Signifier's Fic Masterlist
A list of all the fandoms I've written for - incase u stumbled here and might be interested - with the fics and their summaries listed below.
challengers
masters of the air
our flag means death
buzzfeed unsolved/watcher
star wars: the acolyte
marvel's eternals
marvel's deadpool
arcane
marvel's thunderbolts*
critical role
heated rivalry
challengers
the art of consumption - patrick x art (NSFW)
The one where Art reveals he's never had a blowjob before, and Patrick jumps at the chance to change that.
There’s silence. A period of mourning for what the night could have been. And then, Patrick says simply, “I’d do it.” Art frowns, not following, and turns his head to look at him. Patrick looks back, the picture of innocence, and slowly shifts his gaze from Art’s face to his hips and back again. Oh. Art chokes on air, splutters out a disbelieving laugh. “You’d suck my dick?” He asks, incredulous. Patrick shrugs. “Already had your tongue down my throat, how different could your dick be?”
masters of the air
make you feel alive - bucky x buck
The one where Bucky is temporarily MIA, and Gale loses his mind.
Through the smoke, and the noise, and the grief, there’s Bucky. There’s blood all down the right side of his face, but his eyes are bright, and when he sees Gale his smile is even brighter. There are so many things he wants to say, so many things he wants to do, but there’s a crowd, and Gale doesn’t think he can find the right words anyway. Not here, not now. What he settles on is eloquent, and he hopes it portrays all of the feeling he puts behind it: “What took you so long?” Bucky’s grin widens. He shrugs his shoulders up to his ears and gestures back towards the poor excuse of a plane. “We took a detour,” he says simply.
summer rain - bucky x buck
The one where Bucky doesn’t cope very well with being a prisoner of war, and Gale is there to keep him grounded.
“Don’t you ever, ever, do something that stupid again.” John thinks if he concentrates he can feel the sharp of Gale’s nails through his jacket. “Our time’s gonna come.” When still, Bucky says nothing, Gale loosens his grip and places his hands softly on either side of John’s head. He places a delicate kiss on his cheek, his forehead, the bridge of his nose. “You gotta stay with me,” he says, pleading. I can feel this, Bucky thinks. Let this be the only thing I feel.
obsessions, and other things - bucky x buck
The one where the war ends, and the aftermath comes with both its good, and its bad.
“They’d have to catch us first,” Gale counters. “They’d catch you.” “Ain’t no bikes around for you to cheat with, Bucky.” Bucky turns to look at him then, a wide grin slowly slinks its way onto his face. He comes close, leans down, and places a long kiss on Gale’s mouth. When he pulls back he says, “I don’t need a bike,” and then he takes off running. It takes a moment for Buck’s brain to catch up, still in the moment ten seconds ago, and then he’s tearing out of the alleyway after him.
wild things - bucky x buck western au (NSFW)
The one where stablehand Gale finds outlaw John “Bucky” Egan bleeding out in his stables.
He takes the final step, lifts the lantern to flood the empty station with light, and sees a man laying on his stable floor. He’s brunette, sweating, breathing unsteadily. There’s blood wiped messily on his forehead, down his neck. Half laying, half sitting up against the stack of haybales Buck keeps at the bottom of this station, he’s got one bloody hand pressed to his right thigh, which is caked with crimson. His other hand rests wearily on the Colt that’s tucked into the waistband of his pants. Gale’s heart jumps, he wishes suddenly that he really did have a rifle, but when the man sees that Buck’s unarmed he raises the hand slowly, in a shaky surrender. - “You got a name?” Buck asks, in an attempt to distract. The stranger swallows and takes a deep breath. “Bucky.” Buck almost pauses in his work. He scoffs and shakes his head. “I’ll be damned.” “Why’s that?” “People call me Buck.” Bucky huffs out a pained laugh, which quickly devolves into a groan. When he’s finished, he says, “Goddamn fate.”
washed clean - bucky x buck
The one where Gale obsesses over cleanliness in the Stalag camp and Bucky does his best to understand.
John watched him work for a while, watched the way the dirt fell off his boot, satisfying-like, onto the steps below. Slender fingers worked the brush back and forth, a constant rhythm. Bucky would have quite liked to shut his eyes and listened to the sound, felt the way Gale’s body shifted with each stroke. He could pretend they were somewhere else – the porch of their own house, a summer day, their dog running around the front yard. He’d tip his head onto Gale’s shoulder, and the blonde would put his arm around him, and nothing would ever haunt them again. Not the war, not the memories, not themselves.
a magic touch - bucky x buck fantasy au
The one where Witch Hunter Gale Cleven is tasked with pursuing John Egan, a dangerous Sorcerer.
The cobblestone floor was melded around his left ankle, pinning him to the ground. He reaches back, tries to peel the stone away with his fingernails, but it’s like trying to pry up the Earth itself; a futile waste of time. Footsteps approach. Gale slowly, slowly, looks up. Above him, Egan is panting. He’s sweating, curly hair starting to stick to his forehead, and there’s an infuriating, amused smile on his pretty face. Gale looks up into that enchantress grin and hates him immensely. “Stuck, are we?” The witch quips lightly, and Gale grinds his teeth. He braces his hands against his thigh, begins to push himself up to standing, but as he gets half-way an unseen power forces him back to his knees. “Let me go,” Gale says through clenched teeth, all the calm of a sandstorm. Egan preens. “Say please.” I am going to tear you apart, Gale thinks. He says: “coward.” It does nothing to wipe the smile from Egan’s face. He crouches down, balances on the balls of his feet in front of him, and tips his head, regarding. “I find you witch hunters much more agreeable on your knees.”
seven miles out of freedom town - bucky x buck western au (NSFW)
The one where Deputy John Egan doesn’t come home for a few days, and Gale sets out to find him.
It had been four years since Gale Cleven had found one “Bucky” Egan almost bleeding to death in his stables, and life had been far better for it. The town of Lemmon welcomed their new Deputy sincerely, a pleasant change to the lawman who had come before him, and Bucky had responded to their acceptance with pleasing smiles and endearing quips. Even brothers, Crosby and Bubbles, had started to fear him less, and like him more. John had slipped into Gale’s world and knocked it out of orbit, into a kinder, softer galaxy. - Rosie’s holding a letter in his hand. “Bucky home yet?” He asks carefully. “I ain’t seen him.” All Gale can do is shake his head, dread building in his lungs. In his peripheral, Curt stands up. “He okay?” Curt asks. “Course he is,” Gale snaps, and then regrets it. He says, softer, “when you known him not to be okay?”
our flag means death
a study from a lighthouse - ed x stede
The one where Stede is a lighthouse and Ed is not immune to its beacon.
They could make plans to leave the life together, Ed would so enjoy the pleasure of running away, and when they see him standing at the dock they would not be frightened but loved and welcomed and expected. In a reversing of roles it is they who would be drawn to him.
your blinding light - ed x stede
The one where Ed meets the man who owns the lighthouse, and they both find everything they've ever wanted.
“Come for a trip?” Stede’s heart is a jackrabbit in his chest and he so badly wants to say yes, god, please yes, because is this not everything he has ever wanted? A kind pirate, who likes his handkerchief and handles his books so gently, with a lovely ship and access to the entire ocean. Someone to laugh with, and speak with who will listen and appreciate. He wants so deeply he fears he may die from the ache. But he is a lighthouse. Lighthouses do not sail the seas, they command them, and Stede’s not sure if he’s ready to make that change just yet. Not while there is work to be done. Not when he knows he will never want to go back.
the day that i met you, i started dreaming - ed x stede
The one where Ed fulfils his promise.
He stumbles down the lighthouse steps, feet and soul equally as eager, and when Stede wrenches the door open he sees Ed, soaking wet with a lamp in one hand, and the other outstretched towards him.
buzzfeed unsolved/watcher
hitchhikers - shane x ryan
The one where Shane and Ryan both stumble across a strange man with strange secrets.
Hitchhiking is dangerous, from both ends of the deal. There's a chance the person who picks you up is a killer. There's a chance you get picked up by a killer. Either way, it doesn't look good. What happens if one killer picks up another? - "Do you have a name?" He asked. “It's C.C.", the man said. And then, like an afterthought, "Tinsley. What's yours?” “Goldsworth." The lie came as easy as breathing. "Ricky Goldsworth.”
the axeman of new orleans - shane x ryan (NSFW)
The one where a certain axe weilding murderer takes a special interest in Ryan Begara.
It was funny, to him, the things he could stand, and the things he couldn’t. He could slit someones throat ear to ear, but he couldn’t touch old food that had been left on a plate overnight. He was fine with the splatter of blood on his face when he’d struck an artery, but he had to hold his breath when taking the trash out. He could take an axe to someones head, deform their skull, and leave them dying, but he couldn’t stand coffee. * Ryan’s out at a bar one night, "jazzing it up", to avoid the axemans wrath. The cute guy sat next to him might know a little more about the axeman than he lets on.
star wars: the acolyte
there's something about power - osha x qimir (NSFW)
The one where Qimir returns to the cave, injured, and Osha plays caretaker.
With the lightest pressure, she hooks her finger underneath his chin, and tips his head up. He goes incredibly easily, and that does nothing to help the power that threatens to course through her veins. Qimir’s lips part, she can feel his soft breath on her wrist, and there’s a look in his eyes that she doesn’t know the shape of yet. Osha leans slightly closer, wants to ensure the cut won’t begin bleeding again, and from there her gaze travels over the rest of his face, past the curve of his cheekbones, along his skin until her look lands on the soft pink of his mouth. Morals be damned. It would be so easy.
darkness ascending - osha x qimir hades and persephone au (NSFW)
The one where Osha is Persephone and Qimir is the God of the Underworld.
There is a man in her garden. Dressed in a long, black cloak; his hair is equally as dark. Slicked back away from his face, a few strands have betrayed him, and fallen into his midnight eyes. Tanned skin, dark stubble atop his upper lip. He’d made no sound as he approached, as if he too had grown from the Earth. He is, Osha thinks, offensively pretty.
marvel's eternals
i like the way your words taste - druig x makkari
The one where Druig makes a habit of kissing the back of Makkari's hand over the years.
My beautiful, beautiful Makkari. Did you miss me? The tip of her chin had been answer enough.
marvel's deadpool
put your money where your mouth is - logan x wade (NSFW)
The one where Logan and Wade go for a little drive in a Honda Odyessy, and then maybe get it on in the driver's seat.
The merc gasps suddenly, scrambling in his seat to sit on his knees. He reaches out with a single finger to poke and pinch at Logan’s neck. “Are you blushing?” “It’s irritation,” Logan bites back, trying to twitch his neck out of Deadpool’s grasp. “There’s nothing wrong with a bit of gentle canoodling, peanut. People like when the meanie goes soft.” Wade turns, and appears to address someone Logan can’t see. “I hear it’s very popular in fanfiction.” “Who are you talking to?” Logan asks, and Deadpool whips his head back round. Gloved fingers still on Logan’s neck, Wade drags them slowly down his shoulder, down past his arm and over his hip. “You,” he says seductively, “later, in your dreams.”
i want you i need you oh god - logan x wade (NSFW)
The one where Logan doesn't cope very well with living in Wade's world, and friendly neighbourhood Deadpool is there to help.
Logan can’t fucking escape the stupid little group Wade keeps calling X-Force – except they’re not stupid at all. They’re nice. They’re nice to him and it hurts so damn bad that each day he steps closer to leaning his forehead on his fist and hole punching his brain. They won’t leave him the fuck alone. - “You’re crazy,” he laughs, and Wade just blinks at him. “Wow. Cutting words. Not sure I’ll make it.” “Fucking…lunatic.” Wilson’s gaze flicks to a spot behind Logan’s head. “This has to be the worst degrading porn you’ve ever seen.” Then he’s placing his hands on Logan’s chest and guiding him to lay down. “Nighty night, gramps, we’ll find your viagra in the morning.”
the bathroom stall blues - logan x wade (NSFW)
The one where Logan leans his forehead against Wade's gun, and Wade puts his plan to save the world on hold.
Okay. So, new plan. Find a nice romantic bathroom stall and get his head popped off by Hugh Jackman’s biceps, then save the universe. He had a pocket-sized time machine stuffed in the side of his boot. He could afford to do a little sight-seeing. Wade clicks the safety back on his pistol before holstering the gun. He says sweetly, “just kidding. Maybe I could come with you? Preferably more than once, in all kinds of positions.”
song for the sleepless - logan x wade
The one where Logan and Wade both suffer from nightmares and do their best to help the other through it.
“What was it this time?” He asks, and Wade groans softly, tipping his head back. “Can’t we just have loud sex on the kitchen counter?” He tries. “And wake Blind Al?” Logan mocks. “Do you have a death wish?” “Oh I could finish twice before she even gets her nightie on. Three times when I see her in it.”
heist heist baby - logan x wade
The one where Logan and Wade go undercover as a married couple, and do whatever it takes to avoid detection.
How they were going to find a single USB stick half the size of Logan’s nutsack he had no fucking idea, but first they had to avoid detection, and that might prove more difficult because Wade was not made for high society. He cuts into conversations, eats so many Hors d’Oeuvres Logan thinks he might be sick, actually laughs when he sees a little bowl of caviar with a little spoon to serve with. He slurps the tiny balls off the spoon before putting the spoon back, and Logan’s going to pop a fucking aneurysm. - “I saw this in a movie once,” Wade whispers, before grabbing the front of Logan’s suit and slamming their mouths together.
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow - wade x logan (NSFW)
The one where Wade gets stuck in a time loop, and he's determined to get Logan out of it alive.
“How many times have we had this conversation?” Logan asks, rubbing a hand over his eyes. Too fucking many, Wade thinks. The table is cool against his skin, and the fork embedded in his hand throbs with a pulsing heat. He thinks he might just stay here for a while, see how the universe kills him like this. Knowing his luck, someone would walk right up and take Logan’s head off, and then he’d have to watch him die, again. Wade loves movies that fuck with time – Days of Future Past is genuinely his favourite X-Men film – but God did it fucking suck to live through one.
that one bruno mars song - logan x wade
The one where Wade asks five times for Logan to marry him, and the one time Logan says yes.
Wade ducks his head into the crook of Logan’s neck, breaths long and deep. It’s warm in the space here, and his nightmare riddled, sleep-plagued mind thinks he’d quite like to move in. “Marry me?” He murmurs, lips pressed to the skin. Logan sighs. “Ask me properly.”
team-ups, and other inconveniences - logan x wade
The one where Logan goes on missions for the X-Men, and some mutant in a red suit keeps showing up and stealing his kills.
“Unlock the chains,” Logan says slowly, barely containing his annoyance. “What’s the magic word?” The merc singsongs. “Blow me.” “That’s not even close.” “Deadpool–“ “Say my name.” Logan blinks. “What?” Deadpool shrugs, throws the key into the air, catches it. He repeats, “say my name.”
arcane
oil slick and bathwater - vi x caitlyn
The one where Caitlyn attempts to wash the darkness from Vi's hair, and from their past.
“You’re half made of oil.” “It adds character.” “It adds dirt.” “I didn’t realise you were a germaphobe.” “We're sharing a bath.” Vi’s response to that is to slide down into the water until she’s fully submerged. Caitlyn laughs. She laughs. After a moment, Vi comes up for air. The shampoo has left her hair, and whilst the black hasn’t completely washed out, scarlet peaks through the void like sunrise, and Vi seems all the brighter for it. She slicks her hair back out of her eyes, and Caitlyn hates how much the make-up smudged around the powder blue really does add character. - Vi cranes her neck to look at her once more. It’s just at the same moment that Caitlyn is pulling the cloth down her neck and over her collarbone. She watches Vi’s gaze catch on the movement, watches her lips slip open. Caitlyn’s hand stills. And then she takes a chance.
thunderbolts*
the odyssey of recollection
The one where the Thunderbolts have to go through their own worst memories to reach Yelena and Bob, and must, reluctantly, do it together.
Ava rolls her eyes. “That’s really helpful. I’m so glad you came.” “Oh, I’m sorry, I haven’t walked into the ashes of people before, I’m sort of new to all of this.” “But you were officially Captain America for twenty eight seconds,” comes Ava’s equally as sarcastic reply. “How can y–“ “Enough,” Bucky interrupts, because he was really not in the mood for this. “Think, Walker. How did your vision end?” “It ended with me nearly jumping down an elevator shaft.” “We shouldn’t have stopped you.” “Nice. Good, that’s real good.” - There was no greater ache than that of losing a child. If Alexei lost Yelena, there truly wouldn’t be anything left. He wanted to be a hero, sure, but without her? Alexei didn’t want to fight for a world that he couldn’t have a future with Yelena in.
it's who we are - yelena x bob (if you squint)
Yelena nods. “It’s okay. Just breathe.” And she waits. She draws little shapes on his knee with her thumb, absentmindedly, reaches out and drags her fingers through his hair behind his ear, whispers a sorry when he flinches. Yelena hushes him softly, hums, picks a loose thread off his shoulder. And she waits. Until the sobs turn to sniffs, until his frame relaxes, until he takes a long, deep breath and turns his tear tattooed face to hers. And she smiles. - The one where Bob remembers what he did to New York, and Yelena's there to offer comfort.
some nights
John really wasn’t the person for this. He hardly dealt with his own feelings, let alone someone else’s, so he doesn’t know what leads him to taking a step closer, and pushing the door open with a red-knuckled hand. He asks the only thing he can think to ask. “You hungry?” - Bob shakes his head. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be strong.” “Then it is good thing you have friends who are,” Alexei says warmly. “They’ll protect you. We will. зуб даю." He stares at Bob so intently he fears he might frighten the man, but Bob doesn’t shy away from his gaze. Instead, he looks right on back, like he was hanging on every word. “Besides,” Alexei goes on, “there are important things beside strength. You are kind, and sensitive, and only one in whole place who knows how to clean dishes.” Bob laughs wetly, and that was really all Alexei wanted. - The one where Bob has nightmares, and the rest of the Thunderbolts take turns helping him through it in their own ways.
critical role
by my life, this is my lady's hand - julien x aranessa (if you like)
A feather-light hand brushes the back of his neck, hovers like a dragonfly over his shoulder, and when all Julien does in response is tense his back, draw his shoulders up to his ears, it lands softly. - She doesn’t speak, just holds him, and he wants desperately to turn and wrap her in his arms. She was his Lady, it should be he who comforts her, but the way her right hand was caressing back and forth, a slow rhythm, and the way her left was pushing with light pressure, holding him with such care. “Breathe,” she sighs quietly, and so he does. They stand in Thaisha Lloy’s kitchen, a Lady and her Knight, in a stunning embrace, and for a moment they are simply childhood friends – equals in every sense of the word.
heated rivalry
nothing burns like the cold - shane x ilya (NSWF)
“I wonder,” Ilya purrs slowly, the English in his thick accent making Shane’s head swim, “if you can keep hold all night. Or do I need silk to bind your precious skin?” Shane swallows, mouth thick with saliva. Still, Ilya’s hands roamed up and down his legs, never quite reaching, not quite good enough. “I can do it,” he says. - “Maybe I leave you here,” Rozanov muses, not even looking at him. “Maybe,” Ilya taunts with a slow roll of his hips, “I invite the press up here? Let them take their pictures. Show the world how needy Hollander is.”
it all comes back to you - shane x ilya
Ilya is unreadable, but there was something there, something in the corner of his eyes that Shane just couldn’t read under the golden light. Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was contempt. Ilya blinks suddenly, his gaze torn away by Svetlana mentioning his name. Maybe it was nothing at all. - Ilya watches Shane’s face flood red, watches as he apologises, watches him laugh a little awkwardly, the way he did so often, watches the girl fall right into it’s trap, the way Ilya had so often. The pair take hold of each other once more and Ilya notices the way Shane holds her a little closer before slowly, slowly, slowly, his eyes glide back to meet Ilya’s. - The one where Shane and Ilya both take a date to the ROY awards and both try not to lose their minds.

















