sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
Spent today following the cricket (oh, god, we are going to get slaughtered tomorrow), chatting with people over email, and making icons. Because apparently my brain needed a break. So here, for your enjoyment, a bunch of Avenger ships. BECAUSE REASONS. Admittedly mostly inspired by [ profile] foxxcub's College 'Verse. Uh. And Bucky MF Barnes' face. They're not particularly swanky, but hey, they kept me busy! :D

The usual rules apply: snag whatever you like, please don't hotlink, etc, etc. The bases I've used aren't mine; I snagged them off some marvellous person ages ago and by now I've completely blanked on whose they are. If you recognise them, let me know and I'll credit you! <3

Shiny things this-a-way! )
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
So I was trawling through teh internets looking for inspiration to spam [ profile] foxxcub with, because she's feeling under the weather, poor lamb, and she's writing a Clint/Phil offshoot to her College AU fic AND I NEED THAT YESTERDAY, and what should I stumble upon but THIS??

I laughed so hard my mother wanted to know what the hell was so funny, and baby Nicky tried to clamber all over me to see.


What Did We Learn From The Avengers Q&A? *Cough* Spidey? *Cough*

sirona_fics: (superboyfrields)
Title: Thunderbolt City
Pairing: Steve/Tony, Rhodey/Bucky, past Bucky/Tony
Rating: PG-13 for swearing. So much swearing.
Word count: ~6,400
Warning: Angst (resolved), humour, romance, TONY FEELS, non-concensual outing of a gay person (past), AU, DID I MENTION THE TONY FEELS.
Summary: It's competely unfair that the one time the whole thunder-from-the-sky thing happens to Tony, it has to be for someone completely out of his league, who takes one look at him and decides he wants none of it, thanks.
Notes: Entirely based on the gif below. Completely [ profile] sometimesalways's fault for posting it and saying "If you wrote me fic based on this gif I'd love you forever", and [ profile] foxxcub for asking me the next morning to entertain her while she was finishing the edits on her GLORIOUS COLLEGE AU FIC, upon which this happened in more or less half a day. Many thanks also to both of them for cheering me on, and to the latter for the exceedingly helpful and exceptionally diverting beta job. <3 Cookies for everyone who knows where the title comes from -- and before you ask, yes, I am a ginormous sap, okay. Also don't die of shock if there's a sequel to this.

I never expected 'the thunderbolt'. )
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
This is my own haul from Day Nine -- a glorious, beautiful picture of Raven from this story! ashfjkldghdfjkgh I CANNOT CONTAIN MY GLEE AND HEARTSEYES. It is PERFECTION.

Now to pay it forward.

Day 9

In your own space, create a fanwork. A drabble, a ficlet, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. A picspam. Something. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

So a while back, there was that meme going around, where you pick a character and I tell you three pieces of my personal head canon. And when [ profile] futureperfect did it, I asked for Phil Coulson (for, well, REASONS. >.>;;) This is part of what she said:

2. If Coulson had any kind of spare time (which he doesn't, but if he did) he's probably have a hobby that involves being nowhere near juiced up super heroes and very very very very very much by himself. Like fishing. Or cross-stitch. Or scale models.

(4. He's a stress smoker. He's trying to give up. It's not easy because his life = stress.)

Upon which I pounced immediately, because, I MEAN. *___________*

To cut a long story short, she's been having a rough couple of days, and in her Day Seven of the meme, she asked for some fanfic. I... guess this might not be what you had in mind, darling, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! <3 BECAUSE, WELL, PLOT BUNNIES. >.>;;

Title: Babysitting is a calling, not a 9 to 5
Characters/Pairings: Phil Coulson, ensemble Avengers, Clint/Phil (implied)
Rating: PG-13 for language/themes
Length: ~1,500
Summary: In which Phil takes a well-deserved vacation to a far-away, peaceful retreat, and he's fine, damn it.

He has books, he has his cross-stitch project to keep himself occupied, and there are no phones or computers or wi-fi anywhere in the vicinity. See? He's going to be just fine. )
sirona_fics: (tony stark is a cool bastard)
I have literally woken up about an hour and a half ago. Back on antibiotics, and my body hates me. Regular sleeping schedule, I miss you so... :(((

Yesterday I got really fucking aggravated by a comment I read in the journal of one of my flisters, with regards to the recent LJ changes. Feel free to skip, it's just me blowing off steam, I suspect. )

Anyway. Onto more better things. I am about to spam you with links to fun things! :D Like I spammed [ profile] zolac_no_miko last night at 3am... WHAT CAN I SAY, WHEN I DON'T SLEEP, I DON'T SLEEP LIKE A BOSS. I hadn't been on my favourite site (because yes, I am a geek, and guess what -- so are these people, proudly so, and they do everything they can to spread the joy! HOW NOT TO LOVE THEM FOR IT) for far too long, and last night when I was posting JEREMY RENNER AND GEMMA ARTERTON IN LEATHER, I went to take a look. AND OH MY GODDDDD ALLLLL THE SHINY!! *________* And because I love you all, I thought I'd share! AREN'T YOU HAPPY YOU'RE ON MY FLIST? :D :D

Let's start with something I know a lot of you are well excited about: The Hobbit Trailer Breakdown and The Batman Trailer Breakdown. These all go into awesome details, sort of paring out clues from what we're being shown, and they make for some pretty fab reading! :)

Then there are these Movie Recipes, including Francis Ford Coppola's spaghetti sauce from The Godfather that I'm making for my dad, because he's such a huge fan, Julia Child's Boeuf Bourginon, and a recipe for beignets that I am itching to try out.

Then there is Robert Downey Jr: A Viewer's Guide that is all kinds of shiny, and I need to re-watch half the films on it. And with that, we move into Avengers territory! IS ANYONE SURPRISED, I ASK YOU. Okay, this feature BLEW. MY. MIND. Because you're talking to a seriously die-hard Whedon fan, HE IS MY ABSOLUTE HERO, and look, this is why I love Empire so much. Because they get me. Us. They get their fans. They know we're all geeks and nerds to a certain degree, and they know about Joss Whedon, they get what he is. And so they have given us this: How do The Avengers fit into the Whedonverse?, which is THE BEST THING EVER, and drew from me all kinds of embarrassing squeaky noises of delight (not a huge surprise, as it's written by Helen O'Hara, whom I adore -- she is this incredibly awesome film journalist who also has a Law degree and appears to have the same taste in movies and TV shows as me, and just, she is my internet girlfriend. *_______*). WAIT TILL YOU GET TO THOR. In fact, they are all awesomesauce in one way or another. <3<3<3

And last, to cap off this edition of The Shiny, have some eye candy. I am sad that there is no Phil BAMF Coulson, or Pepper shots, but oh well, I'll take what I can get.

But for me, the real winner of the piece is Helen's (yep, her again <3 Just one more reason I am helplessly infatuated with her) poll that goes with the banners, which I shall recreate here for the benefit of humanity (the Fury thing made me snort tea, trufax. As did the Thor thing :D):

[Poll #1805098]

And now to finish my [ profile] secret_mutant story and the last read-over of cop!Erik AU. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M GETTING SO CLOSE TO POSTING IT. It hardly seems real. :')
sirona_fics: (clint/phil smiles)
Title: A little bit of your taste (in my mouth)
Authors: [ profile] delicatale and [ profile] sirona_gs
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes (implied), Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers (one-sided)
Rating: NC-17

Warnings, Summary and Notes in Part One.

Part Two )
sirona_fics: (clint/phil smiles)
Title: A little bit of your taste (in my mouth)
Authors: [ profile] delicatale and [ profile] sirona_gs
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes (implied), Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers (one-sided)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~21,000
Warnings: AU (including Clint's background), pining, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, elements of h/c, otherwise nothing that isn't implied by the rating.
Summary: Coffee Shop AU. In which Clint owns the coffee shop that makes the best damn coffee Phil has ever tasted, and things only go downhill from there.
Notes: Co-written with [ profile] delicatale, who said to me, Clint/Phil Coffee Shop AU, and much like Phil, I fell helplessly for her charms. Endless thanks to [ profile] laria_gwyn, who has been an absolute trooper and helped an enormous amount to polish this. ♥ Thanks also must go to all other Coffee Shop AUs out there, which I'm sure we've borrowed from without even realising. :) And to everyone who was so fantastically enthusiastic about this story, and made apt suggestions that we have shamelessly taken advantage of! <3

If Phil has one addiction, it’s caffeine, and the coffee in the NSA offices is so terribly rank he has no choice but to nose around to find a viable source of espresso on a regular basis. )
sirona_fics: (Default)
Look. I want you to know that I would have resisted. I would have. I could have done it, damn it. I even managed to resist the Bucky table, although it cost me something, I don't mind telling you.

But then [ profile] kellifer_fic claimed the Cliche table from [ profile] avengers_tables, and I got a good look at it.

And basically, that's all she wrote, folks. Like I said to her, I've never met a cliche I didn't like/couldn't subvert until I liked it. So, really, this was a foregone conclusion.


pretending to be a couple woke up married magical transformation inebriated confessions "It was a dark and stormy night..."
forced bonding coitus interruptus "...and they lived happily ever after." woke up on the wrong side of the bed undercover operation
shopping for curtains "you had me at hello" huddling for warmth amnesia soulmates
kids or babies fulfilling a prophesy/destiny just in the nick of time telepathy mistaken identity
not really dead phobias in the future... time travel relying on the enemy

DAMN YOU, [ profile] shinysylver AND [ profile] somehowunbroken, YOU HORRIBLE ENABLERS, YOU.
sirona_fics: (clint/phil smiles)
Title: A Matter of Proportions
Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~8,400
Warnings: suit!porn, pining, a wee bit of angst, otherwise nothing that isn't implied by the rating.
Summary: Clint somehow finds himself fascinated by Phil Coulson's sartorial choices. He refuses to admit that he's kind of maybe been thinking about it a little too much.
Notes: I don't even understand how I have let a pairing eat my brain like this again. First forray into it, here's hoping I got it mostly right. Inspired by this, this and this still from Thor. Clint's field suit based on this Avengers filming shot. Phil's field suit based on this Avengers poster. Endless thanks to [ profile] laria_gwyn, who tackled this with boundless enthusiasm and made it so much better. <3

Nice shirt, Agent Coulson )
sirona_fics: (bucky mf barnes)
LOOK, CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A MINUTE. OR TWO. OR A FEW, I'M DOWN WITH THAT, THAT IS A-OKAY WITH ME. [ profile] somehowunbroken, THANKS I BLAME YOU. (Could be considered NWS depending on your job -- it contains partial nudity of the bare chest variety. And his eyes. His 'fuck me' eyes, THEY NEED A WARNING, TOO.)


WHAT. I MEAN. WHAT. WHAT. HOW IS THIS REAL LIFE, I SWEAR. I keep thinking of Bucky coming back (look, just imagine his arm all metal-y), and after the whole reunion thing, and a few months of fighting with the Avengers, and fuck, he just wants to have a beer and crash, pal, what do you want from him? And so he does, and then Steve walks in and, and sees that.

sirona_fics: (cap hunky army smiling cap)


1. Don't be a dick.
2. Ask before you friend.
3. Seriously, don't be a dick.
4. Have allll the fun!! \0/

Copy and paste the code below in a comment to this entry.

Compiled with the fantastic help of [ profile] shinysylver and [ profile] delicatale. Seriously, all the awesomeness is theirs; I just put it together and coded it.


ETA: I would like to state for the record that THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS LATECOMERS. This thing has no closing date. Totally feel free to fill it in and message people and everything! \0/ This here is a permanently open squee zone. Making new friends and finding people to squee with CAN NEVER BE A BAD THING. ♥
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
I have somehow found myself with 8,400-odd words of a Clint/Phil fic (cleverly titled Phil's shirts are coul, which, I SERIOUSLY CANNOT EVEN /0\). And now I'm freaking the fuck out. Because this is a brand new paring for me, and okay, I've watched and re-watched the source material, but it always takes time to find the character voices that work for us, right? So yes, this is me panicking that it's rubbish/not making any sense/too much of one thing and not enough of another/completely and utterly OOC. And let's be honest, I've read precisely three Clint/Phil fics, all of which have struck a hell of a chord and I fucking love with all my heart, none of which have utilised the characterisation I'm aiming for (to this extent). This means that a) it it going to be a monumental failure, or b) it's going to be all right, exactly because it's different. But since I tend to find my feet with a pairing by reading ALLLL THE FIC EVER, I am understandably, like I said, freaking the fuck out.

Seriously, [ profile] laria_gwyn is a saint for agreeing to look this over for me, after all the flailing we've been doing about Clint/Phil recently. I am just hoping it isn't entirely unsalvageable -- because in one way or another, this is at least a facet of how I see the characters. The question remains whether anyone else will see them like me (mostly being the BAMFest of BAMFs, and stupidly infatuated with each other, and alllll the pining (this is where I'm really working myself up), and Clint obsessing over Phil's snappy shirts-and-ties -- totally trufax, guys, check this out:

Nice shirt, Agent Coulson )

Y'all know my obsession with suit!porn, y/y?)

So yeah. Taking a leap is fucking scary. Here's hoping I fly instead of crashing. >.>;;

Oh god, one a.m. again, why. /0\ I fail at being an adult so much.
sirona_fics: (canton <3)
Okay okay so, uh. I have had this thought and now I CANNOT UNSEE IT.



Because fuck, it makes SO MUCH SENSE that he would be. And Canton is damned if he's naming his son Canton, all right, Phil is a perfectly good name, and it's the kid's actual name anyway, and besides, David likes it (sorry, [ profile] pocky_slash, I have completely stolen your head canon because it's my head canon now too). And they find this kid quite by chance, one night when fall is slipping into winter and the weather turns vicious, hiding behind a dumpster near their building. They coax him out, and take him in, warm him and feed him and make him take a hot shower and drink a cup of hot cocoa and put him to bed on their sofa, and spend the night watching anxiously from the kitchenette as the kid sleeps. He's hardly said two words to them, but they managed to find out his name is Phil. He won't tell them what happened to his parents, or anything else for that matter. And then very early in the morning, just before dawn, David goes to bed at last, exhausted from his twelve-hour shift and another five hours of fretting about this kid and what to do about him, because they can't just let him live on the streets. And Canton follows, but he can't quite fall asleep, head all screwed up with thoughts of his father and his mother and their complete and utter lack of interest in him; that for all their money, Canton grew up alone and alienated, that the FBI gave him a chance to belong, a family he hadn't looked for, until they tried to tell him whom he could and could not love; and that would be just fine, except; except he meets David, and even after one date he knows that all bets are off.

So he's still awake when there's a near-silent shuffle in the living room, but Canton is an agent, a damn good one at that, and there's no pulling the wool over his eyes when it comes to his job. He gets up quietly, walks to the doorway to the living room to find Phil struggling back into his filthy clothes that David had set aside to be thrown out, and the kid won't look around him, stares hard at the floor, like he could avoid thinking about what he's doing if he just focuses hard enough, but Canton knows that look, he damn well invented it, and he knows too well what's going on through this kid's head, thoughts of 'too good' and 'they'd just throw me out anyway, best to make myself scarce', and 'worthless' and just.

Canton can't let him go.

So he goes inside, and Phil starts, small and scrawny and underfed and with this hopelessness and stubborn determination etched too deep already into his too-young features, and. And there's a talk, and Canton somehow manages to convince him to stay, and petitions to adopt him, and he and David raise him AND OH GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP ME BEFORE THIS TURNS INTO 10K OF ~FEEEEELINGS AND PHIL MF COULSON, BAMF EXTRAORDINAIRE, GROWING UP WITH THE BAMFEST BAMF THAT IS CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III.
sirona_fics: (cap hunky army smiling cap)
I have never fallen into a fandom like this before, where I ship PRACTICALLY EVERYONE WITH EVERYONE. NEVER. I am an OTP girl at heart. Yet here's this bloody sodding fandom that has completely scrambled my brains.

I ship Steve/Tony. I ship Steve/Bucky. I ship Steve/Bucky/Tony, and Tony/Steve/Pepper, and Darcy/EVERYONE, and Son Of Coul/EVERYONE EVER INCLUDING FURY, and Clint/Natasha, and Natasha/Pepper, and Clint/Son Of Coul (which I can sense turning into an obsession REALLY DAMN FAST, and while we're on the topic, can I direct your attention to this story, which, FUCK YES), and Darcy/Clint, and Jane/Thor, and Steve/Peggy and Steve/Peggy/Bucky, and Steve/Peggy/Howard, and Steve/Peggy/Howard/Bucky, and Steve/Tony/Pepper/Bucky, and Darcy/Bucky, and Bucky/Rhodey. I ship Tony/JARVIS. I ship Tony/JARVIS/Steve, and Tony/JARVIS/Pepper. I ship Clint/Bruce. I ship Darcy/Son Of Coul SFM.


Incidentally I have a very fucking angsty Steve/Tony plot bunny trying to chew its way out. It's at least partly [ profile] law_of_tarts' fault, but mostly it's the fault of my ridiculous brain.

sirona_fics: (cap coffee)
Good god. Notes for X-Pride II now at 2.5K, and the rest of the thing has been more-or-less plotted out, taking into account ALLLLL THE SCENES that kept popping into my head and I jotted down as and when I thought of them. Anticipated word length remaining (over the 25K already written): ~40K, probably on the wrong side thereof. OH GOD. I have come to suspect that this is why I steer clear of writing established relationship fics -- because the word count goes INSANE when I do. :/ Nevertheless, I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I'VE HAD THIS MUCH FUN WRITING A FIC SOLO. I mean, writing collabs with [ profile] delicatale is always superfun, but I guess I'd kind of forgotten a little what it was like to have AN EPIC MF STORY to tell by yourself. All the twisty turny bits and pieces, all the asides, the fluff, the angst, the angsty fluff, the domestic fluff, JESUS. ♥

I plan to take a bit of a trip out of town for the next few days, go to Sofia and then on to gran's, catch up with my cousin, maybe [ profile] stardust_made if she has the time (do you, love?), since I'm off work for the rest of the week, yay!! I anticipate A FUCKLOAD OF WRITING getting done. \0/ \0/ \0/

In other news, I was listening to The Mountain Goats' Sometime I still feel the bruise, which is a part of the X-Pride II soundtrack (yes, there is one. I don't think I've stopped listening to it for four days straight, ever since I compiled it), and I was staring into space (as you do), waiting for the words to come, and I actually listened to the lyrics.


Because, right, you have Steve sort of maybe a bit hopelessly in love with Tony, who he thinks couldn't care less about him; and maybe Tony's a dick to him, because, you know how he can get, and Steve is all stoically miserable but won't ever let anyone see this. And anyway, you know how Clint is listening to all kinds of music, and this is maybe the most maudlin song on his iPod, but it sort of reminds him of This One Girl Phil MF Coulson, BAMF extraordinaire and so far above him as to be completely untouchable, and when Clint's in a mopey mood one day he puts his iPod on speaker in the common room with that song tucked in amongst the more ARGH FUCK OFF-type music, BECAUSE HE'S ALLOWED TO FEEL MOPEY EVERY NOW AND AGAIN, DAMN IT, and Steve hears it, and.

And it aches, okay, it aches just like the bruise this guy is singing about, and maybe there's Tony, strutting in with something-or-other, maybe coffee or food or one of his more insane new inventions, and Steve has to maybe leave the room for a moment, because that song is on, and it's the I'm under no illusion/As to what I meant to you/But you left an impression/Sometimes I still feel the bruise lyrics coming on RIGHT FUCKING THEN, the universe obviously hates Steve, and. He's been doing pretty well, all things considered, with the knowledge fresh that both Peggy and Bucky are gonegonegone, and maybe he just needs a moment, okay, a moment to pull himself together.

Only Tony's a dick, right, he won't leave well enough alone, what the fucking hell, and he follows, all "what crawled up your ass and died, Rogers", and, well.

IDK how it ends (well, OBVIOUSLY it has a happy ending, somehow, hello, have you met me); PERHAPS SOMEONE COULD TELL ME. Go on, I feel the need for a bit of Steve/Tony fluff to distract me from all the Charles-and-Erik, as much as I love them. TELL ME A STORY, YOU GUYS. <3

In conclusion, ALLLLL THE BOYS IN LOVE EVER. I've... maybe had a bit too much coffee. Er. Sorry about this. >.>;;
sirona_fics: (cap's chest)

via [ profile] foxxcub

WHAT. WHAT EVEN. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION WITH THIS OUT THERE IN THE WORLD. THOSE SHOULDERS. THAT ARSE. THOSE ARMS. THAT... EVERYTHING. I know not all of you are fans, but. JUST LOOK AT HIM. LOOK. [ profile] delicatale, this should be right up your street.
sirona_fics: (cap drawing)
I... actually have no idea what this is, or how it happened. One minute I was watching Iron Man 2, after watching Captain America the other day, and the next I had... this.

Which is basically 3,700 words of how Howard Stark went from Captain America's Howard Stark to the one Tony grew up with. And a possible explanation for Tony's Mom not taking more of an interest in her son. And Tony coping with the parents he's been saddled with. With bonus appearances from Peggy Carter, Dummy and, eventually, Steve himself.

Anyway. Seriously, I do not even know anymore. Contains Howard/Steve (one-sided), Howard/Maria, hints of Steve/Peggy and Tony/Steve. And defies rational explanation for its existence. But it's something I've been thinking about for a while, and it wanted out. I should point out that all knowledge I have of the characters was gained from watching the films.

Warning for parenting failure (The Starks), angst, and the fact that understanding why something happens doesn't mean that you can fix it. I like to think that it ends on a positive note, though.

Understanding something doesn't mean you can change it (except where you can) )
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