Phil was woken up by sunlight streaming through his open blinds. He cursed his forgetfulness until he noticed the warm weight at his back and he remembered why he forgot to close the blinds. It was so much like his early morning fantasies, but then he heard another mumble coming from the far side of the bed and felt a solid kick to his left ankle. He knew this couldn't be a fantasy because never in his wildest dreams would be have imagined that Clint mumbled in his sleep, hogged the covers and had elbowed him at least three times. It was one of the worst night's sleep he'd had in years and it was absolutely perfect.
- Part 2 of Christmas Plans
Phil Coulson had been hosting his annual Christmas Eve party for all the Shield strays for years. But this year was special. Because he had a plan, well, part of of a plan. About 12% of a plan. This year it would end with Clint Barton in his bed. Maybe.
- Part 1 of Christmas Plans
AU. Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor's phone. He returns it--and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.
(Just about everything that happens at the Sochi GPF happens here, so if something that happens there might bother you, check the tags?)
Now with bonus epilogue!
“Aaaaaah.” Yuuri winced. “I look so…”
Victor winked at him. “Cute!”
Before Yuuri could protest, Victor dropped the photo into Instagram and started typing a caption.
My champion! I thought I lost my phone this morning, but look who returned it? Our very own…
Yuuri watched as Victor’s agile thumbs (so agile, and no, he was not going to think about what else Victor could do with them) stopped moving. That fan-struck part of him that had been screaming mentally in the back of his mind came to a slow halt.
Victor didn’t know his name.
AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy.
Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.
Basically this is an excuse for total fluff.
And porn.And shit-talking with bonus smut. (Edited for accuracy.) Happy birthday, Victor.
Yuuri stared at the man. He looked at their entwined hands—he hadn’t wanted to pull away—and their thighs, pressed together despite there being plenty of room in the backseat of the cab. That scent of Victor’s cologne—just a dab, lightly applied somewhere on his neck—swirled around him. This was too real to be a dream, too physical for him to have imagined it.
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri said slowly. “But…have we talked before?”
Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport--right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.
(Or, the time loop au. Loosely based on Groundhog Day.)
Beta'd for me, as always, by circ_bamboo, who as usual isn't even in this fandom but still loves me enough to read my writing anyway.
After the events of season 3b, the group in Beacon Hills graduate high school and move on with their lives… everyone except Stiles and Derek. Beset by their demons, they decide they need to get away for a while to clear their heads. Cue the road trip. (companion piece to “Occam’s Razor” but can be read alone)
- Part 2 of Occam's Razor
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6 Apr 2017
"I don't mess with the fae," Otabek says.
"I'm not asking you to mess with them," JJ flat-out lies.
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8 Mar 2017