that immediately had them heading to the bedroom to be with their poor sick boyfriend.

“Right here, baby,” Joe said, laying on Ben’s left side.

“Sorry we took so long,” Gwil added, taking the other spot opposite Joe, tucking Ben securely between them. “Everything ok?”

“Perfect,” Ben said, his voice hoarse. “Don’t be sorry, though, I’m just sad I missed the makeout session.”

Gwil and Joe laughed.

“Makeout session, huh?” Joe teased, brushing his knuckles over Ben’s flushed cheek. “You always let your imagination run that wild?”

“Only when I’m with you,” Ben said with a yawn, tucking against Gwil, happy to be the little spoon. “I expect to live vicariously through you two while I’m sick, you know. Hot makeout sessions and everything.”

Gwil chuckled and kissed Ben’s cheek. “Whatever you want, love. But for right now, why don’t we all try and get some rest, hm?”

“And when you’re better, we’ll kiss you senseless,” Joe promised.

Though he would gladly have stayed up and listened to his boyfriends’ bantering all night long, Ben felt the effects of the medicine take hold again as he lay safely between the two people he loved most. He felt Gwil’s arm go over his waist and Joe taking his hand and holding it close to his chest, their breathing evening out as they fell asleep. The last thought Ben had as he drifted off to sleep was that he was back where he belonged, right in the middle, and that he was silly to have ever thought he should have left.

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Incentives - a mat/rand drabble

Summary:

"If I pass my exams, you have to go on a date with me.”

“What?”

Mat winked, and Rand felt his face grow hot. “How’s that for an incentive?”

Tags: College AU, Tutoring AU, Humor, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, gratuitous references to the picture of dorian gray

Words: 5k

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His coffee was getting cold. Rand blew on it anyway, trying not to feel like he’d been stood up on a date. He should have known not to come early. Perrin had warned him. “Mat is never on time for anything,” he had said, grinning with fond exasperation. “He’ll be late for his own wedding, I bet.”

Still, Rand was who he was, and he couldn’t just not arrive early to a meeting. He gave his coffee another half-hearted blow and sank a little lower in his seat, wondering why he had ever signed up to be a tutor. Although, in all honesty, he hadn’t so much signed up as he was metaphorically arm-twisted into the role by Moiraine, his peer advisor, just as he was quite literally arm-twisted into tutoring Mat Cauthon by Mat’s advisor, Nynaeve. But there was no use dwelling on that now. Instead, as he waited, Rand mulled over what he knew of his absent student.

They were both in their third year. That would be a relief, except that they may as well have been in two completely different universities for all that they had in common. Rand was enrolled in the Black Tower College of Asha’man Studies, while Mat was in the Manetheren College of… whatever it was they did in Manetheren College. Perrin, who had roomed with Mat in first year before being switched to room with Rand, had spent a good hour and a half trying to explain Mat’s field of study to Rand, in preparation for this tutoring endeavor. He seemed to be doing something related to historical research and war studies, but he’d gone in for a self-designed major that Rand couldn’t make heads or tails of, and he couldn’t even begin to think of what Mat was planning to do with his life.

More concretely, though, he did know that Mat was broadly known on campus for three things: his pranks, his flirting, and his Band of the Red Hand, the martial arts group he’d founded in first year that was the best in the university and, some said, the country. He also knew that Mat was currently barely passing his classes, although Perrin insisted that he was a lot smarter than he acted. Rand closed his eyes. Just what sort of person was Mat Cauthon?

The sound of books hitting the table had Rand leaping half out of his skin; his eyes flew open to see a boy with brown hair and eyes flopping into the opposite seat. Finally.

Before Rand could open his mouth, Mat was already talking. “Listen, you don’t have to do this. Nynaeve is terrifying, but even she can’t actually force you. Just give up now and tell her I’m hopeless. I’ll back you up. It’ll be fine.”

Rand took a moment to process this. Tentatively, he asked the first thing that came to mind. “Are you hopeless?”

Mat scoffed. “Of course I am. My mother tried to get me a tutor in high school, and he quit after two weeks. Not that I wanted his help, anyway, and not that I want yours, either. This will be a nightmare for us both, so do yourself a favor and get out while you still can, before you give Nynaeve hope and she really gets her claws in you.”

Rand broke in before Mat could keep chattering. “No—look, I promised Nynaeve I would do my best, and I’m not going to go back on that.”

Mat shrugged. “Suit yourself. Make yourself miserable, trying your best, but okay.”

Frowning, Rand studied the boy across from him. “Well, Nynaeve and Perrin both seem to think highly of you, and I trust their judgement. I’m not going to give up on you.”

Mat’s expression, impassive until now, suddenly transformed as a smirk spread across his lips. “We’ll see about that,” he said, and something about that smirk was so intriguing, so wicked, so strangely charming—

Rand cut that train of thought off right where it was and cleared his throat. “Right, so, we’re going to start with your time management.”

Mat let out a groan and dropped his head on the table. Rand felt a smile tug at his lips and he thought, for a moment, that this tutoring thing might not be so bad.

After one week of meetings, Rand had had enough. They were on the Green, books and papers scattered between them. Rand was sitting cross-legged, a textbook in his lap and a pen in his hand, but Mat was sprawled on the grass, making what appeared to be a daisy chain—although the flowers on the Green had long ceased to be daisies, ever since that Incident over at the Black Tower College. No one was entirely sure what they were now, but they were surprisingly easy to use in flower crowns. In any case, Mat was definitely not paying attention, as usual, and Rand felt like he probably knew the material better than Mat did, at this point. He glared at his student.

“Mat. Mat! Are you listening?”

“More or less,” came the lazy response.

Rand’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, really? Then tell me how the princes of Andor defeated the Cairhienin ambush in 1673.”

“Fuck if I know,” Mat said. “Tell you how they should’ve done it, though. What they should’ve done is wall up in that great city of theirs and chuck fireworks out at the ambush. They would have had huge amounts of them in the city, at that time of year. It was just a few days before the festival of lights, when the Cairhienins attacked. They would have had enough firepower in the city to equate to modern bombs. Well, maybe not quite that much, but if they used Aes Sedai and Asha’man to enhance the fireworks, they could have dropped them like atom bombs on the Cairhienins. Just a few would have been enough, too. Cairhienins were always better at political games than wars. They would have scattered like ants at the first bomb, let’s be real, especially in 1673, with that useless king leading them…”

Mat rambled on, but Rand had stopped listening. He was staring at his student, eyes widening, and then he dropped the pen and yelled, “I knew it!”

Mat startled, dropping his not-daisy chain, and twisted around to scowl at Rand. “Light, Rand, are you trying to kill me? Knew what?”

“You are clever!” Rand lowered his voice. “You aren’t failing your classes because you don’t understand them, you just don’t care! If we can just figure out some incentives for you to make an effort…”

“Incentives,” Mat repeated flatly. Propping himself on his elbow, he studied Rand for a long moment, and then a slow smile spread across his face. “Alright. If I do well in my exams this semester, you have to go on a date with me.”

Rand’s brain, which had been buzzing with ideas to help Mat, sputtered and died. “What?”

Mat winked, and Rand felt his face grow hot. “How’s that for an incentive?”

“It’s…” Rand closed his eyes. Summoned the flame and void. “It’s… certainly… an incentive.”

When he opened his eyes, Mat was watching him. “Well? What do you say?”

I’m so going to regret this, Rand thought, and said, “Deal.”

A switch had been flipped, it seemed. Suddenly Mat was a near-perfect student, absorbing the material at a pace even Rand struggled to keep up with, at times. He was still loathe to do work, and procrastinated to lengths Rand had never before seen, but he was getting better with each day. Which was why, a month into their meetings, when Mat had thrown down his books and invited Rand to do something fun, Rand had decided to humor him.

Now, he was beginning to regret that decision.

“Mat,” Rand said slowly, “don’t panic, but I think I’m dying.”

Mat’s gaze flicked to him; his eyes, dancing with mirth just moments before, were suddenly dark and sincere. “In that case,” he said, “I will avenge you.”

A deafening roar exploded from the TV and Rand dropped his controller, relaxing back into his beanbag. There was no point in fighting on; he would be far more useful as bait while Mat took the monster down alone. It was a… Rand squinted at the screen…

“Zombie Dracula? Seems like overkill.”

“Tell me about it,” Mat growled, and there was real hate in his voice. “I can’t stand this fucker!”

His fingers worked quickly and furiously over the controller; Rand watched, fascinated, but he soon grew dizzy and averted his eyes. He glanced at the screen, where Mat’s pea plant was launching peas at zombie foot soldiers at a breakneck speed. Rand had never before been so impressed, or so frightened, by a vegetable. Plants Vs Zombies Garden Warfare truly was… something else.

Rand watched the battle for only a moment, as he soon found his gaze pulled back to Mat. His student—friend, by now?—was leaning forward in his beanbag, eyes narrowed and alight with malice as he stabbed at the controller. There was the hint of one of those trademark smirks on the edge of his lips; Rand found himself looking forward to the moment when Mat would win the battle, and that smirk would bloom in its full glory. Unfortunately, that moment never came.

Mat let out a howl and threw the controller down as the screen faded to black. Rand reached out a hand and patted him gently on the head.

“There, there,” he soothed. “It’s because you turned in your essay late. If you get the next one done in time, you’ll beat him.”

Mat stared at him, and Rand smiled sweetly.

“Incentives.”

The weeks drifted by. Rand found himself spending more and more time with Mat. Much of the time they shared outside of tutoring was spent playing games on Mat’s XBox—although that had stopped for a few weeks after Rand had, in a moment of pure beginner’s luck, managed to kill the zombie Dracula, leading Mat to sulk over the stolen victory for a solid 72 hours—or, more recently, playing petty pranks on Mat’s roommates. But there were other sides to Mat beginning to emerge, aspects to him beyond the playful trickster he presented to the world. Rand loved these new sides to him, most of the time. This... was not one of those times.

“How could you? How could you? Basil is—Basil is the sweetest, the kindest, the—”

“The boring-est! Face it, Rand, Basil is a bore. Lord Henry may be an asshat, but at least he’s interesting!”

“Lord Henry is like the 19th-century equivalent of a first-year philosophy major! And, also, he’s evil.”

“Now you’re just exaggerating.”

“He corrupts Dorian to the point of actual murder!”

“Basil would have bored him to murder years before, let’s not lie to ourselves.”

Rand pressed his hands together and took a deep breath. Mat observed his struggle and laughed.

“Look, all I’m saying is, would you rather be with Basil...” at this, he gestured to Perrin, who was lying on his bed with noise-canceling headphones on and a pillow over his face, “...or Lord Henry,” Mat concluded, pointing to himself.

Rand twisted his nose. “What? Ew. Don’t make me answer that. Perrin is my friend.”

Mat adopted a wounded expression. “And I’m not?”

“Not what?”

“Your friend!”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean… you’re…” Rand stumbled. “It’s… it’s not the same thing.”

Mat grinned smugly. “Right. Because you would rather be with Henry than Basil. Obviously.”

Rand’s first thought was that they had progressed to something beyond 19th century literature, although he wasn’t quite sure what. His second thought was that, even though Mat was unforgivably wrong, it was fun to argue with him, and not in the least because the look in his eyes when he thought he was winning did funny things to Rand’s head. Both thoughts struck him like lightning, but, before he had a chance to puzzle either out, a pillow went flying through the room and hit Mat square in the face.

From the bed, Perrin grumbled, “This is why I moved out.”

Rand never should have let Mat drag him to this party. He was uncomfortable here, out of place in his black Asha’man hoodie amongst all these people with their glamorous clothes and music he’d never heard before. At least Mat looked normal. Well, no, that was a lie. Mat’s clothes had been normal, yes—simple black jeans and a deep green shirt—though Mat himself had looked anything but. Rand was used to seeing his friend in old trousers and hoodies that clearly hadn’t seen a washing machine in their lives. There was something strange, something almost frightening, about seeing him looking so… different. Not that Rand was seeing much of him; Mat had disappeared fifteen minutes ago, and Rand had been wandering awkwardly around ever since, trying to find him.

“Hey!”

Rand turned to see a girl perhaps his own age grinning up at him. Her red dress looked more like a ballgown and her strawberry blonde hair fell over her shoulders like waves. Her smile widened as he met her eyes.

“I’m Elayne!” she called over the music. “I haven’t seen you before!”

“I’m Rand. I haven’t been here before.” He lowered his head, trying to be heard without yelling. “Have you seen Mat Cauthon?”

A knowing look glinted in her eyes and she folded her arms. “Mat? Are you another one of his poor conquests?”

Rand’s eyes widened. “No! He’s—I mean—we’re just friends. But he dragged me here and now I can’t find him.”

Elayne was still looking at him suspiciously, but she shrugged and her smile turned sympathetic. “You probably won’t. It’s hard to find anyone at these things, let alone someone like Mat.” She placed a hand on his arm. “Good luck, though!”

“Thanks,” Rand muttered, eyes scanning the crowd. Surely it couldn’t be that hard to find him? Elayne lingered a moment longer, then laughed at something or other and swished away. Rand glanced at her as she left, and, as his eyes drifted away again, he noticed a woman walking. She was tall, maybe as tall as Rand, and handsome. Her eyes were like crystals and there were silver threads running through her long yellow braid. She looked like someone out of a legend. And she was leading Mat by the hand.

Rand watched them disappear around the corner and, for a moment, there seemed to be no air in the room. His stomach dropped; his chest felt tight; he felt as though his lungs were filling with water. Rand didn’t know why, but suddenly he knew that he had to get out. Pushing through the crowd, he fumbled his way to the front door and, nearly kicking it open in haste, spilled onto the street. He took deep gulps of the cool night air, but his chest felt tight as ever, lungs as strained as before. The music rang in his ears. Covering them with his hands, Rand began to walk. His eyes were fixed on the ground, on the blurry image of his shoes on the pavement, and he soon found himself at the library. It was a comforting sight. Rand slipped inside, picked a book at random, and collapsed into a chair. The book was something vaguely Aes Sedai-related. Not that it mattered; the words swam and blurred when he tried to read.

Letting his head fall on the table, Rand tried to summon the flame and void, but neither would come. He closed his eyes.

When Rand woke up, head swimming and eyes hurting, for some reason, it was nearly four in the morning. Shaking himself awake, he closed the book and left the building. He was halfway back to his dorm when he saw someone sitting alone on the Green. No, not someone. Mat.

Rand flinched and tried to walk faster, but he made the mistake of glancing back. Mat was watching him. Rand bit back a groan; it would be rude, he knew, to keep going, but he really didn’t want to see Mat right now, not when he had probably just gotten back from being with that girl. He wasn’t sure why that bothered him, but, Light, it did. Nonetheless, he found himself turning, his feet carrying him to his friend. Mat’s gaze never left him as he approached. As Rand neared, he could see that Mat had kicked off his shoes, loosened his collar. His sleeves were rolled up, and there was an empty bottle of wine lying on the grass beside him. Rand thought he was probably drunk, and felt a wash of guilt for almost leaving him here. He came to a stop, standing over Mat, and looked down at him.

“You were going to walk away,” Mat said, slurring his words only slightly.

“No.”

“You were.” Rand moved to protest again, but Mat continued over him, “Do you think I’m a whore?”

Rand blinked. Frowned. Sat down. Eloquently said, “What?”

“Do you think I’m a whore?” Mat paused a moment, as though expecting an answer, but then waved his hand dismissively. “No, wait, don’t answer that. You do.”

Rand’s frown deepened. “No, I don’t. Why would you say that?”

Mat smiled. “When you saw me here, what did you think? Did you think I’d just come from someone’s room?” Rand didn’t answer, and Mat’s smile widened, but it wasn’t a happy sort of smile. “There you go.”

This felt unfair. Rand defended himself, “But, before, you were… I mean, that girl at the party…”

Confusion pulled Mat’s brows together, before his face suddenly cleared. “You mean Birgitte? The tall one?” He wrinkled his nose. “Birgitte is my best friend, Rand. I would never—ew. No. That would be like… like you and Perrin. Gross.”

“Gross,” Rand agreed, not knowing why he felt like the world had just been lifted from his shoulders. “So, where was she taking you?”

“To meet someone who liked me.” Mat shrugged. “Didn’t like him back. Which was a problem, apparently.” His face darkened and he pulled his knees to his chest. “People always assume that I’ll be down to do anything with anyone. I know that I flirt a lot, and I know I’m not exactly a beacon of chastity, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have standards, or that I don’t ever have better things to do with my time. Light, but I can’t go one day without everyone assuming the worst of me! Everyone! Even the way Professor Tylin looks at me, sometimes, like—” He cut himself off with a shudder.

Rand felt guilty all over again, not to mention deeply concerned about whatever Mat had stopped himself from saying, but there was so much to unpack in Mat’s rant and only one thing was pressing forward, blazing in his mind, that he needed to convey. “Mat, I don’t think you’re a- a whore. I never have, and I never will.”

Mat studied him, and there was something guarded and vulnerable in his eyes. “Sure about that?”

Rand nodded. He shifted so that he was sitting cross-legged, facing Mat, and met his friend’s eyes. “I… I had ideas about who you were before I met you, based on what other people said. Including about this. I tried not to. But I did. But,” he continued quickly, reaching out to grip Mat’s hands before he could turn away, “I was wrong about you. I figured that much out on the first day. And, every day since then, you’ve continued to surprise me. There’s so much more to you than what people say, and I—I really like it. You. I really, really like you.”

“Could you tell Nynaeve that?” Mat murmured distractedly. He was looking at Rand like something he’d never seen before. “She thinks the rumors are an accurate reflection of my character.”

“Rumors never get anything right,” Rand declared. “The only things you should be known for are your pitiful zombie-killing skills and your inability to do your own laundry.”

Mat laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners, and toppled backwards onto the grass. Rand discovered that he had not actually let go of Mat’s hands, because he quickly found himself falling with him. They lay there together, side by side, and Rand thought he could just about make out Venus amongst the stars. Not that he was looking. Beside him, he heard Mat’s breaths slow and grow even; he had fallen asleep. Rand looked at him and felt a smile threatening to take over his face, although there was no real reason to smile. He gazed at Mat for a short while longer, but sleep was quick to claim him, too, and his last thought was that he still had yet to release Mat’s hands.

Something changed, after that. Something had shifted that night, or perhaps the following morning, when Rand had woken up to see Mat’s startled face gazing back at him. Mat had scrambled up, babbled an apology and a command to never take drunk-Mat seriously, and run off to his dorm. Rand, perplexed, had wandered back to his own dorm, and they had met again the following day for their usual tutoring session. They had played Plants vs Zombies afterwards, as usual, and Rand let Mat struggle with the Dracula zombie for thirteen minutes before smugly offering his assistance, and they carried on as they always had. But something had changed. Rand just wasn’t sure what.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it, either. Exams were just around the corner, and soon Rand was seeing less and less of Mat as they were both swept away in piles of notes and highlighters. He found himself anxious for the exams to end, not just to bring an end to the stress, but, importantly, to bring an end to this period of being away from Mat. He mentioned this to Perrin, once, and received a long-suffering groan and a pillow to the face.

Finally, though, Rand’s exams were over, and, not long after that, he was sitting in front of his laptop and waiting for that fateful email to pop up with his grades. Any minute now… any minute…

Perrin leaned over his shoulder and laughed. “What are you worried about? You’re going to be top of your class, as always.”

His words were punctuated by the ding of an incoming email. Rand yelped and clicked the link. Perrin scanned the screen over his shoulder, grinning, and ruffled Rand’s hair. “Told you so.”

“Shut up,” Rand murmured half-heartedly. Then his eyes widened and he sprang to his feet. “Light, Mat! His’ll be out, too!”

He felt Perrin’s eyes on him as he rushed to pull his shoes on. “Think he’ll have done well?”

“I think he’ll have done great,” Rand puffed out, managing to get one shoe on. “He’s really improved a lot since—ouch—since we started.” He began to struggle with the second shoe.

Perrin folded his arms. “Since the deal, you mean.”

Rand, both shoes on, froze in place. Slowly, he straightened. “Yes. Since the deal.”

“If he’s done well, which I don’t doubt he has… you ready for that date?”

Rand gave him a weak smile. “Why not? It’s just a date, right?”

“Right,” Perrin echoed. “Just a date.”

Rand looked at him for a moment, and then grabbed his phone and headed for the door. As it swung shut behind him, he could hear Perrin scoff and repeat, “Just a date.”

Pushing Perrin and his cryptic looks from his mind, Rand raced down the stairs and onto the pavement. He turned the corner in full sprint, and caught only a glimpse of wide brown eyes before he slammed into Mat, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Rand scrambled to his feet. “Oh, Light, I’m sorry! You alright?”

“Yep,” Mat groaned, scowling up at him. Rand helped him up.

“So? What did you get?”

At this, Mat’s scowl disappeared, overtaken by a broad grin. He flashed his phone in Rand’s face. “I’m fifth in my class! Would’ve been fourth, but that bastard Talmanes beat me out—well, I’m not really mad at him, Talmanes is too adorable to be mad at.”

Rand beamed and pulled him into a hug. “Fifth! That’s incredible!” He pulled away and folded his arms. “I knew you just needed incentive.”

Mat’s grin suddenly turned sly. “Yeah, well, speaking of incentives…”

“Yes, the date, I remember. Is that still on?”

“A deal’s a deal, my friend.”

Rand sighed theatrically. “Fine. Tonight?”

“Meet me here at eight.” With that, he turned on his heel and left.

Rand shook his head and checked his watch. It was five. More than enough time. Right?

“Rand, for fuck’s sake, it’s five minutes to eight!”

“I know, I know! Just help me decide which shirt—”

“It literally does not matter!” Perrin dragged a hand down his face. “You know, for just a date, you’re really putting a lot of effort into this.”

Rand glared at him. “I always put effort into things.”

“Of course you do,” Perrin deadpanned. “Look, it doesn’t matter what you wear. He’s not going to like you any less.”

“What? Who said anything about him liking me? I’m just trying to look decent for a night out.”

Perrin groaned and shook his head. “You—he—I—” He gave a little, defeated sigh and flopped into a chair. “The red shirt. Just… wear the red shirt.”

Rand smiled; he’d been leaning towards that option, too. “Alright. Thanks, Perrin.”

Perrin muttered something under his breath, but Rand wasn’t listening. He pulled the shirt on, ran a hand through his hair, and rushed for the door, arriving outside his dorm at eight on the dot. Surprisingly, Mat was there already, wearing the green shirt from the party. Rand stumbled slightly; they must have put in an extra step when he wasn’t looking.

“You dressed up,” Mat smirked.

“So did you.”

Rand thought Mat’s ears went a little pink, but that might have been the dusk light. They began to walk. Mat took him to a lively bar in the heart of the town. The people there seemed to know him well; as they approached, the bartender smiled broadly, eyes flitting between them. “I see you’ve done well in your exams, lad.”

Mat rolled his eyes. “You say that like you doubted me, Thom.”

“Every step of the way,” Thom said cheerily. His eyes fell on Rand. “Although, if you’d brought him in before, I might have reconsidered your chances.” He nodded to Rand. “Nice to finally meet you. Young Mat here never stops talking about—”

“Okay!” Mat broke in loudly. “Thanks for that, Thom! Drinks, now, please!”

Thom placed two bottles on the counter and went away, laughing to himself.

“Wait, we didn’t get to order,” Rand frowned, but Mat shushed him, pushing one bottle towards him.

“I’ve been planning this for months,” he explained, smiling around his own bottle. “Drink up.”

So Rand drank, and they talked, and about an hour and a half later he stood, feeling slightly light-headed and extremely confused as to how they had reached this point in the night. ‘This point’ being that Mat was currently standing on top of the bar, on one leg, juggling five, no, six empty bottles. Only three or four were theirs, Rand thought; the others were donated by other patrons eager to see Mat juggle them. This sort of thing was normal here, apparently. Rand wondered if this was what Mat had been planning for months, or if he was just doing what he liked, now. Knowing Mat, either could very well be the case.

Not that Rand minded any of this; he had become entranced in watching Mat. At first, it had been the sheer anxiety that had drawn him in—those were glass bottles, for the love of the Light!—but somewhere along the way he had forgotten about the bottles, and was now solely fixated on watching Mat. There wasn’t a shred of concentration on his face; he was smiling lazily, eyes drifting around the room like juggling six glass bottles was the easiest thing in the world. His leg was wobbling slightly, but Rand could see no sign of imbalance beyond that. He was framed and backlit by the bar, by dim lights of shifting colors and rows of old bottles stacked on their sides. Rand watched him as he tossed the bottles high into the air; watched as he brought them all back down and handed them to Thom; watched as he took three low, sweeping bows and leapt off the bar; watched as he approached Rand with a flushed face and gleaming eyes.

“I bet that Basil Hallward would’ve disapproved of that,” Mat said, breathless, because he was still on about that, burn him, and Rand really, really wanted to kiss him.

So he did.

It was nice when Mat kissed back. It was nice to taste the wine on his lips, to feel his fingers in Rand’s hair. It was nice, but it wasn’t until they parted—when Mat stared at him with eyes so wide, when the smile he gave Rand was uncharacteristically shy and sweet, and when he moved in again, not for a kiss, but press their heads together and stay there—that Rand knew this was it for him.

And then Mat snorted and whispered, “Lord Henry wins,” and Rand shoved him to the floor and left him there to laugh by himself.

Five Years Later

Perrin was right.

Well, Perrin is usually right, but, for the love of the Light, did he have to be right about this?

Rand is standing at the altar. Perrin, his best man, is standing beside him. Birgitte, Mat’s best woman, is there, too. Everything is in order, except that there is a big Mat-sized gap where Mat should be. Perrin can already feel a headache coming on. It’s growing stronger by the minute. In the pews, people are beginning to whisper. Rand, for his part, is standing with his eyes closed, most likely having disappeared into the void, leaving Perrin to cope with this anxiety on his own. Typical.

And then the doors burst open. People turn in their seats; Rand opens his eyes; Perrin’s headache reaches a crescendo. Mat stumbles in.

He is yelling, as always. “Sorry, I’m sorry, there was a—I lost my shirt for a while, and then—I just—I couldn’t get my damn shoes on—” He continues in this fashion all the way up the aisle, and Perrin resists the urge to bang his head again the nearest pillar. The Light save them all.

The Wheel turns twice before Mat finally, finally reaches the altar, and then he rocks on his heels and flashes the most shit-eating grin Perrin has ever seen. “Sorry, Rand,” he whispers. “I got bored waiting for this thing to begin, so I started watching Brooklyn 99… and I just lost track of time…”

How this man is getting married is a mystery Perrin doesn’t even want to solve.

Then Rand starts laughing quietly, and Mat smiles at him like he’s just pinned the stars to the sky, and Perrin thinks, oh, that’s how.

He finds himself smiling with them. His friends are chaotic and dumb, but they are his friends, and he loves them, and he’s happy for them—

“I still can’t believe you agreed to marry me if I topped grad school,” Mat murmurs.

“Incentives,” Rand teases back.

Fuck it. Perrin wants to go home.

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Through the Looking-Glaz (Glaz/Fuze, Rating E, awkward romance, ~12k words)

Left with Jack-All (Jackal/Jäger, Bandit/Jäger, Rating E, lots of drama, ~35k words)

Who can? Kapkan! (Kapkan/Rook, Rating E, PWP with flexibility kink, ~10k words)

A Rookie Mistake (Blitz/Rook, Rating M, fluff, ~5k words)

Experience Pure Blitz (Blitz/Rook, Rating E, PWP/fluff/humour, ~6k words)

Holy Smoke! (Bandit/Jäger, Rating E, PWP/crossdressing/humour, ~5k words)

Three Horse Open Sledge (Blitz/Rook, Sledge/Blitz/Rook, Rating E, no actual threesome/PWP/consensual voyeurism, ~8k words)

My new Reign, Bow to me (tons of pairings - collection of oneshots, Rating M, fluff/humour/angst, ~17k words)

Maestrom (Sledge/Maestro, Rating E, feelings/fluff/humour/trust issues, ~60k words)

Uneasy Alliance (Bandit/Lion, Rating E, very explicit/extreme dubcon, 10k words)

Moving Mountains (Montagne/Bandit, Rating E, demon AU, tragic angst/fluff/bittersweet ending, ~14k words)

Curiosity Killed The Lion (But Satisfaction Had Him Sighin’) (Montagne/Bandit/Lion, Rating E, PWP/fluff/very explicit, ~9k words)

Rose-tinted Glaz (Maverick/Glaz, Rating E, pining/fluff, ~18k words)

Leaving a Mark (Smoke/Mute, Rating E, friends to lovers, angst/fluff/humour, ~34k words)

Bandit Territory (Bandit/Jäger, Rating E, hurt/comfort + drama, ~14k words)

Twist the Lion’s Tail (Bandit/Lion, Rating E, explicit/PWP, ~9k words)

Receiving the Lion’s Share (Bandit/Lion, Rating E, explicit, 10k words)

Where there's Smoke (Lesion/Smoke, Rating E, sci-fi AU, ~14k words)

Stay Muted (Smoke/Mute, Rating E, pining/angsty rambling, 7.5k words)

Thrown to the Lion (Bandit/Lion, Rating E, smut/angst, ~6k words)

Not Taking it Lyin' Down (Bandit/Lion, Rating E, fluff/smut, ~13k words)

Clawesome, Fangtastic, absolutely Smoking (Smoke/Mute, Rating E, fantasy AU, fluff/smut/humour, ~30k words)

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RECRUITVERSE

Meet the five idiots recruits!

Valenti’s POV: They want to steal brownies. (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~3k words)

Shay’s POV: They try to steal phones. (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~5k words)

Gian’s POV: They intend to get back at Bandit. (Rating T, fluff, ~3.8k words)

Ivan’s POV: They meet. (Rating T, angst + hurt/comfort, ~3.7k words)

Jojo’s POV: They’re stuck babysitting. (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~4.7k words)

Valenti’s POV: They decorate Christmas trees. (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~5k words)

Gian’s POV: They confide in Gian. (Rating T, fluff / hurt/comfort, ~3.1k words)

Ivan’s POV: They bond a little secretly? (Rating T, nothing but fluff, ~2.2k words)

Jojo's POV: They meet Shay’s girlfriend. (Rating T, humour + a whole lot of pining, ~5.1k words)

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Cheese Crackers (Blitz/Rook)

Rook seeks the perfect Valentine’s date and Blitz wishes he wouldn’t. (Rating G, fluff, ~1k words)

Rook is stuck in the hospital and Blitz visits to cheer him up. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.3k words)

They’re stuck in the middle of nowhere with Bandit. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Sledge/Blitz/Rook threesome! (Rating E, literally nothing but sex, 500 words)

Rook develops a debatably unhealthy obsession with Blitz’ mouth. (Rating M, extremely suggestive, ~1.2k words)

Blitz getting DP’d. What more could you want? (Rating E, again nothing but sex, 640 words)

For once, Blitz has a smooth moment. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

They’re both tipsy and stupidly in love. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Blitz wants to dance. (Rating G, pure sugar, ~1.2k words)

Blitz would like their relationship to stay secret and Rook… doesn’t. (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~2.2k words)

They get stuck in an elevator and Rook has, uh, an awkward problem. (Rating M, humour/fluff/a handjob, ~3k words)

It’s Halloween, Rook is scared and Blitz is scary. (Rating G, fluff/humour, ~1.8k words)

Blitz and Rook are on the beach and protecting a sandcastle. (Rating G, fluff fluff fluff, ~1.6k words)

The two of them recover together (Blitz almost froze to death). (Rating T, hurt/comfort, ~2.2k words)

It’s Halloween and the German men are dressed rather skimpily. (Rating M, humour/some sexy times, ~2.6k words)

Rook wants to play party games. Blitz really doesn’t. (Rating T, humour/fluff, ~1.5k words)

Rook smells good and Blitz notices. (Rating G, fluff fluff fluff, ~1.8k words)

Blitz embarrasses himself. (Rating M, humour, ~1.3k words)

Rook is a horny dog and Blitz indulges him. (Rating E, fluff/humour/explicit, some exhibitionism and semi-public sex, ~8.5k words)

Rook tries to date Blitz based on Wikihow. It goes about as well as you’d imagine. (Rating T, humour/fluff, ~5k words)

For once, Blitz completely sweeps Rook off his feet :) (Rating E, explicit + bursting with fluff, ~6.8k words)

Bad things happen. (Rating T, angst², ~1.5k words)

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Hunter Fisher (Bandit/Jäger)

Bandit is worried sick about Jäger and would never admit it. (Rating M, sexual elements, ~1.1k words)

Bandit plays pranks on others to cheer Jäger up. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Jäger wants to cuddle. Bandit doesn’t. (Rating M, fluff with some sex because Bandit, ~1.1k words)

Jäger very nearly dies during Outbreak. (Rating T, angst/comfort, ~1.3k words)

Jäger forgets and has to re-learn some important things after suffering a concussion. (Rating M, hurt/comfort?, ~3.6k words)

Bandit bonds with Rook and Blitz with Jäger. (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~1.5k words)

Bandit uses euphemisms during sex. (Rating E, explicit sex/humour, ~2k words)

Bandit poses as Jäger’s boyfriend to support him in coming out to his uncle. (Rating E, fluff/explicit, ~12k words): Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Jäger tries to leave Bandit. Tries. (Rating G, angst/slight comfort, ~1.3k words)

Bandit is dead and Jäger can’t cope with it. (Rating M?, angst all the way, ~1.3k words)

Jäger jerks off while wearing Bandit’s jacket. (Rating E, explicit smut/eventual fluff, ~6k words)

They take a bath together. (Rating T/M, fluff/humour, ~1.9k words)

Bandit writes a letter. (Rating T, hurt/comfort?, ~2.2k words)

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Boo Boo Boogaloo (Bandit/Doc)

Bandit relapses and Doc finds him. (Rating M, angst, ~1.3k words)

Doc has a late night visit from a drunk Bandit. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.1k words)

Doc is the most oblivious person on the planet. (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~1.4k words)

Bandit wants to prove he’s a good person. (Rating T, humour/fluff, ~3.8k words)

Warlord Bandit asks a djinn-like Doc to help win a war. (Rating G, fantasy AU, ~13k words)

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The Unholy Duality (Smoke/Mute)

Mute doesn’t know what a ruined orgasm is. Smoke shows him. (Rating E, absolute PWP with gratuitous bickering, ~6k words)

Smoke despairs over how attractive Mute is. (Rating T, humour/fluff, ~1.5k words)

They’re unapologetically horny and also in love. (Rating E, humour/explicit, ~2.3k words)

Smoke is a freeloader and Mute… surprisingly alright with it. (Rating M, fluff/humour/non-explicit, ~4.7k words)

Smoke effortlessly captures everyone’s heart. (Rating G/T?, low fantasy AU and pure fluff, ~4.8k words)

As usual, utter chaos happens which explains where those pink skins came from. (Rating M, crack + some sexiness going on, ~2.7k words)

Like good Brits, they observe tea time. (Rating Tea, just chaos, ~1.2k words)

Two nerds fall for each other. Also, as usual, part of it devolves into utter chaos :) (Rating T, fluff fluff fluff + humour, ~9k words)

Mute meets someone close to Smoke - or: Witness Two Boners Die In Slow Motion. (Rating M/E, sexual content + humour, fluff, ~5k words)

Mute’s Halloween outfit overstays its welcome and Smoke demonstrates what a good dad he is. (Rating M, some sexual elements + heaps of fluff, ~3.5k words) Please read this first!

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Protection Mountain (Montagne/Bandit)

PART 1 Bandit is cold and Montagne the opposite. (Rating T, fluff? kind of??, ~1.5k words)

PART 2 Montagne and Bandit talk little but with heavy impact. (Rating G, emotional hurt/comfort, ~1.5k words)

PART 3 They go a step further (also, Bandit is a loser). (Rating M, kinda explicit/fluff, ~2k words)

PART 4 Montagne gets hurt - but Bandit can help. (Rating T, hurt/comfort, ~1.7k words)

PART 5 They tell each other ‘I love you’. Bandit with some delay. (Rating E, explicit/fluff, ~2.2k words)

PART 6 Bandit keeps Monty up. But not for the obvious reasons. (Rating M, fluff/sexual elements, ~1.8k words)

PART 2.1 The two go on a ‘date’. (Rating T, hurt/comfort, ~1.7k words)

PART 3.1 Bandit is jealous and makes a fool of himself. (Rating T, humour/fluff, ~2.3k words)

PART 3.2 Bandit is still jealous. (Rating M, fluff, hurt/comfort, ~3.5k words)

PART ?? Monty’s and Bandit’s first time :) (Rating E, explicit/Bandit is so stupidly in love, ~5.7k words)

PART 6.1 Monty is on a mission and Bandit misses him horribly. (Rating E, explicit/emotional hurt/comfort, ~3.1k words)

PART 6.2 Monty turns out to be an excellent rope bunny. (Rating E, nothing but explicit sex, ~6k words)

PART 7 Monty wants them to live together and Bandit doesn’t. (Rating T, emotional hurt/comfort, ~4.8k words)

PART 8 There’s something wrong with Bandit. (Rating T, hurt/comfort, ~3.7k words)

PART 9 Montagne gets clingy. Exceedingly so. (Rating E, fluff/humour/explicit, ~5.8k words)

PART 1.1 / 3.3 They cuddle and Bandit enjoys it more than he wants to. / Monty is sleeping and he just… looks too good. (1st: Rating T, hurt/comfort, ~1k words, 2nd: Rating M, sorta explicit, ~1.7k words)

PART 10 Bandit is jealous and then bad things happen. (Rating T, first half fluff, second half a lot of hurt with little comfort and a surprise ending!, ~3k words)

PART 10.1 Bandit unsuccessfully deals with not being able to see Monty. (Rating M, basically all hurt but I swear the comfort will come eventually, ~2.5k words)

PART 10.2 It gets a little better and Bandit has a plan. (Rating T, it’s very slowly getting better, ~2.2k words)

PART 11 We’re approaching the comfort part of this wild ride. We’re not entirely there yet - but we will be. (Rating T, hurt/comfort, ~5.3k words)

PART 12 - THE FINALE! This time, it's not Bandit depending on Montagne. (Rating T/M, hurt/comfort + ridiculous fluff, ~8.5k words)

NOT PART OF PROTECTION MOUNTAIN BUT STILL MONTY/BANDIT

Jackal wants a piece of Monty, much to Bandit’s chagrin. (Rating T, Bandit suffers, ~4k words)

Bandit has a desperate crush (on Halloween, no less). (Rating T, emotional hurt/comfort, ~2.7k) Continuation of THIS

Monty is alarmingly oblivious and Bandit stupidly happy. (Rating M, humour/fluff/non-explicit sex, ~2.1k words)

Montagne, Blitz and Bandit go fishing together. What could go wrong? (Rating T, who thought this was a good idea, ~900 words)

Bandit is convinced he's ill. (Rating T, fluff, ~2.3k words)

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Various Operators: Ash organises a paintball team deathmatch! (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~4k words)

Ash/Mira: Ash is a being of chaos and Mira knows how to handle her. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.5k words)

Ash and Thermite: What’s better than a friendship date? Nothing. That’s what. (Rating G, GOOD TIMES BETWEEN PALS, ~1.3k words)

Bandit/Glaz: Boredom is dangerous. (Rating G, melancholy fluff?, ~1.2k words)

Bandit/Lesion: Bandit impresses with his ice skating skills. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.5k words)

Bandit/Lesion: Bandit tries to learn some Chinese. (Rating M, fluff/a littly smutty, ~1.7k words)

Bandit/Lion: Continuation of Uneasy Alliance! (Rating M, non-explicit non-con, dark themes, a little fluff, ~6.5k words)

Bandit and Rook: Rook hugs Bandit for comfort. Weird, right? (Rating T, all the fluff, ~1.7k words)

Bandit/Rook: Bandit is pissed at Rook talking too much. So he makes him stop. (Rating E, explicit, ~1.4k words)

Bandit/Rook: There’s a fine line between obvious and oblivious. (Rating G, pure fluff, ~800 words)

Bandit/Smoke: They’re both oblivious idiots. (Rating T, fluff, ~1k words)

Bandit/Vigil: Bandit is drunk and horny and Vigil is… one of those things. (Rating M/E, sexy themes, ~3.5k words)

Bandit/Vigil: Vigil recuperates and Bandit is detrimental? (Rating M, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of torture, ~3.9k words)

Blackbeard/Goyo: Blackbeard is annoying.....ly likeable. (Rating T, some angry rambling + fluff?, ~5.2k words)

Blackbeard/Goyo: Goyo is slowly going mad. On several accounts. (Rating E, fluff/humour/resolved sexual tension + smut, ~5.2k words)

Blackbeard/Goyo: Smoke and Mute meddle, but BB and Goyo could’ve argued even without their interference, thank you very much. (Rating M, humour/slice of life, ~5.1k words)

Blackbeard/Vigil: Blackbeard drags Vigil to places now and then. (Rating T/M, not really fluffy, ~1.2k words)

Blackbeard/Vigil: Vigil is given a challenge coin. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.2k words)

Blitz and Maestro: Blitz is being threatened with panna cotta. And why is Maestro’s shirt off (Rating T, humour, ~1.8k words)

Blitz/Mute: Blitz loves winter and Mute probably too. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.7k words)

Blitz/Montagne: Neither of them can sleep, so they keep each other company. (Rating G, emotional comfort, ~1.2k words)

Blitz/Spectre: The two of them get a little closer. (Rating T, fluff, ~2.5k words)

Buck/Caveira: Buck is a darling and Caveira is, uh, not. Kind of. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.6k words)

Buck/Caveira: Caveira thinks Buck is stupid. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Buck/Fuze: There’s a broken sink, almost a broken heart, and no broken bones (but only because Kapkan had no say in the matter). (Rating M, fluff/humour/very light angst/a little sexy, ~4.8k words)

Buck/Glaz: Buck wants to make sure their date is perfect and tries to cook for Glaz. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.1k words)

Castle/Thermite: Thermite kisses Castle. Twice. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.5k words)

Clash/Caveira: They make a friend. Spoiler: it’s each other. (Rating G, tentative fluff?, ~1k words)

Doc/Jäger: They get mistaken for a couple and both of them want to die. PART 1 (Rating G, they suffer, ~1.4k words)

Doc/Jäger: They still get mistaken as a couple. It won’t stop. PART 2 (Rating M, fluff/humour/mutual suffering, ~1.5k words)

Doc/Jäger: Basically, it’s sex pollen. No mercy. PART 3 (Rating E, smut/humour, ~2.2k words)

Doc/Jäger: Doc is sent on vacation. What could go wrong? PART 4 (Rating M, no mutual suffering cos Jäger is actually having a great time in this one, non-explicit sex, ~2.5k words)

Doc/Jäger: Doc is ill and Jäger takes care of him. PART 5 (Rating T, sickfic/fluff/humour, ~3k words)

Doc/Lion: Lion absolutely can’t get enough of Doc. (Rating E, pure filth + fluff, ~4k words)

Doc/Lion: They kiss and make up after a fight. And, uh, other things. (Rating E, utter filth + fluff, ~5.2k words)

Doc/Lion: Instead of going for each other’s throat, they reach a little lower (and Lion gets more than he bargained for). (Rating E, explicit, ~3k words)

Doc/Lion: Lion keeps finding gifts (Rating G, nothing but fluff, ~1k words)

Doc/Lion: Lion can’t keep his fingers off Doc, and Doc can’t keep his feet off Lion ;) (Rating E, pure PWP, ~4.3k words)

Doc/Rook: Doc is not interested in Rook. He’s not, okay? (Rating G, fluff, ~1.6k words)

Fuze/Jäger: Jäger gets beaten up and Fuze rescues him. (Rating G, fluff with feelings?, ~1.2k words)

Fuze/Wolf: Wolf can’t sleep and Fuze assists. (Rating G/T, emotional hurt/comfort + fluff, ~2.7k words)

Fuze/Ying: Ying knows Fuze doesn’t like her. Right? …right?? (Rating G, fluff, ~1.7k words)

Glaz/Echo: Echo allows Glaz to fly his drone. (Rating T, fluff fluff fluff, ~1.5k words)

Glaz/Echo: They go out together and eat sushi. Simple enough, right? (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~3.7k words)

Glaz/Echo: Echo refuses to apologise for something, uh, unsavoury. (Rating T, chaotic nonsense, ~1.4k words)

Glaz/Jäger: Glaz is ill and Jäger sets out to cheer him up. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.4k words)

Jackal/Buck: Only bad things happen. (Rating T, please don’t read if you don’t like angst, I’m serious, ~1.1k words)

Jackal/Buck: Buck offers a shave with a straight razor as a birthday gift. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Jackal and Montagne: He can’t sleep. (Rating G, hurt/comfort, ~1.6k words)

Jackal, Pulse and Lion challenge each other. (Rating G, drunken shenanigans, ~1.2k words)

Jackal/Kapkan/Doc: Jackal has no idea what he’s getting himself into. (Rating T/M, fluff/humour, ~1.1k words)

Jackal/Thermite: Thermite finds himself in a bed with Jackal. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Jäger/Mute: Jäger finds the nerdiest way to confess to Mute. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.5k words)

Kaid/Mozzie: Mozzie tries his best to get a reaction... only he wasn’t expecting the one he eventually receives. (Rating E, utter filth + fluff, ~3.6k words)

Kaid/Sledge/Mozzie: Mozzie's job is to satisfy. (Rating E, utter PWP, ~2k words)

Kapkan/Doc: Kapkan is behaving…. oddly towards Doc. (Rating M, suggestive, ~1.7k words)

Kapkan/Fuze: They resolve an argument in their own way. (Rating M/E, fluff + not very explicit smut, ~4.5k words)

Kapkan/Glaz: Glaz tries to teach Kapkan how to draw. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.2k words)

Kapkan/Glaz: Glaz is a hunter. Kapkan is a werewolf. (Rating M, fluff-ish, ~1.6k words)

Kapkan/Glaz: Glaz keeps accidentally grabbing Kapkan’s hand. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.1k words)

Kapkan/Glaz: Glaz celebrates his birthday and Kapkan is cocky. (Rating E, explicit sex/fluff, ~2.6k words)

Kapkan/Glaz: Their opinions differ while they’re out hunting. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.6k words)

Kapkan/Glaz: Glaz implicitly makes a bet with Kapkan. (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~2k words)

Kapkan/Glaz: The Spetsnaz go swimming and some... get wetter than others. (Rating E, explicit, ~4.2k words) Sequel to the one above!

Kapkan/Glaz: Kapkan suffers from anxiety, Glaz helps. (Rating E, angst fluff + smut, ~4.6k words)

Kapkan/Jäger: The two of them do the 1 kill = 1 strip Fortnite challenge. (Rating M, fluff/teasing, ~1.5k words)

Kapkan/Smoke: Never bet against James Porter. (Rating M/E, humour/not super explicit, ~1.7k words)

Lesion/Echo: Dokkaebi sends a nude. And it’s not her own. (Rating T, fluff/humour, ~1.3 words)

Lesion/Echo: Lesion is on holiday but still comes in to bug Echo. (Rating G, fluff/humour, ~1.7k words)

Lesion/Echo: Lesion has a panic attack. (Rating T, hurt/comfort, ~1.7k words)

Lion and Ela: Lion makes a friend. (Rating T, fluff? hurt/comfort? a bit of both probably, ~1.8k words)

Maestro/Jackal: Jackal feels left out even though he really isn’t. (Rating G, hurt/comfort, ~1.3k words)

Montagne/Doc: Doc isn’t embarrassed. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Montagne/Rook: Monty is not homophobic. He really isn’t. (Rating M, nothing explicit, ~1k words)

Montagne/Rook: Montagne is a good coach. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.5k words)

Montagne/Valkyrie: Monty learns about Valkyrie’s tattoos. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.2k words)

Mute/Rook: Beating someone up is the most romantic thing ever. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Pulse/Thermite: They break into Doc’s office drunk and make some very interesting discoveries. (Rating E, smut, ~3k words :)

Pulse/Thermite: Thermite is in T or C and Pulse is worried. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.2k words)

Sledge/Bandit: Diana is a demon and Bandit tries to rescue her. (Rating T, humour/fluff, ~1.7k words)

Sledge/Blitz: It’s Blitz’ first time. And boy, is he not ready. (Rating E, poor Blitz, ~2.5k words)

Sledge/Doc: Sledge makes himself invaluable. (Rating T/M, fluff/tiny bit nsfw at the end, ~1.2k words)

Sledge/Glaz: Sledge is obsessed with Glaz’ smile. (Rating M, fluff fluff fluff, ~1.2k words)

Sledge/Glaz: Rook and Mute shamelessly exploit Glaz’ crush. (Rating T/M, fluff/humour, ~1.8k)

Sledge/Jäger: Sledge takes care of Jäger after outbreak PART 1 (Rating M, fluff + a tiny bit of smut, ~1.2k words)

Sledge/Jäger: Sledge takes care of Jäger after outbreak PART 2 (Rating T, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Sledge/Maestro: The two of them go shopping while Maestro (not so) quietly panics. (Rating T, fluff³, ~1.5k words)

Sledge/Maestro: Maestro tries to create the perfect pre-Christmas dinner for Sledge’s parents… with an emphasis on tries. (Rating G/T, fluff, ~2.5k words)

Sledge/Mute: Mute is being a little too obvious. (Rating G, fluff fluff fluff, ~1.3k words)

Smoke/Lesion: Both of them come out of the closet. Literally, not figuratively. (Rating E, explicit + hints of fluff, ~3.7k words)

Smoke/Lesion: Bandit demonstrates his superior pick-up skills :) (Rating T, humour, ~1.2k words)

Smoke/Lesion: Lesion meets someone important during his first mission and then realises he was horribly wrong over the course of a few years. (Rating T, culture clash + hurt/comfort, ~9k words)

Tachanka/Capitao: The two cuddling post-coitus. (Rating T, this was entirely too much fun, ~800 words)

Tachanka/Jäger: Jäger gets a refresher in hand to hand combat. (Rating M, fluff, praise kink and very slightly smutty, ~1.3k words)

Tachanka/Kapkan: Tachanka seems to prefer younger lovers and Kapkan is dissatisfied with that. (Rating G, fluff, ~1k words)

Tachanka/Kapkan: They get married. Because why wouldn’t they? (Rating E, explicit sex, ~4k words)

Tachanka/Montagne: Monty mourns what was lost between them. (Rating T, lots of introspection, ~1.3k words)

Tachanka/Vigil: Tachanka is sensible and an upstanding member of society. (Rating E, filth and depravity, dubcon, humiliation? all the good stuff basically, ~3.2k words)

Tachanka/Vigil: Horrible, horrible things happen. (Rating M/E, angst and some gore, ~2.5k words)

Thatcher/Buck: Thatcher complains a lot. And Buck doesn’t mind. (Rating T, fluff? maybe?, ~800 words)

Thatcher/Jäger: Thatcher is technologically challenged. (Rating T, humour, 1k words exactly!)

Thatcher/Lesion: Lesion has a tattoo and Thatcher hates it. (Rating T, fierce denial and fluff I suppose, ~2.5k words)

Thatcher/Lesion: They go on vacation together and manage to confront a few things. Mostly each other. (Rating E, fluff, kinda explicit, emotional hurt/comfort, ~7.3k words)

Thatcher/Lion: The two of them begin respecting each other. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.8k words)

Thermite fucking dies. (Rating M, all the angst, ~1.1k words)

Thermite/Fuze: Fuze is terrible at showing emotions. (Rating T, hurt/comfort, ~1.3k words)

Thermite, Bandit and Kapkan: They, uh, deal with the… unusual aftermath of a mission. (Rating T, supernatural shenanigans, ~1.5k words)

Twitch/IQ: They made too many cookies. (Twitch/IQ, Rating T, fluff + emotional comfort, ~2.8k words)

Valkyrie/Ela: Valkyrie needs to cheer Ela up. So she does. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

Valkyrie/Ela: Valkyrie dyes Ela’s hair. (Rating T, fluff, ~1.2k words)

Vigil/Mute: Vigil has a crush. (Rating G, fluff, ~1.6k words)

NON-SIEGE WRITING

Man of Medan: Conrad deals with the aftermaths of surviving the Ourang Medan. ...more or less successfully. (Rating T, angsty rambling, ~2.3k words)

Original Fiction: Balance (Rating T, fantasy/mystery, ~5.5k words)

#rainbow six siege #fanfic #masterpost #sorry for the long post #blitz/rook #bandit/jäger #doc/bandit #lesion/echo #montagne/bandit #doc/jäger #sledge/maestro #smoke/mute #recruitverse #blackbeard/goyo #doc/lion #kapkan/glaz

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Week 5: Rarepairs!

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Cas/Benny

What If by @galaxystiel

What if, before Castiel fell, he arranged for Benny to be pulled from purgatory and resurrected?

Teen and Up. 741 words. (Complete)

[canon divergence, implied past sexual encounters]

Dean/Benny

Where We Are by @envydean

Benny’s just got married to Andrea. Dean gets drunk at the reception and ends up telling more than he wanted during his best man’s speech.

Teen and Up. 2.9k words. (Complete)

[Accidental Love Confessions, Angst, Happy Ending, Reuniting]

Enough by @coffeeandcas

Dean is the new cop on the block and has only been at his new job for three weeks. Already he’s made three epic screw-ups and has drawn the attention of his boss. Deputy Lafitte, who Dean has been dating for a while now outside of work, calls him into the office and reprimands him, then asks him to make a very interesting choice…

Explicit. 9.5k words. (Complete)

[Sub!Dean, Dom!Benny, BDSM, rope bondage, spanking, leather, sub drop]

found by @babybluecas

Purgatory has still got its hold on Dean, but it’s another embrace he ends up in at night.

Teen and Up. 1.1k words. (Complete)

[canon based, established relationship]

Sam/Eileen

Morning at Brookdale by @braezenkitty

Sam and Eileen wake up and get reacquainted.

Explicit. 715 words. (Complete)

[Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Heterosexual Sex, Morning Sex]

What Did Sam Do This Time? by @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Mature. 1.2k words. (Complete)

[Fluff and Angst, MoL Bunker, implied destiel]

Dean/Cas/Jimmy

One and One Make Three by @braezenkitty

Dean’s crushing hardcore on his friend, Cas. He doesn’t know him all that well since they only met at the start of the semester a few weeks earlier, but seeing Cas in classes four days a week was bound to affect him. He’s smart, goofy and charismatic, but somehow also serious and socially clueless; he’s athletic with the body to prove it; and he’s fucking gorgeous with the bluest eyes Dean has ever seen. In other words, he’s a total catch and way too good for Dean.

Dean is resolved to suffer his crush in silence until it goes away. Only it doesn’t, of course, because when is Dean Winchester’s life ever easy or simple? That’s when he finds out the person he thought was Cas is actually two people—identical twins. When the twins realize Dean’s blunder, they decide to have a little fun. They refuse to reveal the other twin’s name until Dean earns the right to know it. Which means Dean’s stuck doing their bidding until they decide to have mercy on him.

Explicit. 25.5k words. (Complete)

[Mildly Dubious Consent, Twincest, Blow Jobs, Dean in Panties, College AU]

The Case of the Masked Swordsman by @jhoomwrites

There’s a strange, masked swordsman acting as a vigilante in Richmond. The man fights the prevalent corruption in local mining towns and is suspected of helping men escape their indentured servitude for new lives. In all honesty, Dean admires the man’s efforts, but he’s been tasked with investigating the claims and bringing the masked man to justice.

Mature. 9k words. (Complete)

[twincest, historical!au, zorro!au, blowjobs, minor michael/anna]

Love at First sight by @fpwoper

Dean Winchester is the owner of his own car restoration store slash garage, aptly named “Winchester Cars”. His brother, Sam, and best friends have all moved away from the medium-sized city he lives in, and Dean is lonely. He’s not coping very well - J.N., a porn actor slash lingerie model, is profiting a lot from his lonely nights - and the only person keeping him happy is Charlie, his best friend. Their Skype conversations don’t always help, though. One night, after being pressured by Charlie to finally go out, Dean strikes out again. He decides to just give up and wanders around the city until he finds a bar he likes, and enters. He decides to go in and hope for the best - maybe he’ll find someone there…

Explicit. 28.5k words. (Complete)

[cas and jimmy don’t know if they are related, confused identities, jimmys a porn star]

Some Things Last by @rosemoonweaver

Jimmy Novak had nearly everything he’d ever wanted; a decent job, a beautiful daughter, and a boyfriend he adored. But his father’s sudden death threatens to destroy the things he holds most dear when he’s forced to come face-to-face with his past and the one person he never wanted to have to face again: his brother.

Castiel Novak had been managing life just fine. It hadn’t been going the way he’d expected, but still, things were fine. That was of course until his father died and he was back in the same room as his twin brother, Jimmy, and all that managing was a little harder to do. Between his brother, his memories, and his brother’s gorgeous new boyfriend, Castiel was fairly certain it’s only a matter of time before something snaps.

Dean Winchester thought he’d had things relatively figured out. He was in love and more than ready to take the next step with his boyfriend, until he found out about that twin brother his boyfriend had never mentioned. There’s some kind of damage between the two of them, shaking Jimmy up and messing with his head. Dean is determined to find out what and hopefully fix it. Now all he has to do is figure it out and not fall for the wrong twin in the process.

Explicit. 61.7k words. (Complete)

[Past Child Abuse, Infidelity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lovers to Enemies, Enemies to Lovers]

Sam/Dean/Cas

Dean's a Secret Romantic by @fragments-of-stardust

Valentine’s Day is coming up, and Sam wants to take Cas on a date. Dean grudging agrees, and they plan out the date in earnest.

“Are those heart-shaped pancakes?” Sam asked him, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Are you, Dean No-Romance Winchester, making heart-shaped pancakes?”

Explicit. 4.1k words. (WIP)

[Established Relationship, Shower Sex, Flustered Dean]

To Fall Down At Your Door by @samanddeaninpanties

Dean is Cas’s submissive and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s never been conventional by any stretch of the word, so why follow along with the way Alphas are expected to behave? Their dynamic works for them. Screw anyone who says an Omega should never dominate an Alpha. When a homeless Alpha enters Dean’s Artisan Bakery it bothers him more than he cares to admit. Cas insists Dean wouldn’t hurt anyone unless he didn’t have a choice. Alphas don’t usually mate because it tends to lead to injury or death. So, the attraction he’s feeling doesn’t matter. Self-preservation does and despite Cas believing it wouldn’t end badly Dean doesn’t wanna take the chance. Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done, especially since Cas has decided he’s gonna fuck Sam.

Explicit. 5k words. (WIP)

[Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, bottom!Dean, switch!Cas, switch!Sam, voyeurism, porn with feelings]

Warnings: under-negotiated kink in chapter 3 (but fully consensual)

Dean/Jake Peralta (Crossover)

What happens in Brooklyn.... by @procasdeanating

Dean's hunting a vamp in NYC. A cop named Jake crosses his path …

Teen and Up. 1.3k words. (Complete)

[Brooklyn 99 Crossover, Love Confessions, POV Dean Winchester]

Balthazar/Gabriel

Oh, Won't You Please Take Me Home by @bold-sartorial-statement

Balthazar meets Gabriel in the angel afterlife. Snarkiness ensues.

Teen and Up. 1.2k words. (Complete)

[Afterlife, Fluff and Crack]

Warnings: Hate sex fantasies, Rape fantasies (all actual sexual activity is consensual), Canonical Character Death

Sam/Gabriel

I'll Be Your Iocaste by @bold-sartorial-statement

Sam finds out why Gabriel really eats candy, and he doesn’t like the answer

General audiences. 200 words. (Complete)

[Oedipal Issues, Family Issues, Emotional Manipulation, No Wincest]

Castiel/Jimmy/Dean/Sam

An’ It Harm None, Do What Ye Will by @intotheruins

People are disappearing into a forest outside a small town in northern Michigan, and they aren’t coming back out. When Sam and Dean question the locals, they’re told all kinds of tales about the different fae folk who live in the woods, and nearly all of them could be responsible. In the end, they have no choice but to go into the forest themselves.

The trees speak. Pixies giggle at them from sunbeams and mutated fae attack without warning, and the forest won’t let them leave. The only safe place is the home of a pair of witch twins who save them from a kelpie, but even their protections might not be enough to keep the forest out.

Explicit. 28.7k words. (Complete)

[Alternate Canon, Witch Jimmy, Witch Castiel, Magic, Case Fic, Outdoor Sex, Fae & Faeries, Autistic Castiel]

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Sibling Incest

Meg/Cas

Fireworks by @deansleather

While celebrating the Fourth of July, Cas finally gets some alone time with Meg. He can’t help but confront his feelings for her, no matter their differences.

Teen and Up. 1k words. (Complete)

[fluff, firework show, pining, a dirty joke, kissing]

Hard Feelings by @funnywings

Meg’s bargained her way out of a life of crime and into WitSec, but with the caveat that she has to deal with a fed living with her to make sure she doesn’t run before she testifies. Cas is strange, but maybe he’s growing on her.

Teen and Up. 4.6k words. (Complete)

[Fake/Pretend Relationship, Falling in Love, Witness Protection]

Balthazar/Castiel

Semper Fidelis by @darkheartinthesky

Balthazar only ever saw Castiel cry three times

Teen and Up. 2.7k words. (Complete)

[Season 6, Introspective, Angst. Canonical Character Death]

Dean/Crowley

On the Lemonade by @thayerkerbasy

The Mark of Cain so generously gave Crowley a brand new Knight of Hell, but the bromance was up to him.

Teen and Up. 1.7k words. (Complete)

[Crowley, demon!Dean, pre-slash, bromance, pre-episode 10x01]

Slowly, then all at once by @hekate1308

Dean lives an orderly life. As a single omega close to forty, he knows exactly who he will end up being: the respectable spinster, the adoring uncle. He got over any small regrets years ago. To say he expects no change would be an understatement.

And yet it arrives in the most unexpected of ways - the arrival of a confirmed bachelor in the neighbourhood.

General Audiences. 2.7k words. (Complete)

[Regency AU, past Dean Winchester/Aaron Bass]

Castiel/Sam

Christmas Dreams by @lies-unfurl

Ever since coming back human from Purgatory, Castiel has been in a depressive fugue. Sam takes it upon himself to cheer him up, but his plans get somewhat sidetracked when he, Dean, and Castiel are sent on a hunt for Bigfoot.

Teen and Up. 17.5k words. (Complete)

[Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Christmas, Bigfoot - Freeform, Cuddling & Snuggling]

Burn by @wearingdeantoprom

Castiel is a WW2 Paratrooper from the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion. His mission is to drop in to help the Allied forces re-gain the Ardennes. When He and Dean are ordered to assist a sniper take a strategic position, Tragedy strikes. When Cas wakes up in a hospital in Britain, He is in pain and has no idea what happened to his friend Dean.

Explicit. 23.2k words. (Complete)

[Hurt/Comfort - Hurt Castiel - Nurse!Sam - Paratrooper!Cas - Bottom!Cas - Top!Sam - Suicidal thoughts - plans of suicide - Masturbation - Power imbal]

Learning Curve by @rosemoonweaver

Sam Harvelle-Winchester finally got his first job teaching at North Star Academy, one of the best private schools in the city. It’s a good job but the issue is Castiel Novak, the fifth-grade teacher down that hall he’s absolutely smitten with, but probably doesn’t have a chance with. After so many awful dating experiences, Sam just doesn’t have it in him to ask him out and even if he did, there’s always the chance that Sam’s sex would be an issue anyway.

Teen and Up. 13.7k words. (Complete) [Non-traditional A/B/O, A/B/O, alpha!Cas, beta!Sam, homophobia, anti-beta sentiment, Suicidal Thoughts, teacher!Sam, teacher!Cas, referenced drug use, referenced alcoholism, fluff]

Dude-Flick Moment by @osirisapollo

Dean comes home early and finds Sam and Castiel in the shower. Together. He decides to ask his brother about it, while making it as painful for him as possible.

Mature. 2k words. (Complete)

[Sexual Humor, Euphemisms, Dean Finds Out, Secret Relationship]

Charlie/Dorothy

Bird by @justrandomspnstuff

“It wasn’t the first time a child had been abandoned in front of the fire station. It broke her heart every time, but she thought she’d never seen anything so cruel as the scene in front of her:

The blue-eyed toddler held a dead bird in his arms like a teddy bear, chubby cheeks stained with salt from crying.”

After a long shift at the fire station, Charlie finds abandoned little Cas.

Teen and Up. 1.5k words. (Complete)

[Toddler!Cas, Toddler!Dean, Firefighter Charlie, Darlie, Angel!Cas, Married Darlie]

Lucifer/Sam

Music of the Night by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Sam and Lucifer take a night to themselves.

Explicit. 2.3k words. (Complete)

[Explicit Sexual Content, married life, Phantom of the Opera inspired, Love Making]

Lucifer's Lullabye by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Sam can’t sleep.

Teen and Up. 1k words. (Complete)

[Angst, Canon Divergent, Alcohol Abuse, Insomnia, Separation, Set Sometime after Season 7, Lucifer In the Cage]

Lucifer/Michael

Just Call Me Angel by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Lucifer is Michael’s Angel of the Morning

Mature. 2.6k words. (Complete)

[Inspired by Juice Newton Song, Angst, Canon-Compliant to a point, ABO, Alpha!Michael, Omega!Lucifer, Michifer, Samifer, Plot Twists, Alpha!Sam]

Dean/Castiel/Benny

Doctor Novak And Officer Lafitte Book The Criminal by @mydrunkendean

Benny had a sly grin on his face as he took a duffle bag from Castiel and opened it up to reveal a set of chains and a belt. “You okay with this, Chief?” Benny asked in his southern drawl that always seemed to make Dean melt. “It’ll just be what we spoke a out last week,” Castiel added even though Dean remembered exactly what had been said in that conversation. “I’m good. Green for go.”

Explicit. 4k words. (Complete)

[Doctor Roleplay, Police Officer Roleplay, dub-con roleplay, Sub!Dean, switch!cas, Dom!benny, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched, Aftercare]

Dean/Castiel/Cain

Handmade by @mydrunkendean

Cain has made something very special and he gets Cas to try it out. Dean wants nothing more than to hear the beautiful noises Cas will be making.

Explicit. 2.2k words. (Complete)

[Polyamory, Dildos, Light Bondage, Anal Sex, blindfold, dom!Cain, Sub!Dean, sub!cas, switch!dean, Coming Untouched, Cock Cages, Chastity]

Dean/Dean

Hear Me by @lies-unfurl

Dean tries to give himself what he needs.

Explicit. 1.9k words. (Complete)

[Dean/Endverse!Dean, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Frottage, Praise Kink]

Warnings: past prostitution, torture in Hell, heavily implied depression

You Should Ditch the Suspenders by @hells-keeper

He doesn’t know how and why, but he’s somehow there, with himself, but completely different. How does he get back? Does he even want to?

Teen and Up audience. 947 words. (Complete)

[kissing, WIP, Deancest, reference to endverse/Croatoan]

Partition by @deanirae

When the leviathans were deciding who goes play Sam and who goes play Dean, the monster who tried for Sam, but got the older brother instead, happened to find himself quite fascinated when he saw what kind of a man he’s meant to deal with. Going off on a solitary leviathan hunt, Dean didn’t know what’s going on… until he did. A life collision with Dean Winchester always seems to take an unexpected turn.

Mature. 2.4k words. (Complete)

[Dean Winchester/Leviathan, Dean Winchester/Dean Winchester, season 7]

Michael/Dean

Share My Body With You by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Michael and Dean take some “alone” time with each other

Explicit. 1.2k words. (Complete)

[Masturbation, Body Sharing, Season 5 Divergent, Dirty Talk, Snark]

Charlie/Dean/Sam

Perfect Arrangement by @purgatoan

Dean and Charlie are married. They couldn’t be happier, performing as Rose and Jack, and taking care of their daily lives. One day, Samuel Campbell, one of the big fish in the industry, offers to become their manager. However, he soon transforms from the manager to a friend and undeniable attraction between all of them seems to push them into a state that everyone could easily describe as more than friends.

Explicit. 6.3k words. (Complete)

[fluff and smut, unrelated Sam/Dean, drag king!Charlie, drag queen!Dean, bi!Charlie, fingering, barebacking, top!Sam, switch!Dean]

Jody/Sam

Like a River’s Song by @samhedrin

Sometimes Sam has trouble scrubbing off the dirt and grime from the tough life he’s led. But when he’s with Jody, he doesn’t feel like he needs to.

Teen and Up. 1k words. (Complete)

[canon!fic, PTSD, flashbacks to torture]

Sam Winchester/Max

Stone by Stone by @dreamsfromthebunker

Who the hell moves an entire castle from the Rhine to goddamn Missouri? Dean, Sam, Donna and Max don’t know, but a free vacation is a free vacation. Unless there’s German ghosts, possessions, and unfortunate hotel staff, which mean the week away from the hunting life is gonna have to wait.

Explicit. 8.3k words. (Complete)

[Dubious Consent; Case Fic; Haunting; Possession; side pair of Dean/Donna; Season 12]

Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake

True Love Delayed for a Little While by @funnywings

A Princess Bride AU in which Sam is the farm boy and Sarah is the bride to be of King Michael.

Teen and up. 11k words. (WIP)

[temporary MCD, Action, True Love, Humor]

Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore

First, Last by @ellis-park

“Hey, like, not to be rude, but I can’t see around your hair.”

Those are the first words Jessica Moore, art history senior, says to Sam Winchester, pre-law junior.

Teen and Up. 2.6k words. (Complete)

[Canon Character Death, canon compliant, fluff&angst, implied sexual content]

Dean/Cassie

These Arms of Mine by @fromashell

Dean comes home to Cassie after a trying job.

Explicit. 3k words. (Complete)

[Smut, PWP]

#week 5: spn rarepairs #signal boost #awesome fics guys!!#a lot of you weren't able to be tagged #sorry about that #it might be tumblr ??#i'm not sure #<33 #fanfic submission thursday

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