Creation and destruction is fluid in the dreaming. When something falls into pieces, it can become something new before it hits the ground. This fact is etched into Arthur’s brain, always there in the forefront of his mind, but it is only lately that he has begun to think of Eames in the same terms.

“You should be careful of that one,” Mr. Hendrickson says, with a nod to Bucky outside the window. “It ain’t right. Looking at you all the time as he does. The way he should be looking at girls.”

Steve laughs, because damn, but what a ridiculous idea.

 Or, five times Steve caught Bucky looking at him, and the one time he looked first.

It’s hard to access that place, where all of time is visible and there to read. Some people dedicate their lives to getting there, and when they do, they invariably regret it.

There are also some that don’t ask for it, that get the sight without having a choice in the matter just because Fate has ordained it so.

Matt looks even worse once he takes the helmet off, his eyes glassy and feverish as they blink back blood that’s dried tacky on his eyelashes. The cut on his eyebrow has closed, even Foggy can tell, but the way Matt keeps rubbing at his throat with the back of his hand and the way his eyes are dilated, black drowning out the hazel, makes him bite his lip with worry.

In which Matt gets hit with a lust drug, and he finds himself on Foggy's fire escape. Because there can never be enough fics with Matt keeping tabs on Foggy after season 2.

Bucky turns toward him, sliding his hand onto Steve’s hip as he mutters a lazy “G’night” and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. It takes him by surprise, and he barely has time to register Bucky’s half-closed eyes and the warmth of whiskey-ripe breath on his lips, before it’s over.

Bucky turns toward him, sliding his hand onto Steve’s hip as he mutters a lazy “G’night” and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. It takes him by surprise, and he barely has time to register Bucky’s half-closed eyes and the warmth of whiskey-ripe breath on his lips, before it’s over.

After Bucky drunkenly kisses Steve by accident, it just seems to keep on happening, until it's not so much by accident anymore.

Bucky turns toward him, sliding his hand onto Steve’s hip as he mutters a lazy “G’night” and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. It takes him by surprise, and he barely has time to register Bucky’s half-closed eyes and the warmth of whiskey-ripe breath on his lips, before it’s over.



After Bucky drunkenly kisses Steve by accident, it just seems to keep on happening, until it's not so much by accident anymore.

After Bucky drunkenly kisses Steve by accident, it just seems to keep on happening, until it's not so much by accident anymore.

[Yesss. Four.]

Migratory Birds [Supernatural/X-,Men Movieverse crossover, gen, PG-13, 1/2]

Title: Migratory Birds
Word Count: 11,426
Fandom: Supernatural/X-Men Movieverse crossover
Summary: When the end comes, one brother is on one side, and the other on the opposite.
Author Notes: Betaed by the awesome mellafe and amchara, written for kellifer_fic in the occasion of apocalyptothon. Sort of AU-ish for SPN, post X-3 for X-Men.

The world ends on Tuesday the thirteenth, as Dean is trying to choose between Lays and Doritos in a run-down convenience store.

This is what being Iron Man is.

Summary: When it happens, like it was supposed to because there has always been a certain degree of inevitability with them, it happens like this.

Growing up is hard. Sam knows it, can feel it beneath his skin as his bones stretch and his baby fat fades and he’s perpetually hungry. (10,000 words)

In the end, ten years aren’t actually all that much.

"That time Charles and Erik try to recruit Eames and Arthur."

In which Charles keeps on finding Arthur and Eames making out under the bushes near the mansion.

In which Charles keeps on finding Arthur and Eames making out under the bushes near the mansion.

Charles and Erik try to recruit Eames and Arthur, but they keep on finding Arthur and Eames making out under the bushes near the mansion. (~1,800 words)

There is a hole in Amy’s memory. This was lovely and almost made me cry. 8,500.