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Okay, I wrote it. I might make it multi-chapter if folks want more.

Winter in New York – Winter in New York City is always cold, but at least Steve has Bucky to keep him warm.

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Bucky wiped the blood from Steve’s lip. His friend had shown up on his doorstep, battered and shivering. His coat was gone. The one he’d worked at the grocery until he nearly collapsed to save enough money to buy. ”Stay here tonight, Steve.”

Steve grumbled, but he always said yes. Not like he had much to go home to, not with both his parents gone. He pulled away from Bucky and curled up on the couch. Bucky got up and grabbed a blanket, putting it over him. “It’s gonna get cold tonight.”

“It’s New York City in January, of course it’s going to get cold.” Bucky never asked about the fights, never questioned when he showed up on his doorstep. He didn’t ask about the coat. If Steve was ever asked why Bucky was his best friend, it was all of this and more.

Smiling and squeezing his shoulder, Bucky turned off the light. “See you in the morning.”

Sometime later, Steve woke up shivering. He tried to keep quiet, but a cough escaped.Bucky appeared outlined in the doorway a few moments later. “Steve?”

“F…fine,” he stuttered, trying to curl into a smaller ball.

“Hey, you know that’s no good for your asthma. Come on.” Bucky went to him and helped him sit up. Steve knew he could carry him if he had to; he’d done it before. The fact remained that he let Steve make it to the bedroom under his own power.

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Uh, I wrote a foursome. Tags include: ×that’s a lot of penis ×You know this was probably Jack’s idea ×But John is into it ×This wasn’t part of the mission

Blue Eyes and Long Coats – Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are having a foursome.

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This run to Cardiff for Mycroft was supposed to simple. Just gathering some things and hand carrying them back to London. What had actually happened was meeting Jack Harkness which had led to a few drinks with him and Ianto Jones and now the four of them were in Sherlock and John’s hotel room and Jack was thoroughly snogging Sherlock.

John looked at Ianto. “I’m not actually gay,” he said.

Ianto shrugged. “Neither am I. Just him.”

Sherlock moaned as Jack’s fingers unbuttoned his shirt.

“I know exactly what you mean,” said John, shaking his head and moving closer to the pair.

“Blue eyes and long coats,” muttered Ianto.

Jack raised his head and smiled. “Just going to watch?”

John regarded the Captain for a moment. Sherlock looked up at John and gave an encouraging look, running a hand down Jack’s thigh and squeezing his growing erection. Jack moaned and closed his eyes. Making up his mind, John quickly covered the space between and cupped Jack’s face, kissing him deeply. Jack held his hips, kissing him back expertly until John pulled away and came up for air. Sherlock was staring at him with awe and lust.

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This started fluffy, but it didn’t end up that way:

Can we Keep Him? – When Greg brings Mycroft a stray kitten, he reluctantly agrees to keep him, but punishes Greg for it in the bedroom.

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Greg let himself into Mycroft’s place, closing the door against the rain. Mycroft came out of the study in his housecoat. “I was concerned you wouldn’t make it with the weather.”

“Of course I did.” He leaned in to kiss him and his coat mewed.

Mycroft leaned back and cocked an eyebrow. “Gregory.”

“It was hiding under your rosebush.” He pulled a black kitten from under his coat. It turned big green eyes on Mycroft.

“Take him to your flat then.” Mycroft crossed his arms.

“No pets allowed.” Greg put the kitten on his arm. It climbed to his shoulder and gave another mew.

Mycroft retrieved the small animal and turned it over. “Boy kitten.” He attacked his fingers.

“How about Oscar?” Greg smiled as he watched the two.

Mycroft sighed and walked into the kitchen, putting it on the floor. It immediately pounced on his slippers. “I suppose he would be good for mice.”

“I’m sure.” Greg watched as Mycroft got a saucer of milk and pulled out his phone to no doubt ask Athena to bring supplies. When he finished, Mycroft turned back to him.

“You’re dripping on my floor.”

Greg peeled off his coat and stepped into the hall to hang it up. Mycroft silently moved behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m going to pay for bringing you a kitten, aren’t I?”

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A sweet and smutty mystrade for your evening:

Hand in Hand – Greg and Mycroft take a long walk in the country.

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Greg started out the day by teasing Mycroft. His lover lounged in bed, watching as he got dressed. Leaning in, Greg kissed him. “Come on, you promised you’d show me the grounds today.”

Mycroft squeezed his hips. “Are you certain you don’t want to stay in bed?”

“I’ll make breakfast.” Greg purposely leaned over to tie his shoes, presenting his arse to Mycroft.

There was a sigh and the rustle of sheets. Mycroft gave his rear a kiss and moved to get dressed himself.

Breakfast was a light affair. Mycroft packed a simple lunch and tucked the basket under his arm. He still wore trousers and a button up shirt, but at least the suits had been left in London, for the most part. Greg was dressed in jeans and a gray shirt Mycroft had bought him a few weeks earlier.

They passed the housekeeper on the way out, Mycroft picking up his umbrella despite the beautiful weather and high clouds. Greg took the basket from him as they left the manicured lawn behind and entered a small wood, taking Mycroft’s hand when they were hidden by the trees.

Mycroft gave him a warm, grateful smile. Greg smiled back and stole another kiss, running his tongue along Mycroft’s lips before pulling away.

They followed an old path. It had once been paved but was now littered with broken stones. They kept their comfortable silence, breathing in the fresh air of early summer, literally and figuratively miles from the bustle of their London lives. Birds sang from the trees on occasion and a rabbit darted across their path, but no signs of human life intruded.

Most of the morning passed without a word. Stolen kisses peppered their walk; occasionally one pushing the other up against a tree and a more heated snog, but Greg would break it after a minute to urge them back onto the path

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What story of yours should I start with? Or what pairing do you think you write the best?

My all time favorite thing is probably Night Hymns. It was also very early in my writing and I know I’m a better writer now, but it’s still a solid piece.

Otherwise, I don’t know that I do one pairing better then another. Johnlock is obviously my most popular thing, but I think some of the Jack/Castiel is beautiful, such as Ghosts That We Knew and also Mystrade like Who Picks up the PIeces

Really I write a little bit of everything, so I would say pick a pairing or a kink that  you like and start from there. I always try to tag thoroughly so that should give you some idea of what to expect. Maybe my followers can reblog with their suggestions as well, if they’d like