Started this blog to get a handle on my fics. I realised I've been quite messy with reblogging all of my fics on my main @castielscaplan and i wanted to clean it up a bit. This space is solely for my own fics.
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Started this blog to get a handle on my fics. I realised I've been quite messy with reblogging all of my fics on my main @castielscaplan and i wanted to clean it up a bit. This space is solely for my own fics.
32 Female
My Masterlist Tag List Ao3
A Taste of Royalty
Summary: The prince comes to visit your food stall at the market
Warnings: fluff
WC: 469
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The scent of freshly baked pastries filled the air, sweet and buttery with a hint of cinnamon. You wiped your hands on your apron, your heart fluttering as you packed the last of the treats into a basket. Today, the prince himself was visiting the market—Prince Stephen Strange. The thought of him tasting your pastries was enough to send a nervous thrill down your spine.
You had never seen the prince up close, only heard stories. People said he had a rugged charm, much different from the polished princes you read about in fairy tales. His hair was a little messy, his smiles quick and easy. It was hard to imagine someone like him eating something as delicate as the pastries you baked.
Rooted Fates
Summary: Stephen feels familiar with you but he doesn't quite know why.
WC: 1k
Warnings: none? soulmate au?
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The night was quiet in the Sanctum Sanctorum, save for the soft hum of arcane energy that lingered in the air. Stephen Strange stood in the dimly lit library, his fingers tracing the edges of a weathered tome, lost in its pages but distracted by something deeper—an almost unshakable feeling that something was missing. It was a sensation he couldn't quite place, like a persistent whisper he could never quite hear clearly enough to understand.
Then, the door creaked open, and a soft voice broke through his reverie.
“Stephen.”
The Life You Dreamed Of
Summary: life couldn't have been any kinder to you with your favorite men in your life. [WC 882] [Ao3]
Warnings; domestic fluff, some playful arguing
A/N: @0ccvltism come be feral with me about this.
Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains in soft, golden stripes—lazy and warm, the kind that made everything feel slower, gentler.
Domestic. Safe. Very, very far from the lives you could have had.
Crimson Confession
Summary: Matt's always going to protect you... even if you change.
Warnings: Vampire!Au, angst
WC: 489
Request (Technically??): @ruckystarnes sent back in 2022 in DMs....Okay so for Matty... A renowned vampire hunter is turned during one of their hunts. Do they continue hunting vampires for revenge, or do they have a change of heart now that they can relate to the struggles? Like that sounds like something catholic Matty would do
You had always believed in the righteous path, in hunting evil, in wielding your faith and your fists to protect the innocent. Vampires were your sworn enemies—creatures that twisted human life for their own gain. You carried a silver cross in your pocket, your rosary tucked into your coat, your hands steady with purpose.
Until the night everything changed.
The hunt had gone wrong. One second you were cornering your target in a foggy alley, the scent of blood thick in your nostrils, the next—pain, fire, and an overwhelming thirst that coursed through your veins. By the time you awoke, pale, trembling, and undeniably changed, you realized you were no longer just the hunter. You were what you had spent your life hunting.
Not a Love Song
Summary: Not all love stories have a happy ending.
Warnings: angst, no happy ending, mentions of death, cancer
Word Count: 1k
Pairing: f!reader x Steve Rogers
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Heart beats fast
Colours and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?
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“Hi,” a voice to your left greeted, startling you ever so slightly. “My name is Steve Rogers.” You squinted at the name before a memory clicked in your head. “We met at your cousin’s wedding back in April.”
“Oh, right!” you chuckled, holding a hand out as you balanced the box full of soap in the other before it toppled to the floor.
“My apologies,” Steve leaned down to help you pick up the soap that fell on the floor. “Your cousin said you’d be working today, I hope I’m not intruding.”
High Stakes
Summary: maybe the scary mafia king wasn’t all that bad
Word Count: 499
Warnings: slight suggestive themes, mobster Au
Pairing: Mobster! Bucky x Female! Reader
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Whistling to yourself, you walked around the casino, stopping every so often to allow a man or woman to grab a beer bottle from the tray you carried on your hand. You were tired and your feet were killing you from walking all night around the club. But you had a job to do. Your boss, Clint, would murder you if you caused any displeasure to the customers surrounding his establishment.
I want to be his lucky charm ☺️😏 whisk me away Barnes 😋🥵
Keep Comin' Back
Summary: you keep knocking on his door. He keeps being goddamn shirtless. [WC 2.3K] [Ao3]
Warnings: flirting, shirtless billy, cocky billy (well, duh), teasing
@prettybubblesintheair87 did you order a shirtless Billy? Because I got your order hot, fresh, and ready to roll.
Shirtless Men Series
It starts as an accident. That’s the thing you’ll tell yourself later—over and over again—like it somehow makes this whole situation less humiliating. Because the truth? You really didn’t mean to walk in.
You barely even knocked. Just a quick rap against the doorframe before pushing it open, already halfway into your sentence—
“Hey, have you seen—”
Keep Comin' Back
Summary: you keep knocking on his door. He keeps being goddamn shirtless. [WC 2.3K] [Ao3]
Warnings: flirting, shirtless billy, cocky billy (well, duh), teasing
@prettybubblesintheair87 did you order a shirtless Billy? Because I got your order hot, fresh, and ready to roll.
Shirtless Men Series
It starts as an accident. That’s the thing you’ll tell yourself later—over and over again—like it somehow makes this whole situation less humiliating. Because the truth? You really didn’t mean to walk in.
You barely even knocked. Just a quick rap against the doorframe before pushing it open, already halfway into your sentence—
“Hey, have you seen—”
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PLEASE reblog if you use any of these/wanna share with your writer friends!!
No credit is necessary, just have fun!
The Whole Damn Thing
Summary: on the road gifts....
Warnings: wincest, roadhead, smut
WC: 448
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The Impala rumbled steadily down the deserted back road, moonlight glinting off her glossy hood. Dean’s hand gripped the steering wheel — the other was knotted tightly in Sam’s hair, keeping his baby brother’s mouth right where it belonged.
“C’mon, all the way,” Dean growled, low and thick with arousal. “You can take it. You have taken it.”
Only Yours, Baby
Summary: He's only ever soft with you.
WC: 643
Warnings: soft billy, fluff
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Billy never let anyone call him “baby.” Not his friends, not his family, not even you — not until one afternoon when the world outside your little apartment seemed far away, and he let himself fold into something softer.
He was lying on his stomach on the bed, one arm tucked under his head, the other dangling lazily over the side. His hair was mussed from sleep, and there was a faint crease between his brows, like he’d been carrying something heavy all morning. You had no idea what it was, but you didn’t ask.
You crawled onto the bed beside him, pressing close enough to feel the heat radiating off his back. Fingers gliding over the taut muscles, you traced slow, lazy circles, careful not to startle him.
Library Violence
Summary: you get kidnapped by some goons and Loki comes to your rescue [WC 1k] [ao3]
Warnings: mafia au, angst, fluff if you tilt your head to the left and squint hard
Request: @samanddeansannoyingsis Mafia Loki who's sweet wife has no idea he's in the mafia. Shes just a sweet little librarian at the public library and then gets kidnapped one day and they ask about her husband.
The library always smelled like paper and quiet. It clung to you the way your husband’s sweaters did when you stole them from his side of the closet. It was safe here. Predictable. Rows of stories that always ended the same way no matter how many times you opened them.
That’s why you didn’t understand.
Keep Comin' Back
Summary: you keep knocking on his door. He keeps being goddamn shirtless. [WC 2.3K] [Ao3]
Warnings: flirting, shirtless billy, cocky billy (well, duh), teasing
@prettybubblesintheair87 did you order a shirtless Billy? Because I got your order hot, fresh, and ready to roll.
Shirtless Men Series
It starts as an accident. That’s the thing you’ll tell yourself later—over and over again—like it somehow makes this whole situation less humiliating. Because the truth? You really didn’t mean to walk in.
You barely even knocked. Just a quick rap against the doorframe before pushing it open, already halfway into your sentence—
“Hey, have you seen—”
Borderline
Summary: Soldat belongs to Steve. And Soldat knows better than to ever deny that.
Warnings: HYDRA!Steve Rogers, angst, possessiveness
WC: 883
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The chamber was cold, sterile, metallic. Dim lights cast long shadows across the walls, highlighting the edges of machinery, the faint scent of oil and antiseptic lingering in the air. Perfect conditions for control. Perfect conditions for dominance. Perfect conditions for Steve.
“Stand straight,” Steve commanded, his voice low, clipped, and edged with authority. He didn’t need to touch him yet; his presence alone was enough to make Soldat stiffen, every muscle coiling under practiced obedience.
Soldat obeyed. Not because he wanted to, not because he agreed, but because he had learned over years that obedience was safer. That hesitation meant punishment. That Steve—his commanding officer—was always watching, always calculating, always waiting for Soldat to fuck up.
“You’re mine,” Steve murmured, stepping closer, circling him with the measured precision of a predator. “Not Barnes. Not Bucky or even James. Soldat. You have no other name here. You have no other purpose. You are mine.”
Down For You
Summary: you're a drug mule for the cartel and when something goes wrong one night, Bucky comes to your rescue.
Warnings: drug mule reader, angst, a scuffle
WC: 580
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The alley smelled of rain, gasoline, desperation, and possibly a dead body decaying somewhere. Neon lights flickered above, casting your reflection in puddles like broken shards of glass. You gripped the duffel bag tighter, the weight of both cash and product digging into your hands, and cursed under your breath.
You’d always thought you could handle yourself. Street smarts, fire in your gut, and a reputation that made people hesitate before crossing you. But tonight… tonight had gone wrong.
A rival crew had cornered you behind the warehouse. Guns drawn, knives glinting, shadows stretching long across your boots. You were outnumbered, trapped, and for the first time in your life, your instincts screamed—don’t die tonight.
Sweetest Coffee Bean
Summary: Henry was always a brood unless he was with you. You were always the sunshine in his darkest hour.
Warnings: coffee shop au, fluff, broody henry, sunshine reader
WC: 615
Request: Anonymous asked: Oh man cap this is gonna be a weird one but what about a coffee shop au with Henry creel and f!reader? Maybe with the sunshine and black cloud trope with reader being the sunshine? Thank you!!
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The morning sunlight slanted through the large windows of Hawkins Grind Coffee Shop, painting golden rectangles across the wooden floor. You were behind the counter, humming softly to the low jazz playing from the speakers, your hands moving with the ease of someone who loved the smell of coffee as much as the ritual of making it. There was something magnetic about your presence—you had that rare ability to make anyone feel seen, even in the midst of their grayest thoughts.
Henry sat in his usual corner booth, a book open in front of him, but his dark eyes weren’t on the pages. He never really looked at the words. His gaze kept drifting to you—the way your laughter tinkled like wind chimes when you accidentally knocked over a cup, the soft curls of hair that fell across your forehead, the tilt of your head when you focused on steaming milk. He came here every morning, though he rarely spoke. People might have called him brooding, distant, or unapproachable, and honestly… he kind of liked it that way.