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evillordzog: Seeing Tens
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

A little while ago, a co-worker’s reaction to something introduced you to a social media platform called tumblr. It was innocuous, a video of two kittens dressed as vikings to the tune of Immigrant Song. You pointed out that it can’t have been that funny because unlike the surrounding posts it had no indication that it had been shared by others. They answered that just occasionally a post could be shared so many times that the counter would break and the number just disappear.

You just snorted something about poor software engineering. After all your counters are omnipresent. Even Diana didn’t break it, it was more like she was… well, she’s Diana. The few times she’s been back, it’s become clear that going all the way to 11 when you least expect it is sort of her thing.

You remember the kittens. You remember that first moment with Diana, that sudden thrill of fear when she showed you a world you had conditioned yourself to believe wasn’t possible. Because this totally unassuming blonde woman standing in front of you with the broad smile and the hand extended in greeting…

There’s no number above her head.

“Hello, I’m the Doctor.”
tumblr  author:evillordzog  genre:fantasy  fandom:dcu  Fandom:DC  fandom:doctor_who  character:OC  !no_pairing  genre:humor  short 
december 2017 by Miscella
janothar: misscrazyfangirl321: Seeing Tens
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?

You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”

He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”

This one wins.

It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.

Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.

Except she’s not, somehow. Clark-the-Ten introduces Diana-the-Eleven and you wonder for a second if they’re together, but you know Clark has a girlfriend (and the heart of, like… a labradoodle) so that’s not an option.

Diana-the-Eleven is an eleven, too. Like, wow, is she ever. She looks at you, directly, one time while you’re getting coffee, and you drop your cup when she smiles. It’s strangely intimate and a little mischievous and pure sunshine, and you’re there like an idiot with coffee all down your slacks.

It’s the heady combination of a freaking eleven and also being an eleven. Apparently that’s your thing, because you’re a sinner and nothing in life is simple.

The two get together off and on, over the next couple of months, to do… stuff, you’re not sure what, it’s not like you know Clark for all you’re coworkers. You even try a little, after Diana, because- well. Eleven.

(This isn’t easy. You’re you, you’re not exactly a social maestro, there’s a reason you work in Design instead of being a “real” reporter. The most conversation you get normally is with your army of succulents in adorable pots on every windowsill of your tiny apartment, and when your mother disapproves of your life choices and feels the need to call and tell you this once every few weeks.)

And Clark smiles and does his labradoodle thing and somehow you never really bridge the carefully kept gap between “coworkers” and “friends”. It’s like he’s hiding something.

But then, they are the only ten and eleven you’ve ever seen, so of course they’re hiding something. What would a ten be doing as a reporter? Seriously. And Diana is apparently a history professor or something, (from Paris, if you weren’t already screwed) which makes about as much sense.

You’re like, a three, max, though you can’t see your own number. But you’re not stupid. You’re actually not half bad, most of time, except for a certain recklessness regarding stray animals. But you definitely aren’t stupid, and you know there has to be more to it than this.

You do not investigate.

It’s not the easiest choice. You hope it’s motivated by trust in your fellow man, and that Clark one time literally stopped traffic to rescue a stray kitten that bit him for it so he can’t be all bad, and if he was hanging around with Diana then Diana was surely a decent person, right? You hope its not motivated by the fact that you’re a normal human being who would like to keep breathing, thanks, and an eleven is fucking terrifying. You are not the main character of whatever crazy story is involved here and you’re pretty sure if a ten or an eleven ever decided to shut you up, well…

So you go with the faith in humanity one.

But you’re only human, and sometimes you feel vaguely guilty for that.

It doesn’t stop you from wondering, of course.

Seriously, what the hell is even with Clark-the-Ten and Diana-the-Eleven?

They’re built like statues. Diana looks like a literal goddess. You keep your mind firmly on the fact that Clark has a girlfriend with whom he is apparently besotted (because of course he is, the labradoodle, Jesus) and that’s easy because, wow, Diana. Not like you don’t like men? But you don’t do that game when they’re taken, that’s just wrong, and Clark is just kinda… off limits in your head.

But Diana.

You knock another coffee cup off the counter by accident when you see her pass by in the hall, her dark hair in perfect curls cascading down her back, wearing leather pants and a fuzzy sweater and this kinda shabby-chic scarf and hat.

Diana is laughing at something Clark said, and the breath catches in your chest.

There’s a strangled noise. It seems to come from your throat, long after she’s passed, and your coffee cut is a small price to pay for the view.

And yet, she doesn’t have a ring, and she never mentions plans (at least not where you can hear them, with your semi-shameless eavesdropping) with people or dates. You’re pretty sure she’s single, but how? Which means it’s likely choice. That makes your heart hurt.

It doesn’t stop you, though. You’re stubborn in that quiet kinda way.

This one time she wore this tank top and button up ensemble thing, and you almost literally swooned at her biceps. That makes you feel pathetic for a full day before someone in Photography sneaks you a candid they took of her, biceps in full view, smiling in the light from the window and talking to Clark.

You buy the entire department lunch and damn the cost. Some things are priceless.

Time passes. You find out she loves ice cream, and that she’s not a history professor, she’s a freaking curator at the freaking Louvre.

Time passes. Your succulents in their adorable pots take all the available space on your windowsills. It forces you to bring Stevie the Echeveria with you to live on your desk. Stevie is small, just a cutting right now, but growing well, bright green shading to brilliant crimson on the border, in a chipped teacup for a pot.

You’re resizing a photograph when you hear “Excuse me,” and nearly almost die.

It’s Diana. Smiling that smile. At you. You’re the only desk in this corner so it can’t be a mistake. Your hearty kicks into overdrive, and you can feel the blush starting.

Up close, she’s even more beautiful. Less inhumanly so, less a goddess on a pedestal, but more…. earthy, earthly, real. She does have one wrinkle or two, like a normal person, and a stray freckle here and there and eyebrows that aren’t perfectly sculpted and have never seen a plucking, they’re just… eyebrows, eyebrows that fit her face really well naturally, and there’s not a damn spot of makeup on her. Her eyes, though… her eyes seem older and wiser than the rest of her, almost out of place, almost a little sad. The 11 above her head, bobbing insistent, is nearly a mockery.

She is such an eleven, though. Wow.

Diana is still smiling as you try not to gape and kick your brain into gear. “Uh- Uh, hi, sorry- got, um, I was phresizing sotos- resizing photos- um, how can I help you, Ms. Prince?” you ask, clinging to the remnants of professionalism like a life raft.

Clark, across the way by the vending machine, is grinning. You’d glare at him, but he’s a ten, and you’re already occupied trying to survive the current conversation, let alone entertain the idea of telling Clark fucking Kent where to put is perfect stupid smug labradoodle smile.

“What is that plant? I’m sorry to interrupt, but it’s so bright and cheerful. I love the colors, and it looks so pretty on your desk! Where did you get it?” she asked, with all seriousness, sitting on a chair taken from somewhere in front of you.

This is The End. Diana Prince likes your succulent. You can die happy.

“It- It’s a succulent? Sort of like- well, kinda like a little cactus, but no sticky bits. Um, most are from arid regions and stuff- Mexico, Central America, for the Echeveria. That’s what this one is, an Echeveria.” Dear god, Diana has dimples, you can see them as you relax a little and she’s nodding for you to continue. “They’re known for their color variations.” You pause, then, because you have no filter when she is this close, add, “I had to bring him to work cause I ran out of room for them at, uh, at my apartment.”

Diana laughs, and you instantly vow to make her do that as much as is humanly possible.

“You have more?”

And so you spend the best thirty minutes of your life talking to Diana Prince about succulents. God is real. All is well with the world.

“-echeveria, very easy to propogate like most succulents, you know? If I wanted to, I could just take a cutting, like a leaf or two, off Stevie here-”

The name hits her. You can see it. For all her… everything, her elevenness, it hits like a slap out of nowhere. You falter.


“No, please, go on. I’m sorry. I didn’t… It still catches me, sometimes.” Diana smiles at you again, and now you know why she is soft and sad in her eyes. “That he’s gone. You’d think, all these years, but…”

You say nothing, even as you scramble to recover, even as your heart breaks. What can be said?

It gets awkward real fast.

Diana stands to go. Is… is she blushing? “I’m sorry I distracted you-”

“No, no, I mean, this was the nicest conversation I’ve had all month,” you assure her, and there must be something to it because her smile gets less sad and a little wider, a bit of her sunshiney strength coming back. “My mom doesn’t like the mess and they’re kinda weird but-”

“I think they are gorgeous,” Diana says, firmly, with the effect of Law Coming Into Being. She’s meeting your eyes as she says it, and you, dammit, you blush deeper.

There’s only one thing you can do.

Which is stand up and pick… [more]
via:Carnadosa  author:janothar  author:misscrazyfangirl321  tumblr  short  genre:fluff  rating:G  pairing:diana/oc  fandom:dcu  Fandom:DC 
december 2017 by Miscella
polytropic-liar: OT3 culture clashes between Rey, Finn, and Poe.
When Rey gets back (with LUKE FRIKKIN SKYWALKER HOLY SHIT), they put her in Finn and Poe’s room. Technically it’s supposed to be four to a room (the Resistance doesn’t have a lot of space, especially with the new recruits coming in, all of the Republic’s bereaved out for revenge), but they’re all heros and also, though no one says it, kind of weird. Lieutenant T’Sol, in charge of bunk assignments, throws them all together and calls it a day.

Finn has been out of intensive physical therapy for about a month at that point. He can stand, sit, walk, and even bend.

He can also, Rey discovers two days into living with him, be a massive pain in the ass.

She comes back from training with Luke–yep, Luke Skywalker, training as a Jedi under Luke Skywalker, no big deal–to find that her stuff has been moved. The jacket she left on the floor next to her bed, the repairs for the communications unit she was working on, they’re in different places. She drops her staff n the doorway, horrified, and proceeds to tear up her bunk. The extra food, emergency kit, and extra tools she stashed under the mattress are undisturbed, as is the secret compartment she built into her trunk. Dumping everything she owns on the floor and spreading it out to take inventory reveals that nothing has been taken..but has it been poked through? She doesn’t know. How and why did someone get in here?

When Poe comes back from training runs he finds her in the doorway, furiously upgrading the security locks.

“Uh,” he says. “Hey.”

“Hey.” It comes out a little muffled through the spot-welder in her mouth, but she’s sure he gets the sentiment. “Check your stuff. Security breach.”

“Shit.” He doesn’t do nearly a good enough job of checking, in Rey’s opinion, though maybe he can’t get at his hiding spots with her there. He comes back over to her just as she’s fitting the panel back over their improved lock system. “What of yours is missing? Should I call someone? I’ll call the Lieutenant.”


“No?” She wants to be annoyed with how Poe reacts to things that surprise him. He never gets mad, just gives you this look like ‘everything’s okay, just explain to me.’ It’s…annoyingly perfect.

“No. Nothing’s missing.” And it’s not like whoever it is will be getting in again. The door now requires voice, retinal and thumbprint activation. She’ll ask Luke tomorrow how to make sure no one can use the Force to get it open, too.

“Okay.” Poe goes back to his bunk and takes out a holo disk; he does flight simulations a lot during his breaks, and often will invite Rey to join him. Usually she does, but today she has to take care of her stuff. She spreads it out even further, all across the floor, and behinds going over each and every thing she owns, making sure it’s clean and not broken. They’re not much, little pieces of equipment she’s scavenged and the clothes given to her and a couple things she’s bartered for, but it’s the most she’s ever owned in her life.

Finn comes back in about an hour later, and freezes, his face distressed.

“Uh, what’s going on???”

“What?” She doesn’t understand what his problem is.

“This? The floor, covered in stuff?”

“Oh. Inventory.” Duh.

“Oh…kay. Well can it just…stay on your side of the…” He reaches down to pick up her jacket, which is spread out by his bunk.

Rey tackles him. His yell of surprise is answered by Poe’s cry of “Careful!“ Rey remembers just in time about his injury, and adjusts their trajectory so that she knocks him back onto his bunk for a soft landing.

“What the hell!“ he yells as she pins him down with a knee on his stomach and an arm across his shoulders.

“Why did you touch my jacket? What makes you think you can touch my jacket? Did you touch my things before too? Was that you???” She’s possibly never been this outraged in her life. Who does something like that?

“What? I…what??? Yes, I did! Your things were on the floor, I cleaned them up! Like a normal unit member! Instead of spreading them all over, who does that?“

What. Rey lets go of his shoulders, stymied. How is she supposed to talk to someone who doesn’t understand the inherent wrongness of touching another person’s possessions?

“Wow, okay. Hey, guys? Guys.” Poe sticks his head in between Rey and Finn’s locked glares. Now instead of conflict Rey has a faceful of upsettingly shiny hair. His shampoo smells like night flowers. “Let’s try something, okay? Rey. What does Finn need to understand?”

“You can’t touch my things. They’re my things.” She can’t believe she has to explain this.

“And Finn. What does Rey need to understand?”

Rey can’t actually see Finn through Poe’s head, but his voice when it comes is less angry than hers, more worried.

“You can’t leave a mess. You’ll get us in trouble.”

Abruptly, Rey realizes that Finn’s bunk is always perfectly, almost eerily neat. She has never seen any of his possessions left out on the table, never seen the blankets have a single wrinkle in their folds. If she didn’t see him take things with him when he left the room, she wouldn’t even know Finn had possessions.

“Right. Okay. So, Rey, do you promise not to leave any mess on Finn’s part of the room?”

“…yeah.” She knows Finn knows that they’re not in the First Order and Rey isn’t going to get them in trouble for having a messy room. She gets that him knowing that doesn’t really matter. “No mess on Finn’s part of the room.”

“And Finn, do you promise not to touch anything of Rey’s?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t know it would bother you. I clean up after Poe all the time.”

“…you do? Huh. That explains why I never remember making my bed.”

Poe’s head recedes and Rey can see Finn again. He looks grumpy and ashamed of himself, and that makes her forgive him, all in a rush.

“Good. Well done navigating conflict, everyone.” Poe claps a hand on Rey’s shoulder. “Now kiss and make up.”

Huh. Okay? Rey thinks that’s weird, but Poe handled the situation pretty well so far. She’s still sitting on Finn, so she bends down and kisses him.

“Whoops,” Poe says above her.

“Mmhm,” Finn says, which is definitely an encouraging noise, and his mouth is nice and he’s very warm. Rey takes back her thinking this was weird, this was a great idea.

She stops kissing Finn once he starts making little ‘I can’t breathe’ noises, and flicks her hair out of her face so she can look up at Poe.

“You too?” she offers, not sure how this custom works but definitely sure she’d like to kiss him.

“It wasn’t meant to be literal…oh, screw it.” He bends down so Rey can slide a hand behind his jaw. She and Finn just kind of smooshed their faces together, but Poe does it differently, he tilts his head a little and brushes his mouth over hers a couple of times. It’s good in a tingly, shivery way.

“Hey, my turn,” Finn whines, and Rey breaks off to laugh while Poe obliges. He kisses Finn differently too, he tilts his head back on the pillow and uses his tongue. Rey is so interested by, and so happy about, all of this. Different kinds of ways to kiss and live and be together.

Basically, she thinks they’re doing great at this. As long as no one touches her things ever again.
fandom:starwars  trope:culture_gap  genre:gen  character:poe  character:rey  character:finn  pairing:finn/poe/rey  !poly  rating:PG13  short  tumblr 
december 2017 by Miscella
inkskinned: Superhero prompt
At 18, everyone receive a superpower. Your childhood friend got a power-absorption, your best friends got time control, and they quickly rise into top 100 most powerful superheroes. You got a mediocre superpower, but somehow got into the top 10. Today they visit you asking how you did it.

“Power absorption?” you ask him over your pasta, which you are currently absorbing powerfully. in the background, a tv is reading out what the Phoenix extremeist group has done recently. bodies, stacking.

tim nods, pushing his salad around. “it’s kind of annoying.” he’s gone vegan ever since he could talk to animals. his cheeks are sallow. “yesterday i absorbed static and i can’t stop shocking myself.”

“you don’t know what from,” shay is detangling her hair at the table, even though it’s not polite. about a second ago, her hair was perfect, which implies she’s been somewhere in the inbetween. “try millions of multiverses that your powers conflict with.”

“did we die in the last one?” you grin and she grins and tim grins but nobody answers the question.

now she has a cut over her left eye and her hair is shorter. she looks tired and tim looks tired and you look down at your 18-year-old hands, which are nothing.

they ship out tomorrow. they go out to the frontlines or wherever it is that superheroes go to fight supervillains; the cream of the crop. the starlight banner kids.

“you both are trying too hard,” you tell them, “couldn’t you have been, like, really good at surfing?”

“god,” shay groans, “what i’d give to only be in the olympics.”


in the night, tim is asleep. on the way home, he absorbed telekinesis, and hates it too.

shay looks at you. “i’m scared,” she says.

you must not have died recently, because she looks the same she did at dinner, cut healing slowly over her eye the way it’s supposed to, not the hyper-quickness of a timejump. just shay, living in the moment when the moment is something everyone lives in. her eyes are wide and dark the way brown eyes can be, that swelling fullness that feels so familiar and warm, that piercing darkness that feels like a stone at the back of your tongue.

“you should be,” you say.

her nose wrinkles, she opens her mouth, but you plow on.

“they’re going to take one look at you and be like, ‘gross, shay? no thanks. you’re too pretty. it’s bringing down like, morale, and things’. then they’ll kick you out and i’ll live with you in a box and we’ll sell stolen cans of ravioli.”

she’s grinning. “like chef boyardee or like store brand?”

“store brand but we print out chef boyardee labels and tape them over the can so we can mark up the price.”

“where do we get the tape?”

“we, uh,” you look into those endless dark eyes, so much like the night, so much like a good hot chocolate, so much like every sleepover you’ve had with the two of your best friends, and you say, “it’s actually just your hair. i tie your hair around the cans to keep the label on.”

she throws a pillow at you.

you both spend a night planning what you’ll do in the morning when shay is kicked out of Squadron 8, Division 1; top rankers that are all young. you’ll both run away to the beach and tim will be your intel and you’ll burn down the whole thing. you’re both going to open a bakery where you will do the baking and she’ll use her time abilities to just, like, speed things up so you don’t have to wake up at dawn. you’re both going to become wedding planners that only do really extreme weddings.

she falls asleep on your shoulder. you do not sleep at all.

in the morning, they are gone.


squadron 434678, Division 23467 is basically “civilian status.” you still have to know what to expect and all that stuff. you’re glad that you’re taking extra classes at college; you’re kind of bored re-learning the stuff you were already taught in high school. there are a lot of people who need help, and you’re good at that, so you help them.

tim and shay check in from time to time, but they’re busy saving the world, so you don’t fault them for it. in the meantime, you put your head down and work, and when your work is done, you help the people who can’t finish their work. and it kind of feels good. kind of.


at twenty, squadron 340067, division 2346 feels like a good fit. tim and you go out for ice cream in a new place that rebuilt after the Phoenix group burned it down. you’ve chosen nurse-practitioner as your civilian job, because it seems to fit, but you’re not released for full status as civilian until you’re thirty, so it’s been a lot of office work.

tim’s been on the fritz a lot lately, overloading. you’re worried they’ll try to force him out on the field. he’s so young to be like this.

“i feel,” he says, “like it all comes down to this puzzle. like i’m never my own. i steal from other people’s boxes.”

you wrap your hand around his. “sometimes,” you say, “we love a river because it is a reflection.”

he’s quiet a long time after that. a spurt of flame licks from under his eyes.

“i wish,” he says, “i could believe that.”


twenty three has you in squad 4637, division 18. really you’ve just gotten here because you’re good at making connections. you know someone who knows someone who knows you as a good kid. you helped a woman onto a bus and she told her neighbor who told his friend. you’re mostly in the filing department, but you like watching the real superheroes come in, get to know some of them. at this level, people have good powers but not dangerous ones. you learn how to help an 18 year old who is a loaded weapon by shifting him into a non-violent front. you get those with pstd home where they belong. you put your head down and work, which is what you’re good at.

long nights and long days and no vacations is fine until everyone is out of the office for candlenights eve. you’re the only one who didn’t mind staying, just in case someone showed up needing something.

the door blows open. when you look up, he’s bleeding. you jump to your feet.

“oh,” you say, because you recognize the burning bird insignia on his chest, “I think you have the wrong office.”

“i just need,” he spits onto the ground, sways, collapses.

well, okay. so, that’s, not, like. great. “uh,” you say, and you miss shay desperately, “okay.”

you find the source of the bleeding, stabilize him for when the shock sets in, get him set up on a desk, sew him shut. two hours later, you’ve gotten him a candlenights present and stabilized his vitals. you’ve also filed him into a separate folder (it’s good to be organized) and found him a home, far from the warfront.

when he wakes up, you give him hot chocolate (god, how you miss shay), and he doesn’t smile. he doesn’t smile at the gift you’ve gotten him (a better bulletproof vest, one without the Phoenix on it), or the stitches. that’s okay. you tell him to take the right medications, hand them over to him, suggest a doctor’s input. and then you hand over his folder with a new identity in it and a new house and civilian status. you take a deep breath.

he opens it and bursts into tears. he doesn’t say anything. he just leaves and you have to clean up the blood, which isn’t very nice of him. but it’s candlenights. so whatever. hopefully he’ll learn to like his gift.


squadron 3046, division 2356 is incredibly high for a person like you to fit. but still, you fit, because you’re good at organization and at hard work, and at knowing how to hold on when other people don’t see a handhold.

shay is home. you’re still close, the two of you, even though she feels like she exists on another planet. the more security you’re privy to, the more she can tell you.

you brush her hair as she speaks about the endless man who never dies, and how they had to split him up and hide him throughout the planet. she cries when she talks about how much pain he must be in.

“can you imagine?” she whispers, “i mean, i know he’s phoenix, but can you imagine?”

“one time i had to work retail on black friday,” you say.

she sniffles.

“one time my boss put his butt directly on my hand by accident and i couldn’t say anything so i spent a whole meeting with my hand directly up his ass,” you say.

her eyes are so brown, and filling, and there are scars on her you’ve never noticed that might be new or very, very, very old; and neither of you know exactly how much time she’s actually been alive for.

“i mean,” you say, “yeah that might hurt but one time i said goodbye to someone but they were walking in the same direction. i mean can you imagine.”

she laughs, finally, even though it’s weakly, and says, “one time even though i can manipulate time i slept in and forgot to go to work even though i was leading a presentation and i had to look them in the face later to tell them that.”

“you’re a compete animal,” you tell her, and look into those eyes, so sad and full of timelines you’ll never witness, “you should be kicked out completely.”

she wipes her face. “find me in a box,” she croaks, “selling discount ravioli.”


you don’t know how it happens. but you guess the word gets around. you don’t think you like being known to them as someone they can go to, but it’s not like they’ve got a lot of options. many of them just want to be out of it, so you get them out, you guess.

you explain to them multiple times you haven’t done a residency yet and you really only know what an emt would, but they still swing by. every time they show up at your office, you feel your heart in your chest: this is it, this is how you die, this is how it ends.

“so, like, this group” you say, trying to work the system’s loopholes to find her a way out of it, “from … [more]
tumblr  short  author:inkskinned  2ndPOV  original  originalfics  genre:superhero 
december 2017 by Miscella
unpretty: So.... avengers... magical girls? How would you handle this now if you revisited it, what reasoning do you remember behind your choices in the past,
I’ve always meant to rewrite Magical Girl Avengers, I’ve just never really found the time. The biggest problem was that I wasn’t willing to commit to how brown and gay it was. I wouldn’t want my Magical Girl AU to be too out there, thought me, a fool.

But the idea, generally, was:

Thor and Loki were sisters. Thor was tall and strong and golden. Loki was dark and quiet and clever and she lied like she breathed. The only person she couldn’t lie to was Heimdall - Heimdall who could see a blade of grass wave on another world, Heimdall who could hear her heart flutter, Heimdall who was deaf in one ear. Heimdall who drove a knife into his own head because he could hear the very future, and he heard his death at Loki’s hand.

So, of course, they fell in love.
author:unpretty  tumblr  fandom:Avengers  AU  au!avengers  fandom:Marvel  !het  rating:PG  short  trope:rule63 
november 2016 by Miscella
unpetty: Gala
Gratitude galas for the Justice League were an ideal time for supervillainous plots, and so the assembled members should have been on high alert.

Should have been.

It was Diana who’d started it. Without a secret identity, she wasn’t obligated to wear her costume. She’d worn something white that draped and flowed in a Grecian cut, her preferred formal attire. Gold bands to draw the eye to her biceps. A slit down the side to show off the musculature of her thighs. Heels that put her at an even six feet, flowers in her hair.
fandom:dcu  fandom:justice_league  character:diana  character:selina_kyle  character:hal_jordan  tumblr  short  rating:PG13  character:clark_kent 
october 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: untitled
“Kyle?” Jimmy Olsen stared, incredulous, at his long-distance boyfriend. Who was standing outside of his apartment. Which was a short distance. His dog sniffed cautiously at Kyle’s shoes. “What are you doing here?”
tumblr  fandom:superman  fandom:green_lantern  author:unpretty  short  rating:PG  pairing:jimmy/ryan  character:ryan_rayner  character:jimmy_olson  !slash 
august 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: untitled
i like to imagine that clark kent’s search history is mostly normal but then there’s stuff like “improved superman costume concept art” because he wanted ideas
tumblr  fandom:superman  fandom:justice_league  character:kyle_rayner  character:jimmy_olson  character:clark_kent  !slash  paring:jimmy/kyle  short  rating:PG  genre:humor 
august 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Wedding Anniversary
Zhu Li woke abruptly when the orchestra started to play.

Or. It sounded like an orchestra, to her sleep-addled brain. It may not have been a full orchestra. It may have only been as few musicians as was necessary to emulate an orchestra.
genre:romance  fandom:atlok  author:unpretty  tumblr  short  pairing:varrick/zhu_li  !het  trope:marriage  rating:PG13 
august 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Varrick's father's day
Drabble from same verse as Icarus and the Sea
“I cannot believe you would do something so reckless,” Suyin fumed.

She’d been saying variations on the theme since they found him on the beach, and it was making it very hard for Iknik to be as smug as he felt was his due.
tumblr  author:unpretty  fandom:atlok  character:varric  rating:PG  genre:gen  short  character:OC  !no_pairing 
august 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Pokemon Go
“Jason, please explain to me why there’s a herd of millenials traipsing through my property.”

Jason looked over his shoulder. “Public outreach program,” he said, very convincing except for the part where it was bullshit.

Someone in the herd screeched. “There’s a Lapras by the duck pond!”

As one, they ran toward the unassuming water feature.
author:unpretty  tumblr  fandom:batman  character:jason_todd  character:bruce_wayne  genre:humor  rating:PG13  short  !no_pairing 
august 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Friends with Crows
“What is that?”

Superman followed the direction of Batman’s gaze. A crow had landed on the rooftop beside them, and dropped a bottlecap near Superman’s feet. “Oh! Hey Francis. Is that for me?”

“Caw,” said Francis.
author:unpretty  tumblr  Fandom:DC  fandom:superman  fandom:batman  character:bruce_wayne  character:clark_kent  genre:gen  rating:PG  short 
august 2016 by Miscella
oathkeeper-of-tarth: Tension
She’s never before seen Pearl take to a human custom so quickly and so eagerly.

Rose covers her mouth as a giggle bubbles up in her throat – fond, pleased amusement at the sight greeting her; an overwhelming burst of relief and joy at the unlikely reality of their shared existence and continued survival, even though it’s been millennia since… then; a wild, heady mixture of things, suddenly set off by the endlessly devoted Gem before her fervently immersing herself in a newly found way of expressing and understanding her own feelings.
fandom:steven_universe  tumblr  author:oath  keeper-of-tarth  pairing:pearl/rose  !femslash  rating:PG 
july 2016 by Miscella
infectedscrew: Birthday Wishes and Messes
Alfred knew his day was going to be strange from the very beginning. From the moment he opened his eyes, he was filled with amusement and a tiny dash of dread for what his day his day might bring him.
rating:PG13  author:infectedscrew  genre:gen  genre:fluff  tumblr  character:alfred  character:dick_grayson  trope:family  character:jason_todd  character:damian  character:tim  character:stephanie_brown  character:cassandra_cain  character:bruce_wayne  !no_pairing  fandom:batman  Fandom:DC 
july 2016 by Miscella
Immzie's Adventures Through Books - writing-prompt-s: Rewrite a classic fairy tale...
Rewrite a classic fairy tale by telling it backwards. The end is now the beginning.

Cannot be backed up by waybackmachine so it is below:

Once upon a time there was a princess who loved so deeply that her heart was worn constantly on her sleeve. She fell in love with a prince, and the next year, her father allowed them to be wed- he remembered his own wife every day, and wished his daughter to be as happy as he had been.

The day of the wedding came, and the girl walked down the aisle in a dress of gentle silver. The Prince took her hand and smiled, and leant in to kiss her.

For luck, he would later say. A kiss for luck, a smile for joy, a laugh for a happy ending. It was a saying his own family had had for years, but it was a saying that failed him.

For the second his lips touched hers, she fell to the floor with a sigh.

Not dead they healers told the prince. not dead but sleeping, not dead but unable to wake.

The prince- so ashamed, so in fear of his life and hers- stole her away from the castle that night, away from her father and her people, so they would never have to watch her waste away.

He hid her in a forest, in a casket of diamond and ice, and he waited. Waited, for he did not even know where to start. He did not even know if the hope for her waking had a point.

He was there for two days when they found him. Seven short folk, small men with beards and axes in their hands, and harsh smiles on their faces.

We can help you they said to him, the six cackling behind the speaker. But, prince, it will come at a price.

I would pay anything. He vowed. Only later, realising he should have asked what it would be.

The Seven disappeared and left him on his own. Alone, other than the silent not-dead princess at his side.

When they returned there was an eighth with them- an old frail woman with a basket in her hands.

We will wake her she said, pulling out an apple and throwing it in their air but you will never look at her, talk to her again, and she will work in the mines with my dwarves here.

He wanted to say no. But knowing she was alive, even out of reach, was better than sleep and near death.

so yes he said. Help her.

The old woman smiled and picked out a knife, cutting the apple into small parts. One, she handed to the prince, the other, she took over to the casket, and opening it, she placed it on the princess’ lips.

A gasp, a flash of her eyes opening, and the prince knew nothing more.


The princess woke in a place she did not know, surrounded by people she did not know. An old woman and short men- and her prince, asleep on the ground.

He is not dead the old woman said only sleeping. But around you, he will never wake. He saved you but cursed you both- and now your life is tied to my mines.

The princess tried to fight, to leave.

But the old woman had magic and she did not, and the dwarves were all she knew for many years. Sometimes as friends, sometimes as enemies, often arguing but always allies, they worked side by sides in the underground mines, looking for fairydust and rubies, magic and gold.

They taught her the songs of work and the songs of marches, and soon she forgot that she had even been a princess.

One evening she was walking back to their home alone, when she heard a noise to her left. She looked, expecting a rabbit, a bird, but out stepped a man with a bow in his hands.

You shouldn’t be out in the woods alone he said to her.

This is my home.

Trees are no home for anyone. She wondered if she should tell him of the many people hidden in the forest, each with no where else to go come with me.


Because I have a place you can go.

She should have said no- but what was there for her in the trees and the mine? So she took his hand and he led her out into the bright daylight, through winding roads intil they arrived at a castle she did not know.

where are we? she asked.

The Huntsman smiled my home, and the home of my queen.

He led her in through the doors, up to a room where a woman was sat on a throne. The woman stood as she saw the princess, staring at her in wide eyed shock.

You look just like her the queen whispered.

Once, the Huntsman said quietly, seeing the question in the princess’ eyes my queen had a child. A daughter who should have been your age. But she was stolen away by the man my queen loved.


I’m not her the princess said- but she had never known her mother. Only her father and an empty throne at his side.

No. the queen said, her tone one of disbelief. But I am in need of an heir, and you in need of care. Stay here a while, and let us see.
via:Carnadosa  trope:fairytales  tumblr  author:immzies-adventures-through-books  genre:fantasy  rating:PG  short 
july 2016 by Miscella
ofgeography: Ourselves We Find In The Sea
On the island of Kallsoy there is a story. The story says that once upon a time, there was a woman of the sea who fell so in love with a fisherman that she shed her skin and walked on new legs out of the waves to be his wife. She bore him many children, and never again turned her gaze to the sea.

The story says: you can make a human out of what is not. The story says: this new human will even love you for it.

This is not that story.
via:sevenses  originalfics  short  !femslash  !het  trope:pregnancy  trope:fairytales  genre:fantasy  rating:PG13  warning:torture  warning:death  tumblr  author:ofgeography  author:molly_hall 
july 2016 by Miscella
miraculousandgrand: Wedding
Adrien lets Marinette handle the design aspects of the wedding, while he’s more attuned to the booking/scheduling/itinerary side of things (AND THE FOOD - LET THE BOY EAT). There’s many a day when he has to drag his wife away from handcrafting individual wedding party gifts and sewing her own dress to actually meet with caterers and venue managers.
author:miraculousandgrand  AO3  fandom:miraculous_ladybug  pairing:adrien/marinette  !het  genre:fluff  trope:marriage  short  tumblr  rating:G 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Very Distinctive
“Parker, if he so much as gives you a bad feeling I want you to get the hell out of there as fast as you can.”

“What?” Parker looked back over her shoulder at the man currently adorned with three blondes, five brunettes, and a redhead. “Why?”

“Something’s not right,” Eliot said, which wasn’t an explanation at all.
author:unpretty  fandom:leverage  !no_pairing  tumblr  short  Fandom:DC  fandom:batman  character:alfred  rating:PG  crossover  character:parker  character:sophie  character:alec_hardison  character:eliot_spencer 
june 2016 by Miscella
parrishsrubberplant: Alicia Zimmerman has been a parent for 72 hours.
The drugs have worn off. She is tired. She is sore in new and unexpected places. Her hair still smells like hospital. She is so glad to be home.
fandom:omgcheckplease  author:parrishsruber  tumblr  !het  trope:marriage  trope:family  genre:fluff  rating:PG  short  pairing:alicia/bob 
june 2016 by Miscella
ts-porter: Alien Companions
Inspired by various tumblr posts.

Humans quickly get a reputation among the interplanetry alliance and the reputation is this: when going somewhere dangerous, take a human.
tumblr  trope:world  building  trope:culture_gap  trope:aliens  short  author:ts-porter  !no_pairing  genre:sci-fi  rating:PG  ace!character  author:thorinsmut  ~gender~ 
june 2016 by Miscella
furiroad: untitled
three hours until sunset. the shell of cheedo’s current project lies prone in front of her, and her hands are covered in grime. oil sticks, thick and unpleasant underneath of her fingernails. she wipes her cheek, hands tacky on her tired skin, and revels in the feeling of being filthy.
tumblr  short  character:cheedo  fandom:mad_max  pairing:cheedo/dag  !femslash  rating:PG  trope:characterstudy  genre:gen 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Untitled

“Hmm?” Clark yawned, stretched out his toes but remained mostly sleeping.

“Do you maybe want to get back down here?” Lois sounded slightly annoyed. That didn’t seem good. He cracked an eye open.
author:unpretty  tumblr  short  pairing:clark/lois  !het  rating:PG  genre:fluff  Fandom:DC  fandom:superman 
june 2016 by Miscella
fresne: Revels of the Alien
"So, you're taking me to den of drugs and iniquity is what you're saying," said Lois.

"Also, gambling," said Clark helpfully.

Lois rolled her eyes. "I already said I'm in. You don’t have to keep sweetening the pot."

Or how Lois spent Christmas with Clark in Smallville.
author:fresne  Yuletide  yuletide14  AO3  genre:fluff  trope:family  tumblr  short  pairing:clark/lois  !het 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: The Pirate King
“You must ask to join their crew,” she said suddenly, because she could hear – though perhaps her daughter could not – that the day was lost.

“What?” her daughter asked, because although she could hear that the day was lost, that didn’t sound remotely like a solution.

“Ask to join their crew,” her mother repeated, more urgently. “If you ask to join their crew, you’ll be under the protection of the Pirate King and they won’t dare harm you.”
tumblr  fandom:pirates_of_the_caribbean  trope:futurefic  !het  pairing:elizabeth/will  trope:marriage  genre:gen  rating:PG13  warning:death  author:unpretty  warning:severe_awesome 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Janet introduction
Janet MacIntyre was smoking in her car in the high school parking lot. It was, for a lot of reasons, infinitely preferable to eating in the cafeteria. She missed out on lunch, but the cigarettes kept her from getting hungry, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

Just one more year and she’d never have to see any of these people ever again.
series  fandom:batman  Fandom:DC  character:bruce_wayne  character:OC  author:unpretty  tumblr  trope:highschool  !no_pairing  rating:PG13  warning:rape_discussion  genre:gen 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Alibis
“Miss Cartwright? I’m with the Gotham P.D., I’m calling to ask about Bruce Wayne.”

Emily frowned and took the phone away from her ear to check the screen. Caller unknown. “What about him?”

“Do you happen to know where he was on the night of February twenty-second?”

“He was with me,” she lied immediately.
Sorta like the one I've been looking for
!no_pairing  genre:gen  genre:humor  trope:world  building  author:unpretty  tumblr  fandom:batman  Fandom:DC  character:OC  short 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Clark Kent had pants like Fort Knox
and Lois was getting impatient with his continued refusal to allow her access to his strategic dick reserve.
author:unpretty  !het  genre:PWP  rating:R  fandom:superman  Fandom:DC  tumblr  pairing:clark/lois 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Shenanigans in the office
“To be clear,” Clark asked, “did I just help you commit a felony?”

Lois said nothing, but gave Clark her best ‘shut the fuck up’ look. Obediently, he shut the fuck up.
author:unpretty  rating:PG13  fandom:superman  pairing:clark/lois  !het  genre:gen  genre:humor  Fandom:DC  tumblr 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Walk Home
“I can get home fine on my own,” Lois said.

“I know you can,” Clark said, continuing to escort her home.

“I barely even drank.” She drank a lot. She’d been teaching Steve an important lesson about… something. He’d passed out right at the bar, which meant she’d won.
genre:romance  rating:PG13  author:unpretty  tumblr  Fandom:DC  fandom:superman  pairing:clark/lois 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Nick Fury is Full of Shit
“Welcome back, Agent Coulson.”

It was rarely a good day when a man woke up sore with Nick Fury above him, but Phil was grateful nonetheless. “I’m… alive?”
tumblr  !no_pairing  character:nick_fury  character:phil_coulson  fandom:Marvel  fandom:Avengers  rating:PG13  genre:gen  short 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Baby Batventures
Janet found Bruce in the back of the library, at one of the tables meant for studying. Where he was actually studying. He may have been the only person in the school’s history to have done so. She had a hunch that this was what he did every lunch hour. He had headphones plugged into a CD player, head down over a notebook, pen moving constantly.
Part of Sorrowful and Immaculate Hearts
tumblr  fandom:batman  Fandom:DC  author:unpretty  character:OC  !no_pairing  rating:PG13  genre:gen  trope:highschool  series 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Welcome to Kirkfleet
Gemini could not imagine what she’d done in a former life to wind up aboard the U.S.S. John Mirk. Not only was it the most absurd name for a ship she’d ever heard – and she had heard many – but the thing was borderline derelict. Nothing at all like the shiny new ships she had trained aboard, had even worked aboard.
author:unpretty  fandom:startrek  fandom:startrek_tos  character:OC  trope:futurefic  trope:kidfic  genre:gen  !no_pairing  rating:PG13  genre:humor  tumblr 
june 2016 by Miscella
unpretty: Bruce on a date
“Tonight was nice,” Anita said, leaning against Bruce’s arm in the back of the limo.

“I’m glad you had a good time.” He was watching the darkening sky through the tinted windows.

“This is a friend date, right? Not a date-date?”
author:unpretty  tumblr  pairing:bruce/oc  !het  rating:R  genre:PWP  trope:one_night_stand  trope:characterstudy  character:bruce_wayne 
june 2016 by Miscella
infectedscrew: Coitus Interruptus
Tim lifted a hand to cover his mouth. He’d always hated laughing when his mouth was full of food.

“Ah, come on, when you do that it looks like you don’t find me funny.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Please, you know I find you funny Conner.”
author:infectedscrew  tumblr  rating:PG13  Pairing:Tim/Kon  !slash  Fandom:DC  fandom:batman  fandom:superman  character:tim  character:kon  character:bruce_wayne  character:clark_kent  genre:humor 
june 2016 by Miscella
corpusinvictus: Gossip Sessions
“… and so the moral of this story is that their genitalia are located in their ears and I did something very inappropriate with the diplomat onboard and now I’m hiding in your quarters.”

“Yeah, remind me again of how you got in here in the first place?”
fandom:stxi  character:gaila  character:jim_kirk  character:spock  pairing:kirk/spock  rating:R  genre:humor  !slash  tumblr  author:corpus_invictus 
june 2016 by Miscella
infectedscrew: What You Don’t Know Can’t Hurt You
Tim believed he was allergic to animals up until he was seven years old. Then he figured out his parents just didn’t want to get him a pet.
tumblr  author:infectedscrew  fandom:batman  Fandom:DC  genre:angst  trope:family  rating:PG  !no_pairing  character:tim 
june 2016 by Miscella
dyin' historic: Furiosa's Crew
The moment you realize that Furiosa’s crew of War Boys, those in her convoy, were the only ones to have a moment where they helped each *other* escape death
tumblr  fandom:mad_max  character:curiosa  short  rating:PG  trope:meta  genre:gen  author:dyinghistoric  !no_pairing 
june 2016 by Miscella
scifigrl47: Holding Ground
SHIELD would be on site in fourteen minutes. Thor was eleven minutes out. Iron Man was eight minutes away. They updated him, constantly, voices in his ear, cries from a distance.

Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long enough for any of them to reach him.
Author:Scifigrl47  tumblr  short  genre:gen  trope:friendship  trope:characterstudy  character:OC  character:steve_rogers  character:sabertooth  fandom:Marvel  fandom:Avengers  character:tonystark  character:bruce_banner  rating:PG13 
may 2016 by Miscella
idiopathicsmile: Curse benefits
“So what you’re saying is that, until that one specific date, I am effectively immortal?”

“Technically yes, but then–” the King stammered.

“Wow,” said the princess, who was sixteen and did not possess amazing impulse control. “I’m gonna go teach myself how to juggle chainsaws while hang gliding over shark-infested waters, catch you chuckleheads later.”
genre:fluff  short  trope:fairytales  genre:fantasy  !femslash  tumblr  rating:G  author:idiopathicsmile  character:OC 
may 2016 by Miscella
inkskinned: Medusa
what if medusa was a real woman. i mean: what if the woman with snakes in her hair was once a tiny girl with beautiful braids in her black hair.
fandom:mythology  author:inkskinned  tumblr  trope:characterstudy  warning:sexism 
may 2016 by Miscella
oathkeeper-of-tarth: Untitled
There were only two of them: topazes both and big enough to be imposing, but not quite the size of the standard quartz guards she was by now used to facing and taking down.

“Show us where Rose Quartz is hiding,” the one on her left flank grumbled, and Pearl couldn’t help an incredulous laugh. She was fond of incorporating Homeworld’s tendency to underestimate her into battle strategies, yes, but this was quite ridiculous.

“No,” she replied simply. It was the most satisfying thing - perhaps she should thank them for the opportunity? And then, a bit more emphatic: “Never.”
author:oathkeeper-of-tarth  tumblr  fandom:steven_universe  character:pearl  character:rose  genre:action/adventure  trope:characterstudy  rating:PG 
may 2016 by Miscella
feynites: The princess in the tower
When Princess Talia was fourteen, her eldest sister was placed in a tower.
genre:fantasy  originalfics  trope:fairytales  tumblr  author:feynites  !no_pairing 
april 2016 by Miscella
feynites: libations-of-honey-and-milk: In... • Too Altus for This
In fairy tales and fantasy, two types of people go in towers:  princesses and wizards.

Princesses are placed there against their will or with the intention of ‘keeping them safe.’
This is very different from wizards, who seek out towers to hone their sorcery in solitude.

I would like a story where a princess is placed in an abandoned tower that used to belong to a wizard, and so she spends long years learning the craft of wizardry from the scraps left behind and becomes the most powerful magic wielder the world has seen in centuries, busts out of the tower and wreaks glorious, bloody vengeance on the fools that imprisoned her. 

That would be my kind of story.
via:Carnadosa  genre:fantasy  rating:PG13  author:feynites  tumblr  short  originalfics 
april 2016 by Miscella
fialleril: No (Or: Anakin Skywalker in Ten Steps)
1. When he’s eight years old he decides that freedom means never having to say “Yes Master” or any variation thereof again.
fandom:starwars  fandom:starwars_theforceawakens  pairing:anakin/padme  trope:characterstudy  genre:tragedy  short  tumblr 
january 2016 by Miscella
radialarch: untitled
There aren’t many pictures of Steve Rogers before the serum. Makes it easy for Karen to pick one, from the batch the Army had sent over. In it, Rogers is frowning off into the distance, dog tags hanging around his neck. She wonders if he even knew he was being photographed.
author:radialarch  tumblr  genre:h/c  trope:outsiderpov  genre:gen  rating:PG  short  fandom:Marvel  fandom:captain_america 
january 2016 by Miscella
nekomamoru: What's yours is mine
Though his ears may be tuned to the familiar crunch of his steps on the grounds that greets him every time he returns, his heart will always reach out for the relieving embrace his home welcomes him with.
genre:fluff  genre:romance  fandom:naruto  pairing:hinata/naruto  rating:PG13  short  author:nekomamoru  tumblr  !het 
january 2016 by Miscella
renaroo: Drabble
It had become a bit of a tradition for them. They scrounged up money – or rather, Steph scrounged up money that would end up not being used when Cass pulled out the Wayne family bucks from her belt – and met over the rooftops by the Gotham U library.
tumblr  Fandom:DC  fandom:batman  pairing:cass/steph  character:stephanie_brown  character:cassandra_cain  rating:PG  short  !femslash 
january 2016 by Miscella
polytropic-liar: Finn my communist child
yep, Luke Skywalker, training as a Jedi under Luke Skywalker, no big deal–to find that her stuff has been moved.
pairing:rey/poe/finn  fandom:starwars_theforceawakens  rating:PG13  short  author:polytropic-liar  tumblr  !poly  !slash  !het 
january 2016 by Miscella
scifigrl47: Phil Coulson was not Grown in a Lab
Tony Stark did his best to keep his eyes open. Really. He did. Which was more than he could say for Thor, who had no compunctions about just folding his arms on the table, burying his head in them, and dropping straight off to sleep. Everyone ignored that fact, despite the snoring, because debriefings that did not involve Thor were usually faster, more efficient and a lot less painful.
tumblr  series  Author:Scifigrl47  pairing:clint/coulson  postpairing:steve/tony  genre:humor  trope:family  rating:PG13  fandom:Marvel  fandom:Avengers 
january 2016 by Miscella
the reason for stars
It was, Aris would admit, the first time he had delivered to an address currently on fire. One of the windows exploded just as he pulled up, letting out a great belch of flame—so it took him a minute to notice the three people sitting on the curb. They were all dressed in black, and the woman had a dangerous-looking gun type thing at her side.

“Hey, pizza guy!” the black guy on the curb shouted, waving Aris over. He stumbled out of his car and grabbed the pizza from the backseat—

[[Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker. OT3 fluff.]]
[leverage]  {eliot}  {hardison}  {parker}  +eliot/hardison/parker  !poly  !het  !slash  via:doverecs  tumblr 
january 2016 by Miscella
It reads:

CAP WANTS YOU — and that dumb photo of him pointing — TO GO BACK TO YOUR OWN COUNTRY.

Captain Steve Rogers @SGR
Take this down. My mother was an immigrant.
short  tumblr  trope:meta  author:drop-deadream  fandom:captain_america  character:steve_rogers  rating:PG13  fandom:Marvel 
august 2015 by Miscella
ipoiledi: Sexting
“Who are you talking to?”

“What?” Steve asks, guilty. “No one. Uh, Twitter.”
genre:humor  fandom:Marvel  fandom:Avengers  author:ipoiledi  tumblr  short  rating:R  pairing:bucky/steve 
july 2015 by Miscella
ipoiledi: Tony finds Steve's sex tape
“Look, I don’t fucking know, it’s just broken – sorry,” Cap says, catching himself. “God. Just take a look at it for me, okay? And don’t make any jokes.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t. It’s simply because my cup runneth over, you understand. I mean, I won’t because I can’t choose between the one about your uncommonly massive hamburger-hands being unable to handle – hah – my delicate technology –”
author:ipoiledi  tumblr  fandom:Marvel  fandom:Avengers  pairing:bucky/steve  rating:R  genre:PWP  genre:humor  short  character:rhodey  character:tonystark  !slash 
july 2015 by Miscella
alabasterink: Little Lady
Shino had a problem: clothing manufactures just couldn’t seem to keep up with Konoha’s steadily rising population.
author:alabasterink  tumblr  fandom:naruto  pairing:naruto/hinata  character:shino  character:Himawari  trope:family  trope:friendship  rating:PG  genre:fluff 
may 2015 by Miscella
elidyce: McGonagall saves the day/world/series without breaking a sweat
If Ron had fucked it up a little worse and couldn’t get ‘Scabbers’ back and McGonagall had take him to disenchant him and next thing we know there’s a naked Peter Pettigrew sitting on McGonagall’s desk and the kids in that class learn six new swear words, a hex they will never dare to use, and a fear of Minerva McGonagall’s wrath that will be with them until the day they die.
fandom:harry_potter  tumblr  short  character:minerva_mcgonagall  genre:gen  rating:PG  author:elidyce  !no_pairing 
january 2015 by Miscella
actualmenacebuckybarnes: OT4- "Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.” or "I’ll never unsee that."
Clint burns down his apartment. Well, it’s a little fire and quickly contained but the smoke damage alone is taking a dent out of his savings (okay, literally, the smoke has damaged the assorted bills he keeps stuffed between his mattress why oh why did he not listen to Natasha about shady off-shore investments) so he can’t afford a hotel during the repairs.
pairing:steve/bucky/natasha/sam  pairing:natasha/sam  rating:NC-17  short  genre:humor  tumblr  character:Natasha_Romanov  character:sam_wilson  character:steve_rogers  character:bucky  character:clint_barton  fandom:Marvel  fandom:Avengers  author:actualmenacebuckybarnes  !slash  !het 
october 2014 by Miscella
ink-splotch: Starcatcher and Storyteller

Once, Wendy had known how to fly. She remembered and it ached.

They tried to settle back in, all three of them, to shake lost boys and pirates from their heads.
tumblr  fandom:peterpan  character:wendy  trope:characterstudy  genre:gen  rating:PG  author:ink-splotch  author:dirgewithoutmusic  AO3  !no_pairing 
june 2014 by Miscella
rosezemlya: Motorcity Drabble
It was actually kind of funny when she looked back. It had seemed so simple back then. Laughably simple. Just topple Kane Co.. Send it crashing down, like a tower in a children’s rhyme, and things would magically right themselves. Evil would be vanquished, the sun restored, suddenly things would be right and fair and good. The way they always were at the end of one of Chuck’s LARP sessions.
author:rosezemlya  tumblr  fandom:motorcity  genre:tragedy  character:julie_kane  character:mike_chilton  trope:futurefic  rating:PG13  !no_pairing 
june 2014 by Miscella
spaceconfessional: Untitled
"Nat, why are you doing this."

"Because," she started, her tone very matter-of-factly, "ever since James—"

"Bucky," Steve corrected her. She rolled her eyes.

"Ever since Bucky moved away, you’ve been moping. More than usual and that’s not acceptable.”
pairing:sam/steve  fandom:Marvel  fandom:captain_america  author:spaceconfessional  tumblr  short  genre:fluff  character:Natasha_Romanov 
june 2014 by Miscella
Emiliana Darling: “Reconstruction Site”
He is the Winter Soldier.

He is James Buchanan Barnes.

He’s not one and he’s not the other, and he’s not sure if that makes him anything worth saving.

[In which the Winter Soldier leads Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson on a wild goose chase through Eastern Europe so that he can learn more about the man who actually thinks he can be saved. This fic takes place chronologically second in the series but was written first.]
author:emilianadarling  tumblr  fandom:captain_america  pairing:bucky/steve  AO3  character:sam_wilson  character:bucky  !slash 
april 2014 by Miscella
bramblepatch: Slytherin Headcannon
there had to be slytherin students who didn’t go with the rest of the house and fought in the battle for hogwarts
tumblr  fandom:harry_potter 
february 2014 by Miscella
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