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! 🙂
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.
Wow, the editing here is stunning. I’m a sucker for voice-over, and this uses it perfectly. Music by Hozier.
Gorgeous, this hits me right in the feels. Love how balanced it is, too, in how it depicts the eight characters. Music by Aquilo.
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.
“My father was a monster. You are a monster. And I am a monster.”
Wolfgang empties the gun and tastes blood in his mouth. He’s sure he’s dead well before he stops shooting and throws the gun against the wall.
He turns and he knows that she’s there. He could feel her with him, the feeling of her…
Teen, post-season 1. This is a gorgeous Kala POV, with perfect appearances by the cluster. *hearteyes*
Alright, so I have been kind of trolling the internets (or rather, Youtube and Tumblr) for Sense8 vids these past few days, but this doesn’t change the fact that this tribute to the show is pretty damn awesome. Seriously, it captures all the characters as well as most of the important story points – what’s not to love? Music by Woodkid.
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.
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.
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. 😉
