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[tigercrossbow]

Thanks to @notahungrywish for the incredible post.

Heated Rivalry is taking over my house, they're in my walls, my flatmate knows no peace.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82088351/chapters/216016051

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Help, I just got hit by a full warren of plot bunnies about a Titan A.E. au Saiyuki fic.

I mean, come on. The sutras being able to create new worlds when they come together? Cute little blond boy being orphaned while holding a key to the universe who grows up all bitter and angsty and sexy about it. A creepy guy who knew the boy's father who is actually a villain working for the other side. People wanting to kill the guy for the powerful artifact he's carrying. A journey he really doesn't want to be on but has no choice in the matter so he's gonna bitch the whole time.

Dammmmmmmit. I've already got like fifteen fics in the works right now.

[smileytiger28]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Moon Knight (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Arthur Harrow & Khonshu (Moon Knight) Characters: Arthur Harrow Additional Tags: Character Study, Post-Episode: s01e03 The Friendly Type (Moon Knight TV), no beta we die like arthur harrow in episode 6 lmao, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Summary:

leadership fit on arthur harrow like a pair of oversized shoes. that's why he fills them with glass.

[tinytigerrrr]

You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared. You're scared...

And all you want is to be loved.

[tundra-tiger]

Tonight the sky is full of a thousand shifting colors I have no name for. But when has that every stopped me? No words ring true on my front porch, but I try on every one, just in case

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

To the algorithm getting excited that I'm googling Safe Gun Grip Practices:

Porn! I'm writing porn! Filthy, horny, hair-pulling ass-slapping dick-sucking porn!

And the gun doesn't even relate to the sex stuff....

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

🎃 Trick! Pet-names 🎃

(I'm going to play it safe and assume you mean for ColdFlash)

A sugary sweet ficlet for you!

Read on below, or on AO3

What'd You Call Me?

It had started entirely by accident. 

Barry had been half asleep in line at Jitters when he bumped -very literally- into Leonard who was looking just as tired as him. 

After they finished mopping up spilled coffee from the floor around Barry’s feet and bought replacement drinks, it would have been more awkward for one of them to bolt, with the eyes of other patrons on them. So they pulled up chairs at a table against the back wall and tried to make small talk and pretend that Len hadn’t stolen over six million dollars in diamonds just the night before. 

Barry watched Len take a sip of his tea, make a face, then frown down at it in disappointment. He was to the counter and back before Len noticed he was gone. “Honey?” 

“Yes, Sweetheart?” Len replied, then blinked in surprise at himself. 

Lips pursed, Barry tried not to grin. 

Failed. 

Tried not to laugh. 

Failed. 

It was infectious and soon Len was snickering into his cup, shaking his head. “It wasn’t that funny,” he insisted even as his shoulders shook with near silent laughter. He took the packet of honey to drizzle into his tea and bumped Barry’s knee under the table in thanks. 

Their conversation was relaxed and genuine from there. 

After that, it became a habit. A joke between them that the Rogues and other heroes didn’t understand or find nearly as funny as the pair of them did. 

Len calling Barry his Darling as he aimed the Cold Gun at his feet -he’d long since stopped aiming at his chest- and freezing him in place to make an escape. 

Barry crooning Snow Prince as he slapped cuffs on Len’s wrists, knowing that they would be slipped long before the police finally made an appearance to drag him into custody. 

Angel, when they stood shoulder to shoulder against a common foe who would reel back in confusion when the ‘angel’ in question would attack with a ruthlessness that Flash never would. 

Baby, when Barry came to Len for help with an undercover mission into the criminal world, this murmured just above earshot as Len kept a protective arm around Barry’s waist and glared down anyone foolish enough to get too close to him until the job was done and he got him safely back home, his virtue and conscience untarnished. 

Shining Knight, after Len stepped between Barry and Oliver who was shouting him down for stooping so low as to work with a criminal. The bruised knuckles from Queen’s teeth were worth it when Barry had given him the title as he pressed ice to them and held his hand a bit longer than necessary. 

Lightning Bug, named through breathless laughter while leaning back on the grimy wall of a barside alley in a rough part of town after Barry won his fifth hand of poker of the night and been accused of stealing before he could sweep his winnings into the growing pile on their side of the table. The fight had ended after just a handful of minutes when Len broke a pool cue over a drunk gambler’s head and they made their escape out the emergency exit. The heated look in Barry’s eyes was worth more than his cut of the pot for teaching him how to palm cards. 

My Love, whispered against each other’s lips in the dark of a hotel room in Keystone where they found themselves, not Cold or Flash, just Len and Barry, with their lives as enemies locked on the other side of the door and held at bay until morning. 

My Love, mumbled sleepily under fresh bed linens as sunlight streamed in through the blinds to remind them it was time to start the day. 

My Love, quick, casual, accompanied by a peck on the cheek before one vanished in the flash to make it to work on time and the other got started on the breakfast dishes. 

My Love, against the back of a neck after a long day, gentle, sweet, and knowing that it will be the same tomorrow and next week and next year and from now on. 

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Wish me luck! I'm gonna try to write some smut today.