It had all come together tonight. They had fought in perfect, perfect unison, Jace always exactly where Alec needed him to be, Alec always exactly where Jace needed him to be. They had both slipped into a wild uninterruptible series of perfect hits, each at his absolute fastest and strongest, and Alec had felt the fight become an art form. A dance, Alec and Jace the centerpieces, the demons the counterpoint, slain. All the more thrilling for its being a secret. They weren’t on a mission; it was just them and their recklessness, in a fresh new city with fresh new weapons just waiting to be broken in.
Teen, pre-canon. A perfect fight leaves two parabatai tired – and sharing a bed… This is lovely.
This is a great retrospective over all the aspects that make the parabatai relationship between Jace and Alec so wonderful, up to the mid-season finale of season 3.
“Sorry it’s small,” Mun tells her, depositing his small travel bag on the floor by the front door. Sun keeps hold of her own; she does not leave bags by the door, but this is not her apartment. Though her name is cleared, her apartment is no longer hers, and she hasn’t allowed herself to begin thinking of how, or if, she will find a new one. “And—not very clean.”
She simply looks at him for a moment. “I’ve been to prison,” she says finally. “It was smaller and dirtier.”
He grins, unfailingly charmed. She is not used to being so funny. “That’s right,” he says, reaching out and taking her bag from her, placing it next to his own. “I keep forgetting that you’re a hardened criminal, Ms. Bak. And a professional actor, and a gangster, and a DJ, too.”
Adult, mild D/s, spoilers for the finale. Set before the wedding, this is absolutely perfect, as well as seriously hot.
The moment Steve’s fingers wrap around the metal, Bucky lets out a gasp as if he’s just been punched in the gut, and drops back down onto one knee with a sway that threatens to make him topple over. However, when Steve moves to help, Bucky flinches, shaking Steve’s hand off with a startled yelp.
“Don’t touch me!” he growls.
Adult. This should be crack but instead it’s both full of feels and seriously sexy.
At those words he feels the tremor of Wyatt’s laugh against his skin. It sends a cold sweat over his chest, and he shivers at the sudden unwelcome stab of fear, twisting uncomfortably with arousal, and he’s about to pull back when heat closes over him— her mouth.
Adult, post-season 1. I have such a fondness for poor Teddy, and this is such an intriguing look at him and Dolores – or is it Wyatt? (Not entirely season 2-compliant, but pretty close.)
