“Okay, okay. Then you should’ve asked me to wait for you. Called me, sent me a postcard, anything. Just—I’d have waited, Buck, I swear. For as long as you needed.” “As I recall, patience isn’t one of your strong suits,” said Bucky fondly. “But yeah. Maybe.” “Can we—can we stick together from now on, Buck? I mean—I know I have to leave Wakanda next week, I know you have to stay and we’re still fugitives, but—it hasn’t worked out so great, us being apart. So can we…” can we be steveandbucky again, he wanted to say, but found that his courage didn’t extend so far, because what if Bucky said no— Bucky didn’t say no. Bucky smiled, wide and deep enough that it reached his eyes, but Christ, still so sad. “Hasn’t always been up to us, has it?” he said, terribly gentle. “I want that though. To, you know—” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” really lovely story of Steve and Bucky finally realizing their feelings for each other while Bucky recovers in Wakanda.
After almost stealing from a goddess's home, John instead ends up staying there as her mortal companion, but he doesn't know which goddess she is, because she refuses to tell him. A Cupid and Psyche AU. Oh heart.
“The Jabari,” Nakia tries again, voice now hoarse with exasperation as well as grief, “are our best—our only—hope.” But the Queen Mother only looks ahead without faltering. “No,” she says, and there can be no argument with that. When Ramonda refuses to go to the Jabari for refuge, Nakia takes matters into her own hands. Excellent.
Jack and Bitty get snowed in during a roadie and there's only one room left at the hotel and it only has one bed! I am a sucker for this trope and this is an adorable version of it.
An AU where Ozai arranges a political marriage between Zuko and Katara in order to further his plans for world domination, but things don't quite go according to plan. I enjoyed this a lot.
Achilles’s shield tells no tale of glory at all. Here is what is on the shield of Achilles: the land, the sea. The sowing and the harvest. The meeting-place where the lawgivers debate. The dancing-place where the youths link arms. The city and the country, the procession and the sacrifice, the sons and the fathers, the faithful friends. The gods give Achilles all of human life to bear on his arm. That almost-more-than-human arm. He shoulders the shield and the fate of humanity together. Afterwards people tell Achilles’s story with the rest of the hero-songs, but he’s not a hero, do you understand? Hephaestus knew it. In the end, he’s not a hero, not a demigod, not a thing apart. He’s one of us. Lovely retelling of Achilles' story.
"You should bring your pie friend," Thirdy suggests. "Find your own pie friend," Jack fires back. Adorable AU where Eric makes pies for people in the neighborhood and Jack is in need of a pie.