This captures the tortured love between those two so beautifully. Music by Ed Sheeran.
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Category: slash
Vid: I Can’t Pretend, by Pinkly Smooth
Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU – how so perfect? 🙂 Music: Can’t Pretend, by Tom Odell.
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Leveled, by yeaka
He’s on his knees again, without even having to be asked.
Another captain might’ve ordered him. Pushed him. Grabbed his hair and made him kneel.
But not his captain, and that might be part of why he does it in the first place.
Adult, mirror!verse AU. Yeoman Kirk services his Vulcan Captain… enthusiastically. *fans self*
Vid: The Things That We Don’t Say, by JJ Prods
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwmnnFxrwFY
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Because Sense8 has eaten my brain, I went back and re-watched Brian J. Smith in “War Boys”, which has a gay storyline between two best friends (my favourite kind!) in between all the angst. This vid captures the lovely hesitant building of something beautiful – and it spares us the ambiguous ending. (I’m firmly in the “he lives” camp, btw.) Music by Britannia High.
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I’ll Get By, by Jamesina
He doesn’t say Before I saw you again, I used to wonder if I hadn’t died after all, and this was hell. It crosses his mind often, when things don’t seem quite real. It could be hell, or some other kind of punishment for killing without any reason except vengeance. But he always knows he’d do it again if he had the chance.
Adult, post-Winter Soldier, warnings for PTSD and some mild D/s.
Bucky might be the one who has to remember and then learn to live with the memories, but Steve needs him just as much. “Rain and Darkness Too” is wonderfully long, delving deep into these two and the immense, life-defining love they share. The follow-up fics are great as well – also, insanely hot.
The Fallen Son, by radialarch
Captain America 3: The Fallen Son is a 2016 American superhero film based on the Marvel Comics character Captain America, produced by Marvel Studios and distributed by Paramount Pictures.
Meta!fic, RPS. I absolutely adore this, it’s brilliant and had me laughing out loud in delight at how true it all rang (esp. the fan reactions, omg). The crossover into RPS made it even better – meta heaven! 🙂
It’s not over, by Mattalexa
Shit! Why the hell was this so difficult? The shock of actually seeing Olli again hit him much harder than he thought and no mental planning could have prepared him for this. His stomach was beginning to protest and the heat from the stove behind him made him feel dizzy. Yet, all Christian wanted to do was rush across the room, wrap his arms around Olli and just hold on, feel his warmth once again envelope him and his breath in his hair. But he no longer had that right, did he? He had given up that privilege when he signed those damn divorce papers after they had been returned to his attorney with Olli’s signature.
Adult, AU post-(final) break-up. I stopped watching the Christian/Olli storyline long before Christian’s final departure (before their first wedding, even) but had heard about the mess the fans were left with. This story manages to have our guys act like actual adults, acknowledging the importance of their relationship without erasing the mistakes they made. Also, the sex is hot, as befits the chemistry we saw on screen.
ETA: Sadly the fic has been deleted.
Brotherhood of Man, by insomniabug
Maybe Yrsa was right; love inside a cluster is pathological.
Teen, post-season 1. Spoilers! Oh, my babies… This is so sad but also so beautiful, showing how our eight take care of Will and of each other.
Two-Thirds God, by Tem-ve H’syan
Gilgamesh thought he could see the sun rising, for all that it might just have been a reflection of his own dishevelled hair in the rain-coloured eyes of his opponent.
How long had they fought? He had no way of measuring time, and no way to stop fighting. Nor, surprisingly so, did he have any wish to.
Teen. Written as a (strange and wonderful) Star Wars AU, to me this also reads like a stunning Gilgamesh/Enkidu fic, its language lyrical and very vivid.
Bass by Tem-ve H’syan
His eyes are not on his hands, not where skilled blunt fingertips caress and pummel the cobalt blue custom Fender Jazz into sweet throbbing submission. His eyes are not anywhere on the trajectory of a small pale green item of feminine clothing about to flop down at his feet, missing its mark by a good six feet, he suspects. His eyes are not on the likely originator of said pale green item, frantically waving her arms in the air, her head thrown back in a scream of frenzied excitement as Ben-K goes down on one knee and wraps himself around the mike stand sinuously, crawling towards her while belting out the high notes like an angel in agony. The slack khaki pants that have threatened to fall off his hips all evening have slid a little lower.
From where he is standing, the view is perfect.
Mature, band!AU. This really shouldn’t work, but it very much does. In few words the author paints a picture of our boys, different but recognizable.