13 Oct 2017
26 chapters of explicit porn-with-plot featuring Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Each chapter will focus on a different kink, with one chapter for every letter of the alphabet.
A - Abstinence
B - Bondage
C - Creampie
D - Deepthroating
E - Exhibitionism
F - Fingering
G - Gags
H - Harder
I - Ice
J - Jizz
K - Kneel
L - Love
M - Multiple orgasms
N - Nipple play
O - Orgasm denial
P - Panties
Q - Quickly
R - Rimming
S - Spanking
T - Threesome
U - Under the table
V - Vibrations
W - Wanking
X - XXX
Y - Yes
Z - Zucchini
Or: the one where JARVIS goes rogue and kidnaps the Avengers until they can sort their mental health out, and Steve and Bucky fuck a lot and fall in love.
08 Jul 2017
Fearless: A Black Widow origin story.
How did Natasha Romanoff go from being an ordinary child, to one of the deadliest assassins in modern history, to one of Earth's mightiest heroes?
Starting when Natasha was three years old and going right up to the present day, this fic explores Natasha's life as a Red Room Academy student, KGB agent, SHIELD agent and finally, an Avenger.
Angst, fluff, tears (of the happy and sad variety), a largely canon-compliant plot, and a happy ending.
Links to accompanying art at the beginning of every chapter.
In Natasha's first memory, she was three years old.
She woke up, lying on her back, a strange series of images and sounds flashing through her mind: a flash of brown, the clatter of hooves on tarmac, screeching tyres and a sudden, tremendous crunching noise.
Her eyes snapped open and she sat up in the hospital bed.
She was sat in the middle of a busy hospital ward, her parents nowhere to be seen.
03 Sep 2016
“The thought of joining HYDRA made him feel sick. He would never join such an organisation. Never.
But then Bucky Barnes – his best friend, his everything – fell from the train, and everything changed.”
A HYDRA!Cap fic.
Whose side is he really on?
31 Aug 2016
After Bucky falls from the train to his assumed death, a grief-stricken Steve writes a poem in honour of his best friend.
04 Jun 2016
“It was as if the grief, the loss, was counted in the number of years unlived – and Bucky, Bucky had only been 27 goddamn years old.
He closed his eyes and conjured up Bucky’s face in his mind. He could see him clearly, every line and every freckle, the exact shade of blue of his eyes, the way his hair would sit, the surprising softness of it and the way it smelled.
It was perfect, but it was an illusion. He knew that if he opened his eyes he would only see his room, dark and empty and too large for one person. So he kept his eyes shut, focusing on Bucky until it hurt to think, before he finally passed out with exhaustion.”
After Bucky Barnes falls from the train to his assumed death, Steve Rogers has to come to terms with a world without him in it.