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Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw One for The History Books

[complete] 22 chapters, 100k words

[Summary] You are an archivist at the Pentagon, sent on assignment to TOPGUN to catalog and report on a top secret mission. In the days under the Californian sun, a certain naval aviator puts your once orderly life in a tailspin that you might never recover from.

[Pairing] Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!oc (no use of y/n)

[Warnings] Mature content: swearing, (explicit) smut. 18+ only.

[Accompanying Side Stories/One Shots] Same warnings apply.

Where Else Would I Be? [Summary] He's been gone for so long.

Any Way The Wind Blows [Summary] There’s a sudden shift in the mood.

Wish You Were Here | part 1 | part 2 [Summary] Some things you’d rather not face alone.

Of All The Stars in The Sky

[in progress] [tag list open!]

Summary | War looks different from high above in the sky. But when Bradley finds himself on the ground, far behind enemy lines, it becomes a race against the clock to get out. And try not to look back at what he’s leaving behind.

Pairing | Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!oc (no use of y/n)

Warnings | Mature content | 18+ only | [WWII AU] swearing, war, violence, death, explicit smut

One Shots

All The Small Things Summary // Did you get what you deserve? (3.2k words)

Pairing // Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings //mentions of abuse, heartbreak—hurt/comfort, fluff

Bradley Drabble / glitter gel pens Pairing // Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings //just fluff

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John 'Bucky' Egan Follow Me Where I Go

Lost and found in four parts. (in progress)

Pairing | John 'Bucky' Egan x fem!reader Warnings | 18+, smut, distressing situations, mentions of hospitals and blood

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[resignedbiology]

freedom — freedom?

a kainess 'breakup' oneshot, aka alexis ness finally decides kaiser can kick rocks rated G: no warnings, just kaiser slander !!

Alexis Ness wasn't so much a man — he occupied the same niche as shadows, reflections, glancing sights from your peripheral. He'd made his home in the silhouette of Michael Kaiser; or perhaps, it had been crafted for him, a cramped little box that never grew any bigger. It was the same size as it was when they were children, meant to keep him perfectly bent and contorted into what Michael wanted. Some birds love their cages, don't they? ... some of them, certainly.

Fortunately, Kaiser had forgotten one key aspect to caging his little sparrow — he'd never clipped his wings. The air was cold. The updrift was strong. He could do it — he could fly away.

Ness turned his head to look at Kaiser, the lamplight's warm golden glow highlighting the stray blue streak of hair that had been pulled out of his hood by the icy wind. His heartbeat sped at the sight of him, just a little, as it always did. He hated it, how conditioned his body was to favour Kaiser like the monarch he so desperately wanted to be. Maybe it would always be like that. A whistle pulled the players' attention to the train lazily making its way to a stop before them, countless people disembarking with bags, coats, souveniers, umbrellas, canes; for what it was worth, Ness' eye for detail made people watching into an artistic experience.

All of these people, living such different lives, each with a story hundreds of pages long to tell. Someday, I'll have my own story too. He stood on the platform while the attendants picked up Kaiser's bags and loaded them into the sleeper car. Rocking back and forth on his heels was just one way of keeping himself calm; he'd need any help he could get.

"What are you smiling at?" Kaiser's affect was flat; not quite yet annoyed, but getting close. For once, Ness' smile didn't immediately fall back into a blank slate.

"... freedom."

"Wha — Ness, I know you're tired but you shouldn't be delusional —"

"I'm not going with you."

"What?" the blond's teeth clenched, lacing the word with an authoritarian disgust.

"I'm staying in Belgium. I refunded my ticket, and they're sold out, so I'm not going with you."

"... if you're trying to make a joke, you've never been funny, Ness."

"It's not a joke, I'm staying here. Don't make this harder than it has to be, Michael —" his sentence was harshly clipped off by the blond's fingers knotting into the collar of Ness' jacket.

"Ness, if you try me one more time —"

The conductor blew a whistle, sending a tired glare Kaiser's way. It was apparent some people didn't know or care about his highness and his temper tantrums. In that moment, he still had an audience, but they weren't there to applaud his outburst; all they saw was an angry man, one to be treated with disdain and vague worry. Something about the way Kaiser let go of his collar, with just enough of a shove to push Ness back a bit, it was — cathartic. You won't be able to push me away if I never come back.

"If you're not in Berlin by this Sunday, I will make sure you never play in Europe again."

"Goodnight, Michael."

The last caustic stare Kaiser gave him was feeble, pitiful.

As the train left Ness on the platform alone, he shuddered out a cloudy breath. Cold air cycled through his lungs, deep inhales and exhales working over time to keep his mind from spinning. Only the soft sound of someone calling for his attention made him turn his head. A woman with mousy features was giving him a shyly concerned look. Ness managed to smile free of any manipulated joy, a massive feat he'd later reflect on.

"I'm okay, ma'am, he's — he's always been like that."

"... you know, dear, men like that never change. They'll eat up space in your life until you've got nothing left. You look like a sweet boy, you don't need people like him."

For a moment, Ness' lips opened, but no sound escaped. He knew exactly what he'd intended to say — some sort of groveling attempt at covering up for Kaiser's manipulation, his arrogance, his violence — but he refrained. He didn't have the words to voice how much her words meant, how sagely that advice was to him, specifically him, in that moment. Ness put a hand to his heart, realising his pulse had calmed, no longer responsible for beating to the whims of another man.

"You're right — I don't need him."

While he waved goodbye, the woman gave him a little smile and a polite nod before going on her way. Ness' hand slipped into his breast pocket, taking the plane ticket out to hold inbetween his thumb and index finger as if to examine its authenticity. It was real; Alexis Ness could finally fly away.

#kainess #alexis ness #michael kaiser #blue lock #bllk #drabble #oneshot #ness #kaiser #fic library

[unhonest-iago]

Dream SMP Fic Masterlist

DSMP as Bohemian Rhapsody

Not in Kansas Anymore; Aimsey gets isekai'd to origins smp

Star's a Witch!; hcs about Aimsey practicing witchcraft

You're My Wonderwall; CG!Awesamdude, Little!Foolish, Little!Reader + beach day [GN]

Dirty Laundry; Puffy finds out Schlatt cheated on her

I’m Just Like You; Michael’s feeling self conscious about his eye socket so Tubbo enlists the help of Captain Puffy to show him he’s not the only one without an eye

Insomniac Vulpe; How I think Fundy would act after the March 30th dream

Zoom Call; Teacher au, students realize Dream & George don't hate each other when teaching goes to online

Wasting My Youth; Dream helps Sapnap sneak back into the house after his date w/ y/n [GN]

You're such a Backstabber; the villain (SBI) shoots the person (Dream) next to the hero (George) instead

Older Brother Vibes; Headcanons about Dream being Reader's older brother [GN]

Steampunk Duo; Tina commissions Foolish to create a pair of wings for Hannah some time after she loses her elytra

Soulmates; Soulmate au + Foolish [GN]

Kids In Love; Foolish takes Tina as his date to a Ball

Windsor’s Knot; Schlatt teaches Fundy how to tie a tie

Kip; 'Don’t call me that, you lost that privilege a long time ago.'

Reckless Nights; Yogurt finds a box of Fundy's old stuff from L'Manberg days

Wanna Know My Name?; Reader reveals their govt. name to Fundy [GN]

Astérix; Fundy visits Mumza’s temple after his stint of astral projecting to Australia

Better Wash my Mouth out with Soap; Reader panics after a bit of miscommunication with some online friends and Fundy comforts them [GN]

Caregiver Fundy Hcs [GN]

You Know Dutch?; Fundy compliments the reader in Dutch not realizing the Reader can understand him

Negative Rizz; Fundy teleports to QSMP and ends up crushing on Cellbit

Monikers; Fundy wants a nickname from Felps that isn't fox boy. Or Felps learns more about Fundy over a night of drinking.

Or my fist will put you out; Fundy not able to lull Yogurt to sleep, goes to his dad (Revivedbur) for help

You’re So Fucking Pretty; Fundy's meets reader at a house party and later is the one that got away [GN]

Meeting Mumza; SBI meets Mumza in her in-between realm

Meeting Mumza Pt. 2; Fundy meets Mumza after a near death experience as a kit

Where the Wild Things are

Only in the Photographs

Yee Yee Kidnaps the Yip Yip; Sapnap kidnaps Fundy for a family reunion

Cathartic; Fundy catches Dream cheating on him w/ George

Foxtrap; Fundy gets caught in reader's hunting trap and eventually decides to let him go [GN]

Shifter; Headcanons/stuff George has in his shifting to Hogwarts script

Go White Boy Go

As Sly as a Fox; Niki but as the female victor from district 5 in The Hunger Games

Carmen; An imagine based around the song Carmen by Lana Del Rey. Starts off w/ Niki being a famous singer and regular at a bar that Minx bartends for

Can I Please Have a Waffle?; Reader take SBI to Waffle House [GN]

Lollipop; Philza stops Reader from eating a lollipop stick [GN]

Play Date with the Babysitter; Phil is asked to babysit Tommy, Techno and Wilbur. Tommy ends up making a microwave cake in a mug, bickering ensues.

Time-Sick; Philza discovers Reader is also immortal after a drunken slip-up during a night of trivia pursuit [GN]

Braids; Philza braids a young Techno’s hair

Birds & the Bees; Reader receives the bird & the bees talk from Philza, Techno, & Schlatt (separately) [GN]

SBI Movie Night

Tiktoker! Punz

Red means I Love You; The bit from Suicide Squad (2021) where Harley spends the day with the president and then ends up killing him due to a red flag [GN]

Bad Hair Day; Sapnap helps trans! y/n detangle his hair after seeing how tangled it's gotten [Male]

Rodeo! Sapnap Headcanons [GN]

Rabbit’s Foot; Origins Tommy dies trying to kill Techno in attempts to claim a rabbit’s foot for an unknown contractor

Interview [GN]

You’re a Mean One Mr. Soot; The song from The Grinch but written as if it were about Wilbur

London Boy; Basically I love London Boy as a Wilbur song so here’s y/n singing it as a little dedication to him during karaoke night w/ friends. [GN]

If I was…; Reader convinces Wilbur to do the one If I was... TikTok trend [GN]

You Promised! [GN]

Oh, the Less I know the Better; Reader has a booth at the Green Festival and gives Vikk a tarot reading as to possibly warn him and Lazar about their upcoming deaths [Fem]

When The Grimm Reaper Knocks; Vikk & Lazar's deaths expanded upon

#fic library #masterlists #masterposts #dsmp fic masterlist #dsmp fic masterpost #dsmp #mcyt #dsmp ensemble

[dead-poets-fics]

hi, do you have any good knarlie/overton fic recommendations? <3

anon you have no idea!!!

good grief by heartofwinterfell

knox is STUPID AS FUCK for the first half of this btw. i love him for it. charlie is only a little stupid. but they're very cute, and so are neil and todd. there is also a sequel that i haven't read recently but i remember reading it at some point and really enjoying it.

take me home where i belong/i can't take it anymore by circlegame

this feels like it could be a whole cinematic masterpiece if someone put it on a screen. it's set 11 years after dps so they're all adults, charlie has a daughter, they haven't seen neil in over a decade, and it focuses on both charlie/knox and neil/todd with meeks/pitts being casually also in love on the side.

i would really love to find some more but this has already taken me a lot longer than it probably should've because i fell asleep in the middle of it (because my body hates me). i hope you enjoy these fics though!

#fanfiction #dead poets society #fic library #recommendations #recs #charlie/knox #charlie x knox #anderperry #neil/todd #neil x todd

[streetlights-was-taken]

venlumi week 2023 fics

everything is finally posted. here are all my fics for this year's venlumi ship week!!

for the day 1 prompts: mythology au / muse / music and poem. 2011 words.

orphei mors — his grief and music moved hell and earth, but only death can absolve him. he now looks back as much as he pleases. (or: venti and lumine as orpheus and eurydice, with a small twist.)

for the day 2 prompt: corruption au. 6570 words.

re:flect. re/fract. — how do you protect your memories from erosion? venti tilts his head to the side, observing his body in front of the mirror. there is one way. (or: the one where venti impersonates lumine to keep her memory alive when irminsul erases her from history).

for the day 4 prompts: modern au / "I love you more than you'll ever know". 8099 words.

cottonmouth lovers — two truths, one lie. venti cannot get drunk. venti falls in love again at the start of the new year. venti is incapable of being foolish and reckless for the one he loves. which one’s the lie? (or: it’s new year’s eve. in the midst of drinking games, fireworks, and scaramouche’s unfortunate plant crisis, venti reunites with a not-ex at the irodori book club house party.)

for the day 6 prompts: time loop au / "say you'll remember me". 8361 words.

the gardener who only collects seeds — lumine wakes up on the eastern shores of mondstadt 167 times. she can do better. she can save everyone. she just needs to be perfect. lumine memorizes the motions of teyvat like the back of her hand, until she can predict and prevent all the bad endings from happening. she just needs to wake up again and execute a perfect run. just one more time. this time, she’ll get it right.

time rewinds.

lumine wakes up on the eastern shores of mondstadt for the 168th time for the first time, lost and unable to recognize the world she’s trapped in. where is she? what… was she supposed to do here?

#fic library #genshin impact #venlumi #fic: orphei mors #fic: reflect/refract #fic: cottonmouth lovers #fic: the gardener who only collects seeds

[bi-the-way-132]

Fic Library

Hello and welcome to my fic library! All of the fics featured in this post are written by other amazing writers on this platform who deserve some love! All fics featured are x reader :)

*-smut ⭐-favorite

ACTORS

Timothee Chalamet

Fluff

my boy

Tom Holland

Uh-Oh

DUNE

Duke Leto Atreides

⭐ The Politic of Love*

When Night Comes

Paul Atreides

Photographs

His Oasis

GOOD OMENS

Crowley

The Fluffy Demon

HARRY POTTER/THE MARAUDERS

George Weasley

An Intimate Interchange*

Paging Dr. Weasley

Christmas

Nevile Longbottom

Hugs

Family Morning

Loving Every Inch*

Morning

Christmas

Remus Lupin

Rockstar

HEATHERS (1989)

Jason Dean

⭐ "I love you"

JURASSIC PARK

Alan Grant

Safe and Sound

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

All That's Left

⭐ Hide & Seek

Dr Stephen Strange

The Agent and Her Sorcerer

Family Bliss

"Mrs. Strange"

⭐ Unexpected

⭐ Us Time

Jake Lockley/Steven Grant/Marc Spector

sunday kind of love

Make Your Acquaintance

your smile, you're everything

Atonement*

How do you wake up Lady Gaga?

Breakfast*

Illusion

The More The Merrier* (Part 1)

Kate Bishop

Soup & cuddles

Loki

Little Divinities

Sunflower

Peter Parker

Second Chances

Rainbow Road

Bagels, Bruises, & Broken Thongs*

Waking Up

Don't Wanna Say Goodbye*

The Soul World Paradox

Sunday Kinda Love

The Pregnancy Test

Stolen Moments

Oops

Pietro Maximoff

A Relaxing Day Off

Stucky

Mornings w/ Steve + Bucky

⭐ Baby, it's Cold Outside

(birthday) surprises

⭐ Across From Unit 24 1/2

Love, Unscripted

Bad Days (daughter! reader)

Morning Wood*

⭐ Garden of Ink

Yelena Belova

I'll Protect You

STRANGER THINGS

001/Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/Vecna

Happy Birthday

Argyle

Basement Couch*

Argyle as your boyfriend - headcannons

Headcannons

sneaking out

Homesick

Billy Hargrove

⭐ Movie Night

⭐ Just The Two Of Us

Just To Ourselves

Eddie Munson

fan behavior*

Blurb by

Prized Possession

⭐ The Throne

Etherial

Anything For You, Sweetheart

⭐ The Little Black Cat

Gareth Emerson

Early Morning Radio

Teddy Bear

Jonathan Byers

Back To The Old House

Steve Harrington

⭐ Sleepy Steve

⭐h Halloween

THE INHERITANCE GAMES

Grayson Hawthorne

⭐ Love Rock

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

A Change To Everything

Sunday Morning

I'm Goin' For A Run

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Dancing With You

The Captains Daughter

He's All That

Here Comes The Bride

⭐ Amidst Field Trips and Books

WEST SIDE STORY

Riff

Oh Brother pt 2

QUEEN

IKEA Saviors

Brian May

Something In The Way He...

John Deacon

The Little Devil

#fic library #marvel #timothee chamalet #queen band #west side story #stucky #dune movie #jurassic park #heathers #top gun maverick #the inheritance games #the marauders #good omens

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

IMPORTANT UPDATE AND HAPPY NEW YEAR

2023 is nearly upon us and i am setting some goals (write more, care less, do what makes me happy, etc) not to join the bandwagon, but also taglists are tedious and i don't even use mine half the time cause i.....simply forget to lol i know my taglist isn't crazy long like some people, but it's hard to keep track of and doing this is just a weight off my shoulders.

SO if you would like to continue to get notified when i post new content (fic updates, drabbles/answered requests, gifs, edits) then please follow @anniesocsandlibrary and turn on notifications for the blog!

I will just be reblogging all my creative content onto there, and already my pinned post with all of my masterlists is on there! please check it out!

edit: shit, guess i should've tagged people in this huh? @oneirataxia-girl @arrthurpendragon @pasta88love @theforevermorereject @sqrlgrl22 @townley-29 @alittlelostalittlefound @fenderenderender @chaoticassidy @capswife @marrianena @luckyladycreator2 @fulla02 @fangirlofallthings22 @dempy @imagineyneyjr @blue-aconite @commxnderwolffe @darkestbeforethedawn16 @sopheeg @mizzy-pop @loveforaugust @hope-love-equality2 @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @onlyheretowastetime @supernaturaldawning @frenchtoastix @oneelleandaneye @agentminnesota187 @smoothdogsgirl @indynerdgirl @newlibrary

have a safe and happy new year everybody 🎉

#annie speaks #anniesocsandlibrary #fic library #no more taglists #important please look at it #and signal boost

[fruityfourlibrary]

we made our 100th post!

Come celebrate with us at fruityfourlibrary.wordpress.com - we're adding new fics every day!

#steddie #steddie fic rec #fruity four #fruity four fic rec #stranger things #stranger things fic rec #fic library #fanfiction #ao3

[elitesheepi]

He should have left earlier. He should have insisted to his friends that he had an early shift tomorrow morning or that he was too tired to stay any longer. But no, he didn’t, (curse his childhood instilled politeness) and now here Lee was: walking the streets alone as he walked back to his apartment in the middle of the night.

He hurried his pace as the dark clouds covered the distant moon and the world grew darker around him. The streetlights didn’t seem bright enough and the stores and restaurants sitting in pitch darkness only furthered his growing anxiety.

Now, Lee wasn't a child--he wasn't afraid of the dark. It was what lurked in the dark that caused even the most rugged of people to fear being out past sundown.

New LeeGaa fic is up on AO3, read it here °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

#leegaa #gaalee #rock lee #gaara #naruto fic #fic library #sheep writes #the writing for this was fun #editing was hell somehow #Christ that image came out redder than I thought #it seemed fine on my laptop #eye strain #sheep fic

[pisupsala]

Of All The Stars in The Sky | 1 | Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Summary | War looks different from high above in the sky. But when Bradley finds himself on the ground, far behind enemy lines, it becomes a race against the clock to get out. And try not to look back at what he’s leaving behind.

Pairing | Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!oc (no use of y/n)

Warnings | Mature content | 18+ only [WWII AU] swearing, war, violence, death, explicit smut

Words | 3.8k

Index | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17

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Note | There will be some darker, heavier themes in this story as it’s set in occupied territory during WWII, so please, keep that in mind before reading. It also takes some artistic liberties with some historical facts, so again, please: proceed at your own discretion.

Chapter 1 - A Land Possessed By Darkness

The rumble overhead wakes you up. As it rapidly closes in, it shakes the cabin on its wooden foundation. You press your hands over your ears as you curl up in your bed, hiding under the thick feather comforter and closing your eyes, praying that it’s not the sky falling down on you.

The sound becomes deafening—it’s like a freight train running through the bedroom. You’re not sure if the tremors moving through the wooden structure are coming from the sky or if your body is uncontrollably shaking. 

As rapidly as the sound comes, it moves away. It’s going east. You open your eyes just in time to see a short, intense flicker of flames, on what must be the mountain face across the valley. Whatever it was, it is gone. And you’re still here. You press your lips together, clenching your jaw, trying to steady your panicked breaths.

Terrified to move from your spot in bed, you watch the distant flames through the small bedroom window, the only light source in the pitch-black night. 

It’s a moonless night during mandatory blackout—prime time for Allied night raids. Nazi night fighters patrol the sky for Allied sorties of bombers and fighters that rain fire and devastation on factories and infrastructure in the Reich and the lands it occupies. Sometimes you hear the guns and screaming plane engines echo through the valley. Dog fights, they call it.

In the capital, you rarely hear the planes. The air raid sirens and anti-aircraft artillery fire drown everything out. Someone once told you that bombs whistle as they fall. A warning before impact. A warning before almost certain death. 

You’ve never heard it, and in your heart of hearts, you hope you never will.

But here out in the mountains, far to the north of the capital, Allied sorties run the gauntlet at low altitude through the valley to reach the weapon factories and mines nestled in the foothills.

It must have been a plane crashing. You idly wonder if it was Luftwaffe or Allied. 

Whichever it is, thank god it didn’t crash near you. The last thing you need is the police or gendarmes coming to poke around here. Let alone the Gestapo. 

All you need to do is sit tight for a few days until the others arrive, take the package, and go. You don’t need any trouble. You have enough of that already.

So you turn in your bed, wrapping the thick comforter around you tightly. It’s bitingly cold in the cabin, but you can’t light a fire for fear of attracting unwanted attention. 

Just a few more days.

Curling up, you fall back into a fitful sleep. It’s mere hours later when the break of dawn wakes you. As you sit up in the bed, something in the air feels different. Like things have suddenly shifted out of order. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

Something has changed.

And you don’t like it.

Quietly, you shrug your knee-length, thinning wool winter coat over your cotton nightgown. There is no sound in the cabin, not even the scurrying of mice. The cold from the floor rises through your lumpy knitted socks as you reach for the handgun on the nightstand. The metal is freezing cold against the palm of your hand. Undoing the safety, you tighten your grip on the gun.

Some might call you paranoid. Hell, if someone told you five years ago that one day you’d be creeping through a remote cabin in the dead of winter with a loaded handgun, you would have laughed at them and turned back to your books.

War changes people. 

You’ve seen an army goose step through your street, you’ve seen them force the universities to close, you’ve seen your unarmed classmates get shot in the back in broad daylight, your neighbors lifted out of their beds and spirited away in the dead of night by men in black uniforms, all the symbols of your homeland torn down and covered in blood-red Hakenkreuz flags. 

So yeah, maybe you’re paranoid. But if anything, you’ve learned to trust your gut. You’re still here. And if you’re about to die, you’re going down fighting. And you’ll take as many Nazis and traitors with you as you can, you think bravely, as you let out a shuddering breath.

Tiptoeing to the bedroom door, you nudge it open, peeking into the main room of the cabin. The windows are frosted over, refracting what little sunlight is coming in. 

It’s empty. As it should be.

But it doesn’t calm you. Cautiously you walk around the small room. The large wood stove is cold and unused, the heavy wooden chairs at the table stand exactly as you left them. 

Nothing out of the ordinary. But if anything, you are even more convinced now that something is wrong. Your heart is beating in your throat. Crouching down near the window next to the front door, you try to peer out. Fresh snow fell last night, and there is no trace of life.

Less than fifty paces from the cabin is a small barn that once housed chickens and a cow. Like the owners of the cabin, those are long gone. 

No. Going outside and leaving tracks in the snow is an awful idea. That’s how you get discovered.

You don’t need any trouble.

Moving closer to the window, you blow against the pane, wiping away the frost with your fingers. It’s a dreary day, the sun fighting to get over the heavy clouds rolling by. The wind is picking up, blowing flurries of snow past the cabin.

If you go now, your tracks will disappear within an hour, tops.

And surely nobody is stupid enough to come up the mountain in this weather?

Hurriedly, you pull your leather boots on, button up your coat, and wrap a thick scarf around your neck and shoulders. You leave the handgun on the table, opting for the bolt action rifle that is leaning against the wall next to the fireplace. If there’s an animal, Nazi or otherwise, prowling around outside, the handgun will do you little good.

Unbolting the front door, the cold wind hits you in the face immediately. You pull your scarf up a little bit higher, clicking the door closed behind you. Trudging through the snow, your feet sinking into the fresh layer with every step, your palms start to sweat despite the biting cold against them.

Maybe you should have barricaded yourself in the bedroom with what little provisions you have and wait. Wait in terror. Like a coward. But you are not a coward, you chide yourself.

The barn door is hanging crooked off its hinges. Hands tightening on the rifle, you crouch down to look through the crack at the bottom. It’s too dark to see in. Shit.

You try to remember what Emil told you. Always go in barrel first. Pushing the heavy barn door open with your shoulder, the wood scrapes against the stone floor obnoxiously. You hold the rifle at the ready, slowly turning to scan the inside, prepared to be attacked from the darkness.

It smells like hay and mold inside. The coops along the wall sit empty. Gingerly you step inside, trying to level your heavy breathing. Sweat is prickling down your neck, your stomach twisting painfully. Whatever is wrong, it’s here. Someone is here.

The only source of light is coming from the door opening behind you, the weak sunlight reflecting off the snow. It bathes the barn in an almost ghostly light. You falter before taking another step, hoping your eyes will adjust to the dimness. Swallowing heavily, you take a step. The sound of the heel of your boot against the stone floor is like a bullet ricocheting. 

You stop, turning on your heel slowly, taking in your surroundings, rifle fire-ready. 

Nothing.

Not even a whine from the wind outside.

The only sound in the barn is your rapid breathing. You need to calm down. Remember what Emil taught you: breathing like this, the barrel moving wildly with every rise and fall of your chest, you won’t hit a hog in the broadside from two paces. 

Steady. 

You take another step. 

Still nothing. 

Carefully, threading lightly, you make your way to the back of the barn. With every step, you can make out new shapes. Nothing out of the ordinary for an abandoned barn. A rusted trough that has buckled on one side, a horseshoe hanging from a nail, a pair of large leather boots, and a pile of old hay.

Blinking slowly, you turn back to the brown leather boots on the floor. 

There are legs in those leather boots sticking out from behind the big coop in the corner. 

Holding your breath, you approach. 

Shit. 

There is a whole man attached to those legs that are wearing those boots.

You yelp, almost falling backward as your boots, slippery from the snow stuck to them, slip on the floor in your frenzy. Your back hits the wall with a thud, and you scramble to take aim. 

You hold your breath for so long you think your lungs might burst.

The man doesn’t stir.

Lowering the rifle just a fraction, you try to take a better look, adrenaline screaming through your veins.

The man’s face is bloody, covered in cuts. He’s wearing a thick dark brown leather jacket and matching gloves. His back is leaning against the wall, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, head lolled to the side at an awkward angle.

He has dark messy curls and a neatly kept mustache, while his hands are rest on his legs like he just sat down to admire the scenery. But the shine of his boots and the light khaki of his pants scream military. However, you’ve never seen a uniform like this before—the thick leather jacket and helmet and goggles discarded at his side make you think he’s probably a pilot, but there is no visible flag or insignia. 

Was he in that crash last night?

Is he… dead?

At this moment, you have a hard time comprehending what could be worse: a uniformed stranger suddenly showing up at your remote cabin, or a fucking corpse in military gear suddenly materializing in your abandoned barn.

Either way, it’s a huge problem.

Like a “you will be executed for treason” kind of problem. If not having a dead Nazi on your hands, then for harboring a fugitive.

You curse under your breath, leaning back again the wall, almost wishing you could vanish through it. What the fuck are you supposed to do now? 

Think. 

Every problem has a solution you just haven’t found yet.

Okay. You need to check if he’s dead or alive. But how?

Slowly tiptoeing closer, rifle aimed at the stranger’s chest, you try your hardest to discern if he’s breathing. In the dim light and through the thick jacket, you cannot see any movement.

You hold your breath again as you try to nudge the jacket open with the end of the barrel, but the zipper is too sturdy. Exhaling quietly, you let go of the rifle with one hand as you crouch down.  

Biting your lip, you reach out. You feel as if might as well be extending your hand into a lion’s den. Swallowing another breath, your fingers brush against the ice-cold metal of the zipper. You lean a little bit more forward, grasping it lightly between your fingertips. You tug lightly, but it won’t budge. 

Nervousness is setting in now. You are suddenly all too aware of the passing of time, and the longer you sit here, the more dangerous it gets. What will you even do when you find out the stranger is dead? The ground is frozen solid, so burying is out of the question. What will you do if he’s alive? Kill him? That brings you back to problem A.

Still crouched down, you awkwardly shuffle forward again, your boots scraping against the stone. Precariously balancing your weight on your toes, you extend your palm up. You try not to think about that if you can reach the stranger, he can reach you too.

Your hand hovers mere centimeters from his mouth now. You sit frozen in place, other hand clenching the rifle so tightly, it’s turning your knuckles white. For an unnaturally long time, you sit in surreal silence, unmoving.

Until you feel it: the smallest brush of warm breath ghosting over your clammy palm.

You let out a small sigh, neither in relief nor dejection, because you have no idea how to feel about this. The stranger is alive.  

Your feet are starting to hurt, the harsh knitted pattern of your socks pressing tightly against the pad of your toes. Quietly trying to shuffle backwards again, pins and needles surge through the arch of your left foot the moment you take your weight off it. Swaying lightly forward, you press your foot back down forcefully despite the pain, to stop your momentum.

If you can reach him, he can reach you.

Get. Out.

Moving a little bit too quickly in your rising panic, a little bit too uncoordinated in your sudden rush, in a fleeting moment, your fingers brush against the stranger’s cheek. His skin is warm. A day-old stubble tickles against the tops of your digits.

Retracting your hand like you’ve been burned, your heart is beating so loudly it makes your breath shake. Terrified, you look up, only to see a pair of brown eyes looking back at you.

A high-pitched, strangled sound escapes you as you nearly fall on your ass in the mad scramble to get back. You don’t think you’ve ever moved so quickly in your life back to a safe distance, ignoring the screaming pain in your foot as blood rushes back to it, getting into firing position. 

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, an eerie calm besets you. 

Focus.

The stranger seems dazed, blinking rapidly as he tries to get his bearings. Finally, his eyes land on you. You grip the rifle a little tighter and adjust your aim. It takes him a good ten seconds to process what is happening, before he lets out a surprised yell, eyes wide, struggling to get up on his feet, back flush against the wall.

You keep yourself from flinching, merely jerking the barrel up shortly.

The stranger raises his hands in surrender, eyes dancing around the room cautiously before resting on you.

Bradley has vague memories at best of how he ended up on a freezing floor in a barn, face stinging from fresh wounds and rifle aimed at his head.

The night hunter he had been pursuing gave him the turn-around, hailing incendiary bullets down on his aircraft from the pitch black darkness. Ejecting was the only possible escape. The howling westerly wind carried his parachute in disorientating patterns on the moonless night. 

After that, he remembers only bits and pieces. A thick pine forest. Deep snow. Biting cold. Pain. Blood.

It was pure luck he found shelter. He didn’t even want to consider the irony of finding a coop in whichever middle of nowhere he landed.

Unfortunately, it’s not as abandoned as he hoped.

There’s nothing in his vicinity that could be of any help. If he tries to reach of his side arm—does even still have that? — you are bound to outgun him. His vision is going in and out of focus, head pounding. No, the odds are definitely against him right now.

Blinking a few more times, he focuses on your face. You have an air of youthfulness around you—from the slight blush on the apples of your cheeks, to the wisps of hair freely flying around your face. It’s all in stark contrast to the hardened look in your eye.

“Luftwaffe?” Your tone is clipped, mouth set in a hard line. Bradley swallows. He has no idea where he is. Flying between the borderlands, there is two out of three chance he’s not in Germany. However, from your cold tone and demeanor, he can’t tell if being Luftwaffe would be a bad thing or not. It’s not like he speaks German, so he can’t exactly talk himself out of this predicament.

“No, American.” He utters carefully, aware that those might be his last words on this godforsaken earth. Your eyebrows rise, but you don’t shoot him. Good. His luck might actually be turning a little bit. He waits for another reaction from you. 

But you’re staring at him with narrowed eyes, rifle not moving an inch. Bradley weighs his options. Maybe you don’t speak English. 

It hasn’t escaped his notice you haven’t called for help, either. Are you alone here? You must be. A scrap of a girl like you surely wouldn’t hold a man like him at gun point by yourself if you had back up. However, you still have not shot him either. 

“I’m lieutenant -,” He stops himself. He shouldn’t tell you his whole name, just on the off chance you are going to hand him over to authorities. Because even on the off chance that he didn’t crash in Germany itself, the surrounding countries are under Nazi occupation. There are few friends to be had in these regions.

“Rooster.” He points at himself with one hand, keeping the other up, conjuring a charming smile on his face to the best of his ability while staring down the barrel of a loaded rifle. 

“What a stupid name.” You bite out incredulously, unable to help yourself. 

Is he concussed, or actually American? 

Or is he a Nazi pretending to be American to throw you off? What kind of name is Rooster?

You take a step forward, pointing the rifle at the man’s chest. You cannot afford to miss if he’s lying.

Bradley would laugh if you weren’t holding him at gunpoint. But you speak English. That’s a point to his advantage. His grin grows a bit.

“Good, so you speak English?” He nods at you.

“I’m not stupid.”

Bradley takes another moment to study you. Clearly, you know your way around a rifle. Your stance is steady. Confident event. But the minute tremor in your hand, ever so lightly shaking the barrel, gives you away. If it wasn’t mere inches from his face, Bradley probably wouldn’t have noticed, but it’s your tell. 

You’ve never shot a man. 

Your clipped tone, careful pronunciation, and the little crease between your eyebrows as you stare him down are suddenly more endearing than intimidating. Sure, you still have a loaded rifle in your hands aimed at his chest, but Bradley likes his odds more by the second.

Slowly, he starts lowering his arms, keeping his eyes trained on you for any movement. His chest and shoulders are killing him.

“What are you doing?” You bite out angrily. What the fuck? Does he have a death wish? You shift on your feet.

Bradley shrugs, not stopping his motion. 

“Don’t do anything rash now, doll face.” He starts, voice warm and friendly, easy smile on his face. There’s a whiff of arrogance around him. “I’m just getting a cigarette.”

God, Bradley does certainly hope you don’t suddenly panic and squeeze the trigger. He needs to get you to put that rifle down.

“What did you just call me?” Your voice is harsh. Bradley just holds up his hand in apology before dipping inside his jacket, not taking his eyes off you. Your nostrils flare, whether from anger or panic, Bradley doesn’t know. But he probably needs to dial it back a little bit.

He pulls out a somewhat crushed pack of Lucky Strike’s out. He shows them to you, smiling. Your expression remains unchanged. 

Pulling off the thick leather glove from his right hand, Bradley flexes his fingers before also pulling off the silk under glove too. With a firm tap against the bottom of the carton, he pulls the cigarette sticking out with his lips. He taps it again, before extending his arm to you.

“Do you want one, doll face?” He grins. “They’re real American.”

“Don’t call me that.” Your eyes narrow, quickly flashing toward the cigarettes before settling back on the stranger that calls himself lieutenant Rooster. Ridiculous. 

You don’t know how, but the situation is slipping away from you. Short of shooting the man, you have no idea how to regain the upper hand. How is it that you’re the one with the rifle, and he’s running circles around you? Are you that transparent?

“So what do I call you then?” Bradley fishes out a box of matches. “I just want to talk.” He adds lightly, like he’s just sat down at your table at a café rather than having a one-sided standoff. 

You hesitate for a moment too long. His eyes flash up to yours. You’re starting to feel cornered.  

“Anna.” 

“Your English is very good, Anna.” He says not unkindly, as he lights the cigarette with practiced ease. “Where did you learn that?”

“What are you doing here?” You cut him off, not liking how there is panic creeping into your voice. You readjust your stance. Calm. 

“Well, Anna, I don’t actually know where here is.” Bradley exhales deeply, a billow of smoke filling the air between you. You don’t like how he keeps repeating your name, it’s raising the hairs on the back of your neck. It’s such a small thing, but it’s unsettling. 

You’ve heard that’s what they do in interrogations. To build trust. To make you weak. 

Your mouth twists.

“Are you really American?” You ask rather than answering his question. You’re not going to let him interrogate you.

“As apple pie.” He replies easily, demeanor relaxed.

“Air force?”

“Navy.” 

“You are a long way away from the sea, lieutenant Rooster.” You retort sarcastically. Nothing about what he says makes sense. It’s so strange that it’s either a bizarre truth, the worst lie ever told, or he’s trying to purposefully to lead you astray. Or he’s completely lost the plot. “Are you concussed?”

“Probably.” He shrugs, cigarette precariously hanging from his lips. “So are you going to let me in on how far away from the sea I am, Anna?” 

You falter a little bit under his sharp gaze. “You’re in Bohemia.” 

“Fuck.” Bradley shuts his eyes in defeat, leaning his head back against the cold wall.

You don’t begrudge him for his reaction. The Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia is possibly the worst place for an Allied pilot to get stranded besides Germany itself. Being completely annexed into the Reich means everyone is a subject of the Nazi regime in Berlin.

It also means this situation is about as dangerous for you, if not more. Being considered a citizen of the Reich—very much against your will—means that you will be tried for treason in Berlin if you get caught aiding and abetting an enemy combatant.

Treason trials against resistance members from Bohemia and Moravia end in one way: execution. Only for you if you’re lucky. Your whole family can be summarily shot in extra-judicial retaliation. 

Entire family trees have been wiped out like that in the past four years.

“I think I’ll have that cigarette now.” You admit wearily, the reality of the situation setting down on you.

***

Note | Yep, this is the start of the story that kept me up half the night earlier this week. Let's hope it's going to be as good as it was in my head, haha! Also, because it bears repeating: this is not a history lesson, it's a love story. Enjoy it for what it is~

My tag list is open~ If you're already on my tag list, and this is just totally not your jam, send me a message and I'll ofc take you off it for this story.

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[resignedbiology]

Sometimes, you don’t really realise when you’re experiencing something you’ll remember forever – sometimes, you know right away.

The Sheep and The Owl – a hiorin fluff fic (aka if blue lock had a beach episode, but only for hiori and rin bc they deserve it)

🪐- blue lock drabble, fic, and imagine requests currently open! just pop into my inbox here, or on twitter with the same handle @resignedbiology

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[unhonest-iago]

Chuckle Sandwich Fic Masterlist

Blind Bitch Hrs [GN]

Chuckle Sandwich as academia

Incorrect History; Crystals

Fracking…more like sharting [GN]

First Impressions Matter [GN]

Can I have this Dance?; Slimecicle asks y/n to teach him how to dance [GN]

Love Languages [GN]

Everywhere I Go

Because I Care About You; Me infodumping about FOB via x reader fanfiction [GN]

Bouquet; How the Chuckle Sammie boys react to y/n gifting them flowers [GN]

Declare Yourself the Best Writer; Charlie reassures y/n when they doubt their writing abilities [GN]

Soda Pop; Y/n asks Ted to open their soda after struggling [GN]

Alphabet Improv; Victorious AU

Poems; Types of poems Charlie writes y/n [GN]

Working 9 to 5; Ted & Y/n are coworkers. Y/n helps Ted when it comes to slang while Ted helps y/n translate their frustrations into professional lingo. [GN]

Russian Roulette; Jschlatt & Reader play Russian roulette [GN]

Would it be Okay…? [GN]

Stutter; Y/n & Ted talk about Diego Hargreeves’ stutter [GN]

Horns; Bull hybrid Ted in attempts to escape y/n's yandere affections, ends up getting his horns removed [GN]

2 girls 1 cup (sfw); y/n, oblivious, asks Schlatt about a certain nsfw video after hearing about it through the grapevine [GN]

Jambo; Jambo wants to cuddle w/ Reader more than Schlatt [Fem]

Milk and Cookies; sleepy/soft schlatt x reader [Fem]

Knives Out; Reader shows Schlatt their knife collection [GN]

I’m Still Breathing; Ted x Reader + breath play [Fem]

Couple Costumes [Fem]

Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me; Reader's an Enderdragon hybrid [GN]

My Hero; BNHA au

In a Bind?; The boys find out y/n wore his binder for too long [Male]

Under-dressed Alcoholic

No Shave November; The boys coax y/n into participating in no shave November [Male]

Sm0L; Ted discovers y/n is an age dreamer/regressor when they slip for the first time [Male]

Father Figure; how Chuckle Sammie reacts to finding out y/n sees them as a father/parental figure [GN]

Pained Oblivion; Slimecicle being oblivious to avian hybrid! y/n courting him [GN]

Band; What band instrument I think they'd all play

Out on the Town; Ted takes y/n out on the town, just headcanons revolving around that and 'em being tourists [GN]

Risky Business; Schlatt and Reader recreate the dancing scene from Risky Business [GN]

Little Chef; Ted & regressed reader decide what to do for the day [GN]

Passenger Prince; The chuckle sammie bois as your passenger prince [GN]

Slimecicle x Reader: Getting a Tattoo [GN]

Feverish [GN]

Jschlatt Headcannons

Bed Bugs; Regressed reader falls asleep during car ride w/ Ted [GN]

Rainy Mondays; Charlie & Reader spend a rainy day together [GN]

#fic library #masterlists #masterposts #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich fic masterlist #chuckle sandwich fic masterpost

[dead-poets-fics]

hey!! i was wondering if you had any fics where one or several of the poets (like charlie, meeks, pitts, or knox) watched todd and neil get together or helped matchmake in some way:)

hey! i definitely do! i just spent the past hour or so digging through the anderperry tag on ao3 for this ask and another one and i found some choices for you!

The Pursuit of Two Left Feet

Matchmaker, Matchmaker

Matchmaker, Matchmaker (yes, a different one with the same name lol, i thought i had a duplicate for a second there lmaooo)

Love Through the Megaphone

good grief

You Flower, You Feast

A Romantic Intervention

Inside (We are stars)

One of Your French Girls

With a note saying 'i love you'. (I meant it)

falling (literally)

The Essays

The Sun is Still In the Sky and Shining Above You

Secret Santa Switcheroo

and two shameless self-promos that fit your prompt:

i don't know but i think i may be fallin' for you

The Truth Comes Out

thanks for the ask and i hope you enjoy these!!! <3

-mod emma

#fic library #recommendations #asked and answered

[streetlights-was-taken]

kintsugi

— a scaraether fic, but with abyss prince aether

The Inazuman tradition of lacquerware goes back past the first Electro shogun’s reign. Aether did not learn the art, but Makoto once taught him the basics of repair. There is a technique where broken ceramic is put together again with resin laced with gold, immortalizing their imperfections.

The abyss prince stumbles upon a lost shugenja in need of repair.

AO3 link →

#my writing #fic: kintsugi #fic library #genshin impact #scaraether

[hazelmaines]

Hazel's fic list as of 7/2/23

Rings of Power:

The Chain (WIP / M / Canonverse Haladriel AU / Immortal idiots in love. All aboard the Sauron redemption raft. Part 2, Negotiation, is a scene from an alternate ending.)

Just What I Needed (WIP / E / Modern Haladriel AU / Adventures in breaking the rules and falling in love at Bible camp.)

When the World Was So Young (4.8k Complete / M / Canonverse Haladriel AU / A timeline-bending canonverse AU featuring young Artanis and Mairon in Valinor, good stepdad Celeborn and half-Maia Celebrían.)

Whatever It Is (7.2k Complete / E / Modern Haladriel AU / Galadriel is almost 29 when she starts sleeping with her fiance's roommate.)

In One Lifetime (Series - Part 1 Closer; Part 2 The Queen's Lady / E / Canonverse Haladriel/Aronwyn AU / How does polyamory work in Middle Earth? Our four protagonists attempt to figure that out.)

Harry Potter:

Mostly written over 10 years ago as interrobanging on livejournal.

Alchemy (13.6k Complete / E / Post-HBP Drarry AU. Ch. 1-4 is the plot. Ch. 5-6 are the E-rated outtakes. / He wonders sometimes if this is what the twins feel. Each one walking around with half of himself contained in another body.)

Cracks in the Ceiling (2k Complete / T / Post-DH/EWE Drarry AU / There are cracks in more than just the bedroom ceiling, Draco realizes, wondering when he let down his guard and how he didn't even notice it slipping away.)

To Autumn (10.2k Complete / T / Marauders 7th Year. Remus & Sirius falling in love and definitely a little confused about it. Fluff & angst. Part of the Signal Fire-Verse.)

Things Hoped For (4.8k Possibly Complete / T / Vignettes from James Potter & Lily Evans' relationship starting in 7th year. Fluff & angst. Part of the Signal Fire-Verse.)

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