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[kalee60]

I was so lucky to find @stuckygeekevents page and join their discord, they have so many fun events, and it's a lovely little community (you should join!) This fic is part of a reverse mini- bang where I was lucky enough to get @evadne01 gorgeous art!

So click here if you like the sound of it and shower some love on my amazing artist ❤️

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Title: watching you, watching me

Rating: T

Words: 5,425

Tags: alternate universe - canon divergent, friends to lovers, Steve needs a hug, from Bucky, fluff, POV alternating, POV Howling Commandos, first kiss, mutual pining

Synopsis:

Steve had always watched Bucky.

From the moment they met there was something about James Buchanan Barnes that caught Steve’s eye, his attention…his everything.

But Bucky was his friend, nothing more, nothing less. So Steve buried his feelings as best he could, happy to steal glances and observe Bucky living his life undetected. Or so he thought.

Or the five times Steve was caught watching Bucky and the one time Bucky noticed.

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[medievill]

the incredibly talented @googoogojob made this for this year’s reverse bang and it seemed like it would go perfectly with 75k of a blackbonnet film-noir!AU in 1942 Wellington.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[annerp]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here is our collaboration for the Stucky Big Bang 2021 run by @stuckybangs​

Title: Shrinking Violet

Author:@annerp    Annerp on AO3

Artist: Espressosaur on AO3 

Chapters: 3/3

Fandom: Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

11K Words Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Helen Cho (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: De-Serumed Steve Rogers, Angry Steve Rogers, Angry Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Protective Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark Is Not Helping, Tony's kind of a jerk actually, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, shrinkyclinks, Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, The Stucky big bang 2021, Steve needs therapy Summary:

“Aww hell,” Steve grumbles from his hospital bed when he sees Bucky.

Tony on the other hand seems pretty happy to see him.

“Hey! Buckaroo’s here!”

He’s already heading for the door, ready to make a quick escape.

“Cap, your Bucky Bear is here, so maybe try to dial back the murder kitten thing you’ve got going on?”

He’s out the door, so the cup Steve throws misses him completely.

Sitting on the bed with his feet dangling over the side is the love of Bucky’s life, only about a hundred pounds lighter and several inches shorter than the last time Bucky saw him.

[ladyladylady1]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

If you like Tarot cards, embedded art, and Modern!Bucky x Hawkeye!Clint, check out my new fic on AO3. Chapter 1 is called Ace of Cups, and features themes from the Fool, the Sun, Judgment, and Magician cards 🃏

Rated E

Fic complete, updating weekly

[yullen]

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[angelwingsl3]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Day 13! Only one day left. Art by @blu-scribbles

Chapter 13 - Fortress

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Quarantine would be coming to a close soon. 

Shepard stretched in the pilot’s chair after shutting off her comm link with the Normandy. The ship had returned from her shields tests just an hour ago. The moment they were in range, Chakwas eagerly performed medicals via vid-call on each of her patients. Thus far, neither of them exhibited any signs of the virus.

If their vitals held steady, they could return home tomorrow.

There was an almost bittersweet edge to the thought of returning to the Normandy. While Shepard missed her crew-- and her comfortable bed-- she couldn’t help already beginning to lament the idea she wouldn’t be alone with Garrus for much longer. Here, on the Akkeema, she could pretend at lazy Sundays and forget the Reapers, if only for a little while.

Returning home meant it would be time to return to reality. A world where the Reapers stood on the Milky Way’s doorstep. While she had friends to help, there was an abundance of enemies who waited just beyond the horizon. The Council still refused to grant her an audience and the Alliance held her at arm’s length.

Soon, Shepard knew she would have to send her crew-- her family-- away to their respective homeworlds where maybe one of them could make a difference. If there was any hope of survival, Shepard knew the galaxy’s species would need to prepare and work together. They’d done it here already, turned xenophobic terrorists into best friends with aliens. If they could just make a dent--

“Shepard!”

The Commander was torn from her reverie, staring out into the black, by Garrus’ voice from down the hallway. She perked up and immediately lost her tumbling train of thought. 

“Hey, Shepard! Can you come down here a minute?”

“Coming!” she called back, hopping to her feet in short order. Garrus didn’t sound distressed, but curiosity had already taken hold, and she couldn’t resist jogging down the hall. When Shepard arrived at the sleeping quarters, the door was closed. “That’s odd.”

She pushed on the panel only to be greeted by a dark room. She could have sworn she’d heard Garrus’ voice come from in here. She stepped inside, her hands fumbling toward the room’s control panel.

“Garrus?”

“In here,” he replied as a light switched on deeper in the room before she could find the switch. Shepard winced against the sudden change in brightness and was greeted by something she’d never expected. Tiny star lights blinked into existence in front of her. Hundreds of them, projected onto the walls of a tent.

Overtop the mattress, Garrus had used an extra bed sheet to create a shelter. He sat on his haunches, holding the door open to her. “I uh-- thought this might be fun. You know, considering it is our last day of quarantine. I know, it’s silly--”

“This is fantastic!” Shepard couldn’t hold in her laughter for a moment longer. Immediately, she crouched down beside him to plant a kiss on his mandible before sneaking past him and into the tent. “Oh, I love it!”

Not only had the bed been made into a fortress, but Garrus had also taken the time to gather seemingly everything Shepard could need for a comfortable evening. There were snacks and drinks. Garrus set the projector up for watching a movie on the ceiling, and the datapad with her book waited on the pillows.

He grinned, crawling inside with her after he closed the tent-flap. In the centre of the bed, a single lamp shone through a paper filter. Shepard could see that it was an old manual, written in flowing asari script. He’d taken the time to cut tiny holes in the paper to make the pin-points show on the walls. 

Flopping down into the pillows, Shepard stretched out and yawned. A few moments later, Garrus snuggled up against her side with his head on her chest. “It’s perfect, Garrus,” she told him as she caressed his fringe with the tips of her fingers.

His long sigh brought a little extra warmth to her soul.

While going back to reality wouldn’t be easy, Shepard knew that she was stronger for this time away. The galaxy could continue to throw things in her path, and she would always keep standing up to fight against it with her favourite turian, her boyfriend, at her side.

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[oopsbirdficced]

Bury My Sins Down By The Sea

Art by @leitiko-art / Leitiko (AO3)

Story by @oopsbirdficced / ingenious_spark (AO3)

Fic rating: E/18+

Warnings: Explicit sexual content

Relationships: Maglor/Denethor of Ossiriand

Characters: Maglor, Denethor of Ossiriand, Lenwë, original Avarin elves

Tags: Cultural differences, culture shock, post-War of Wrath, the Laws and Customs Among the Eldar are not universal, the Avari, depression, recovery, explicit sexual content, good communication, briefly taken captive, implied/referenced canonical character death

Word Count: 11k

Summary: Wandering along the seashore singing an unceasing lament for what his people had become and what they had done was supposed to be the last line for Maglor, son of Fëanor.

When he accidentally trespasses on Avarin territory, they take him briefly hostage in order to ensure that he will lead no war parties to them. Among their people, thrust headfirst into a culture completely alien to him, Maglor learns quickly exactly how different they are. Despite all their differences, he still finds kinship with Denethor of the Laiquendi, and the comfort of a connection helps him open his heart again at long last.

A collaboration created for the 2019 Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang, @tolkienrsb

Collection/link will go live on September 1st