It’s not often we get a new face, after all, and two new faces, attached to bodies such as those… well, who could blame us for wanting them?
Especially with the Force so strong in both of them. No aphrodisiac better than the tang and tingle of the Force, for us.
Adult, “fuck or die”, outside POV. This gives a very interesting perspective, since the group Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan have infiltrated are Force-sensitive. Also, it’s smoking hot. 😉
A gorgeous, touching retelling of my favourite part of TPM – the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, and how they both have to face their destinies. Can be read as slash or gen, as you like. 🙂 Music: Moving Mountains (Invincible), by Two Steps From Hell.
She presses one hand over his chest, firm against his heart. It beats faster now, a steady thrum even when he’s still, but the pulse reminds her of the way it would beat before the experiments when he was excited, when he was happy or scared or full of love for her.
“Still the same,” she promises, and Pietro stares at her, stares into her, and Wanda knows the very moment she has his acceptance.
Adult, pre-AoU, incest, established relationship. Wanda and Pietro rediscover one another after the experiments. Love their connection here, and the way the changes in them affect their love-making.
There’s something soothing about caring for him like this, the grounding warmth of his skin under her hands, the familiarity of the act.
Adult, post-AoU, implied Clint/Natasha/Laura. Fixing some of the mess Joss left us with, this soothes my heart.
He thinks of Dick and his bright red hair, the only spot of color in the whole damn forest, and then he makes himself stop thinking about it.
Adult, Bastogne fic. Great Nixon POV, this feels completely believable. There’s just something very appealing about boys keeping each other warm…
This is his Elysium: flushed cheeks and lips bitten to redness, like wine splashed over golden skin, blue eyes flecked with olive-green and earthy browns, and dark hair spread over trampled grass.
There is a tomorrow and one after that, and those tomorrows are not contained within an hourglass anymore.
Adult, set in the afterlife. Achilles gets his happy ending, the only one he’s ever wanted. This is lyrical and sensual and altogether beautiful.
“What if I can’t?” Murphy said. He loved Jesus, more than their Ma, even. But not more than everyone.
Adult, pre-canon, twincest. Awesome backstory, Murphy POV, following the MacManus twins as they grow up and explaining a lot of things the movie left up to our imaginations. Also a crossover with Bravo Two Zero, whatever that is. 🙂
Steve Rogers was educated at Pratt Institute in New York, where he specialized in comics in particular and illustration in general. He does a diary comic.
He is also Captain America.
This comic is amazing. It also deals with some serious shit, because this Steve has to deal not just with the modern world but with the world he left behind. I especially love the way his friendships with the other Avengers and especially Pepper is portrayed.
He’s asking for your touch, traiteur.
No. That could not be the answer. Speirs was not wounded.
But he is sick. Sick in his soul. And he asked.
Mature, mildly dubious consent. Doc is a healer, and Speirs needs healing. But maybe there’s more to it than that. This is amazing – it changes POV half-way through, giving us fascinating insights into both men and what drives them.
“Hey,” he says, and he leans down over her, puts his hand on her shoulder.
There is an intimacy to it that always makes him feel like warm glue is running liquid through his veins.
Adult, UST, masturbation. Elliot gives in to a moment of weakness. Who can blame him, really? 🙂
