i read this amazing fic

Flyboys by Gefionne

England, 1941 - Armitage Hux, pilot in the Royal Air Force, has finally gotten command of his own squadron. But instead of a group of well-trained British pilots, he gets twelve inexperienced American volunteers. Among them is Ben Solo, a talented young fighter pilot who would be the best in the squadron if it wasn’t for his temper. As they take to the skies, Hux and Ben find themselves forming an illicit, but powerful bond against the backdrop of a world at war.

I absolutely adore this fic @gefionne worked so hard to get it accurate to the times and the pilots lives, this little WW2 plane nerd is in heaven. So I had to do a small pic for it. This was so hard to get right, but I hope to do more art for it in the future.

So, as you can see from what I said in the photo, I spent multiple hours[6] today reading fanfiction (if I’m to be completely honest they were usually either smutty or pregnancy fics with Bucky x reader) instead of studying for a test I have tomorrow 😂👍🏼 I’ve accepted my fate.
I’d like to thank a handful of the amazing writers of fics I read today, I thoroughly enjoyed them.


“For so long he had not had a home. For so long he had just been lost, a nomad moving from purpose to purpose. And then she found him and she became it. She became the reason to fight, the reason to return every night, the reason to smile on the worst of days, the reason to become human again. She became his reason. She became his home.
Broken Nails and Vacant Alleys by supersillyanddorky06


We had to turn on a space heater in my office and that made me think of “White Out’, so here’s some post-ice wall cuddling… TGIF!

There’s a low murmur coming from the kitchen, the quiet but firm voice of Mary Margaret helping to soothe Elsa’s guilt over all that has occurred and her fears of a sister possibly lost forever. Emma knows that this is where she should be stepping up as Savior, but she’s cold and tired and honestly – completely unwilling to pull back from the comfort of Killian’s arms. That damn ice wall might still be up on the edge of town, but the one she’s been keeping up between her and Killian is currently nowhere to be found.

He shuffles slightly and she feels a gentle tug as a few strands of her hair get snagged by the short scruff of his beard. It’s in that moment that she realizes just how tangled up they are and her fatigue-clouded brain begins to try to make sense of how that could be. With her alone in the chair, he must be poised on his knee on the hardwood floor and has been since they all got back to the loft. There’s no way his knee isn’t killing him, but he hasn’t complained and has only jostled her twice, both times moving his body even closer. The thought of the obvious pain he must be in just to hold her has her leaning her head further into his coat to hide the blush creeping over her cheeks.

She’s given him the opening to show her the depth of the affection he feels for her without fear of her rebuff and the strength of it is warming her faster than the pile of blankets draped over her lap. She should let him get up; even if she knows in her heart he doesn’t want to leave her side. What’s even clearer is how much she doesn’t want him to go. She almost died tonight. He could die tomorrow. It’s just the course her life has been set upon and there’s still a needling part of her that wants to push him away before it’s too late. It’s selfish, indulgent, and potentially harmful to them both, but she just wants him here, close, in this fragile bubble of warmth and unguarded need.


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Coup de Foudre, by angelwarm 

Harry moves to the front door accompanied by insistent lightning flashes. He acknowledges it could also be a murderer on the other side and that he will likely be dead in five minutes.

It should stop him. It doesn’t.

Harry decides not to waste another second and calls through to the other side, “Just a second.” He turns the key in the latch and opens it and—everything around him drops away in one long cloud coming into another cloud.

Harry/Louis | 15k | Smut (kind of share that)

“They stand looking at each other.

Harry feels the boy’s hands on his skin which makes little sense since the boy hasn’t touched him and isn’t looking at him either. Sometimes eyes can be heavy like hands.

Humidity has gathered in the room and makes their skin dewey. Harry expects a thunder clap to send their bodies falling together. This could be another mythology where the world floods just from them touching each other.

He tries to get his thoughts together and be level-headed but the air smells like pennies and the sight of the boy across from him has only persisted in curling hot around his gut.”

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anonymous asked:

fav evak fanfics?

ahhh I love reading fics :’)

skam fics are usually pretty short so i read like 50 a day but i managed to pick a few of my all time favorites!!! 

my favorite wip right now is:

and here are some awesome short series/scenes

and here are a few of my favorite finished fics :)


My dearest friend Gio @alifetimeaheadtoprovethat who is the most caring and dear friend in the world and indulges in my madness made this thing for me cause I wanted something to praise @misocrickette for her wonderful fic Shutter Release, part of a series I hope to keep reading about. 

After John is invalided home from the war, he decides to change his career. While working as a forensic photographer, he meets Sherlock Holmes- The world’s only consulting detective.

Seriously, go read this perfect jewel of a fic and also LOOK AT WHAT MY FRIEND DID 

Pick up (Part 3)

Summary: Bucky let go of the three words he’s always wanted to tell you. But he doesn’t quite accept it.

A/N: So this is the final part, finally I did it. Sorry for the delay, I may or may not have spilled coffee on my laptop. I’m really proud of this, I hope you all like it ! 

Warnings: Angst, language.

Words: 1210

Part 1, Part 2

Originally posted by kingsebastian

You released the door handle and turned to look at Bucky, not noticing your hands shaking or the way your legs had gone numb, your mind still focused on his last sentence: “I love you”.

Your ears were ringing, your mouth was dry. You couldn’t find your words.

“Please Y/N, say something.” He pleaded.

You blinked a few times and swallowed thickly, begging your voice to come back.

“Say that again.” You croaked out.

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been binge-reading 2nd year captain fics lately and stumbled across these two precious gems, please love this author, their writing is amazing

(whoops i accidentally deleted this ask straight after i posted it so HERE WE GO AGAIN)

do you mean can i relive @pika-ace messing with my emotions for 12 beautiful beautiful chapters just to draw a picture???


(psst the last chapter made me cry dont tell anyone)

Romione Fics in 2016
In alphabetical order… a list of Romione Fics published/updated in 2016 (mostly from Tumblr authors I’m aware of but if you’re an author let me know!) @aloemilk - No Hyphens Needed - Love Me...

I will keep updating the previous post, but incase you get a non-updated reblog across your dash, this list is a stationary page that should always be the most up to date (and much easier to bookmark and come back to.)

Somewhere in My Dreams

Author: @somethingmorecreative1

Cover photo: grimreapercy 


This was made for Rachel as a mock book cover for her fic that she wrote for  the @pjohoobigbang . I’m honored to have gotten to work with Rachel to create this for one of many amazing fics she has written. Huge thanks to @falloutside and @percyyoulittleshit for putting this whole thing together and allowing me to be apart of it. You guys did wonderful, and thank you for all the date extensions. So without further ado, I give you the cover photo for Somewhere in My Dreams, hope you guys like it. 

your favorite ghost by augustbird

“My hair,” Bucky says, running his fingers through his now mid-length hair. “Will you cut it like you remember it?”

Steve touches the scissors. “I’ve never cut hair–we could go to a hairdresser tomorrow morning–”

“Please,” Bucky says.



“It’s over, Élise, it’s over,” Arno said, squeezing her hand. Élise stared at Germain’s corpse for several long moments, before she let go of Arno’s hand and walked towards the body, her boots clopping against the stone floor. She stopped, staring down at the man that destroyed her family, her life, her Order.

A gift for my beloved friend @soliloquy-of-nemo ( @fuckyeahacfanfiction) She’s an amazing writer (I really admire you, girl)

Read her fic: United We Stand, it’s pretty amazing!!  


That’s my Angel. Don’t usually like people knowing about her.