01 Sep 2018
There is something ugly festering in the corner of Albus's heart-garden. It takes a talking cat, an abundance of toast, a little bit of bravery and Scorpius turning up on his doorstep to figure out exactly why it won't stop growing.
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28 Nov 2019
The boy had come in earlier than usual that morning, and he was wearing those elegant plum robes again, and he had a small ink smudge on his cheek, and he was too beautiful, and Albus was too gay, and there was no way he could just go up to him and talk.
“Albus,” Rose said in a singsong voice, startling him out of his thoughts. “You’re staring again.”
“No, I’m not,” he said quickly, straightening up and tugging at the sleeves of his robes. Rose just raised her eyebrows in disbelief, so he rolled his eyes at her. “Don’t you have a job you should be doing?”
“Don’t you?” she shot back immediately. “Because I don’t think your job entails staring at custo—”
“The WonderWitch section’s running out of Flirting Fancies. Bye.”
“Maybe you should try one, that way you’d pluck up the courage to talk to Blondie instead of staring and sighing dreamily while you should be working,” Rose countered sweetly.
(In which Albus hates his job at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes with a passion, but the French boy who visits the shop every day and keeps smiling at him might make him change his mind.)
- Part 3 of Shipmas 2018
Humanity is recovering from an intergalactic war. No longer in the military, hero Captain Steve Rogers seeks to rebuild his life by working on a small space freighter.
“So,” Bucky says over the sudden pounding of Steve’s heart. He’s shaking slightly, can feel the quiver in his fingertips, adrenaline, nerves, and maybe-
“So,” Steve replies, and his voice is steadier than he expected. It seems to be what Bucky’s waiting for, because he lifts a hand, pauses.
As if Steve would say no. He nods, sharp, eyes on Bucky’s face.
Bucky’s finger’s brush his chest, and it’s like a live wire, sparking outwards, jolting. His grip tightens, and he realises his hands have ended up on Bucky’s hips, without conscious effort. Bucky, his soulmate.
“You,” Bucky says as if he hadn’t believed it, wonder in his eyes, a glint of something more. It takes Steve a moment to place it, and when he does it sends a shiver up his spine. Anticipation.
Steve's volunteering when he meets his soulmate, and the cheetahs Bucky's responsible for make pretty good matchmakers, too.
- Part 1 of Wild At Heart
Steve squawked as a hand wrapped loosely around his wrist. He braked, wings banking so hard he almost somersaulted over himself, and surged up and away from the ocean, spinning to find himself staring at—
A triton was laughing up at him, sharp teeth gleaming in the sunlight. Steve had seen tritons before. He knew what lurked under the water. The power and violence wrapped in muscle and skin.
The triton's grin turned knowing, like he could see what Steve was thinking. "Hey there, Feathers. You want to go for a swim?"